Le Baiser de la Mort

Bee/Sam: Glamour

2009-07-13T18:49:14Z

Title: Glamour
Author: xkirasakurax
Summary: In which Sam wears a dress, Bee wears a skirt and everything is just perfect.
Rating: T/PG-13
Length: 959 words - five drabbles.
Pairing(s): Bumblebee/Sam primary, Trent/Miles mentioned (Transformers movies)
Warning(s): Crossdressing, human!Bee, AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. It belongs to Hasbro.
Author's Note: Just a few little drabbles to dredge up inspiration while I work on some other things. Yup. Read over by riohime and proofread by myself, but apart from that its unbeta’d. Idea stolen off aniay , although I have done this before with Kingdom Hearts (which, like these ones, were horrible. >__>')
NOTE: In El Paso, Sam is actually a male.

Ledges Road – Incendio
(human!Bee)

The sound and the smell of the ocean surrounded Sam, making his nose twitch and his cheeks flush from the wind. The air was fresh and sharp, and despite the fact that his legs were frozen his torso was deliciously warm. Sighing, he leaned back into Bee’s arms, smiling softly when he felt a soft kiss being pressed to his temple.

“I love you,” Bee told him, cuddling Sam closer. Sam turned his head and pressed his nose into Bee’s neck, and nodded once, mumbling a reply of, “Love you too.”

He then turned to continue watching the sunset, the silhouettes of fishing boats and a large barge making him crave for a camera, if only so he could frame this utter perfection, this feeling of such completion and happiness. This memory, with him and Bee stretched out on Bee’s hood, swapping languid kisses as the last rays of light faded from the sky.

Almost Easy – Avenged Sevenfold

“Optimus is so gonna kill me,” Sam laughed loudly, spinning Bee’s steering wheel and swerving about the corner. The sound of revving engines and squealing tires echoed behind the two of them, and Sam felt a swell of pride well up inside of him. Here he was, driving one of the best cars in this illegal little get together, and despite the fact that the car could drive itself he was in charge, and winning.

Oh yeah, he thought happily, I am the best.

Of course, if his parents or his friends knew about these little races he’d probably be shot thrice over, but he needed this release, this speed and the adrenaline. He was bored of living the way he had been, with his mediocre job and his mediocre girlfriend.

It was so much better sneaking around with Bee behind her back, and winning thousands by risking their lives. Sure, Mikeala would probably kill him when she found out, probably call him insane and stupid and break up with him, but this life...

... it was so much easier to live.

El Paso – Marty Robbins
(human!Bee)

The sound of a tinkering piano and the smell of bitter beer and vomit hit Bumblebee like a bullet, and he smiled. He stepped into the saloon, tipping his hat at the pretty little dolls who tittered at the sight of him, and headed over to the bar. Sitting down, he smirked when he noticed him.

Sitting two seats down was a pretty little dame, all dressed up in red and blushing when he noticed Bee’s attentions. He quickly fanned himself, ducking his head when Bee moved to sit down next to him.

“Hello there, ma’am.” Bee greeted, flashing him a handsome smile. The boy nodded in reply, and Bee asked, “What’s your name, miss?”

“Samuel,” The boy replied, and Bee smirked. “Samuel, eh? I like the way it rolls off my tongue.”

Sam shot him a shy, seductive grin, and answered with a, “Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, what else do you like to have roll off your tongue, stranger?”

Bee laughed, and pulled Sam to his side and whispered in his ear a myriad of dirty little nothings. Sam blushed again, and squeaked, “Oh, my!”

Bee grinned, and placed his calloused hand on Sam’s more delicate one, his other resting on Sam’s skirt clad knee. “So, you wanna see what can roll off my tongue?”

“Oh, definitely, stranger.”

Motteke! Sailor Fuku – Aya Hirano (Lucky Star Opening)
(human!Bee)

“Bee! What the fuck are you wearing?!” Sam gasped, staring. Bee smiled at him, and spun around, the tiny skirt Mikaela had leant him flicking up and giving Sam a flash of the bright pink panties he wore underneath.

“Mikaela let me use it. Said that you would like it.” Bee replied, waving about the pom poms. He struck a pose, the way Mikaela had shown him, and smiled victoriously when Sam flushed red, all the way from the tip of his ears to the top of his chest.

