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I decided that I should consolidate some old fics written for kinkfest on IJ a few years back. Some I posted links to and some I have not. I think I didn't post some because at the time I was disappointed in myself for not finishing the ones I'd grabbed. It reminds me that I'm still wanting to write them.
Right - on to stuff to read :) There's ten in total >.>
Title: Same time tomorrow?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: blood and sex oh yeah baby ♥
Summary: Byakuya learns he doesn’t mind the taste of blood
Prompt: Bleach, Zaraki/Byakuya: Battlefield sex - Dripping
Right - on to stuff to read :) There's ten in total >.>
Title: Same time tomorrow?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: blood and sex oh yeah baby ♥
Summary: Byakuya learns he doesn’t mind the taste of blood
Prompt: Bleach, Zaraki/Byakuya: Battlefield sex - Dripping
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It wasn’t about love or affection. It was about release from a distraction, to sate the body and clear the mind so that all that was left was the focus on the battle.
Byakuya ignored the blood sliding down his face and dripping onto his bare shoulder, jerking slightly as Zaraki’s hot tongue lapped it up.
“You look good in blood…and taste even better.”
Perhaps it had been a mistake to accept Zaraki’s challenge to a fight. He’d known Zaraki held a great amount of power within him, felt the odd flicker of it on occasion but he had been unprepared for the full force if it, used in the moment his Bankai would have struck. Byakuya expected he would have a headache from hitting his head against the tree he’d been thrown into, the gash to his temple from a rock that had struck him before Zaraki was suddenly there, large and looming over him, pressing him against the tree and licking the blood away.
They might be of different stations in life but Byakuya understood this. Battlelust and bloodlust and the need to release it before it consumed the mind. Usually he would deal with the lust caused by intense fighting in the privacy of the Kuchiki mansion, alone in the shower where the water drowned out the noises he would make. Like the soft noise that escaped him as Zaraki slid two fingers into his mouth, fingers that tasted of sweat, metal and blood. Byakuya sucked on them, distracted by hands tugging at his clothing, by teeth leaving marks on his shoulder and neck. It had been some time since he had been touched like this.
The air was cool but Zaraki’s body hot as clothing fell in a pile at their feet. Wet fingers slipped from between slick lips, replaced by a hot demanding tongue and biting teeth. There was a moan as Byakuya’s leg was lifted, bodies rubbing together as hasty stretching barely prepared him for the cock suddenly thrust into him. Byakuya heard a hiss through the haze of sharp pain, unsure if it was him or Zaraki.
Bark bit into his back through his robe as he was fully lifted, legs automatically wrapping about slim hips and tight ass. He could feel the flexing of muscle under his crossed legs, half smiled into the mouth ravaging his as he slipped a hand between them and stroked himself. The growl from Zaraki sent a shiver up his spine, Byakuya breaking the kiss and resting his head back against the tree to watch Zaraki fuck him. It felt better than good and Byakuya scratched his nails down Zaraki’s chest and over a nipple. Zaraki pressed closer, teeth sinking into his shoulder and Byakuya tensed, pulses of heat hitting his chest, Zaraki biting harder as he too stilled in release, fingers bruising on Byakuya’s hips.
Byakuya put up with the licking of his shoulder for a few moments, pushing firmly at the body pinning his to the tree. He said nothing as they dressed, already half hard again as Zaraki’s release dribbled down his thighs. He knew he was being watched by eyes that had flared gold moments before, now only one observing his every move, the eye patch back in its rightful place.
Picking up his zanpakuto, Byakuya left Zaraki where he was, carefully walking away, the twinges of abused muscles welcome. His only acknowledgement of the other captain a slight inclination of the head in answer to an unspoken question he’d seen in Zaraki‘s eye. Byakuya would be here the next day to battle once more.
Title: At Days End
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nudity?
Summary: Braska and Auron training for the pilgrimage
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Braska/Auron: Hair - Silk and leather
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Braska smiled down at Auron when dark red eyes finally opened and focused on him.
“My Lord, what happened?” Auron asked, moving to sit up but forced to stay with his head resting on the summoner’s lap when the room moved a little. “Argh…head hurts.”
“Rest, Auron,” Braska commanded in a hushed voice. “Today’s session is over.”
“It is? I do not remember thanking our…I was unconscious.” Auron seemed to become boneless against the mats under them. “Forgive me, Lord Braska. I failed.”
Staring down at the face turned away from him, Braska smiled gently and shook his head. It had been a long, tiring day of spell casting and mock battles in preparation for his pilgrimage. They had been given little time to rest. If they were not participating in a battle then he and Auron were walking around the Temple, almost mimicking the time between attacks from fiends. He was certain they were being tested harder than any of the previous summoners and their guardians. It seemed everyone still couldn’t believe they would succeed.
“Your resistance is improving, Auron,” Braska told his guardian, arm under muscled shoulders to help Auron sit up. “I would call it unfair that a lightning spell was used after a water spell but that could happen in battle. You have not failed at all considering you had been attacked with a level three fire spell first. The water left on your clothing wet and merely augmented the lightning, making it stronger than it would be under normal conditions.”
Auron accepted the assistance and managed to stand with only a little swaying. “But if I had not fallen unconscious we would still be in battle.”
“Perhaps,” Braska agreed, bending to collect their weapons. “However you did not see the condition of our last opponent when he left. He was barely standing.”
There was no smile of triumph on Auron’s face as he accepted his katana, a frown instead creasing his brow as he looked at his hand wrapped about the hilt.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, my Lord. I think I am just tired.”
Nodding, Braska said nothing and silently lead the way to the baths, a step or two ahead of his guardian but always aware of his wellbeing. To see Auron using the wall for occasional support was proof that they had been tested hard.
The baths were empty given how late in the evening it was and Braska undressed slowly, waving off Auron’s assistance. His guardian was barely standing and yet still wanting to help. Braska was pleased and honored to have Auron by his side.
A small noise of frustration sounded beside him, drawing Braska from his thoughts to stare at Auron, naked and tugging at his hair.
“Auron?”
“I…I can’t feel my fingers properly. They are almost completely numb.” Braska winced at the almost vicious tug to long black hair.
Placing his hands over Auron’s, Braska drew them away and moved them to his side. Carefully untying the leather cord Auron secured his hair with, the summoner threaded his fingers into long black hair and massaged lightly, the usually silken strands slightly damp. He smiled at the soft sigh of pleasure, stepping forward so that Auron could lean back against him.
“Sit, Auron.”
“Hmm…but…”
“Are you arguing with your Summoner?” Braska chided, trying to be stern as a chuckle escaped him. Auron was practically asleep and yet still managed to find energy to argue.
“No, my Lord, but you need to bathe quickly and go home. Yuna will be waiting.”
“Yuna is staying with friends tonight,” Braska informed Auron, lowering them both to a bench where he intended to clean their bodies before they soaked in the heated pool. “I made arrangements as I knew we would have an early start tomorrow.”
“Where will you stay?” Auron asked, leaning forward when Braska took up a cloth and began to scrub the sweat of a full day of fighting out of his skin. “You should have told me so I could arrange a room for you.”
“Sit, Auron, and relax,” Braska said, placing a soapy hand on a muscled shoulder when he thought Auron was going to stand. “I have arranged for extra bedding to be delivered to your room. I shall sleep on your floor.”
“No, you will take my bed,” Auron protested, turning too quickly and gasping in slight pain. “I will take the floor.”
“It is your room and therefore you will take the bed. End of discussion,” Braska said, voice firm as he carefully forced Auron to face forward again. “It will not cause me any harm to sleep on the floor.”
“But…”
“Auron.”
“My Lord?” Auron asked, half turning to look at his summoner, movements slower this time so not to again endure an attack of pain.
Sweat dampened strands of hair slid along Braska’s fingers as he slipped them into Auron’s hair again, this time holding him in place. There was a hesitant response as their lips pressed together, Braska smiling slightly as he nibbled at Auron’s bottom lip.
“You can sleep on the floor with me if you wish, Auron. I won’t take the bed. It’s not big enough for the both of us.”
Auron’s slight nod made Braska smile and he pressed another light kiss to Auron’s lips before pulling away to continue with their bath.
Title: Tied Up In You
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: light bondage
Summary: Tseng shows Rufus some traditional ropework.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Rufus Shinra: bondage - "It's the Wutai way."
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Rufus Shinra watched Tseng watch him inspect the dark purple ropes that crisscrossed his body, the pattern very nearly symmetrical where it covered his skin, disappearing between his legs and moving up his back. It wasn’t restricting in any way, simply a little uncomfortable and distracting.
“Is this really necessary?” he asked as he dressed, the rope beginning to disappear under layers of fabric. “I have rope where I don’t think there should be rope.” And because of it, I have to go commando. Bet Reno would love that bit of information.
“Are you in pain?” Tseng asked calmly, Rufus shaking his head as he slipped into the offered button down shirt.
“No, but I’m going to be rubbed raw if I have to wear this for too long.”
“A couple of hours at most and Reno has instructions to remove it if it becomes a hazard. You agreed to any precautions I deemed necessary when you announced that you have a meeting in Wutai with Gordo. This is to ensure you are untouched while I am not there in person.”
“Couldn’t you have picked a better time to visit your home village?” Rufus asked, a little put out that Tseng was telling him no without actually saying the word. “You are the head Turk. Protecting Shin-ra is your priority. You should be by my side.”
In the mirror, Tseng stepped close behind him and Rufus watched suited arms wrap about him.
“I will be by your side, Rufus” Tseng’s voice was low and soft in his ear. “This rope in an extension of me, enveloping you in my protection while warning others to stay away. This knot,” he added, hand slipping into the back of Rufus’ open pants and between the cleft of his ass, fingertips pressing against the knot in the rope that covered Rufus’ pucker, “is to show that you belong to another. Tradition will ensure your safety while I am unavailable if you get separated from Reno and Rude.”
“And if tradition is not followed?” Rufus asked, pressing back against Tseng, cheeks lightly flushed and body arching in the mirror. He could feel himself growing hard, the rope shifting sensuously against his skin.
“Those who break it will die. It is the Wutian way.”
Rufus shivered, the promise of violence in Tseng’s voice going straight to his cock that twitched for attention. He made a small noise as Tseng’s hand slipped into his open pants, wrapping around him, stroking him as lips and teeth teased his ear. Tseng’s other hand rubbed over rope and his nipples, the contrast between uncovered fingertips and the leather of Tseng’s fingerless gloves a dual sensation that made Rufus moan softly. Rufus didn’t know when Tseng had removed one of his gloves but the feel of the lightly calloused palm on him was just what he needed. He rocked into it, leaning back against Tseng, balls rubbing over the thigh that Tseng slipped between his when Rufus’ unfastened pants had fallen to the floor. All the while, he watched Tseng watching him in the mirror, could see Tseng’s tongue in his ear, see the hand around him, the thumb pressing down on the head…
Streaks of white splattered onto the pristine surface of the mirror, sliding downwards as Tseng stood calmly behind Rufus, half holding him up as he sucked on Tseng’s fingers. Rufus made sure they were clean as Tseng expected of him, casting a questioning glance as Tseng pressed a hand to the communicator in his ear.
“Elena is here with the helicopter, sir,” Tseng said, stepping back and calmly picking up the black vest as if he hadn’t just made Rufus come all over the full size mirror. “We will leave when you are ready.”
