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Flash Fiction #8
For cptnsuz
Prompt: Tungsten, Love at first sight
Universe: War of the Animum. No warnings. Consider it canon. Not romance. More or less gen.
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Malcolm, Gale, and Ione – voyeur and bath
Universe: Infinity's End, not-canon. Warning for nudity, NSFW
For xcrimsontear89x
Prompt: RavenxSleet, “I Don't Care,” Apocalyptica
Universe: War of the Animum. Really NSFW. Blatant porn, sex between men, kink, some D/s play, bondage
Prompt: Tungsten, Love at first sight
Universe: War of the Animum. No warnings. Consider it canon. Not romance. More or less gen.
He knows, from the moment he lays eyes on her, that they are meant to be. Well, there's also the niggling truth that they were destined for one another by some elder god and the forces of fate, but Tungsten ignores such trivial facts.
They are meant to be.
“Hi, I'm Asclepius!” she says, with a giggle and a bounce. Light dancing in her scarlet eyes and a gleeful radiance about her.
At first, Tungsten admits he is less than impressive. He gapes like a landed fish, flushes from head to toe, and manages to stammer out a reply. “I... I'm Tungsten.”
“Oh, I knew that!” Her hands latch behind her back as she bounces on the balls of her feet, like she can't contain her energy. “Remember?”
Oh, yes, he remembers. Asclepius had been the first deity to let him inscribe her name on his casting rod. She'd been the first to accept him as a fledgling mage.
Never mind few had been impressed. Certainly none of the other apprentices awaiting the assignation of masters at the order had been. They'd been more interested in the dangerous deities, those of fire and water and destruction. The ability to protect was weak to them. Useless.
The burn in his cheeks has yet to fade, instead now spreading to his ears. “Thank you,” he says, because it's only polite, and Mother always told him that politeness is the mark of a civilized man. (Raven-san, for that matter, could use a few lessons in decorum.) “For that, I mean. For giving me your permission.”
Asclepius' lips twitch. “No need to thank me. I like you! Even before the Big Boss told me we had a bond.”
Tungsten flushes again, if that were at all possible, twisting his fingers together nervously. “Will you teach me?” he asks, hoping that he doesn't sound too pathetically desperate.
“You're so adorable!” Asclepius announces, and before Tungsten can blink, she's pitched herself forward and thrown her arms around him, all soft curves and smelling like fresh herbs. “Of course I will!”
Completely speechless, with a faceful of mint-green hair, Tungsten returns the embrace automatically. It's polite, right?
“This is going to be great!” Asclepius says, and honestly, Tungsten can't agree more.
They are meant to be.
“Hi, I'm Asclepius!” she says, with a giggle and a bounce. Light dancing in her scarlet eyes and a gleeful radiance about her.
At first, Tungsten admits he is less than impressive. He gapes like a landed fish, flushes from head to toe, and manages to stammer out a reply. “I... I'm Tungsten.”
“Oh, I knew that!” Her hands latch behind her back as she bounces on the balls of her feet, like she can't contain her energy. “Remember?”
Oh, yes, he remembers. Asclepius had been the first deity to let him inscribe her name on his casting rod. She'd been the first to accept him as a fledgling mage.
Never mind few had been impressed. Certainly none of the other apprentices awaiting the assignation of masters at the order had been. They'd been more interested in the dangerous deities, those of fire and water and destruction. The ability to protect was weak to them. Useless.
The burn in his cheeks has yet to fade, instead now spreading to his ears. “Thank you,” he says, because it's only polite, and Mother always told him that politeness is the mark of a civilized man. (Raven-san, for that matter, could use a few lessons in decorum.) “For that, I mean. For giving me your permission.”
Asclepius' lips twitch. “No need to thank me. I like you! Even before the Big Boss told me we had a bond.”
Tungsten flushes again, if that were at all possible, twisting his fingers together nervously. “Will you teach me?” he asks, hoping that he doesn't sound too pathetically desperate.
“You're so adorable!” Asclepius announces, and before Tungsten can blink, she's pitched herself forward and thrown her arms around him, all soft curves and smelling like fresh herbs. “Of course I will!”
Completely speechless, with a faceful of mint-green hair, Tungsten returns the embrace automatically. It's polite, right?
“This is going to be great!” Asclepius says, and honestly, Tungsten can't agree more.
