Flash Fiction (Take Nine - Part Three)
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dracoqueen22Two more pieces of flash fiction folks! And alas, no new votes so no new requests either. I've only three more pieces left. Please enjoy!
Warning: Unbeta'ed.
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mandalee1013
Prompt: RenjixKisukexShuuhei, “Hold it Against Me”
Kisuke, Renji, and Shuuhei are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. NSFW. Threesome smut between men (oral and fingering, so far). Language. Mebbe spoilers. Be warned.
Forfiregirl0
Prompt: SephirothxCloudxZack, “Dance with the Devil”
Sephiroth, Cloud, and Zack are characters from the video game Final Fantasy VII owned by Squaresoft. Lotsa spoilers here. It's also been a long time since I played the game so I'm a little iffy on the exact specifics. This ends up AU, too. And kept trying to turn into a fic.
I'll be back tomorrow with more ficcage!
Warning: Unbeta'ed.
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mandalee1013 Prompt: RenjixKisukexShuuhei, “Hold it Against Me”
Kisuke, Renji, and Shuuhei are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. NSFW. Threesome smut between men (oral and fingering, so far). Language. Mebbe spoilers. Be warned.
Kisuke moans, fingers fisting in the comforter as he fights to keep himself from coming too soon, the onslaught of sensation driving him closer to the edge. His eyes want to close, but he keeps them peeled open, not wanting to miss a single minute of this. Whatever this is.
Kisuke's not arguing. If Abarai-kun and Hisagi-san want to double-team, well, Kisuke's not going to turn them away. In fact, he'll welcome them whole-hearted and open-minded and--
Holy shit!
His mind goes white and what escapes his mouth is nothing less than an unmanly whimper as his hips buck upward and are subsequently shoved back down. Abarai-kun has the right side and Hisagi-kun the left and Kisuke looks down, at himself trapped between them, not that it's a bad place to be.
He looks and there they are, tongues stroking up and down, around his cock. Abarai-kun is smirking, Hisagi-kun looks darkly focused. Both of them are perfect, erotic pictures. Nude, bodies streaked in dark tattoos, nicely muscled. Abarai-kun's red hair spilling over his shoulders and Hisagi-kun's dark spikes an interesting contrast.
Kisuke licks his lips, and his fingers tighten on the blanket, enough that he hears the fabric give a crackle of protest. But he can't relax. Not while Abarai-kun's tongue strokes down and Hisagi-kun's tongue strokes upward, and then they move together and meet in the middle, Kisuke's cock trapped between them. He watches, heart pounding in his chest, sweat streaking down his body, as the two men kiss then and there, Kisuke's cock between their lips, their tongues flitting across the sensitive crowd.
Kisuke sucks in a breath, hips straining to thrust, but they refuse to relinquish their hold.
And then Hisagi-kun produces a tube of oil from somewhere, Kisuke's too dazed to pay attention to where, and he drizzles it over his fingers and Abarai-kun's free hand.
They smirk at him in tandem, like a pair of mismatched twins, and oil-slick fingers tease between Kisuke's legs. Someone takes Kisuke's scrotum in hand, rolling his balls in skilled fingers – he guesses it's Abarai-kun. So it must be Hisagi-kun's fingers that dip lower, that brush across his puckered ring before pushing two inside. He thrusts in deep, perfect, curls his fingers, and Kisuke shouts as that simple touch makes his spine sizzle. He shivers, whines, twitches, but they don't relent, mouths again trapping his cock.
He's going to die. That's all there is to it. Right here and now, Kisuke realizes. Because this is going to kill him. Though, to be fair, Kisuke can think of much worse ways to go then being captivated by two of Seireitei's most desired Shinigami.
Kisuke's not arguing. If Abarai-kun and Hisagi-san want to double-team, well, Kisuke's not going to turn them away. In fact, he'll welcome them whole-hearted and open-minded and--
Holy shit!
His mind goes white and what escapes his mouth is nothing less than an unmanly whimper as his hips buck upward and are subsequently shoved back down. Abarai-kun has the right side and Hisagi-kun the left and Kisuke looks down, at himself trapped between them, not that it's a bad place to be.
He looks and there they are, tongues stroking up and down, around his cock. Abarai-kun is smirking, Hisagi-kun looks darkly focused. Both of them are perfect, erotic pictures. Nude, bodies streaked in dark tattoos, nicely muscled. Abarai-kun's red hair spilling over his shoulders and Hisagi-kun's dark spikes an interesting contrast.
Kisuke licks his lips, and his fingers tighten on the blanket, enough that he hears the fabric give a crackle of protest. But he can't relax. Not while Abarai-kun's tongue strokes down and Hisagi-kun's tongue strokes upward, and then they move together and meet in the middle, Kisuke's cock trapped between them. He watches, heart pounding in his chest, sweat streaking down his body, as the two men kiss then and there, Kisuke's cock between their lips, their tongues flitting across the sensitive crowd.
Kisuke sucks in a breath, hips straining to thrust, but they refuse to relinquish their hold.
And then Hisagi-kun produces a tube of oil from somewhere, Kisuke's too dazed to pay attention to where, and he drizzles it over his fingers and Abarai-kun's free hand.
They smirk at him in tandem, like a pair of mismatched twins, and oil-slick fingers tease between Kisuke's legs. Someone takes Kisuke's scrotum in hand, rolling his balls in skilled fingers – he guesses it's Abarai-kun. So it must be Hisagi-kun's fingers that dip lower, that brush across his puckered ring before pushing two inside. He thrusts in deep, perfect, curls his fingers, and Kisuke shouts as that simple touch makes his spine sizzle. He shivers, whines, twitches, but they don't relent, mouths again trapping his cock.
