6/6/06 'drabbles' are impossible.
Jun. 13th, 2006 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_soaringHonestly. Absolutely impossible. I have two (two!) done, and they're about 1300 words combined. Drabbles, my (numb) ass.
Without my desk and comfy chair, writing is somewhat - and by somewhat, I mean majorly - uncomfortable. Keyboard-on-lap and ass-on-floor is good for awhile. And then things start to go numb and suddenly Reno and Rude screwing the life out of Rufus just isn't enough.
...which makes me sad, because guh.
But here, have what I managed so far. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peach_ponta, who wanted seme!Al and ended up with slightly-unhinged!Al, and for the evil twin, who talks about this kinda thing daily and I just needed an excuse to post.
Surgeon General's Warning: Reading anything that contains the subject '6/6/06' can possibly lead to terminal squicking. This LJ claims no responsibility.
Assume everything from this challenge is NC-17. Because it is.
FMA. Al/Ed. ~750 words.
It's the look Al gives his arm that makes Ed nervous.
A look like Al's not so sure Ed's going to stick around once things start heating up. Like maybe Al's afraid he's going to use alchemy to get out of the cuffs Ed smirked over.
It's just not a look Ed ever figured he'd see on Al's - sweet, slightly more innocent than 3/4 of the population Al - face.
Ed swallows, plasters on a grin and rattles the cuffs. "Where'd you get this kinky streak, Al?" he asks. "I leave you alone for a minute and next thing I know-"
Al shushes him, and Ed glares. It's not like he really minds - he got over that pretty fucking quick the day Al flung himself at Ed, and instead of the warm hug he figured he'd get, he ended up with Al's tongue in his mouth. Little hard to complain when he finally got what he'd been too damn embarrassed over to even think about.
Crawling over him, straddling his lap, naked, Al says, "You said you'd let me do what I wanted this time, brother." His touch is soft on Ed's stomach, a smile just as soft and a bit more teasing curving his lips. "You promised."
"Yeah, but Al," Ed starts, only a little ticked off that it sounds like he's whining. "You didn't say anything about toys."
"You didn't ask," Al says, quick and sharp enough that it makes Ed blink. He forgets about it, mostly, as soon as Al's hand is in his pants and squeezing his cock. Ed sucks in a tiny breath, and Al smiles again. "You'll like this, brother."
Al lifts Ed's cock free and shuffles back on his knees to lean down. Ed sucks in another breath and holds it this time, sure that Al doesn't know just how much of a tease he's being when his tongue slides out and licks delicately at the tip, almost too deliberate from the way Al watches him.
Ed closes his eyes, tries to make it last. But all Al does is suck at the tip, lick at the slit like he wants to taste as much as possible without letting Ed lose it. It doesn't take long, couple minutes, before Ed's bucking his hips and making his demands for more sound a little less like begging.
Al never could resist a good pair of puppy dog eyes, so Ed lets out a little groan and looks down just in time to see Al's sexy, bad-news smile. There's tight pressure on his balls before he can make sense of it, another spine-tingling jolt and then it's nothing but ache.
"Al!" Ed twists, his whole body shuddering as Al licks and sucks at his dick again. He babbles something that should've been a couple questions about what the hell, where the hell, and fuck, that's one of Winry's ribbons Al's got tied around his dick, but sounds more like nothing. Ed breathes his brother's name again, his eyes rolling back and his head hitting the wall.
"I knew you'd like it," Al says, and he sounds happy, too happy and too something else - like smug - that doesn't make any sense. "Now you won't come until I let you, brother." He cradles Ed's cock in his hands and nuzzles at Ed's swollen, aching balls.
"Al," Ed says when his voice finally works again. "Al, come on, it hurts." And it does hurt, a throbbing, gut-clenching pleasure, and Ed's not as sure as Al seems to be that this'll be enough to keep him from coming when it already feels like he's going to burst.
But Al isn't listening, or if he's listening it doesn't matter, because all he does is lick his fingers just like he'd licked Ed's cock. He lifts Ed's balls out of the way and pushes slick fingers right into the cleft of Ed's ass. Ed barely has time to breathe, his hips arching off the bed as Al pushes again, sinks one finger in him to the knuckle.
"I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you this time," Al says, and another hot rush of blood straight to his cock has Ed writhing. "Once for every time I couldn't and wanted to." Ed sucks in a breath and holds it until the ache in his lungs matches the one in his cock. Smiling, his finger slowly stroking the inside of Ed's body, Al says, "My poor brother will be sore."