Title: Swimming with the summoner
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: a little nekkidness
Summary: Jecht, Braska and the spring in the forest
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Braska: undressing - moonlight
A/N: It turned out nothing like planned thanks to Jecht wanting water to play in and I will have to go back and write the original idea. It needs to be written. And yes, lame title really but I couldn't leave it untitled ^^;
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“You never mentioned we’d be camping near a lake. Last one in cooks breakfast!” Jecht called, tossing his pack in the general direction of Auron and Braska’s, sword and the little armor he did wear also discarded.
“That is hardly fair, Jecht,” Braska said, Jecht abruptly halting his energetic race for the calm water at the words. “I have too many layers of clothing to accept that challenge.”
“Get Auron to help ya,” Jecht said, grinning over his shoulder, stepping towards the water again.
“Auron is off catching our dinner.”
“Huh?” Jecht stopped, confused at Auron’s absence and a little perturbed at not noticing the monk’s departure from the group. “Is that safe? Him going off alone?”
“Auron is a skilled hunter. Don’t tell me you’re worried?” Braska asked with a teasing smile.
“Worried? Hah, what a laugh,” Jecht barked out a chuckle, slowly walking to Braska. “Although this now means I can’t go swimming cos I gotta protect you.”
“I hardly need protecting here. Don’t you feel it? This place is much different from the rest of the forest.”
“It is?”
“Yes. The Guado believe that is it because of that tree,” Braska explained, pointing towards the middle of the spring and the moon-lit tree that resided on the small island there. “The fiends do not like it.”
“How so?” Jecht scratched his head, staring at the tree. Nothing seemed different to him. “It looks just like a normal tree.”
“Don’t you feel the power in it?” the summoner asked, hand warm on Jecht’s arm. “The magic…“ Braska whispered, awe in his voice. “No one knows for sure why or how but the closer you are to the tree, the less likely you are to run into fiends.”
“So there’s no fiends in the water?”
“No, the water should be safe.”
“Great, I’m going swimming then,” Jecht announced.
“Jecht?” Braska said, holding onto the Blitzer’s arm.
“What?”
“Help me undress?” the summoner asked brightly. “I will go swimming with you.”
“Is that safe?”
“Sure it is. I can swim.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Jecht tried to explain his concern to the summoner. He didn‘t relish getting an earful from Auron for five minutes of fun. “Won’t Auron panic if we aren’t at the camp waiting for him?”
“You’re not very observant, Jecht,” Braska laughed softly. “Auron just passed through those trees on the far side of the spring. He knows where we are.”
Jecht was doubtful but shrugged anyway. Who was he to go against what his summoner said? “If you say so.”
Helping un-tuck the cowl from his protective chest cover, Braska stood still as Jecht lifted the headdress and set it on a nearby log, running a hand through his hair with a sigh of relief. Jecht’s grin was bright in the dim light, smiling at Braska’s apparent joy at getting out of his summoner garb after a long day of walking and fiend fighting. The outer layers of Braska’s clothing joined the headdress, each neatly folded.
“Hey Braska?” Jecht asked as he directed the summoner to lift his arms so the layered dress could be removed.
“Yes, Jecht?”
“How come you didn’t sink into the water when doing that sending in Besaid? Your gear weighs a ton.”
“Magic, Jecht,” Braska smiled mysteriously, amusement in his eyes.
“Hey I’m being serious here.”
“Sorry,” Braska said, wriggling as Jecht tugged upwards. “Very well then. Belief…and magic rituals. The dance of sending is beautiful but it also serves a purpose,” Braska explained, voice a little muffled by his clothes. “Like the steps of a summoning generate a power boost to call an Aeon, enabling it to appear, the dance of sending gathers up the ripples of magic. These ripples are tied together so that when the dance ends and they disperse, they give the souls of the deceased a boost of power to get them to the Farplane.”
“So I could walk on water too if I did the dance?” Jecht asked as he draped the dress over a low hanging branch, keeping his hands close by at first in case it couldn’t take the weight.
“I thought you were being serious…”
“I am…it’s the coolest thing ever. All I’m good at is Blitzball and holding my breath under water. And folding your clothes it seems,” Jecht laughed, catching the shirt Braska tossed at him.
“Making breakfast too,” Braska said, shimming out of his lightweight pants, leaving him quite naked.
Jecht couldn’t help but stare as the summoner walked towards the water, the end of his long braid swinging with each step, brushing against skin that glowed softly in the moonlight, pyreflies dancing about him. The water rippled as he stepped into it.
“Huh?”
“Last one in…”
“Crap.”
Jecht ran towards the water, tackling a laughing Braska who had waded in up to his knees. The summoner spluttered slightly as they came up for air, Jecht’s strong arms keeping him close.
“This is hardly the right way to treat your Summoner,” Braska complained with a laugh, brushing stray bits of hair away from his face to find Jecht watching in intently. “Jecht?” he asked, and Jecht was very aware of where their skin touched through his clothing.
“You’re right,” Jecht agreed, tossing a shocked looking Braska into deeper water. Jecht’s smile was predatory as he began to shed his own clothes, throwing them back to the waters edge. “It’s totally unfair that I have clothing on while you’re buttass naked. Ready or not, here I come.”
Title: Not Love
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: err het? I write yaoi usually so het is my warning ;)
Summary: Just a little romp in the kitchen
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: rough sex, spontaneous sex (anywhere but bed) - It wasn't love, but she didn't care
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She knew he didn’t love her but it really didn’t matter anymore, had never mattered to begin with.
Not when Cloud returns from a month long delivery run and bends her over the kitchen table she had just cleaned, dragging her panties down from under her skirt so that he can bury his tongue within her heat. She squirms as he laps at her warm skin, slick first from his mouth and soon from her own need. The unmistakable sound of a zipper is louder than the stew bubbling on the stove and Tifa wants to turn and see Cloud but he holds her down, gloved hand around her wrists, another holding her open as he slides in deep.
It is her name on his lips, whispered into her ear as he leans over her, both hands held within his gloved ones. Tifa can barely touch the floor as Cloud begins to move, toes occasionally gaining enough purchase to push back against him. He fucks her slowly at first, making sure she is wet enough for him before he draws back, fingers grasping her hips as his own snap forward. Tifa can’t hold in the sharp gasp that dissolves into a moan for more, the hard thrust driving deep and she knows she’ll have bruises from both his hands and the table edge before they’re done. The table scrapes across the floor with each thrust, Tifa holding onto it, Cloud holding onto her. She can hear him, soft grunts and stuttering breaths and tightens around him, drawing him deeper. He moans and pulls her away from the table, upright against him, teeth on her neck, gloved fingers rubbing her clit hard and fast and Tifa grabs at him as she comes, body bucking and muscles tightening to prolong the intense spasms of pleasure.
Tifa doesn’t care that it is not her name muffled against her shoulder as he thrusts twice more and stills within her, arm almost too tight around her waist to hold her still.
They pull apart slowly, Cloud’s lips warm and friendly against her cheek, a teasing lick of the tongue making her laugh. Watching him head for a shower, Tifa smiles, glad that he chose to stay with her and the children, with those he cared for but couldn’t love because his heart was already gone with those he had failed to save. Some would say it was still love.
It wasn't love, but she didn't care.
Not when he waits for her in the doorway to the bathroom, naked and asking some help with his hair…
Title: Bathing Confessions
Rating: light R for some groping
Warnings: no warnings ^_^
Summary: the trio stop in at Rin's Travel Agency
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Auron/Braska/Jecht: threesome, sexual hangups - Don't be such a prude
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It was a tired and wet trio that entered the Mi’ihen Highroad Travel Agency, surprising the Al Bhed man resting against the counter, ledger books spread out in front of him.
“Ah guests. Welcome to…Braska? Fryd yna oui tuehk rana?” (what are you doing here)
“Hello Rin,” the summoner laughed as he was pulled into a tight hug. “And please, no Al Bhed. I do not want my guardians to think we are saying things about them.”
“Hmph, I know some but it is Jecht who knows nothing.”
There was a soft grunt as Jecht smacked Auron in the back of the head. Auron’s retaliation was to punch the blitzballer in the shoulder. Braska simply shook his head as they continued to trade hits, Jecht grinning when he finally caught both of Auron’s hands in his larger ones.
“Now Auron, Jecht has not had the time to learn,” Braska said with a smile, resting one of his hands on top of his guardians. “Perhaps we can teach him a few words. However,” Braska announced, turning back to Rin, “right now I wish for a hot bath and food and a dry bed. We didn’t depart early enough from Djose to miss the evening storm.”
“One of your companions seems to not mind the water all that much,” Rin said, watching in amusement as Jecht shook himself much like a dog shedding water, flicking it all over Auron.
“Oh forgive me, I have not introduced you. Rin, this is Jecht, a man from Zanarkand and one of my guardians. Jecht, meet Rin, a very old friend of mine and best man at my wedding,” Braska smiled as they were lead down a short corridor. “You already know Auron.”
“Yes, Auron, good to see you again…and a pleasure to meet you Jecht,” Rin bowed, and shook Jecht’s hand before giving his full attention to Braska again. “I had heard you were taking up the pilgrimage to defeat Sin. Are you okay with that?”
“Rin, you cannot question Lord Braska like that,” Auron protested, silenced when Braska help up a hand.
“I will give Yuna a Spira free of Sin.”
Rin gave Braska a searching look but in the end the blond man turned away, grim faced as he opened a door. When he turned again his smile was back.
“At this late hour you should not be disturbed while you enjoy your bath. I’ll have food sent to your room and the fire lit. Makes no sense to get all warm and dry only to try and sleep in a chilly room. Enjoy your bath, gentlemen.”
Stepping into the large room, Braska turned to Auron and Jecht as they paused in the doorway. “Leave our packs there. Rin will get someone to take them to our room.”
Immediately Jecht dumped his pack, entering the room and poking about while Auron set his gently on the floor, taking Braska’s as well. Once the packs were outside he closed the door, the sound of the mechanical lock rather loud.
“Uh…I’ll wait outside,” Braska heard Jecht say, looking at the older guardian when Auron paused in helping him undress to also look at Jecht.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Auron said with a soft sigh as he set Braska’s breastplate to one side.
“Takes one to know one,” Jecht growled and Braska hid a smile as Auron rolled his eyes. “Look, enjoy the bath. I’ll watch the door.”
Placing a hand on Auron’s as it was about to lift his summoner robe free, Braska watched Jecht calmly as he tugged on the door that wouldn’t open.
“There’s no need, Jecht. We are safe here.”
“And if someone decided they wanna talk to you?” Jecht argued, not looking at them.
“The door is locked and if you were to look outside you’ll find an Al Bhed machina. Rin will ensure our privacy,” Braska said with confidence.
“But…”
“Enough, Jecht,” Auron growled, fed up with the other’s complaining against their Lord’s wishes. “We cannot monopolize the baths even if it is late in the evening. Get undressed already or are you afraid of a little warm water and soap?”
“I can’t believe you just suggested that. Idiot.”
“Worried about undressing then?” Auron asked, tone slightly pissed off. “Afraid we‘ll see what you wear under your shorts?”
Jecht’s answering smile was enough to make the younger guardian blush. “I’ve been getting naked with the Abes for years. You ain’t got nothing I haven’t already seen.”
“Then what is your problem?” Auron demanded, moving away from Braska to confront Jecht. “We are wasting time. Certainly I’ll grant that this is the first time we’ve all bathed together seeing as usually one of us is needed to guard the area and ‘getting naked with the Abes’ as you put it means you’re not shy. Are you?”
“What?” Jecht asked, looking a little shocked at something and rather uncertain. “No, not shy. Look, I’ll just be outside,” he said, ducking his head as he turned away.
