Trick or treat

[louiselux]

It's like trick or treat, only not really. Leave a comment and I will post something for you, ie, fic snippet, a song, a picture, a poem or something else random that I think of.


note: tricks and treats will vary according entirely to my whim

ps - comments will be answered when I get home a little later

Comments

[crystal-lilly.livejournal.com]

Yay! *big puppy eyes*

"Trick or Treat"

(entirely up to you *grin*)

[emungere.livejournal.com]

Secretary porn. What? I mean. Trick or treat!

[jamjar.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

*comments!*

[aluragayle.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat! *^__^*

[fleurrochard]

Trick or Treat! :D!

Also, random snuggles.

[kickingrad.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat! Also, hi.

[grendelity.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat~!

[baka-gaijin.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

"umm...trick or treat?" - *slinks away uncertainly*

[miss-anthropy.livejournal.com]

*is Silent Bob today* *expresses wishes with doe eyes?*

[vom-marlowe.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

[hibem.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat?! Yaay!

[trensaddiction.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

Mmm, chocolate.

[lisa-bee.livejournal.com]

Oooh, me?

[enigel]

Arr! Be ye trick or treatin' me, fine lass!

[wedjateye.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat! (Thank you)

[elihice.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Can't decide if this a trick or treat. *g*

[therhoda.livejournal.com]

trick and/or treat?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

You get.... a snippet of Gojyo/Sanzo smut, from a longer fic that has stalled...

“Hakkai,” Gojyo whispers, and licks into his mouth.

The need in Gojyo’s voice is almost too much. He’s not Hakkai. Gojyo knows that, but he sounds so desperate. This isn’t right, he thinks, and then his thoughts scatter when Gojyo rocks up against him, hands tight and heavy on the base of Sanzo’s spine. He groans, and he realizes he sounds as desperate and needy as Gojyo.

“Turn over,” he says, and when Gojyo doesn’t, he tugs and handful of hair and fastens his teeth on Gojyo’s neck. “Do it,” he growls.

Gojyo whimpers, and catches his jaw and kisses him, tongue thrusting deep and hard, then silently twists underneath him until he’s flat on his front, long legs stretching out, spread apart a little. Gojyo’s ass is firm and round and full, the flesh there slightly cool to the touch and paler than the rest of his skin. Sanzo watches his cheeks squeeze together as he thrusts into the mattress. He wonders if Gojyo will ask to be fucked, if he leaves it long enough. It’s tempting to find out, but he doesn’t want to wait. Maybe he can’t.

Gojyo’s propped on his forearms, his head hanging down. Red hair parts around his neck and the skin between his shoulder blades, a smooth hollow, looks oddly vulnerable, like he’s braced for an attack.

“He’d get you like this,” Sanzo says. He slides one finger down between his ass cheeks. He sets his cock so that it rubs between Gojyo’s cheeks. The head of it nudges over his hole and they both gasp. Gojyo tilts his hips to get more.
“Spread out for him, naked. He knows you want it—you always do. Maybe he even thinks you’re a slut.”

“Nnnh—” but Gojyo is arching his back and spreading his legs, fingers digging into the sheets. His head turns a little. “He doesn’t.”

“Why would he think otherwise?”

“He—knows me.”

That stings. Sanzo drags his nails down Gojyo’s back, then leans down and kisses the smooth hollow of skin between his shoulder blades, licking where the skin is stretched a little too thinly over shoulder blades. He does it without any thought and Gojyo shivers and groans, so Sanzo does it again—he has to.

“Yeah? Maybe he thinks he’s the first,” he says, against Gojyo’s skin. He licks the back of his neck, teeth grazing skin.

“But he won’t be,” Gojyo says, turning his head, voice strained and quiet. Their eyes meet. Gojyo’s face is different, like he’s in the middle of battle: intent, focused and dangerous. He flexes his hips and makes a sound in his throat like a growl. “Sanzo-sama.”

“Shut up,” he whispers.

There’s a huge pressure in Sanzo’s chest, almost painful. He draws back, fumbles for something, anything, one hand on Gojyo’s ass. Gun oil, small vial of it, clear and thin.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” Gojyo is saying, hands tangling in his own hair as he draws a knee up and Sanzo slides two oil drenched fingers in, quick and hard.

Sanzo tips oil on himself, on Gojyo’s ass, on the bedclothes. His hand on Gojyo’s waist slips as he pushes in.

“Hakkai,” Gojyo gasps, hands clawing at the sheets. Almost clawing himself up the bed and away as Sanzo sinks in, deeper, until his thighs are tight against Gojyo’s.

Sanzo leans forward and presses his forehead to the back of Gojyo’s neck, licks at the skin there messily as Gojyo clenches on his cock. Gojyo’s hand comes up and shoves his hair to one side, baring more of his nape. He must like being touched there.

"Now he’s got you," Sanzo pants. "Got you where he wants you."

His words are rough as he fucks him, Gojyo oiled and slick and hot. So good he can’t think. Gojyo is burning hot inside, heat and life pulsing inside him. He slides out, then in, working his hips so he burrows in deep, all the way. Gojyo makes a muffled sound into the pillow as he is pressed down into the mattress. Sanzo just breathes for a second. If Hakkai was actually here, would it go like this? Would he be more tender? Rougher? But he’s not here.

"How—how long has he wanted this?"

Gojyo’s question, shaky but quite clear, is almost shocking. Sanzo knows the answer. It’s not a question for Hakkai. He bites down on newly bared skin and fucks him, three long strokes, taking his time. He’s glad he can’t see Gojyo’s face.

[devikun.livejournal.com]

heh heh... ~_^

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Is overcome by doe-eyes. Have a song that makes me think of youuu.

I wanna live by the Ramones

[devikun.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD THAT WAS BRAIN BREAKING HOT and the great thing about this trick or treat is that everyone can share! Thankyou!