b_borealis

safekeeping

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 17:17:01 GMT

soo i still don't really have word on my computer, so putting these here for safekeeping, wrote them during September

Concrete Roses (Marluxia fic)

The simulated winter was not his idea. He poked the frozen soil sullenly with the sharpened tip of his trowel, moving Vexen one place up in his mental assassination list. New roses couldn't possibly survive in this, and both the summer AND autumn Damasks had been turned into a wilted still life. The climbing roses were still clinging stubbornly to life, but he could already feel their tendrils slipping, contorted figures with vicious thorns snagging desperately at the fabric of his being. Foolish as it may be, it made him almost--sad? to feel the delicate wisps of darkened green slipping, lush petals easily blown away by the slightest whispered draft. Oh, but the murder scene they created against the stark white of the greenhouse was thrilling, made the inexorable tug of his dying flowers almost worth it. Almost.

With a little shot of poison   (Reno fic)

Reno stalked into the bar, boots clunking wearily on the worn wood. 2 am and the nearly empty room would be expected to mind their own damned business, but they all turned. And stared. He would normally attribute this sort of attention to his disarming good looks, but the splashes and spatters of blood on his shirt were the more likely candidate. Bodies shifted to track his movements to the counter. Sliding on to the stool, he set his mag rod down heavily. It rolled an inch or two before he stopped it, slender, competent fingers playing over the grip in the familiar rhythm of a nameless tune. Chairs scraped in unison as the rest of the bar turned around to mind their own damned business again. He plucked disdainfully at the drying blood--sure he wasn't the neatest person, but hell he still had standards. Sighing, he blew several stray strands of hair out of his face.
     The mission had taken too long. Rude was doing clean up, would soon follow him to the bar, would be silent and nod his agreement. The mission had taken too long, things had gotten too personal, the couple had kids for fuck's sake. He shook his head, shrugged the clinging guilt off. It was clammy and caught at his stomach like cloth over nails. The bartender wandered over, hip leaning against the sink inside the counter. He stared at her evenly. Her shirt was too tight.
     "Another" he demanded.
     "....Another?"
     Reno squinted his eyes, a strange cross between a leer and a glare, as if his eyebrows couldn't quite figure out which expression to thrown at the woman. She nodded slowly, pretending to understand before floating off somewhere.
     They had kids (shit) and the son stared wide-eyed with horror when the father decided to struggle, smearing blood on Reno's already dirtied shirt. Rude scrambled to get the kid out of there, put him in the younger sister's room, and Reno had left. It was supposed to be a quiet job. The President had said the couple was some threat to something or other, that they had to be taken care of.
     A glass clinked down in front of him, drawing his mind back into a wavering focus. The shit was green. What the hell. He glanced up at the woman, raising a delicate eyebrow in question.
     "Mako shot. Not real mako of course, but it's a kicker..."
She trailed off and laughed nervously. Reno stared. Mako. Everything was about the goddamned mako. He laughed, bitter and loud, as the stupid woman shuffled away to clean invisible spots off the impeccably clean counter.

3:10 to Central, roy/ed

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 00:49:10 GMT

Title: 3:10 to Central
Rating: PG ish
Genre: light crack?
Pairing: roy/ed
Summary: stolen kisses stolen trains, life on the run with Roy Mustang. scene stolen and modified from 3:10 to Yuma

NOTE PLS: okay this fic is Old Crap, meaning it is one of the first roy/ed fics i wrote. Basically, it's here for laughs or hell someone might genuinely like it, but lmao feel free to point out my crappy crapness with it, i will most likely laugh

"You look kinda skinny"

Ed sighed defeatedly, his hands pausing in the motion of wiping down the bar before him. He relaxed his shoulders slightly at the feel of work-roughened fingertips brush aside his hanging ponytail, pressing instantly against the base of his neck.

"I feel kinda skinny"

Roy smiled a little at this, more of a smirk than anything else, moving his right hand to trace over the bump of a vertebrae, down further to skirt over the edge of the boy's collar. The gentle movement brought up memories of stolen nights in cheap inns, horses skittish in the morning when Ed and Roy were kicked out; the motion from hair to neck was the same Roy had used on his own black thoroughbred to calm the stamping and snorting beast. Nevertheless Ed leaned back into Roy's warmth and light touches, the other man shifting to wrap an arm securely around his waist, pulling them back to chest.

"That's alright," Roy murmured, hand spreading over the narrow shoulders, following the single stripe down Ed's rolled up sleeve before reaching bare skin at the elbow. Deft fiingers traced a vein up and down the underside of the slender wrist before linking together with equally calloused hands.

"As long as you've got green eyes to make up for it"

Ed tensed and began to pull away, but Roy lifted the arm around his waist, tilting Ed's face towards his own.

"Ed. Open your eyes."

He complied slowly, and Roy flashed a knowing smile, the kind a man got when Roy knew he would win in a quick draw.

"Gold's better than green anyway"

Ed looked somwhere between bewildered and pissed off. He opened his mouth to say something rude when Roy kissed him, arm returning to snake around the skinny waist. Feeling teeth nip lightly at his lips, Roy growled low in response, Ed's smile pressing against his own.

