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All the cadets seemed to guzzle coffee and that’s what Matsuka did too. He studied hard, but not quite as hard, not enough to be the top of his class or the very bottom, but somewhere in the middle, just shy of the 50th percentile. There was a new blend of coffee in the cafeteria today and this early in the day, there was no one else but Matsuka, thin in his uniform, thin against the bright fluorescent lights of the station. He walked carefully up to the attendant, his shadow following him like a shy very skinny black cat, and ordered a cup
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Tony x Serge sex. No particular fetish required. I leave it up to you if you want to make it dark hate-sex or humans-and-Mu-live-together-now-yay happy sex or something else.
Bonus points if you somehow incorporate Serge's memories of poor Matsuka.
Serge and Tony don't need this
anonymous
July 1 2010, 08:19:35 UTC
The edge of the table bites into Serge’s backside as he’s shoved into it, but Serge doesn’t care. He can’t care. Not after everything that’s happened
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Re: Serge and Tony don't need this
anonymous
July 3 2010, 01:29:08 UTC
You're welcome. :)
It's Matsuka (I tried to imply it in one or two paragraphs, but I might have been too vague). It could totally be someone else if you want it to, though. It doesn't have to be set in stone.
thoughts at gunpoint [1/2]
anonymous
June 2 2010, 12:36:30 UTC
For a time, Keith kept the gun on his desk when he called Matsuka into his room. Matsuka did not think to question why. It was natural that he should not be trusted; he was, as Keith said, a risk level one. But the more time he spent in Keith's presence, the more thoughts of that gun crept into Matsuka's head. He remembered the feel of it pressed up into the soft space under his chin, with his body helpless in Keith's grasp.
Once, he woke from a dream where Keith had pressed the gun there again, but not been afraid to touch him elsewhere.
Afraid. What a strange word for it. Keith wasn't afraid to touch Matsuka--he just knew it was a bad idea. Wasn't that it? At first, Matsuka could not imagine Keith being afraid of anything. Keith wasn't weak and timid like him, after all
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thoughts at gunpoint [2/2]
anonymous
June 2 2010, 12:36:59 UTC
Then before Matsuka could move again, the gun was firmly in Keith's hand, its muzzle pressed just below Matsuka's ribcage. Keith's free hand settled on the small of Matsuka's back, holding him tightly to the gun.
"Not well enough," Keith said. "I told you not to touch my mind."
"Yes," Matsuka whispered. He couldn't articulate more of a thought. Whatever Keith said, he had been trained too well. He wanted Keith to keep holding him like this. He tipped his head back a little. The distance between Keith's lips and his own seemed painfully vast, even though it was only a few inches at this point
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Serge/Matsuka fluff
anonymous
August 6 2010, 19:08:04 UTC
“About time,” Serge said once the bedroom door finally slid to a close behind Matsuka. “It took you long enough.”
Something that might have been a smile touched Matsuka’s thin lips. “I was just doing my job,” he said, as if that flawlessly explained everything away.
Serge pushed himself up to a slouch, and shuffled back enough to give Matsuka enough room to sit down on his own bed. “You always say that,” Serge muttered, then, louder, “I hope you don’t consider this a job
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Re: Serge/Matsuka fluff [2/2]
anonymous
August 6 2010, 19:09:04 UTC
Instead of bothering to answer, Serge wrapped his arms around Matsuka and pulled him down onto the bed. Matsuka let out a small “oof!” when they made contact with the bed, his wavy hair fanning out around his head. It almost seemed to glow in the dark, like a silver halo. Serge knew better than to perceive Matsuka as being innocent and pure, though. Not after their secret encounters
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I will never look at coffee the same way again.
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Bonus points if you somehow incorporate Serge's memories of poor Matsuka.
...but yeah. Serge. Tony. You know you want to.
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Oh. My. How clever. Hmmmm. *ponders* What a hot yet dark story! Thank you!
What's the name in Serge's mouth, though?
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It's Matsuka (I tried to imply it in one or two paragraphs, but I might have been too vague). It could totally be someone else if you want it to, though. It doesn't have to be set in stone.
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Once, he woke from a dream where Keith had pressed the gun there again, but not been afraid to touch him elsewhere.
Afraid. What a strange word for it. Keith wasn't afraid to touch Matsuka--he just knew it was a bad idea. Wasn't that it? At first, Matsuka could not imagine Keith being afraid of anything. Keith wasn't weak and timid like him, after all ( ... )
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"Not well enough," Keith said. "I told you not to touch my mind."
"Yes," Matsuka whispered. He couldn't articulate more of a thought. Whatever Keith said, he had been trained too well. He wanted Keith to keep holding him like this. He tipped his head back a little. The distance between Keith's lips and his own seemed painfully vast, even though it was only a few inches at this point ( ... )
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Something that might have been a smile touched Matsuka’s thin lips. “I was just doing my job,” he said, as if that flawlessly explained everything away.
Serge pushed himself up to a slouch, and shuffled back enough to give Matsuka enough room to sit down on his own bed. “You always say that,” Serge muttered, then, louder, “I hope you don’t consider this a job ( ... )
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