A WIP Meme
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When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Keeping it to the things I'm actually working on or intending to work on, and leaving out the things that have ceased to move me with a desire to finish:
In Saiyuki:
Lavender Daze (or, It Could Have Been Worse), a crackish thing inspired this past summer by discussion of the anime's mis-coloring issues withsoliandxpyne. Mostly it's an excuse to play a little with my dragon threesomes in either incarnation. It's actually fully drafted, but I'm not at all satisfied with it yet. :/
Kenren rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, one finger stroking over the corner of his mouth to mask the grin he couldn't quite hold back. "Yes, actually--I think I kind of like it. It's a very becoming hue on you, Commander."
Goujun's eyes narrowed to fiery yellow-red slits and he growled, a low sound that articulated his severely un-amused displeasure better than any words could have.
"Ah, that is to say, Sir--" Tenpou interjected himself smoothly between his two lovers, effortlessly regaining the flaring dragon's focus. "It's a very fetching shade of lavender, to be certain, but it's far better suited to clothing than to your skin." He shot a brief, scathing glance over his shoulder at Kenren, an articulate rebuke on the wisdom of teasing an angry dragon whose dignity was on the line.
"...Right," Kenren said, and cracked his knuckles. "I think I'll go have a word with these animators, see if they can't have some sense talked into them. Complain about this, maybe, while I'm at it." He ran a careless hand over the pink disarray of his hair.
[working title] WMD, KenTen first-time porn built up around an out-of-context line Inyx-sama fed me from Naruto. About 19 months so far in the making and only half-written.
"I do find myself in something of a quandary, however," Tenpou said then, his hands moving almost idly down to the front of Kenren's pants. "Do I take you, or do I let you take me ?"
"It's all the same to me," Kenren managed, fumbling just as badly with the second button. Tenpou's nimble fingers plucking casually at the fastenings of his trousers made it very difficult to focus.
"It is quite the dilemma, though, for me," Tenpou continued, pulling Kenren's pants wide open. "I outrank you, after all, and I'm afraid it would be regarded as highly improper were it ever discovered that I had bent over for you."
It struck Kenren as patently ridiculous that Tenpou should worry about the propriety of rank versus sexual role when the entire idea of them even doing what they were doing would be regarded as highly improper if anyone ever found out, but he kept it to himself. "So you can be on top, then," he panted, finally managing to slip the button free. "I told you, it doesn't matter to me."
"Except--" and Tenpou pouted, adorable as you please "--I prefer to be on the bottom, you see; I find it very much more to my liking than thrusting and grunting like a ravening beast. There's so much to be learned in watching how one's partner gives and takes his pleasure, in learning how best to drive him beyond his own control..." He trailed off, one slender hand curling firmly about Kenren's cock.
Kenren jerked, and swore, and gave up on opening the damned buttons properly. They made the most satisfying tiny clattering noises as they bounced and skittered across the floor, and Tenpou eyed him reprovingly as the shirt fell open around him. "Really, Kenren--was that necessary?" His hand moved slightly inside Kenren's pants, a teasingly gentle stroke.
"Uhh. Sorry?" Kenren managed, not the least bit remorseful nor contrite. He surged experimentally against Tenpou's soft grip, and somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by the smugness of Tenpou's tiny smile in response.
The Odd Job, a How-did-they-get-Jeep? crackfic crossover with...well, you're not meant to know beforehand. ^_^; Have been working on this one almost as long as I've been in the fandom, and there are still a few chunks of meat and some connective tissue that need to be added.
"Pet...a what, now?" Gojyo stopped dead in his tracks. "Okay. Time out." He bounced one hand perpendicular above the other in a classic 'time-out' gesture, a reflexive physical echo of his words. "Now you know I'm willin' to try all kindsa kinky shit in the name of entertaining the readers, but...bestiality? Come on!"
Hakkai stopped walking so as not to leave his friend behind. "Actually, I'm quite sure that zoophilia would be far more likely for either of us, given character and personality, not that every writer takes such things under proper consideration..." He trailed off at Gojyo's incredulous stare, and flashed a sheepish smile. "Ahaha! However." He peered closely at the outline again, adjusting his monocle absently. "As I said--it's rated eleven-plus, Gojyo, and there aren't any squick warnings. I don't believe you have anything to worry about."
Gojyo's posture loosened slightly in visible relief. "Oh. Good. Sex is such a popular subject with these fic writers," he muttered. "Not that I'd usually complain, but some of the crap they come up with--" He shuddered.
Hakkai acquired a sympathetic expression. "Can I assume your last fic involved--" his brow creased slightly as he searched for the word "--'mpreg'?"
Gojyo nodded, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Never mind that half-breeds tend to be shootin' blanks--Sanzo was having my baby. It was damned freaky, I tell you." He shuddered again, violently.
Gratitude, Goujun/Kougaiji crack porn. In progress since Dec of 2004; I spend more time tweaking the existing bits over and over again to match my evolving sense of character than I do drafting the missing bits (namely, the porn). Don't know that I'll ever finish this one--Kou still feels OOC no matter what I do with him--but I do think I'd like to.
Quite clearly the prince expected no objection, and indeed, Goujun was forced to admit, he could not find it in himself to be particularly opposed. Kougaiji was a fine and noble individual, in body as well as spirit; as he'd just been reminded, it was also far too long since he'd done anything of this sort. Still, there was propriety to think of, and Tenpou and Kenren would quite likely pout terribly for missing out if ever it reached their ears, and...and--
And Kougaiji was mouthing his horn in earnest, now, lips soft and warm along its length, tongue nimble and wet and unspeakably sweet twisting lightly around the tip. Goujun tensed uncontrollably in response, accosted by pulsing heat and cold and a liquid tightness that rang in his ears, flowed down beneath the skin of his neck, dribbled swiftly through the rest of his body to pool in restless waves in the pit of his stomach. His fingers flexed, twitching involuntarily as he struggled to maintain his formal shape; the sensual assault had him clinging desperately to control over his physical form when Kougaiji ceased at last.
"Do you object?" the prince repeated, and the soft wisp of his breath at Goujun's ear left shivers crawling down the dragon's spine.
"...No. No, not particularly," he managed, the words rather tedious to retrieve from the tides of red sensation still washing his mind.
Jealous of Your Cigarette, Gojyo/Hakkai porn-in-an-alleyway. Started in Nov 2005 after Tav's icon planted the seed and the title song coaxed it to sprout; haven't really touched it in quite awhile. Ought to remedy that.
Gojyo broke away, his grin predatory and pleased. "May like smoking, sure, but know what?" He nipped fiercely again at Hakkai's mouth. "All the pleasure I get from it, now, I'm savin' up to give to you."
"A-ah. I s-see--" Hakkai's answer stuttered into a short gasp as Gojyo's free hand moved down to the front of his trousers, groping him boldly. The cigarette smoldered in Gojyo's other hand against the wall beside his head.
"And I really, really enjoy my cigarettes." Gojyo's teeth latched onto Hakkai's ear below the limiters while his fingers began to nimbly unfasten his friend's pants.
"Ah--Gojyo--we shouldn't--" Hakkai's free hand tugged eagerly at Gojyo's hip, encouraging him. "It's broad daylight, after all, and--"
Gojyo's mouth muffled the rest of the token protest, hot and wet and very persuasive. His hand slid into the opening he'd created, curling around the firm length inside; Hakkai tore free of the kiss, biting off a groan as he let his head fall back.
Open Road, a gen-ish Hakkai and Hakuryuu fic set in Gunlock ep 11. I wrote this snippet in May 2006 and that's all there is of it so far. >_< But I do want to go where I originally planned with it, sort of a thrill-of-driving exploration and Hakuryuu's pleasure at sharing it with Hakkai. It should also be noted that I need to go back to the ep in question to make sure I'm referencing scene/dialogue for this correctly.
The sun was barely lightening the eastern horizon when Hakkai woke Hakuryuu and asked him to wait outside the inn's front door in jeep form. The little dragon was somewhat surprised by the request--he had expected that Hakkai would take another day to recuperate from his cold before resuming the journey--but shook the sleep from his wings and chirped his acquiescence regardless. He flapped out the window that Hakkai held open for him and soared up over the roof of the inn, circling. It was early enough that the streets were practically deserted; he glided down before the front entrance and transformed, stretching comfortably into the shape he hadn't worn in several days. He shook himself and settled down to wait, bouncing very slightly on his tires.
