CHRISTMAS DRABBLES
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For
roaring Axel/Kamal interaction (A Pirate's Life For Me); wrap – Darkness shall take you, Rating: G
While Demyx is talking to the crew, Axel stalks up to Kamal. The dark snake is neatly wrapped in tight ropes, as he's a dangerous foe. This doesn't stop his glares, but Axel can laugh into his face now – with the Light Crystal's power gone, he's the Flurry of Dancing Flames again.
"How are you feeling, bastard?" the redhead asks casually and Kamal snarls in response. Axel shakes his head with an amused smile.
"Y'know," he says, as he pulls his chakram out of thin air "I intend to punish you for what you did to Demyx."
"Finishing me like this?" Kamal taunts. "I'm bound and I can't fight back".
"Not for long." The chakram swipes at the ropes and they fell down. Kamal blinks once then he looks into Axel's eyes attentively, like a snake.
"Sebastian said you belong to Hell," the redhead recalls and takes the pirate by the hand. "So I'll send you there." In the next moment, a dark portal opens, and Axel, with a maniac grin, shoves Kamal into the darkness. The pirate's eyes go wide, his mouth opens to a scream as the dark tendrils wrap around him, pulling him into the realm where Heartless roam and attack any lost traveler, but in the next moment, he's gone.
"Have a pleasant vacation," Axel grins and rearranges his hat before walking back to the sailors.
***
Axel on Pride Lands, remember – Linger, Rating: G
Antelopes stop at the water to drink, while the zebras are already done. Lions observe their future pray from the shadows like usually, but everything is silent now.
But not for long.
Suddenly, the peace is shattered by a high-pitched shriek and as if from the thin air, black creatures appear and attack instantly. The animals panic, even the lions and the chaos is immense.
From the hilltop, a green-eyed feline watches the scene; his flame-red mane sways in the light breeze. Perfect. Everything is going according to plan.
He turns his back to the massacre, and begins to run slowly, in a lazy pace. There is something oddly familiar in the air here – the wind in his mane, the open savanna, the beautiful, burning sunsets, the freedom, something is so, so very familiar... Memories stir inside him, they seem so close, he could reach out and touch them-
But he shakes his head to clear it instead. He has no memories but maybe... it's better like that. He's fine without them. It hurts less.
Axel throws a glance back over his shoulder, then opens the portal and leaps through it, his body changing, leaving behind everything from the Pride Lands.
***
For
almost_eatable Xigbar/Axel (untiled AU RP); 'Here it's December every day' – You can't always get what you want, Rating: G
Captain Xigbar doesn't feel particularly well today. It might be the awful weather – cold rain since the morning – or the fact that he's getting older, or something else... Sometimes, he just likes to feel sorry for himself and grumble all day.
Even when Axel is in the training room, practicing his spellcraft. The young prince is getting better, he's becoming a real warrior, a true king worthy of the kingdom's throne. His movements are fluid, graceful, and his spells come easily. Xigbar feels proud – he was the one who chiseled this rough diamond into a precious gemstone.
Prince Axel stops and stretches. "Enough for today, I assume. I ache all over. A good bath and some tender care will help," he snickers. "Demyx and Roxas will take care of me. I sure hope this rain ends and the good weather returns, it's July, for the gods' sake-"
Xigbar nods, says farewell and as Axel leaves, the captain goes to take a hot bath, too. But no matter what, he feels cold, always so cold, always yearning for the warmth of the fire...
But he's caught up in reality's December.
***
For
a_chris Yohji/Omi; 'Az ember azon a napon veszíti el az ifjúságát, amikor cinikussá válik' – Ne nyavalyogj, G/PG
Vége volt a napnak; Ken lehúzta a rolót, és kimerülten végignyúlt az ágyon, Aya enyhe bosszúságára. Omi a nappaliban gubbasztott a kanapén, és valami szerelmes komédiát bámult. Yohji mellette lazult kényelmesen elnyúlva, az újsággal a kezében.
A srác csinos arcán egyre mélyült a leplezetlen undor kifejezése, míg végül nem bírta tovább és kikapcsolta a tévét, az ölébe vett egy párnát, és összegömbölyödött, mint egy macska. Yohji felpillantott a sajtóból.
- Mi a hézag, Omi?
A fiú bánatosan pislogott. – Utálom az életem.
