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Fic - Speed Racer (Movie '08) - Yakuza/Taejo

2008-10-01T08:57:36Z

Title: Driving Free
Pairing: Teppedoma (Yakuza) x Taejo Togokhan

Rating: PG-13

Description: A conversation and more. (god I’m awful at descriptions)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Speed Racer or any of its characters.

The roar of the car’s engine died down as Taejo pulling into the racing garage from the dark track of Thunderhead having just finished running a few laps. He had gotten into an argument with his father earlier that day and, under the advice of his friend Speed, he ended up at the tracks to race off some frustration. As he pulled into the storage space for the car he noticed that the driver for the Yakuza was working on his own car. Taejo took off his helmet as he stepped out of the car, placing it on the driver’s seat. When he looked up from doing so he saw the only other driver in the garage staring at him. He narrowed his eyes at the other man, putting up an angry front. “What are you looking at?”

A small smirk graced Teppedoma’s lips. “Nothing, just wondering why pretty little rich boy is out here this late at night.”

Taejo sneered at the other man. “I could ask you the same question, old man.”

Not fazed by the snide remark, the white haired driver twirled the wrench in his hand, his smirk growing. “What I’m doing is a little obvious, don’t you think?”

Taejo rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have mechanics for that sort of thing?”

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean I trust the lot of them. There are a lot of people who would love to see me killed out on the track. Many being the very mechanics you just mentioned, they’d kill to become my replacement.” Teppedoma set back to working on the engine of his car, checking for any overlooked or deliberate faults. “Would you trust a bunch of thugs like that to work on your car and not sabotage it in some way to achieve their own goals?”

The other man did have a point, the young Asian thought. He crossed his arms and shifted on his feet. “Then why drive for them when you know all of this?”

The older man chuckled and shrugged. “What can I say, I like to live dangerously.”

Taejo let a small smile form on his lips, finding the other man’s arrogance and brashness entertaining. “I see.”

“What about you? Why are you here this late?” Teppedoma finished up the rest of his fixes and looked of at the younger racer.

Taejo looked at the Yakuza racer trying to decide weather or not to tell him the truth. He really didn’t want to hear the other mocking him, but he also didn’t want to keep it bottled up inside any longer either. “I had an argument with my father; I needed to sooth my nerves.”

Teppadoma, being true to his nature, did mock him. “Awww, poor little Taejo arguing with daddy. What, did he tell you that he was cutting your allowance?”

“He told me that I was to quit racing.” The dark haired racer sat on the cooling hood of his car staring at the floor. The memory of the argument came rushing back as he talked about it. He really hate arguing with his father, it always seemed one sided to him. “He said that no heir of his was going to run the family business and play around on a track trying to win some silly race.”

Teppedoma almost couldn’t believe his ears. Sure the kid wasn’t the greatest driver in the world, but he had talent, which was quite rare now a day. Hell, if the brat honed his skills well enough he might even have a chance at beating Teppedoma someday….maybe. “That’s not what you want, is it?”

Taejo just laughed coldly. “Why would what I want matter? It’s not like I have a choice.”

“Like hell you don’t have a choice.” Teppedoma growled out, this whole thing sounded far too familiar and was opening some really old and painful memories.

“No, I don’t, if my father wants something done then it gets done whether I like it or not.” Taejo let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. “Trust me, I would love to have a say in the matter, but my father won’t hear of it. But to answer your question, what I want is to race; it’s the one thing that I’ve ever really been passionate about.”

“Then race.”

“But…”

“Shove what your father says up his ass.” The white haired racer smirked at the shocked expression on the younger man’s face, as if the thought of actually disobeying his father never even crossed his mind. “This is your life, not his. He has no right to try and control it for you.”

Taejo just contemplated what was being said to him, after a few moments he looked up at the other man. “You sound as if you know this from experience.”

Teppedoma sighed and leaned against his own car. “My parents pretty much wanted the same thing for me what your father does for you. I almost went with it too.” He shifted his weight; it had been a long time since he discussed his family with someone. And the only reason he could think of as to why he was telling Taejo would be because he saw a little of himself in him.

“What made you decide not to?”

The fair haired man grinned at the memory that popped into his head. “I just let myself go and did with my life something I really wanted to do, to say the least it was liberating.”

“Just let yourself go.” Taejo repeated softly.

Teppedoma nodded, closing his eyes. He heard the younger man move from his spot but only opened his eyes when he felt the other man’s breath on his face. Taejo was leaning in close to him, his face just centimeters away from his own. Really, he couldn’t say he was surprised, he had noticed the way the younger man looked at him a long while ago. “Taejo?”

“Just taking you advice, you mind?” Taejo leaned in closer, causing their bodies to become flushed with one another.

He smiled. “No, not at all.”

Lips met lips, soft and slow starting out. Then heat and passion came into play, causing the kiss to become harder and hastier. Tongues slid and bumped against each other in a wet dance as arm slid around torsos and necks.

Teppedoma was the first to pull back, one hand on the back of the younger man’s head. “I have a place near here…”

Taejo smirked. “What, Mr. I Like to Live Dangerously doesn’t want to have car sex?”

“Very funny, but you’ll be thanking me when I'm done with you, a nice soft bed to lie in instead of a hard leather seats.” He nipped at the other’s jaw playfully.

Teajo pushed himself away from the car, throwing his hands up. “Very well, take me away.”

Teppedoma smirked as he tugged the younger Asian towards his motorcycle.

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A/N: Yet another one that was only suppose to be a drabble, ended up as a short fic. Not sure if this one turnned out well or not, totally veared off course from what I had originally planned for it. lol

And I need to stop thinking faster then I can type ;-; Just looked through this a third time and saw a ton of things that weren't there that I thought I wrote....

Fic - Speed Racer (Movie '08) - Yakuza/Speed

2008-09-27T19:57:11Z

Title: Dark Eyes
Fandom: Speed Racer (Movie '08)
Pairing: Yakuza x Speed

Rating: PG-13

Description: Speed could feel dark eyes upon him during the Grand Prix.
Disclaimer: I don't own Speed Racer!!

When Speed had entered the locker room before the Grand Prix he had felt the eyes of every racer there upon him. A dark, almost malicious, intent had been held within those gazes, all of them wanting to bring him down on the track. This had probably been because of Royalton, the ‘business’ man had been seething with anger when he had found out that Speed had a ligament invitation to race. There was one set of eyes, however, that held not only malice in them but also something else, something that Speed had not been able to decipher at the time.

Those dark colored eyes belonged to a white haired Asian who was the driver for the Yakuza. Even though the driver’s back had been to Speed, those dark eyes had followed his every move in the locker room with the help of a mirror that the racer had been using to shave.

When Speed had set his gear down to get ready for the race he had glanced over to the other driver, watching as the cut-throat razor being used slowly went up the strong jaw line, removing shaving cream and stubble. His light blue eyes had caught the other driver’s darker ones in the reflection of the mirror and quickly looked away from the heated gaze.

That same gaze stayed with him throughout the race, from start to finish, and now they were on him again as he changed in the locker room for the after party.

“That was some amazing racing you did out there. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun out on the track.”

When the other racer spoke Speed looked up from lacing his shoes and into dark colored eyes that were sitting on a bench across from him. The malicious intent that had been in those eyes before was gone, now they only held a look that Speed still couldn’t figure out. He gave a quick nervous smile to the other man. “Uh…thanks.”

The white haired racer just chuckled, a smooth engine like sound coming from his throat. He started to remove his racing gear, starting with his jump suite.

Speed went back to changing when the other driver didn’t say anything else. He wanted to get out of that locker room as quickly as possible, those dark eyes made him uneasy and he didn’t like the fact that he was alone in the room with the other man. With his racing gear hastily packed into his duffel bag, he zipping it closed, ready to leave. He only made it a few steps toward the door when he suddenly found himself slammed up against a locker, the white haired Yakuza racer towering over him, pinning him in place. Speed shook his head; the back of it throbbing from coming into hard contact with the locker he was pinned against. He glared up at the older man with fierce eyes. “Why you-“

“Those eyes.” The Yakuza racer said, cutting off the younger man. A grin formed on his face as he lifted Speed’s chin. “Fierce and defiant. I like that.”

Speed’s heart felt like it was in his throat as the other man lifted his chin. He now realized of what that foreign look in the other racer’s eyes was. Hunger. Not wanting to seem intimidated by this Speed kept up his farce of defiance. He growled low in his throat. “Let go of me.”

The words Speed uttered to him only made the white haired driver smirk. He leaned in closer to the younger man’s face. “No, I don’t think I’m going to.”

The younger driver could distinctly feel the other man’s breath caressing his face as he spoke. He growled and tried to break free of the other man’s hold only to find himself back against the locker, the hold on him tighter then before.

“That was not a good idea, Racer.” The Yakuza driver said, smirking.

Speed sneered up at the other racer. “What do you want?”

“I thought that would have been obvious, Racer.” As fast as lighting the white haired driver closed the gap between them and captured Speed’s lips in a fierce kiss.

Speed breathed in sharply as if gasping in shock. He grabbed the other man’s shirt in his fist, not pull him in closer but not push him away either.

The Yakuza racer chuckled into the kiss, slipping in his tongue when he was given the opening, ravishing the mouth beneath his own. A smirk creased his lips when he finally pulled back, licking his lips. “I’ll end this here, with just a taste, since I know someone would come looking for you. It would be suspicious if the Grand Prix winner didn’t show up to his own celebration.”

Speed glared, breathing hard. “Bastard.”

The white haired racer laughed as he picked up his own duffle bag, shouldering it. “I’ll be seeing you again, Speed Racer, you can count on that.”

Speed watched as the other man left the locker room, tiring to stand only when he knew that he was truly alone in the room. During the kiss his legs had become like jelly and couldn’t hold his weight when the other stepped away. The kiss had been so intense, so passionate that Speed couldn’t think of any other time that he had been kissed like that. The rational side of Speed’s brain told him that what had happened had been something that he had not wanted, but that little voice in the back of his head spoke up saying otherwise. It whispered to how much he had enjoyed those dark eyes upon him and the feel of rough lips against his own. Speed growled and hit the locker he was leaning against out of anger and confusion.

Once he regained control of himself again he moved from the locker and picked up his duffle bag. He left the locker room behind him, but not the memories.

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A/N: Um...This was my first Speed Racer fic ever, so it probably wasn't that good. ^-^;;; It was originally suppose to be a short drabble with two other drabbles I was going to write with two other pairings (Taejo/Speed & Yakuza/Taejo) and yeah, it just became something a lot longer then planned. As I'm sure you noticed I did not use an actual name for the Yakuza driver, I've seen other people just use the name Joon since that is the actors name but I just didn't feel like using that name for this fic. I may use that name when if I write more fics for this pairing.

Fic - Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Baltheir

2008-09-26T00:33:26Z

Ocean
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Basch/Baltheir
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Squareinx does.

Never in his life had Basch been happy to see the ocean of burning sand stretch out before him.  Before he was thrown into the Nalbina Dungeon, branded as a traitor and kingslayer, he hated the desert.  It had always felt like a barren wasteland to him, an unforgiving place where only misery could be found.

“I’m sure this desert is quite pleasant sight for you.”

The former Captain jumped at the sound of the smooth voice.  He looked up from his resting place; the sky pirate known as Balthier was looking down at him, holding out a canister of what probably was water.  He took the offered item and gave a nod of thanks.  “I guess it is.”  He replied softly, turning his attention back to the soft sands of the Dalmasca Estersand.

“You guess?”  Balthier raised a fine eyebrow as he sat down next to the former Dalmascan knight.  “I would think you would be ecstatic to see anything outside after being in that hellhole for that last two years of your life.”