A short while later Hakkai came out the front door and loaded a few supplies into his backseat. "We'll leave in just a few minutes, Hakuryuu," he said, weary disappointment in his tone, and went inside again.
Concerned, Hakuryuu started his engine and let it idle, wondering what had brought his Hakkai to such a gloomy mood. He found himself fidgeting restlessly at the idea of a day spent traveling with all his passengers in ill-spirits. If Hakkai was unhappy, after all, it was quite likely the others would be even more so.
It was very much a surprise, then, when Hakkai returned alone after another few moments and slid in behind the wheel.
"Someone ought to teach them a lesson," his driver sighed, and gently but swiftly pressed his gas pedal to the floor.
Ayatsuri, an old NiiKou fic I started back in Nov 2004. I don't know if I have it in me to finish this; I no longer have the same drive to exorcise personal demons of frustration through these two, as my own RL relationships have improved, and the present-tense/first-person thing doesn't feel entirely comfortable to me. Yet I don't really want to just leave it alone, yet, either. Like I said. I don't know.
"What makes you suppose I'm not here to kill you?"
The smile on his face turns brightly patronizing, and he gives a little laugh. "My dear Kougaiji, if you meant to kill me, surely you would have followed through on that threat the first time." He reaches for my hand as he speaks, drawing me closer; then carefully slices off his remaining buttons with the sharp edge of one of my nails.
And of course I let him, enticed by the gesture, as he doubtless intended me to be.
The severed buttons bounce soundlessly to the rug, and his eyes capture mine.
"However..." He lifts my hand to his collar as his shirt falls open, guiding my fingers to gently grasp his throat. "If I should be mistaken, Kougaiji, then here is your golden opportunity..." And he grows still, waiting, watching me intently.
My hand tightens, presses with the desperate need to prove him wrong, and his eyes flare with an instant's surprise that pleases me far more than it should.
[As-yet untitled], a speculative thing on how Goujun becomes Hakuryuu. I've only recently decided that this doesn't have to rely on the full unwritten 'epic' in my head, that it could easily be written to stand on its own. I started jotting bits of it down as notes in...probably Spring-ish 2005. We'll see what happens with it now that I'm regarding it individually. Though with Gaiden progressing as it is...who knows. We might have a canon answer before I get this written. At the very least, there are bits of it even within this excerpt that need to be tweaked to allow for canon developments so far.
"The Jade Emperor sentenced me to death." His chains clinked almost musically as he shifted to frown up at her.
"Ah, yes. Well, you see--I changed his mind." She winked.
Hope sank within Goujun, dying dull and heavy in the pit of his stomach while despair and anger rose to take its place. "Why would you do such a thing?" he managed, bitter darkness clawing its way up his throat. He had wanted only to die, to be free of the restraint of his blood and his duty, free of the stagnation and dishonour of Heaven.
"Divine bodhisattva and merciful goddess, remember?" She slouched before him, fists planted on her cocked hips.
"Merciful--" Goujun did his best not to choke on the word. "Sparing my life is no mercy. Leaving me here is no mercy--"
"Oh, Goujun, don't fret so! It doesn't become you." She smiled, an infuriatingly benign, fuzzy expression that reminded him painfully of Tenpou.
[Working Title] K-I-S-S-I-N-G, a Doku/Kou thing that...er. I drafted it fully back in Sept 2005, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
broken_compass. Never liked how it had turned out and fiddled with it intermittently; still haven't fixed/addressed all its problems. At Ycon 2006 someone (I think it was merichan) was lamenting that there's just not enough Doku/Kou porn in the world, and I ended up expanding the fic in an effort to counter that shortage. *cough* Not that it helps if I never finish it, but. I seem to stall over the actual porn, as with several other fics on this list. Which baffles me. That aside, I'm considering splitting it back into two fics - the original, improved, with the porn as a sequel. *shrug* I really do like these two, and there's really not enough of them.
"Dammit Kou! Don't be such an idiot! There's more at stake here than just you, y'know. What happens to Lirin if you die? What happens to your mother?" Kougaiji's mouth tightened and his brow drew down, but Doku continued on, heedless. "Or Yaone? Me, for that matter? We serve you, Kou. Not the bitch. Not that freak with the bunny. You matter to us, whether or not you matter to yourself. You're our leader, unofficially or otherwise. And a leader doesn't go nobly to his own death until all his men are either out of harm's way or properly avenged."
"I am not actively courting my own death, Dokugakuji." Kou's voice held the tightness of pricked anger.
Doku paused minutely, then plowed forward resolutely. No sense having this conversation halfway, after all. "Yeah, well you sure as hell aren't doing much to avoid it, either. Quit trying to be a martyr, Kou. We're not gonna let you. I'm not gonna let you. You're way too important to m--us."
Kougaiji's anger ebbed as quickly as it had surfaced, and he cocked an eyebrow. "'Us'?"
"Yeah. 'Us'." Doku met his prince's scrutiny almost belligerantly but glanced quickly away again, stubbornness faltering. No sense having the conversation halfway, right. "Me," he admitted, barely above a mutter. He took a deep breath and fought the compulsion to squirm while Kou's shadowed eyes appraised him in the dark.
Understanding, sequel to Unwinding. Hakuryuu/Hakkai full-on discovery porn. *cough* Started in Aug 2005. Not much of this is written, despite that it's pretty well outlined and how often it plays through my mind.
"Kyuu," Hakuryuu murmured softly, low and soothing as his tongue flickered around the warm energy of Hakkai's limiters, tasting the skin between. He nuzzled into the hollow beneath the ear, grazing his way down and around to the nape of Hakkai's neck. He'd seen Gojyo do similar things often enough, which seemed to please Hakkai; he was both gratified and reassured to hear the slight hitch in Hakkai's breath, feel the tightening twitch of Hakkai's fingers where they still held his body close that told him yes, Hakkai did indeed find it pleasant to be touched in such a manner. He let his tongue flicker out, teasing curiously through the fine hairs he encountered, and felt Hakkai shiver. Excited by the response, he pressed closer, tail slithering wetly across Hakkai's chest, the tip of it flicking lightly against the strange nub of a nipple.
Hakkai's breath hitched again, more noticeably, and his body melted back against the wall of the bath. His grip beneath Hakuryuu's wings altered the slightest bit, cradling instead of simply holding, accomodating rather than uncertain. The dragon couldn't help a purring trill of satisfaction at the shift; feeling Hakkai accept, feeling the hesitation dismissed, fed the desire to bring his companion pleasure. Of course Hakkai would comprehend his intentions, and he'd been foolish to worry otherwise; for Hakkai, his Hakkai, was so very intelligent, understood him so completely despite the differences. Hakkai understood what he meant to offer, and Hakkai was trusting to his whims, placing himself in Hakuryuu's care.
It was immensely gratifying, and a little bit humbling.
Unsealed, sequel to Understanding. More Hakuryuu/Hakkai porn, and a chance to play with the idea of Hakuryuu-temporarily-in-manform and explore the workings of DragonBits from a perspective that Goujun doesn't allow me. Started Aug 2006. Most of my recent ficcing attention has gone to this, but there's a long way yet to go before it's even close to done.
The language, Hakuryuu found, was becoming easier the more he forced himself to practice. "I...do not remember. I have not remembered, a very long time."
"You only remember enough to know that you were sealed, for some reason or other."
"Yes. I know..." He paused, searching, but the words to pin down the fleeting Non-Memory under his consciousness scattered. "There was a Before. I had an Other name. I had an Other place. I had..." He blinked, lifted his shoulders in a gesture of futility.
"It must be frustrating, to know that so much has been forgotten." The sympathy made Hakkai's voice softer even than usual.
Hakuryuu cocked his head slightly, considering, and offered another placid shrug. "I am sure, when their time returns, I will remember again. For now...they do not matter."
"...Aah," Hakkai murmured, pensive, and then his expression took on a hint of chagrin. "On the matter of your name...I do apologize. I was not very creative about it."
Hakuryuu smiled, pleased and amused. "I know no other. I did not object. I do not now object. It is a name." His eyes found Hakkai's, held them, and his soul fluttered warmly as it always did. "It is from you. That is where it matters."