A Moment of Courtesy, ed/roy

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 19:24:10 GMT

Title: A Moment of Courtesy
Rating: PG
Genre: Diet Fluff, no calories or anything but still satisfying!
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Warning: my sense of humor is still regrowing, so no warnings for now
Summary: Just some snippy between the two, more of an exercise in interaction with dialog for me

Ed flumped down heavily on the couch, the back of his head knocking dully against the back of the sofa . Roy locked the door behind him, toeing off his military boots and tossing his keys wearily onto the table as he headed for the bedroom to change shirts.
"You know Ed, blood stains-you could have at least tried not to get it all over me" he tossed over his shoulder with a faint smile as he trudged down the hallway. He stripped off his shirt as he went, throwing it blindly into the laundry room. Reaching the bedroom door, he thought about having to scrub more shirts clean by the time they were done patching Ed up and changed his mind, veering off to the bathroom instead to grab the med kit. When he returned to the living room, Roy found that Ed had managed to get his own boots off at least, opting to prop his feet up on the coffee table (which, Roy noted silently, he had to move several noticeable inches closer to reach).
"Yeah well, I wear all this black because I'm such a kinky bastard" Ed retorted. Roy nodded wisely as he walked over to the table, setting the med kit down with one hand, tapping Ed's feet with the other indicating for him to move so he could sit across from him.
"I always knew there was a wild side to you" Roy responded, the tops of his knees touching the edge of the couch between Ed's legs.
Ed's scoff turned into a pained groan, left hand going to clutch at his right side where blood was starting to seep through again. Roy sighed and pulled Ed's hand away, peeling off the bloodied glove and dropping it to the floor. He held Ed's hand a moment longer, subtly reassuring himself by the solid warmth that yes, Ed was still whole. Roy left him to remove the other glove and proceeded in rolling up Ed's shirt over his stomach, displaying a shallow but wide knife wound just below his right ribcage. Roy whistled softly and absentmindedly lay a hand on Ed's hip to stop him fidgeting. A strip of skin about three fingers wide and just as long was sliced away and smeared with blood, and Ed hissed in suppressed pain when Roy traced a finger lightly around it.
"All right, it's going to hurt like hell, but take your shirt off" Roy told him, drawing back to pick up the damp towel he had snatched with the med kit.
"Oh well aren't you romantic" Ed shot back, gritting his teeth as he struggled with the black sleeveless shirt. Roy gave a world weary sigh and reached for the hem, helping to tug the shirt over Ed's feebly raised arms.
"You're the one who refused to go to a hospital, dear" Roy emphasized as the garment finally came free.
He let it drop to the ground with the glove and picked up the towel again. Ed gave no response, instead leaning back again into the cushions as Roy cleaned the wound as carefully as possible. There were bits of gravel and small shards of glass that Roy removed using tweezers, Ed only cursing loudly once when a particularly nasty piece of glass pinched a nerve. When Roy finished he dabbed some alcohol over the freshly pink but no longer oozing cut. It stung first and numbed second while Roy tightly taped on a white bandage pad. When he was done, he carefully repacked the bandages and screwed on the cap to the alcohol. He remained seated on the coffee table, knees still pressed against the couch, Ed's legs a warm weight on one side of him, room temperature on the other. Ed coughed awkwardly, drawing Roy's gaze to his own.
"Uhh..thanks. For, you know--this" he waved an encompassing hand.
"Of course," Roy allowed the corner of his mouth to turn up, "I wouldn't want you bleeding all over my couch."
Ed rolled his eyes and reached out to grasp one of Roy's hands. He raised an eyebrow delicately, the pad of his thumb brushing over the back of Ed's hand.
Ed shook his head slightly, forehead furrowing in fond annoyance.
"You know what I mean."
Roy started to nod but stopped, slumping forward instead, coming to rest heavily against Ed's body, careful of the wound. He blew softly, teasingly, against Ed's neck, a few untucked strands of blond hair rustling against Ed's ear as he did so. Roy mumbled something, burrowing his face against Ed's shoulder, one hand interlaced, the other returning to rest on the young man's hip. His fingers absently stroked the flesh below the tape of the bandage. Ed gave a small huff, silently amused by Roy's concern and reached up to card through the short, black hair with his automail hand. Joints clinked quietly as he mussed up Roy's hair.
"Oh come on, give me some credit-that other guy was an idiot and an amateur. And besides, I'm fine now" he spoke softly into Roy's ear.
He felt the other man nod against the junction between neck and shoulder while the fingers at his hip simultaneously dragged over his stomach, following a more devious path downwards. Ed gave a short laugh, moving his hand from Roy's head to slap away the curious fingers.
"Now, now, you don't ravish the damsel in distress right after rescuing her."
Ed felt more than heard Roy's quiet laugh reverberate through his body and smiled.