Basch shrugged a boney shoulder, taking a few gulps from the canister.  “Although I do enjoy being outside again, breathing fresh air and feeling the sun’s heat once more, I have never been to overly fond of the desert.  I cannot say that I hate it at the moment though.”  He allowed a small smile to grace his lips.

“Hm.”  The sky pirate took back the water, taking a few sips of his own.  He let his gaze wander, eventually letting it fall upon their two other companions.  Balthier smirked as he watched the boy named Vaan ask his partner a multitude of questions, causing the Viera’s ears to twitch slightly in annoyance.

“He’s lucky that Viera are normally patient and hardly ever violent.” Basch smiled slightly again, observing the same thing the pirate was.  “At least towards children.”

Balthier chuckled.  “Indeed.”

There were a few more moments of silence before the ex-Knight spoke again.  “I have to thank you….for everything.”

“Eh,” The pirate shrugged smirking. “It’s no big deal, but if you still want to show your appreciation I do accept gil and other valuables.”

Basch laughed, letting a real smile show through.  It had been a long time since he had last laughed like that; it felt good to do so.  He didn’t know why, but he felt at ease around this man next to him, saw him as a friend even despite only having met him hours ago.  “I thought my sword-arm was payment for freeing me?”

“It was, when you actually got a sword for said arm and we didn’t have to heal you every 5 seconds.”  Balthier grinned.

The former Dalmascan General blushed faintly from embarrassment.  He opened his mouth, about to say something when….

“Hey!  Old Guys!  Are we going to get a move on it or what!?”  The young thief in the group yelled at the two men sitting over in the shade of a rock formation.

“Who exactly are you calling old, you little brat?”  Balthier muttered under his breath as he stood, annoyed with the teen.   He turned around, holding out a hand for the older man.

Basch took it, allowing himself to be helped up from the ground.  Some blonde strands of his dirt matted hair fell loose from the tie used to hold them back.

Out of what seemed to be instinct or, maybe, something else entirely, the sky pirate reached out and tucked those strands back behind the ex-knight’s ear.   Balthier froze in his actions, hand hovering close to the other’s ear.

The Knight was as shocked as the pirate was, heart quickening in its beats for reasons unknown to him.

“HEY!!”

The two snapped out of the odd trance the simple act put them in.  Balthier was the first to move, breaking eye contact with Basch.   He glared at the boy as he walked over towards his other two companions.

The supposed traitor followed behind him, push hair behind his ear again as if trying to recreate what had just happened.

Whatever it was, it left them both wondering.Type your cut contents here.

Fic - World of Warcraft

2008-09-26T00:05:09Z

Sapped Warlocks Don't Say No (Chapter 1)
Fandom: World of Warcraft
Paring: Troll/Blood Elf
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN WOW, BLIZZARD DOES!

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

Zenrai sipped at his wine and winced at its taste, goblin wine was always so bitter compared to that of the wineries in Silvermoon City.  He set the glass down on the table and looked around the bar with bored green eyes.

The bar in Booty Bay was lively with patrons of all different races, which wasn’t unusual, but it was slightly more crowded then normal because of the storm that was raging outside.  There were a few people who actually braved the storm, out in the jungles of the Stranglethorn Vale.  Zenrai was not one of those people.  He preferred staying nice and dry indoors with the rest of the people in the bar, even if most of them were Alliance.  The blood elf warlock sighed and pulled out his book on the myths of Stranglethorn from his satchel.

Suddenly, there was gush of wind as one more patrons entered the bar.  Zenrai looked up from his book when it almost flew out from his hands from the strong howling wind.  There was a Tauren druid standing in the doorway, using his big mass to try and block a good majority of the wind from causing any more damage.

“Move it mon, I’m gettin’ drenched out ‘ere!”

The Tauren quickly moved his way inside, allowing his companion into the warm, dry tavern.

Zenrai’s eyes fell upon the other new comer and blushed a deep red that also colored the tips of his ears.

A Troll shaman stood in the entrance way, the candles on the tables caused the rain water on his bluish skin to glisten in their light.  The rain had soaked his armor to his well muscled body and weighed his fiery red hair down from its normal spiky hairstyle.  Small droplets slowly dripped down his tusks, and the warlock noticed that one was broken in half.  Zenrai then became captivated with the Troll’s eyes, they were the color a light amber and lit up with laughter and amusement towards his Taruen friend.

He continued to watch them as the made their way towards the bar to order some drinks.  After a few minutes the Tauren seemed to say something to the shaman, and suddenly glowing emerald eyes were met by cool amber ones.

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Surya hated it when it rain in his homeland, because when it rained, it poured.  He tried to shake off what water he could as he stepped into the dry tavern.

“Oh yah, let’s just mount up an’ ride to Booty Bay.  It’s not dat long of a ride an’ we’d be savin’ the gold we’d be usin’ from takin’ the flight path ‘ere.”  Surya said in a mocking tone. He rolled his eyes once before letting out a good natured laugh.  “Ya, dat was a brilliant idea, mon.”

The Tauren, Brisco Swifthoof, shrugged a massive shoulder, grinning.  “Well, at least we now have money for drinks.”

Surya laughed.  “I like the way you’d be thinkin’, mon!”

The two made their way to the bar and ordered from the Goblin bartender.  They both talked, to each other and some of the other patrons around them.  After a few moments Brisco paused in his drinking.

“You know, Surya, that Blood Elf over there has been staring at you ever since we entered the tavern.”  Brisco said, looking over at the dark haired elf briefly before looking back at his friend.

Surya shrugged.  “So?  Ja know I’m not interested in ‘dose female Blood Elves, Brisco.”  He loved male Blood Elves, and was notorious for flirting with them, even when he knew they were straight.  There always been something about those graceful, arcane addicted creatures that made him want to have his naughty way with them.  But, unfortunately, he always seemed to attract the female version of them, Spirits only knew why.

“I never said it was a female, now did I?”  The druid chuckled deeply, tilting his head over in the direction of the elf in discussion.

That statement seemed to perk the Troll shaman right up.  He set down his drink and moved his golden gaze around the room.  His eyes finally landed on the Blood Elf and studied him with intent interest.  The Blood Elf looked to be a warlock, what with the Succubus hovering close to his shoulder.  Soft cream colored skin glowed warmly from the candlelight; the only blemish that Surya could see on that perfect looking skin was a scar that ran along the warlock’s right cheek.  His long bluish-black hair was tied up near the top of his skull; the few silken strands that had escaped from the tie’s hold fell neatly over the front of his shoulders.  Glowing green eye watched him with such intensity that it made Surya shiver, but when they met his own amber colored eyes they quickly averted to the book he was holding in his hands.  The Blood Elf’s face flushed and he fidgeted in his sit like a child when they’re caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

The Druid chuckled as he watched his traveling companion practically drool all over the floor.  “Are you just going to sit there and drool the entire time?”

Surya’s head jerked, as if he was suddenly aware of his surroundings again.  “Huh? What?”

Brisco let out a sharp laugh, shoving his friend’s shoulder in the direction of the Blood Elf.  “Get over there and introduce yourself, fool!”

The Shaman blinked a few times at the Tauren then grinned.  “Alright, alright, I’ll make da talk-ity talk-ity with the little Elfie.”  He slowly made his way to towards the Blood elf, who looked frantic because he was.  Surya was almost to him when…

“Surya!”

Surya suddenly found himself with a young female Blood Elf latched to him, snuggling her face into his chest.  Eww.

“Oh Surya, I thought that was you.  How have you been?”  The blond haired elf looked up at him grinning like and idiot.

The Troll growled low in his throat, trying to get the female off of him.  “Just fine, dat is until ya came along, Lila.”

Lila giggled and latched on tighter.  “Aww, you’re not happy to see me?  I’m hurt!”

“Good, now let go!  I have a Blood Elf to go flirt with.”   He continue to pry at the girl’s arms.  Lila was a good friend of his, and he loved her like a sister but…….she had the worst timing ever.

“Oh?  Where is this pretty boy at?”  The Paladin looked around trying to see who may have caught the Shaman’s eye.

“He’ right over…..”  Surya pointed towards an empty table, an empty cup and wine bottle the only remnants that were left of the previous occupant.  “…there….”  He slowly looked down at the female blood elf, glaring as she sheepishly smiled up at him.

“I should start running now, shouldn’t I?”

“Ya have 5 seconds……1…2…”

Lila took off up the stairs of the tavern, hoping she would make it to her room before Surya caught up to her.  If there was one thing that she learned about Surya, never get in between him and another man or there’d be hell to pay.

“…5.”  The Troll quickly followed, easily keeping from slamming into anyone as he ran after her.

Brisco watched all this going on as he drank his ale, chuckling to himself.  He’ll have to tell Surya that he caught the name of that Blood Elf he was so enthralled by, later of course, he was far too amused by his friends antics to have them stop on his account.Type your cut contents here.

creativestrata @ 2008-09-25T19:49:00

2008-09-26T00:00:00Z

Title: Drabbles (2)
Fandom: Transformers (Human Verse!)
Paring: Blackout/Barricade
Rating: Pg-13
Character Design by: blumarine (blumarine.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns the Transformers

#1. Top

“I can’t believe I actually did that.”  Barricade sighed, placing an arm over his eyes.

Blackout looked from his news paper down at the cop lying next to him in his bed, a half smoked cigarette hanging from his lips.  “Did what?  Sleep with me?”

“No, bottomed to you.”  The black haired man sighed again.

The helicopter pilot chuckled, raising a questioning eyebrow.  “That was your first time?  No wonder your ass was so tight.”

Barricade moved his arm and glared up at the other man.  “Asshole.  I have bottomed before; it’s just after it I pretty much made sure never to bottom again.”

“The guy was that bad, huh?”  Blackout asked snuffing out the cigarette in the ash tray by his bed before sliding down to lay next to Barricade.  He spooned the other man up against him and nuzzled his face into the cop’s tattooed neck.

The cop nodded, allowing himself to be moved and cuddled.  “Awful.”

“What about me?”

“Eh, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but it didn’t change my mind about never bottoming again.”

“Well, then I’ll just have to work harder next time to get you to change your mind about bottoming.”  Blackout grinned, rolling on top of the other man.  “Like that old saying goes, ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try and try again.’.”

Barricade rolled his eyes.  “You can try to get me to bottom again all you like, but it isn’t going to happen.”

“Good, I like challenges.”  He leaned forward and captured the cop’s lips before he could comment again.

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#2. Tattoo

Barricade moaned softly as he felt Blackout’s tongue run along the black inked tattoo that encircled his neck.

Blackout pulled back from the cop’s neck, smirking down at him.  “Sensitive?”

Barricade gave him a half hearted glare.  “It’s my neck, of course it’s sensitive.”

“I meant your tattoo, that it’s more sensitive then your neck.” Blackout chuckled, tracing the said tattoo with his fingers letting them linger over the cop’s badge numbers, 643.

“I guess.”  Barricade said, shrugging.

“You guess?”  The pilot asked, amused by the Cade’s answer.

“Yeah, I guess.  It’s kind of hard to tell since my neck is generally sensitive to begin with.”  Barricade stated in a calm voice.  He reached up and traced his fingers along the black lines of Blackout’s own tattoos.  “I mean, do your tattoos differ in sensitivity form the parts of your skin in the same area that don’t have ink in them?”

Blackout had to suppress a shiver as cool fingers licked his heated skin.  Looking down at the cop beneath him, he shrugged.  “I guess.”  He said, mimicking Barricade’s pervious words.

“…….”  Barricade glared up at Blackout, not liking being made fun of.

The brown haired pilot smirked.  “Sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

Barricade sighed, red eyes looking up at the pilot with annoyance.  “You’re an idiot, you know that right?”

“Heh, love you too, sweetheart.”