*
FFX. Jecht/Tidus. ~560 words.
Tidus scuffs at a patch of grass, says, "Hey, Pop," and knows as soon as he does that something's wrong.
"You gonna start cryin' again?" Jecht crosses his arms. That grin that Tidus hates so much is plastered across his face. "Always cryin'. Screamin' like a baby."
"I'm not a kid anymore!" Tidus shouts, his arms flung wide. "I don't-"
"Nope," Jecht says. Suddenly, he's closer, right there in front of Tidus, and all Tidus can smell is the salt of the sea and sun-warmed skin. "Not much of a kid anymore."
Tidus says, "So don't treat me like one." It comes out petulant, whiny, and he hates it.
"You're m'boy," Jecht says. His grin is softer, his eyes warmer. When he reaches out to draw Tidus closer, Tidus lets him. "Can't help it. Maybe I'm just hardwired that way."
"You could try," Tidus says. Jecht is taller than him, always will be, and instead of looking up, or pulling away, or doing any of the things he thinks he would, Tidus rests his forehead on Jecht's chest. Strong fingers stroke through the hair at his nape. Rough calluses catch and tug on his hair, send shivers skittering down his spine.
"Try what?" Jecht asks. This close, his voice is little more than a rumble of sound. There's always been a rasp to Jecht's voice, something husked, male, good. "Treatin' you more like a man?"
"Yeah." Tidus wets his lips, the nervous flutter in his stomach growing worse. He's never talked to Jecht this long without storming away, or been this close without fighting. He remembers what it was like for Jecht to lift him off the ground, pin him still kicking and screaming to the hard muscles of Jecht's chest.
"Like this?" Jecht says. For a moment, a split second of time, Tidus isn't sure what he means. But then his back is against Jecht's chest, wide hands are pressed low on his stomach, and his cheek tingles from the scratch of stubble. "This what it takes to get you to stop hatin' me?"
"I don't-" Hate you, he was going to say. Or, I don't know, maybe. It's not easy to think when Jecht's breath is warm on his ear, or when he realises the thick line of heat pressed against his ass is Jecht's dick.
Or that the feel of it makes his breath stumble and his own cock achingly hard.
"This is what you want, ain't it?" Jecht asks, his hand cupping Tidus's balls, and whatever Tidus tried to say comes out as a low moan. "You want your own daddy's cock up your ass."
Tidus shakes his head, opens his mouth to say no, no, he doesn't want that. Thick fingers push into the crack of his ass, press against him there, and he bucks his hips, losing the words on another gasp.
"Always knew you were jealous," Jecht whispers. Teeth graze Tidus's ear, send a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his dick. "Just never figured you were jealous of your mother."
Tidus's eyes snap open. The mossy bank is soft under him, the trees bright and unreal. His breaths are shallow, his lungs burning and his fingers cramped from gripping the sphere too tightly.
Closing his eyes, Tidus curses on his father and stuffs a hand down his shorts.
Without my desk and comfy chair, writing is somewhat - and by somewhat, I mean majorly - uncomfortable. Keyboard-on-lap and ass-on-floor is good for awhile. And then things start to go numb and suddenly Reno and Rude screwing the life out of Rufus just isn't enough.
...which makes me sad, because guh.
But here, have what I managed so far. For
peach_ponta, who wanted seme!Al and ended up with slightly-unhinged!Al, and for the evil twin, who talks about this kinda thing daily and I just needed an excuse to post.Surgeon General's Warning: Reading anything that contains the subject '6/6/06' can possibly lead to terminal squicking. This LJ claims no responsibility.
Assume everything from this challenge is NC-17. Because it is.
FMA. Al/Ed. ~750 words.
It's the look Al gives his arm that makes Ed nervous.
A look like Al's not so sure Ed's going to stick around once things start heating up. Like maybe Al's afraid he's going to use alchemy to get out of the cuffs Ed smirked over.
It's just not a look Ed ever figured he'd see on Al's - sweet, slightly more innocent than 3/4 of the population Al - face.
Ed swallows, plasters on a grin and rattles the cuffs. "Where'd you get this kinky streak, Al?" he asks. "I leave you alone for a minute and next thing I know-"
Al shushes him, and Ed glares. It's not like he really minds - he got over that pretty fucking quick the day Al flung himself at Ed, and instead of the warm hug he figured he'd get, he ended up with Al's tongue in his mouth. Little hard to complain when he finally got what he'd been too damn embarrassed over to even think about.
