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Title: Big Brothers
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,235
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Cheri [Celi], Conrad, Gwendal, Wolfram, two OC
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Another ambush. ^__^
Little Conrad Weller was scared to death.
His mother, the current Maou, was about to give birth to either his little brother or his little sister. His big brother, Gwendal, had gone to find a midwife hours ago, before the snow had started to fall.
The three of them had been on their own, riding around in a carriage--his mother was constantly complaining of the heat, so he and Gwendal had bundled her up and helped her into the carriage.
The horses, however, had been spooked by something, and almost overturned the cart. Gwendal had been able to get them under control before a disaster occurred, but the shock had caused their mother to go into labor.
The cottage had been a lucky find. It was clean and warm, inhabited by an elderly gentleman who had gone with Gwendal to fetch the nearest midwife.
But now...
Now the snow was falling thick and fast. His mother's pain was increasing too, as much as she tried to hide it from her son.
"Conrad," the blonde called out, and the little boy ran from the window over to his mother. "Now, I need you to listen to me, little one. Your little brother or sister is very eager to come out and see us, and it looks like the two of us are going to have to help him or her."
Dark brown eyes went wide. "But Mother, I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, Conrad, I do," Cheri reassured her son. "Remember? I've done this before." She tweaked Conrad's nose, making the boy smile a little bit. "Now, I need you to listen to me and do everything I tell you to, okay?"
A brown mop of hair bounced up and down as Conrad nodded.
"Now, I need you to find some towels, a basin of warm water, some thread, and a knife," the blonde woman instructed, and little Conrad ran off to do as his mother instructed in record time.
"Good job," Cheri praised, trying to hide her pain as she ran a hand through Conrad's hair. Her contractions were getting stronger, coming more frequently. It wouldn't be too much longer...
"What now?" Conrad asked nervously.
"Remember what I told you about babies? How every woman has a little hole for the baby to come out of?"
Conrad thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"You're going to have to, well, catch the baby when he or she comes out," Cheri informed her son, arranging the towels so the bedsheets wouldn't get ruined. "Just remember to support the head, and you might have to clear out the baby's mouth or nose so they can breathe, do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Also, when the baby's born, there's going to be a cord attached to his belly, big and purple. You're going to tie the thread around the cord tight, and then cut the cord. Do you think you've got that?"
"I think so, Mother."
Cheri ran her hands through her son's hair. "Are you scared, little one?"
"A little," Conrad admitted.
"Me too." Cheri smiled down at her son. "But we're going to have to be brave for the new baby, okay?"
Conrad nodded, setting his face into a look that reminded her strongly of his father. "That's a good boy."
---
The process of the birth was long--much longer than the young half-human liked. His mother was in dreadful pain, even if she was trying to hide it from her son.
Thankfully for Cheri, the young boy wasn't old enough to know he should be embarrassed as he knelt between her spread legs, waiting for his sibling to enter the world. He was rubbing her swollen belly for her as she labored, long fingernails clawing at the mattress beneath her.
As Conrad watched, wide-eyed, a little head slowly slid from his mother's body. The small, red infant began wailing as soon as his mouth cleared their mother's body, and Conrad gently coaxed his little brother into the world.
"What is it, a boy or a girl?" Cheri's voice was tired and weak, exhausted from the process as her middle son cut the umbilical cord.
"A boy," Conrad replied, smiling. Using a wet towel, he carefully wiped the blood and birthing fluid off his baby brother, wrapping him in a soft clean towel and handing his brother to the blonde queen.
The youngster stopped crying as he laid on his mother's chest and big, gorgeous emerald eyes stared back up at the two. Conrad instantly fell in love. Was this the same thing that happened to all big brothers when they first saw their younger siblings? Had Gwendal felt this overpowering emotion when he first saw him?
His mother, all sweaty and exhausted, pulled her middle son into a one-armed hug. "Thank you, Conrad. You did a great job."
---
Gwendal made it back with the midwife just after dark. The eldest son was surprised to see a calm Conrad rocking the bundle of baby and blankets in a chair by the fire, his short legs dangling above the floor as he rocked back and forth, humming softly. Their mother sleeping peacefully in the bed, blonde strands plastered on her face, soiled towels piled in an empty water basin on the floor near the foot of the bed.. The midwife, an elderly Mazoku healer, gave the tiny baby a once-over before going over to attend to the queen. Gwendal put a hand on top of Conrad's hair.