“…………Blackout?”

“Yes, ‘Cade?”

“Never call me sweetheart again…or else.”Type your cut contents here.

creativestrata @ 2008-09-25T19:40:00

2008-09-25T23:44:38Z

Picture Worth a Thousand Words
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: cyborg!Ironhide/Will Lennox
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns the Transformers

A/N: The idea of cyborg!Transformers was from sbx and the pin-up of Ironhide by twins_eternal inspired me to write this fic~!

“Will?”

“Hmmm? What is it?”  He grumbled sleepily, snuggling into his warm pillow.

“Where did you get the picture of me naked in the shower?”

Will froze and looked over his shoulder as his lover pulled out said picture from his nightstand.  He could feel a sudden flush spread across his cheeks. “Um….well technically you’re not completely naked, you have a towel wrapped around your waist.”

“Just barely.”  Ironhide snorted, looking at the picture in question.  “Hell, if you squint hard enough you can slightly make out some of my naughty bits.”

“Yeah, I kinda noticed that too.”  The Army captain chuckled weakly, turning back into his pillow in an attempt to ignore the previous question asked.

The cyborg moved to lie back down on the bed, sliding up against his lover’s back, encircling one arm around Will’s midsection. Gently, or at least gently by cyborg standards, Ironhide started to poke him in the side with an index finger.  “You still haven’t answered my question.  Where did you happen to get that picture?”

Will tried to scoot away from the persistent poking, but the arm around his stomach held him where he was. “Sorry, I can’t give you that information.”

“Right, sure.”  The cyborg rolled his eyes.  “Did Ratchet tell you to say that?”

“…..”

Ironhide smirked when his lover stayed silent and stopped trying to wiggle away from him.  “It was Ratchet who gave you the picture, wasn’t it?”

The captain coughed slightly. “…maybe.”

“Some how that doesn’t surprise me, he’s been going on about some new mini camera he and Wheeljack were inventing.”  Ironhide chuckled, kissing softly at the back of Will’s neck, loving the soft skin he found there on his very human lover.  “So, why exactly do you have that picture in your nightstand?”

That question caused Will to smirk; he turned around in Ironhide’s grip and kissed his lover’s lips.  “Do you really need me to spell that out for you?”

Ironhide chuckled again, kissing along the other man’s jaw line. “Well, no, not really, but it would be nice to here.  You know I always like having my ego stroked.”

Will’s smirk grew.  “I could always show you, if you like.”

“Yes, please do.”  The cyborg grinned as he rolled the two of them over so he was on top of his human lover.

The small gust of wind that came from the two men rolling on the bed caused the picture that started the whole discussion fluttered silently to the floor. Type your cut contents here.

Fic - Transformers - Many Pairings

2008-09-25T23:35:31Z

Taking Up the Offer
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: Barricade/Prowl/Jazz, Prowl/Jazz, hint at Barricade/(read to find out~! XD)
Rating:  R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Hasbro does, please don’t sue.

Have you ever had the feeling that you shouldn’t get out of bed in the morning?

That’s how Prowl felt.  It seemed that whenever he entered a room that held Jazz and/or Barricade he always had their optics fixed on him.  It wasn’t who was gazing at him that made him un-nerved; it was how they were gazing at him.  Like they were plotting something, and it had something to do with him.  That thought alone made him worry.

So when Barricade knocked on his office door, that worry grew.

“Yes, Barricade? Was there something you wanted?”  Prowl asked, setting down his data pad.

“Actually, yes there is.  I need your help with something.” Barricade sat down at one of the chairs in front of Prowl’s desk.

“You. Need help?”  Prowl raised an optic. “With what exactly?”

“I need to train someone but I need another to help.”  Was the simple reply that came from the black mech.   He moved towards Prowl, looking like a big cat stalking his prey.

It took all of Prowl’s will power not to push back from the former Decepticon, he knew that look.  Nothing good ever came from that look.  “Training? In what and for whom?”

Barricade smirked as he approached the SIC, placing his hands on the armrest of the chair as he leaned in closer to Prowl.

“Barricade…..”  Prowl put his hands on Barricade’s shoulders pushing him away as he stood up.  “W-what the hell do you think you are doing?”

A deep thunderous chuckle left Barricade’s vocals.  “I already told you, I’m training.”   He took a hold of Prowl’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his shoulders to lean in again.  The former Decepticon placed his lips against the sensitive wires of Prowl’s neck.

“I don’t need training!”  The tactician tried to pull back, despite the shiver that ran through his chassis. “Barricade, stop! I’m bonded, damnit!”

“That’s who I’m training, your bonded.”  Barricade nipped at a cable that he knew was particularly sensitive, smirking when it caused a muffled whimper from the SIC.  “Isn’t that right, Jazz?”

“Yup, that would be correct sir!” A cheerful sounding voice answered from the entrance of the room.

Prowl blinked, turning his head towards that cheerful voice, he saw his bonded leaning against the closed door.  “J-jazz?”

The silver bot smirked. “The one an’ only!”  His electric blue optics bore into the captured police cruiser from behind his visor, filled with a look of extreme amusement and lust.

“W-what are-ah!?” His question was cut short when Barricade slipped his hands into the seams in Prowl’s back; stroking certain sets of hidden wires that were located there.  Prowl’s body arched back and he barely managing to stay upright, actually if it hadn’t been for Barricade’s arms he would have already been on the floor.  He couldn’t even keep the moan from escaping his vocalizes.

Barricade chuckled against Prowl’s neck wires.  “I see you’re still highly sensitive there.”

“S-shut up!” Prowl felt his faceplate flush with energon.  All coherent thought started to leave him as clawed hands ghosted across seams and wiring.  Once again he tried to push the other police cruiser away.   “Fragit, Barricade.....would you stop? ......I can’t think with you doing that!”

Jazz slide up behind him, pressing himself flush against his lover’s back. His hands joining Barricade’s, slipping into seams and playing with the wires the former Decepticon had shown him from an up-linked memory.  The shock trooper hadn’t lied when he said he was teaching Jazz, because the saboteur was learning.  Like, for instance, what places made his Bonded wither and moan and which ones caused him to submit completely.  Jazz leaned in closer and purred in Prowl’s audios.  “That’s the point, love.  You’re supposed to feel, not think.”

And feel Prowl did as two sets of hand roamed over his form stroking, tweaking, and pinching sensitive wires and joints, knowing exactly where and how to touch him to give him the most pleasure.  It was almost too much for him to handle, his optics went offline and his processors could no longer compute the simplest of thoughts.  Hell, the only way he could tell whose hands was whose was when Jazz used his magnetic force-field to pull gently on his inner wirings.  Prowl shivered when those magnetic hands reached the base of his ‘wings’, gently stroking and teasing, causing his grip on Barricade to tighten as he felt himself near his overload.  Normally it would take him longer to reach the end, but under the skilled ministration of two mech, who obviously knew what they were doing, he wasn’t going to last much longer.  He could faintly hear the slight crunch of metal over the roar of his cooling vents kicking in to overdrive as his internal system began to heat up.

Barricade felt the other mech quiver under his clawed touch, a sure fire sign that Prowl was about to reach his overload.  Grinning, he leaned forward and ran his glossa along the chevron on the other police cruiser’s head.

Prowl cried out, the glossa on his chevron sending him into overload, his spark pulsing for the other half of its bond.  His body coursed with energy, small sparks of it running from his chassis into his partners’.  The last thing he heard before slipping into a forced recharge was the soft moan of his name from his beloved’s vocals.

“Prowl…” Jazz moan softly, he could feel Prowl’s spark reach out to his own, the energy that pulsed so wonderfully between them sending him into overload.  He slumped back against the wall and slid to the floor, unable to hold himself up any longer, his cooling vents working overtime to cool off his overheated systems.  He was thankful Barricade was there to hold up the now recharging Prowl, he didn’t think he would have been able to do it by himself.

“Where do you want me to set him down?”  Barricade asked as his shifted the other police cruiser in his arms.

The saboteur patted the ground next to him.  “Right here ‘ill be fine, just lean ‘em against me.”

The shock trooper did as he was told and placed Prowl next to the silver mech.  “So I’m assuming you’re going to be explaining everything once he comes out of recharge?”

“Yup.”

“Heh, good luck with that.”  Barricade chuckled as he headed to the door.

“Yeah, thanks.”  Jazz just gave the Decepticon a weak smirk, slowly slipping into recharge himself.  “You gonna to be alright?  I can see that you’re still tweaked, you didn’t reach overload, did ya?”

“No, but I’ll be fine, though, so don’t worry about it.”  He gave the Autobot one last grin before leaving the room, locking the door on the way out so the two recharging bots wouldn’t be disturbed.  Truthfully, he wasn’t fine, he was in desperate need of an overload.

“Hey, Barricade!”  Bluestreak greeted, walking up to the former Decepticon when he saw him coming out of Prowl’s office.  “How’s it going?  Were you just talking to Prowl? Is he still in his office, ‘cause I really need to talk to him.  I need some help with something very important….”

Barricade raised an optic ridge at the young Autobot rambling in front of him.  Cute kid, bit of a talking problem though, the former Decepticon thought.  Then, suddenly, a smirk started to from on the shock trooper’s lips.  “No, Prowl’s not in at the moment, I was just putting some data pads on his desk for him.” He said, feeding the younger bot a little white lie.  “What was it you wanted to talk to him about; maybe I can help you with it?”

Bluestreak thought about this a moment before smiling sweetly.  “Yeah, sure! I guess you could help me instead.  Come on, I think no one’s in the rec room so we can talk there.”  The gunner turned and started towards the designated area, babbling on about something or another, completely oblivious to the fact that Barricade was looking at him like some kind of enregon treat.

Really cute kid, Barricade thought again as he chuckled, smirk growing larger and red optics racking over Bluestreak's chassis.  The taller mech followed the still babbling Autobot.

Things were about to get interesting in the rec room.Type your cut contents here.

Fic - Original

2008-09-25T23:15:58Z

Payback
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Kai, Jess
Rating: pg-13

Kai gave the engine a frustrated growl, resisting the urge to whack it with the ratchet currently in his hand.

“Something wrong, Kai?”

The brunette looked over his shoulder at his coworker and boyfriend. “You mean besides this piece of shit engine giving me trouble?”

A dark eyebrow rose on Jess forehead.  “It can’t be that bad.”

Kai snorted.  “Take a look for yourself.”  He backed away from the car so the other mechanic could take a look at it.

Tying back his hair, Jess leaned over the frill of the car to inspect the price of machinery giving his boyfriend such a tough time.  His brow furrowed, not seeing what was giving Kai the problem.  He was about to ask the other man where the problem was when he heard the distinct snap of a camera shutter going off.  He stood up quickly, banging his head against the hood in the process. He winced and held his head, turning to look at his lover holding a camera and grinning like an idiot.  “Kai!”

“What?  You took a picture of me in the shower, why can’t I take one of your ass?”  The brunette mechanic snickered, saving the picture of Jess’ ass sticking up in the air, placing a lock on it so the other man couldn’t delete it later.

“Bastard, you tricked me!”  The dark-haired man hissed, clutching his wound a little tighter as he glared at his lover.

Kai set down the camera and walked over to Jess, pulling him into a hug.  “I did, but I didn’t mean for you to hit your head on the hood.”  He moved the other mechanic’s hand and kissed where he had hit his head.

Jess pouted, but he allowed himself to be kissed.  “You should have realized that would have happened, you asshole, you know I’m jumpy.”

“I’m sorry.”  He smiled and kissed his boyfriend’s head again.  “How bout I take you to dinner to make up for it?”

Jess narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a minute.  “Throw in a movie and sex, and consider yourself forgiven.”