A/N: interesting thing about couches, apparently in the 1800s they were primarily seat for the ladies. And the word sofa is Arabic. Thanks Wikipedia!

atten-SHUN

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:34:56 GMT

So. It has come to my attention that I haven't posted anything in a while and haven't commented on anything or anyone that i normally follow/read, or basically commented on anything. I am not dead. I hope that will please the approx. 3 people that actually look at this, hahaha <3

I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, it's not so much writer's block as it is just not writing. But I have a few things up my slightly smelly sleeve that I'll be putting up in the next few days, such as a fic I find terribly Boring but was birthed anyway, and some Old Stuff that will be good for a few laughs and will make me feel better about my writing now

So I just wanted to say sorry to the people who have actually been doing things and i haven't shown my appreciation for you because really, more often then not it's your fics that keep me amongst the living

Overview: I am alive and still lacking that wicked sense of humor i always wanted, I will be posting some crap in the next few days, and I feel bad about not telling people how much I love them because I do so love them and their writing

A Moment's Reprieve, 3/3

Sun, 18 May 2008 18:53:52 GMT

Title: A Moment's Reprieve, Part 3/3
Rating: PG
Genre: more fluff than your average (teddy) bear
Pairing: roy/ed
Warning: once again, I'm not clever
Summary: Final part out of 3 quasi-domestic ficlets. This one has some similarities (clothing, etc) but is NOT a continuation of any of the others. Rather, how Ed wakes up compared to Roy

Ed stumbled down the hallway, haphazardly tripping over an open book as he followed the wavering trail of mmm omelets into the kitchen. His socks slid smoothly on the floor as he shuffled more than walked to Roy, who stood with eggs and a pan, still damp from showering and clad only in loose drawstring pants. Ed was too half asleep to even bother dressing past boxers and one of Roy’s loose shirts, various ink and coffee stains blooming over it like bruises. Curling his fingers comfortably over the slight jut of Roy’s hips, Ed inhaled as he leaned against his back, forehead resting between the curves of shoulder blades. Roy set down the frying pan, moving his hand to lightly brush the one clasped around his hip, calloused fingers rubbing small circles over an automail joint. Ed ‘hmm’d and pressed his head insistently against Roy’s back as he asked in a sleep-slurred voice,
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’”
Roy stilled for a moment before laughing, voice rich and clear, and Ed had to hide his smile between those shoulder blades because it was bad enough he had just complimented the man, but to let Roy see that he enjoyed it because he enjoyed him would result in burnt omelets.

A Moment's Reprieve, 2/3

Sun, 04 May 2008 19:54:08 GMT

Title: A Moment's Reprieve, Part 2/3
Rating: PG
Genre: try not to suffocate in all the fluff
Pairing: roy/ed
Warning: i can't think of anything clever this time around...
Summary: Part 2 of a set of quasi-domestic ficlets. they can all be stand-alones, since they aren't part of an overall fic, i just grouped them together because they are similar thematically
ALSO: really sorry this took so long-my computer has had a virus for a week, and i'm visiting my grandparents right now, so i commandeered the computer. and i just re-read it and am now hoping i didn't make them too out of character

Roy yawned and stretched, feeling his way along the wall down the hallway as various breakfasty smells wafted throughout the house. Ed was diligently turning over thick slices of bacon, not even twitching when grease spittered and spattered onto his hand. Right. Automail. Roy hadn’t bothered to dress further than a pair of faded sleep pants, pleased to notice that Ed wore only his boxers and one of Roy’s own shirts, which hung invitingly off his left shoulder. He padded barefoot into the kitchen, slipping both arms snugly around Ed’s waist and buried his face in the still warm skin of Ed’s neck, delighting in the scent of linens and soap and, he noted possessively, him. He could feel Ed’s soft, contained laughter reverberate through to his hands and sighed indolently, blowing gold strands of hair into the boy’s face. Ed ‘hmph’d and jabbed him lightly in the ribs to which Roy only rested his chin on the exposed shoulder. He didn’t smirk or even smile because that would require too much damn energy and right now he wanted to drape himself over Ed like a blanket. He opted instead for lazy open mouth kisses along the taut shoulder muscles, nipping lightly when he found the top of a shoulder blade. This earned him a small whack on the forehead with the spatula, and he emitted a cross between a whine and a growl. Looking up, he paused as everything seemed to fade to background noise at the sight of Ed’s barely there but all-encompassing smile. It was becoming too easy for Roy to ignore the rest of the universe when the whole world fit with terrifying perfection inside of his arms.

A Moment's Reprieve, Part 1/3

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:14:04 GMT

Title: A Moment's Reprieve, Part 1/3
Author: b_borealis
Rating: PG
Genre: meh, fluff
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: mustang should be his own warning
Summary: Part 1 out of 3 little quasi-domestic ficlets. Because it's Sunday and I'm lazy, and I think they deserve a to be lazy as well.

Roy rolled over half asleep, slinging an arm over the slender waist, nosing the sleep warm skin of Ed’s neck left exposed by blond hair spilling over the pillow. Sunlight filtered through the dirty window, rain spotted from the early morning showers. Roy murmured contentedly, nowhere near fully awake but conscious enough to recognize Ed’s lingering scent, close enough to feel Ed’s back press against his chest whenever he breathed. Roy flattened his hand against the boy’s stomach, fingers moving languidly over skin they had long since memorized. He felt Ed sigh deeply, muscles shifting beneath his palm as he rolled over onto his back.

“Fuckin perv,” Ed mumbled clumsily, eyes still closed, voice low and rough from the night before. Roy opened his mouth to mutter something incoherent and no doubt rude, instead exhaling in an “Oof” as an automail arm flopped over onto his own and landed heavily across his waist. Ed tucked his head underneath Roy’s chin, warm breath ghosting over his bare collarbone.

