Write me something

[louiselux]

Someone filled my head with concrete while I wasn't looking. Damn them. *shakes fist* I want to write something, but can only stare at my screen/page/nerveless fingers and cough pathetically.

So write me some smut thing instead! It worked last time. If you want a prompt you can have any or all of: character, pairing, word or two lines of poetry.

Comments

[cygny.livejournal.com]

I should be working, but oh well, still have two days :P Prompt me please :)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Two days sounds like plenty of time. ;D

Prompt is a word: 'secret' (or if that's not enough, the online thesaurus says: backdoor, backstairs, camouflaged, clandestine, classified, close, confidential, covert, cryptic, discreet, disguised, dissembled, dissimulated, furtive, hush-hush, in ambush, incognito, inside, restricted, secretive, sly, sneak, sneaky, stealthy, sub-rosa, surreptitious, top secret, unacknowledged, under wraps, under-the-table, underhanded)

Phew.

[harukami]

Prompt me!

[cygny.livejournal.com]

Schuldig knew how to get a secret out of everyone. There were very few people who could resist them for a while, but eventually he always got it out of them. Brad was the king of secrecy though and his tactic was to just avoid Schuldig for as long as the secret had to be kept. He had the advantage of always knowing where Schuldig would be and when he would be there.

Schuldig let himself drop on the couch next to Farfarello, who was pushing on a remote control, flipping through the channels on the TV.

"It isn't fair you know."

Farfarello didn't look his way, just grumbled,

"Why? I don't know the secret either, although I can make an educated guess."

Schuldig sat up on his knees, looking at Farfarello intently. The grey haired assassin turned off the tv and looked at his companion.

"And now of course you want me to tell you what I think."

Schuldig smiled and nodded fervently, in the meantime carefully picking at Farfarello's brain. The other man however whipped out his knife and held it under Schuldig's nose.

"Stop doing that! In each case, shouldn't you rather keep the surprise?"

"A surprise? For me? Really?"

Farfarello shook his head at the almost childishly happy tone Schuldig spoke in. Sometimes he really really... was too cute for words. But he had to be discreet when thinking this, or Schuldig would become unbearable. He got up from the couch, starting to walk away, but then he thought it might not be a bad idea of Crawford would be the one who'd be surprised this once. Narrowing his eyes, he gestured Schuldig closer so he could whisper him in the ear.

"Crawford has kept everything under wraps but you know how it's that special day next week? I suggest you enter through the backdoor."

It was only when Farfarello was gone, that Schuldig finally realized,

My Birthday!

Somehow, secrets didn't seem so appealing anymore.

***

Hehe, I used a few more words, for fun :P And you do seem to have time on your hands, don't you :D

[harukami]

...but it may be a few hours before one comes about because oh crap it's 8 am and I haven't slept yet.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Whenever you're ready. *g*

Prompt is: Gojyo/Hakkai (surprise!) and a word: displeased

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Aww, Schuldig's special day! That is so sweet. Normally sweet and Schwarz don't exactly go together, but I'll make an exception for this. :D I love it that Farfarello threatened him with a knife while simultaneously thinking he was cute. *hearts*

[cygny.livejournal.com]

Phew, glad you liked it :) Hey, it doesn't mean that they're cute, that they're permitted everything, according to Farfarello :P
I'm in a total Schwarz!kinder mood, so this means a bit a sweeter Schwarz than normal :P Blame it all on Daegaer ;)

[harukami]

Oh hell, I'm up anyway. [sucks]

***

There was only one word to describe Hakkai's expression, and for once, it wasn't 'pleased'.

"Well," Hakkai said, eventually.

Somewhat belatedly, Gojyo realized he should stub out his more-than-content post-coital cigarette.

"Sorry about that," he said.

Hakkai's fingers, already clenched tight on the bedsheets, twitched.

"It happens to everyone sometimes," Gojyo offered.

"No," Hakkai said, tersely. "It doesn't."

Gojyo cleared his throat. "Oh," he said. "...But really it--"

"No. It doesn't."

"...Look, Hakkai, this was your idea, and hell, it's not my fault if I can't perform to satisfaction with a man--"

It had been the wrong thing to say.

"Let me show you how it's done," Hakkai said.

***

In retrospect, it had been exactly the right thing to say.