Kai laughed and kiss Jess on the lips.  “Alright, alright, a movie and sex too.”Type your cut contents here.

Fic - Transformers - Many Pairings (Human!TFs)

2008-09-25T23:09:44Z

Title: Drabbles (5)
Fandom: Transformers (Human Verse!)
Paring: Prime/Bee, Jetfire/Starscream, Magnus/Rodimus, Wheeljack/Sideswipe, Sunstreaker/Bluestreak
Rating: pg-13 - r(ish)
Character Design and AU by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Hasbro does, please don’t sue.

1# Wicked smile

A wicked smile spread across Eric’s face as he watched Bee squirm under him, panting and withering.

Bee clawed at his lover’s strong muscular arms. “Stop teasing me damnit!”

The older man chuckled nipping at the pierced skin beneath his lips. “Really? You think I’m teasing?”

“Yes, you bastard.” The blonde let out a growled moan, finger’s twisting in Eric’s hair as he arched his body into that sweet mouth.

Eric gave the piercing a few more lick before leaving it alone drawing a whimper from the teen beneath him. He rose up to pull the little blond into a searing kiss.

Bee moaned, wrapping his arms around Eric’s neck pulling him in closer. He slide one leg up along Eric’s hip, gaining the proper leverage to flip the two of them over in one smooth motion pinning his arms above his head.

The older man looked up at him in surprise.

It was Bee’s turn to give a wicked smile.

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#2 Bitter Sweet

The kiss was bitter sweet, filled with passion and tears. Starscream tried to blink away the tears but they still continued to leak from his eyes. “Jetfire.”

“Screamer….” Jetfire whipped away those tears, trying to calm the other man down.

“Please….. please don’t…. go…” When they pulled apart he looked up into red eyes shinning down at him with loving but sad gaze. “I don’t want you to go!”

Jet cupped Starscream’s face, stroking at the soft skin in a soothing manner. “I have to…no, I need to go, and you know that.”

“Yeah, I know that…” Starscream spat, a venomous look in his pale eyes. He turned away from his lover, hissing out his next words. “You may very well never return but you need to be with you research more then you need to be with me!”

“That’s not true!” He embraced the angry Seeker from behind, placing his cheek against the top of his head. “I need to go so we can finally end this pointless war.”

Starscream was about to argue that the war wasn’t pointless when his chin was pulled to the side and his lips were claimed once more by the scientist.

“I don’t want to argue anymore.” Jetfire said and he broke away from his lover’s lips. “All I want to do the day before I leave is make sweet passionate love to you for the rest of the day.”

“Yes….I want that too.” The Seeker sighed, arguments leaving him as he lean his face into the lager man’s, nuzzling it gently. If this was really going to be their last day together he wanted to make it a day he would never forget.

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#3 Taste

Rodimus loved the way Magnus tasted when they kissed, like chocolate covered cherries that melted in his mouth. He remembered the first time they had kissed. It had been hesitant and clumsy, neither of them sure if the other really wanted it. Then that one hesitant kiss turned into another and then another, each becoming more confident then the last. He had ended up becoming intoxicated with Magnus’ taste and never wanted to stop kissing him when they did, despite the need for breath.

Magnus noticed his red-haired lover wasn’t fully into kiss so he slipped his hands up the front of his shirt to play with soft nipples. “Your mind’s wandering.” He said softly when he broke the kiss.

“Sorry.” He moaned quietly as his nipples were rolled and pinched into hardness. “I was thinking.”

“I could tell.” Magnus kissed Rodimus’ jaw, nipping at it slightly. “What were you thinking about to pull your attention from this?”

“The first time we kissed.” Rodimus wrapped his arms around his lover’s pale neck, pulling him into another kiss.

Magnus smiled and chuckled into that kiss, tightening his arms around Rodimus’ waist as he slipped his tongue into his warm mouth.
Rodimus moaned savoring the taste of chocolate and cherries.

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#4 Happy

Sid raised an eyebrow as his twin walked into the kitchen whistling happily. “You’re in a good mood.”

Sunny smirked at his brother. “You have noooo idea just how good~!”

The redhead studied the other man, carefully taking in how Sunny practically glowed with glee. It was almost like he….. Sid’s eyes widened when realization dawned on him. “You got laid!”

“Yup!” The blond-haired twin said happily, taking a bite of his toast.

Sid tilted his head to the side. “Is she anyone I know?”

Sunny smirked. “Yup, he is someone you know.”

The redhead’s brow shot up in shock. “He? Now there’s a surprise…who-”

“Hey, Sunny. Do you mind if I use your shower.” A young man who looked like he was of Latino decent stuck his head into the kitchen. He blinked when he noticed Sid. “Oh hey Sid! Long time no see, how ya been?”

Sid’s jaw fell open. He looked between the confused looking man in the kitchen door to his brother who was smirking like an idiot. “You slept with Azul!?”

Sunny just shrugged smirking at Sid’s shocked look and Azul’s blushing face. “I had initially kissed him to shut him up, but then there was this spark in the kiss…..and then I pinned him to wall and-”

“Argh” Sid clamped his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to hear details!”

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#5 Watch

Jack watched as Sebastion and Gabriel fell into a loving embrace and kissed. Sighing he went back to work on the car in front of him. He loved the medic, he always had ever since he first met him in the army but wasn’t until recently he realized that love was more like one had for a brother then one for a soul mate. Still, it sometime hurt to see the blonde in the arms of another man, but he knew the medic was happy so he pushed that pain aside. He was happy for Seb. He couldn’t explain it, there was something about him that made Jack want to always be near the other man. Once he finished the work on the car he moved to the back room to wash up and clock out for the day. He barely made it past the lockers when he was shoved up against said locker. “What the-mmph!?” Jack was cut off when lips covered his own and a tongue slipped into his mouth. When he saw the orange and red hair of his attacker he relaxed and returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around a slim waist.

Sid pulled back from kissing the former army engineer, smirking. “Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s ok, I really can’t complain.” Jack chuckled, holding the reason why he figured out what his love for Seb really was.

The redhead snuggled into the older man. “So you ready for the movie?”

Jack grinned. “Not yet. I was about to go wash up until someone decided to pin me to the lockers and kiss me into submission.”

Sid smirked and shrugged. “What can I say? I couldn’t help myself; you looked so sexy in all that sweat and grease.” He nipped the engineer’s lips before pushing the older man towards the washroom. “Now go wash so we can make it to the theaters in time for the previews.” He didn’t care what people say, previews were one of the best parts of a movie.

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” Jack laughed as he was being pushed. He reached the door and turned around to say, “Just give me ten minutes. Then we’ll go so we can make it for your favorite part of the movie.”

“Bah! I like the previews, but they’re not my favorite part of a movie. My favorite part of a movie is when I get to make out with you in the dark!” The young man called out after his older lover.

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Fic - Transformers - Prime/Bee (Human!TF)

2008-09-25T22:52:45Z

Title: Aged but Never Broken
Fandom: Transformers (Human Verse!)
Paring: Prime/Bee
Rating: PG-13
Character Design and AU by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Hasbro does, please don’t sue.

Eric looked in to the mirror and frowned.

“Something wrong Eric?” Bee asked as he came up behind the older man. The blonde wrapped his arms around his waist and did something he never could before when he was younger, rest his chin on the phoenix’s shoulder. He had hit one final growth spurt between his eighteenth and nineteenth birthdays, and he also filled it out rather nicely too.

Eric jumped; surprised he hadn’t noticed Bee coming up behind him in the mirror. “Alex, how long were you standing there?”

“Long enough.” Bee chuckled and snuggled up closer to his love, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. “So what was with that frown?”

“What frown?”

“Eric…” The blonde gave him a look.

“I feel depressed, that’s why the frown.” Eric sighed, not even bothering trying to fight that look. He never won against it.

Bee looked up at the older man with concerned eyes, a frown tugging at his own lips. “Why are you depressed?”

“I’m old.” Eric grumbled.

Bee blinked a few times before laughing into Eric’s shoulder. “Is that all? I thought it was something that’s really depressing!”

The phoenix glared over his shoulder at the laughing man. “Being old is depressing!” He growled.

“You’re only in your thirties! What makes you think you’re old?”

“I’m starting to get grey hair.” He started grumpily, picking at said pieces of hair.

Bee rolled his eyes and moved to sit on the bathroom counter in front of the brooding older man, pulling Eric’s attention to him and not his reflection in the mirror. “I know guys in their twenties who are already getting grey hair, it really doesn’t mean that you’re old, it’s just your genetics. Besides if you hate it so much you could always just die it. Personally though, I like it. Makes you look so incredibly handsome and sexy.” He reached up and ran his hands through the hair in discussion, grinning like an idiot. Leaning forward he placed a sweet kiss on Eric’s lips. Wrapping his arms around the other man he pulled him in between his spread legs, holding him close against his body.

Eric blushed into the kiss, sliding a hand in blond locks as he returned it. “Alex.” He sighed when they broke.

Bee was still grinning as he massaged his hands into Eric’s back. “Besides if you’re old at 34 then what’s that make Gabe? Prehistoric?”

The older man had to laugh at that, leaning on to Bee’s strong shoulder. “You know, if he heard you say that, he’d kill you.”

“I know, but he’s not here to hear me, now is he?” Bee said cheekily, nuzzling into Eric’s neck. “Feel better?”

Eric smiled. “Yeah, I do.” He kissed Bee’s cheek.

Bee chuckled. “Good.” Type your cut contents here.
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Fic - Original

2008-09-25T22:45:48Z

The Job Ad
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Kai, Jess
Rating: R

The Job Ad

“Hello?”

Kai pulled out from under the car he was currently working on when he heard the voice call out.  Upon looking for its source he found a young 20-something man standing at the entrance of the garage.  ‘Whoa pretty.’ He thought as he took in the other man’s looks. ‘Gah! Focus, Kai, focus. Don’t just stare into those pretty baby blues….they are really pretty, aren’t they?  Damnit Kai, that’s not focusing!’  Kai mentally shook his head. “Hey. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, actually. I’m here about the job ad that was in the paper.”  The young man pushed some strands of shoulder length jet black hair, which was streaked with red and white around the face, behind his right ear.  The action ended up showing more of his handsome face.

Kai’s brain shorted out for a second, causing him to stare at the other man.

“Ummm….?”  The young man raised his pierced at Kai’s lack of response.

“What? Oh! Sorry, blanked out there for a sec….”  ‘Way to go there Kai, drooling over the guy like he’s some sex toy. Why don’t you just molest him while your at it?………Well that train of thought is certainly not helping…’ He ran a dirty hand through his short brown hair, a blush gracing his cheekbones. “If you’re here about the ad,” He continued, trying to cover up for his brief moment of stupidity, “then you’ll want to see my sister, Jen.  She’s the one who’s in charge here.”

The young man grinned at Kai, chuckling softly, but didn’t say anything about his staring.  “I see. Is she in today?”

“Yeah, she’s in the office actually.  Just take the stairs to the hallway.  It’ll be the first door on the right.”  He said, pointing to the stairs in the back of the garage.  “Trust me, you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”  The young man smiled at him.  “I’m Jess, by the way.”  He held out his hand to the mechanic.

Kai wiped the dirt from his hand with the old grease stained rag that was hanging from his pocket before taking the hand Jess had offered him.  “Kai.”   ‘Want to go screw in the back of this car?........*sigh* I’m seriously going to need to go get a shower the minute he gets into the office.’ “Good luck with the interview.”

“Thanks, I’m going to need it.”  Jess smiled one last time before heading towards the office. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too.”  He watched Jess ascend the stairs and disappear into the hallway.  ‘Oh god, he has a nice ass…bet it would look better out of those jeans…I really need that shower now.’  He walked around the car he was working on to another one next to it.  He kicked the foot of the man that was under it, trying to get his attention.  “Hey Marco, I’m taking my break.  Watch the shop, will you?”