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Malcolm, Gale, and Ione – voyeur and bath
Universe: Infinity's End, not-canon. Warning for nudity, NSFW
Humming under her breath, a towel slung over her shoulder, Ione reaches up and pulls her hair into a high, messy bun on top of her head, the better to keep it from getting wet. She probably should wash it, too, but it's such a pain to dry and she doesn't want to take the time to bother with it now.
Maybe later.
Grinning, Ione puts an extra clip in her step. She's meeting both her men at the baths, this late at night so as not to be disturbed by any other visitors, and she plans on beating them both to the punch so she can surprise them. Ione licks her lips at the thought and rounds the corner, the door to the hot springs coming into view.
A spring in her step, Ione opens the door and steps inside, quietly closing it behind her. She strips out of her clothes and wraps her towel around her waist in the outer room before approaching the door to the inner room. This door, however, is cracked open, as though someone is bathing inside.
Ione frowns. All that careful planning for naught! She moves to the door, peers through the crack to see if maybe she might be interrupting someone else's plans for some bathtime fun, and that's when her mouth widens into an even bigger grin. Those boys!
Leaning against the wall, Ione pushes the door further open so she can better see, and watches for a minute. Just because she can and it's such a pretty picture, how can she not?
Somehow, Gale and Malcolm have beaten her to the punch. Both of them are in the water, completely nude, and Malcolm has Gale backed against the edge of the spring. There's a lovely blush spreading across the bridge of Gale's nose as Malcolm's arms have him trapped, a sly, teasing curve to Malcolm's lips.
As Ione watches, Malcolm leans forward, closing the distance between them, and nudges into the crook of Gale's neck and shoulder. Ione licks her lips, knowing good and well how talented Malcolm is, how he knows to tease with just his mouth. Gale's got his hands on the edge of the tub and Ione can see his grip tightening, can see the way his chest rises and falls, breath hitching.
It all makes her belly tighten, makes her grow wet between the legs.
She's more than eager to join them. Grinning, Ione steps through the crack in the door and shuts it quietly behind her, still watching as Malcolm's lips trail the sensitive curve of Gale's neck and ear. Gale shivers, and neither of them even notice as she approaches the the edge of the spring.
They finally look once her towel audibly slides to the floor. “Starting without me, boys?”
Maybe later.
Grinning, Ione puts an extra clip in her step. She's meeting both her men at the baths, this late at night so as not to be disturbed by any other visitors, and she plans on beating them both to the punch so she can surprise them. Ione licks her lips at the thought and rounds the corner, the door to the hot springs coming into view.
A spring in her step, Ione opens the door and steps inside, quietly closing it behind her. She strips out of her clothes and wraps her towel around her waist in the outer room before approaching the door to the inner room. This door, however, is cracked open, as though someone is bathing inside.
Ione frowns. All that careful planning for naught! She moves to the door, peers through the crack to see if maybe she might be interrupting someone else's plans for some bathtime fun, and that's when her mouth widens into an even bigger grin. Those boys!
Leaning against the wall, Ione pushes the door further open so she can better see, and watches for a minute. Just because she can and it's such a pretty picture, how can she not?
Somehow, Gale and Malcolm have beaten her to the punch. Both of them are in the water, completely nude, and Malcolm has Gale backed against the edge of the spring. There's a lovely blush spreading across the bridge of Gale's nose as Malcolm's arms have him trapped, a sly, teasing curve to Malcolm's lips.
As Ione watches, Malcolm leans forward, closing the distance between them, and nudges into the crook of Gale's neck and shoulder. Ione licks her lips, knowing good and well how talented Malcolm is, how he knows to tease with just his mouth. Gale's got his hands on the edge of the tub and Ione can see his grip tightening, can see the way his chest rises and falls, breath hitching.
It all makes her belly tighten, makes her grow wet between the legs.
She's more than eager to join them. Grinning, Ione steps through the crack in the door and shuts it quietly behind her, still watching as Malcolm's lips trail the sensitive curve of Gale's neck and ear. Gale shivers, and neither of them even notice as she approaches the the edge of the spring.
They finally look once her towel audibly slides to the floor. “Starting without me, boys?”