Yohji felvont egy szemöldököt. – Eddig nem panaszkodtál...
Omi olyasféle hangot hallatott, mint a panaszos macskanyávogás. – Deee, utálok bérgyilkos lenni, utálok egyedül lenni, annyira szeretnék normális kölyök lenni, egy barátnővel, vagy mittudom én- de ha összejönnék valakivel, azt úgyis percek alatt eltakarítaná a Schwarz...! – Még kisebbre húzta össze magát. – Hülye vagyok, tudom, de annyira... annyira szeretném, hogy valaki néha megöleljen, mér' olyan nagy kérés ez...?
- Fog kerülni neked is valaki, sose aggódj, – próbált meggyőző lenni az idősebb Weiss, de Omi leintette.
- Ja, persze. Aztán mehetek a hullaházba azonosítani. Hiába minden, agglegényként fogok meghalni, és valószínűleg szűzen is. Jobb is, ha távol tartom magam a lányoktól. Majd utánozni fogom Ayát, ahogy rámered arra, akit le akar koptatni, az a nézés tuti siker-
Yohji eddig bírta cérnával. Odahajolt a szöszke sráchoz, és szájon csókolta. A hatalmas kék szemek, ha lehet, még nagyobbra nyíltak egy kicsit, aztán Omi visszacsókolt, éhesen, kétségbeesetten.
- Ne nyavalyogj már, – suttogta Balinese, amikor az ajkaik elváltak. – Ha még egyszer meghallom ezt a cinikus dumát, felkötöm magam a zongorahúrjaimra. Úgy beszéltél, mint valami kiégett vén csont. Itt vagyok én neked, ha megfelel az ölelésem.
Omi szipogott egy kicsit, de mosolygott, és Yohji karjaiba vetette magát. – Persze hogy megfelel! – És bújt lelkesen.
Yohji szorosan magához ölelte a karcsú testet, és elégedetten morgott.
***
For
kalibur Squall, Linkin Park: My December – Second chance, Rating: G
Nowadays, he woke up, washed his face and got stuck in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. Did it have have any importance, did it make any sense to dress and take the trusty old gunblade, slice up monsters while targeting some goddamn destination? Did he want to become some hero, saving people?
And every day, he reminded himself that indeed, it made sense, and he wanted to be a hero. He had friends now, silly, flirty, too-strict and beautiful friends whom he wanted to protect, wanted to make smile. They had faith in him, no matter what ridiculous reasons they had to base this upon but they trusted him.
And Squall swore to be good enough. Better at least. Better than he was back then, when his beloved big sister was taken from him. That was then and this was now and Squall refused to be powerless again. The gunblade's familiar weight in his hand was the final amen in the prayer and with his head held high, he stepped into the new day's light.
***
Leon, Sephiroth, ami belefér – Lélektani Hadviselés, G
Cloud végighempergett az utca kemény macskakövén, és nem nagyon akart mocorogni, amikor végre megállt. Sephiroth, halvány arcán leheletnyi, de annál kegyetlenebb mosollyal sétált közelebb.
- Látod, kicsi Cloud. A végzeted elől nem menekülhetsz. A te sorsod a sötétség, és ideje, hogy eggyé válj vele.
- Pofa be, - hörögte Cloud, de az ujjai erőtlenül kaparásztak a Buster markolatán. Sephiroth hajába belekapott az enyhe szellő, ahogy felemelte a Masamunét.
Csakhogy a szépmívű fegyver tökéletes csapásának ívét megakasztotta egy másik penge. Kevésbé volt kecses, de a végét egy barna hajú, sebhelyes suhanc markolta.
- Hagyd békén a srácot, - közölte a tejfelesszájú. – Kotródj innen.
Sephiroth enyhén félrebillentette a fejét. – Gyermek, ez a harc nem a tied. Ne avatkozz a párviadalomba, és akkor megkegyelmezek az arcátlanságodért.
Tán még folytatta volna, de Leon – ahogy Kopárfok lakói ismerték – közbevágott. – Sok a duma, öreg. – Ő is félrehajtotta a fejét. – Tollas a hátad.
Cloud felvinnyogott a macskakövön, és kesztyűs keze végre összezárult a markolaton. Vigyorgott, mint a vadalma, ahogy feltápászkodott, és elégedetten szemlélte hamuszürke arcú, vérig sértetten levegő után kapkodó nemezisét.