“Yeah, yeah.”  Came the grunted reply from the older man under the car.  “The guy must have been pretty cute.”

Kai raised a brow.  “Huh?  What has that have to do anything with my taking a break?”

“Everything.  You never take a break unless absolutely necessary.”  Marco pulled out from under the car and smirked up at the younger mechanic.  “And from the looks of that bulge in you pants, it’s necessary.”

The brunette blushed brightly as he glared at Marco.  “Fuck you, Marco.”

The older man chuckled. “Not thanks, I’m happily married.”

“Asshole.”  Kai grumbled and rolling his eyes as he turned and went up the same stairs Jess had; only instead of taking the right into the office like the other had he went up a second set of stairs to where he lived with his sister.  Walking into the bathroom he turned on the shower setting the spray to warm. ‘Screw the cold shower; I’m going to let myself enjoy this one.’

A few weeks ago he would have never needed a shower, hell a few weeks ago he wouldn’t have become this horny just from looking at a cute guy.  Unfortunately, ever since his boyfriend had dumped him he has been lacking in the sex department.  So let’s just say he’s been taking a lot of showers recently, mostly cold ones.  Cold ones because every guy that had caused him to need a shower these last few weeks reminded him of his ex.  Someone he really didn’t want to think of when he was trying to forget him in the first place.

Quickly undressing, he dropped his cloths into a pile on the floor before stepping into the spray.  He stood there for a second, letting the water wash away the grime that had built up from working in the garage.  Leaning back against the cool tile he slide his hand down, brushing fingers over his erection causing a shiver to run through his body.  He wrapped his fingers around his cock and stared stroking firmly but slowly, letting a moan escape from between his lips.  Kai closed his eyes, panting as he continued jerked himself off to the image of a handsome face with beautiful baby blue eyes and soft pouting lips.  His fingers played over the piercing at the tip of his cock, a Prince Albert piercing, if he remembered what it was called correctly.  He had been drunk off his ass when he a gotten it, probably never would have if he hadn’t been.  The sensations from rubbing it, though, ripped another moan from his vocal cords, this one louder then the last.  Kai drew his nails along the underside of his arousal making him shiver.  He was getting close. A few more strokes with his nails dragging over his sensitive skin again pushed him over the edge into the climax he was looking for.

“Oh fuck!” Kai cried out, letting the waves of his climax wash over him in waves.  He let the wall behind him support him, unable to stand on his own.  It had been a while since he felt a good climax like that, he wanted to savor it but he knew that if he didn’t get back to work soon his sister would kill him.  So he pushed off against the wall, washing himself off one more time before stepping out of the shower.  He towel dried off and pulled his cloths back on. His stomach started to growl, informing him that he hadn’t had lunch yet.  Walking out into the kitchen he fixed himself a simple sandwich and grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“Y’know I should fire you for taking a 30 minutes shower during your 15 minute work break.  Not to mention you eating is probably going to take another 15 minutes.”  An amused female voice said from behind him.

Kai turned to face her, ready to apologies to her.

She held up her hand to stop him.  “Save it.  Since I found out that you already met our new coworker I can understand why you needed that shower.”  She smirked at the blush that not only showed up on her brother’s face but also the tips of his ears.  “Speaking of which, he left you this.”  She handed her brother a folded up piece of paper.  “He also told me to tell you that he was sorry he couldn’t stick around to talk to you again, since you were taking a shower and all.”

“You told him was in the shower!?” Kai squeaked out, blush growing stronger as he took the piece of paper handed to him.

“I didn’t, Marco did.  Of course he put it in his own way, you know him always straight to the point.”  She shrugged, the smirk still plastered on her face.

Kai groaned and hit his head against the counter. “Great, he probably thinks I’m a pervert or something. And now we have to work together!”

“Well….”

“Shut up, Jen.”

She chuckled.  “You might want to look at that paper before you continue to think that.”

Kai raised his head and a brow, opening the folded paper.  He blinked and stared at it for a few moments, shocked.

Written on the small scrap of paper was a number and the words ‘Call me, I’ll be waiting’.

Fic - Transformers - Prowl/Jazz (Human!TF)

2008-09-25T22:19:38Z

Drunk
Fandom: Transformers
Paring: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Character Design by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns them, I own nothing~!

“H-hello?”

“Mrs. Collins?”

“Yes. Who is this? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes, I’m sorry about that. This Chase Hunter, your husband’s partner.”

There was a frustrated sigh over Prowl’s phone. “What did he do this time?”

Prowl rolled his eyes at the annoyed tone in the woman’s voice. “He didn’t do anything. Except drink at the Captain’s retirement party. I’m just calling you to let you know that he’s staying at my apartment. He’s drunk and I refused to let him drive home himself and I can drive either him either because I drank as well.”

There was silence at the other end of the phone. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell my husband is not coming home?”

“I just thought you would like to know so you wouldn’t worry about him.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Hunter, my husband’s a cop. He rarely comes home because of late work nights as it is, so I really don’t worry.” Her sneer could practically be heard through the phone. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some sleep.” *Click*

Prowl looked at the phone that was now giving him a busy line. “Bitch.” He muttered as he hung up the phone.

“Who’s a bitch?”

The blue-eyed cop jumped at the slightly slurred voice behind him. He turned to see his dark skinned partner leaning against the back of his couch. “Jazz, I thought you passed out.”

Jazz gave a little shrug. “It was more like a quick nap then anything else.” He pushed himself off the back of the couch and crossed the room to pull Prowl in to his arms. Jazz tilted his head as he asked. “So who were you talking to?”

Prowl sighed, and pulled him closer kissing the side of his neck. “It was your wife.”

Jazz frowned and pulled away a little, a questioning look on his face. “What did she want?”

“Nothing. I had called her to let her know that you were going to be home and for her not to worry.” Prowl explained, looking rather disgusted. “She didn’t seem to be too worried about you. Hell I don’t even think she would care if-”

“I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jazz captured Prowl’s lips and maneuvered him towards the couch. “I’d much rather have you use your mouth for other things.”

Prowl could still taste the alcohol in Jazz’s mouth as his kissed him. “You’re drunk.” He stated as he pulled back from the kiss, feeling the front of the couch against the back of his knees. How the hell did the other cop get him all the way over here without him noticing? “Jazz…”

“I’m not drunk…..well, I’m drunk, but I know what I’m doing. All it did was make me a little more bold then normal.” He pushed Prowl down to sit on the couch, climbing on to his lap.

Prowl shifted a little as Jazz’s weight settled on him, doing nothing to discourage his lover’s actions. “I can see that.”

Jazz smirked. “And your not that clear thinking either, you drank as much as I did.” Leaning down Jazz captured his partner’s lips again, this time snaking his tongue out to run along Prowl’s lips before being met by another tongue.

Well, that’s true. Prowl thought as he retuned the kiss, sliding his hands up to Jazz’s hips. He was a little better at holding his liquor then Jazz was, but that didn’t mean his head wasn’t fuzzy at the moment. It surprised him that he even managed to call Jazz’s wife with out slurring.

Jazz noticed that his partner’s thoughts were drifting from what was going on, he had to remedy that. Moving his lips from Prowl’s and took up residences on his neck, alternating between sucking and nipping the skin.

Prowl sighed and tilted his head so Jazz had more room to play on his neck. Sliding his hands up and under Jazz’s shirt, he pulled it over his head letting his fingers skim across dark skin as he did so.

Jazz shivered as fingers licked his skin. He removed his lips from Prowl’s neck so they could get his shirt over his head. Once that obstacle was gone he replaced his lips on the other side of his partner’s neck. Jazz snaked his hands down Prowl’s strong torso, intent on getting his shirt off as well.

Prowl helped him, lifting his arms over his head so the shirt could come off easily. He pulled Jazz down into a kiss and pressed them closer together, causing their hips to meet.

The moan Jazz released was swallowed by his partner’s mouth when he felt his arousal through two layers of clothing. He pulled back from the kiss to lick his way to Prowl’s ear as he slide his hand down again, this time to rub Prowl through his pants.

Prowl growled, pushing Jazz down on the couch. “Tease.”

The dark skinned cop chuckled, pulling Prowl down on top of him. “Yeah, I am, but you love it.” He brushed their lips against each other as he slipped a leg around Prowl’s back, trying to bring them closer together.

Prowl groaned at the feeling of cloths in the way. He tugged at the last article of clothing left on his partner. “Pants. Off. Now!”

“Yes sir.” Jazz snickered as he started to undo his pants, pausing only when he didn’t feel anything under them. He raised an eyebrow up at Prowl, smirking. “You went commando?”

Prowl shrugged as he slides off the sweatpants Jazz was borrowing. “I like going commando sometimes. Do you have a problem with that?”

Jazz’s smirk widened. “Not at all, it actually makes my job easier.” He leaned up and kissed Prowl again, sliding the pants the rest of the way off. He shivered once the last article of clothing was gone and heated flesh meet heated flesh.

Prowl moved Jazz’s leg so he was in between them. He kissed the side of Jazz’s neck as he fumbled for something in the side table drawer. He pulled out a vial of sage scented massage oil and started the difficult task of trying to get it open with one hand. After a few minutes of failed attempts, he finally got frustrated enough to pull away from Jazz just to open the damn cap. “Next time I get massage oil, remind me to get the ones with the snap lids.” He grumbled as he finally managed to get the vial open.

Jazz chuckled. He loved it when Prowl got frustrated; his eyebrows always scrunched together and his lower lip formed a pout. It was just so cute to watch. He hissed when he felt a finger enter him. It wasn’t that it hurt, they have done this enough that it didn’t sting anymore, he just wasn’t expecting it. “A little warning would have been nice.”

“Sorry.” Prowl mumbled against his love’s neck. He slowly moved his second finger around Jazz’s entrance a little, letting him know what was coming this time, before adding it with his first finger. Moving the two fingers around, he spread the oil and stretched the skin. He heard Jazz gasp out as his fingers brushed against that certain bundle of nerves that made him see stars. He brushed it again.

Jazz moaned, calling out Prowl’s real name. “C-chase…” He withered beneath him, running his nails down Prowl’s smooth back.

Prowl shivered at the feel of the nails on his back, they sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. His fingers pulled out of Jazz, drawing a whimper from the man beneath him. Taking up the message oil one more time, he poured some out into his hand spreading it over his arousal. He had to bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Leaning down he drew Jazz into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue in as he pushed into Jazz’s warm body.

Jazz whimpered as something much larger then a couple of fingers enter him. He broke the kiss to moan aloud when Prowl started to move. “Chase…oh god..”

“Jazz…” Prowl whispered, kissing the side of Jazz’s neck. His hands traced down to his hips tilting them up so he would hit the same bundle of nerves that made Jazz melt in his arms.

Hips rocked together as lips met again in another heated and hungry kiss. They continued to move against each other. Their movements a sensual dance of heat and passion motivated by alcohol and something else, something deeper then just lust alone. It had started out soft and slow but then turned into something harder and faster, almost frenzied. It didn’t take much longer after that for them to reach their climaxes, leaving them both breathless and sweaty.

Prowl pulled out of Jazz and all but collapsed over on top of him. He nuzzled his head into Jazz’s neck. “Love you.” He managed to mumble before drifting off.

“I know.” Jazz sighed contently and he held Prowl close, following him into peaceful sleep.Type your cut contents here.

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Fic - Transformers - Prowl/Jazz (Human!TF)

2008-09-25T22:15:56Z

Cold
Fandom: Transformers
Paring: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: PG-13
Character Design and AU by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns them, I own nothing~!