Roy sighed as Ed’s feet squirmed, attempting to dislodge his socks, giving up half way through and falling back asleep. Roy took it upon himself to readjust their limbs, sliding his arm out from beneath the weighty automail, settling the metal fingers to rest at his hip while his own arm lay once more across Ed’s waist. His hand now traced along the vertebrae of a naked back, coming to rest between narrow shoulder blades. Ed hummed appreciatively, burrowing further into Roy’s chest. Roy allowed his eyes to open slowly, smiling faintly in pure contentment. He looked leisurely around the room, eyes moving from lamp to dresser to bookshelf until coming to rest at the partial view of the bathroom counter, made visible by the separating door left ajar. Eyes roving over the familiar objects for another moment, he let himself slip back into a blissful unconsciousness entangled with the sightsmelltouchsound of the boy, because really-life seemed so much slower with Ed’s toothbrush by the mirror.

alcohol, greedxkimbley

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 08:08:47 GMT

so i havent put anything up in a while, but here is a short thing i just wrote, for a friend

Title: Alcohol
Pairing: GreedxKimbley
Rating: PG w/e

There was always the nagging question of who would be on top, or maybe who would top from the bottom, or even something as simple as who would be against the wall, depending on how…driven…they were feeling that night. Or afternoon. Or morning. It was kind of difficult to flip yourself on top, Kimbley mused, when you are thrown bodily onto the bar counter. Not that he was one to give up so easily, but for now he let Greed leer in amusement and run his hands over the slightly too skinny planes of Kimbley’s chest, pausing only to lift the black shirt up and over his head. The glass from the broken bottles of vodka and absinthe dug (not too unpleasantly) into his back, and Greed wrapped an arm around the other’s waist, raising Kimbley’s hips to press against his own. Kimbley hissed in either pain or pleasure, thunking his head solidly against the counter, hands flexing against the nodes on Greed’s chest, gripping and waiting to do what they did best. Greed ground his hips down further, pulling his hand back to lick the blood on his fingertips from Kimbley’s back.

“Might want to hold off on the whole explosive orgasm there,” Greed laughed and glanced around at the spilt alcohol “just might set yourself on fire”

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 05:05:25 GMT

okay i am a horrible person and still havent re-posted the links even though like, three people have asked me too
i promise promise promise that i will put them up within the next week
i feel really awful because i want to spread the love here, but unfortunately life decides to say "hope, fuck that, you get to do math and physics instead"

so yes. im really sorry. but they will be up by next friday.

the links shall be re-posted!!

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 01:53:14 GMT

OKAY
i solemnly swear that i will re-post the links tonight

im going to do my math homework and some of whatever else i have left then i will be back to re-post them

i'll put up both MF and YSI

im really sorry for the delay-dont you just hate it when life gets in the way?
(and how that rhymed...)

Go Fish

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 07:10:33 GMT

okay, so im working on re-posting the tracks, it takes a bit of time, so in the meanwhile i have this

Title: Go Fish
Pairing: Greed/Kimbley
Rating: PG/13-ish (im such a party pooper.)
A/N: the title has nothing to do with it. at all. and i know, im lame, more hot gay g/k sex later, i promise
also, i might continue this, and by that i mean edit it to make it longer but meh, we'll see

Greed smiled and sauntered over to the bar where Kimbley sat lighting a bit of napkin on fire, the corner of his mouth turning slightly upward as the cloth shriveled into itself and writhed in smoke. He casually leaned over the other’s shoulder and slid a hand deftly underneath the black shirt, rubbing his fingertips lightly over the protruding spine.

“So, what do you say Crimson Alchemist? Wanna have a go tonight?”

Kimbley spun around slowly in his chair, causing Greed’s hand to slide around to his stomach. He placed his own two tattooed palms against the carbon hardened chest in front of him and grinned wickedly.

“You touch me again and you die. You may have that shell protecting you on the outside but oh I can just feel your atoms vibrating around inside, pulsating, and…”

He trailed off and shuddered as the pleasant, warm tingle of boom spread from his hands up his arms. Kimbley fully expected Greed to at least back off a bit, most of them did, although he wouldn’t deny that he was hoping for a bit of a challenge with this one.

But Greed just tipped his head down, looking over the rim of his sun glasses and grinned

“Go for it.”

Buttons

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 05:15:33 GMT

Title: Buttons
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Rating: PG (lame, i know)
Warnings: not really

A/N: writen quickly and for a friend. she gave me the word 'button' and said go crazy.

Ed peeked around the office door, scanning quickly for any signs of Mustang movement. Al clanged a bit behind him, tapping his shoulder and asking if he was really going to be this immature about handing in a report, but Ed shrugged off the hand.

“Look, Al, I’m tired. You’re tired of me being tired. If he isn’t here, then I can just drop the damn thing off and we can go on with our lives. So please, just keep an eye out and make sure Colonel Fuckhead doesn’t show up?”

Al sighed, disapproving of Ed’s attitude towards Colonel Mustang-the man really wasn’t that bad, and they both owed him a lot. But it was futile to argue with Ed at this point, so he clanked around and planted himself in front of the door. Ed nodded his approval and not so stealthily slipped into the office, performing an over-exaggerated creep up to the empty desk scattered with various forms, requests and other reports. No sooner had he cleared the door did it slam shut behind him; whipping around to yell at Al that someone could hear, dammit, he was instead faced with an eyeful of smirking, leering, smug bastard to hell Mustang.