"Look, Brother!" Conrad exclaimed in a low tone. "He has Mother's hair, but when he came out he was all covered in this white stuff, so I gave him a bath after Mother fell asleep. And his eyes are really green, like hers too!"
Gwendal smiled at his excited younger brother. "You must have been scared."
"Not really... Well, maybe a little at first, but there wasn't anything to be scared of. It was just really really messy, and he cries a LOT."
"So did you," Gwendal informed Conrad, his hand moving from one brother's rich brown locks to smooth over the other's baby fine blonde.
"Nu-uh! Wolfram has to be, like, a thousand times louder than me," Conrad protested, pouting a little bit.
"She named him Wolfram?"
Conrad nodded. "Mother asked me for a name for Wolfram, since I was here to help her."
"That's the name I picked."
"I know." Conrad smiled. "I overheard you telling Master Gunter about it."
"You should have told her the one you liked, Conrad."
"I do like Wolfram. It fits him," the young swordsman-in-training informed his older brother, looking down at the baby in his arms. "He's pretty and chubby, like a sheep, but he's got a REALLY loud howl, like a wolf!" He smiled back up at his older brother, adoration in his eyes. "Besides, I was becoming a big brother just like you, so I was able to stay calm and help Mother."
"I helped you with that?" Gwendal asked, surprised.
"Yup!" Conrad nodded fiercely. "I just thought about what you would have done. You would have stayed calm and tried to be helpful and just agreed with everything she yelled at me."
Gwendal hauled his two brothers into his lap, sitting in the rocking chair and rocking his two little brothers until the both drifted off to sleep.
---
Title: Impatient
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 975 (short, I know)
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram
Warnings: Yaoi, oral, toys, solo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
albichorizon, for sicing the plot bunnies on me. Kinda sequel-ish to Missing You. Not very good, but this is all I could come up with, sorry y'all.
Wolfram was so damned horny.
And it was all that wimp Yuuri's fault.
It was their first night back together, and Gwendal had gotten to the Maou first, the chief of state dragging the dark-haired man into his offices.
By the time he got to see his fiancee, Yuuri was buried under a mountain of paperwork, his elder half-brothers standing guard to make sure he wouldn't crawl out the window and escape.
Conrad had convinced Gwendal to take some tea outside the room and let the lovers have a moment to themselves (something for which Wolfram would always love Conrad for), and Yuuri had the blonde pinned against the wall before the door was completely shut all the way, his tongue halfway down the swordsman's throat. Wolfram had groaned and arched against his fiancee, relishing in the taste and feel of Yuuri's body against his.
Fingers had tugged their shirts open, hands running over bare chests. Yuuri's lips slid down the pale column of Wolfram's neck as the blonde twined his legs around the king's waist. Calloused hands had slid down to grab his ass, holding him up as Yuuri pressed himself against Wolfram. Their clothed erections had been pressing against one another, and when Yuuri commented that he was tempted to just clear the desk and take the blonde, Wolfram had decided that was a damn fine idea. His hands had been sliding down to unzip Yuuri's pants...
... When Conrad had knocked on the door.
Sometimes, Wolfram hated his brothers.
Yuuri had pressed a kiss against his ear as Wolfram took his leave. "Wait for me."
"Wait for me."
Wolfram would wait for Yuuri forever.
But his libido wouldn't.
The young prince was currently lying on his back in the large royal bed, slowly stroking his cock up and down as he thought about the kiss he had shared earlier with Yuuri. It had been too long since they had last kissed, and now the taste and scent of Yuuri engulfed him. He had eaten twice since the kiss but he hadn't tasted the food at all--just the Maou.
The thought of Yuuri made him feel a little guilty. Here he was, pleasuring himself, while his lover was working hard running the kingdom.
Well, a hard-working king deserved a good welcome, Wolfram decided.
Now where was that present from his mother...
---
Yuuri was expecting many ways to find Wolfram when he went into his room--he'd been greeted in many ways since their relationship turned sexual. One time he had found Wolfram naked, sipping wine and reading one of Anissia's racier novels as he waited for the dark-haired man; another was to a snoring blonde, still half dressed in his military uniform.
