How about a side order of CRACK for breakfast.
Behold, I give you Tetris pr0n. Cuz I can.
TITLE: Tetris Porn.
PAIRING: Four-in-a-Row x 4 almost completed rows.
RATING: R
WARNING: This is about as lemonish as non-sexual blocks on a screen with classic Russian music playing in the background can get. Not particularly brainsafe, but I dare say your boss will just shake his head if he catches you reading it. Oh and there is some Angst too... just... cuz.
A/N: And they said it couldn't be done... oops, no wait, they said it SHOULDN'T be done. Oh, my bad.
Four-in-a-Row quivered with anticipation. The music beat sensually against his length, driving him to want to move. Left, then right, then left again. The slot that he knew would perfectly fit his shape lay enticingly below him, but his fear almost equaled his excitement.
What if he missed? The embarrassment he'd feel in front of all the other blocks would be unbearable. They had stretched themselves so accommodatingly below him, waiting for him to come and make them complete. They filled the box from end to end except for those four open slots, which they'd left just for him, and only him. He must not fuck up.
If he missed and was off by a block, he would never live it down. Some other Four-in-a-Row would come along and take his place. Or worse, an L shape, who could only hope to satisfy two of the waiting rows. Then not only would he be disappointed so would they. And he'd have to stand back and wait and watch it all play out. And the two remaining rows would look up at him, accusingly the entire time.
It could be even worse -- the frustration of blowing it, might cause the other blocks after him to stack up on his length rather than completing the delicious rows. And if in their anger they reached the top, those four rows that had so counted on him, might NEVER be completed. He would have let everyone down.
The music suddenly changed pace. He was falling faster. The time to think and worry was gone. Four-in-a-Row lined himself up as best he could. He was coming, coming, almost there.
Then for the briefest, most AGONIZING moment he went flat instead of long. The gaff was almost deadly. Then just at the last moment he went long again, and the first square slid smoothly between the blocks.
The touch of other blocks along his virgin length was the most incredible experience he'd ever had. It was beyond anything he could have anticipated. It was perfection. As the first square buried itself deeper the second square slid in. This was even more delightful. He was so happy that they had left a slot precisely his length and that at the end there would be nothing left over. The third square slid down and he thought he couldn't bear it anymore.
The smooth sides left by the other blocks was just perfect, and he could tell that they too were tense with excitement. There was just one square left to go. He almost didn't want it to happen, afraid that the pleasure would be too much for his fragile mind to bear, but it was inevitable. He couldn't stop falling. Inevitably, the last square was buried.
For an eternal moment the four rows were complete. Four-in-a-Row was no longer himself, he belonged to them, and they to him. His borders were breached, and he was as much invaded as invader. There was no him, and no them. They were truly one entity awash in bliss to the end of their existence.
The four rows, now complete, now perfect and content and fulfilled pulsed once, and then each square popped out of existence in a wave of love.
TITLE: Tetris Porn.
PAIRING: Four-in-a-Row x 4 almost completed rows.
RATING: R
WARNING: This is about as lemonish as non-sexual blocks on a screen with classic Russian music playing in the background can get. Not particularly brainsafe, but I dare say your boss will just shake his head if he catches you reading it. Oh and there is some Angst too... just... cuz.
A/N: And they said it couldn't be done... oops, no wait, they said it SHOULDN'T be done. Oh, my bad.
Four-in-a-Row quivered with anticipation. The music beat sensually against his length, driving him to want to move. Left, then right, then left again. The slot that he knew would perfectly fit his shape lay enticingly below him, but his fear almost equaled his excitement.
What if he missed? The embarrassment he'd feel in front of all the other blocks would be unbearable. They had stretched themselves so accommodatingly below him, waiting for him to come and make them complete. They filled the box from end to end except for those four open slots, which they'd left just for him, and only him. He must not fuck up.
If he missed and was off by a block, he would never live it down. Some other Four-in-a-Row would come along and take his place. Or worse, an L shape, who could only hope to satisfy two of the waiting rows. Then not only would he be disappointed so would they. And he'd have to stand back and wait and watch it all play out. And the two remaining rows would look up at him, accusingly the entire time.
It could be even worse -- the frustration of blowing it, might cause the other blocks after him to stack up on his length rather than completing the delicious rows. And if in their anger they reached the top, those four rows that had so counted on him, might NEVER be completed. He would have let everyone down.
The music suddenly changed pace. He was falling faster. The time to think and worry was gone. Four-in-a-Row lined himself up as best he could. He was coming, coming, almost there.
Then for the briefest, most AGONIZING moment he went flat instead of long. The gaff was almost deadly. Then just at the last moment he went long again, and the first square slid smoothly between the blocks.
The touch of other blocks along his virgin length was the most incredible experience he'd ever had. It was beyond anything he could have anticipated. It was perfection. As the first square buried itself deeper the second square slid in. This was even more delightful. He was so happy that they had left a slot precisely his length and that at the end there would be nothing left over. The third square slid down and he thought he couldn't bear it anymore.
The smooth sides left by the other blocks was just perfect, and he could tell that they too were tense with excitement. There was just one square left to go. He almost didn't want it to happen, afraid that the pleasure would be too much for his fragile mind to bear, but it was inevitable. He couldn't stop falling. Inevitably, the last square was buried.
For an eternal moment the four rows were complete. Four-in-a-Row was no longer himself, he belonged to them, and they to him. His borders were breached, and he was as much invaded as invader. There was no him, and no them. They were truly one entity awash in bliss to the end of their existence.
The four rows, now complete, now perfect and content and fulfilled pulsed once, and then each square popped out of existence in a wave of love.