“Well, well, Fullmetal-it seems the mouse has taken the bait” Roy said as he sauntered closer.

Ed turned red and stepped into a battle stance, grinding out

“I’m not a mouse, shithead.”

Roy stopped a couple feet away, preparing to make the mandatory short joke when he noticed Ed staring intently at his chest. Ed wasn’t one to not look someone in the eye, especially during insults, so Roy just stood there stupidly and tried to figure out what could be so fascinating about his chest.

Ed was completely entranced, dropping the papers he was carrying unnoticed onto the floor. He stared. They shone and shimmered like small wavering arrays in the air, shifting in the light every time Roy breathed and Ed could not look away because there had to be something unnatural about the way those two buttons practically glowed.

Roy sighed, which made Ed twitch and mutter a little, but received no further response.

“Ed, if you wish to undress me with your eyes, you could simply have asked me to remove my clothes.”

He thought this a smarmy enough remark and waited for the inevitable shouting match to pick up speed again.

“Uh-huh. Sure. Clothes…”

Roy suppressed a smirk and slowly closed the distance between himself and Ed, glad that Alphonse was guarding the door. They might be a while…

oi

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 04:56:16 GMT

okay i officially hate links and want to spork them to death
thus anything posted elsewhere will just be a link to here

Incredible

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:05:14 GMT

Title: Incredible
Pairing: Greed/Kimbley
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings:...not really

A/N: once again, written quickly and not edited much. laziness and all...

His eyes ache and his skull hurts and he is all around fucking tired but he can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes because he is fucking addicted to Greed. He thrives off of the knowing, cocky smirk, the pure bastard, teasing personality that forms Greed. They’re fucking again, for the countless time that day, and any second now Kimbley will make Greed explode, smearing bits of him everywhere, coating himself in a thin sheen of blood, and just the thought of it makes him harder than ever. Kimbley jerks his hips forward viciously, and when Greed leans forward and bites down hard on his shoulder, razor sharp teeth scraping along and drawing blood, he can no longer resist and slams into orgasm, releasing the energy from his burning palms. Boom! Greed has exploded and Kimbley swears, just as he did the last time, that this was his best orgasm yet, and as Greed reforms himself there is a smooth devil’s laugh rippling through the air. Once he is completely back together, Greed is still laughing and licks the smears of leftover blood off Kimbley’s chest, tracing his tongue up the pale neck slightly shimmering with red, whispering harshly into his ear

“You are fucking incredible.”

beautiful cage

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 08:48:23 GMT

beautiful cage, tracks 1-7 for

fantasia0829

track 1: http://download.yousendit.com/C7D7183B2D090BAD

track 2: http://download.yousendit.com/88CAC0D74C56ADF8

track 3: http://download.yousendit.com/A20F12E3118EE7D9

track 4: http://download.yousendit.com/E305C52956A7AF9E

track 5: http://download.yousendit.com/CA34AE2A495F54C4

track 6: http://download.yousendit.com/678E8F22302B4E65

track 7: http://download.yousendit.com/D2012D02437355DB

it says they are available for 7 days, so if you dont get to them by then, tell me and i can re-do it

listen alllll the way through track 7 XD

* EDIT: FOR PEOPLE WHO SAY THE ABOVE LINKS AREN'T WORKING, THIS IS THE SAME THING BUT FROM MEDIAFIRE.COM. THESE ARE THE SHARING URLS. PLEASE TELL ME IF I AM PUTTING UP THE WRONG LINK, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE USED MEDIAFIRE

track 1: http://www.mediafire.com/?0vhdyy9zkgb

track 2: http://www.mediafire.com/?ed2d0n1nbdm

track 3: http://www.mediafire.com/?00zznueurhv

track 4: http://www.mediafire.com/?1py1l1ctbot

track 5: http://www.mediafire.com/?ekjykdvt9dk

track 6: http://www.mediafire.com/?fejz9mkes04

track 7: http://www.mediafire.com/?1ll3opx0lst

-and seriously, if i put up the wrong links and it is impossible to figure out how to download, then just ask me and i can give you my account information for there and then you can download it semi-manually-

Avarice

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 07:07:32 GMT

because i am so lame and can't quite figure out how to cross post things. so this is just another copy of the one at the greedxkimblee community

Title: Avarice
Where: FMA
Pairing: Greed/Kimbley
Rating: PG13
Warnings: not really

Why did discovering Kimbley’s plan for betrayal make him hard? Greed paused and glanced down at his rather excited self and thought through this. Because betrayal and disloyalty were part of avarice and avarice (obviously) meant greed and he really couldn’t get enough of himself. This characteristic of Kimbley’s, to betray and the secrecy behind it, was all so horribly attractive and Greed found that he just could not resist the challenge of perhaps changing the Crimson Alchemist’s mind. He grinned widely and bared all of his shark-like teeth, sliding his thumb over them to make sure they were sharp enough to draw blood. Kimbley was obviously a sadist, and it was a high probability that he was also one in bed.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out” Greed mumbled as he stalked off to locate him.