Finding his lover bouncing up and down on their mattress, Wolf's pale face flushed with arousal as he masturbated with the glass dildo Cheri had given them was not one of the ways he had expected.
Wolfram's gorgeous emerald eyes were closed tight, tears of pleasure dangling on his eyelashes, as he forced the phallus deeper into his body. Between gasps, Yuuri could hear Wolfram panting something that vaguely sounded like his name.
Yuuri grinned and crossed the room silently, stripping off his clothes as he went. The blonde was too caught up in his actions to realize that his lover had even entered the room.
When warm, wet heat engulfed Wolfram's cock, a blonde head jerked back and emerald eyes bulged. "Yuuri!" he cried out, his vision blurry.
"Hmn?" Yuuri asked around the dick in his mouth.
The vibrations went straight from Wolfram's cock to his balls, and he laced his fingers into dark, silken locks as he came hard into Yuuri's mouth. The dark-haired Maou choked a bit against the sudden spurt of cum, but managed to drink most of it down.
Wolfram collapsed back against the mattress, breathing heavily as Yuuri pulled his mouth from the softening member. He licked his lips as he crawled up the shuddering body beneath him. "I thought I told you to wait on me."
"Who in my family, aside from Conrad, is patient?" Wolfram shot back, and Yuuri chuckled.
"Y'know... I should punish you."
"Ooh, kinky," Wolfram replied. The blonde lifted his hips, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover. "Love me first, please?"
"Always," Yuuri replied, pressing his lips against Wolfram's full ones. Mouths open and tongues entwined, sliding and caressing against one another as hands roamed broad expanses of skin.
"Where were we earlier?" Yuuri panted as they broke for air, his hand sliding underneath Wolfram's rear to remove the toy from his lover.
The prince gasped as the warm, hard object left his body. "I think you had more clothing on, and I distinctly remember something about a desk."
"Well, we'll have to make do for now," Yuuri replied, sliding his hand up and down the glass dildo, still warm from Wolfram's body. He rubbed what lube he could get from that onto himself, pressing up against Wolfram's opening. "How's about next time?"
"I'll hold you to that," Wolfram replied, arching up against Yuuri as the dark-haired man slid deep into his body. "Oh, shit, Yuuri..."
"Gods, Wolfram, you feel so damn good," Yuuri groaned, slowly sliding in and out of the pliant body beneath him.
Their previous coupling had taken an edge of their lust, and this time their coupling was slower, more drawn out but no less pleasurable or passionate. Yuuri enjoyed kissing and stroking and caressing his lover to another climax, the warm wash of Wolfram's orgasm splattering their stomachs as the tight, hot shuddering body drew his own climax out of him.
Later, as the two cuddled in the dark, ignoring the stickiness of sweat and cum, Yuuri grinned into Wolfram's pale hair. "Remind me to thank your mother."
"Like HELL!" Wolf protested, his cheeks flaming red.
---
Title: Teddy Bear
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Hakkai, Gojyo, Goku, Hakuryuu
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Hakkai smiled as he watched his roommate and student sleeping in the back seat. Normally, the redhead and the brunette would be fighting with one another, but at the moment the monkey was curled up around the kappa, one long lanky arm around the small body.
Hakuryuu hit a pothole, causing the back seat to jostle. The motion woke up Gojyo, but Goku simply snuggled deeper into the redhead's embrace.
Hakkai chuckled when Gojyo laid his cheek against spiky brown hair.
"What?"
"You are such a teddy bear, 'Jyo."
Gojyo just grinned back.
Why should he tried to dispute the truth?
---
Title: Eavesdropping
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 101
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Ryo/Jim (eek!), Ted, Drake, Marty
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: :: snicker :: I am evil.
"Ow, damn it Jim, that hurts!"
"Aw, boo hoo."
"Screw you. Seriously, that has to be the biggest one I've ever had in me."
"Really? Aw, Ryo, it's almost like I'm popping your cherry."
"Go to--AH! Shit, warn a guy!"
"Sorry."
"You obviously haven't done this a lot."
"Yes I have. But dead people don't complain."
"Oh GOD Jim."
"And... There we go. All done."
"Finally."
Ryo opened the door to Jim's office. Drake, Ted and Marty were staring back at him, eyes wide.
"What?"
Jim finished labeling Ryo's blood work. "Next."
"I'm so telling Dee," Ted whispered to his partner.