“Auron, prepare the tub. I’ll talk to Jecht.”
“Yes my Lord.”
Approaching where Jecht had stopped at the sound of his voice, Braska stepped up behind the scarred man and placed a hand on a muscled arm to turn him around. Braska looked up at Jecht averted eyes, noting the light blush that if questioned Jecht would deny.
“It was not like this with your teammates, was it?” he asked, reaching up to unclasp Jecht’s shoulder armor, dropping it to the floor and giving Auron a nod that everything was fine.
“Huh?”
“I will forgive you for lusting after my Guardian, Jecht,” Braska whispered, smiling.
“Wha?” Jecht looked shocked as he stared over Braska’s shoulder to where Auron was now undressing.
“It’s all right to want Auron.”
“Not just…” Jecht’s blush darkened and he stared down at Braska, exposed and unsure.
“I thought as much,” the summoner said, tone soft and sympathetic, not in the least bothered by the confession as he removed Jecht‘s arm guard. Jecht probably hadn’t expected to have such deep feelings for them after such a short time but fighting where losing meant death very quickly formed deep bonds with those that battled at your side. Add to that the fact that he was married and had a young child and Jecht likely put any sort of sexual activity from his mind. “You never bathed with us, always wanting to be alone after guarding us while we got clean. You were hiding this, weren’t you?”
Jecht’s breath hissed through his teeth as Braska cupped him, large and heavy in the summoner’s hand. Shocked eyes flicked from Braska to over his shoulder where Auron was. Braska could see the warrior monk’s reflection in a mirror and appreciated the muscles rippling under lightly tanned skin as Auron bent to remove his boots. Auron’s robe and breastplate had already been discarded.
“Auron won’t say no,” Braska murmured as he stroked Jecht through the fabric of his shorts. He could feel Jecht push into his hand and changed his grip a little, wondering how quickly he could get into Jecht‘s shorts.
“The bath is ready, my Lord,” Auron said, suddenly behind Braska. The summoner had not seen him move, busy watching his hand on Jecht. Braska leaned back as Auron wrapped an arm about him, hand covering his own on Jecht and giving a squeeze and Braska found he quite liked the noise that Jecht made.
“I believe Jecht is ready for the bath too. Help him scrub down while I finish undressing.”
Before either could move, Braska felt Jecht’s hands pulling at his robe and could not stop its removal. Auron’s heat was gone from his back for a moment as the robe was lifted over his head but it returned, Jecht grabbing Auron and pulling him close, sandwiching their summoner between them. Braska got a very close up view of Jecht devouring Auron’s mouth and smiled as he pulled Jecht closer, ‘not a damn prude’ growled by Jecht, Auron’s answering moan needy.
Braska decided they would stay the extra day as the rest of their clothing was shed between kisses and random touches that grew more demanding with each passing moment. He knew they would get no sleep this night.
Title: Purple
Rating: M+ for swearing & nuditity
Warnings: Cid swearing...a lot
Summary: Cid gets a very unexpected late night visit
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cid: Demons - $#%*@-ing purple fur is hard to explain off the &$%ing sheets.
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Cid wasn’t sure what to think when something thudded loudly across his porch late in the evening. He was about to get up and yell at what was likely some random kid trying to rock his roof and failing when a screeching roar told him it was no child.
“Fucking dragons,” he grunted, dropping the book he’d been reading onto his chair and switching off his lamp, heading for the front door in the dark by memory alone. He grabbed the Venus Gospel as he cracked the front door open and peered out into the moonlit night of Rocket Town.
Checking the empty yard and street beyond, Cid hoped that the dragon hadn’t dropped its dinner on his doorstep. That would mean it would be coming back. He could hear more than one set of wings above the house and really didn’t want to look when there was an indignant sound of anger from above. Could the dumb-asses be fighting? He’d dig out a materia and fry their leathery hides if they kept it up. Last thing he needed was for one of them to crash into some house and him be expected to do something about it. Sucked some days to have helped save the world. Meant incidents were suddenly brought to you when all you wanted was a smoke, a cup of tea and some quiet to enjoy a damn book you‘d never had the chance to finish thanks to some madman disturbing your peaceful little world.
Out of the corner of his eye Cid could see a lump of something that didn’t belong huddled along the exterior wall of his house, color bled out of it by the night.
Great, dragons fighting over a snack and they drop the fucker on my place. Thanks so much. I gotta drag it to the edge of town before they land and ruin the place.
Poking the object with the butt of his spear got no reaction and so Cid moved closer, wondering what poor creature was likely bleeding to death on his property. He could smell blood, lots of it too by the dark smear from where the creature had first landed before bouncing and skidding to a stop. Stepping closer, he lifted what looked like a wing with his spear, almost dropping it when his eyes adjusted and he realized what he was looking at.
“Chaos? Fuck, Vince!”
Dropping his spear, Cid carefully turned the unconscious demon over, wary of the limp and obviously damaged wing and checked for wounds.
“What the hell you doing tangling with dragons, Vincent? Least this one knows where to come for help.”
Dragging Chaos into the house was a mission, Cid not wanting to let go of the demon until they were in his bedroom. It was heavy, all muscle and smooth suede skin and awkward as hell wings to get through doorways. Leaving the demon form of Vincent on the floor to turn the light on Cid was greeted by a horrible gash in Chaos’ side, claw marks to a leg and a ripped wing.
“Idiot, you’re only still breathing cos of what you are,” he muttered, grabbing a towel to staunch some of the bleeding while he went to get potions and proper cloths.
Chaos hadn’t moved when he returned half a minute later, bathroom cabinet now in shambles thanks to a hasty search for supplies. Cid tended the wounds as best he could, cleaning, administering potions directly onto the worst of the damaged areas, watching them close slowly. He looked up after bandaging now healing ribs to see glowing eyes watching.
“Don’t even think it,” he growled when a clawed hand near him flexed. “You came to me so you can damn well lay there and take it. I know the floor is cold and hard and I’ll move ya to the bed once I’m certain you’re not gonna bleed all over it.”
He continued, slightly unnerved now that Chaos was aware, even if it was through a haze of pain and healing. Last thing Cid wanted was a fully aware demon on his hands so he withheld potions he would have readily handed over to anyone else.
“No biting,” Cid commanded as he pulled back the blankets on the bed and moved to lift Chaos from the floor. The demon hissed at him, claw digging into the pilot’s shoulder as it was moved from the floor to the bed. “And quit yer bellyaching. We both know you’re healing just fine.”
Leaving Chaos to curl up and sleep if it wanted to, Cid moved about cleaning up the mess, mopping the floors where he’d dragged the demon through the house, putting salve on the marks left in his shoulder. The porch would have to wait until morning.
“Least the dragons have moved off,” he mused, listening intently for a moment as he picked up his spear and rested it once again next to the front door.
Returning to the bedroom, Cid almost smiled at the sleeping demon in his bed, his pillow pushed right up out of the way, the creature asleep on its stomach, red wings relaxed across its back. He didn’t bother with trying to approach quietly as he went to the bed and pulled the blankets up over Chaos’s hips. Eyes opened slightly to watch him before closing again.
“Yeah, I know I’m not a damn threat. Go the fuck to sleep.”
Dragging a chair close to the bed, Cid left again to retrieve his book. He’d read while keeping watch, just in case something happened.
***
Cid fell out of his chair hours later, book hitting the floor and sunlight making his eyes water and brain try to pound its way out of his skull. Mind blankly wondering for a long moment what the hell he was doing sleeping next to his bed instead of in it, Cid was on his feet quickly and looking for his guest.
“Why am I not surprised the fucking demon can’t follow a simple damn order,” he grumbled, lighting up a cigarette as he stalked towards the bathroom. “What the hell would it want with my bathroom anyways?”
Stopping in the open doorway, Cid was greeted by the sight of a naked Vincent, wet hair plastered to his scarred skin as he bent to dry his feet.
“You should be in bed.”
“I am fine, Cid. You know I heal quickly,” Vincent said, not turning around.
“What the friggin’ hell were you doing anyways? What’s with the dragons?” Cid asked, leaning against the door, telling himself that it was to keep an eye on Vincent and not to appreciate the view.
“If you’re thinking I look good naked, don’t. I’m not in the mood,” Vincent growled a warning, wrapping the towel around his waist and turning to face Cid.
“Wha? Was not,” Cid argued a little too quickly.
“Yes you were. I can smell you,” Vincent pointed out as he stepped up to Cid, pushed him out of the bathroom and closed the door.
Cid started at the door for a moment before kicking it. “Well fuck you too. You were the one naked with the door wide open ya know. See if I save your sorry furry ass again.”
Cid stalked away from the bathroom and threw himself onto his bed. He breathed in deeply, reveling in the scent of Vincent on his sheets. Moments later he was sitting up sneezing and scratched fiercely at his nose. Getting up from the bed he took a good look at his sheets and sighed.
“Problem?” Vincent asked as he entered the room, silent on his bare feet.
“Yes there’s a problem. Fucking purple fur is hard to explain off the fucking sheets…even when it’s suede fur and barely noticeable.”
“Why would you have to explain it?” Vincent asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on. The question wasn’t at all threatening, Vincent knowing he was the only one to share the pilot’s bed. He’d be able to smell the difference.
Cid mumbled something around his nearly finished cigarette and Vincent looked up, curious at the way Cid stared out the window, cheeks slightly pink.
“I didn’t catch that.”
“Shera does my damn laundry twice a week. There, ya happy?” Cid yelled, kicking the leg of the chair he’d had next to the bed. “She’ll think things,” he added, stubbing the butt of his cigarette into a little used ashtray.
“You could get purple sheets?” Vincent suggested, not moving from where he sat even when Cid turned disbelieving eyes on him.
“What the hell did you just say?”
“Purple sheets. I have them. Brown ones too, they hide blood stains well.”
Cid stared hard at Vincent for a moment, mind racing too fast for him to keep up.
“Just what are you saying? That I should expect Chaos more often?” Cid asked, about to light up a new cigarette before it was taken away by a too quick clawed hand.
“I’m saying I am taking up your offer to move in. The one you made months ago. Living in Nibelheim is dangerous, as you saw.”
“Those were Nibel dragons after you? Fuck those are nasty bastards. What’d you do to them?”
“They were attacking the town. I fought them and tried to draw them away but one female got the better of me. This morning after I kicked you out of the bathroom I thought that perhaps they can smell me living in the town and that’s why they attack.” Vincent shrugged. “Perhaps thought I was a threat to their nests.”
“And what’s to say they ain’t gonna come and attack my friggin house dammit?” Cid shouted, snatching back his unlit cigarette. He hadn’t liked the way Vincent shrugged off dragons at all. It was creepy. “I am not fighting dragons with you.”
Vincent stood and walked out of the bedroom, Cid followed quickly as the ex-Turk made his way to the kitchen to make a pot of tea, looking very at home as he boiled the kettle and set a cup out.
“The won’t come here again. It’s too far to be threatening to them and the only reason they followed me was because I fought them.”
Cid wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with Vincent’s reasoning but shut up and drank the tea he was served. He frowned when Vincent moved towards the front door.
“Where the fuck you going now?” he asked, half out of his chair as Vincent opened the door.
“Back to Nibelheim to get my stuff. I’ll return in a few days.”
Cid shook his head in disbelief after Vincent left, wondering what madness had prompted him to want to shack up with the man and his demons in the first place.
“Wonder if his sheets will fit on my bed,” he pondered for a moment, staring out the window as the town woke up to a bright new day. “Aw hell I’m gonna need a bigger bed and the right color sheets. If Shera knows what’s good for her she won‘t mention the bloody purple sheets.”