Mistletoe, a GouTen idea I started writing Dec 2006. It wasn't supposed to be anything but a quick, hopefully-amusing ficlet. But, as always seems to happen when I try to write QuickGoujun, he insists on making More of it, pulling in deeper significance and undercurrents of issues and/or realizations with greater long-term effect, and I'm sort of stalled over trying to sort out various things about Who He Is that would play into any first-kiss scenario with Tenpou. *headdesk* I'll come back 'round to it eventually, I'm sure...
"Yes, well, I took it into my head to explore certain of these traditions in a little more practical depth. Do you recall, specifically, the lore of the mistletoe?"
"Indeed." He had thought the tale rather odd when Tenpou detailed it to him, but then he thought the same of many aspects of many peoples who were not his own. "Is tumbling from a carelessly-placed stool a part of this particular custom, then?"
"Ahaha no, Sir. It's just that I really can be quite clumsy at times!"
Goujun knew that his subordinate was far from clumsy but let the excuse stand unchallenged. "If you are unharmed, then..." He made to step back, withdrawing his arm from about Tenpou.
Tenpou ignored the hint; his hand remained in place at Goujun's shoulder, entirely too familiar quite suddenly. "Ah...Commander?"
Goujun looked down at him, perplexed.
"The mistletoe," Tenpou added helpfully.
Goujun glanced upward again, and back down at Tenpou.
"Mmm...you do realize that you and I are standing beneath it?"
Something warm curled in the pit of Goujun's belly, soft and foreboding. "So it would appear."
"Perhaps you have forgotten the particulars of the mistletoe, then?"
"Upon the resurrection of a god slain by an arrow fashioned of this plant, the mother of that god decreed that henceforth the mistletoe should be a symbol of joy, love and goodwill. Therefrom arose the custom of exchanging a kiss beneath it." That soft warm foreboding stirred again, almost imperceptibly. He refused to consider that Tenpou should expect him to actually adhere to this bizarre custom, but it was difficult to fathom whatever else the other might mean.
"Then--" Tenpou's eyes grew bright and liquid behind his glasses, mouth ripening to something just short of a crestfallen pout "--aren't you going to kiss me, Sir?"
[tentatively titled] The Pages Between, an attempt at GouKen fic that was originally intended as an answer to a prompt about Kenren being a toppy bottom and Goujun losing his cool a bit on that anonymous kink meme back in October. See bit above about QuickGoujun and subsequent derailment of original plans. Rather a bit late by now (let alone whenever I might finish this) to still be submitting on the meme, but...the stubborn side of me wants to finish this regardless. Pairing these two alone (i.e., without Tenpou) gives me all manner of trouble; one or the other of them keeps drifting OOC and it's become something of a personal challenge to see if I can make it work out right regardless. Apparently I'm more of a masochist than I like to think. -_-
Goujun's hand on the back of Kenren's neck tightened of its own volition, and it was an effort to remind himself that Heaven's laws forbade him to kill.
"I trust you realize, General, that you are treading a very dangerous path," he growled softly.
Kenren's eyes held the dragon's, bold and steady and, quite unexpectedly, inviting. "Maybe that's part of the appeal," he purred back, just as softly, and indeed Goujun realized that he could scent it on his general--the lust and the excitement at the promise of danger, and he was surprised to find himself tempted.
He jerked shortly on Kenren's neck, just enough to force him a step closer again. "You are mistaken if you imagine that I would ever let you mount me," he growled, warning heavy in his tone.
Kenren's sly, mollifying grin managed to be nothing but irritating. "Ah, too bad--but I didn't really figure you'd go for that, no. I'm perfectly willing to bend over for you, though, provided we clear all this off your desk first." He twirled one of the small metal pawns used to map out troop movements between his fingers carelessly.
Goujun had an instant's flash on the sensory idea of driving hard into Kenren's body while the general was splayed facedown and helpless across his desk; he blinked it quickly away, but not before a certain amount of heat had risen in his blood.
"I do not engage in such relations in my office," he stated flatly. "I am not inclined to make exception for you."
"So invite me back to your place, then," Kenren returned, and the curve of his mouth was just shy of a full-blown leer.
[as-yet untitled GouTen fic], requested bynightengale. I know what I want this fic to do, but I'm having issues translating it to the 'page' and there's naught but this written on it yet. Grr.
Goujun realized that he was dreaming.
Tenpou, after all, was dead, and thus could not possibly be here writhing warm and wanting underneath him. Neither would Goujun ever be found tumbling his kami in the open air by moonlight, no matter how private and overrun this corner of the gardens.
The fact that he had Tenpou pinned half-in and half-out of the shallow stream was also too much an obvious symbol to not be a dream.
Knowledge of that fact, however, did nothing to lessen the ferocity of his need for his Tenpou.
[as-yet untitled GouTen fic], wherein I aim to play with Tenpou's pov for once and the idea of Goujun-in-dragon-form. Again, very little written on this one so far.
He had discovered that Goujun, while he did not fully grasp why Tenpou found his body and its differences so very fascinating, was inclined to be indulgent more often than not when Tenpou wished to linger over those differences. How far, he wondered, would he be allowed to push that indulgence?
[as-yet untitled 58 fic], which might be based around Depeche Mode's 'Only When I Lose Myself' if I decide it's worth finishing. It was a little blurb of Hakkai-pov scene that wanted to get written last February, and then it didn't really want to wrap nicely, and...like I said. I don't know if there's enough to it to keep me at it long enough to see it finished.
There would be time enough to deny his own happiness tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. Now, tonight, for Gojyo's sake far more than his own, it would serve him best to forget such things and exist only for the moment. For Gojyo.
And it was easy, so easy, then, to let go, for Gojyo, who kissed him as though he were the only thing that could ever possibly matter...
It was so easy to let himself get lost in it.
"Gojyo," he breathed, when he finally found the will to pull his mouth free. There were more thoughts in his head--Touch me take me love me hurt me--it doesn't matter, make me yours--but he could not find the words to get them out. "I--"
His mouth found Gojyo's again, entirely of its own accord, and he abandoned all thought of trying to speak. Instead he flowed with the urgency, slid his arms behind Gojyo's shoulders and hoisted himself, wrapped his legs around Gojyo, unsure which of them was taken more by surprise.
Gojyo stumbled at the unexpected shift but managed to right them, arms curving low around Hakkai's hips and beneath his seat, rebalancing. Hakkai's breath caught; he whispered a shaky, smiling apology into Gojyo's mouth, hands stroking into Gojyo's hair to keep his face tilted up and the kiss unbroken. His thumbs traced over the corners of Gojyo's jaw, lingering, cherishing, marveling at the tempo of the pulse just below.
That Gojyo--Gojyo--could want one such as him, and so much--it was humbling.
He ended the kissing after moments or hours--there was no telling which; leaned his forehead against Gojyo's, laced his fingers behind Gojyo's neck while each of them caught his breath. Gojyo's eyes blinked open after a moment, fixed to his, and there were so many unspoken things held just below their surface that Hakkai could not help but kiss him again.
And again, and again, and again--
It was Gojyo who broke off then, groaning his name in a voice gone heavy and low and ripe with need, and Hakkai's stomach clenched.
"Gojyo," he breathed, tilting his head back as Gojyo's mouth found his throat, "Gojyo...Gojyo, Gojyo--"
In GW:
Carpe Diem, my ten-chapter-so-far monster of a 2x3x5 fic. Started it Aug 2002 as a simple PWP that snowballed into something much bigger. I haven't done much with it since falling out of 'active' status in the fandom around March 2004, and it needs so SO so much overhauling and revamping for character that it'll likely lose a few of those chapters in the revision, and it's a huge massive undertaking to contemplate but at the same time I can't quite bear to give up on it. ^_^;
A Gundam pilot dropping into his lap will be just the boost he needs to begin bragging. Particularly if that Gundam pilot is you, with your talent for verbal fencing and outright aggravating your opponents. He will feel the need to boast of the plans and accomplishments that you will no longer stand in the way of, or tell you how much of a failure your last mission may have been. Get all the information you can from him, then 03 and 05 will retrieve you the following evening.
"...Fuck," Duo muttered, slumping back against the arm of the couch. "*Not* how I was planning on spending my night..."
"That's a *ludicrous* plan!" Trowa burst out, angered. "Half-assed and completely *insane*..." He trailed off, a strong sense of foreboding curling up his spine at the look on Duo's face. "Don't tell me you're considering it?"