“Um. Why?” Sam asked, flabbergasted. Bee shrugged, and answered, “I told her our sex life was getting boring.”

“You did what?!”

“So she told me to wear this. Oh, and we worked out a routine too. She said you’d definitely like it. Something about you being a hot-blooded male even if you were a poof?”

Sam stuttered and stammered in answer, eyes still trained on the cropped shirt that Bee was wearing, showing off his freshly pierced belly button.

“Christ.”

Undo – COOL JOKE (Full Metal Alchemist Opening Three)

“I have to admit, Sam, this was a good idea.”

Sam flashed Miles a smile, and replied, “Course it was. I’m a genius.”

He ignored Trent’s snort from across the campfire, and leaned into Bee’s holographic side. He watched as Miles speared a couple of marshmallows on his stick and moved to hold it out over the fire, rolling his eyes when Trent took it from him, muttering something about not wanting to put up with the whining when Miles burnt himself.

Grinning, Sam motioned for Trent to make him one, which the blonde boy did reluctantly, asking Bee if he wanted one as well. Bee shook his head, splattering everyone with water, his hair still not dry from their swim in the lake earlier.

“But, seriously, dude, this is like... the smartest thing you’ve ever thought up. Camping was a great idea for us to to catch up, especially with you being all smart and collegey now.”

“Miles, seriously, try to use words in the dictionary.” Sam laughed, before yawning. He leaned forward and stretched, warming his hands by the fire at the same time, sighing happily when he felt Bee start to massage his shoulders, causing him to feel like contently worn down jelly.

Bee/Sam: Five

2009-07-10T08:34:04Z

Title: Five
Author:
Summary: Sam always thought his first kiss with Bee would be more epic.
Rating: M/MA15+
Length: 3300 words - four drabbles and a oneshot.
Pairing(s): Bumblebee/Sam primary, Simmons/Leo mentioned, Trent/Miles mentioned (Transformers movies)
Warning(s): OOC, sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. It belongs to Hasbro.
Author's Note: Some pretty crappy drabble-one-shot things just to pass the time. I moved recently and as such have misplaced my external harddrive, which has most of my better TF fics hidden away on it. So until I find it I spit out these... these OOC crack things. The five words were given to me by Sydney!Alyssa. Has been beta’d by my marvellous beta. :D

Pink.
(ROTF verse.)

Sam stared and stared and maybe even vomited in his mouth a little. Shock and fear and utter disgust were awash inside him and he was almost positive that this was the twins’ fault. In fact, he was so certain that he turned on his heel and stalked across the University’s parking lot towards where the two other bots sat, quivering, under the stern eye of Optimus Prime.

Sam could only thank Primu—God, God, he needed to stop thinking like an Autobot! – that it was school vacation and the Government was covering the whole thing up. In fact, several NEST members sat gathered around the entire scene, and Sam rolled his eyes when he noticed how Will Lennox was elbowing Ironhide.

“You two,” Sam spat, his brown eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in that pouty way that usually sent the other mechs around him running. “Are going to pay for that.”

Skids and Mudflap flinched, especially when Bee sent an accompanying blast of screeching, raging heavy-metal music through the air which seemingly increased the entire aura of Sam’s anger.

“And when you two have paid for a new paint job, I expect to see you cleaning up the rest of the campus!”

Mudflap raised a tentative servo in reply, and when Sam hissed out a “What?” he answered, “Well, um, how do we pay for the paintjob, almighty Sam sir?”

“I don’t know. In fact, all I do know is that you had better get it done soon or I will have your freaking Sparks for dinner. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! You can’t just paint someone’s car pink when the car’s asleep, you jerks!”

Bee nodded enthusiastically in agreement, his neon pink hands clenched. Another blast of heavy metal sent the other two scuttling off, headed in the direction of Ratchet as they planned to beg for some money.

Orgasm.
(ROTF verse.)

“Oh sweet Jesus!”

The one thing – the one thing – Sam had not expected to see as he had entered his dorm room was to see this. This... this monster. This crime against nature! Oh, God, it was disgusting.

Recoiling, Sam stumbled back and fell against the shut door, eyes wide as he watched Leo fling back his head and yowl, somewhat like a cat in heat except much louder and high pitched and Sam wouldn’t be surprised if his ears ended up bleeding, as he orgasmed.