- Ezért jövök egy sörrel, - biccentett oda Leonnak, és támadott.
***
For
kira_k ack (or other fave char); 'no one but you' – Proving wrong, G (with Reno, Turks, Rufus)
Not many came to help to dig through the ruins. It was understandable. Even Reeve was out somewhere else, trying to organize the chaos. They didn't complain.
They took the shovels and after their hands started to bleed, Elena fetched some gloves, too, and forced Tseng to sit down and take a few breaths. Rude's sunglasses got covered with dust, so he tucked them into his pocket. Reno happened across them some half an hour later, they lay in pieces among the debris.
The redhead Turk had a fave band, and they had a song, some sentimental farewell to a fallen comrade, it said 'only the good die young'. It sorta fitted the situation. The brat was way too young... Cetras damn his stupid, stubborn, self-assured head! Reno had to swallow to force the lump down on his throat. Rufus, you fucker.
Still, they had to dig him out. Bastard or not, he was a brilliant kid and they loved him.
Reno poked a piece of concrete with the shovel. It didn't move. The Turk growled and poked harder. The boulder still refused to bulge. In his frustrated, sad anger, Reno shouted a few profanities, and grabbed the stubborn piece of concrete, pulling with all his might – he could claim and time that the tears on his face came from the pain cutting into his fingers.
The boulder finally rolled away, dust trail in tow. Underneath it, crimson-soaked white garments became visible. Reno bit into his lower lip and slowly, he laid his hand on the body.
His screaming effectively gathered all the Turks and the bloodied and torn but still breathing Rufus was freed in minutes.
Grasping Rude's comforting arm, Reno wondered with a triumphant grin that actually yeah, the good might die young but Rufus was one badass son of a bitch.
***
For
skull_bearer Raistlin/Dalamar; tomorrow – Ritual, Rating: PG
Dalamar was drowning. That heat, like hellfire against his skin and throbbing around him, that scent, like dieing roses, filling his nose, that taste, oddly sweet laced with copper, everything he felt was too much, too intense, it overloaded all his senses. The sight of that delicate face twisting in pleasure, the flawless texture of golden skin stretching over sharply drawn bones – Dalamar moaned helplessly and his back arched with his release.
It took a while to regain full consciousness. His shalafi was patient, studying the dark elf's face calmly. Of course, the activity never tired him quite on the contrary – 'Damn leech', Dalamat thought sometimes.
Raistlin rose elegantly as his apprentice withdrew and let him help with the soft, warm black robe before he headed toward the bathchamber.
"Go and rest well, Dalamar," he said, voice like silk and darkness, "Tomorrow I'll have a busy day, I'll be expecting you at the moonrise."
Dalamar bowed obediently.
***
For
firebomb Demyx, Namine; rain – Remember him, Rating: G
Namine was standing in the window of the mansion again – outside, in the digital reality of Twilight Town, it rained, according to DiZ's whim. The fragrance of soaked earth was nice, and Namine closed her eyes, letting her senses be deceived. The soft drumming of the raindrops and the scent always reminded her of somebody.
"It's a nice picture," a low voice came from behind.
"Thank you," Namine replied without turning. "I always draw him when it rains. He loves it much."
"Without a heart? Riku inquired gently. "He's a Nobody, nothing more. He doesn't have real feelings."
"He always protests when he's being told that," Namine shook her head. "He's different from the rest, he's lively and he can play music. He often played for me."
Riku took in the graphite features – high cheekbones, ridiculous hair, soft eyes, long lashes... "What is he called?"
"His name is Demyx," he girl replied and softly, barely audibly she added "and he loved me."
***
For
lena_108 Lexaeus/Demyx; red – Preference, Rating: PG/PG-13
Demyx was a water element. He loved the cool sea, his slender sitar, and the color blue – blue walls in his room, blue clothes when he could take off the Organization coat.
He loved other things as well – for example the touch of Lexaeus' strong hands, as they roamed up and down on his sweaty back. The silent man's lips, as they placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on his paler skin, and Five's voice, low and rumbling, but always honest, speaking about pleasure, when Demyx's slender body accepted his needy flesh.
The Nocturne loved to grip the red velvet clad broad shoulders tight, loved to sink his fingers into short red hair, and loved even the red pain as Lexaeus slowly eased himself into his body – he was big, so big, gods! – because pleasure always followed.