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,235
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Cheri [Celi], Conrad, Gwendal, Wolfram, two OC
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Another ambush. ^__^
Little Conrad Weller was scared to death.
His mother, the current Maou, was about to give birth to either his little brother or his little sister. His big brother, Gwendal, had gone to find a midwife hours ago, before the snow had started to fall.
The three of them had been on their own, riding around in a carriage--his mother was constantly complaining of the heat, so he and Gwendal had bundled her up and helped her into the carriage.
The horses, however, had been spooked by something, and almost overturned the cart. Gwendal had been able to get them under control before a disaster occurred, but the shock had caused their mother to go into labor.
The cottage had been a lucky find. It was clean and warm, inhabited by an elderly gentleman who had gone with Gwendal to fetch the nearest midwife.
But now...
Now the snow was falling thick and fast. His mother's pain was increasing too, as much as she tried to hide it from her son.
"Conrad," the blonde called out, and the little boy ran from the window over to his mother. "Now, I need you to listen to me, little one. Your little brother or sister is very eager to come out and see us, and it looks like the two of us are going to have to help him or her."
Dark brown eyes went wide. "But Mother, I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, Conrad, I do," Cheri reassured her son. "Remember? I've done this before." She tweaked Conrad's nose, making the boy smile a little bit. "Now, I need you to listen to me and do everything I tell you to, okay?"
A brown mop of hair bounced up and down as Conrad nodded.
"Now, I need you to find some towels, a basin of warm water, some thread, and a knife," the blonde woman instructed, and little Conrad ran off to do as his mother instructed in record time.
"Good job," Cheri praised, trying to hide her pain as she ran a hand through Conrad's hair. Her contractions were getting stronger, coming more frequently. It wouldn't be too much longer...
"What now?" Conrad asked nervously.
"Remember what I told you about babies? How every woman has a little hole for the baby to come out of?"
Conrad thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"You're going to have to, well, catch the baby when he or she comes out," Cheri informed her son, arranging the towels so the bedsheets wouldn't get ruined. "Just remember to support the head, and you might have to clear out the baby's mouth or nose so they can breathe, do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Also, when the baby's born, there's going to be a cord attached to his belly, big and purple. You're going to tie the thread around the cord tight, and then cut the cord. Do you think you've got that?"
"I think so, Mother."
Cheri ran her hands through her son's hair. "Are you scared, little one?"
"A little," Conrad admitted.
"Me too." Cheri smiled down at her son. "But we're going to have to be brave for the new baby, okay?"
Conrad nodded, setting his face into a look that reminded her strongly of his father. "That's a good boy."
---
The process of the birth was long--much longer than the young half-human liked. His mother was in dreadful pain, even if she was trying to hide it from her son.
Thankfully for Cheri, the young boy wasn't old enough to know he should be embarrassed as he knelt between her spread legs, waiting for his sibling to enter the world. He was rubbing her swollen belly for her as she labored, long fingernails clawing at the mattress beneath her.
As Conrad watched, wide-eyed, a little head slowly slid from his mother's body. The small, red infant began wailing as soon as his mouth cleared their mother's body, and Conrad gently coaxed his little brother into the world.
"What is it, a boy or a girl?" Cheri's voice was tired and weak, exhausted from the process as her middle son cut the umbilical cord.
"A boy," Conrad replied, smiling. Using a wet towel, he carefully wiped the blood and birthing fluid off his baby brother, wrapping him in a soft clean towel and handing his brother to the blonde queen.
The youngster stopped crying as he laid on his mother's chest and big, gorgeous emerald eyes stared back up at the two. Conrad instantly fell in love. Was this the same thing that happened to all big brothers when they first saw their younger siblings? Had Gwendal felt this overpowering emotion when he first saw him?
His mother, all sweaty and exhausted, pulled her middle son into a one-armed hug. "Thank you, Conrad. You did a great job."
---
Gwendal made it back with the midwife just after dark. The eldest son was surprised to see a calm Conrad rocking the bundle of baby and blankets in a chair by the fire, his short legs dangling above the floor as he rocked back and forth, humming softly. Their mother sleeping peacefully in the bed, blonde strands plastered on her face, soiled towels piled in an empty water basin on the floor near the foot of the bed.. The midwife, an elderly Mazoku healer, gave the tiny baby a once-over before going over to attend to the queen. Gwendal put a hand on top of Conrad's hair.