Simmons cursed loudly and stilled his madly propelling hips as he came too, effectively scarring Sam for life. Dear God, he’d be surprised if he would still be able to interface with Bee after this, because he was pretty damned sure he’d never be able to ‘Get It Up’ ever again.

Not with this image in his mind.

“Primus.” Sam spat again, just for good measure, totally forgetting the fact that he was trying to be a normal kid and that saying things like Primus and seeing your friend have sex with one of the men you disliked most in the world was not normal.

Ice-cream.
(2007 movie-verse.)

Bumblebee hated ice-cream. Absolutely hated the stuff. He could often be seen hiding somewhere should Sam come home with it, although by being seen he was often defeating the entire purpose of the hiding. Bee said he was such a bad spy because everything on this planet was way too small for it’s own good, although Ironhide and Ratchet would often mutter to each other that, in reality, the younger bot just wanted to be found by Sam.

This was complete and utter lunacy, because Sam with ice-cream usually meant Miles with ice-cream, and as much as Bee liked the guy, he was still quite messy, and had no consideration for Bee’s interior. Nope, none at all.

The last time he had been inside of Bee had been the day Sam had allowed Miles to borrow him and, well, Bee had thought that Sam and Miles hated that Trent guy. But, apparently, hate meant unrelieved sexual tension on this planet or something because Trent and Miles had driven to the next town, had gone to a movie, had dinner, gotten ice cream and had proceeded to smear it all over Bee and themselves, along with some other... less than satisfactory liquids.

Didn’t these people realise that by spilling ice-cream inside of Bee it meant that when he transformed back it was likely to stick to cables and delicate, tiny wires and completely mess him up? He was a living, non-breathing thing too! Whatever happened to respecting a bot enough that you didn’t end up interfacing in him? Even Decepticons weren’t that filthy!

Kids these days. He thought to himself grumpily as he felt another disgusting splat of strawberry ice cream land on his seat.

(Or, at least he hoped it was ice cream.)

Kitten.
(ROTF verse. (fun note: this was written with me on my back and the laptop on my stomach with my eyes closed – had a total of four mistakes.))

“You got me a kitten.”

Sam stared up at Bumblebee, eyebrows drawn together as he muttered to himself, slightly amused and somewhat stunned, “A cat, when I already have two dogs.”

Bumblebee shrugged, making the huffy face that only Sam and the other Autobots could really decipher, and a defensive love song that said something about Pleasin’ My Gal came on and sung out over Bee’s radio.

“I know, buddy, I know, but, uh, why a kitten?”

Said kitten meowed in what appeared to be annoyance from between Sam’s arms, as though it was asking, “Well, are you keeping me or not, you prick?”

Bee squirmed, and opted to sit down. Sam watched as he printed something out (a nifty little device Ratchet had installed when Bee’s vocal processors had shot themselves for the sixth time) of his left servo, before having it handed to him.

Passing Bee the tiny cat, Sam watched fondly as Bee raised it to his face and gently nuzzled it, the kitten making a happy meowing noise at the act. He then looked down at the paper in his hand, the strong smell of fresh ink drifting up from the bright red page.

Emblazoned across the top of it were the letters, “The ultimate gift for your lover!”

“... oh, Bee. I thought we went over this. These websites are just rubbish. Rubbish!”

Bee shrugged, and passed Sam the kitten, which instantly hissed and lodged its claws into his arm. Cursing, Sam pulled it off him and threw it at Bee, glaring at it.

“Look, fine, I’ll let you keep it. But if it does that again... so help me...”

A happy pop song tinkered out from the radio, and Sam shook his head, amused by the fact that Bee had totally forgotten that he had gotten it for Sam originally.

(He would later learn that Wheeljack, Mudflap and Skids, who had just wanted a kitty around the base, had put his lover up to the whole thing.)

Thrust.
(ROTF verse.)

Ironhide, Sam had learnt, was a bit in-your-face. He had learnt this over the last few years, what with the constant state of this gun and this turbo-powered-whatzit and that weapon the mech functioned in. You couldn’t hope to feel completely safe around him, unless you were Will but Sam supposed that since he wasn’t Will it meant he obviously deserved to be almost poked in the fucking eye every fucking three minutes.