As they say, opposites attract.
***
For
sabbato Pari Demyx (Across the Sky), 'Mmmm what d'ya say, mmmm that's all for the best? Of course it is...' – Judgement, Rating: G
His side still hurt from the fall, when the elders threw him out, like trash. They told him he was a whore, filthy and despicable, unworthy to even stay in the shrine, let alone be the young head priest any longer. They said he defiled Agwe's religion by forfeiting his untouched body to somebody.
Demyx kicked off his sandals and kneeled down on the riverbank. Clasping his hands, he looked up and closed his eyes.
"Mighty Agwe, you know the depths of my heart well. It is true that I'm not a virgin anymore, but a just god as you surely sees that I gave myself to my lover because I love him with honest affection. Still, if you think my faith in you is not strong enough, that my love for him makes me unable to worship you properly, then please, take my life for I'm not worthy of your trust anymore. After experiencing your blessings then betraying you, no punishment would be fit for me but death and eternal suffering in Jenova's stormy realm."
The young Pari rose from the ground, and stepped into the water. He was ready to face death, if that one night spent in the Western Wind's god Loz's arms was rewarded as such. Soon, the waves were lapping at his chest, then chin and finally, the river closed above his head.
When he was washed ashore and not even his breathing became harsher, Demyx was smiling brightly.
***
For
dynus Ken/Omi, 'You run around, I run around, and all we do is run around' – Tip-toe Waltz, Rating: G
"GOAL!"
Ken laughed, hugged a couple of the kids close then trotted to the side, to have a drink. The summer afternoon was warm and bright, and Omi was waiting with cool water.
"Thanks," Ken smiled at Bombay and took a deep gulp from the flask. Omi smiled back, enthusiastically. "You're really awesome today, Ken! You guys will win!"
Siberian gave thumbs up and ran back. Omi's gaze fell on the water bottle and he absent-mindedly lifted it to his lips. The water tasted sweeter than usual.
Later, after the glorious victory, they went to have some ice cream. Ken eyed Omi's Spanish Cherry with interest. "Is that a real cherry...?"
"Want to have it?" Omi offered sweetly and his eyes widened a little as Ken nibbled the fruit off the cone.
Once home, the kid went to his room, and almost instantly, Yohji appeared with a scowl. "Just how long are you going to run around in circles, huh?" he demanded. The soccer player blinked.
"Don't give me that innocent face! You're after Omi, and believe me pal, he's after you, take the goddamn final step already and be at peace! It even does wrong for business on the long run."
"You're right," Ken mumbled, lowering his head, and it knocked against Balinese's chest as the older one hugged him lightly. "One of us has to stop running from the other."
More to cum, most likely. XDDD Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yuletide or whatever... Love you all. <3
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While Demyx is talking to the crew, Axel stalks up to Kamal. The dark snake is neatly wrapped in tight ropes, as he's a dangerous foe. This doesn't stop his glares, but Axel can laugh into his face now – with the Light Crystal's power gone, he's the Flurry of Dancing Flames again.
"How are you feeling, bastard?" the redhead asks casually and Kamal snarls in response. Axel shakes his head with an amused smile.
"Y'know," he says, as he pulls his chakram out of thin air "I intend to punish you for what you did to Demyx."
"Finishing me like this?" Kamal taunts. "I'm bound and I can't fight back".
"Not for long." The chakram swipes at the ropes and they fell down. Kamal blinks once then he looks into Axel's eyes attentively, like a snake.
"Sebastian said you belong to Hell," the redhead recalls and takes the pirate by the hand. "So I'll send you there." In the next moment, a dark portal opens, and Axel, with a maniac grin, shoves Kamal into the darkness. The pirate's eyes go wide, his mouth opens to a scream as the dark tendrils wrap around him, pulling him into the realm where Heartless roam and attack any lost traveler, but in the next moment, he's gone.
"Have a pleasant vacation," Axel grins and rearranges his hat before walking back to the sailors.
***
Axel on Pride Lands, remember – Linger, Rating: G
Antelopes stop at the water to drink, while the zebras are already done. Lions observe their future pray from the shadows like usually, but everything is silent now.
But not for long.
Suddenly, the peace is shattered by a high-pitched shriek and as if from the thin air, black creatures appear and attack instantly. The animals panic, even the lions and the chaos is immense.
