Fic: owed stuff and such
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bonnefoisM and I have this thing, whenever she does drabble memes, I offer to sex write for her instead.
She requested “NaruSasu gags” and I went “ you want him to suck Sasuke off?” (jeez I haven’t read this in forever)
After creating the Sexy no Jutsu Naruto became instantly popular with almost every boy in his class. Afterall, this was the first time they’d gotten to see naked female flesh up close. (Except for the lucky few that had a careless father who left his magazines in easily accessible places, or a friend’s sister who left the windows open when bathing)
Naruto basked in all this attention, modifying chest size and slimming hips, making the jutsu completely irresistible to every healthy, breathing, straight guy in town. (if he had any say in it, he would go down as the most perverted Hokage in history, dammit!)
Sasuke treated him with the same disgust, even more so at the spectacle around him. Even as Naruto perfected his ‘art’, Sasuke remained unaffected, no matter how many times Naruto bared or primped or fluttered.
(If Naruto really thought it over he would’ve realized simply that Sasuke didn’t like girls, naked or not. But being Naruto, he simply kept trying to perfect it further till he would make Sasuke crumble too — an art coming very close to seduction from the way Naruto was wielding it.)
and for Becky.. She wasn’t feeling well a bit ago D: (this au may be ongoing because it’s just that fun) also, PG-13 because it's Akiha and Umeda, obviously.
(one)
The school board was frankly overjoyed that an internationally known photographer would offer to work at their school, just like that. Without expectations of high pay, no clauses in his contract. It seemed too good to be true.
Akiha mentioned he had enjoyed painting as a child, but was too impatient to continue these days.
(The model always gets annoyed and then I want to spend time with him, and then the painting never gets finished” )
“Nothing else?” said one of the more skeptical members of the board.
“Welllll--.” Akiha said, “As long as I can go visit the nurse if I ever get hurt!”
The board agreed that’s was quite acceptable, and hired him on the spot.
(two)
Umeda nearly choked on his coffee when he heard the news. (Later, a cup of coffee managed to ‘accidentally’ fall all over a blonde blur that made its way into his damn office again.)
(three)
Akiha-sensei became popular with the students quite fast. He was cheerful, gave little homework, and managed to make classes genuinely interesting, showcasing new and exotic methods.
Not only that, he was attractive. (While Nakao still loved Nanbe above all others, Akiha-sensei came a very close second)
(four)
“Today I’ve brought a sampling of works, my own, in fact, to share with everyone.”
“Eh– isn’t that Umeda-sensei?! Wearing noth— ”
Akiha-sensei cleared his throat and confiscated the folder. “Oops, seems like it was the wrong one~!” It only took a moment for him to stash the offending folder in his desk and pull out another one, filled with landscapes and buildings.
However, the damage was done — three students looked at Umeda-sensei in an entirely new way
(five)
Akiha runs to the nurse’s office for every papercut, bruise, and any other conceivable notion he can find.
If he isn’t injured by the time he gets there, he certainly is by the time he leaves.
(six)
“For the last time, you idiot, my office is not the teacher’s lounge Umeda said, glaring furiously at the idiot who dared usurp his place.
Akiha just smiled, and did the most infuriating thing possible – pulled the ciggarette from Umeda’s lips and pushed him to the wall, capturing those lips as his own.
(The worst part was that Akiha was an excellent kisser)
(seven)
It was bad enough that Akiha had already, invaded on Umeda’s work time and personal time, but when the moron landed on his door and started leaving things in Umeda’s house – spare toothbrushes and other obvious means of shacking up, that was crossing another line entirely.
Frankly, Umeda was too tired to change locks, and by then Akiha would probably just fly in through the windows like the crazed idealistic fool he was.
(So Umeda accepts defeat sometimes, and yes fine, dammit, he will admit the idiot is a great fuck and a good kisser and a good cook, which is the only reason(s) Umeda hasn’t kicked the bastard out yet.)
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alaphabet_love | 22. vitruvian man | Tezuka + Fuji.| eyes wide open
I've had this for a long time sitting around, I found it when I was looking for something else. Um, PG-13 for inexplicit sex, consider it post-series and quite some time in the future. Will probably move it somewhere else...eventually.
Fuji sometimes gets lost in maze of Tezuka’s body, he forgets the junctures and tendons and muscles that make up the whole of Tezuka. (“You never see the trees for the forest, Syuusuke” neesan would always say, and he would smile and agree.)
This is the anatomy of a hero, he thinks, and it’s blood and flesh breathed into life, he can lick the salt off of Tezuka’s skin, run his fingers down deeper into the territory of Tezuka, the pale peach of his flesh, or just rest, sated and regrouping until the next to, e as Tezuka lies recumbent, reading morning newspapers.