"I have to, Tro. What if we didn't get all the data wiped on those new mobile dolls? That damned security footage survived; what if some of the info did too? What if they've still got enough to continue development? What if they had a backup somewhere else, and our little escapade the other night was only half the job?"
"That's an awful lot of 'What Ifs', Duo," Trowa returned, stomach sinking. Deep down where it mattered, he knew Duo was right.
"We gotta know," Duo answered, not looking any happier than Trowa felt.
"No!" Wufei was clearly outraged, fists clenched, body so stiff he was practically quivering. "Are we supposed to simply stand back and let you waltz into the tiger's jaws? Sit on our thumbs while you are tortured and interrogated and beaten at the hands of some arrogant OZ fool too stupid to realize you gave yourself up? For what? The fleeting hope that *maybe* he will let slip some useful bit of information? I will not let this happen!"
"'Fei, baby...I haven't got much choice, here."
"Yes you do! You can tell him no!"
"Yeah, but where would that get us?"
"Let *me* go, then!"
"Or me," Trowa added, every bit prey to same helpless frustration and anger that Wufei was expressing so clearly.
Duo shook his head. "Gotta be me, guys."
"Why? Why should we simply stay behind while you are sent on a fool's errand?"
"'Fei...you're not makin' this any easier, babe. You think I want to? You think I'd want to let one of *you* do it? The old man's right--if irking this guy is gonna get us the info we need, I'm the best man to send in. Besides, my face was out front more on that security tape, not to mention *this*--" he waved the end of his braid demonstratively at them both. "I'm most likely to get recognized and picked up and taken directly to the head guy. It's gotta be me."
Wufei fell silent, scowling, and Trowa wished vainly that he'd been leading the charge out of the building on that damned mission so his face would be the more recognizable one.
No one said anything for a long moment.
The laptop chimed softly, politely indicating that G had sent another line of text.
Are you willing to do it, 02?
Duo paused, hands poised above the keyboard; a moment passed and again none of the three made a sound. Then, at last, Duo blew a breath softly into his bangs and swiftly typed out his answer.
Count me in, Gramps. When and where?
Growling, Wufei slammed the side of his fist into the back of the couch, spitting what sounded like a nasty curse in Cantonese before whirling and stalking out.
By Any Other Name, a half-written 2x5 piece playing with Duo's fanon-given tendency to nickname the hell out of the people he cares about. Started Nov 2002. Ouch. >_< I've done minor revisions for character in the years since GW, and it wouldn't be terribly difficult to bring it to present views and finish it. The problem, I think, lies in that my focus is fully in another fandom that just won't let go. ^_^;
Sally shook her head. "C'mon, Chang, spill--I'm not gonna leave you alone until you do."
Wufei sighed.
"I challenged Duo to refrain from using his variations of my name for today," he muttered. "However. When I issued the challenge, I failed to specify what I wished to be called instead. So he has naturally taken it upon himself to assail me with every outlandish and unusual appellation he can think up, so long as it does not make use of any part of my name."
"Which is irritating to you, I'm sure." True to her word, Sally did not laugh though there was more than a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Extremely." Wufei sat back and folded his arms.
"Hmm..." Sally tapped one finger against her chin thoughtfully.
"I suppose there is no use in fretting over it," Wufei sighed. "I am simply going to have to 'grin and bear it', as they say..."
"Or not." Sally straightened up and turned to face him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Ever heard the phrase 'Don't get mad--get even'?"
bronze_tigressWhen you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Keeping it to the things I'm actually working on or intending to work on, and leaving out the things that have ceased to move me with a desire to finish:
In Saiyuki:
Lavender Daze (or, It Could Have Been Worse), a crackish thing inspired this past summer by discussion of the anime's mis-coloring issues with
soliandxpyne. Mostly it's an excuse to play a little with my dragon threesomes in either incarnation. It's actually fully drafted, but I'm not at all satisfied with it yet. :/Kenren rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, one finger stroking over the corner of his mouth to mask the grin he couldn't quite hold back. "Yes, actually--I think I kind of like it. It's a very becoming hue on you, Commander."
Goujun's eyes narrowed to fiery yellow-red slits and he growled, a low sound that articulated his severely un-amused displeasure better than any words could have.
"Ah, that is to say, Sir--" Tenpou interjected himself smoothly between his two lovers, effortlessly regaining the flaring dragon's focus. "It's a very fetching shade of lavender, to be certain, but it's far better suited to clothing than to your skin." He shot a brief, scathing glance over his shoulder at Kenren, an articulate rebuke on the wisdom of teasing an angry dragon whose dignity was on the line.
"...Right," Kenren said, and cracked his knuckles. "I think I'll go have a word with these animators, see if they can't have some sense talked into them. Complain about this, maybe, while I'm at it." He ran a careless hand over the pink disarray of his hair.
[working title] WMD, KenTen first-time porn built up around an out-of-context line Inyx-sama fed me from Naruto. About 19 months so far in the making and only half-written.
"I do find myself in something of a quandary, however," Tenpou said then, his hands moving almost idly down to the front of Kenren's pants. "Do I take you, or do I let you take me ?"
"It's all the same to me," Kenren managed, fumbling just as badly with the second button. Tenpou's nimble fingers plucking casually at the fastenings of his trousers made it very difficult to focus.
"It is quite the dilemma, though, for me," Tenpou continued, pulling Kenren's pants wide open. "I outrank you, after all, and I'm afraid it would be regarded as highly improper were it ever discovered that I had bent over for you."
It struck Kenren as patently ridiculous that Tenpou should worry about the propriety of rank versus sexual role when the entire idea of them even doing what they were doing would be regarded as highly improper if anyone ever found out, but he kept it to himself. "So you can be on top, then," he panted, finally managing to slip the button free. "I told you, it doesn't matter to me."
"Except--" and Tenpou pouted, adorable as you please "--I prefer to be on the bottom, you see; I find it very much more to my liking than thrusting and grunting like a ravening beast. There's so much to be learned in watching how one's partner gives and takes his pleasure, in learning how best to drive him beyond his own control..." He trailed off, one slender hand curling firmly about Kenren's cock.
Kenren jerked, and swore, and gave up on opening the damned buttons properly. They made the most satisfying tiny clattering noises as they bounced and skittered across the floor, and Tenpou eyed him reprovingly as the shirt fell open around him. "Really, Kenren--was that necessary?" His hand moved slightly inside Kenren's pants, a teasingly gentle stroke.
"Uhh. Sorry?" Kenren managed, not the least bit remorseful nor contrite. He surged experimentally against Tenpou's soft grip, and somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by the smugness of Tenpou's tiny smile in response.
The Odd Job, a How-did-they-get-Jeep? crackfic crossover with...well, you're not meant to know beforehand. ^_^; Have been working on this one almost as long as I've been in the fandom, and there are still a few chunks of meat and some connective tissue that need to be added.
"Pet...a what, now?" Gojyo stopped dead in his tracks. "Okay. Time out." He bounced one hand perpendicular above the other in a classic 'time-out' gesture, a reflexive physical echo of his words. "Now you know I'm willin' to try all kindsa kinky shit in the name of entertaining the readers, but...bestiality? Come on!"
Hakkai stopped walking so as not to leave his friend behind. "Actually, I'm quite sure that zoophilia would be far more likely for either of us, given character and personality, not that every writer takes such things under proper consideration..." He trailed off at Gojyo's incredulous stare, and flashed a sheepish smile. "Ahaha! However." He peered closely at the outline again, adjusting his monocle absently. "As I said--it's rated eleven-plus, Gojyo, and there aren't any squick warnings. I don't believe you have anything to worry about."
Gojyo's posture loosened slightly in visible relief. "Oh. Good. Sex is such a popular subject with these fic writers," he muttered. "Not that I'd usually complain, but some of the crap they come up with--" He shuddered.
Hakkai acquired a sympathetic expression. "Can I assume your last fic involved--" his brow creased slightly as he searched for the word "--'mpreg'?"
Gojyo nodded, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Never mind that half-breeds tend to be shootin' blanks--Sanzo was having my baby. It was damned freaky, I tell you." He shuddered again, violently.
Gratitude, Goujun/Kougaiji crack porn. In progress since Dec of 2004; I spend more time tweaking the existing bits over and over again to match my evolving sense of character than I do drafting the missing bits (namely, the porn). Don't know that I'll ever finish this one--Kou still feels OOC no matter what I do with him--but I do think I'd like to.