Prowl muttered to himself, annoyed with his stupid car that broke down on him. It had forced him to walk home in the bitter cold night. He breathed out in annoyance, his breath turning in to a puff of steam as it met the cool air.

“Well someone doesn’t seem happy.” A snickering voice said from in front of him. “Car break down again?”

Prowl jumped, not realizing there had been someone in front of him. He looked to find his partner standing on the stairs leading up to the front door of his apartment building. “Collins, what are you doing here?”

“Geez, don’t act so happy to see me.” Jazz said jokingly. He shifted to his other foot, the duffle bag that was slung around his shoulder moving with him.

Prowl’s brow knitted when he saw the bag. “What’s that for?”

“Well, it’s a part of the reason why I’m here.” Jazz grinned sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “Would you terribly mind if I stayed at your apartment for a few days?” He put his hands together, like he was praying and looked at Prowl. “Please?”

“Fine.” Prowl sighed and walked past Jazz, keys already out to unlock the door. “What happened this time? Another fight?” There was slight disgust in his voice. Yet another fight, Prowl thought, when was he going to learn that he didn’t need her?

“Sort of.” Jazz chuckled as he followed his partner in.

Prowl raised an eyebrow as he opened the door to his apartment and held it open for the other man. “Sort of?”

Walking in Jazz turned on the lights and headed to the kitchen. “Yeah, sort of. I don’t think getting a divorce would really be considered fighting, especially since we both want it.” He grabbed a drink for the fridge. “Did you want a drink as well while I was in here, Prowl?”

Prowl didn’t reply, didn’t move, didn’t even breath. He just stared at his partner in disbelief, thinking his ears were playing tricks on him.

“Prowl?” Jazz looked up from the fridge. It took everything he had not to smirk at the look on his lover’s face. He walked up to him waving a hand in front of his face. “Hello, anyone home?”

Prowl blinked once before grabbing Jazz’s shoulders in a firm grip. “Say that again.”

“Did you want a drink?”

“Not that you idiot! What you said before it!” Prowl growled out.

“Oh, you mean the part about me getting a divorce?” This time he let the smirk show through as he felt the grip on his shoulders tighten.

Prowl’s heart felt like it was trying to beat out of his chest. This had to be too good to be true. “What? Did she finally get fed up with you?”

“Actually I’m the one who asked for the divorce.” He snickered. “I guess I sort of surprised her with it too, ‘cause she actually took a swing at me. I’m just glad I have good reflexes, because that would have hurt if she has-”

Prowl stopped Jazz’s rambling with a question. “Why? Why would you do this? I thought you said you still loved your wife?”

Jazz smiled at the question and took Prowl’s face into his hands. “No, I was wrong. She’s not the one I love.” He placed their foreheads together. “I love you, Chase. I love you.”

Prowl’s heart skipped a beat. Those three simple little words held so much power in them that after they were spoken he started to cry with joy. He never thought he would ever hear those words come from Jazz’s mouth. He kissed that soft mouth, long and hard and with so much passion that it left them breathless when it ended. He held his love close, burying his face into Jazz’s shoulder. “Jazz….What…I mean, not that I’m not happy hearing you say that, because I am…..but what changed your mind?”

“More like who. Let’s just say I had a nice long talk with a friend, and it made me realize and comes to terms with my feelings for you.” Jazz smiled, kissing the side of Prowl’s face. “I love you.”

Prowl held him closer, wanting to never let him go. “I love you too.”Type your cut contents here.
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Fic - Transformers - Prowl/Jazz, Ironhide (Human!TF)

2008-09-25T21:34:11Z

Wings
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing/Characters: Gabriel Ironhide, Jazz Collins, mention of Prowl/Jazz
Rating: pg-13
Character Design and AU by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Hasbro does, please don’t sue.

“Gabe, could we talk?”

Gabriel Ironhide stood up from the custom hot rod he was working on. Wiping his greasy hands on a rag he walked towards the cop.  “Sure, what’s up Jazz?”

“In private, if you don’t mind.”  Jazz glanced over at the twins currently working on an old corvette.

‘Hide blinked. “Not at all.” He followed his friend in to the employees’ lounge silently wondering what Jazz could possibly need to talk about in private.  Jazz was normally such an open person and didn’t care who was around when he opened that mouth of his.  Once he had closed the door to the lounge he looked at the darker skin man in concern. “It everything alright, Jazz?”

A sigh escaped the Jamaican French Creole’s lips. “I’m not sure, really.”

“Not sure?”  Gabe raised a pierced eyebrow.

“You’ve meet my partner, Prowl, right?” Jazz waited for the other man to nod before continuing.  “Well, he….um, saw me…..with my wings out.

Gabriel’s eyes widened slightly.  “Are you sure?  I mean how did he--What the hell were you doing that you needed your wings out?”  He wasn’t angry with the kid, more concerned like an older brother. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Prime about this?”

Jazz shook his head a small grin on his face. “Prime’s not as easy to talk to as you are.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me.”  Gabe returned the grin. “Now out with it.  Why did you have you have your wings out?”

“I didn’t bring them out on my own. They kind of showed up when Prowl and I were…well um.” He coughed and looked away from the ex-solider, a blush gracing his cheeks.

Gabe grinned fully understanding what Jazz wasn’t saying. “So he finally got you in his bed, eh?”

Jazz sputtered, his blush lit up brighter on his face.  “W-what?  How?”

“Heh. I saw the way Prowl looked at you when he thought no one was watching.”  Gabriel patted the other man on his shoulder.  “Kind of felt sorry for the poor guy, being in love with someone who’s...”  Ironhide paused, looking a little more serious. “Married.”

“Yeah.” Jazz took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he sank down on to the couch.  He let out a small cold laugh.  “I must be the worst cop ever; I’m having an affair and it’s with my partner.  I don’t want to hurt anyone, but….. I-I care about Prowl…a lot actually.”

Gabriel watched the cop with intense brown eyes.  He had never seen Jazz this down before, the kid that always had a smile on his face even when faced with death itself.
“Do you love him?”  The ex-soldier asked.

“When I’m with him, I feel so happy. Like everything’s the way it’s supposed to be.”  He avoided Gabe’s question, for now anyways.  Jazz closed his eyes, a small smile on his face.  “And it’s not just during the sex, it’s all the time.  When we’re in the office, or on a case, or even when we just hang out together.  Something I haven’t felt since my first anniversary. So the answer is yes, I love him.”

Gabe let a grin spread onto his face again. “Have you told him that yet?”

“No, not yet,” He answered. “But I will the next chance I get.”  Jazz fingered his wedding ring. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell my wife though.”

“It’d be best to tell her after the divorce; you should keep it as clean as possible.” He knew all too well about messy divorces, having gone though one himself. He paused. “This might put your son through hell though, if there’s a custody battle.  I know you both love him to death.”

Jazz sighed. “He should be with his mother.  My job wouldn’t allow me to be able to take care of him, not to mention the job I have with you guys.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “I just want to be able to see him.”

Gabe nodded.  “That’s understandable.  I’m sure your wife will allow visitation rights. She seemed nice enough when I met her those few times.”

Jazz let out a chuckle.  “You obviously never met her when she’s pissed off.”

“Heh, I had a wife like that.”

Jazz raised a brow. “You had a wife?”

“Two, actually,” Gabriel grinned.  “But that was a long time ago, before for a lot of things happened.”

“Things?”

Gabriel sighed as he absentmindedly scratched at the scars on his wrists. “Yeah, things.  I know you’re curious, Jazz, but it’s something I’d rather not talk about if you don’t mind.”

The cop winced a little. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was a tender subject.”

“Nah, no harm done.”  He shrugged, and the two of them fell into an awkward silence.  It stayed that way for a few minutes until Gabriel started to chuckle all of a sudden.

Jazz raised a brow at the chuckling ex-soldier.  “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, just the fact that we’ve totally veered off the subject you originally wanted to discuss.”  Gabe grinned as he folded his arms across his chest.

Jazz paused and thought about it for a second then started chuckling himself. “We did, didn’t we?”

“Yup.” Gabe still continued to chuckle. “I still think you should talk to Eric about that. Since he’s the leader and he needs to know about this.”

Jazz groaned. “Yeah, I know.  I just don’t want to be yelled at then lectured.  Prime’s a scary guy when he’s angry.”

Gabe snickered. “He’s not that bad.”

A voice suddenly pierced through the open door that connected the lounge to the garage. “ARGH!!! You two, get your asses back here!”

The two men in the lounge looked at each other, exchanging a curious look before they moved to the door to see what was going on.  The twins suddenly ran past the door, giggling like mad men as Eric chased after them with a screwdriver in hand.  The look in his eyes was that of someone about to kill.

“Ummm,” Gabriel scratched his head. “I think maybe you might want to talk him later.”

Jazz nodded in agreement.

Suddenly there was a loud crash followed by, “You little fuckers! When I get my hands on you….!”

“Make that tomorrow, or the end of the week, depending on what those two did.” Type your cut contents here.

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Fic - Transformers - Optimus Prime

2007-08-30T02:00:08Z

Title: Sunset
Fandom: Transformers
Challenge: Angst!Prime
Challenge by: kujazlilmage
Raiting: PG
Warning: Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own, please don’t sue.

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The setting sun painted the city of Tranquility and the land surrounding in a beautiful warm glow of oranges and reds. It had been only a month since the defeat of Megatron but the scars of the battle, both physical and mental, still lay fresh in the minds of everyone who participated. Even the strong leader of the Autobots was no exception to those scars. He stood alone on the cliff taking in the natural beauty the world of humans had to offer, but that beauty couldn’t seem to lift the heavy weight of guilt and sorrows that settled on Optimus’ spark.

Many things went through his processors as he stood there watching the world go by. The sounds and images of screams of terror and humans run in fear for their lives. He brought this war of theirs here, to this world, a world that was already torn with wars of its own. A few human lives had been lost in the fight at Mission City, so had the life of a friend and fellow comrade in arms. The silver face of Jazz flashed in front of his optic lenses. A very human like sigh escaped Optimus’ vocal processors when he thought about Jazz being put offline. ‘If only I could have gotten to the city in time, maybe Jazz would still be…’

‘Optimus, come in.’

The red and blue Autobot sighed one more time before answering the communication link. “I’m here Ratchet, go ahead.”

‘I need you to come back to base, there’s been a few….developments.’

“I copy, I’m on my way.” Optimus blinked, Ratchet sound almost…giddy. Shaking his head, he took one more look at the sun disappearing behind the horizon before transforming in to his alt-form and heading back to base.

Fic - Transformers - Bumblebee/Sam

2007-08-20T05:15:05Z

Title: Stolen Kiss
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: cyborg!Bumblebee/cyber-enhanced!Sam
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own, please don’t sue.
A/N: The idea of cyborg!Bumblebee and cyber-enhanced Sam came from sbxand the pictures by twins_eternal inspired me to write this fic…lit…thingy…. XD

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Surya couldn’t stop staring at the prone form lying in his arms. It wasn’t like he had never watched Sam dive into a computer before; it was that he never noticed how much Sam looked like he was sleeping when he did so. Not that he would, or could, admit it out loud that he watched Sam sleep at night, even if he did. Surya had realized his attraction for his partner only a little while ago, but he knew it had always been there. At first he never could quite understand why he was originally drawn towards the other boy. He always thought it was because they were both in the same boat with what happened to them, but he later realized what he knew now. It was his soul reaching for Sam’s, its mate.

The Hindi boy was brought out of his self thought when Sam twitched slightly in his arms. ‘He must have found a tough barrier or something’ Surya thought. When he dived his body didn’t move an inch unless there was some sort of challenging block or barrier in the computer he needed to hack his way through. Of course that meant Sam was probably in heave right now, he always did love a good challenge. Surya chuckled mentally as he remembered when Sam first joked with him about it.