Around Tezuka, Fuji always feels hollowed out, like a clamshell pried open, all the juicy secrets and desires scooped out. But he’s grown to like it, the raw nakedness of knowing you are understood, if only marginally.
Words are far beyond him now, scattered somewhere on the floor with their clothing, but Tezuka is talented at piecing together the puzzles, at piecing him together, so Fuji thinks he’ll be able to convey in, somehow, if only in translation of ragged breaths and the tightness compressing his chest, caging his lungs. Somehow Tezuka will understand, he always does.
Afterall, Tezuka always sees the forest for its trees.
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alphabet_love | 23. words – spoken aloud | XXXholic, Yuuko, vague subtexty Doumeki+Watanuki, for doumeki (Sherri ~:D) for her sickness and icky work and stuff. Hopefully it’s suitably surreal XD vagueish spoilers for recent chapters.
( “one spoken, a word can never be recalled, Watanuki-kun” she says, wine glass in hand, half full, soon to be fully empty. “But even before they are spoken aloud, formed, they exist.” a sip, two, her eyes bright and knowing. “Ghostlike, almost of another world, but those unspoken words will one day will themselves into existence” )
Even now, Watanuki does not consider anything beyond the annoyance that springs up, burning and passionate, he shrieks in protest at Yuuko’s amusement (there’s a very thin line between love and hate, Watanuki-kun”)
He spends less time with Himawari-chan, his perspective of her, and life slowly shifting. He is slowly maturing, everyone around him in even far off worlds speculating and watching this new wonder.
(there are no scars from the fall, the pain has ceased now, his life is less of wishes than of action. They have blended more than anyone ever could imagine)
Watanuki’s waking moments are no longer the things of dreams, his dreams are rarely nightmares. He sees Yuuko and Haruka-san, sometimes he even misses Sakura-chan, when it is spring the the flowers are just budding.
( “You and Shizuka, there is a strong bond... red threads, perhaps?” Haruka-san chuckled then as Watanuki tries to stutter a explanation.)
Life, luck, for once they have passed favorably into his hands. Watanuki finds something odd amongst these realizations – he is happy.
(”I simply made a choice.” Watanuki stares at him, back turned away bow in hand, noticing the lines and angles of him for perhaps the first time. “And I chose you” he says, so soft Watanuki almost doesn’t hear it.)
Almost done with owed stuff FTW! ♥
She requested “NaruSasu gags” and I went “ you want him to suck Sasuke off?” (jeez I haven’t read this in forever)
After creating the Sexy no Jutsu Naruto became instantly popular with almost every boy in his class. Afterall, this was the first time they’d gotten to see naked female flesh up close. (Except for the lucky few that had a careless father who left his magazines in easily accessible places, or a friend’s sister who left the windows open when bathing)
Naruto basked in all this attention, modifying chest size and slimming hips, making the jutsu completely irresistible to every healthy, breathing, straight guy in town. (if he had any say in it, he would go down as the most perverted Hokage in history, dammit!)
Sasuke treated him with the same disgust, even more so at the spectacle around him. Even as Naruto perfected his ‘art’, Sasuke remained unaffected, no matter how many times Naruto bared or primped or fluttered.
(If Naruto really thought it over he would’ve realized simply that Sasuke didn’t like girls, naked or not. But being Naruto, he simply kept trying to perfect it further till he would make Sasuke crumble too — an art coming very close to seduction from the way Naruto was wielding it.)
and for Becky.. She wasn’t feeling well a bit ago D: (this au may be ongoing because it’s just that fun) also, PG-13 because it's Akiha and Umeda, obviously.
(one)
The school board was frankly overjoyed that an internationally known photographer would offer to work at their school, just like that. Without expectations of high pay, no clauses in his contract. It seemed too good to be true.
Akiha mentioned he had enjoyed painting as a child, but was too impatient to continue these days.
(The model always gets annoyed and then I want to spend time with him, and then the painting never gets finished” )
“Nothing else?” said one of the more skeptical members of the board.
“Welllll--.” Akiha said, “As long as I can go visit the nurse if I ever get hurt!”
The board agreed that’s was quite acceptable, and hired him on the spot.
(two)
Umeda nearly choked on his coffee when he heard the news. (Later, a cup of coffee managed to ‘accidentally’ fall all over a blonde blur that made its way into his damn office again.)
(three)
Akiha-sensei became popular with the students quite fast. He was cheerful, gave little homework, and managed to make classes genuinely interesting, showcasing new and exotic methods.
Not only that, he was attractive. (While Nakao still loved Nanbe above all others, Akiha-sensei came a very close second)
(four)
“Today I’ve brought a sampling of works, my own, in fact, to share with everyone.”
“Eh– isn’t that Umeda-sensei?! Wearing noth— ”
Akiha-sensei cleared his throat and confiscated the folder. “Oops, seems like it was the wrong one~!” It only took a moment for him to stash the offending folder in his desk and pull out another one, filled with landscapes and buildings.