He would just have to try and fuck the betrayal out of Kimbley.

KH drabble

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 06:44:26 GMT

Title : none-a drabble
Where: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Rating: PG
Warnings: none, a bit of sad but not really if you think about it

Roxas sighed and leaned back into Axel's warmth, his bare back sticking slightly to Axel's naked chest. It was quiet for a moment before Roxas broke the silence.

"...Axel?" he inquired, "You awake?"

"Mmph..." was all he got in response. Roxas ignored this and continued on

"If...when...you get a heart-what's the first thing you'll do?"

Axel laughed quietly, wrapping his arms around the lean frame in front of him, leaning down to nip the boy’s ear before whispering seductively

"Break yours..."

Roxas smiled at this, eager to feel every sensation a heart could provide, even the pain of it breaking.

Satisfaction

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 22:47:00 GMT

Title: Satisfaction (companion piece to 'Inflections')
Where: Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney
Pairing: Miles/Phoenix
Rating: PG
Warnings: ...over capitalization of places?
A/N: this was written in about 5 minutes, not really edited except for spelling

After the trial, Miles followed Phoenix out of the Courthouse, both keeping their silence until they reached the Waiting Room. Phoenix dropped his briefcase on the nearby couch and turned toward Miles, an inquiring look on his face. Their eyes met and there was something not quite right about the way Edgeworth was looking at him, something almost needy that piqued Phoenix’s curiosity. Then Miles moved suddenly, backing Phoenix up against the wall, using his own body to pin Phoenix still. He immediately started to struggle against the other man, his mind reeling with questions and insinuations, but Miles used the slight height difference to his advantage. Grabbing both of the flailing arms by the wrist, he held them firmly in his own hands above Phoenix’s head. Miles pressed his hips against the other man’s, and the scowl which had formed on Phoenix’s face quickly dissipated, his mouth opening slightly to gasp. Miles took this opportunity to trace Phoenix’s lips with his tongue before kissing him firmly and possessively. Phoenix had never really thought about kissing someone, kissing Miles of all people, but with the continuing pressure below his waist and the fact that Miles was doing truly wicked things to his mouth did make him seriously consider it. He couldn’t stop himself as he let out a low moan.

“Miles…”

Miles smirked in self satisfaction. So that’s what it sounded like…

Inflections

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 22:02:57 GMT

Title: Inflections
Where: Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney
Pairing: Miles/Phoenix
Rating: G
Warnings: none
A/N: yes, my titles are lame. deal with it

Miles stood leering in the stuffy court room, watching as Phoenix presented his case. Hearing a discrepancy in the information, he quickly raised his voice to bring attention to it. However, before Miles could really get into the argument, Phoenix cut him off by yelling a loud

“OBJECTION!”

He rolled his eyes, thinking about the different inflections Phoenix placed on the overused word. Miles smirked and also wondered, not for the first time, what inflections Phoenix might put on his own name when said, perhaps, in a gasping breath or a keening moan.

Pear

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 21:19:04 GMT

Title: Pear
Where: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Rating: PG-ish
Warnings: written very late at night for a friend, so probably not the best
A/N: the title has nothing to do with it. at all.

Light walked slightly behind L, the handcuffs between them clinking together. L stopped in front of a largish brown door and reached up with his right hand, causing Light’s left to jerk up behind it. Light narrowed his eyes at the other as they walked through the hotel room, intent on catching every detail of every movement he made. L shuffled through the empty candy wrappers that littered the floor, nudging them out of the way with his toes, while Light crunched over them disrespectfully. L glared down at the shoes currently massacring the floor.

“Would you mind removing your shoes before you walk any further?”

Light just stared at him, tempted by the thought to disobey and keep them on, for the entertainment of annoying the other to prove that just because L told him to do something didn’t mean he would. But then again maybe that defiance was a characteristic L had recognized in Kira; maybe by not taking off his shoes, he was displaying similarities that would lead L to a definitive conclusion of who he really was. Or, Light thought furiously, maybe by taking them off he seemed too eager to disprove that he was Kira, and that in itself would be condemning-as if he were trying to hide something. Which he was, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that if Light took of his shoes he would lose, and if he kept them on, he would lose also. Light sighed and started to toe them off, but this by no means meant that L had won. He had simply postponed his defeat. Light would win this. Whatever this was.

Once Light had removed his shoes (L smirked ‘Hah. I won that round’) and he was certain there would be no more crumpling of such delectable candies, L padded over to the couch, dragging a somewhat disgruntled Light behind him. With his customary hop onto the (in Light’s opinion) repulsive paisley cushion, he immediately folded his legs against himself, forcing Light to sit down as well.

“Light, would you mind switching on the television? I would like to watch the news for any more reports on Kira.”

Oh, such an innocent request it seemed. But Light knew what L really wanted. He wanted to observe Light and gauge his reaction, like he was just some sort of specimen. So Light glanced over and said as placidly as he could

“Yes, L. I think I would mind.”

L was somewhat taken aback by Light’s response, having expected him to grumble a bit before switching it on but quickly covered up his surprise with a blank stare.

“Well, I do not blame you for being nervous. If there are no more killings reported, then that would make the possibility of you being Kira raise by 9.6 percent. However, if you do concede now that I have said this, it also raises the percentage by 3.4.”