"Oh god," Gojyo muttered. He was drooling on the pillow and, embarrassing as it was, he found he couldn't care much, not sore and desperate and grasping, sweat dripping down him, the sharp scent of Hakkai's lust thick around him as Hakkai moved inside him, ground him down with one hand pressed into the back of his neck and the other on Gojyo's shoulder. Like some kind of damn martial arts pin. Gojyo has used it before. Not for this. Wouldn't be so rough with a girl.

Hakkai growls something.

"Oh god," he manages again, his voice so thick with need and arousal and approaching orgasm that he can barely recognize it. Hakkai is whispering something in his ear and he can't even make it out any more. He hears want and he hears show and he hears learn and he hears mine and nothing else is making sense, he can't put it together in any coherant order, he can't--

Thoughts blur and he's choking into the pillow, can't breathe as he comes, as Hakkai groans at the way Gojyo is shaking and tense and clawing at the bedsheets to try to get purchase against this deep ache and Hakkai is moving faster, hard, rough, not gentle, god he's got to be bleeding; a rough jerk and spreading heat and Hakkai sighs, as if he somehow thought he wouldn't have been able to do that after all.

***

"Oh my god," Gojyo says, some time later, hoarse.

"Mm." Hakkai sounds smug, pleased, deeply content, as if something that had been missing has been clicked back into place.

"What the hell was that."

"My idea."

"Fuck you."

"That can come later." Hakkai looked considering. "Gojyo?"

"Yeah?"

"Pass me a cigarette, please."

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Prompt me!

[harukami]

Gah, pardon the tense shift, I'm sleepy. XD

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Gnngghhh. *brain fails from hot*

Wow.

Oh, how I love displeased Hakkai and his, erm, lesson. And the talking. Thank you - I am deeply grateful for this. *g*

[harukami]

♥ I'm glad you like it. Hakkai will be a teacher whatever happens, I think. XD

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Have some poetry: from My Rival by Rudyard Kipling

I go to concert, party, ball
What profit is in these?
I sit alone against the wall
And strive to look at ease.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

*snerk* He surely will.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

Prompt please?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yay! Prompt is: Gojyo/Hakkai and a word: night

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Gonou hated Parent-Teacher meetings. Other teachers seemed to enjoy them, an enviable trait, he thought. He really couldn't stand dealing with the parents. So many people hadn't the faintest idea how to nourish their children's potential, and complained that he was too strict, or too soft, that he gave too much homework, or not enough. They rarely saw that he assigned precisely the amount of discipline and work that was needed for each child to be motivated to work, and to succeed. Instead they preferred to complain and say he wanted to be a teacher only because he enjoyed manipulating and bullying those smaller and weaker than himself. It was laughable. He had a real vocation for teaching, especially with willing and compliant pupils. To while away the tedium of the meetings, he'd review past lessons, seeing where he had succeeded well, or plan future ones out in the minutest of details. The parents would whine, and carp and tell him they weren't pleased, though they never came up with anything like a good reason. Gonou would smile gently, distantly, his attention on other matters.

Kanan's face, surprised and shocked as he explained in quiet, logical tones why his advances made perfect sense. Kanan on her knees, his hand tight in her hair as her soft, warm lips encircled his rigid flesh. Kanan nodding slowly as he told her that any report card of hers would have to read "Must try harder." Kanan on all fours, gasping obscenities and laughing as he paused to correct her grammar. Kanan taking a breath as he sorrowfully said he didn't approve of corporal punishment, but she was a very naughty girl. Kanan, flushed and sweating beneath him, urging him to great speed and vigour.

He smiled politely as another set of vaguely-dissatisfied parents left his office. No vocation, indeed! Hate the meetings he most certainly did, but Gonou loved being a teacher.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Hah! I've just seen that harukami also has a Teacher!Hakkai smutlet :-)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oh my god. This is all sorts of wrong but yet is so *exactly* right and I absolutely love it. I think my brain's having some sort of meltdown. Wow. Thnak you!!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

It's the flavour of the month! I'm not complaining...

[akisawana.livejournal.com]

They've got empty parts, Goku is aware. He's aware of the emptiness in Gojyo where a brother should be, the emptiness in Hakkai where children should be, the emptiness in Sanzo where a family should be. Goku is aware of all this emptiness and tries his best to fill it.
That's how he fills the emptiness in himself, the one all the meatbuns in the world can't touch.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it :-)

[andmydog.livejournal.com]

I so don't have time for this but... Prompt me, baby?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Aww, yes. Perfect. Thank you.