"Look, Brother!" Conrad exclaimed in a low tone. "He has Mother's hair, but when he came out he was all covered in this white stuff, so I gave him a bath after Mother fell asleep. And his eyes are really green, like hers too!"
Gwendal smiled at his excited younger brother. "You must have been scared."
"Not really... Well, maybe a little at first, but there wasn't anything to be scared of. It was just really really messy, and he cries a LOT."
"So did you," Gwendal informed Conrad, his hand moving from one brother's rich brown locks to smooth over the other's baby fine blonde.
"Nu-uh! Wolfram has to be, like, a thousand times louder than me," Conrad protested, pouting a little bit.
"She named him Wolfram?"
Conrad nodded. "Mother asked me for a name for Wolfram, since I was here to help her."
"That's the name I picked."
"I know." Conrad smiled. "I overheard you telling Master Gunter about it."
"You should have told her the one you liked, Conrad."
"I do like Wolfram. It fits him," the young swordsman-in-training informed his older brother, looking down at the baby in his arms. "He's pretty and chubby, like a sheep, but he's got a REALLY loud howl, like a wolf!" He smiled back up at his older brother, adoration in his eyes. "Besides, I was becoming a big brother just like you, so I was able to stay calm and help Mother."
"I helped you with that?" Gwendal asked, surprised.
"Yup!" Conrad nodded fiercely. "I just thought about what you would have done. You would have stayed calm and tried to be helpful and just agreed with everything she yelled at me."
Gwendal hauled his two brothers into his lap, sitting in the rocking chair and rocking his two little brothers until the both drifted off to sleep.
---
Title: Impatient
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 975 (short, I know)
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram
Warnings: Yaoi, oral, toys, solo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Dedicated to
albichorizon, for sicing the plot bunnies on me. Kinda sequel-ish to Missing You. Not very good, but this is all I could come up with, sorry y'all.Wolfram was so damned horny.
And it was all that wimp Yuuri's fault.
It was their first night back together, and Gwendal had gotten to the Maou first, the chief of state dragging the dark-haired man into his offices.
By the time he got to see his fiancee, Yuuri was buried under a mountain of paperwork, his elder half-brothers standing guard to make sure he wouldn't crawl out the window and escape.
Conrad had convinced Gwendal to take some tea outside the room and let the lovers have a moment to themselves (something for which Wolfram would always love Conrad for), and Yuuri had the blonde pinned against the wall before the door was completely shut all the way, his tongue halfway down the swordsman's throat. Wolfram had groaned and arched against his fiancee, relishing in the taste and feel of Yuuri's body against his.
Fingers had tugged their shirts open, hands running over bare chests. Yuuri's lips slid down the pale column of Wolfram's neck as the blonde twined his legs around the king's waist. Calloused hands had slid down to grab his ass, holding him up as Yuuri pressed himself against Wolfram. Their clothed erections had been pressing against one another, and when Yuuri commented that he was tempted to just clear the desk and take the blonde, Wolfram had decided that was a damn fine idea. His hands had been sliding down to unzip Yuuri's pants...
... When Conrad had knocked on the door.
Sometimes, Wolfram hated his brothers.
Yuuri had pressed a kiss against his ear as Wolfram took his leave. "Wait for me."
"Wait for me."
Wolfram would wait for Yuuri forever.
But his libido wouldn't.
The young prince was currently lying on his back in the large royal bed, slowly stroking his cock up and down as he thought about the kiss he had shared earlier with Yuuri. It had been too long since they had last kissed, and now the taste and scent of Yuuri engulfed him. He had eaten twice since the kiss but he hadn't tasted the food at all--just the Maou.
The thought of Yuuri made him feel a little guilty. Here he was, pleasuring himself, while his lover was working hard running the kingdom.
Well, a hard-working king deserved a good welcome, Wolfram decided.
Now where was that present from his mother...
---
Yuuri was expecting many ways to find Wolfram when he went into his room--he'd been greeted in many ways since their relationship turned sexual. One time he had found Wolfram naked, sipping wine and reading one of Anissia's racier novels as he waited for the dark-haired man; another was to a snoring blonde, still half dressed in his military uniform.