From the hilltop, a green-eyed feline watches the scene; his flame-red mane sways in the light breeze. Perfect. Everything is going according to plan.
He turns his back to the massacre, and begins to run slowly, in a lazy pace. There is something oddly familiar in the air here – the wind in his mane, the open savanna, the beautiful, burning sunsets, the freedom, something is so, so very familiar... Memories stir inside him, they seem so close, he could reach out and touch them-
But he shakes his head to clear it instead. He has no memories but maybe... it's better like that. He's fine without them. It hurts less.
Axel throws a glance back over his shoulder, then opens the portal and leaps through it, his body changing, leaving behind everything from the Pride Lands.
***
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Captain Xigbar doesn't feel particularly well today. It might be the awful weather – cold rain since the morning – or the fact that he's getting older, or something else... Sometimes, he just likes to feel sorry for himself and grumble all day.
Even when Axel is in the training room, practicing his spellcraft. The young prince is getting better, he's becoming a real warrior, a true king worthy of the kingdom's throne. His movements are fluid, graceful, and his spells come easily. Xigbar feels proud – he was the one who chiseled this rough diamond into a precious gemstone.
Prince Axel stops and stretches. "Enough for today, I assume. I ache all over. A good bath and some tender care will help," he snickers. "Demyx and Roxas will take care of me. I sure hope this rain ends and the good weather returns, it's July, for the gods' sake-"
Xigbar nods, says farewell and as Axel leaves, the captain goes to take a hot bath, too. But no matter what, he feels cold, always so cold, always yearning for the warmth of the fire...
But he's caught up in reality's December.
***
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Vége volt a napnak; Ken lehúzta a rolót, és kimerülten végignyúlt az ágyon, Aya enyhe bosszúságára. Omi a nappaliban gubbasztott a kanapén, és valami szerelmes komédiát bámult. Yohji mellette lazult kényelmesen elnyúlva, az újsággal a kezében.
A srác csinos arcán egyre mélyült a leplezetlen undor kifejezése, míg végül nem bírta tovább és kikapcsolta a tévét, az ölébe vett egy párnát, és összegömbölyödött, mint egy macska. Yohji felpillantott a sajtóból.
- Mi a hézag, Omi?
A fiú bánatosan pislogott. – Utálom az életem.
Yohji felvont egy szemöldököt. – Eddig nem panaszkodtál...
Omi olyasféle hangot hallatott, mint a panaszos macskanyávogás. – Deee, utálok bérgyilkos lenni, utálok egyedül lenni, annyira szeretnék normális kölyök lenni, egy barátnővel, vagy mittudom én- de ha összejönnék valakivel, azt úgyis percek alatt eltakarítaná a Schwarz...! – Még kisebbre húzta össze magát. – Hülye vagyok, tudom, de annyira... annyira szeretném, hogy valaki néha megöleljen, mér' olyan nagy kérés ez...?
- Fog kerülni neked is valaki, sose aggódj, – próbált meggyőző lenni az idősebb Weiss, de Omi leintette.
- Ja, persze. Aztán mehetek a hullaházba azonosítani. Hiába minden, agglegényként fogok meghalni, és valószínűleg szűzen is. Jobb is, ha távol tartom magam a lányoktól. Majd utánozni fogom Ayát, ahogy rámered arra, akit le akar koptatni, az a nézés tuti siker-
Yohji eddig bírta cérnával. Odahajolt a szöszke sráchoz, és szájon csókolta. A hatalmas kék szemek, ha lehet, még nagyobbra nyíltak egy kicsit, aztán Omi visszacsókolt, éhesen, kétségbeesetten.
- Ne nyavalyogj már, – suttogta Balinese, amikor az ajkaik elváltak. – Ha még egyszer meghallom ezt a cinikus dumát, felkötöm magam a zongorahúrjaimra. Úgy beszéltél, mint valami kiégett vén csont. Itt vagyok én neked, ha megfelel az ölelésem.
Omi szipogott egy kicsit, de mosolygott, és Yohji karjaiba vetette magát. – Persze hogy megfelel! – És bújt lelkesen.
Yohji szorosan magához ölelte a karcsú testet, és elégedetten morgott.
***
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Nowadays, he woke up, washed his face and got stuck in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. Did it have have any importance, did it make any sense to dress and take the trusty old gunblade, slice up monsters while targeting some goddamn destination? Did he want to become some hero, saving people?