A chair clattered to the floor as Cid stood quickly, a look somewhat akin to dawning horror on his face.
“Hold up, who the fuck said I was letting Chaos into my bed!?”
Title: Sometimes Wanted Memories
Rating: PG
Warnings: tiny bit of angst, hinted incest
Summary: Firo and the weight of memories
Prompt: Baccano! - Firo/anyone - acting on instinct - two hundred years' worth of other people's memories
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Firo was glad that Maiza had stopped him. He needed stopping. It was infinitely difficult to ignore an urge that had been festering for two hundred years, even when the urge wasn’t his own. He hadn’t meant to attack his friend but with poor sleep due to a head full of mostly unwanted memories as well as avoiding the older man for a week and then running into him suddenly, he’d acted on that instinct not his.
Least the carpet of the study is thick, Firo considered absently because Mazia certainly hadn’t done anything to make the fall careful and Firo tasted blood in his mouth from biting his tongue when his head hit the floor. His right arm was stretched almost painfully above his head, the long-fingered hand gripping the wrist tightly enough that he could feel the tendons straining. He relaxed very slightly at the firm restraint. Instinct screamed at him to fight back, to overpower the man above him and take his memories for his own.
“He wanted to ‘eat’ you the moment he learned it was possible to get information that way. He wanted the formula so badly.”
“I know,” Maiza said softly, not moving from where he had pinned Firo to the floor. Firo imagined he could see the soft lamplight glinting off his glasses as Maiza stared down at his turned away face. He didn’t look.
“He’s eaten so many. I see their faces in my dreams, see their thoughts in my nightmares.” Firo hadn’t slept since the night he’d eaten Szilard, the same night they‘d all become immortal. He'd been wondering if they even needed sleep.
“Fight them. You are the one in control, Firo. You won’t hurt anyone like he did. You are not the same.”
“I’m not?” he asked, finally looking up at his friend with wide eyes, body tensing. “I devoured him…”
“In self-defense. He’s had it coming for a long time. You were simply the one to do it.” Maiza sounded so very tired to Firo and he understood thanks to the memories he had of Maiza because of Szilard and the others the old man had devoured.
Firo relaxed back against the carpet at Maiza’s quietly assuring words. Yes, he’d been the one to ’eat’ Szilard but not without reason . He’d saved Maiza and Ennis’ lives that night, possibly the lives of countless others. A wide yawn escaped Firo and he blinked tiredly.
“When did you last get decent sleep?” Maiza asked, standing and offering a hand and helping Firo up.
“The night before we all became immortal,” Firo said, rubbing at an eye, grinning sheepishly at the other man as he accepted the help up from the floor. His smile widened at the friendly arm wrapped about his shoulder that directed him to the door.
“Come, you can share my bed for the night. I’ll make sure the dreams stay away.”
There was a brief flash of memory, of two brothers sharing a bed, naked bodies pressed together as they snuggled under the blankets. Firo found his head nodding in agreement and briefly wondered if Maiza still looked the same naked as he did all those years ago. Perhaps he’d get a chance to find out.
Title: Wanna Wake Up With You
Rating: M
Warnings: nekkidness pfft
Summary: Rufus should not answer phones first thing in the morning
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII - Rufus/Cloud - quasi-incest - "Just look at us."
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Light blue eyes blinked slowly open and watered from the brightness filtering through slitted blinds that lined one wall. Long strips of sunlight warmed the bed, its sole occupant stretching languidly in a tangle of red sheets before settling in a boneless sprawl with a pleased sigh.
Rolling to his side, Rufus rubbed the wetness from his eyes and frowned at the bedside table and the clock there that stated in glaring green numbers that he’d overslept. In his adjoining bathroom he could hear the shower running. He was almost tempted to join his ’guest’ but that involved getting up. A brief thought of being naked and wet with his guest spurred him to action. Sitting up, Rufus scratched at his hair and caught a hint of the scent of strong coffee.
He made me coffee. That’s almost breakfast in bed.
Sliding out of bed and staggering across the cool bare wood floor with a pleased quirk to his lips, Rufus wondered what it was that woke him. He’d been dreaming, some random noise interrupting a daredevil ride on the back of a bike but by the time he’d surfaced the noise had stopped.
I’m hearing things. Too much drinking last night.
Reaching for the coffee, Rufus glanced over his shoulder at the pile of clothing kicked under the window that was ringing.
“Ah, the phone.”
Sipping the steaming coffee as he dug the phone out of black clothing, Rufus leaned back against the blinds and flipped it open, fingers fumbling against the buttons. He gazed at the light obscured screen as it opened immediately to video mode.
“Cloud, where are you? You said you would be back last night. Did something happen?”
“Cloud is currently indisposed, Ms Lockheart. May I be of service?”
“Rufus Shinra? What are you doing with Cloud’s phone?”
“Cloud is busy so I thought I’d answer it for him,” he said as the owner of the phone exited his bathroom. It was all Rufus could to do not stare at the nearly naked man dripping water on his floor, towel slung low and leaving very little to the imagination as Cloud crossed the room and took the phone from him.
There was a beep as Cloud switched it from video to voice only mode and held it to his hear. Rufus and Cloud shared a long look before the blond turned away slightly and Rufus returned to drinking his coffee.
“Tifa? Yeah, I’m still at Healin’…” Cloud said, shooting a glance in Rufus’ direction. “Reno was having a party and they invited me to stay. Yes, I’ll be leaving soon, right after I dress and have breakfast…Well I did just have a shower…No, I didn’t drink all that much, at least not as much as some. Yeah, see ya.”
Rufus met the bright blue stare turned on him as Cloud tossed his phone onto the bed.
“She thought I was you for some reason.”
Cloud continued to stare, Rufus not moving as the other blond approached him.
“Must be the hair,” Cloud said, tone amused as his lips quirked upwards in a knowing smirk.
“Hair?” Rufus asked, turning towards the dresser and the mirror there. Cloud’s reflection looked entirely too amused at his horrified expression. “Heavens, you let me answer the phone looking like this?”
“Uh, I was in the shower,” Cloud pointed out and Rufus leaned back against the muscled chest, not caring about how wet Cloud was making him. Perhaps he could convince him to lick off any water left behind. Rufus frowned as Cloud stole his coffee and drained the mug in long swallows before setting it on the dresser.
“You know…she has a point. Just look at us,” Rufus said, looking at Cloud in the mirror where the blond rested his chin on Rufus’ bare shoulder, Rufus‘ sleep tousled hair and Cloud‘s shower dampened spikes looking rather similar. “We could almost be brothers…or at least half brothers.”
“Oh really?” Cloud asked, Rufus unable to help but shiver at the silky, predatory tone of Cloud’s voice. “But if we were brothers then we couldn’t do this,” came the murmur against Rufus’s skin, the teeth and lips moving over his neck making him moan softly, Cloud’s eyes watching him in the mirror.
“Or this,” Cloud said, spinning them away from the mirror and up against the blinds that rattled against the reinforced, shatterproof glass. Rufus gasped as he felt all of Cloud pressed against him, wet and solid and certain parts hard and throbbing even through the damp towel that was slipping away under Rufus fingers. His own body was responding, and Rufus arched towards Cloud, rubbing against him hard.
“…And definitely not this.”
Giving himself over to the firm hand working his cock to full hardness and the lips that demanded his every breath, Rufus decided that if he ever found out that he and Cloud were indeed related, he’d never give him up.
Title: Treasure Scent
Rating: G
Warnings: none really, implied Seph/Cloud/Leon
Summary: Apparently there's treasure in Leon's pants!
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts - Leon/faerie!Gullwings - treasure hunt - Just what was he hiding?
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“I smell treasure,” was all the warning Leon received as he exited the corridor, walking up the steps to the Postern area of Radiant Garden before he was forced to dodge a small flying object of bright yellow and tan. Falling down the stairs was inevitable as even skilled fighters are clumsy when surprised.
“Oh Leon, are you all right? I’m so sorry,” Yuna apologized, giving Rikku a stern look as she hovered near his face.
“I’ll be fine in a minute,” Leon assured Yuna, eyes a little unfocused from hitting his head. He could see Yuna fine, Rikku was a little blurry and it looked like there was two of Paine.
“What are you staring at?” Paine asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“Okay then,” Yuna said cheerfully, clapping her hands and flying back to join Paine. “You don’t mind if we keep going? Rikku smells treasure.”
Leon wanted to shake his head at how happy the small faerie sounded but knew that kind of movement would hurt. “Yeah, I’ll be okay on my own.”
Yuna smiled and hooked her arm through Paine’s, dragging her fellow faerie off. Leon saw the small grin Paine shared with her friend. She might not be as whimsical as Yuna or easily excitable like Rikku, but Paine was a Gullwing and they all enjoyed treasure hunts
“Rikku, we’re leaving. Are you coming or not? You’ll miss out on the treasure,” Paine called.
“But the treasure smell comes from Leon,” Rikku announced and Leon frowned up at her, mind noting that Yuna and Paine had stopped and were looking at him curiously.
“Treasure?” he asked. “I’ve got a few munni in my pockets but that’s about it,” Leon announced, trying to sit up.
He stopped moving when Rikku landed in his lap, tiny feet stamping where tiny feet should never tread.
“If I was talking about munni I would have said munni,” Rikku said, rolling her eyes him. “What are you hiding, Leon? I can feel something hard and I bet you’ve got treasure in your pants…right HERE!”
Leon bit his lip as Rikku stamped her foot, stifling a groan. This could be bad, he thought. He really should dislodge her but didn’t want to accidentally hurt the faeire. There was a snicker from above and Leon leaned back on his elbows to look up at an amused Paine and wide eyed Yuna.
“What? What’s so funny?” Rikku called up to Paine, tugging on the other’s boot to pull her down. Yuna still had her arm hooked through Paine’s and thus he ended up with a lap full of three tiny faeries, not something he expected.
“Uh, girls…” Leon was not surprised when he was ignored. He did his best to think ice spells and cold showers but it was difficult with three sets of tiny booted feet treading in sensitive places.
“I didn’t think you were that innocent, Rikku?” Paine said, giving Leon a knowing grin as she stepped more to one side so she wasn‘t right in his lap like Yuna and Rikku still were. “Surely you know the type of treasure boys keep in their pants.”
“So there is treasure in there,” Rikku crowed as she jumped up and punched the air.
Trying to think quick as well as not embarrass himself, Leon rolled into a crouching position, leaving Yuna, Rikku and Paine no choice but to get off. Paine looked entirely too amused at his discomfort. Leon had once wondered how similar faeries were to humans. Now he really didn’t think he wanted to know.
“It’s not treasure,” he told them, wondering how best to explain the treasure they sensed was in fact emerald gems that decorated a cock ring, courtesy of Cloud. “It’s a…gift.”
“A gift? Oooh I like presents. Who is it for? Do we know them?” Yuna asked, flying closer as Leon stood.
“Maybe,” Leon admitted. After all, who didn’t know or know of Sephiroth. He couldn’t tell if this was punishment from Cloud for ignoring the blond in favor of doing work or something Sephiroth had requested. The gems did match the demi-god’s eyes. Sometimes it was hard to know the minds of his lovers.
“Can we see it?” Rikku asked.
“Ah, no.”
“Aww c’mon, Leon. Just a peek?”
“Definitely not,” Leon growled, glaring at Paine who chuckled behind her two friends. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a few coins and handed them to the faeries. “Go see Scrooge and have ice-cream. My treat.”