Light cursed quietly, angry at having been bested by this candy-ridden-posture-lacking man twice.

“Whatever.” He ground out, and proceeded to look around for the remote, really not in the mood to stand up, drag L up, walk over, and push the ‘on’ button. He looked over and saw it resting a few inches from L’s heel, wedged slightly between the cushions. Why did everything have to be so difficult…

“Would you mind, please handing me that remote, or maybe switching it on yourself?”

But L simply ignored him, either deep in concentration or just trying to piss him off.

“You know,” Light began, “if you would just take these damn things off, then I wouldn’t have to ask you for the remote. I could just get up and we could get on with our lives.”

L finally turned his attention to the other

“Do not be so careless. You know I cannot remove the handcuffs until I am certain you are not a threat.”

Light growled angrily “I am not a fucking threat. Now would you please just take the goddamn things off?!”

L stared at him, amusement in his eyes, even if he wouldn’t smile, and seemed to be calculating something.

“Unfortunately Light, your anger is not helping. So far you have acted in a way that fits the personality profile of Kira, and have done nothing to lower the chances that you might not be.”

Light was about to shout something back about stupid bed head know-it-alls who act like the world is there to serve them, when an idea formed in his mind.

He leaned over slowly so as not to alarm L, and breathed quietly into the other’s ear

“And would Kira do this…?”

When L turned his head to inquire what exactly was meant by that, he was cut off by a soft pressure on his lips and realized that Light was kissing him. He couldn’t exactly shove him off, as they were chained together, so L decided to do the only logical thing he could come up with at the time. He kissed back.

Light had not been expecting this, waiting instead for L to punch him in the stomach or at the very least struggle against him. His surprise caused him to emit a small gasp, giving L perfect access to the inside of his mouth. Light realized his mistake as he felt the other’s tongue and was about to bite down on it when he realized something. He was now leaning fully against L, whose legs had unfolded and now lay under him, their knees knocking together. He was on top. Of L. He had won something he wasn’t even aware he was competing for.

‘Well,’ Light thought smugly to himself, ‘I shouldn’t let this victory go to waste’

And with that he kissed back, using the battle for tongue dominance as a distraction as he worked his free right hand underneath L’s baggy shirt, scraping his nails lightly against L’s ribs. L broke the kiss at this point, tipping his head back and moaning quietly, trying not to give away that he actually enjoyed Light practically spontaneously molesting him. Light just grinned wickedly and once more scratched his nails down, this time harder and starting from L’s chest. L moaned again, this time louder as Light bit down softly on his neck, secretly enjoying the sounds the other was making.

“N-no.” L said brokenly “I do not think th-that, ah! Kira would do that…”

“Mmm” Light hummed in agreement, working his way up L’s pale throat, biting softly then dragging his tongue along the reddening marks.

“And what about this…?”

Light reached up with his left hand, L’s right following it, and raked it through L’s hair, pushing it back from around his ears. He was about to start nibbling away on the lobe when he noticed a small marking there. It looked like a piercing, but there was no earring. Light failed miserably at resisting the thought that he found this hidden mark of L’s extremely alluring, and pressed his body full against the one beneath him, their hips aligning cause both to moan unashamedly loud. Light rocked his own waist down, eliciting another small gasp as he breathed hotly against L’s ear

“A piercing, hmm? Well, I must say it does look quite attractive”

And with that he bit down gently, tracing his tongue against the small indentation, teasing the lobe between his teeth. L arched off the couch and grasping Light’s shirt with his free left hand muttered “Off”. Unfortunately the best they could do with their wrists chained together was unbutton it, but that was enough to distract Light as L suddenly pushed all his weight off the couch and onto Light, successively flipping himself on top.

“Now,” L said calmly, fighting off a smile at the anger on Light’s face. He ran his fingers suggestively over Light’s thigh, causing him to breathe harshly at the sensation.

“Where were we…”

Cheating

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 19:14:38 GMT

Title: Cheating
Rating: PG13/R
From: FFVII
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack
Warnings: all three of 'em in one place. danger will robinson, danger! (also, this is shameless porn.)
A/N: I saw somewhere a prompt that said to write a fic on your current user icon, without editing it or anything and just basically writing, so that's what this is...

When Cloud had told them about Sephiroth, saying he guessed he could call him a ‘war buddy’, what he really meant was that they fucked like rabbits practically every night. He also neglected to include that Zack quite often joined them, unable to stay away from both of them at once after the first time he walked in on the two kissing. It was the most glorious day in his life, Zack reckoned, as it had given him the most splendid possibilities that hadn’t presented themselves before. He was just going to check in with Sephiroth, turn in some paper work etc., when he walked in on him and Cloud making out in the middle of the room. Both of his boyfriends were cheating on him with each other?! He couldn’t help but feel a little left out. So he snuck up behind Cloud and dug his hands into the boy’s front pockets, nibbling a bit on his ear. Cloud broke the kiss with a yelp, and over Sephiroth’s quiet laugh he heard Zack whisper

“My, my Cloud, what am I going to do with you?”

