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sylph_fics) wrote2006-11-04 07:38 pm
sylph_fics) wrote2006-11-04 07:38 pm
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thank you, guys... *hugs her flist*
I think this is what happens when LJ makes me upset and I have a list of prompts.
Two Moons Wild
Five long years. Five endless years he'd trained, pushing until his body gave out and repeating, and he'd never won. Never surpassed that damned second-class brain-damaged baka... never until now.
They'd been called to a world with twin moons, moons that stirred wildness in Saiyajin blood, stripped the clumsy human façade from Kakarott's mind and actions, leaving him lost in instincts he had no control over...
..and that Vegeta had too much experience with. Not the way he might have preferred to finally best Kakarott, but with him helpless in his hands, lost in this wild passion... it would do.
Secret Places
They clawed at each other's clothing, pushing the armor away to reach bare skin in a hard, fast rush. Two sets of callused, scarred hands worked in antagonistic concert, bodies twisting as they both struggled for the upper hand--but one was faster, trickier, and pinned the other under him, growling harshly in soft triumph.
His hand slid out for the bottle casually thrown onto the bed, taking that much care with his partner but no more... and no less. He slid into the pinned blond's body with an ease and gentleness completely at odds to their earlier battling--and his partner moaned, rocking back against him, asking for more...
And in this hidden place, away from the world... Ollie could have anything he wanted.
Triple chocolate brownie icecream
Duo wandered into the kitchen of Quatre's mountain cabin--when the blond made up his mind they were getting together, it was best just to come before he sent his Manguanacs after you--and found Trowa digging around in the freezer. "Hey, Tro, whatcha up to?"
He grinned wickedly as Tro jumped. It wasn't often that he managed to sneak up on the quiet one--he had ears like one of his lions--even now that they weren't fighting anymore. "Duo! I didn't know you'd made it!"
"Yeah, I just got here. What're you after?" Yes, he was impossibly nosy. So?
"Ice cream, I know Quatre's got a box of triple fudge brownie in here somewhere and I want chocolate." Tro's head disappeared into the fridge again, doubled over at the waist.
That was a hell of a sight, and it took a few moments to knock his brain back into gear. Then he blinked, tilting his head. Ice cream he'd had because Hilde insisted he try it, shocked that he never had--and it still made him nauseous if he ate too much of it--but he didn't have a clue what Trowa was chattering about. The varieties of ice cream on L2 were just a bit limited. "Somebody stuck brownies in ice cream?" Yet another thing he hadn't had very often, but oh, he liked them.
Trowa straightened up, turning slowly, blinking at him from that one green eye. "Sit down, Duo. I'll find this, and you need to try it."
"Uh, okay...." He hopped up onto a barstool. Tro sounded like he might just chase him down if he didn't listen, and fun as that might be, he wasn't in the mood to work that hard.
"Ah-Ha. Trying to hide it from me," Trowa muttered, pulling the box free and moving to the cabinet, pulling down two bowls. A moment's fishing in a drawer turned up the ice cream scoop and spoons. He opened the carton and dug into it with one of the spoons, then handed the spoon over. "Here, try."
Duo eyed the dark mass, then brought it to his lips, sucking--and he gasped around the spoon at the hit of coldsweetsweetchocolate against his tastebuds... "oh..." around the spoon, then he tugged the entire bite off the spoon with his teeth, sucking at it--and felt the texture of a bite of brownie against his tongue, different sweet-dark-nut taste and texture that blended so well... He knew he had to look completely silly, but it was just so good...
"Yeah, that was my reaction," Trowa agreed softly, and he looked up at his friend, swallowing, "Man, that's good! I could get used to that!"
Trowa chuckled, "Quatre can't hardly keep it in the house as it is."
"So?" He waved his spoon at the cartoon, "That's great!"
Trowa shook his head and pushed a bowlful his way, "I know."
Duo settled in to savor his treat, and once Tro had put the box away, he dropped onto the stool next to him to eat his own, silence dropping around them.
Shhhh....
Roy laid his fingers over Dick's mouth as he sucked at his throat and pressed him back against the wall--and Dick shuddered, sucking at them to keep quiet. //God, this is insane, Roy, we're gonna get caught...// but then again, that was half the thrill, knowing that chance was there, that their mentors might hear them--they both loved living dangerously--as their lives made obvious, no-one without a yen for danger ran the rooftop highways. As Roy slid down his body, he tipped his head back, biting his lip...
Being quiet had never, ever, been so much work.
Observations
Heero leaned against the wall, watching Trowa's long, lean body cut through the still water. He knew how to swim, of course, J had ensured that... but he wasn't good at it--unlike Heavyarms's pilot. Trowa made his speed through the water look as graceful as flight through the air...
He shook off the oddly poetic thought, settling back into waiting. He had a few questions about a case, but they weren't important enough to disturb Trowa's routine--and besides, this gave him the opprotunity to watch him without his knowledge, which was a rare accomplishment with the former mercenary.
Two Moons Wild
Five long years. Five endless years he'd trained, pushing until his body gave out and repeating, and he'd never won. Never surpassed that damned second-class brain-damaged baka... never until now.
They'd been called to a world with twin moons, moons that stirred wildness in Saiyajin blood, stripped the clumsy human façade from Kakarott's mind and actions, leaving him lost in instincts he had no control over...