“Yay ice-cream,” Yuna cheered, grabbing the coins and dragging a complaining Rikku away.
“But I wanna see the gift…”
Leon sighed with relief when Paine followed along behind Yuna and Rikku. His relief was short lived when her voice drifted back to him, obviously explaining that human boys and faerie boys weren’t that much different.
It wasn’t about love or affection. It was about release from a distraction, to sate the body and clear the mind so that all that was left was the focus on the battle.
Byakuya ignored the blood sliding down his face and dripping onto his bare shoulder, jerking slightly as Zaraki’s hot tongue lapped it up.
“You look good in blood…and taste even better.”
Perhaps it had been a mistake to accept Zaraki’s challenge to a fight. He’d known Zaraki held a great amount of power within him, felt the odd flicker of it on occasion but he had been unprepared for the full force if it, used in the moment his Bankai would have struck. Byakuya expected he would have a headache from hitting his head against the tree he’d been thrown into, the gash to his temple from a rock that had struck him before Zaraki was suddenly there, large and looming over him, pressing him against the tree and licking the blood away.
They might be of different stations in life but Byakuya understood this. Battlelust and bloodlust and the need to release it before it consumed the mind. Usually he would deal with the lust caused by intense fighting in the privacy of the Kuchiki mansion, alone in the shower where the water drowned out the noises he would make. Like the soft noise that escaped him as Zaraki slid two fingers into his mouth, fingers that tasted of sweat, metal and blood. Byakuya sucked on them, distracted by hands tugging at his clothing, by teeth leaving marks on his shoulder and neck. It had been some time since he had been touched like this.
The air was cool but Zaraki’s body hot as clothing fell in a pile at their feet. Wet fingers slipped from between slick lips, replaced by a hot demanding tongue and biting teeth. There was a moan as Byakuya’s leg was lifted, bodies rubbing together as hasty stretching barely prepared him for the cock suddenly thrust into him. Byakuya heard a hiss through the haze of sharp pain, unsure if it was him or Zaraki.
Bark bit into his back through his robe as he was fully lifted, legs automatically wrapping about slim hips and tight ass. He could feel the flexing of muscle under his crossed legs, half smiled into the mouth ravaging his as he slipped a hand between them and stroked himself. The growl from Zaraki sent a shiver up his spine, Byakuya breaking the kiss and resting his head back against the tree to watch Zaraki fuck him. It felt better than good and Byakuya scratched his nails down Zaraki’s chest and over a nipple. Zaraki pressed closer, teeth sinking into his shoulder and Byakuya tensed, pulses of heat hitting his chest, Zaraki biting harder as he too stilled in release, fingers bruising on Byakuya’s hips.
Byakuya put up with the licking of his shoulder for a few moments, pushing firmly at the body pinning his to the tree. He said nothing as they dressed, already half hard again as Zaraki’s release dribbled down his thighs. He knew he was being watched by eyes that had flared gold moments before, now only one observing his every move, the eye patch back in its rightful place.
Picking up his zanpakuto, Byakuya left Zaraki where he was, carefully walking away, the twinges of abused muscles welcome. His only acknowledgement of the other captain a slight inclination of the head in answer to an unspoken question he’d seen in Zaraki‘s eye. Byakuya would be here the next day to battle once more.
Title: At Days End
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nudity?
Summary: Braska and Auron training for the pilgrimage
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Braska/Auron: Hair - Silk and leather
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Braska smiled down at Auron when dark red eyes finally opened and focused on him.
“My Lord, what happened?” Auron asked, moving to sit up but forced to stay with his head resting on the summoner’s lap when the room moved a little. “Argh…head hurts.”
“Rest, Auron,” Braska commanded in a hushed voice. “Today’s session is over.”
“It is? I do not remember thanking our…I was unconscious.” Auron seemed to become boneless against the mats under them. “Forgive me, Lord Braska. I failed.”
Staring down at the face turned away from him, Braska smiled gently and shook his head. It had been a long, tiring day of spell casting and mock battles in preparation for his pilgrimage. They had been given little time to rest. If they were not participating in a battle then he and Auron were walking around the Temple, almost mimicking the time between attacks from fiends. He was certain they were being tested harder than any of the previous summoners and their guardians. It seemed everyone still couldn’t believe they would succeed.
“Your resistance is improving, Auron,” Braska told his guardian, arm under muscled shoulders to help Auron sit up. “I would call it unfair that a lightning spell was used after a water spell but that could happen in battle. You have not failed at all considering you had been attacked with a level three fire spell first. The water left on your clothing wet and merely augmented the lightning, making it stronger than it would be under normal conditions.”
Auron accepted the assistance and managed to stand with only a little swaying. “But if I had not fallen unconscious we would still be in battle.”
“Perhaps,” Braska agreed, bending to collect their weapons. “However you did not see the condition of our last opponent when he left. He was barely standing.”
There was no smile of triumph on Auron’s face as he accepted his katana, a frown instead creasing his brow as he looked at his hand wrapped about the hilt.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, my Lord. I think I am just tired.”
Nodding, Braska said nothing and silently lead the way to the baths, a step or two ahead of his guardian but always aware of his wellbeing. To see Auron using the wall for occasional support was proof that they had been tested hard.
The baths were empty given how late in the evening it was and Braska undressed slowly, waving off Auron’s assistance. His guardian was barely standing and yet still wanting to help. Braska was pleased and honored to have Auron by his side.
A small noise of frustration sounded beside him, drawing Braska from his thoughts to stare at Auron, naked and tugging at his hair.
“Auron?”
“I…I can’t feel my fingers properly. They are almost completely numb.” Braska winced at the almost vicious tug to long black hair.
Placing his hands over Auron’s, Braska drew them away and moved them to his side. Carefully untying the leather cord Auron secured his hair with, the summoner threaded his fingers into long black hair and massaged lightly, the usually silken strands slightly damp. He smiled at the soft sigh of pleasure, stepping forward so that Auron could lean back against him.
“Sit, Auron.”
“Hmm…but…”
“Are you arguing with your Summoner?” Braska chided, trying to be stern as a chuckle escaped him. Auron was practically asleep and yet still managed to find energy to argue.
“No, my Lord, but you need to bathe quickly and go home. Yuna will be waiting.”
“Yuna is staying with friends tonight,” Braska informed Auron, lowering them both to a bench where he intended to clean their bodies before they soaked in the heated pool. “I made arrangements as I knew we would have an early start tomorrow.”
“Where will you stay?” Auron asked, leaning forward when Braska took up a cloth and began to scrub the sweat of a full day of fighting out of his skin. “You should have told me so I could arrange a room for you.”
“Sit, Auron, and relax,” Braska said, placing a soapy hand on a muscled shoulder when he thought Auron was going to stand. “I have arranged for extra bedding to be delivered to your room. I shall sleep on your floor.”
“No, you will take my bed,” Auron protested, turning too quickly and gasping in slight pain. “I will take the floor.”
“It is your room and therefore you will take the bed. End of discussion,” Braska said, voice firm as he carefully forced Auron to face forward again. “It will not cause me any harm to sleep on the floor.”
“But…”
“Auron.”
“My Lord?” Auron asked, half turning to look at his summoner, movements slower this time so not to again endure an attack of pain.
Sweat dampened strands of hair slid along Braska’s fingers as he slipped them into Auron’s hair again, this time holding him in place. There was a hesitant response as their lips pressed together, Braska smiling slightly as he nibbled at Auron’s bottom lip.
“You can sleep on the floor with me if you wish, Auron. I won’t take the bed. It’s not big enough for the both of us.”
Auron’s slight nod made Braska smile and he pressed another light kiss to Auron’s lips before pulling away to continue with their bath.
Title: Tied Up In You
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: light bondage
Summary: Tseng shows Rufus some traditional ropework.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Rufus Shinra: bondage - "It's the Wutai way."
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Rufus Shinra watched Tseng watch him inspect the dark purple ropes that crisscrossed his body, the pattern very nearly symmetrical where it covered his skin, disappearing between his legs and moving up his back. It wasn’t restricting in any way, simply a little uncomfortable and distracting.
“Is this really necessary?” he asked as he dressed, the rope beginning to disappear under layers of fabric. “I have rope where I don’t think there should be rope.” And because of it, I have to go commando. Bet Reno would love that bit of information.
“Are you in pain?” Tseng asked calmly, Rufus shaking his head as he slipped into the offered button down shirt.
“No, but I’m going to be rubbed raw if I have to wear this for too long.”
“A couple of hours at most and Reno has instructions to remove it if it becomes a hazard. You agreed to any precautions I deemed necessary when you announced that you have a meeting in Wutai with Gordo. This is to ensure you are untouched while I am not there in person.”
“Couldn’t you have picked a better time to visit your home village?” Rufus asked, a little put out that Tseng was telling him no without actually saying the word. “You are the head Turk. Protecting Shin-ra is your priority. You should be by my side.”
In the mirror, Tseng stepped close behind him and Rufus watched suited arms wrap about him.
“I will be by your side, Rufus” Tseng’s voice was low and soft in his ear. “This rope in an extension of me, enveloping you in my protection while warning others to stay away. This knot,” he added, hand slipping into the back of Rufus’ open pants and between the cleft of his ass, fingertips pressing against the knot in the rope that covered Rufus’ pucker, “is to show that you belong to another. Tradition will ensure your safety while I am unavailable if you get separated from Reno and Rude.”
“And if tradition is not followed?” Rufus asked, pressing back against Tseng, cheeks lightly flushed and body arching in the mirror. He could feel himself growing hard, the rope shifting sensuously against his skin.
“Those who break it will die. It is the Wutian way.”
Rufus shivered, the promise of violence in Tseng’s voice going straight to his cock that twitched for attention. He made a small noise as Tseng’s hand slipped into his open pants, wrapping around him, stroking him as lips and teeth teased his ear. Tseng’s other hand rubbed over rope and his nipples, the contrast between uncovered fingertips and the leather of Tseng’s fingerless gloves a dual sensation that made Rufus moan softly. Rufus didn’t know when Tseng had removed one of his gloves but the feel of the lightly calloused palm on him was just what he needed. He rocked into it, leaning back against Tseng, balls rubbing over the thigh that Tseng slipped between his when Rufus’ unfastened pants had fallen to the floor. All the while, he watched Tseng watching him in the mirror, could see Tseng’s tongue in his ear, see the hand around him, the thumb pressing down on the head…
Streaks of white splattered onto the pristine surface of the mirror, sliding downwards as Tseng stood calmly behind Rufus, half holding him up as he sucked on Tseng’s fingers. Rufus made sure they were clean as Tseng expected of him, casting a questioning glance as Tseng pressed a hand to the communicator in his ear.
“Elena is here with the helicopter, sir,” Tseng said, stepping back and calmly picking up the black vest as if he hadn’t just made Rufus come all over the full size mirror. “We will leave when you are ready.”
Title: Swimming with the summoner
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: a little nekkidness
Summary: Jecht, Braska and the spring in the forest
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Braska: undressing - moonlight
A/N: It turned out nothing like planned thanks to Jecht wanting water to play in and I will have to go back and write the original idea. It needs to be written. And yes, lame title really but I couldn't leave it untitled ^^;
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“You never mentioned we’d be camping near a lake. Last one in cooks breakfast!” Jecht called, tossing his pack in the general direction of Auron and Braska’s, sword and the little armor he did wear also discarded.
“That is hardly fair, Jecht,” Braska said, Jecht abruptly halting his energetic race for the calm water at the words. “I have too many layers of clothing to accept that challenge.”