Quite clearly the prince expected no objection, and indeed, Goujun was forced to admit, he could not find it in himself to be particularly opposed. Kougaiji was a fine and noble individual, in body as well as spirit; as he'd just been reminded, it was also far too long since he'd done anything of this sort. Still, there was propriety to think of, and Tenpou and Kenren would quite likely pout terribly for missing out if ever it reached their ears, and...and--
And Kougaiji was mouthing his horn in earnest, now, lips soft and warm along its length, tongue nimble and wet and unspeakably sweet twisting lightly around the tip. Goujun tensed uncontrollably in response, accosted by pulsing heat and cold and a liquid tightness that rang in his ears, flowed down beneath the skin of his neck, dribbled swiftly through the rest of his body to pool in restless waves in the pit of his stomach. His fingers flexed, twitching involuntarily as he struggled to maintain his formal shape; the sensual assault had him clinging desperately to control over his physical form when Kougaiji ceased at last.
"Do you object?" the prince repeated, and the soft wisp of his breath at Goujun's ear left shivers crawling down the dragon's spine.
"...No. No, not particularly," he managed, the words rather tedious to retrieve from the tides of red sensation still washing his mind.
Jealous of Your Cigarette, Gojyo/Hakkai porn-in-an-alleyway. Started in Nov 2005 after Tav's icon planted the seed and the title song coaxed it to sprout; haven't really touched it in quite awhile. Ought to remedy that.
Gojyo broke away, his grin predatory and pleased. "May like smoking, sure, but know what?" He nipped fiercely again at Hakkai's mouth. "All the pleasure I get from it, now, I'm savin' up to give to you."
"A-ah. I s-see--" Hakkai's answer stuttered into a short gasp as Gojyo's free hand moved down to the front of his trousers, groping him boldly. The cigarette smoldered in Gojyo's other hand against the wall beside his head.
"And I really, really enjoy my cigarettes." Gojyo's teeth latched onto Hakkai's ear below the limiters while his fingers began to nimbly unfasten his friend's pants.
"Ah--Gojyo--we shouldn't--" Hakkai's free hand tugged eagerly at Gojyo's hip, encouraging him. "It's broad daylight, after all, and--"
Gojyo's mouth muffled the rest of the token protest, hot and wet and very persuasive. His hand slid into the opening he'd created, curling around the firm length inside; Hakkai tore free of the kiss, biting off a groan as he let his head fall back.
Open Road, a gen-ish Hakkai and Hakuryuu fic set in Gunlock ep 11. I wrote this snippet in May 2006 and that's all there is of it so far. >_< But I do want to go where I originally planned with it, sort of a thrill-of-driving exploration and Hakuryuu's pleasure at sharing it with Hakkai. It should also be noted that I need to go back to the ep in question to make sure I'm referencing scene/dialogue for this correctly.
The sun was barely lightening the eastern horizon when Hakkai woke Hakuryuu and asked him to wait outside the inn's front door in jeep form. The little dragon was somewhat surprised by the request--he had expected that Hakkai would take another day to recuperate from his cold before resuming the journey--but shook the sleep from his wings and chirped his acquiescence regardless. He flapped out the window that Hakkai held open for him and soared up over the roof of the inn, circling. It was early enough that the streets were practically deserted; he glided down before the front entrance and transformed, stretching comfortably into the shape he hadn't worn in several days. He shook himself and settled down to wait, bouncing very slightly on his tires.
A short while later Hakkai came out the front door and loaded a few supplies into his backseat. "We'll leave in just a few minutes, Hakuryuu," he said, weary disappointment in his tone, and went inside again.
Concerned, Hakuryuu started his engine and let it idle, wondering what had brought his Hakkai to such a gloomy mood. He found himself fidgeting restlessly at the idea of a day spent traveling with all his passengers in ill-spirits. If Hakkai was unhappy, after all, it was quite likely the others would be even more so.
It was very much a surprise, then, when Hakkai returned alone after another few moments and slid in behind the wheel.
"Someone ought to teach them a lesson," his driver sighed, and gently but swiftly pressed his gas pedal to the floor.
Ayatsuri, an old NiiKou fic I started back in Nov 2004. I don't know if I have it in me to finish this; I no longer have the same drive to exorcise personal demons of frustration through these two, as my own RL relationships have improved, and the present-tense/first-person thing doesn't feel entirely comfortable to me. Yet I don't really want to just leave it alone, yet, either. Like I said. I don't know.
"What makes you suppose I'm not here to kill you?"
The smile on his face turns brightly patronizing, and he gives a little laugh. "My dear Kougaiji, if you meant to kill me, surely you would have followed through on that threat the first time." He reaches for my hand as he speaks, drawing me closer; then carefully slices off his remaining buttons with the sharp edge of one of my nails.
And of course I let him, enticed by the gesture, as he doubtless intended me to be.
The severed buttons bounce soundlessly to the rug, and his eyes capture mine.
"However..." He lifts my hand to his collar as his shirt falls open, guiding my fingers to gently grasp his throat. "If I should be mistaken, Kougaiji, then here is your golden opportunity..." And he grows still, waiting, watching me intently.
My hand tightens, presses with the desperate need to prove him wrong, and his eyes flare with an instant's surprise that pleases me far more than it should.
[As-yet untitled], a speculative thing on how Goujun becomes Hakuryuu. I've only recently decided that this doesn't have to rely on the full unwritten 'epic' in my head, that it could easily be written to stand on its own. I started jotting bits of it down as notes in...probably Spring-ish 2005. We'll see what happens with it now that I'm regarding it individually. Though with Gaiden progressing as it is...who knows. We might have a canon answer before I get this written. At the very least, there are bits of it even within this excerpt that need to be tweaked to allow for canon developments so far.
"The Jade Emperor sentenced me to death." His chains clinked almost musically as he shifted to frown up at her.
"Ah, yes. Well, you see--I changed his mind." She winked.
Hope sank within Goujun, dying dull and heavy in the pit of his stomach while despair and anger rose to take its place. "Why would you do such a thing?" he managed, bitter darkness clawing its way up his throat. He had wanted only to die, to be free of the restraint of his blood and his duty, free of the stagnation and dishonour of Heaven.
"Divine bodhisattva and merciful goddess, remember?" She slouched before him, fists planted on her cocked hips.
"Merciful--" Goujun did his best not to choke on the word. "Sparing my life is no mercy. Leaving me here is no mercy--"
"Oh, Goujun, don't fret so! It doesn't become you." She smiled, an infuriatingly benign, fuzzy expression that reminded him painfully of Tenpou.
[Working Title] K-I-S-S-I-N-G, a Doku/Kou thing that...er. I drafted it fully back in Sept 2005, for
broken_compass. Never liked how it had turned out and fiddled with it intermittently; still haven't fixed/addressed all its problems. At Ycon 2006 someone (I think it was merichan) was lamenting that there's just not enough Doku/Kou porn in the world, and I ended up expanding the fic in an effort to counter that shortage. *cough* Not that it helps if I never finish it, but. I seem to stall over the actual porn, as with several other fics on this list. Which baffles me. That aside, I'm considering splitting it back into two fics - the original, improved, with the porn as a sequel. *shrug* I really do like these two, and there's really not enough of them."Dammit Kou! Don't be such an idiot! There's more at stake here than just you, y'know. What happens to Lirin if you die? What happens to your mother?" Kougaiji's mouth tightened and his brow drew down, but Doku continued on, heedless. "Or Yaone? Me, for that matter? We serve you, Kou. Not the bitch. Not that freak with the bunny. You matter to us, whether or not you matter to yourself. You're our leader, unofficially or otherwise. And a leader doesn't go nobly to his own death until all his men are either out of harm's way or properly avenged."
"I am not actively courting my own death, Dokugakuji." Kou's voice held the tightness of pricked anger.
Doku paused minutely, then plowed forward resolutely. No sense having this conversation halfway, after all. "Yeah, well you sure as hell aren't doing much to avoid it, either. Quit trying to be a martyr, Kou. We're not gonna let you. I'm not gonna let you. You're way too important to m--us."
Kougaiji's anger ebbed as quickly as it had surfaced, and he cocked an eyebrow. "'Us'?"
"Yeah. 'Us'." Doku met his prince's scrutiny almost belligerantly but glanced quickly away again, stubbornness faltering. No sense having the conversation halfway, right. "Me," he admitted, barely above a mutter. He took a deep breath and fought the compulsion to squirm while Kou's shadowed eyes appraised him in the dark.