Bee agreed with him.

The yellow bot had told him stories about how, when he had been nary but a Sparkling, he had often woken up screaming and yelling and that Ironhide’s way of calming him down was to stuff a laser in his face and expect him to play with it. He had almost offlined himself that way, and he had lost an optic for quite a while.

So, naturally, Sam was a bit wary when Bee started to do it too, but had put up with it for the last four years. Sure, Bee wasn’t as bad as Ironhide, but he had been doing it a lot more than usually lately, and it was starting to get a little bit irritating. Leo would often whisper and nudge Sam in the ribs and say it was Bee’s way of saying I love you, but Sam would ignore him and blush bright red.

It wasn’t as though Sam and Mikaela had broken up because Sam thought he was gay or anything. Nope. It was a mutual falling out.

Leo was obviously delusional. He should meet Miles. Miles was also delusional. What with his living with Trent and everything.

The world was slowly going insane!

Sighing, Sam stood up and wandered over to his window, watching as students milled around outside and absent-mindedly scratching his belly when he felt it rumble. Feeling much too lazy to get up and make something to eat, he instead flopped back onto his bed, huffing in annoyance when the door to the dorm knocked.

Grumbling under his breath he sat back up and stomped over to it, flinging it open and getting ready to yell at Leo for forgetting his key again.

He had a box thrust in his face instead, smacking him in the forehead and making him cuss.

An upset whine made Sam lower the thing, and he blinked. Standing in front of him was what appeared to Bee’s holographic form (something Sam only glimpsed every so often, usually when he was didn’t have much money and wanted to use the cheap-twosies-Tuesday at the local drive-in, which cost four dollars less than it did by himself), except that couldn’t be right because Bee was off doing whatever he had been doing with Ratchet these days.

Frowning at the thought and pushing down the jealousy, not that he was or anything, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Um... is that you, Bee?”

A frantic nod made Sam step back, eyes widening when he realised that Bee had been holding something. Holograms shouldn’t be able to hold something. They weren’t solid!

As Bee entered the room, Sam shut the door and let his barrage of questions go. “Okay, how the hell are you in here?! Like that I mean! You shouldn’t be able to! What happened? Is it the Decepticons?! Wait, are you a Decepticon?! Oh great, just great, you’re going to stick another alien thing in my brain again, aren’t you? Fucker.”

He spat at the mech’s feet for good measure, not really caring that he had just gotten the floor dirty. It was Leo’s turn to clean (or pay someone else to, as he was wont to do) anyway.

Decepticon-Bee just shot him a bewildered look and said, “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a giant, evil robot. It’s what giant evil robots do, you... you solidified piece of tin.”

Bee’s unimpressed silence just made Sam squirm, until finally he added, “It could happen!”

“You didn’t have to spit!” Bee retorted, taking a few steps away from the wet spot on the floor. Sam shrugged, and added, “Well, it’s, you know, a secret way of saying hi. Autobots-pretending-to-be-Decepticons wouldn’t know that.”

“What’s with the Decepticon thing today?” Bee asked, rubbing at his forehead in a way that reminded Sam of Miles when he was particularly frustrated with him. Jesus, you’re weird, dude was what Miles would have said.

“Primus, Sam, you’re an odd human sometimes.”

Sam eyeballed Bee and muttered to himself, “You obviously didn’t see the tongue.”

Bee’s bewildered look only made Sam smirk in triumph, although he screamed when Bee’s tongue shot out of his mouth two seconds later.

“OhmyGod you are a Decepticon! Rape! Raaape!” Sam screeched as he scrambled over behind his desk, grabbing his metal ruler and preparing to battle it out, at least until the real Bee got here. Or Leo distracted it.

... hopefully Leo. Getting molested by a Decepticon would teach him to stop leaving his dirty underwear on Sam’s pillow.

“Get away from me you! Don’t think I don’t how to use this! I have voices in my head that tell me how to!”

Decepticon-Bee’s head popped over the top of the desk, dirty blonde and black hair falling over his face as he asked, confused, “You mean the voices are telling you how to measure stuff?”

Sam whacked the thing on the nose by way of answer.

Jerking his head back, Bee cried, “Ow, Primus Sam! What did you do that for?!”