“Get Auron to help ya,” Jecht said, grinning over his shoulder, stepping towards the water again.
“Auron is off catching our dinner.”
“Huh?” Jecht stopped, confused at Auron’s absence and a little perturbed at not noticing the monk’s departure from the group. “Is that safe? Him going off alone?”
“Auron is a skilled hunter. Don’t tell me you’re worried?” Braska asked with a teasing smile.
“Worried? Hah, what a laugh,” Jecht barked out a chuckle, slowly walking to Braska. “Although this now means I can’t go swimming cos I gotta protect you.”
“I hardly need protecting here. Don’t you feel it? This place is much different from the rest of the forest.”
“It is?”
“Yes. The Guado believe that is it because of that tree,” Braska explained, pointing towards the middle of the spring and the moon-lit tree that resided on the small island there. “The fiends do not like it.”
“How so?” Jecht scratched his head, staring at the tree. Nothing seemed different to him. “It looks just like a normal tree.”
“Don’t you feel the power in it?” the summoner asked, hand warm on Jecht’s arm. “The magic…“ Braska whispered, awe in his voice. “No one knows for sure why or how but the closer you are to the tree, the less likely you are to run into fiends.”
“So there’s no fiends in the water?”
“No, the water should be safe.”
“Great, I’m going swimming then,” Jecht announced.
“Jecht?” Braska said, holding onto the Blitzer’s arm.
“What?”
“Help me undress?” the summoner asked brightly. “I will go swimming with you.”
“Is that safe?”
“Sure it is. I can swim.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Jecht tried to explain his concern to the summoner. He didn‘t relish getting an earful from Auron for five minutes of fun. “Won’t Auron panic if we aren’t at the camp waiting for him?”
“You’re not very observant, Jecht,” Braska laughed softly. “Auron just passed through those trees on the far side of the spring. He knows where we are.”
Jecht was doubtful but shrugged anyway. Who was he to go against what his summoner said? “If you say so.”
Helping un-tuck the cowl from his protective chest cover, Braska stood still as Jecht lifted the headdress and set it on a nearby log, running a hand through his hair with a sigh of relief. Jecht’s grin was bright in the dim light, smiling at Braska’s apparent joy at getting out of his summoner garb after a long day of walking and fiend fighting. The outer layers of Braska’s clothing joined the headdress, each neatly folded.
“Hey Braska?” Jecht asked as he directed the summoner to lift his arms so the layered dress could be removed.
“Yes, Jecht?”
“How come you didn’t sink into the water when doing that sending in Besaid? Your gear weighs a ton.”
“Magic, Jecht,” Braska smiled mysteriously, amusement in his eyes.
“Hey I’m being serious here.”
“Sorry,” Braska said, wriggling as Jecht tugged upwards. “Very well then. Belief…and magic rituals. The dance of sending is beautiful but it also serves a purpose,” Braska explained, voice a little muffled by his clothes. “Like the steps of a summoning generate a power boost to call an Aeon, enabling it to appear, the dance of sending gathers up the ripples of magic. These ripples are tied together so that when the dance ends and they disperse, they give the souls of the deceased a boost of power to get them to the Farplane.”
“So I could walk on water too if I did the dance?” Jecht asked as he draped the dress over a low hanging branch, keeping his hands close by at first in case it couldn’t take the weight.
“I thought you were being serious…”
“I am…it’s the coolest thing ever. All I’m good at is Blitzball and holding my breath under water. And folding your clothes it seems,” Jecht laughed, catching the shirt Braska tossed at him.
“Making breakfast too,” Braska said, shimming out of his lightweight pants, leaving him quite naked.
Jecht couldn’t help but stare as the summoner walked towards the water, the end of his long braid swinging with each step, brushing against skin that glowed softly in the moonlight, pyreflies dancing about him. The water rippled as he stepped into it.
“Huh?”
“Last one in…”
“Crap.”
Jecht ran towards the water, tackling a laughing Braska who had waded in up to his knees. The summoner spluttered slightly as they came up for air, Jecht’s strong arms keeping him close.
“This is hardly the right way to treat your Summoner,” Braska complained with a laugh, brushing stray bits of hair away from his face to find Jecht watching in intently. “Jecht?” he asked, and Jecht was very aware of where their skin touched through his clothing.
“You’re right,” Jecht agreed, tossing a shocked looking Braska into deeper water. Jecht’s smile was predatory as he began to shed his own clothes, throwing them back to the waters edge. “It’s totally unfair that I have clothing on while you’re buttass naked. Ready or not, here I come.”
Title: Not Love
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: err het? I write yaoi usually so het is my warning ;)
Summary: Just a little romp in the kitchen
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: rough sex, spontaneous sex (anywhere but bed) - It wasn't love, but she didn't care
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She knew he didn’t love her but it really didn’t matter anymore, had never mattered to begin with.
Not when Cloud returns from a month long delivery run and bends her over the kitchen table she had just cleaned, dragging her panties down from under her skirt so that he can bury his tongue within her heat. She squirms as he laps at her warm skin, slick first from his mouth and soon from her own need. The unmistakable sound of a zipper is louder than the stew bubbling on the stove and Tifa wants to turn and see Cloud but he holds her down, gloved hand around her wrists, another holding her open as he slides in deep.
It is her name on his lips, whispered into her ear as he leans over her, both hands held within his gloved ones. Tifa can barely touch the floor as Cloud begins to move, toes occasionally gaining enough purchase to push back against him. He fucks her slowly at first, making sure she is wet enough for him before he draws back, fingers grasping her hips as his own snap forward. Tifa can’t hold in the sharp gasp that dissolves into a moan for more, the hard thrust driving deep and she knows she’ll have bruises from both his hands and the table edge before they’re done. The table scrapes across the floor with each thrust, Tifa holding onto it, Cloud holding onto her. She can hear him, soft grunts and stuttering breaths and tightens around him, drawing him deeper. He moans and pulls her away from the table, upright against him, teeth on her neck, gloved fingers rubbing her clit hard and fast and Tifa grabs at him as she comes, body bucking and muscles tightening to prolong the intense spasms of pleasure.
Tifa doesn’t care that it is not her name muffled against her shoulder as he thrusts twice more and stills within her, arm almost too tight around her waist to hold her still.
They pull apart slowly, Cloud’s lips warm and friendly against her cheek, a teasing lick of the tongue making her laugh. Watching him head for a shower, Tifa smiles, glad that he chose to stay with her and the children, with those he cared for but couldn’t love because his heart was already gone with those he had failed to save. Some would say it was still love.
It wasn't love, but she didn't care.
Not when he waits for her in the doorway to the bathroom, naked and asking some help with his hair…
Title: Bathing Confessions
Rating: light R for some groping
Warnings: no warnings ^_^
Summary: the trio stop in at Rin's Travel Agency
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Auron/Braska/Jecht: threesome, sexual hangups - Don't be such a prude
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It was a tired and wet trio that entered the Mi’ihen Highroad Travel Agency, surprising the Al Bhed man resting against the counter, ledger books spread out in front of him.
“Ah guests. Welcome to…Braska? Fryd yna oui tuehk rana?” (what are you doing here)
“Hello Rin,” the summoner laughed as he was pulled into a tight hug. “And please, no Al Bhed. I do not want my guardians to think we are saying things about them.”
“Hmph, I know some but it is Jecht who knows nothing.”
There was a soft grunt as Jecht smacked Auron in the back of the head. Auron’s retaliation was to punch the blitzballer in the shoulder. Braska simply shook his head as they continued to trade hits, Jecht grinning when he finally caught both of Auron’s hands in his larger ones.
“Now Auron, Jecht has not had the time to learn,” Braska said with a smile, resting one of his hands on top of his guardians. “Perhaps we can teach him a few words. However,” Braska announced, turning back to Rin, “right now I wish for a hot bath and food and a dry bed. We didn’t depart early enough from Djose to miss the evening storm.”
“One of your companions seems to not mind the water all that much,” Rin said, watching in amusement as Jecht shook himself much like a dog shedding water, flicking it all over Auron.
“Oh forgive me, I have not introduced you. Rin, this is Jecht, a man from Zanarkand and one of my guardians. Jecht, meet Rin, a very old friend of mine and best man at my wedding,” Braska smiled as they were lead down a short corridor. “You already know Auron.”
“Yes, Auron, good to see you again…and a pleasure to meet you Jecht,” Rin bowed, and shook Jecht’s hand before giving his full attention to Braska again. “I had heard you were taking up the pilgrimage to defeat Sin. Are you okay with that?”
“Rin, you cannot question Lord Braska like that,” Auron protested, silenced when Braska help up a hand.
“I will give Yuna a Spira free of Sin.”
Rin gave Braska a searching look but in the end the blond man turned away, grim faced as he opened a door. When he turned again his smile was back.
“At this late hour you should not be disturbed while you enjoy your bath. I’ll have food sent to your room and the fire lit. Makes no sense to get all warm and dry only to try and sleep in a chilly room. Enjoy your bath, gentlemen.”
Stepping into the large room, Braska turned to Auron and Jecht as they paused in the doorway. “Leave our packs there. Rin will get someone to take them to our room.”
Immediately Jecht dumped his pack, entering the room and poking about while Auron set his gently on the floor, taking Braska’s as well. Once the packs were outside he closed the door, the sound of the mechanical lock rather loud.
“Uh…I’ll wait outside,” Braska heard Jecht say, looking at the older guardian when Auron paused in helping him undress to also look at Jecht.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Auron said with a soft sigh as he set Braska’s breastplate to one side.
“Takes one to know one,” Jecht growled and Braska hid a smile as Auron rolled his eyes. “Look, enjoy the bath. I’ll watch the door.”
Placing a hand on Auron’s as it was about to lift his summoner robe free, Braska watched Jecht calmly as he tugged on the door that wouldn’t open.
“There’s no need, Jecht. We are safe here.”
“And if someone decided they wanna talk to you?” Jecht argued, not looking at them.
“The door is locked and if you were to look outside you’ll find an Al Bhed machina. Rin will ensure our privacy,” Braska said with confidence.
“But…”
“Enough, Jecht,” Auron growled, fed up with the other’s complaining against their Lord’s wishes. “We cannot monopolize the baths even if it is late in the evening. Get undressed already or are you afraid of a little warm water and soap?”
“I can’t believe you just suggested that. Idiot.”
“Worried about undressing then?” Auron asked, tone slightly pissed off. “Afraid we‘ll see what you wear under your shorts?”
Jecht’s answering smile was enough to make the younger guardian blush. “I’ve been getting naked with the Abes for years. You ain’t got nothing I haven’t already seen.”
“Then what is your problem?” Auron demanded, moving away from Braska to confront Jecht. “We are wasting time. Certainly I’ll grant that this is the first time we’ve all bathed together seeing as usually one of us is needed to guard the area and ‘getting naked with the Abes’ as you put it means you’re not shy. Are you?”
“What?” Jecht asked, looking a little shocked at something and rather uncertain. “No, not shy. Look, I’ll just be outside,” he said, ducking his head as he turned away.
“Auron, prepare the tub. I’ll talk to Jecht.”
“Yes my Lord.”
Approaching where Jecht had stopped at the sound of his voice, Braska stepped up behind the scarred man and placed a hand on a muscled arm to turn him around. Braska looked up at Jecht averted eyes, noting the light blush that if questioned Jecht would deny.
“It was not like this with your teammates, was it?” he asked, reaching up to unclasp Jecht’s shoulder armor, dropping it to the floor and giving Auron a nod that everything was fine.