However, the damage was done — three students looked at Umeda-sensei in an entirely new way
(five)
Akiha runs to the nurse’s office for every papercut, bruise, and any other conceivable notion he can find.
If he isn’t injured by the time he gets there, he certainly is by the time he leaves.
(six)
“For the last time, you idiot, my office is not the teacher’s lounge Umeda said, glaring furiously at the idiot who dared usurp his place.
Akiha just smiled, and did the most infuriating thing possible – pulled the ciggarette from Umeda’s lips and pushed him to the wall, capturing those lips as his own.
(The worst part was that Akiha was an excellent kisser)
(seven)
It was bad enough that Akiha had already, invaded on Umeda’s work time and personal time, but when the moron landed on his door and started leaving things in Umeda’s house – spare toothbrushes and other obvious means of shacking up, that was crossing another line entirely.
Frankly, Umeda was too tired to change locks, and by then Akiha would probably just fly in through the windows like the crazed idealistic fool he was.
(So Umeda accepts defeat sometimes, and yes fine, dammit, he will admit the idiot is a great fuck and a good kisser and a good cook, which is the only reason(s) Umeda hasn’t kicked the bastard out yet.)
alaphabet_love | 22. vitruvian man | Tezuka + Fuji.| eyes wide openI've had this for a long time sitting around, I found it when I was looking for something else. Um, PG-13 for inexplicit sex, consider it post-series and quite some time in the future. Will probably move it somewhere else...eventually.
Fuji sometimes gets lost in maze of Tezuka’s body, he forgets the junctures and tendons and muscles that make up the whole of Tezuka. (“You never see the trees for the forest, Syuusuke” neesan would always say, and he would smile and agree.)
This is the anatomy of a hero, he thinks, and it’s blood and flesh breathed into life, he can lick the salt off of Tezuka’s skin, run his fingers down deeper into the territory of Tezuka, the pale peach of his flesh, or just rest, sated and regrouping until the next to, e as Tezuka lies recumbent, reading morning newspapers.
Around Tezuka, Fuji always feels hollowed out, like a clamshell pried open, all the juicy secrets and desires scooped out. But he’s grown to like it, the raw nakedness of knowing you are understood, if only marginally.
Words are far beyond him now, scattered somewhere on the floor with their clothing, but Tezuka is talented at piecing together the puzzles, at piecing him together, so Fuji thinks he’ll be able to convey in, somehow, if only in translation of ragged breaths and the tightness compressing his chest, caging his lungs. Somehow Tezuka will understand, he always does.
Afterall, Tezuka always sees the forest for its trees.
alphabet_love | 23. words – spoken aloud | XXXholic, Yuuko, vague subtexty Doumeki+Watanuki, for doumeki (Sherri ~:D) for her sickness and icky work and stuff. Hopefully it’s suitably surreal XD vagueish spoilers for recent chapters. ( “one spoken, a word can never be recalled, Watanuki-kun” she says, wine glass in hand, half full, soon to be fully empty. “But even before they are spoken aloud, formed, they exist.” a sip, two, her eyes bright and knowing. “Ghostlike, almost of another world, but those unspoken words will one day will themselves into existence” )
Even now, Watanuki does not consider anything beyond the annoyance that springs up, burning and passionate, he shrieks in protest at Yuuko’s amusement (there’s a very thin line between love and hate, Watanuki-kun”)
He spends less time with Himawari-chan, his perspective of her, and life slowly shifting. He is slowly maturing, everyone around him in even far off worlds speculating and watching this new wonder.
(there are no scars from the fall, the pain has ceased now, his life is less of wishes than of action. They have blended more than anyone ever could imagine)
Watanuki’s waking moments are no longer the things of dreams, his dreams are rarely nightmares. He sees Yuuko and Haruka-san, sometimes he even misses Sakura-chan, when it is spring the the flowers are just budding.
( “You and Shizuka, there is a strong bond... red threads, perhaps?” Haruka-san chuckled then as Watanuki tries to stutter a explanation.)
Life, luck, for once they have passed favorably into his hands. Watanuki finds something odd amongst these realizations – he is happy.
(”I simply made a choice.” Watanuki stares at him, back turned away bow in hand, noticing the lines and angles of him for perhaps the first time. “And I chose you” he says, so soft Watanuki almost doesn’t hear it.)
Almost done with owed stuff FTW! ♥
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Date: 2007-08-28 04:49 am (UTC)boobscomment ♥BTW! Did you read The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell (http://sea-priest3ss.livejournal.com/9364.html#cutid1)? It's for Hikaru no Go (Hikaru/Akira) -- Hikaru trying to drag Akira to a concert XD It's hilarious. (also mildly porny, don't read at work!)