“You know why, you scum! You think you’re such hot shit, with your tongue and your tail and and your panties! I know what you are!”

“... panties?”

“I know all about them!”

The sound of shuffling papers could be heard, and then the squeak of bed springs, followed by Bee’s voice.

“Sam, do you think you might be a little... paranoid?”

“Oh, right, right. Obviously I don’t have the right to be paranoid after all the shit that keeps happening to me.” Sam yelled back over his shoulder, his spare hand digging around the papers and old chocolate wrappings for another weapon. He came across a sock he had lost two months ago and a very thick textbook about Space-Time, along with one of Leo’s alien figurines. Frowning at it, Sam decided to throw it at Decepticon-Bee, and did so without looking, hoping it hit.

The sound of smashing glass alerted him to the fact that he had probably just broken one of Leo’s glass Star Trek figurines (collectables apparently worth hundreds) and he winced, preparing himself to get ready to fork out more money than he would have liked.

“This is all your fault!” He informed the Pretender in the room, snorting when Decepticon-Bee muttered, “Oh, for Primus’ sake, Sam. Ratchet and Wheeljack wanted to do some upgrades on my real body but I didn't wanna leave you alone so they transferred me to the Pretender model they designed. And I just thought that you would, you know, maybe, like to see it. I even got you a car to make up for the lack of a ride! It’s nice to know you just see me as your car. Hmmph!”

... well. That sounded slightly reasonable. Huffing to himself, Sam held up his hand so that it was the only thing visible to Bee from behind the desk and said, “Throw me my phone.”

A few seconds later it crashed into his trashcan, and wincing Sam extracted it, wiping off some cake crumbs.

“This had better not turn into some sort of brain-molesting minibot again,” He muttered, dialling the number Optimus had given him to use in emergencies. And, while Sam was sure the Autobot would chastise him for this later, he decided to classify this as an emergency.

“Samuel?”

Optimus’ voice crackled over the line, and Sam felt a tad safer that the phone hadn’t crawled into his ear yet. “Optimus, my good mech! Would you mind handing the phone over to Ratchet because IthinkImighthaveaslightDecepticonrelatedproblem. I might not, but I’m just making sure.”

“... of course?”

“I’m not a Decepticon!” Bee snapped, and Sam turned around and shifted to his knees, where he raised his head so that it just appeared above desk’s tabletop. Glaring at him, he muttered a, “Quiet, you. I’m not taking any more chances. You go out and get yourself strangled by a giant, diesely tongue and see how you react to it mentally.”

“You’re insane, Sam! I knew it, I knew it, I should have made Ratchet check you out ages ago, but nooo, I don’t do that because I wanted to be nice! Nice! And here you are throwing three week old cake at me for my troubles!”

“The cake is a lie--- I mean, you are a lie!”

“What’s a lie?” Ratchet asked Sam, sounding amused.

“You are!” Sam told him, before shaking his head and huffing, “Is Bee there?”

“... define what you mean by Bee.”

“I mean him! Like, the Sparkling you raised! With the giant metal pacifiers!”

“Samuel, I’m afraid we have no need for these... pacifiers...”

“... Ratchet, don’t fuck with me. Not now. I have a potential Decepticon in the room. He’s reading my maga---OhmyGod!”

Sam looked back over at Bee and exclaimed, “You’re a... a... femmebot, aren’t you? OhmyGod you’re sick, preying on my crush! And I haven’t even admitted to myself that I like him yet! I knew this phone was reading my mind!”

“You have a crush on Bumblebee?”

“You have a crush on me?”

Sam threw his phone at Decepticon-Bee’s head.

“Will you stop throwing things at me?!”

Ratchet’s voice echoed faintly from the phone, barely loud enough for Sam to hear, “Bumblebee, is he reacting negatively to your temporary body?”

“Yes!”

“Oh.” Sam added, realising that maybe that this was Bee. Oops.

“I’ll talk to his mother, then. I told her it would probably be a good idea for him to go to counselling... I’m sure the Government could arrange it...”

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Ratchet.” Bee shut the phone, and stood up to glare down at Sam again. Sam glanced up at him and coughed slightly, saying, “... it was a horrible experience.”

“We know that, Sam. And we understand that, but come on.”

“You weren’t there! You didn’t see the tongue!”