Understanding, sequel to Unwinding. Hakuryuu/Hakkai full-on discovery porn. *cough* Started in Aug 2005. Not much of this is written, despite that it's pretty well outlined and how often it plays through my mind.
"Kyuu," Hakuryuu murmured softly, low and soothing as his tongue flickered around the warm energy of Hakkai's limiters, tasting the skin between. He nuzzled into the hollow beneath the ear, grazing his way down and around to the nape of Hakkai's neck. He'd seen Gojyo do similar things often enough, which seemed to please Hakkai; he was both gratified and reassured to hear the slight hitch in Hakkai's breath, feel the tightening twitch of Hakkai's fingers where they still held his body close that told him yes, Hakkai did indeed find it pleasant to be touched in such a manner. He let his tongue flicker out, teasing curiously through the fine hairs he encountered, and felt Hakkai shiver. Excited by the response, he pressed closer, tail slithering wetly across Hakkai's chest, the tip of it flicking lightly against the strange nub of a nipple.
Hakkai's breath hitched again, more noticeably, and his body melted back against the wall of the bath. His grip beneath Hakuryuu's wings altered the slightest bit, cradling instead of simply holding, accomodating rather than uncertain. The dragon couldn't help a purring trill of satisfaction at the shift; feeling Hakkai accept, feeling the hesitation dismissed, fed the desire to bring his companion pleasure. Of course Hakkai would comprehend his intentions, and he'd been foolish to worry otherwise; for Hakkai, his Hakkai, was so very intelligent, understood him so completely despite the differences. Hakkai understood what he meant to offer, and Hakkai was trusting to his whims, placing himself in Hakuryuu's care.
It was immensely gratifying, and a little bit humbling.
Unsealed, sequel to Understanding. More Hakuryuu/Hakkai porn, and a chance to play with the idea of Hakuryuu-temporarily-in-manform and explore the workings of DragonBits from a perspective that Goujun doesn't allow me. Started Aug 2006. Most of my recent ficcing attention has gone to this, but there's a long way yet to go before it's even close to done.
The language, Hakuryuu found, was becoming easier the more he forced himself to practice. "I...do not remember. I have not remembered, a very long time."
"You only remember enough to know that you were sealed, for some reason or other."
"Yes. I know..." He paused, searching, but the words to pin down the fleeting Non-Memory under his consciousness scattered. "There was a Before. I had an Other name. I had an Other place. I had..." He blinked, lifted his shoulders in a gesture of futility.
"It must be frustrating, to know that so much has been forgotten." The sympathy made Hakkai's voice softer even than usual.
Hakuryuu cocked his head slightly, considering, and offered another placid shrug. "I am sure, when their time returns, I will remember again. For now...they do not matter."
"...Aah," Hakkai murmured, pensive, and then his expression took on a hint of chagrin. "On the matter of your name...I do apologize. I was not very creative about it."
Hakuryuu smiled, pleased and amused. "I know no other. I did not object. I do not now object. It is a name." His eyes found Hakkai's, held them, and his soul fluttered warmly as it always did. "It is from you. That is where it matters."
Mistletoe, a GouTen idea I started writing Dec 2006. It wasn't supposed to be anything but a quick, hopefully-amusing ficlet. But, as always seems to happen when I try to write QuickGoujun, he insists on making More of it, pulling in deeper significance and undercurrents of issues and/or realizations with greater long-term effect, and I'm sort of stalled over trying to sort out various things about Who He Is that would play into any first-kiss scenario with Tenpou. *headdesk* I'll come back 'round to it eventually, I'm sure...
"Yes, well, I took it into my head to explore certain of these traditions in a little more practical depth. Do you recall, specifically, the lore of the mistletoe?"
"Indeed." He had thought the tale rather odd when Tenpou detailed it to him, but then he thought the same of many aspects of many peoples who were not his own. "Is tumbling from a carelessly-placed stool a part of this particular custom, then?"
"Ahaha no, Sir. It's just that I really can be quite clumsy at times!"
Goujun knew that his subordinate was far from clumsy but let the excuse stand unchallenged. "If you are unharmed, then..." He made to step back, withdrawing his arm from about Tenpou.
Tenpou ignored the hint; his hand remained in place at Goujun's shoulder, entirely too familiar quite suddenly. "Ah...Commander?"
Goujun looked down at him, perplexed.
"The mistletoe," Tenpou added helpfully.
Goujun glanced upward again, and back down at Tenpou.
"Mmm...you do realize that you and I are standing beneath it?"
Something warm curled in the pit of Goujun's belly, soft and foreboding. "So it would appear."
"Perhaps you have forgotten the particulars of the mistletoe, then?"
"Upon the resurrection of a god slain by an arrow fashioned of this plant, the mother of that god decreed that henceforth the mistletoe should be a symbol of joy, love and goodwill. Therefrom arose the custom of exchanging a kiss beneath it." That soft warm foreboding stirred again, almost imperceptibly. He refused to consider that Tenpou should expect him to actually adhere to this bizarre custom, but it was difficult to fathom whatever else the other might mean.
"Then--" Tenpou's eyes grew bright and liquid behind his glasses, mouth ripening to something just short of a crestfallen pout "--aren't you going to kiss me, Sir?"
[tentatively titled] The Pages Between, an attempt at GouKen fic that was originally intended as an answer to a prompt about Kenren being a toppy bottom and Goujun losing his cool a bit on that anonymous kink meme back in October. See bit above about QuickGoujun and subsequent derailment of original plans. Rather a bit late by now (let alone whenever I might finish this) to still be submitting on the meme, but...the stubborn side of me wants to finish this regardless. Pairing these two alone (i.e., without Tenpou) gives me all manner of trouble; one or the other of them keeps drifting OOC and it's become something of a personal challenge to see if I can make it work out right regardless. Apparently I'm more of a masochist than I like to think. -_-
Goujun's hand on the back of Kenren's neck tightened of its own volition, and it was an effort to remind himself that Heaven's laws forbade him to kill.
"I trust you realize, General, that you are treading a very dangerous path," he growled softly.
Kenren's eyes held the dragon's, bold and steady and, quite unexpectedly, inviting. "Maybe that's part of the appeal," he purred back, just as softly, and indeed Goujun realized that he could scent it on his general--the lust and the excitement at the promise of danger, and he was surprised to find himself tempted.
He jerked shortly on Kenren's neck, just enough to force him a step closer again. "You are mistaken if you imagine that I would ever let you mount me," he growled, warning heavy in his tone.
Kenren's sly, mollifying grin managed to be nothing but irritating. "Ah, too bad--but I didn't really figure you'd go for that, no. I'm perfectly willing to bend over for you, though, provided we clear all this off your desk first." He twirled one of the small metal pawns used to map out troop movements between his fingers carelessly.
Goujun had an instant's flash on the sensory idea of driving hard into Kenren's body while the general was splayed facedown and helpless across his desk; he blinked it quickly away, but not before a certain amount of heat had risen in his blood.
"I do not engage in such relations in my office," he stated flatly. "I am not inclined to make exception for you."
"So invite me back to your place, then," Kenren returned, and the curve of his mouth was just shy of a full-blown leer.
[as-yet untitled GouTen fic], requested by
nightengale. I know what I want this fic to do, but I'm having issues translating it to the 'page' and there's naught but this written on it yet. Grr.Goujun realized that he was dreaming.
Tenpou, after all, was dead, and thus could not possibly be here writhing warm and wanting underneath him. Neither would Goujun ever be found tumbling his kami in the open air by moonlight, no matter how private and overrun this corner of the gardens.
The fact that he had Tenpou pinned half-in and half-out of the shallow stream was also too much an obvious symbol to not be a dream.
Knowledge of that fact, however, did nothing to lessen the ferocity of his need for his Tenpou.
[as-yet untitled GouTen fic], wherein I aim to play with Tenpou's pov for once and the idea of Goujun-in-dragon-form. Again, very little written on this one so far.
He had discovered that Goujun, while he did not fully grasp why Tenpou found his body and its differences so very fascinating, was inclined to be indulgent more often than not when Tenpou wished to linger over those differences. How far, he wondered, would he be allowed to push that indulgence?
