Requested drabbles

[new_kate]

I'm back! Thanks for the requests, guys, I have it all written, just need to type some up ^__^  So, chronologically -

For rheasilvia, who wanted Gojyo/Hakkai:

Title: Open Road
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: actually now that I look at it, it's more Hakkai/Gojyo Ooops. Will write a Gojyo/Hakkai later!
Words: 200. Got carried away a little...

It’s different, sure. There are dust and sweat, fatigue that lingers for days, yokai blood in your hair, claw marks that fade too slowly. The sun is scorching; the drive is endless; you brace against the side of the Jeep for another bump in the road, and the seat is not soft.
There are dirty inns, narrow creaky beds, there is Hakkai’s hand over your mouth when he pushes inside and you forget, forget the fear and the tiredness, and the monkey-boy snoring on the other bed, and your own name. You moan, helpless, and pull him closer.
Or - there is rough tree bark against your back, and your hands tangle in his hair. The night sky is deep like a well; it’s so quiet save for cicadas, your groans at the shock of cold night air and then hot Hakkai’s mouth on you, and the sound of Hakkai tearing his own fly open.
Every day is a battle, and every night is all the brighter for it.
“I won’t lose you,” you say best you can with your hands and your cock and your tongue. “You’re mine.”
It’s different, but that’s fine. Every relationship can use a bit of a change.

Also for rheasilvia - Schuldig.

Title: Perspective
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Words: 100

Thoughts are like honey: sweet, fragrant, viscous. Touch them once and you start sticking to them - small tugs at your skin, sugary slickness on your lips; the closer you get the hungrier this void grows. You want to get in, to squeeze yourself in every tiny honeycomb headspace, to look back through their eyes, make sure you see yourself, make sure you’re real.
This mind is one of a kind, cool, smooth, near-opaque wall of blue glass. Bang your head against it; rest.
“You are so boring,” gasps Schuldig in wonderment, melting into the thrusts. Crawford growls and bites his shoulder.

For angharadd - Botan/Aya (and since she's bilingual in the same way I am and generally very cool, another one in Russian)

Title: Bond
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Words: 100

Late at night, before falling asleep, Aya sees dead people.
Father, quietly disapproving. Mother, horrified. Takatori, still laughing. All those he failed to save, cursing him. His victims, waiting.
And then there is Botan. He is his usual unceremonious self. He pushes through the crowd, sits on the bed, uninvited but confident that he's welcome here.
“How’s life, Aya?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
“This is my life you're living, after all. I want you to at least enjoy it.”
Botan’s ghost is warm and solid. Its fingers and lips smell of folding paper.
Sometimes, when it’s cold outside, it stays till morning.

For hibem  - Goku, Nataku, dreams.

Title: Lullaby
Fandom: Saiyuki
Words: 100

Goku dreams of sunlight trapped in Konzen’s hair, of Ken-nii’s smiles, of Ten-chan’s fingers tracing the kanji on a page. He dreams of flowers, secret places where tall trees grow, sweet red berries hiding in the grass, good friends laughing together.
Nataku shifts in his sleep, and Goku hugs him tighter.
Nataku dreams of blood, claws, pain, another blister burst against his sword handle, another callus forming on his palm. Cold eyes on him, faces turning away, as he walks his path, soaked in blood, alone.
He will not cry. He never cries.
Warm arms tighten around him and chase all the dreams away.

For megmurry - Jin-centric

Title: On their way
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Words: 100

When tired, they abandon all caution and sleep like children.
Fuu is curled up under the blanket, softly breathes and winces in her sleep. Mugen is sprawled on his back, knees apart, snoring loudly, scratching at his naked stomach. Someone needs to keep guard, to remember that safety is an illusion, to be completely awake when the hostile blade is drawn – no sloppiness, no mistakes. Jin doses lightly, sitting up against a tree, hand on a sword, resting yet always fully alert.
When he wakes up there’s often a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but they don’t talk about it.

For nekonexus - BtVS, Spike-centric

  Title: Golden days
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 100

He made it a rule to go with every impulse, no matter how crazy. He runs over that welcome sign as soon as he sees it. The car jars, Drusilla falls forward, and her dollie’s porcelain head smashes against the dashboard, cuts her face, and she cries and cries.

She's so fragile and precious, poor little bird, dark queen with a cloak full of eagles. He picks the shards out, licks the cuts closed, makes love to her on the back seat for hours; she laughs and writhes, and the stars twist above their heads.

Love is eternal. The poem writes itself.

 

For wildelamassu, who wanted something ridiculous with Sanzo and ice-cream

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Sanzo licked several long stripes up the length of the delectable treat he held in his hand, caught some wayward drops on his tongue, swallowed, relishing the flavour. Lemon sorbet, the very best thing on a hot, humid night like this. He wrapped his lips around the top of the popsicle and slowly, noisily sucked in tart sweetness through the pores of melting ice.

The room was deadly silent. Gojyo has been holding his breath for so long he started going blue. His Cherry Bomb cone was melting all over his fingers. Hakkuruu quietly nibbled on Hakkai’s forgotten Plain Vanilla while Goku openly drooled, not even asking for another portion of Triple Chocolate Chunk.

They all stared so much it was making his sorbet melt prematurely.

“What?” asked Sanzo.

Gojyo zipped up his jacket and got up.

“Screw the mahjong, I’m tired. I’m going to my room.”

“I’ll help you unpack,” said Hakkai, and they were out of the door in a second.

“I’ll take a shower,” said Goku and rushed to the bathroom.

Sanzo shrugged, finished off the sorbet in three quick bites, put his feet up and reached for the newspaper.

Peace and quiet were worth a couple of dirty tricks now and then.

 

More later!

Comments

[wildelamassu.livejournal.com]

Your icon is adorable!snark and I love it.

[nekonexus.livejournal.com]

heh, thanks ^_^ can't take credit for it, though -- bandanna_boy_17 made it. -=^_^=-