Bee rolled his eyes, and answered, “Yeah, yeah. Will you get up off the floor?”

Sam did so, stretching and wandering over to poke at the mess that had been Leo’s glass Spock.

“He’s gonna kill me for that.”

“Probably. Here.”

Sam looked up from his poking, raising an eyebrow at the box Bee once again thrust in his face.

“You’re gonna take one of my eyes out that way.” Sam informed him, opening it. His eyes widened when he held up the little plastic yellow car that Bee had bought him, and he couldn’t stop the hysterical little giggle that welled up.

Bee eyeballed him, and said to himself, “... I suppose I’d better get used to the idea of having a crazed Sparkmate...”

Sam’s head snapped to look over at him, and he asked a stunned, “What?”

“Well, you said you had a crush on me, didn’t you?” Bee replied, smiling slightly. Sam coughed and looked away, muttering an embarrassed, “NoIdidn’t.”

“... Sam, if you pull a stunt like you did with Mikaela I will, quite possibly, kill you. I have wanted you since the moment I saw you and if you do something as sick and twisted as throw me such a nice bone and then take it away you will experience more pain than Megatron could ever hope to inflict.”

“You like me?” Sam’s eyes were wide and doe-eyed, and Bee felt a wave of fondness wash over him.

“Yes, Sam. I like you. Why else would I steal money off Will and use it to buy that car?”

“... how much was the car?” Sam asked, staring down at it. Bee shrugged, and replied, “About $300...”

“... you bought me a collectable. In your image! That’s so nice!” Sam smiled brightly, and then he exclaimed, “Well, thanks for the visit I guess you’d better be going now.”

“You’re avoiding the current issue Samuel.”

“Yup. I mean, I might like you but I’m still getting used to it.”

“You drive me insane.” Bee informed him, before striding over and kissing Sam, pressing his lips hard against Sam’s and thrusting his tongue against Sam’s mouth. Sam squeaked, and flailed for a moment, before he finally huffed into Bee’s mouth and kissed back, although reluctantly.

After all, he had totally envisioned this being a bit more romantic, and all. Maybe a trip to Norway in winter, being snowed in. Something epic. Maybe he should get Bee to take him to Egypt again...

Bee/Sam: Plug and Play

2009-07-01T19:32:59Z

Title: Plug and Play.
Author: xkirasakurax
Summary: There are moments. Unfortunately, Sam doesn't appreciate them. Bee does, though.
Rating: T/PG-13ish
Length: 651 words - drabble.
Pairing(s): Bumblebee/Sam (Transformers movies)
Warning(s): Frequent mentioning of overloading and interfacing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. It belongs to Hasbro.
Author's Note: Wrote this at 5:30AM yesterday and decided to post it here. Tentacles mention is for Jey, and Plug-and-Play idea was found when searching about Wikipedia. (although I doubt it’s page on plug and play is the same thing I’m on about.) This has been beta'd by my marvelous beta, so yay! :D

There are moments, moments that are often in fact the wrong moment, when you realise you’ve done something amazingly, utterly stupid and mind-blowingly embarrassing. These moments usually cause one to blush bright red and stammer and stutter and act like even more of a fool, and, well, Sam seemed to be suffering from a lot more of these little ‘moments’ than he would have liked lately.

It had all started with the Goddamned iPod player. It had been a normal one, black, relatively shiny, the type that plugged into your car and played your music on the speakers. Sam had asked Ratchet before he had bought it if it would be okay to use on Bee, and the medic had told him it would be. Of course, looking back on it, Sam should have been... wary... of the way Ratchet had asked him to tell him how the ‘Interfacing’ had gone.

Sam, stupid, stupid Sam, had thought that when Ratchet had said interfacing he had just meant plugging the thing in. But, no, apparently not.

Not that he had known or anything. So this whole incident was totally not his fault. Nope. If anything, it was Ratchet’s fault, and as such he deserved to be punished justly.

Sam resolved to enlist Mudflap and Skids in his mission to bring revenge and justice down upon Ratchet’s head and servos and freaking Spark later. He’d do it now, of course, but he currently had a very large, very heavy alien robot to doze on top of, and he should be allowed to take a brief nap, what with all that interfacing they’d been doing, which had included a variety of solid holograms, touching Bee’s Spark and what may have been tentacles, or wires or something, Sam wasn’t too sure.