[as-yet untitled 58 fic], which might be based around Depeche Mode's 'Only When I Lose Myself' if I decide it's worth finishing. It was a little blurb of Hakkai-pov scene that wanted to get written last February, and then it didn't really want to wrap nicely, and...like I said. I don't know if there's enough to it to keep me at it long enough to see it finished.
There would be time enough to deny his own happiness tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. Now, tonight, for Gojyo's sake far more than his own, it would serve him best to forget such things and exist only for the moment. For Gojyo.
And it was easy, so easy, then, to let go, for Gojyo, who kissed him as though he were the only thing that could ever possibly matter...
It was so easy to let himself get lost in it.
"Gojyo," he breathed, when he finally found the will to pull his mouth free. There were more thoughts in his head--Touch me take me love me hurt me--it doesn't matter, make me yours--but he could not find the words to get them out. "I--"
His mouth found Gojyo's again, entirely of its own accord, and he abandoned all thought of trying to speak. Instead he flowed with the urgency, slid his arms behind Gojyo's shoulders and hoisted himself, wrapped his legs around Gojyo, unsure which of them was taken more by surprise.
Gojyo stumbled at the unexpected shift but managed to right them, arms curving low around Hakkai's hips and beneath his seat, rebalancing. Hakkai's breath caught; he whispered a shaky, smiling apology into Gojyo's mouth, hands stroking into Gojyo's hair to keep his face tilted up and the kiss unbroken. His thumbs traced over the corners of Gojyo's jaw, lingering, cherishing, marveling at the tempo of the pulse just below.
That Gojyo--Gojyo--could want one such as him, and so much--it was humbling.
He ended the kissing after moments or hours--there was no telling which; leaned his forehead against Gojyo's, laced his fingers behind Gojyo's neck while each of them caught his breath. Gojyo's eyes blinked open after a moment, fixed to his, and there were so many unspoken things held just below their surface that Hakkai could not help but kiss him again.
And again, and again, and again--
It was Gojyo who broke off then, groaning his name in a voice gone heavy and low and ripe with need, and Hakkai's stomach clenched.
"Gojyo," he breathed, tilting his head back as Gojyo's mouth found his throat, "Gojyo...Gojyo, Gojyo--"
In GW:
Carpe Diem, my ten-chapter-so-far monster of a 2x3x5 fic. Started it Aug 2002 as a simple PWP that snowballed into something much bigger. I haven't done much with it since falling out of 'active' status in the fandom around March 2004, and it needs so SO so much overhauling and revamping for character that it'll likely lose a few of those chapters in the revision, and it's a huge massive undertaking to contemplate but at the same time I can't quite bear to give up on it. ^_^;
A Gundam pilot dropping into his lap will be just the boost he needs to begin bragging. Particularly if that Gundam pilot is you, with your talent for verbal fencing and outright aggravating your opponents. He will feel the need to boast of the plans and accomplishments that you will no longer stand in the way of, or tell you how much of a failure your last mission may have been. Get all the information you can from him, then 03 and 05 will retrieve you the following evening.
"...Fuck," Duo muttered, slumping back against the arm of the couch. "*Not* how I was planning on spending my night..."
"That's a *ludicrous* plan!" Trowa burst out, angered. "Half-assed and completely *insane*..." He trailed off, a strong sense of foreboding curling up his spine at the look on Duo's face. "Don't tell me you're considering it?"
"I have to, Tro. What if we didn't get all the data wiped on those new mobile dolls? That damned security footage survived; what if some of the info did too? What if they've still got enough to continue development? What if they had a backup somewhere else, and our little escapade the other night was only half the job?"
"That's an awful lot of 'What Ifs', Duo," Trowa returned, stomach sinking. Deep down where it mattered, he knew Duo was right.
"We gotta know," Duo answered, not looking any happier than Trowa felt.
"No!" Wufei was clearly outraged, fists clenched, body so stiff he was practically quivering. "Are we supposed to simply stand back and let you waltz into the tiger's jaws? Sit on our thumbs while you are tortured and interrogated and beaten at the hands of some arrogant OZ fool too stupid to realize you gave yourself up? For what? The fleeting hope that *maybe* he will let slip some useful bit of information? I will not let this happen!"
"'Fei, baby...I haven't got much choice, here."
"Yes you do! You can tell him no!"
"Yeah, but where would that get us?"
"Let *me* go, then!"
"Or me," Trowa added, every bit prey to same helpless frustration and anger that Wufei was expressing so clearly.
Duo shook his head. "Gotta be me, guys."
"Why? Why should we simply stay behind while you are sent on a fool's errand?"
"'Fei...you're not makin' this any easier, babe. You think I want to? You think I'd want to let one of *you* do it? The old man's right--if irking this guy is gonna get us the info we need, I'm the best man to send in. Besides, my face was out front more on that security tape, not to mention *this*--" he waved the end of his braid demonstratively at them both. "I'm most likely to get recognized and picked up and taken directly to the head guy. It's gotta be me."
Wufei fell silent, scowling, and Trowa wished vainly that he'd been leading the charge out of the building on that damned mission so his face would be the more recognizable one.
No one said anything for a long moment.
The laptop chimed softly, politely indicating that G had sent another line of text.
Are you willing to do it, 02?
Duo paused, hands poised above the keyboard; a moment passed and again none of the three made a sound. Then, at last, Duo blew a breath softly into his bangs and swiftly typed out his answer.
Count me in, Gramps. When and where?
Growling, Wufei slammed the side of his fist into the back of the couch, spitting what sounded like a nasty curse in Cantonese before whirling and stalking out.
By Any Other Name, a half-written 2x5 piece playing with Duo's fanon-given tendency to nickname the hell out of the people he cares about. Started Nov 2002. Ouch. >_< I've done minor revisions for character in the years since GW, and it wouldn't be terribly difficult to bring it to present views and finish it. The problem, I think, lies in that my focus is fully in another fandom that just won't let go. ^_^;
Sally shook her head. "C'mon, Chang, spill--I'm not gonna leave you alone until you do."
Wufei sighed.
"I challenged Duo to refrain from using his variations of my name for today," he muttered. "However. When I issued the challenge, I failed to specify what I wished to be called instead. So he has naturally taken it upon himself to assail me with every outlandish and unusual appellation he can think up, so long as it does not make use of any part of my name."
"Which is irritating to you, I'm sure." True to her word, Sally did not laugh though there was more than a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Extremely." Wufei sat back and folded his arms.
"Hmm..." Sally tapped one finger against her chin thoughtfully.
"I suppose there is no use in fretting over it," Wufei sighed. "I am simply going to have to 'grin and bear it', as they say..."
"Or not." Sally straightened up and turned to face him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Ever heard the phrase 'Don't get mad--get even'?"
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Date: 2008-02-16 04:16 pm (UTC)Even though they are just snippets, I still found them to be very satisfying to read. And so many of them!
You are my dragon crack dealer of choice (whether it's Hakuryuu or Goujun), and you've layed out so many possibilities. XD
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:06 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed them, regardless. ^_^ It makes me grin to be thought a crack dealer of any sort, also.
Also. Have all your dragon links been posted up at
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Date: 2008-02-25 03:14 pm (UTC)I only have one more post to make and that is some of joe blank's art. I think I have three of them, and I thind two of those are based on a couple of your fics. XD
If I come across any more Hakuryuu fic I'll be posting it. I've trolled through LJ and fanfiction.net and got what I could find. I'm sure there's more out there somewhere, though.
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Date: 2008-02-25 03:18 pm (UTC)Also, on another note, I asked
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Date: 2008-03-02 06:18 am (UTC)And yeah, if you've gotten a link, I'd like to read at least the Koumyou/Kouryuu bit of that fic again.
Sometime when I have a few minutes to spare, then, I'll go back through everything you've linked so far and see if I have anything to be added. I'm really glad you gathered all those Hakuryuu fics; there were several I hadn't encountered before and I still can't quite get over Emungere's threesome thing. Good stuff. ^_^
As for Joe's art, if they're the three I'm thinking of, one was inspired by that shower-fic I wrote, one was put out there with the intent of convincing me over to the Dark Side (hard for me to believe by now that I used to be squeamish about dragonporn) and one was a birthday sketch for Kiro. Joe does such fabulous art, though. I wonder if she's got any other JeepSex pics planned...
Oh, come to think of it, there's a sketch she did of BabyJeep (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v104/uberdomkumagoro/Other%20Fanart/fatbabyjeep.jpg) that would be worth linking if you didn't already have it, and Xpyne of
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Date: 2008-03-04 12:33 am (UTC)Wow, thanks for the link to
and FatBaby!Jeep... omg the cute will kill me!