Gently he slide his metallic fingers along Sam’s right ear and across his cheek. He shouldn’t be doing this, especially when the other didn’t even realize it was going on. But his skin was so soft, he couldn’t help himself! Fingers continued their dance across the temptingly soft skin, brushing over the bridge of his nose and along kissable lips. Fingers paused. He shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t be doing this. Surya bit his bottom lip, looking left and right checking if the coast was clear before leaning down to place his lips against others.

A small electric like shock ran through Surya’s body when their lips meet. Sam’s lips where perfect and made Surya wish that he were aware of the kiss. He wanted to feel those perfect lips move against his own.

Sam stirred; he was coming out of his computer dive.

Surya stiffened and backed away from his partners face, hoping he wasn’t blushing like a love sick school girl.

Puppy brown eyes cracked open to stare up at the blonde cyborg holding him. His face broke out into a grin. “Hey there Bumblebee.”

Bumblebee smiled back as he helped Sam stand. He questioned if Sam was alright.

“Yeah, dude, I’m great.” Sam brushed off some non-existent dust from his pants. “Everything went off like clock work.”

The Hindu boy said Sam looked like he had fun.

“Oh totally, there was an awesome barrier in there that was a blast to crack!” Sam stretched his arms and hummed to himself.

Bumblebee chuckled silently.

Sam stopped his humming and blinked, as if just realizing something. He put one hand to his face, fingers ghosting over his lips. “That’s strange, why do my lips feel like they’ve been kissed.”

Bumblebee turned his back to Sam as quickly as he could and prayed to whatever deity that was listening that the other didn’t see the blush that lit up his face.

“Surya?” Sam blinked at his friend, a frown creasing his lips. “Is everything alright?”

The other boy just waved his hand in a way that said I’m fine. He started to walk away in the direction the others would be in.

Sam stared at his partners back then touched his lips with his fingers again. He gave a small smile to himself before following the blonde-haired cyborg. “Hey Surya wait up!”

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A/N: ok, yeah that totally sucked, but hey I was inspired so I had to write before I lost said insparation. Also it's not beta-ed so if you see anything wrong please tell me. ^-^

Fic - New X-men/Young Avengers (Tommy/Victor)

2007-08-15T20:07:18Z

Title: Scream
Fandom: Young Avengers/ New X-men
Pairing: Tommy(Speed)/Victor(Anole)
Theme: #2 Scream
Raiting: R/NC-17 (just to be on the safe side)
Disclaimer: I don’t own, please don’t sue.

Sweat dripped off of Tommy as he kissed the green skinned mutant beneath him. He moved his lips from Anole’s, dragging them down the smooth jaw line to the curve of his neck.

A moan was drawn out from the Victor when Tommy started nibbling around the neck area. He felt those lips move lower to his chest and whimpered when they started to tease a nipple.

Tommy released the nub from his teeth to smirk. “My, aren’t we vocal tonight.”

Victor gave him a halfhearted glare, which was thwarted by a movement of Tommy’s tongue over his other nipple. A shiver went down his spine as those lips continued their path down Victor’s abdomen, stopping at the bellybutton. He held his breath.

The silver-haired teen gave Victor a teasing smirk. “Do you want me to stop?”

Victor let his breath out in a growl. He was about to say what a stupid tease his boyfriend was when Tommy swallow and he screamed.

Fic - New X-men/Young Avengers (Tommy/Victor)

2007-08-15T20:03:33Z

Title: In the Eyes
Fandom: Young Avengers/ New X-men
Pairing: Tommy(Speed)/Victor(Anole)
Theme: #3 Echo
Raiting: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own, please don’t sue.

Victor took a deep breath; he was finally going to confess to Tommy his feelings for him. He was still afraid at how the other boy might react, just because his twin was gay didn’t mean that he felt the same way about other guys. Taking another deep breath he walked up to the silver haired speedster. “Um, T-tommy?”

Tommy turned around on the heel of his foot. “Yeah? Did you want some thing?”

Victor lowered his head to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. “Well, I-I just wanted to tell you-!!” His eyes widened as soft lips pressed against his own.

Tommy pulled back, softly smirking.

Victor looked him in the eye and saw his own feelings being echoed back to him through Tommy’s. “You mean you-?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He smiled and leaned for another kiss.

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“By the way Tommy, how did you know what I was going to say?”

“Eh, I just know when people love me.” Tommy smirked when he saw his new boyfriend’s eyes roll. “Well, there that and the fact that your friends ratted you out also helped too.”

“……THEY WHAT!?”

Well, it's certainly been a while since I last updated this thing. XD I blame WoW.

Fic - New X-men/Young Avengers (Tommy/Victor)

2007-05-27T03:37:09Z

Title: Saved by the Speed?
Fandom: Young Avengers/ New X-men
Pairing: Tommy(Speed)/Victor(Anole)
Theme: #1 Luck
Raiting: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own, please don’t sue.

Victor always thought he had relatively good luck. So when he found himself with a baseball flying towards his face, he started to wish that good luck would kick in.

“God, you are so lucky you have me to get you out of trouble.”

Victor blinked at the lack of get his face smashed in with a baseball. “Tommy?”

“Who else would want to save that cute ass of yours?” Tommy snickered, tossing the ball up and down in his hand. The same ball that only seconds ago was about to become rather acquainted with his boyfriend’s face.

“Thanks for that then.” Victor gave Tommy a quick peck on the lips.

Tommy just smirked. “Sure. No problem. But now you owe me”

The reptilian mutant narrowed his eye.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

The green skinned teen eyed his boyfriend with suspicion. “Where you the one who-?”

Tommy fringed an appalled look at the idea. “Are you suggesting that I threw the ball at you, Viccy! How could you say such a thing!”

Victor gave him a look that said ‘Because I know you, Tommy’. Sighing he continued. “So what is it that you want?”

The silver haired teen smirked again, only wider this time.

Victor put his hand to his face. “Is that all you ever think about?”

“Pretty much.”

“So you threw the ball at me so you could save me from it, just because you’re horny?”

“Pretty much.”

“Oh look, you just confessed to it. That makes the favor null and void.” Victor started to walk away.

“Hey, wait! That’s not fair!”

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A/N: The first of 13 themes I intend to write for these two~!

Fic - Kingdom Hearts II (Xaldin/Xigbar; implied: III/II/VIII)

2007-05-27T03:26:34Z

Title: Under the Desk
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Xaldin/Xigbar (implied: Xaldin/Xigbar/Axel)
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

Xaldin glared at the piles of paper sitting peacefully on his desk. Normally he didn’t mind paperwork as much as the others did, but when it started formed rather large towers is when he started to become rather annoyed by it. The paperwork currently in the in-box was exceeding that limit by leaps and bounds. And the only reason he had this much paperwork to begin with was because some loudmouthed, ceiling hanging, asshole of a sharpshooter decided to use his position of power as II to dump it on III. To say the lancer was a little bit peeved was a vast understatement.

“Well, someone looks rather pissed off.” Came a voice from above the lancer’s head.

Xaldin didn’t even bother looking up from what he was doing, already knowing who was there. “Whose fault would that be?” He heard feet starting to walk across the ceiling. “And don’t you dare even think about leaving footprints while you’re up there.”

Xigbar just snorted and dropped down from his spot. “I don’t see what you’re getting all pissy about. You said you liked doing the paperwork. I don’t, so I’m letting you handle it.”

Xaldin’s eye twitched as he continued to write. “I said I didn’t mind doing my own paperwork, I said nothing about doing anyone else’s.”

“Well excu~se me for misunderstanding.” The Freeshooter said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Humph.” Xaldin glanced at the man standing next to him. “You’ll just have to make it up to me later.”

Xigbar snorted. “As if.” Then he paused. A thoughtful look passed over his face as he thought about what the dragoon has said. A rather large mischievous grin spread across his lips. Moving forward he leaned down in front the other man, one arm braced against the far arm of the chair while the other wrapped around the back of Xaldin’s neck. He brought his face in closer so that when he spoke their lips brushed against each other’s. “Instead of later, how about I just make it up to you right now?”

Xaldin’s face never betrayed his thoughts; he just calmly looked back at the sniper in front of him. “And what did you have in mind, Xigbar?”

Instead of answering, the sniper pressed in the rest of the way and joined their lips together. He felt the other’s tongue snake into his mouth almost automatically and smirked inwardly to himself. Sex was always a good way to get people to do what you wanted, not to mention the plus of getting laid yourself.

The dragoon set the pen he was writing with down and cradled the back of Xigbar’s head with that hand. With the other he began to unzip the sniper’s jacket. “Off. Now.”

Xigbar snickered. “Aren’t we demanding, what if I don’t want to take it off?” Despite saying this he still shrugged off the heavy leather coat.

“I’m allowed to be, this is my payment for doing your paperwork, remember?” Xaldin yanked him in for another kiss, practically tearing his shirt from his body.

“Hey, what about you?” He managed to get through the kiss.

“What about me?” Xaldin asked as he let his gloved hands roam over the flat planes of Xigbar’s chest and stomach, pausing rub his thumbs over caramel colored buds.

“Your clothes, take them off as well. I’m not going to be the only one half naked here.” Xigbar managed to pant out.

“If you want them off, you take them off yourself.”

Xigbar groaned as Xaldin leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. He was about to respond to Xaldin when lips were moved up his chest and semi-sharp teeth bit at his neck. “Hey! Watch it with those things, I like my skin where it is, thank you very much!”

Xaldin just chuckled as he lapsed at the already bruised skin with his tongue. “I forgot how easily you bruise.”

“Oh, shut up.” He kissed him again, trying to hide the small blush that graced his cheeks. Bracing one arm against the back of the chair, Xigbar reached for the zipper to the dragoon’s coat. He began to unzip it slowly, letting one finger slide along the newly opened area of the coat. He paused over Xaldin’s crotch, giving the area a nice long rub with his hand, forcing a kiss muffled moan from III. Once the jacket was fully unzipped he began to rid the larger man of the heavy jacket. “Better.” He said into the kiss.

Xaldin continued the kiss as he stood up, slowly pushing II back against the desk. He began to unbuckle Xigbar’s pants, sliding them down over slim hip. He took a hold of the hardened length with a gloved hand and started to stroke it slowly.

The hand on him caused him to wither against the edge of the desk as his hips tried to thrust foreword only to be stopped by Xaldin’s other hand. He whimpered when that hand stopped moving, ceasing that delicious friction, and moved to his other hip. That whimper turned into a moan when he was turned around and bent over the desk. “Fuck.”

“With pleasure.” Xaldin said as he reached for the lube. Removing the glove on his left hand he coated three fingers with the clear liquid substance. Fully aware of the fact that Xigbar really didn’t need any preparation he was about to push all three fingers in when the door opened.

“Hey, Xaldin, have you seen Xig-GAH~!” Axel froze in the doorway, awestricken at the sight before him.

Xaldin let a sigh of annoyance out. “Axel, you’re supposed to knock before you enter someone’s room.”

VIII shook out of his daze and closed the door. “Had this been your bedroom, I would have.”

“Well, now you know to knock on his office door too.” Xigbar snorted, rather irradiated at the interruption. “Now go away, we’re in the middle of something.”

Axel tilted his head slightly, looking at the two older Nobodies curiously. He smirked. “What? Can’t I join you?”

Xigbar looked up at the flame Nobody then back at the lancer behind him, a question clear in his one eye.

Xaldin just sighed again. “Do whatever you like.”

“Yay!” The red-haired Nobody make a move towards the desk when the door opened yet again.

“Did anyone hear that-WHAT THE FUCK!?” Demyx near passed out from the instant nosebleed he got.

There was complete silence in for a few moments before Axel started to snicker. “Well that’s one way to phrase it.”