He’d been too distracted by the colour of Bee’s optics, the way they had brightened and dulled, and twisted and turned in their strange way of dilating.

But thinking of interfacing made Sam think of his near constant blunders in the culture and language of Autobots, and, not for the last time in his life, he felt himself flushing red as he remembered his little accident.

How was he supposed to know that if you plugged that certain port with this certain shaped object it was an open invitation to interfacing?!

And Bee hadn’t even told him, no, not until he had overloaded on a highway at the 5PM rushhour yesterday evening!

So Sam shouldn’t even be feeling this embarrassed. Nope.

Heck, maybe it was even the packaging’s fault! ‘Plug-and-Play.’ It was like... some kind of false advertising, Sam just knew it. He could sue!

(Although, four days later he would punch Leo in the nose for daring to tease him about how he had done just what the plastic had told him to. There was no way Sam was taking shit from the guy who had been cuddling and worshiping Simmons.)

So. It was the product’s fault he had fallen in lo... in like with his car. Yup. Not his. And, since it wasn’t his fault, obviously there was no reason to be embarrassed.

Sighing contently at that thought, Sam lowered his head back down to lay against Bee’s chest plates, listening to the gentle thrum of Bee’s Spark. The warm metal and soft, almost sweet tingles of electricity that snaked over his skin soon lulled him to sleep, and he didn’t even wake up when Optimus walked in on them, optics wide at the sight.

After all, it wasn’t his fault, and as such Sam didn’t need to be embarrassed.

(And thus Samuel James Witwicky would continue to step and stomp all over Autobot traditions, at least until he found himself supposedly engaged. After which he had Optimus Prime sit down and explain it all to him, while Mikaela and Leo and a visiting Miles would snigger to themselves in the background.)

Suzaku/Lelouch: Of Stallions and Steeds

2008-12-05T10:26:14Z

Title: Of Stallions and Steeds
Author: </a></a>xkirasakurax
Summary: Because Lelouch's hat is evil, the Royal Horses of Britannia are perverts, and Suzaku is In Love.
Rating: M/NC-17
Length: 2324 words - oneshot.
Pairing(s): Suzaku/Lelouch (Code Geass)
Warning(s): Sex, possible spoilers, OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass. It belongs to CLAMP.
Author's Note: For Alyssa and Jess - Alyssa pretty wanted smut and SuzaLulu, and Jess wanted a horse called Jasper and one called Feitse. Or something like that. I can't remember our conversation. Beta'd by said Jess, for my normal Beta was Not Online when I wrote this.

“Hurry up, Suzaku. You’re so slow,” Lelouch teased, laughing from his perch on the back of Jasper. The grey horse nickered softly, pawing the ground, almost calling its companion, Feitse. Suzaku shot Lelouch an annoyed look, and gently urged the black stallion forward. The cool breeze ruffled their rather elaborate outfits, but, as Lelouch had pointed out over dinner whilst watching Sayoko measure Suzaku, they weren’t going to be around much longer, so they were at least allowed to play dress-up. Suzaku, of course, had questioned Lelouch’s maturity, to which Lelouch had merely shrugged and spooned another mouthful of custard up.

“I thought you said this would be a peaceful ride, Lelouch,” Suzaku replied, leaving Lelouch to grin and shake his head no. He looked younger, happier, a little freer, Suzaku had to admit, and the white of the outfit suited him, even if Lelouch had made it said colour as a little joke. ’White is the colour of purity, no? Let me imagine I’m pure, if only for a little while, Su-za-ku.’

Another burst of wind ruffled their hair, sending Lelouch’s hat flying. Suzaku burst into loud guffaws, sniggering at the put out look on his Emperor’s face. The hat fluttered along the ground, before being snatched up again and was eventually deposited in a nearby tree. Lelouch shot Suzaku an annoyed glance, and rode over to the tree, standing up in the stirrups in an attempt to reach the white monstrosity. Suzaku frowned at that, and guided Feitse over to Jasper, muttering, “You shouldn’t be doing that, Lelouch. What if you fall over?”

