Drabbles
For: synthetic_neko
Pairing: Riku/Demyx
Emotion: Admiration
Word count: 261 words.
Notes: It kind of went from "admiration" to "rejection."
Sorry 'bout that. I hope you like it anyway.
Nobodies couldn’t feel rejection.
It all started with Demyx entering his quarters (Riku’s suspicions about Demyx’s ulterior motives had later been proved correct), nonchalantly asking him about his reason for residing in Castle Oblivion with the Nobodies.
“You dress like us, yet you’re not with The Organization. Why are you here?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Oh. Y’know, you look a lot like Xemnas.”
“Well, I didn’t always look like this.”
“Oh. Why do you look like that now?”
“In order to find him, I had to become… this.”
“Oh. How noble of you…”
And that is how they ended up like this: Demyx bent over the nearest desk and Riku frantically pounding into him as he gripped the blond’s hips.
“Harder!” Demyx cried, arching as he felt Riku brush that one spot deep inside of him that made him see stars.
Riku moaned and complied, letting one gloved hand weave its fingers in dirty blond hair. If he closed his eyes, he could see a head of unruly brown locks. He moaned as he tugged Demyx’s head back, back pressed against his chest as he sucked hungrily at the pale flesh of the blond’s neck. If he closed his eyes, he could see sun kissed skin.
Demyx came with a yell-“Ansem!”-and his body relaxed, only supported by the gloved hand still tangled in his hair.
Riku soon followed, a simple moan signaling his release. His grip slackened and Demyx collapsed on the desk, panting, and Riku had to use all of his willpower to pull out and dress.
Nobodies couldn’t feel rejection.
For: chibimazoku
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Emotion: Trust
Word count: 149
Notes: A little less fic, a little more drabble.
“I looked everywhere for you!” Sora cried, throwing his arms around Riku’s neck, and buried his face in the boy’s black robe, sobbing as fingers dug into the shoulders of one best friend. Riku had promised that they would always be together-that’s what the lasting effect of the paopu fruit, wasn’t it?-but they had been separated for almost two years!
His breath hitched as he felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he relaxed in the familiar embrace, nuzzling the hand that wove itself into his brown locks. He moaned when Riku kissed him, and it reminded him of home, when his best friend would sneak into his room and steal late-night kisses when no one else was watching.
It reminded him of the feel of the older boy lying atop him, their fingers entwined; bodies rocking together; their hearts beating as one.
For: liplessxlullaby
Pairing: Benji Madden/Billy Martin
Emotion: Anger
Word count: 263
Notes: Totally non-consensual.
For Benji and Billy, this had almost become routine. Both men would go out drinking with the rest of the band and come back completely shit-faced, with a bit of pent up anger that needed a way of release.
Sometimes Billy wasn’t in the mood, and that would only fuel the fire. Sometimes Benji would get what he wanted anyway, by sheer force.
Billy protested, but Benji already had him over the arm of the sofa, fingers tangled in the black locks, jerking his head back to expose the pale flesh, and he bit hard, drawing blood.
Billy gasped and tried to buck the older man off when he felt clammy hands snaking beneath his shirt and nails roughly raking over his skin. Benji let his hands move farter down as he frantically undid the button and pulled the zipper down, quickly undressing himself afterward.
“Fucker! Stop it!” Billy shouted, voice hoarse as Benji buried himself deep within Billy’s heat without preparation, or even a courtesy warning. He tried to jerk away, but Benji gripped his slender hips tightly as he slammed in once more, soon developing a semi-steady rhythm, groaning as Billy’s muscles contracted around his length every time he slammed inside the younger boy.
He kept pounding, deeper and deeper, feeling a warm liquid begin to trickle down his thighs, and he laughed. He kissed Billy hard, forcing his tongue past protesting lips and groaned as he came, filling the other man with his seed.
Benji knew it would always be like this.
It wasn’t about passion.
It was about possession.
Pairing: Riku/Demyx
Emotion: Admiration
Word count: 261 words.
Notes: It kind of went from "admiration" to "rejection."
Sorry 'bout that. I hope you like it anyway.
Nobodies couldn’t feel rejection.
It all started with Demyx entering his quarters (Riku’s suspicions about Demyx’s ulterior motives had later been proved correct), nonchalantly asking him about his reason for residing in Castle Oblivion with the Nobodies.
“You dress like us, yet you’re not with The Organization. Why are you here?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Oh. Y’know, you look a lot like Xemnas.”
“Well, I didn’t always look like this.”
“Oh. Why do you look like that now?”
“In order to find him, I had to become… this.”
“Oh. How noble of you…”
And that is how they ended up like this: Demyx bent over the nearest desk and Riku frantically pounding into him as he gripped the blond’s hips.
“Harder!” Demyx cried, arching as he felt Riku brush that one spot deep inside of him that made him see stars.
Riku moaned and complied, letting one gloved hand weave its fingers in dirty blond hair. If he closed his eyes, he could see a head of unruly brown locks. He moaned as he tugged Demyx’s head back, back pressed against his chest as he sucked hungrily at the pale flesh of the blond’s neck. If he closed his eyes, he could see sun kissed skin.
Demyx came with a yell-“Ansem!”-and his body relaxed, only supported by the gloved hand still tangled in his hair.
Riku soon followed, a simple moan signaling his release. His grip slackened and Demyx collapsed on the desk, panting, and Riku had to use all of his willpower to pull out and dress.
Nobodies couldn’t feel rejection.
For: chibimazoku
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Emotion: Trust
Word count: 149
Notes: A little less fic, a little more drabble.
“I looked everywhere for you!” Sora cried, throwing his arms around Riku’s neck, and buried his face in the boy’s black robe, sobbing as fingers dug into the shoulders of one best friend. Riku had promised that they would always be together-that’s what the lasting effect of the paopu fruit, wasn’t it?-but they had been separated for almost two years!
His breath hitched as he felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he relaxed in the familiar embrace, nuzzling the hand that wove itself into his brown locks. He moaned when Riku kissed him, and it reminded him of home, when his best friend would sneak into his room and steal late-night kisses when no one else was watching.
It reminded him of the feel of the older boy lying atop him, their fingers entwined; bodies rocking together; their hearts beating as one.
For: liplessxlullaby
Pairing: Benji Madden/Billy Martin
Emotion: Anger
Word count: 263
Notes: Totally non-consensual.
For Benji and Billy, this had almost become routine. Both men would go out drinking with the rest of the band and come back completely shit-faced, with a bit of pent up anger that needed a way of release.
Sometimes Billy wasn’t in the mood, and that would only fuel the fire. Sometimes Benji would get what he wanted anyway, by sheer force.
Billy protested, but Benji already had him over the arm of the sofa, fingers tangled in the black locks, jerking his head back to expose the pale flesh, and he bit hard, drawing blood.
Billy gasped and tried to buck the older man off when he felt clammy hands snaking beneath his shirt and nails roughly raking over his skin. Benji let his hands move farter down as he frantically undid the button and pulled the zipper down, quickly undressing himself afterward.
“Fucker! Stop it!” Billy shouted, voice hoarse as Benji buried himself deep within Billy’s heat without preparation, or even a courtesy warning. He tried to jerk away, but Benji gripped his slender hips tightly as he slammed in once more, soon developing a semi-steady rhythm, groaning as Billy’s muscles contracted around his length every time he slammed inside the younger boy.
He kept pounding, deeper and deeper, feeling a warm liquid begin to trickle down his thighs, and he laughed. He kissed Billy hard, forcing his tongue past protesting lips and groaned as he came, filling the other man with his seed.
Benji knew it would always be like this.
It wasn’t about passion.
It was about possession.