And every day, he reminded himself that indeed, it made sense, and he wanted to be a hero. He had friends now, silly, flirty, too-strict and beautiful friends whom he wanted to protect, wanted to make smile. They had faith in him, no matter what ridiculous reasons they had to base this upon but they trusted him.
And Squall swore to be good enough. Better at least. Better than he was back then, when his beloved big sister was taken from him. That was then and this was now and Squall refused to be powerless again. The gunblade's familiar weight in his hand was the final amen in the prayer and with his head held high, he stepped into the new day's light.
***
Leon, Sephiroth, ami belefér – Lélektani Hadviselés, G
Cloud végighempergett az utca kemény macskakövén, és nem nagyon akart mocorogni, amikor végre megállt. Sephiroth, halvány arcán leheletnyi, de annál kegyetlenebb mosollyal sétált közelebb.
- Látod, kicsi Cloud. A végzeted elől nem menekülhetsz. A te sorsod a sötétség, és ideje, hogy eggyé válj vele.
- Pofa be, - hörögte Cloud, de az ujjai erőtlenül kaparásztak a Buster markolatán. Sephiroth hajába belekapott az enyhe szellő, ahogy felemelte a Masamunét.
Csakhogy a szépmívű fegyver tökéletes csapásának ívét megakasztotta egy másik penge. Kevésbé volt kecses, de a végét egy barna hajú, sebhelyes suhanc markolta.
- Hagyd békén a srácot, - közölte a tejfelesszájú. – Kotródj innen.
Sephiroth enyhén félrebillentette a fejét. – Gyermek, ez a harc nem a tied. Ne avatkozz a párviadalomba, és akkor megkegyelmezek az arcátlanságodért.
Tán még folytatta volna, de Leon – ahogy Kopárfok lakói ismerték – közbevágott. – Sok a duma, öreg. – Ő is félrehajtotta a fejét. – Tollas a hátad.
Cloud felvinnyogott a macskakövön, és kesztyűs keze végre összezárult a markolaton. Vigyorgott, mint a vadalma, ahogy feltápászkodott, és elégedetten szemlélte hamuszürke arcú, vérig sértetten levegő után kapkodó nemezisét.
- Ezért jövök egy sörrel, - biccentett oda Leonnak, és támadott.
***
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Not many came to help to dig through the ruins. It was understandable. Even Reeve was out somewhere else, trying to organize the chaos. They didn't complain.
They took the shovels and after their hands started to bleed, Elena fetched some gloves, too, and forced Tseng to sit down and take a few breaths. Rude's sunglasses got covered with dust, so he tucked them into his pocket. Reno happened across them some half an hour later, they lay in pieces among the debris.
The redhead Turk had a fave band, and they had a song, some sentimental farewell to a fallen comrade, it said 'only the good die young'. It sorta fitted the situation. The brat was way too young... Cetras damn his stupid, stubborn, self-assured head! Reno had to swallow to force the lump down on his throat. Rufus, you fucker.
Still, they had to dig him out. Bastard or not, he was a brilliant kid and they loved him.
Reno poked a piece of concrete with the shovel. It didn't move. The Turk growled and poked harder. The boulder still refused to bulge. In his frustrated, sad anger, Reno shouted a few profanities, and grabbed the stubborn piece of concrete, pulling with all his might – he could claim and time that the tears on his face came from the pain cutting into his fingers.
The boulder finally rolled away, dust trail in tow. Underneath it, crimson-soaked white garments became visible. Reno bit into his lower lip and slowly, he laid his hand on the body.
His screaming effectively gathered all the Turks and the bloodied and torn but still breathing Rufus was freed in minutes.
Grasping Rude's comforting arm, Reno wondered with a triumphant grin that actually yeah, the good might die young but Rufus was one badass son of a bitch.
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Dalamar was drowning. That heat, like hellfire against his skin and throbbing around him, that scent, like dieing roses, filling his nose, that taste, oddly sweet laced with copper, everything he felt was too much, too intense, it overloaded all his senses. The sight of that delicate face twisting in pleasure, the flawless texture of golden skin stretching over sharply drawn bones – Dalamar moaned helplessly and his back arched with his release.