For xcrimsontear89x
Prompt: RavenxSleet, “I Don't Care,” Apocalyptica
Universe: War of the Animum. Really NSFW. Blatant porn, sex between men, kink, some D/s play, bondage
“I hate you.”
If the voice that had growled said words weren't so sexy, Sleet might have been offended. But as it is, he knows the reason behind them and he has to say, he's in agreement.
“The feelings mutual,” Sleet tries to snarl, but it comes out more of a high-pitched moan as Raven slams into him, pushing his body upward despite the taut grip on his hips that keep him pinned down.
One hand works it's way around, slapping over Sleet's mouth, silencing him in the moment that it pulls Sleet back, until he is pressed back to chest against Raven. His body is uncomfortably bowed like this, but it's a discomfort that only makes the pleasure inside of him stir higher.
He'd feel ashamed over it if he wasn't so damn aroused.
“Quiet,” Raven hisses, his voice a deep-throated purr against Sleet's vulnerable neck, his breath hot, his teeth a sharp scrape that make Sleet groan in his throat and thrash in Raven's arms.
There's little he can do with his wrists tied behind his back, but Sleet tries anyway. Tries to encourage some kind of touch to his cock while Raven pounds into him, thrusts with enough force that Sleet's body arches upward. He's rough, no affection in his movements, and right now, Sleet craves that.
The slightest hint of affection and he might be reminded of Frost and goddamn it that's the last thing Sleet needs or wants.
Raven wants him quiet so their companions don't hear anything. So they don't realize that contrary to his constant statements of revulsion toward Sleet's existence, Raven actually enjoys fucking Sleet. Bending him backward, pounding into him with little restraint, the sadistic bastard. If Sleet didn't find it so damn pleasurable, he might be offended.
As it is, all he does is moan and submit to the manhandling. To the rough manipulation of his body according to Raven's wants. Oh, Sleet'll come in the end, and it'll most likely be wrung from his own hands, with Raven's single eye watching him darkly. The thought alone makes Sleet shiver, makes a strangled whine emerge from his throat.
Raven shoves into him, cock raking nerves inside Sleet and making him shudder. Making his hips buck and writhe, his body coated in sweat, eyes clenched closed.
Raven is nothing like Frost, and if Sleet ever has reason to pray to a deity, he'd thank them for that mercy.
If the voice that had growled said words weren't so sexy, Sleet might have been offended. But as it is, he knows the reason behind them and he has to say, he's in agreement.
“The feelings mutual,” Sleet tries to snarl, but it comes out more of a high-pitched moan as Raven slams into him, pushing his body upward despite the taut grip on his hips that keep him pinned down.
One hand works it's way around, slapping over Sleet's mouth, silencing him in the moment that it pulls Sleet back, until he is pressed back to chest against Raven. His body is uncomfortably bowed like this, but it's a discomfort that only makes the pleasure inside of him stir higher.
He'd feel ashamed over it if he wasn't so damn aroused.
“Quiet,” Raven hisses, his voice a deep-throated purr against Sleet's vulnerable neck, his breath hot, his teeth a sharp scrape that make Sleet groan in his throat and thrash in Raven's arms.
There's little he can do with his wrists tied behind his back, but Sleet tries anyway. Tries to encourage some kind of touch to his cock while Raven pounds into him, thrusts with enough force that Sleet's body arches upward. He's rough, no affection in his movements, and right now, Sleet craves that.
The slightest hint of affection and he might be reminded of Frost and goddamn it that's the last thing Sleet needs or wants.
Raven wants him quiet so their companions don't hear anything. So they don't realize that contrary to his constant statements of revulsion toward Sleet's existence, Raven actually enjoys fucking Sleet. Bending him backward, pounding into him with little restraint, the sadistic bastard. If Sleet didn't find it so damn pleasurable, he might be offended.
As it is, all he does is moan and submit to the manhandling. To the rough manipulation of his body according to Raven's wants. Oh, Sleet'll come in the end, and it'll most likely be wrung from his own hands, with Raven's single eye watching him darkly. The thought alone makes Sleet shiver, makes a strangled whine emerge from his throat.
Raven shoves into him, cock raking nerves inside Sleet and making him shudder. Making his hips buck and writhe, his body coated in sweat, eyes clenched closed.
Raven is nothing like Frost, and if Sleet ever has reason to pray to a deity, he'd thank them for that mercy.