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Apparently, I'm developing a 'thing' for Sephiroth/Zack. The next chapter of A-R-T should be up sometime before the end of the weekend, along with the sequel to 'Cold' and 'Warm', and a completely self-indulgent Genesis/Reno.
Title: Bunk Inspection Characters: Sephiroth, Zack Rating: PG-13
"...his hot, throbbing manhood-- really, Fair, 'manhood'?"
Zack isn't sure whether that's a rhetorical question or not, but it doesn't matter because his voice isn't working at this point anyway.
"Cloud's-- please tell me this is not a euphemism for Private Strife's anus."
"Er," Zack offers, and he swears his face is going to burst into flames at any second. "G-general Sephiroth, sir, I can explain."
Sephiroth sets the stack of papers aside and looks at him. "Then please, do explain, especially since I seem to have a starring role in your-- novel."
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If I turn into a rabid Mello/Near shipper, blame thepinkrabbit. Title: One or Many Characters: Mello/Near Rating: PG-13 It's been six months since Mello faked his own death and four years since the last time he kissed Near. "How many people have you been with since--?" Near whispers against his lips, a shivering study of pink and white in Mello's arms. "Too many," Mello murmurs. "I tried so hard to get you out of my head, and it was never enough." Near sighs, sounding almost relieved, and closes his eyes. "And you? How many people have you replaced me with?" Mello asks, kissing his way across a flushed cheek. Near's eyes open, pupils dilated and eyelashes fluttering with every breath he takes. "None." | |
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Title: Imaginary Characters: Mello/Near Rating: PG-13
Near is an echo of L's memory. It's in the slouch of his spine, the messy fall of hair over his eyes, the carefully neutral tone of his voice. Near is L's successor in almost every way.
But Near's kisses aren't L's kisses. There's not a trace of L in the pleading whimpers and quiet, breathy sighs. L would never be so passionate, so needy, so desperate for touch and warmth.
And that's when Mello has the upper hand, even if it's just for a few minutes. That's when Mello can smile against Near's mouth and think to himself, "I win." | |
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Title: What to Expect When Reno's Expecting Author: nishi_shinji and ships_harryUniverse: Final Fantasy Characters: Rufus/Reno, Rude, Elena Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine. Summary: Rude has always suspected his partner is completely insane. This theory is finally proven correct one morning when he walks into the office and finds Reno perched atop his desk with a box of laxatives in one hand and a pamphlet about unwanted pregnancies in the other. Author's Notes: This is pure, unadulterated crack, and it's all ships_harry's fault. And don't worry, this story is free of ass-babies. Mostly. ( Read more... ) | |
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This one's 200 words to make up for the fact that I didn't post yesterday.
Title: Lesson Characters: Soubi/Ritsuka Rating: PG-13
"It's slimy." Ritsuka wrinkled his nose and stared down at his hands.
Soubi chuckled and wrapped his fingers around Ritsuka's wrist. "You'll get used to it, I promise. Now watch, move your hands up and down like this, just your palms for now."
"I don't think I'm doing it right," Ritsuka replied as he tried to relax his arm and follow Soubi's lead. "Is it supposed to look like that?"
"It's fine," Soubi assured him quietly. "Just play with it for a little while until-- no, now curl your fingers more, like this."
"Oh," Ritsuka breathed, watching Soubi's hand guide his over the slick surface.
"That's it," Soubi murmured. "You're so good at this."
"Am not," Ritsuka replied, but his cheeks and the tips of his ears were burning in response to the praise.
"I like watching you do this," Soubi whispered softly. "You're so cute, even when you're all dirty."
Ritsuka twitched when he felt warm lips on the side of his neck and watched with dismay as the clay that had just started to take shape on the potter's wheel crumpled under his hands. "Told you I'm no good."
"It's okay." Soubi smiled and wiped at a light grey smear on Ritsuka's cheek. "We'll just keep practicing."
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Title: Changes Characters: Soubi/Ritsuka Rating: PG-13
They'd kissed before, but never like this.
Ritsuka—his reserved, prickly Ritsuka—was shivering against his mouth, curled up tight on his lap, knees pressing ribs and hands clutching shoulders. They'd kissed before because Soubi needed, but they kissed now because Ritsuka wanted, gasped and mewled and pleaded with the slow rocking of his hips.
"Ritsuka," Soubi prayed. What he meant to say, or ask for, he didn't know, because maybe he'd hurt them both or maybe he'd just suffocate under the weight of his longing.
Until Rituska's eyelashes fluttered, and his head bowed, and he whispered, "Take them, Soubi." | |
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