“Huh?”
“I will forgive you for lusting after my Guardian, Jecht,” Braska whispered, smiling.
“Wha?” Jecht looked shocked as he stared over Braska’s shoulder to where Auron was now undressing.
“It’s all right to want Auron.”
“Not just…” Jecht’s blush darkened and he stared down at Braska, exposed and unsure.
“I thought as much,” the summoner said, tone soft and sympathetic, not in the least bothered by the confession as he removed Jecht‘s arm guard. Jecht probably hadn’t expected to have such deep feelings for them after such a short time but fighting where losing meant death very quickly formed deep bonds with those that battled at your side. Add to that the fact that he was married and had a young child and Jecht likely put any sort of sexual activity from his mind. “You never bathed with us, always wanting to be alone after guarding us while we got clean. You were hiding this, weren’t you?”
Jecht’s breath hissed through his teeth as Braska cupped him, large and heavy in the summoner’s hand. Shocked eyes flicked from Braska to over his shoulder where Auron was. Braska could see the warrior monk’s reflection in a mirror and appreciated the muscles rippling under lightly tanned skin as Auron bent to remove his boots. Auron’s robe and breastplate had already been discarded.
“Auron won’t say no,” Braska murmured as he stroked Jecht through the fabric of his shorts. He could feel Jecht push into his hand and changed his grip a little, wondering how quickly he could get into Jecht‘s shorts.
“The bath is ready, my Lord,” Auron said, suddenly behind Braska. The summoner had not seen him move, busy watching his hand on Jecht. Braska leaned back as Auron wrapped an arm about him, hand covering his own on Jecht and giving a squeeze and Braska found he quite liked the noise that Jecht made.
“I believe Jecht is ready for the bath too. Help him scrub down while I finish undressing.”
Before either could move, Braska felt Jecht’s hands pulling at his robe and could not stop its removal. Auron’s heat was gone from his back for a moment as the robe was lifted over his head but it returned, Jecht grabbing Auron and pulling him close, sandwiching their summoner between them. Braska got a very close up view of Jecht devouring Auron’s mouth and smiled as he pulled Jecht closer, ‘not a damn prude’ growled by Jecht, Auron’s answering moan needy.
Braska decided they would stay the extra day as the rest of their clothing was shed between kisses and random touches that grew more demanding with each passing moment. He knew they would get no sleep this night.
Title: Purple
Rating: M+ for swearing & nuditity
Warnings: Cid swearing...a lot
Summary: Cid gets a very unexpected late night visit
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cid: Demons - $#%*@-ing purple fur is hard to explain off the &$%ing sheets.
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Cid wasn’t sure what to think when something thudded loudly across his porch late in the evening. He was about to get up and yell at what was likely some random kid trying to rock his roof and failing when a screeching roar told him it was no child.
“Fucking dragons,” he grunted, dropping the book he’d been reading onto his chair and switching off his lamp, heading for the front door in the dark by memory alone. He grabbed the Venus Gospel as he cracked the front door open and peered out into the moonlit night of Rocket Town.
Checking the empty yard and street beyond, Cid hoped that the dragon hadn’t dropped its dinner on his doorstep. That would mean it would be coming back. He could hear more than one set of wings above the house and really didn’t want to look when there was an indignant sound of anger from above. Could the dumb-asses be fighting? He’d dig out a materia and fry their leathery hides if they kept it up. Last thing he needed was for one of them to crash into some house and him be expected to do something about it. Sucked some days to have helped save the world. Meant incidents were suddenly brought to you when all you wanted was a smoke, a cup of tea and some quiet to enjoy a damn book you‘d never had the chance to finish thanks to some madman disturbing your peaceful little world.
Out of the corner of his eye Cid could see a lump of something that didn’t belong huddled along the exterior wall of his house, color bled out of it by the night.
Great, dragons fighting over a snack and they drop the fucker on my place. Thanks so much. I gotta drag it to the edge of town before they land and ruin the place.
Poking the object with the butt of his spear got no reaction and so Cid moved closer, wondering what poor creature was likely bleeding to death on his property. He could smell blood, lots of it too by the dark smear from where the creature had first landed before bouncing and skidding to a stop. Stepping closer, he lifted what looked like a wing with his spear, almost dropping it when his eyes adjusted and he realized what he was looking at.
“Chaos? Fuck, Vince!”
Dropping his spear, Cid carefully turned the unconscious demon over, wary of the limp and obviously damaged wing and checked for wounds.
“What the hell you doing tangling with dragons, Vincent? Least this one knows where to come for help.”
Dragging Chaos into the house was a mission, Cid not wanting to let go of the demon until they were in his bedroom. It was heavy, all muscle and smooth suede skin and awkward as hell wings to get through doorways. Leaving the demon form of Vincent on the floor to turn the light on Cid was greeted by a horrible gash in Chaos’ side, claw marks to a leg and a ripped wing.
“Idiot, you’re only still breathing cos of what you are,” he muttered, grabbing a towel to staunch some of the bleeding while he went to get potions and proper cloths.
Chaos hadn’t moved when he returned half a minute later, bathroom cabinet now in shambles thanks to a hasty search for supplies. Cid tended the wounds as best he could, cleaning, administering potions directly onto the worst of the damaged areas, watching them close slowly. He looked up after bandaging now healing ribs to see glowing eyes watching.
“Don’t even think it,” he growled when a clawed hand near him flexed. “You came to me so you can damn well lay there and take it. I know the floor is cold and hard and I’ll move ya to the bed once I’m certain you’re not gonna bleed all over it.”
He continued, slightly unnerved now that Chaos was aware, even if it was through a haze of pain and healing. Last thing Cid wanted was a fully aware demon on his hands so he withheld potions he would have readily handed over to anyone else.
“No biting,” Cid commanded as he pulled back the blankets on the bed and moved to lift Chaos from the floor. The demon hissed at him, claw digging into the pilot’s shoulder as it was moved from the floor to the bed. “And quit yer bellyaching. We both know you’re healing just fine.”
Leaving Chaos to curl up and sleep if it wanted to, Cid moved about cleaning up the mess, mopping the floors where he’d dragged the demon through the house, putting salve on the marks left in his shoulder. The porch would have to wait until morning.
“Least the dragons have moved off,” he mused, listening intently for a moment as he picked up his spear and rested it once again next to the front door.
Returning to the bedroom, Cid almost smiled at the sleeping demon in his bed, his pillow pushed right up out of the way, the creature asleep on its stomach, red wings relaxed across its back. He didn’t bother with trying to approach quietly as he went to the bed and pulled the blankets up over Chaos’s hips. Eyes opened slightly to watch him before closing again.
“Yeah, I know I’m not a damn threat. Go the fuck to sleep.”
Dragging a chair close to the bed, Cid left again to retrieve his book. He’d read while keeping watch, just in case something happened.
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Cid fell out of his chair hours later, book hitting the floor and sunlight making his eyes water and brain try to pound its way out of his skull. Mind blankly wondering for a long moment what the hell he was doing sleeping next to his bed instead of in it, Cid was on his feet quickly and looking for his guest.
“Why am I not surprised the fucking demon can’t follow a simple damn order,” he grumbled, lighting up a cigarette as he stalked towards the bathroom. “What the hell would it want with my bathroom anyways?”
Stopping in the open doorway, Cid was greeted by the sight of a naked Vincent, wet hair plastered to his scarred skin as he bent to dry his feet.
“You should be in bed.”
“I am fine, Cid. You know I heal quickly,” Vincent said, not turning around.
“What the friggin’ hell were you doing anyways? What’s with the dragons?” Cid asked, leaning against the door, telling himself that it was to keep an eye on Vincent and not to appreciate the view.
“If you’re thinking I look good naked, don’t. I’m not in the mood,” Vincent growled a warning, wrapping the towel around his waist and turning to face Cid.
“Wha? Was not,” Cid argued a little too quickly.
“Yes you were. I can smell you,” Vincent pointed out as he stepped up to Cid, pushed him out of the bathroom and closed the door.
Cid started at the door for a moment before kicking it. “Well fuck you too. You were the one naked with the door wide open ya know. See if I save your sorry furry ass again.”
Cid stalked away from the bathroom and threw himself onto his bed. He breathed in deeply, reveling in the scent of Vincent on his sheets. Moments later he was sitting up sneezing and scratched fiercely at his nose. Getting up from the bed he took a good look at his sheets and sighed.
“Problem?” Vincent asked as he entered the room, silent on his bare feet.
“Yes there’s a problem. Fucking purple fur is hard to explain off the fucking sheets…even when it’s suede fur and barely noticeable.”
“Why would you have to explain it?” Vincent asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on. The question wasn’t at all threatening, Vincent knowing he was the only one to share the pilot’s bed. He’d be able to smell the difference.
Cid mumbled something around his nearly finished cigarette and Vincent looked up, curious at the way Cid stared out the window, cheeks slightly pink.
“I didn’t catch that.”
“Shera does my damn laundry twice a week. There, ya happy?” Cid yelled, kicking the leg of the chair he’d had next to the bed. “She’ll think things,” he added, stubbing the butt of his cigarette into a little used ashtray.
“You could get purple sheets?” Vincent suggested, not moving from where he sat even when Cid turned disbelieving eyes on him.
“What the hell did you just say?”
“Purple sheets. I have them. Brown ones too, they hide blood stains well.”
Cid stared hard at Vincent for a moment, mind racing too fast for him to keep up.
“Just what are you saying? That I should expect Chaos more often?” Cid asked, about to light up a new cigarette before it was taken away by a too quick clawed hand.
“I’m saying I am taking up your offer to move in. The one you made months ago. Living in Nibelheim is dangerous, as you saw.”
“Those were Nibel dragons after you? Fuck those are nasty bastards. What’d you do to them?”
“They were attacking the town. I fought them and tried to draw them away but one female got the better of me. This morning after I kicked you out of the bathroom I thought that perhaps they can smell me living in the town and that’s why they attack.” Vincent shrugged. “Perhaps thought I was a threat to their nests.”
“And what’s to say they ain’t gonna come and attack my friggin house dammit?” Cid shouted, snatching back his unlit cigarette. He hadn’t liked the way Vincent shrugged off dragons at all. It was creepy. “I am not fighting dragons with you.”
Vincent stood and walked out of the bedroom, Cid followed quickly as the ex-Turk made his way to the kitchen to make a pot of tea, looking very at home as he boiled the kettle and set a cup out.
“The won’t come here again. It’s too far to be threatening to them and the only reason they followed me was because I fought them.”
Cid wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with Vincent’s reasoning but shut up and drank the tea he was served. He frowned when Vincent moved towards the front door.
“Where the fuck you going now?” he asked, half out of his chair as Vincent opened the door.
“Back to Nibelheim to get my stuff. I’ll return in a few days.”
Cid shook his head in disbelief after Vincent left, wondering what madness had prompted him to want to shack up with the man and his demons in the first place.
“Wonder if his sheets will fit on my bed,” he pondered for a moment, staring out the window as the town woke up to a bright new day. “Aw hell I’m gonna need a bigger bed and the right color sheets. If Shera knows what’s good for her she won‘t mention the bloody purple sheets.”
A chair clattered to the floor as Cid stood quickly, a look somewhat akin to dawning horror on his face.
“Hold up, who the fuck said I was letting Chaos into my bed!?”