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Fic - Kingdom Hearts II (Xaldin/Saix)

2007-05-27T03:21:39Z

Title: Scenes of the Night
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Xaldin/Saix
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

A growl emitted from Saix’s throat as teeth sank in deeper into the base of his neck, not hard enough to break the skin but still enough to leave a dark mark there. He shivered when the teeth were replaced by a tongue lapsing at the newly formed mark, trying to soothe the small stinging sensation. Hands that were on his hips snaked around his waist to cup his rear end and drag him flush against the other body. He slipped one of his own hands into dark hair fingers twisting around thick dreadlocks.

“Xaldin…”

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The berserker withered in the sheets beneath him, panting as he thrust into him slow and hard. Xaldin traced the point an ear causing the other to purr in his ear. He could feel a clawed hand at his back, painting it in bright pink lines some tinged dark with the redness of blood. This other hand was fisting the sheets almost shredding the thin material to bits in its death grip on them. An animal like whimper from the other man beneath him made Xaldin smirk.

“Beg for it, Saix.” Xaldin whispered hoarsely into the Nobody’s ear. “Beg me for what you want.”

Saix growled in defiance, clawing his back with both hands. He did not beg.

“Do it, or you’ll never get what you want.”

The blue haired man growled again. “Damn you, Xaldin! Go faster!”

Xaldin did, and Saix howled.

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Saix snuggled up against the warmth that was Xaldin.

“You cuddle?” Xaldin raised a dark brow in question, an amused smirk on his face.

“Shut up.”

The older Nobody just snickered.

Saix glared. “Tell anyone and I’ll personally make sure you lose all your appendages.”

Xaldin continued to snicker. “I wont tell anybody. Though if II ever found out, he’d have a field day with it.”

“You’re right, dude, I am having a field day with it.” Said a surfer-ish like voice from above their heads.

Both the now startled and shocked men looked up at the scarred but grinning face of the Freeshooter looking down at them from the ceiling.

“XIGBAR! YOU ASSHOLE! GET DOWN FROM THERE!”

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Fic - Kingdom Hearts II (Luxord/Xigbar)

2007-05-27T03:17:51Z

Title: Fruity Thing
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Luxord/Xigbar
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

“…..Xigbar?”

“Nnnh….. yeah?”

“What the bloody hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, dude? I’m trying to get to that fruity thing.”

Luxord watched as the Freeshooter shimmied upside down across the sideways bent tree. Truthfully he had no idea why the other Nobody wanted to get at the star like fruit the first place, but he seemed determined to do so. “Wouldn’t it be easier to get if you used your powers rather then actually abiding by the laws of gravity?”

“I would, but it seems my powers won’t work here.” Xigbar inched closer and closer, his only eye locked on to the fruit.

The blonde was afraid he was going to say that. His own powers weren’t working either, or rather they weren’t working that well. He could still feel the darkness flowing within him, but he could seem to cultivate it enough to bend time or do anything else for that matter. In short it meant that the two of them were stuck on that tiny island till they could figure out how to get off. “Shouldn’t you be right side up? You’re going to fall otherwise, mate.”

“As if.” Xigbar snorted as he reached for the fruit. He tugged on it to get it loose. “I’m #II in the Organization, master of gravity and space! I’m not going to fal-AAHHHH”

*SPLASH*

Luxord looked over the edge of the small naturally made platform. A smirk plastered on his face.

“Not. One. Fucking. Word.” Said a disgruntled Xigbar as he glared up at the tree he fell from. He was floating in the shallow water, the piece of star fruit floating next to him.

The Gambler of Fate snickered as he jumped down to the sand. “Well, at least you got the fruit, right mate?”

II glared at him as he mumbled some choice words under his breath. Sitting up caused the water around him to slosh and ripple. Picking up the fruit he started to shake it to dry it off.

Luxord raised an eye brow in question. “You’re not seriously thinking about eating that, are you?”

“Why not? I went through all that trouble to get the damn thing, I might as well.” With that said Xigbar took a bite of the yellow fruit. Chewing slowly he hummed to himself in the way people do when they really like something. “This stuff is actually pretty damn good.”

“You do realize that it could be poisonous, right?” Luxord just rolled his eyes. Sometimes he seriously wondered how the Freeshooter even managed to get his position. Then again, thought the blonde, he could have been in a lot of other positions before becoming #II.

“Oh it’s fine. Stop being a worrywart.” Xigbar snorted as he made his way back to the beach. Holding the fruit in his mouth he unzipped and shrugged off the drenched coat and shirt. “Bleh, I’m all wet.”

Luxord smirked. “Why yes, I can see that.”

A brow shot up on Xigbar’s forehead. “Oh ho, so the high and mighty Gambler of Fate does have a perverted side.”

Luxord rolled his eyes again. “I’ve always had a perverted side; I just don’t show it as much as you do.”

“Yeah, whatever man.” Xigbar took another bite of the star fruit. He looked at it then looked at Luxord. “You want a bite?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Aw, come on. It ain’t gonna kill ya.” He held it up to the blonde-haired man.

Luxord’s left eye twitched a little. “I said no.”

“I bet you’ll like it if you try it.” The Freeshooter persisted.

The other Nobody glared. “You don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, I’ll try it.” Luxord sighed.

Xigbar grinned and held up the fruit again. He was about to say something when Luxord grabbed a wrist and yanked him closer, the other hand coming up to cradle the back of his head. Lips pressed against his own and the other’s beard to brush roughly against his chin and cheeks. A tongue slithered out and into his mouth, searching for a taste of what was left of the fruity substance. Xigbar’s hands went automatically to the blonde’s shoulders, ready to push him away, but he soon found himself returning the kiss as it continued.

Luxord was the first to pull away, a smug smirk on his kiss swollen lips. “You’re right, I did like it.” Without another word he pulled away from the gunner and walked towards the small semi-hidden cave.

Xigbar stood there for a moment, a little dazed and dumbfounded. When he finally came to his senses he was grinning like the mad man he was. “Well, that was interesting.” He followed the gambler slinging his coat and shirt over his shoulder. Maybe going through the trouble to get that fruit was well worth it after all.

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Fic - Young Avengers (Vision/Cassie)

2007-05-21T21:40:14Z

Title: The Card
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing: Vision/Cassie
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

The Vision blinked at the card currently residing of a table in the lair. It was in a plain white envelope addressed to him. He looked around and saw no one else in the room, which was strange since the group was meeting there today. He turned his attention back to the card and poked it, he didn’t know why; it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. After making certain that it wasn’t going to explode he picked it up and opened it.

[Turn around? Huh?] The Vision looked at the card in confusion.

“If it says turn around, it means turn around silly,” said a familiar female voice.

Even if he really couldn’t be startled or scared by the fact that someone has snuck up behind didn’t mean he wasn’t surprised by it. Instinctively he turned around quickly, ready to attack if need be. He was surprised yet again by a pair of soft lips against his smooth ones. [C-cassie!?]

The blond-haired girl pulled away blushing. “Um…Surprise?”

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A/N: OMG! I wrote something for a straight pairing. O.o lol

Fic - Young Avengers (Patriot/Speed & Nico/Kate)

2007-05-21T12:34:45Z

Title: Double Date: Deleted Scene
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairings: Eli/Tommy, Nico/Kate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

A deleted secen from the Double Date

“Oh my god, they look so….so cute like that.”

Nico looked over at the scene before her. “Yeah, I would have to agree with you there. Think we could get away with taking a picture and black mailing them with it?”

Kate snickered and leaned against her girlfriend. “I think they’d kill us before we had a chance to do any good with it.”

“You have a point.” Nico sighed. “I still can believe they fell asleep.”

Kate grinned. “Well they have been kind of….busy as of late.”

Nico covered her mouth to keep from giggling to loudly.

Tommy muttered in his sleep at the noise and nuzzled his face into Eli’s chest. Eli, who was stretched out across the couch an arm protectively around the other’s waist, shifted to accommodate Tommy’s snuggling. They had both dozed off sometime during the middle of the third movie, and it didn’t look they would be waking anytime soon.

Nico looked at them thoughtfully for a moment before ginning like a mad woman.

“What is it?” Kate looked at he girlfriend warily; she knew that look.

Nico’s grinned widened. “What do you think Eli would do if he woke up to Tommy with black hair?”

“He’d probably think it was Bil-” Kate paused and blinked. Then slowly a wicked smirk formed on her lips. “That would be almost too mean-”

“Yet highly amusing at the same time.” Nico added as she continued to grin at Kate.

Kate glanced at her girlfriend, her smirk growing wider. “Do it.”

+=+=+=+=+

…..an hour later.

“What the FUCK!? BILLY?!?”

“Why the hell is my hair black!?”

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Fic - Young Avengers (Patriot/Speed & Nico/Kate)

2007-05-21T12:00:05Z

Title: Double Date Pt. 1 & 2
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairings: Eli/Tommy, Nico/Kate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

Last fic in the Eli/Tommy series. Continuation of So, You're a Couple?

“So why exactly do we have to go out on a double date with these two again?” Nico asked as her girlfriend opened the front door of the apartment for her.

Kate grinned and gave Nico a kiss hello. “Because I thought it would be nice for them to actually have a date for once.”

“In other words, Iron Man wanted Tommy out of his hair long enough to get his sanity back, or get laid,” said the young witch as she followed the Kate into the kitchen.

“Actually he wanted both of them out of the Tower.”

Nico snickered. “That bad, huh?”

“Yup.” Kate smirked.

“So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking pizza and movies.”

“Did you already order the pizza?”

Kate nodded as she grabbed some plates and napkins. “Yeah, I was actually going to go down there in a few minutes. Want to join me or would you rather stay right here?”

Nico raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Do you really need to ask?”

The girl also known as Hawkeye chuckled. “I guess not.” She set the plates down on a small table in the TV room and grabbed her purse off the couch. Taking a hold of Nico’s hand she led them back to the front door and to the elevator.

As they waited for the elevator to arrive Nico asked. “Is there any particular reason why your apartment seemed so quiet today?”

“My Dad’s on vacation and the house keeper has the weekend off.”

“Well isn’t that convenient. Maybe I should stay the night.” Nico’s grin widened. “To make sure nothing happens to you during the night, of course.”

“Oh, of course.” Kate returned Nico’s grin. The elevator chimed, signaling that it had arrived at their floor. Nico stepped in before her and paused. “What? What is- oh not again.” Kate sighed when she saw Eli and Tommy in the elevator, making-out, and then some.

“I’m starting to see why Stark wanted them out of the Tower.” Nico tugged Kate into the elevator with her and pushed the button to the lobby floor. “Do you think they’re going to notice us anytime soon?”

“I don’t know, but I sure hope it’s before we get to the lobby.”

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“Tommy?”

“Yes, Eli my sugar pie?”

“One, don’t ever call me that again. Two, what are you doing?”

Tommy grinned. “I’m straddling your hips.”

“I can see that, but why?”

“Why do you think?” Tommy asked, a devilish smirk forming on his lips.

Eli growled. “Tommy, get off of me. Kate and-”

“Kate and Nico went to the bathroom thirty minutes ago.” Tommy cut in. “Do you really think they’ve been powdering their noses this entire time?”

Eli’s blushed and turned his head back to the movie on the big screen.

Tommy’s smirk grew.

“Shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything, Eli.”

“Grrrr…”

“I love you too.”

There was a long stretch of silence where Tommy smirked and Eli glared. Tommy inched closer and leaned in for the kill….

“Please don’t have sex on the couch, my father would kill me.” Kate said a she walked into the living room. Nico following close behind, looking very much like a cat who got the cream.

Tommy groaned and flopped against Eli. Life was so unfair to him! “I’m never going to get laid tonight am I?”

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