Finding his lover bouncing up and down on their mattress, Wolf's pale face flushed with arousal as he masturbated with the glass dildo Cheri had given them was not one of the ways he had expected.
Wolfram's gorgeous emerald eyes were closed tight, tears of pleasure dangling on his eyelashes, as he forced the phallus deeper into his body. Between gasps, Yuuri could hear Wolfram panting something that vaguely sounded like his name.
Yuuri grinned and crossed the room silently, stripping off his clothes as he went. The blonde was too caught up in his actions to realize that his lover had even entered the room.
When warm, wet heat engulfed Wolfram's cock, a blonde head jerked back and emerald eyes bulged. "Yuuri!" he cried out, his vision blurry.
"Hmn?" Yuuri asked around the dick in his mouth.
The vibrations went straight from Wolfram's cock to his balls, and he laced his fingers into dark, silken locks as he came hard into Yuuri's mouth. The dark-haired Maou choked a bit against the sudden spurt of cum, but managed to drink most of it down.
Wolfram collapsed back against the mattress, breathing heavily as Yuuri pulled his mouth from the softening member. He licked his lips as he crawled up the shuddering body beneath him. "I thought I told you to wait on me."
"Who in my family, aside from Conrad, is patient?" Wolfram shot back, and Yuuri chuckled.
"Y'know... I should punish you."
"Ooh, kinky," Wolfram replied. The blonde lifted his hips, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover. "Love me first, please?"
"Always," Yuuri replied, pressing his lips against Wolfram's full ones. Mouths open and tongues entwined, sliding and caressing against one another as hands roamed broad expanses of skin.
"Where were we earlier?" Yuuri panted as they broke for air, his hand sliding underneath Wolfram's rear to remove the toy from his lover.
The prince gasped as the warm, hard object left his body. "I think you had more clothing on, and I distinctly remember something about a desk."
"Well, we'll have to make do for now," Yuuri replied, sliding his hand up and down the glass dildo, still warm from Wolfram's body. He rubbed what lube he could get from that onto himself, pressing up against Wolfram's opening. "How's about next time?"
"I'll hold you to that," Wolfram replied, arching up against Yuuri as the dark-haired man slid deep into his body. "Oh, shit, Yuuri..."
"Gods, Wolfram, you feel so damn good," Yuuri groaned, slowly sliding in and out of the pliant body beneath him.
Their previous coupling had taken an edge of their lust, and this time their coupling was slower, more drawn out but no less pleasurable or passionate. Yuuri enjoyed kissing and stroking and caressing his lover to another climax, the warm wash of Wolfram's orgasm splattering their stomachs as the tight, hot shuddering body drew his own climax out of him.
Later, as the two cuddled in the dark, ignoring the stickiness of sweat and cum, Yuuri grinned into Wolfram's pale hair. "Remind me to thank your mother."
"Like HELL!" Wolf protested, his cheeks flaming red.
---
Title: Teddy Bear
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Hakkai, Gojyo, Goku, Hakuryuu
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Hakkai smiled as he watched his roommate and student sleeping in the back seat. Normally, the redhead and the brunette would be fighting with one another, but at the moment the monkey was curled up around the kappa, one long lanky arm around the small body.
Hakuryuu hit a pothole, causing the back seat to jostle. The motion woke up Gojyo, but Goku simply snuggled deeper into the redhead's embrace.
Hakkai chuckled when Gojyo laid his cheek against spiky brown hair.
"What?"
"You are such a teddy bear, 'Jyo."
Gojyo just grinned back.
Why should he tried to dispute the truth?
---
Title: Eavesdropping
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 101
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Ryo/Jim (eek!), Ted, Drake, Marty
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: :: snicker :: I am evil.
"Ow, damn it Jim, that hurts!"
"Aw, boo hoo."
"Screw you. Seriously, that has to be the biggest one I've ever had in me."
"Really? Aw, Ryo, it's almost like I'm popping your cherry."
"Go to--AH! Shit, warn a guy!"
"Sorry."
"You obviously haven't done this a lot."
"Yes I have. But dead people don't complain."
"Oh GOD Jim."
"And... There we go. All done."
"Finally."
Ryo opened the door to Jim's office. Drake, Ted and Marty were staring back at him, eyes wide.
"What?"
Jim finished labeling Ryo's blood work. "Next."
"I'm so telling Dee," Ted whispered to his partner.