..and that Vegeta had too much experience with. Not the way he might have preferred to finally best Kakarott, but with him helpless in his hands, lost in this wild passion... it would do.
Secret Places
They clawed at each other's clothing, pushing the armor away to reach bare skin in a hard, fast rush. Two sets of callused, scarred hands worked in antagonistic concert, bodies twisting as they both struggled for the upper hand--but one was faster, trickier, and pinned the other under him, growling harshly in soft triumph.
His hand slid out for the bottle casually thrown onto the bed, taking that much care with his partner but no more... and no less. He slid into the pinned blond's body with an ease and gentleness completely at odds to their earlier battling--and his partner moaned, rocking back against him, asking for more...
And in this hidden place, away from the world... Ollie could have anything he wanted.
Triple chocolate brownie icecream
Duo wandered into the kitchen of Quatre's mountain cabin--when the blond made up his mind they were getting together, it was best just to come before he sent his Manguanacs after you--and found Trowa digging around in the freezer. "Hey, Tro, whatcha up to?"
He grinned wickedly as Tro jumped. It wasn't often that he managed to sneak up on the quiet one--he had ears like one of his lions--even now that they weren't fighting anymore. "Duo! I didn't know you'd made it!"
"Yeah, I just got here. What're you after?" Yes, he was impossibly nosy. So?
"Ice cream, I know Quatre's got a box of triple fudge brownie in here somewhere and I want chocolate." Tro's head disappeared into the fridge again, doubled over at the waist.
That was a hell of a sight, and it took a few moments to knock his brain back into gear. Then he blinked, tilting his head. Ice cream he'd had because Hilde insisted he try it, shocked that he never had--and it still made him nauseous if he ate too much of it--but he didn't have a clue what Trowa was chattering about. The varieties of ice cream on L2 were just a bit limited. "Somebody stuck brownies in ice cream?" Yet another thing he hadn't had very often, but oh, he liked them.
Trowa straightened up, turning slowly, blinking at him from that one green eye. "Sit down, Duo. I'll find this, and you need to try it."
"Uh, okay...." He hopped up onto a barstool. Tro sounded like he might just chase him down if he didn't listen, and fun as that might be, he wasn't in the mood to work that hard.
"Ah-Ha. Trying to hide it from me," Trowa muttered, pulling the box free and moving to the cabinet, pulling down two bowls. A moment's fishing in a drawer turned up the ice cream scoop and spoons. He opened the carton and dug into it with one of the spoons, then handed the spoon over. "Here, try."
Duo eyed the dark mass, then brought it to his lips, sucking--and he gasped around the spoon at the hit of coldsweetsweetchocolate against his tastebuds... "oh..." around the spoon, then he tugged the entire bite off the spoon with his teeth, sucking at it--and felt the texture of a bite of brownie against his tongue, different sweet-dark-nut taste and texture that blended so well... He knew he had to look completely silly, but it was just so good...
"Yeah, that was my reaction," Trowa agreed softly, and he looked up at his friend, swallowing, "Man, that's good! I could get used to that!"
Trowa chuckled, "Quatre can't hardly keep it in the house as it is."
"So?" He waved his spoon at the cartoon, "That's great!"
Trowa shook his head and pushed a bowlful his way, "I know."
Duo settled in to savor his treat, and once Tro had put the box away, he dropped onto the stool next to him to eat his own, silence dropping around them.
Shhhh....
Roy laid his fingers over Dick's mouth as he sucked at his throat and pressed him back against the wall--and Dick shuddered, sucking at them to keep quiet. //God, this is insane, Roy, we're gonna get caught...// but then again, that was half the thrill, knowing that chance was there, that their mentors might hear them--they both loved living dangerously--as their lives made obvious, no-one without a yen for danger ran the rooftop highways. As Roy slid down his body, he tipped his head back, biting his lip...
Being quiet had never, ever, been so much work.
Observations
Heero leaned against the wall, watching Trowa's long, lean body cut through the still water. He knew how to swim, of course, J had ensured that... but he wasn't good at it--unlike Heavyarms's pilot. Trowa made his speed through the water look as graceful as flight through the air...
He shook off the oddly poetic thought, settling back into waiting. He had a few questions about a case, but they weren't important enough to disturb Trowa's routine--and besides, this gave him the opprotunity to watch him without his knowledge, which was a rare accomplishment with the former mercenary.
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The Smut Icon works just fine for me. *G*
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Ollie/Bruce... blame Filly for that. I mean, seriously.
And I love my boys. Lots. Bet you didn't know that, huh?
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The Roy/Dick one? Yum. Just. . .yum. So very much. As Roy slid down his body, he tipped his head back, biting his lip...
Being quiet had never, ever, been so much work.
*positively beams at the happy image that gives.*
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Hot. Hot. HOT!
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Did you like your DBZ one?
Also. If you didn't read Icarus-chained's Vegeta fic you need to go Right Now.
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And how did I not comment on the Vegeta/Goku one? I know that I quoted it in the one post for the meme and yet I somehow forgot to comment here.
*shakes head*
I fail at friending.
I loved it. It was sooo Vegeta in that he'd take victory in whatever form it came to him in. And the image of two out of control saiyans....mmmmm.
Thank you.
And thanks for the rec.
*scurries off to read it*