word #54

Mar. 10th, 2008 12:30 am
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on 2008-03-09 03:52 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] velvet-burns.livejournal.com
Title: At the Foot of His Bed
Fandom/original: Cinema Bizarre
Characters: Strify, Kiro
Rating: R
Word count: 385

He calls me his pet. We've been friends for a long time, best friends, and we're always joking around like that. I don't think anyone takes us seriously.

"You're my bitch, aren't you," Strify breathed harshly, pulling the boy close to him by the choker around his neck. "My dirty, slutty little bitch. Get on your knees. Work for your master." Long fingers curled around the silver handle of his cane as Strify leaned back in his chair, holding the boy's leash loosely in his other hand as the blond-and-black-haired male unfastened his master's pants and drew out his growing erection.

We live together, me, him, and Yu. It's pretty much an ideal arrangement, especially because neither Shin nor Luminor are too far away. Anyway, the three of us who live at WG have been friends for years, so there's no sense in splitting us up. I do a lot of the cooking, and I make a mean cappuchino. Strify's pretty good at the cleaning, and Yu can always be relied on to bring home entertainment in the evenings after a hard day of interviews or rehearsals. I'd say we're all pretty much a normal, happy family.

"Beg for it," Strify hissed, riding crop in hand. With a flick of his wrist, the leather-wrapped black stick smacked across the boy's exposed ass. The boy whimpered, arms jerking uselessly, wrists chained to the rails at the head of the bed. His erection was almost painful now, slick with pre-cum as he spread his legs, arching backwards as Strify ran the riding crop over his reddened skin.

"Nnh..." The boy felt tears trickle down his face; not out of discomfort or unhappiness, but out of frustration and desire.

"Beg!" Strify snapped, snapping the riding crop across his ass once more.

"Please!" the boy blurted out, gasping as the vibration of the strike sent shivers through his body.


What they don't know, though... what nobody knows... is that I don't sleep in my own room, at night. Sure, I creep back in there early in the morning, and sometimes I'll nap there during the day if there's time, but for the most part, I sleep at the foot of his bed. Loyal, guarding, submissive. Only for him.

burning/Grit

on 2008-03-09 06:42 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] writingfay.livejournal.com
Title: Grit
By: Jaya
What: Burning
Type: Original
Characters: Jonas/Nate, Xy, Martin/Race, Ken
Last Part: Released (“http://writingfay.livejournal.com/172922.html”).
Rating: PG13
Warning: Language, slash in other parts
Word count: 789
Blurb: Martin finally got tired of trashing--pretending to trash--Jonas's place and headed out. Left on his own again, Jonas leaves the wear house behind. It's useless for storing water now especially water that's been smuggled in through the city gates. Jonas makes his way towards the way station and Nate.

The day had cooled in leaps and bounds as the sun disappeared below the horizon as if it were being swallowed up. However, Jonas did not see it once the last of the oversized orbs finally vanished from true sight beneath the city walls. A strong wind was whipping down through the city with the evening chilly, cooling his sweat and leaving Jonas feeling gritty. It was a feeling one got used to after a while, but every once and a while the realization that he hated it came back with a vengeance.

Deserting the streets for the roof tops as the night work crews began to assemble. Most of the work above ground was done at night, because it was cooler, the underground work could be conducted during the heat of the day. The floodlights past the city walls were glowing dully as they warmed up one by one blinking into bright brilliance.

Looking from the edge of the roof beneath his feet, Jonas’s hand rested on the gritty top of an old chimney still back but cold. He could see the way station a spot of light and color among the darker lines of the city. Most of the roads and side streets stayed dark through the hours of the night. Unless of course they were heavily trafficked by the rich and then it was worth the gold to light them. Turning his gaze from the way station to the glitter of the ships in orbit, Jonas sneered. The safety of those who flew between land and space was more important then that of those who made it possible for them to stay up there.

Fools all of them were fools, Jonas thought. Taking a few steps back, he ran and jumped. However, the sand on the far roof, slide under his feet sending him down on one knee. Cursing softly under his breath, Jonas pushed of the rough roof and walked towards the other side of the building. He was close enough to the way station, to go the rest of the way through the inbetween.

Nate would be waiting safe at the way station with his truck. Standing on the edge of the roof looking down into the dark chasm below him Jonas thought about running. It was tempting to simply get into the truck with Nate and drive away from the city and from everything else. The past was catching up with him, Jonas could practically feel it breathing down the back of his neck disturbing the grit encrusted there. Swinging over the edge he began to climb towards the sand covered pavement, he could not escape forever. Jonas had always known that and he had worked too hard to make his place here.

Martin would not drive him off and he would not give Ken the satisfaction of getting his way. A slow grim smile played across Jonas’s face, his blue eyes narrowed perceptibly as he dropped to the ground and brushed his hands off on his palms. The soft sound of something falling from above shot his gaze to where he’d come from.

Xy’s face peered down into the darkness and then the boy skittered down the ladder like he was more spider then human. “There you are. Martin was persistent this time.”


Re: burning/Grit

on 2008-03-09 06:43 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] writingfay.livejournal.com
“Martin's an ass,” Jonas spat, “Nate?”

“With the truck, he wants you to come with him when he leaves,” Xy’s brown eyes were hidden in the shadows by Jonas could feel the question in them as he began to walk towards the way station.

“I’m not going anywhere, remember the old place?”
“The bunker?”
“Yeah, Martin couldn’t find that place with an army.”
“Or a guide.”
“You wouldn’t.”

Xy leaned away at the anger in Jonas’s voice, “No.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jonas paused where the darkness spilled out into the lighted open space of the way station. Leaning against the wall he looked at Xy, “It hasn’t been a good day.” He said by way of an apology.

“I understand,” Xy’s eyes darted nervously into the light and then back behind them, “I’ll go see if anything has moved in since you’ve been gone.”

The boy was nervous this close to the bright lights, and Jonas didn’t blame him. Xy was used to hiding, he’d done it all for as long as he could probably remember. Nodding, he stood until the whisper of movement was gone, and he knew Xy had taken to the roofs once more. He was tempted to follow, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped out into the light and made his way towards the rows of trucks parked on the far side of the station to find Nate.

on 2008-03-10 04:32 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] suckmyspock.livejournal.com
Who's The Grinch With A Heart Two Sizes Too Small? (http://community.livejournal.com/the_acid_quill/40062.html)
PG13 for language
Clerks/Clerks II • Randal Graves, Elias • Genfic
Randal's hurt his foot, and he blames it all on poor Elias.

on 2008-03-22 01:54 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] silvey.livejournal.com
Title: The perfect valentines gift (http://tpausilver-fic.livejournal.com/57199.html)
Fandom/original: Bleach
Characters: Orihime/Ishida
Rating: PG
Word count: 601
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