Cloud had looked absolutely mortified then, and was going to try and explain how he loved them both, and that since Zack had been away so much recently, well…

But Zack cut him off before he could even say anything by moving his hands from the pockets to down Cloud’s pants, slightly cupping the forming arousal. Cloud immediately went slack in Zack’s arms, leaning back into the other and making soft moaning noises. Zack meet Sephiroth’s eyes over the cooing blonde and really, the man was too damn sexy for his own good. Sephiroth pressed himself against Cloud’s body, erections slightly rubbing together against Zack’s hands and oh that felt positively splendid. Zack met Sephiroth over the blonde’s shoulder, their tongues reaching out and entwining before their lips even met. Cloud’s erection momentarily forgotten, Zack removed his hands and instead buried them in Sephiroth’s silver (and quite effeminate) hair. Cloud sidestepped out of the way, giving the two more room which was immediately filled by their bodies pressing needily against each other. Zack was a very vocal person, and voiced his pleasure at what Sephiroth was doing with his tongue, the noises going straight to both Sephiroth and Cloud’s cock. Cloud let out a high pitched squeak of arousal at seeing the two men so…intimate…, that noise drawing them away from each other and back to the delectable blond before them. Sephiroth had on a feral grin and Zack smirked like no other.

“We,” Zack pointed out, “are going to need a sturdy bed.”

Objection

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 07:12:13 GMT

Title: Objection
Where: Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney
Pairing: Miles/Phoenix
Rating: G
Warnings: none
A/N: havent played the game, so forgive the off characterization. also for a friend

Miles entered his office in a flurry of papers and movement, dropping his briefcase uncaringly to the ground and sauntered towards Phoenix. The other lawyer glanced up, about to inquire what prompted such an intrusion, but was quickly cut off when Miles backed him into the desk, lacing their fingers together.

“What,” Phoenix asked incredulously, “the hell do you think you are doing, Edgeworth?”

But Miles only smirked and leaned in, effectively cutting off any further protest by kissing him hard. Phoenix made a small sound, whether protest or acceptance Miles couldn’t really tell, but he assumed the latter as Phoenix wrapped an arm around the other’s waist.

Miles drew back and smirked, amused at where this had led to, originally expecting to get punched in the face.

“I see you aren’t objecting to this” he said haughtily.

Phoenix only rolled his eyes, pulling Miles closer to him.

Nerves + Unobtainable, You Can Kill Me Tonight

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 03:07:06 GMT

Title: Nerves
Where: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Greed/Kimbley
Rating: PG
Genre: general, established relationship
Warnings: kimbley's long hair?

He feels sick all over, his head alternating between pounding and a constant pressure. He sneezed once from inhaling too much of the dust floating randomly around the room, jolting his stomach into rebellious action. There was a strange warmth pooling in the pit of it, the sickening feeling that preceded vomiting. He stared dully at the bright lamp by his bed, idling wondering if it would pop or shatter if he exploded it. He clutched tiredly at his stomach, wanting so much to sleep and was frustrated at the pain his body was giving him. But what annoyed him the most was that he wasn’t supposed to fucking worry over why Greed wasn’t back yet when it was almost dawn. He shouldn’t care, so why did he? Why did he become literally sick with nerves? He wasn’t a goddamn woman, he was the fucking Crimson Alchemist. His complaints were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door, and Greed sauntered into the room.

“Hey, I’m back. Had a bit of an…issue…with some whore on 5^th Street.”

Because really, the banshee obviously had some nasty diseases crawling around in her and the words ‘fuck off’ meant nothing to the criminally disgusting.

But Kimbley just nodded once before vomiting all over the floor in relief. Greed snorted at the mess.

“How romantic” he drawled, but quickly sat down beside Kimbley to hold his hair back as the man emptied his stomach onto their floor.

drabble #1:
Title:Unobtainable
Where: FMA
Pairing: G/K
Rating: PG (swearing, etc.)
Warnings: none, really

Kimbley was absolutely batshit crazy. He was so insane that he had quite possibly gone full circle, landing right back in with sanity. But he was also down right fucking hot, especially when he made things go boom, was arrogant and unnerving, carrying a scent of betrayal which Greed found arousingly attractive. Kimbley’s resistance made him even more irresistible, he was everything untouchable, and remained that way. At least for a little while. Then, finally, when he managed to turn Kimbley’s annoyed ‘no’ into a moaning ‘yes’, Greed had obtained the unobtainable.

He fucked it three times that night, too.

drabble #2
Title: You Can Kill Me Tonight
Where: FMA
Pairing:G/K
Rating: PG/PG13-ish
Warnings: mentions of sex?

“Look,” Greed sighed, somewhat exasperated, “I’ll let you kill me tonight if you want. I know you haven’t made anything go boom in a while, and being your pervert self, you can kill me if you want.”

Kimbley weighed the pros and cons, quickly deciding it was worth it. It did feel fucking incredible when the double sensation of explosion and orgasm occurred, the blood splattering against his body making the most delectable squelching noise. Oh, and the shield which could create such a circuit of ecstasy that he really couldn’t wait to kill Greed.

“Fine. You can top tonight.”

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 03:00:01 GMT

okay this is a fic journal, and i will mostly post things to some communities, so the fics here are mostly back-ups or maybe just little spurts of ideas i had. and sometimes the cuts i use will lead here, just to make me feel good when i get comments (because really, we are all comment whores on the inside) so yes.