Title: Sometimes Wanted Memories
Rating: PG
Warnings: tiny bit of angst, hinted incest
Summary: Firo and the weight of memories
Prompt: Baccano! - Firo/anyone - acting on instinct - two hundred years' worth of other people's memories
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Firo was glad that Maiza had stopped him. He needed stopping. It was infinitely difficult to ignore an urge that had been festering for two hundred years, even when the urge wasn’t his own. He hadn’t meant to attack his friend but with poor sleep due to a head full of mostly unwanted memories as well as avoiding the older man for a week and then running into him suddenly, he’d acted on that instinct not his.
Least the carpet of the study is thick, Firo considered absently because Mazia certainly hadn’t done anything to make the fall careful and Firo tasted blood in his mouth from biting his tongue when his head hit the floor. His right arm was stretched almost painfully above his head, the long-fingered hand gripping the wrist tightly enough that he could feel the tendons straining. He relaxed very slightly at the firm restraint. Instinct screamed at him to fight back, to overpower the man above him and take his memories for his own.
“He wanted to ‘eat’ you the moment he learned it was possible to get information that way. He wanted the formula so badly.”
“I know,” Maiza said softly, not moving from where he had pinned Firo to the floor. Firo imagined he could see the soft lamplight glinting off his glasses as Maiza stared down at his turned away face. He didn’t look.
“He’s eaten so many. I see their faces in my dreams, see their thoughts in my nightmares.” Firo hadn’t slept since the night he’d eaten Szilard, the same night they‘d all become immortal. He'd been wondering if they even needed sleep.
“Fight them. You are the one in control, Firo. You won’t hurt anyone like he did. You are not the same.”
“I’m not?” he asked, finally looking up at his friend with wide eyes, body tensing. “I devoured him…”
“In self-defense. He’s had it coming for a long time. You were simply the one to do it.” Maiza sounded so very tired to Firo and he understood thanks to the memories he had of Maiza because of Szilard and the others the old man had devoured.
Firo relaxed back against the carpet at Maiza’s quietly assuring words. Yes, he’d been the one to ’eat’ Szilard but not without reason . He’d saved Maiza and Ennis’ lives that night, possibly the lives of countless others. A wide yawn escaped Firo and he blinked tiredly.
“When did you last get decent sleep?” Maiza asked, standing and offering a hand and helping Firo up.
“The night before we all became immortal,” Firo said, rubbing at an eye, grinning sheepishly at the other man as he accepted the help up from the floor. His smile widened at the friendly arm wrapped about his shoulder that directed him to the door.
“Come, you can share my bed for the night. I’ll make sure the dreams stay away.”
There was a brief flash of memory, of two brothers sharing a bed, naked bodies pressed together as they snuggled under the blankets. Firo found his head nodding in agreement and briefly wondered if Maiza still looked the same naked as he did all those years ago. Perhaps he’d get a chance to find out.
Title: Wanna Wake Up With You
Rating: M
Warnings: nekkidness pfft
Summary: Rufus should not answer phones first thing in the morning
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII - Rufus/Cloud - quasi-incest - "Just look at us."
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Light blue eyes blinked slowly open and watered from the brightness filtering through slitted blinds that lined one wall. Long strips of sunlight warmed the bed, its sole occupant stretching languidly in a tangle of red sheets before settling in a boneless sprawl with a pleased sigh.
Rolling to his side, Rufus rubbed the wetness from his eyes and frowned at the bedside table and the clock there that stated in glaring green numbers that he’d overslept. In his adjoining bathroom he could hear the shower running. He was almost tempted to join his ’guest’ but that involved getting up. A brief thought of being naked and wet with his guest spurred him to action. Sitting up, Rufus scratched at his hair and caught a hint of the scent of strong coffee.
He made me coffee. That’s almost breakfast in bed.
Sliding out of bed and staggering across the cool bare wood floor with a pleased quirk to his lips, Rufus wondered what it was that woke him. He’d been dreaming, some random noise interrupting a daredevil ride on the back of a bike but by the time he’d surfaced the noise had stopped.
I’m hearing things. Too much drinking last night.
Reaching for the coffee, Rufus glanced over his shoulder at the pile of clothing kicked under the window that was ringing.
“Ah, the phone.”
Sipping the steaming coffee as he dug the phone out of black clothing, Rufus leaned back against the blinds and flipped it open, fingers fumbling against the buttons. He gazed at the light obscured screen as it opened immediately to video mode.
“Cloud, where are you? You said you would be back last night. Did something happen?”
“Cloud is currently indisposed, Ms Lockheart. May I be of service?”
“Rufus Shinra? What are you doing with Cloud’s phone?”
“Cloud is busy so I thought I’d answer it for him,” he said as the owner of the phone exited his bathroom. It was all Rufus could to do not stare at the nearly naked man dripping water on his floor, towel slung low and leaving very little to the imagination as Cloud crossed the room and took the phone from him.
There was a beep as Cloud switched it from video to voice only mode and held it to his hear. Rufus and Cloud shared a long look before the blond turned away slightly and Rufus returned to drinking his coffee.
“Tifa? Yeah, I’m still at Healin’…” Cloud said, shooting a glance in Rufus’ direction. “Reno was having a party and they invited me to stay. Yes, I’ll be leaving soon, right after I dress and have breakfast…Well I did just have a shower…No, I didn’t drink all that much, at least not as much as some. Yeah, see ya.”
Rufus met the bright blue stare turned on him as Cloud tossed his phone onto the bed.
“She thought I was you for some reason.”
Cloud continued to stare, Rufus not moving as the other blond approached him.
“Must be the hair,” Cloud said, tone amused as his lips quirked upwards in a knowing smirk.
“Hair?” Rufus asked, turning towards the dresser and the mirror there. Cloud’s reflection looked entirely too amused at his horrified expression. “Heavens, you let me answer the phone looking like this?”
“Uh, I was in the shower,” Cloud pointed out and Rufus leaned back against the muscled chest, not caring about how wet Cloud was making him. Perhaps he could convince him to lick off any water left behind. Rufus frowned as Cloud stole his coffee and drained the mug in long swallows before setting it on the dresser.
“You know…she has a point. Just look at us,” Rufus said, looking at Cloud in the mirror where the blond rested his chin on Rufus’ bare shoulder, Rufus‘ sleep tousled hair and Cloud‘s shower dampened spikes looking rather similar. “We could almost be brothers…or at least half brothers.”
“Oh really?” Cloud asked, Rufus unable to help but shiver at the silky, predatory tone of Cloud’s voice. “But if we were brothers then we couldn’t do this,” came the murmur against Rufus’s skin, the teeth and lips moving over his neck making him moan softly, Cloud’s eyes watching him in the mirror.
“Or this,” Cloud said, spinning them away from the mirror and up against the blinds that rattled against the reinforced, shatterproof glass. Rufus gasped as he felt all of Cloud pressed against him, wet and solid and certain parts hard and throbbing even through the damp towel that was slipping away under Rufus fingers. His own body was responding, and Rufus arched towards Cloud, rubbing against him hard.
“…And definitely not this.”
Giving himself over to the firm hand working his cock to full hardness and the lips that demanded his every breath, Rufus decided that if he ever found out that he and Cloud were indeed related, he’d never give him up.
Title: Treasure Scent
Rating: G
Warnings: none really, implied Seph/Cloud/Leon
Summary: Apparently there's treasure in Leon's pants!
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts - Leon/faerie!Gullwings - treasure hunt - Just what was he hiding?
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“I smell treasure,” was all the warning Leon received as he exited the corridor, walking up the steps to the Postern area of Radiant Garden before he was forced to dodge a small flying object of bright yellow and tan. Falling down the stairs was inevitable as even skilled fighters are clumsy when surprised.
“Oh Leon, are you all right? I’m so sorry,” Yuna apologized, giving Rikku a stern look as she hovered near his face.
“I’ll be fine in a minute,” Leon assured Yuna, eyes a little unfocused from hitting his head. He could see Yuna fine, Rikku was a little blurry and it looked like there was two of Paine.
“What are you staring at?” Paine asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“Okay then,” Yuna said cheerfully, clapping her hands and flying back to join Paine. “You don’t mind if we keep going? Rikku smells treasure.”
Leon wanted to shake his head at how happy the small faerie sounded but knew that kind of movement would hurt. “Yeah, I’ll be okay on my own.”
Yuna smiled and hooked her arm through Paine’s, dragging her fellow faerie off. Leon saw the small grin Paine shared with her friend. She might not be as whimsical as Yuna or easily excitable like Rikku, but Paine was a Gullwing and they all enjoyed treasure hunts
“Rikku, we’re leaving. Are you coming or not? You’ll miss out on the treasure,” Paine called.
“But the treasure smell comes from Leon,” Rikku announced and Leon frowned up at her, mind noting that Yuna and Paine had stopped and were looking at him curiously.
“Treasure?” he asked. “I’ve got a few munni in my pockets but that’s about it,” Leon announced, trying to sit up.
He stopped moving when Rikku landed in his lap, tiny feet stamping where tiny feet should never tread.
“If I was talking about munni I would have said munni,” Rikku said, rolling her eyes him. “What are you hiding, Leon? I can feel something hard and I bet you’ve got treasure in your pants…right HERE!”
Leon bit his lip as Rikku stamped her foot, stifling a groan. This could be bad, he thought. He really should dislodge her but didn’t want to accidentally hurt the faeire. There was a snicker from above and Leon leaned back on his elbows to look up at an amused Paine and wide eyed Yuna.
“What? What’s so funny?” Rikku called up to Paine, tugging on the other’s boot to pull her down. Yuna still had her arm hooked through Paine’s and thus he ended up with a lap full of three tiny faeries, not something he expected.
“Uh, girls…” Leon was not surprised when he was ignored. He did his best to think ice spells and cold showers but it was difficult with three sets of tiny booted feet treading in sensitive places.
“I didn’t think you were that innocent, Rikku?” Paine said, giving Leon a knowing grin as she stepped more to one side so she wasn‘t right in his lap like Yuna and Rikku still were. “Surely you know the type of treasure boys keep in their pants.”
“So there is treasure in there,” Rikku crowed as she jumped up and punched the air.
Trying to think quick as well as not embarrass himself, Leon rolled into a crouching position, leaving Yuna, Rikku and Paine no choice but to get off. Paine looked entirely too amused at his discomfort. Leon had once wondered how similar faeries were to humans. Now he really didn’t think he wanted to know.
“It’s not treasure,” he told them, wondering how best to explain the treasure they sensed was in fact emerald gems that decorated a cock ring, courtesy of Cloud. “It’s a…gift.”
“A gift? Oooh I like presents. Who is it for? Do we know them?” Yuna asked, flying closer as Leon stood.
“Maybe,” Leon admitted. After all, who didn’t know or know of Sephiroth. He couldn’t tell if this was punishment from Cloud for ignoring the blond in favor of doing work or something Sephiroth had requested. The gems did match the demi-god’s eyes. Sometimes it was hard to know the minds of his lovers.
“Can we see it?” Rikku asked.
“Ah, no.”
“Aww c’mon, Leon. Just a peek?”
“Definitely not,” Leon growled, glaring at Paine who chuckled behind her two friends. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a few coins and handed them to the faeries. “Go see Scrooge and have ice-cream. My treat.”
“Yay ice-cream,” Yuna cheered, grabbing the coins and dragging a complaining Rikku away.
“But I wanna see the gift…”
Leon sighed with relief when Paine followed along behind Yuna and Rikku. His relief was short lived when her voice drifted back to him, obviously explaining that human boys and faerie boys weren’t that much different.
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AND THAT KH ONE, LMAO ♥ oh Rikku xD