He's going to die. That's all there is to it. Right here and now, Kisuke realizes. Because this is going to kill him. Though, to be fair, Kisuke can think of much worse ways to go then being captivated by two of Seireitei's most desired Shinigami.
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firegirl0 Prompt: SephirothxCloudxZack, “Dance with the Devil”
Sephiroth, Cloud, and Zack are characters from the video game Final Fantasy VII owned by Squaresoft. Lotsa spoilers here. It's also been a long time since I played the game so I'm a little iffy on the exact specifics. This ends up AU, too. And kept trying to turn into a fic.
The General is distracted, jittery, his lips thin in a distinct, pensive moue. Cloud tries to remind him that he's there, by pressing his much smaller body against Sephiroth's back. He can't tell if he's succeeding or not, the only clue that Sephiroth has registered his presence is the quiet intake of breath and slow uncurling of fingers from fists.
Cloud doesn't know what else to do. He's never seen the General like this before. Except once. The Time Which No One Speaks About – per Zack's orders. No one likes to be reminded of bad things and Cloud suspects that Sephiroth has worse nightmares than most. So if Zack says to never bring up it up again, then Cloud will keep his lips shut.
But he still remembers.
He remembers Sephiroth cold and shaking, but trying not to show it, his green eyes haunted, unnaturally bright from another infusion of mako. He didn't say it, but Cloud knows that's what happened. That's what always happens when the General goes to see Hojo for one of their special “sessions.”
Cloud hasn't forgotten that night not only because of Sephiroth, but because of Zack too. He'd been unnaturally silent, his eyes dark and dangerous, the tremble running through his body not one of fear or pain, but fury. And murder. Even while Sephiroth lay between them, cradling Cloud like he was a stuffed animal and Zack pressed to his back like he was going to crawl into Sephiroth's skin.
Today reminds Cloud of that night. He chews on his lip, presses against Sephiroth from behind, and wishes that his arms were a little longer, his embrace a bit stronger. He can feel Sephiroth trembling, and the silence is startling and loud.
Whatever the General found in those notations, whatever dark secret was buried in the ShinRa mansion, it had bothered him. And Cloud doesn't know how to help.
The door suddenly opens, so violently that it hits the wall behind it and making the two occupants jump. Zack comes strolling inside, bag over his shoulder, and as Cloud watches, he slings it down, rips open the zipper, and starts throwing stuff inside.
Sephiroth stirs. “What in the hell are you doing, Fair?” Cloud's wondering the same.
“We're leaving,” Zack says. “We're not staying here another goddamn minute.”
“Are you out of your--”
“No,” Zack says, cutting him off. “But you will be if you stay here. Let ShinRa clean up their own messes. I'm not letting you be their science project anymore.”
Cloud holds his breath, and when Sephiroth agrees after several long moments, releases it all in a rush again. Cloud's eager to go, eager to help Zack pack, to get out of this town that holds only bad memories, and when they slip into the night, none of them look back.
Not even Cloud.
a/n: Got a few more flash fiction to come. If you haven't voted yet, please do so. I've got a pretty good idea of what's going to win, but these things tend to surprise me in the end. lol. Don't know what I'm talking about? Click here!Cloud doesn't know what else to do. He's never seen the General like this before. Except once. The Time Which No One Speaks About – per Zack's orders. No one likes to be reminded of bad things and Cloud suspects that Sephiroth has worse nightmares than most. So if Zack says to never bring up it up again, then Cloud will keep his lips shut.
But he still remembers.
He remembers Sephiroth cold and shaking, but trying not to show it, his green eyes haunted, unnaturally bright from another infusion of mako. He didn't say it, but Cloud knows that's what happened. That's what always happens when the General goes to see Hojo for one of their special “sessions.”
Cloud hasn't forgotten that night not only because of Sephiroth, but because of Zack too. He'd been unnaturally silent, his eyes dark and dangerous, the tremble running through his body not one of fear or pain, but fury. And murder. Even while Sephiroth lay between them, cradling Cloud like he was a stuffed animal and Zack pressed to his back like he was going to crawl into Sephiroth's skin.
Today reminds Cloud of that night. He chews on his lip, presses against Sephiroth from behind, and wishes that his arms were a little longer, his embrace a bit stronger. He can feel Sephiroth trembling, and the silence is startling and loud.
Whatever the General found in those notations, whatever dark secret was buried in the ShinRa mansion, it had bothered him. And Cloud doesn't know how to help.
The door suddenly opens, so violently that it hits the wall behind it and making the two occupants jump. Zack comes strolling inside, bag over his shoulder, and as Cloud watches, he slings it down, rips open the zipper, and starts throwing stuff inside.
Sephiroth stirs. “What in the hell are you doing, Fair?” Cloud's wondering the same.
“We're leaving,” Zack says. “We're not staying here another goddamn minute.”
“Are you out of your--”
“No,” Zack says, cutting him off. “But you will be if you stay here. Let ShinRa clean up their own messes. I'm not letting you be their science project anymore.”
Cloud holds his breath, and when Sephiroth agrees after several long moments, releases it all in a rush again. Cloud's eager to go, eager to help Zack pack, to get out of this town that holds only bad memories, and when they slip into the night, none of them look back.
Not even Cloud.
I'll be back tomorrow with more ficcage!