The three art posts by Joe are the ones that I currently have. I think I emailed her and she said they were the only ones.
I really really appreciate all of the links and such that you've provided to me. You are, by far, my most prolific author. I've got eight of your pieces recc'ed so far.
Please don't go out of your way... but if you have the link for Solitaire's fic, I would appreciate it. Or if you will give me her lj name (did she post in on LJ?) I can look for it. Thanks!
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Date: 2008-03-04 03:07 am (UTC)Happy to pimp the dragonluv however I can. I still think this is a great project you've got. ^_~
And thank you for MJJ's link.
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Date: 2008-02-16 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-25 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-17 06:32 am (UTC)And I have to say you made me feel much better about my own file of bits and pieces: since I haven't been doing this for all that long, I hadn't known how many of these kinds of things would end up building up, waiting to be fleshed out. Made me feel kind of bad, having them just sitting there, like I was being lazy or maybe I was just a bad writer after all. But wow, you have a lot of them, and some have been lurking about for awhile! So I guess it's just part and parcel of the process, and I better get used to it.
I have to say I looked at that kink meme prompt, too, (of course,it was too good to totally pass up) but my brain couldn't come up with just how it would work reasonably well. I kept floundering on that "and loving it" part. Good luck on that, 'cuz I'd really love to see someone with talent try to tackle it!
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:26 am (UTC)Hard to pull off decently, I would think
Quite. And I'm not sure I've got the knack for it, yet I've got a handful of 'em trying to be written regardless. *sigh*
And the kinkmeme prompt...egh. I may abandon the notion of trying to keep to the prompt altogether. Mention of Tenpou and his relationship with either one keeps trying to work in. I'm trying hard to avoid it on principle that whoever requested may not like their GouKen as a piece of the threesome. Which is one of the things that's causing me trouble - how and why would the two of them ever hook up, if not for Tenpou? Scenarios I've come up with feel cliched and very much like the bare-minimum 'plot' threads that string the average porno together. And it's very hard to keep them in character or closely resembling it when I don't buy into what I'm writing. I'm pleased with bits of what I've turned out so far, and Goujun keeps tugging at this to go in directions other than originally intended, so...yeah. It may have been inspired by the prompt, but I don't know that it's going to do much in the way of filling it, in the end.
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Date: 2008-02-26 08:29 pm (UTC)I agree that it's a stretch at best to get those two together without Tenpou acting as a catalyst between them. Even if they were physically attracted to each other, Goujun has more than enough at stake that he wouldn't throw it away on an attraction-based fling with one of his subordinate officers. He has more than enough self-control to ignore it, which is exactly what I'd think he'd do. Plus Kenren isn't so stupid or suicidal as to push a sexual harassment charge with his unwilling commander; he'd be discharged for it. Nope, I think that to get them together you'd need an added emotional connection between them that simply isn't there with these two characters alone. But add their mutual attraction to Tenpou into the mix, and the dynamics totally change.
Not only that, but even if I can imagine Kenren as a toppy bottom, I can't imagine that his pissing off Goujun during the act would get Goujun any more aroused or Kenren in anything but trouble. I'd think it would shut the whole thing down real quick. The only way I can see to do it would be to significantly change the personal characteristics of one of them simply to fit the prompt, or to take a Pizza Delivery Boy porn piece and just replace the words "Lady of the House" with "Kenren" and "Pizza guy" with "Goujun." Add cheesy soundtrack and voila! KenGou porn ready made.
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Date: 2008-02-27 04:14 am (UTC)Ahm. Moving past that, though. I appreciate your comments, and they're so much in line with my own thinking. When Kenren does something that appears to be Very Foolhardy, it's generally designed for the benefit of someone besides himself. As it stands now, there's nothing for him to gain by provoking Goujun except whatever sexual gratification he may hope to get out of it (and that's already doubtful, given how difficult it is for me to come up with any non-Tenpou reason that Goujun would allow it). And Goujun...just wouldn't. Not casually, and not without a Very Good Reason. He's terribly professional and quite proper, after all.
But. Like you said. The Tenpou-factor changes the whole dynamic. And I'm pretty set in the idea that Tenpou wants the two of them to at least get along, preferably respect one another, and ideally see each other the same way he does. I think it's relatively safe to say that Kenren, whether he's keen on it or not, will ultimately do anything (within reason, of course) that Tenpou asks of him. Not that Tenpou's going to say "I think you should go have sex with Goujun", mind you. There's a lot more subtlety and a lot less directness involved. And Goujun has great regard for Tenpou, values and trusts his opinions/perceptions on an instinctual level (i.e., whether he wants to admit it or not, if Tenpou finds value in Kenren, it's probably there); he's also, I tend to think, somewhat vulnerable to Tenpou's remarkable ability to manipulate and influence things in his own favor without seeming to do anything of the sort.
If they're both approaching whatever scenario with the idea of 'I do this for Tenpou', then, I'm feeling quite a lot more compatability.
...I think I find a certain enthusiasm for this fic-thing returning, in that light. Which, clearly, means that I ought to follow where they want to lead, and abandon the half-hearted attempt to fit them into scenarios where they don't. It will work so much better.
See, now, you got me mulling it over proper-like and talking myself into a decision. Thanks for that. ^_^
Oh, there is reworking to be done, much rearrangment and revision...if I can just hold onto that enthusiasm long enough to do something with it...
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Date: 2008-02-27 06:21 am (UTC)But wouldn't that be a great lj? Or maybe it should be an archive: "PizzaBoyGoujun: The Worst of Dragon Porn."
But yeah, you're absolutely right. Kenren has no incentive, and neither does Goujun, unless Tenpou is involved somehow. And I ain't saying that just 'cuz I wrote that scenario once already (why did it take me until now to realize this? I am such a dope sometimes). But exactly as you say, both of them would go out of their way to make him happy as long as what is required it isn't totally against their natures. Tenpou being Tenpou would want to manipulate the whole thing to make sure the outcome is what he wants, but he'd do it in such a way that it doesn't seem to them like it. It has to be their decision to make, at least in their minds. Then the twosome works.
But best of luck with the revision and rewrite!And remember; if you get frustrated and need a break... just order a pizza. You'll feel better in no time.;)
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Date: 2008-02-27 07:00 am (UTC)Ahem. Done now.
...Maybe. ^_^;
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Date: 2008-02-17 04:12 pm (UTC)Even though they were still snippets, I still squeed over them. I am so glad to find someone still working on the kink meme thing, I took up a few requests and they are still sitting on my computer half written. ^____^
Though there were some of your snippets that seemed almost worryingly familiar to mine, though those were normally the ones that I had written and given up on. Lol. I'm glad the plotbunnies hopped off to someone else who could write them better. ^_________^
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-25 02:44 pm (UTC)Hmn, love the fact that the last four letters are capitalised. *grins*
okie, now to leave you alone to write!
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Date: 2008-02-19 04:38 am (UTC)i would really like to see where you go with the hakkai/hakuryuu fics, and the untitled gouten fic where goujun is in dragon form. its funny that you have a sequel started for a piece you havent finished yet haha. i havent read the gaiden manga (manga terrifies me), so my gaiden comes from writers like you, hence my eagerness to read every fic i can get my hands on ^^
theres something about the way you write gouten that kinda makes my heart break a little for them. they seem tragically doomed and angsty. i love it!
its cool that you can write little bits at a time and leave them stew for a while. even with RL as an excuse for me, i cannot start something and let it sit. it makes me all panicky and spazzy. i havea Gojyo/Hakkai piece started that i havent touched in ages and now im scared to even open the file. i are a tool -_-
ps- when i scrolled down, i read Jealous of your Cigarette as Judas of Iscariot. i dont know why :-P
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:35 am (UTC)Ah. Well. Uhm. *points at icon* ^_^ And thank you.
Yeah, my take on GouTen...I do tend to see them as rather tragically doomed. Heck, Gaiden itself is rather tragically doomed, all things considered, so I guess it fits. ^_^; But I'm glad you like it all the same.
And of course that 'tragically doomed' comes with the comfort of reuniting 500 years later, even if they don't remember, and finding that bond all over again. ^_^ Which is part of what gets me so wound up in it. Just...love. Luv luv luv. The dragon makes me happy, all the way 'round.