Crawling over him, straddling his lap, naked, Al says, "You said you'd let me do what I wanted this time, brother." His touch is soft on Ed's stomach, a smile just as soft and a bit more teasing curving his lips. "You promised."
"Yeah, but Al," Ed starts, only a little ticked off that it sounds like he's whining. "You didn't say anything about toys."
"You didn't ask," Al says, quick and sharp enough that it makes Ed blink. He forgets about it, mostly, as soon as Al's hand is in his pants and squeezing his cock. Ed sucks in a tiny breath, and Al smiles again. "You'll like this, brother."
Al lifts Ed's cock free and shuffles back on his knees to lean down. Ed sucks in another breath and holds it this time, sure that Al doesn't know just how much of a tease he's being when his tongue slides out and licks delicately at the tip, almost too deliberate from the way Al watches him.
Ed closes his eyes, tries to make it last. But all Al does is suck at the tip, lick at the slit like he wants to taste as much as possible without letting Ed lose it. It doesn't take long, couple minutes, before Ed's bucking his hips and making his demands for more sound a little less like begging.
Al never could resist a good pair of puppy dog eyes, so Ed lets out a little groan and looks down just in time to see Al's sexy, bad-news smile. There's tight pressure on his balls before he can make sense of it, another spine-tingling jolt and then it's nothing but ache.
"Al!" Ed twists, his whole body shuddering as Al licks and sucks at his dick again. He babbles something that should've been a couple questions about what the hell, where the hell, and fuck, that's one of Winry's ribbons Al's got tied around his dick, but sounds more like nothing. Ed breathes his brother's name again, his eyes rolling back and his head hitting the wall.
"I knew you'd like it," Al says, and he sounds happy, too happy and too something else - like smug - that doesn't make any sense. "Now you won't come until I let you, brother." He cradles Ed's cock in his hands and nuzzles at Ed's swollen, aching balls.
"Al," Ed says when his voice finally works again. "Al, come on, it hurts." And it does hurt, a throbbing, gut-clenching pleasure, and Ed's not as sure as Al seems to be that this'll be enough to keep him from coming when it already feels like he's going to burst.
But Al isn't listening, or if he's listening it doesn't matter, because all he does is lick his fingers just like he'd licked Ed's cock. He lifts Ed's balls out of the way and pushes slick fingers right into the cleft of Ed's ass. Ed barely has time to breathe, his hips arching off the bed as Al pushes again, sinks one finger in him to the knuckle.
"I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you this time," Al says, and another hot rush of blood straight to his cock has Ed writhing. "Once for every time I couldn't and wanted to." Ed sucks in a breath and holds it until the ache in his lungs matches the one in his cock. Smiling, his finger slowly stroking the inside of Ed's body, Al says, "My poor brother will be sore."
FFX. Jecht/Tidus. ~560 words.
Tidus scuffs at a patch of grass, says, "Hey, Pop," and knows as soon as he does that something's wrong.
"You gonna start cryin' again?" Jecht crosses his arms. That grin that Tidus hates so much is plastered across his face. "Always cryin'. Screamin' like a baby."
"I'm not a kid anymore!" Tidus shouts, his arms flung wide. "I don't-"
"Nope," Jecht says. Suddenly, he's closer, right there in front of Tidus, and all Tidus can smell is the salt of the sea and sun-warmed skin. "Not much of a kid anymore."
Tidus says, "So don't treat me like one." It comes out petulant, whiny, and he hates it.
"You're m'boy," Jecht says. His grin is softer, his eyes warmer. When he reaches out to draw Tidus closer, Tidus lets him. "Can't help it. Maybe I'm just hardwired that way."
"You could try," Tidus says. Jecht is taller than him, always will be, and instead of looking up, or pulling away, or doing any of the things he thinks he would, Tidus rests his forehead on Jecht's chest. Strong fingers stroke through the hair at his nape. Rough calluses catch and tug on his hair, send shivers skittering down his spine.
"Try what?" Jecht asks. This close, his voice is little more than a rumble of sound. There's always been a rasp to Jecht's voice, something husked, male, good. "Treatin' you more like a man?"
"Yeah." Tidus wets his lips, the nervous flutter in his stomach growing worse. He's never talked to Jecht this long without storming away, or been this close without fighting. He remembers what it was like for Jecht to lift him off the ground, pin him still kicking and screaming to the hard muscles of Jecht's chest.