It took a while to regain full consciousness. His shalafi was patient, studying the dark elf's face calmly. Of course, the activity never tired him quite on the contrary – 'Damn leech', Dalamat thought sometimes.
Raistlin rose elegantly as his apprentice withdrew and let him help with the soft, warm black robe before he headed toward the bathchamber.
"Go and rest well, Dalamar," he said, voice like silk and darkness, "Tomorrow I'll have a busy day, I'll be expecting you at the moonrise."
Dalamar bowed obediently.
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Namine was standing in the window of the mansion again – outside, in the digital reality of Twilight Town, it rained, according to DiZ's whim. The fragrance of soaked earth was nice, and Namine closed her eyes, letting her senses be deceived. The soft drumming of the raindrops and the scent always reminded her of somebody.
"It's a nice picture," a low voice came from behind.
"Thank you," Namine replied without turning. "I always draw him when it rains. He loves it much."
"Without a heart? Riku inquired gently. "He's a Nobody, nothing more. He doesn't have real feelings."
"He always protests when he's being told that," Namine shook her head. "He's different from the rest, he's lively and he can play music. He often played for me."
Riku took in the graphite features – high cheekbones, ridiculous hair, soft eyes, long lashes... "What is he called?"
"His name is Demyx," he girl replied and softly, barely audibly she added "and he loved me."
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Demyx was a water element. He loved the cool sea, his slender sitar, and the color blue – blue walls in his room, blue clothes when he could take off the Organization coat.
He loved other things as well – for example the touch of Lexaeus' strong hands, as they roamed up and down on his sweaty back. The silent man's lips, as they placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on his paler skin, and Five's voice, low and rumbling, but always honest, speaking about pleasure, when Demyx's slender body accepted his needy flesh.
The Nocturne loved to grip the red velvet clad broad shoulders tight, loved to sink his fingers into short red hair, and loved even the red pain as Lexaeus slowly eased himself into his body – he was big, so big, gods! – because pleasure always followed.
As they say, opposites attract.
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His side still hurt from the fall, when the elders threw him out, like trash. They told him he was a whore, filthy and despicable, unworthy to even stay in the shrine, let alone be the young head priest any longer. They said he defiled Agwe's religion by forfeiting his untouched body to somebody.
Demyx kicked off his sandals and kneeled down on the riverbank. Clasping his hands, he looked up and closed his eyes.
"Mighty Agwe, you know the depths of my heart well. It is true that I'm not a virgin anymore, but a just god as you surely sees that I gave myself to my lover because I love him with honest affection. Still, if you think my faith in you is not strong enough, that my love for him makes me unable to worship you properly, then please, take my life for I'm not worthy of your trust anymore. After experiencing your blessings then betraying you, no punishment would be fit for me but death and eternal suffering in Jenova's stormy realm."
The young Pari rose from the ground, and stepped into the water. He was ready to face death, if that one night spent in the Western Wind's god Loz's arms was rewarded as such. Soon, the waves were lapping at his chest, then chin and finally, the river closed above his head.
When he was washed ashore and not even his breathing became harsher, Demyx was smiling brightly.
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"GOAL!"
Ken laughed, hugged a couple of the kids close then trotted to the side, to have a drink. The summer afternoon was warm and bright, and Omi was waiting with cool water.
"Thanks," Ken smiled at Bombay and took a deep gulp from the flask. Omi smiled back, enthusiastically. "You're really awesome today, Ken! You guys will win!"
Siberian gave thumbs up and ran back. Omi's gaze fell on the water bottle and he absent-mindedly lifted it to his lips. The water tasted sweeter than usual.
Later, after the glorious victory, they went to have some ice cream. Ken eyed Omi's Spanish Cherry with interest. "Is that a real cherry...?"
"Want to have it?" Omi offered sweetly and his eyes widened a little as Ken nibbled the fruit off the cone.
Once home, the kid went to his room, and almost instantly, Yohji appeared with a scowl. "Just how long are you going to run around in circles, huh?" he demanded. The soccer player blinked.
"Don't give me that innocent face! You're after Omi, and believe me pal, he's after you, take the goddamn final step already and be at peace! It even does wrong for business on the long run."
"You're right," Ken mumbled, lowering his head, and it knocked against Balinese's chest as the older one hugged him lightly. "One of us has to stop running from the other."
More to cum, most likely. XDDD Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yuletide or whatever... Love you all. <3
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