"Like this?" Jecht says. For a moment, a split second of time, Tidus isn't sure what he means. But then his back is against Jecht's chest, wide hands are pressed low on his stomach, and his cheek tingles from the scratch of stubble. "This what it takes to get you to stop hatin' me?"
"I don't-" Hate you, he was going to say. Or, I don't know, maybe. It's not easy to think when Jecht's breath is warm on his ear, or when he realises the thick line of heat pressed against his ass is Jecht's dick.
Or that the feel of it makes his breath stumble and his own cock achingly hard.
"This is what you want, ain't it?" Jecht asks, his hand cupping Tidus's balls, and whatever Tidus tried to say comes out as a low moan. "You want your own daddy's cock up your ass."
Tidus shakes his head, opens his mouth to say no, no, he doesn't want that. Thick fingers push into the crack of his ass, press against him there, and he bucks his hips, losing the words on another gasp.
"Always knew you were jealous," Jecht whispers. Teeth graze Tidus's ear, send a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his dick. "Just never figured you were jealous of your mother."
Tidus's eyes snap open. The mossy bank is soft under him, the trees bright and unreal. His breaths are shallow, his lungs burning and his fingers cramped from gripping the sphere too tightly.
Closing his eyes, Tidus curses on his father and stuffs a hand down his shorts.
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Date: 2006-06-13 03:42 pm (UTC)Hope your move goes well and you settle in quickly and comfortably. :)
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:06 pm (UTC)Porn. She is a natural result.
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Date: 2006-06-13 03:45 pm (UTC)b) adjksfladgjkhlajlkfdghadfsk, Jecht/Tidus.
"Always knew you were jealous," Jecht whispers. Teeth graze Tidus's ear, send a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his dick. "Just never figured you were jealous of your mother."
oh. oh my. yes. yes pls. nnnnnngh.
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:12 pm (UTC)There's this thing me and Pond were chatting about, see. This thing where what if Jecht didn't get sucked off to Spira until after Tidus grew up. And Tidus is desperate to be better than his old man and can't quite do it, and Jecht wants his boy to quit being a brat about hating him, since Jecht's loved him since day one.
And fucked up sex ensues.
It would so be AU but I want to write it. Like burning.
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:35 pm (UTC)I would have said before yesterday that I didn't really care one way or the other about Jecht/Tidus, except in that horrible "ooh, possibility of tentacles!" way. But you make a very, very good case for the pairing. ^_^
Being AU is no reason to not write things. *prrr*
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Date: 2006-06-13 04:07 pm (UTC)*rolls around* Oh gods, head not turned on yet and first thing in the morning blue porn and nnngh. NNnngh. *rollroll*
1. Seconds on the Ed/Al and it being exciting.
ZOMG JECHT/TIDUS. For as annoying as Jecht is when he teases you (when you are the main character, he is teasing you) about crying he is, undoubtedly, hot. And Jecht/Tidus is...is...*flails like a kiwi*
Oh, oh lovely first-thing blue porn. :3
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:19 pm (UTC)I'll be over here in my computer corner thinking of tasty Tidus-crawling-into-his-mother's-bed-while-she's-gone-but-Jecht-is-there fic. :3
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:11 pm (UTC)HUZZAH! *rolls preemptively* Oh, oh with the porn and the yay and the hotness and the wrong and the huzzah!
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Date: 2006-06-13 04:18 pm (UTC)*thud*
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-13 04:31 pm (UTC)Heh-he-he :D
You soo spoil us with the length. . . tz-tz . . please go on :)
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:24 pm (UTC)Thankie!
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Date: 2006-06-13 05:24 pm (UTC)*eats the Jecht/Tidus like sweet candy* So fucking hot. Nnghsdlfksjdflkr. I will draw it for you one day, yes. Maybe the groping in the Sphere pool or up against the lockers. *nodnod*
XD And /winry's/ ribbon!!! <3!!!
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Date: 2006-06-13 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-13 09:07 pm (UTC)This is what you get when trying to fuck with the laws of the univers Cass.
And THANK YOU SO MUCH for doing so! XD
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Date: 2006-06-13 11:57 pm (UTC)The interaction between Tidus and Jecht is just about bordering on sweet, but then it plunges deep into wrong territory and that is truly the best stuff ever.
Watching Ed give up control so willingly, then so unwillingly, to his brother is both hot and cute. Bent!Al is love.
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Date: 2006-06-14 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 06:45 am (UTC)♥
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