“I won’t,” Lelouch replied, stretching up higher. His fingers brushed the white silk of the hat, but he wasn’t tall enough. Huffing, he lurched upwards, his arm stretched, only to lose his balance and topple over sideways. Lelouch squeaked, letting go of Jasper’s reins, and would have hit the ground face first if Suzaku hadn’t learnt over and grabbed his collar. Jasper whinnied in annoyance, but allowed Suzaku to pull his master upright. Flushed and panting, Lelouch straightened, shooting his knight a baleful glare.

“Don’t even say it,” He snapped, running a nervous hand through his hair. Shooting the hat an annoyed look, he pulled Jasper around, and announced, “You’re going to fetch it for me.”

Suzaku snorted, but did as he was bid. Swinging off of Feitse, he stepped to the ground, shifting slightly before handing the stallion’s reins to Lelouch. He then turned to the tree and declared, “I’ll make sure to have that hat burned one day. Just you watch.”

Neither mentioned the fact that Lelouch wouldn’t be alive to.

“Yeah, yeah, just get me my hat,” Lelouch replied haughtily, running a hand down Jasper’s pale neck. He continued to stroke his horse; the three watching as Suzaku quickly and easily climbed the tree, snatched the hat back and clambered back down. Slapping it against his thigh, he held the dirtied garment up.

“A gift for his Majesty,” Suzaku proclaimed, causing Lelouch to laugh softly as he reached out to receive it. He took the hat back, jolting when his bare fingertips brushed Suzaku’s gloved ones. A heavy silence suddenly fell over the two, and Lelouch silently let Suzaku lift him from Jasper’s back.

Cording his hands through Lelouch’s hair, Suzaku held him close, whispering, “Why don’t I hate you, Lelouch? For all you’ve done to me, why don’t I hate you?”

“Because I’m extremely lovable,” Lelouch replied, giggling breathlessly when Suzaku tickled the back of his neck.

“Of course. How could I forget?” Suzaku asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss against Lelouch’s forehead. Lelouch sighed softly, and craned his neck up. His eyes met Suzaku’s burning green ones, and he reached up to gently stroke Suzaku’s tanned face. Suzaku’s hand reached up and covered his, and the two teenagers stared at each other for a silent moment, broken by Lelouch’s breathy, “Make love to me, Suzaku, Knight of Zero.”

Suzaku smiled gently, and nodded.

“Yes, your Majesty.”

---

Suzaku removed Lelouch’s outer robe easily, running strong hands over Lelouch’s admittedly slim shoulders and arms. He laid it out on the ground, lowering Lelouch to lay on it. The 99th Emperor sprawled out at once, his legs falling open and his arms reaching upwards. Suzaku settled in between the V of Lelouch’s thighs, taking the black-haired boy’s hand and kissing each finger softly, nuzzling the palm. Flicking his tongue out, Suzaku lapped at the slight webbing between each of Lelouch’s elegant digits, his little puffs of warm breath making Lelouch giggle softly.

He trailed his lips up to the top of Lelouch’s hand, kissing the centre briefly, opening his mouth and swiping his tongue on the pale skin. He traced a wet line down to Lelouch’s bony wrists, nudging the fabric away with his chin, turning the hand over and pressing his mouth against the pulse. Suzaku smiled softly at the feeling of Lelouch’s life, fluttering gently under the skin, and tried to not to think how in a few months time it wouldn’t exist at all – stolen by his very hands, stabbed away by his very sword.

“Don’t think about it,” Lelouch murmured, raising his other hands to run it through Suzaku’s messy hair. The Japanese boy looked up, and replied, cradling the hand to his chest, “I try not to... I try to remember what you did, how much pain and suffering you caused. Shirley... Euphie... but... but then I remember the boy I knew, the one I know... and I think of Nunnally...”

“Don’t!” Lelouch suddenly commanded, blinking harshly. Suzaku nodded once, and straightened out over his Emperor, so that he was lying on top of him, his elbows keeping him supported on both sides of Lelouch’s head.

“I’m sorry,” He said, kissing Lelouch’s cheek, and then when his eyes fluttered shut, the petal-soft skin of each eyelid. “I spoke without thinking.”
Lelouch smiled weakly, and opening his eyes again answered, “I know... I know...”

Tears welled up, causing Suzaku to smile weakly and whisper, “Hey, hey, don’t cry. You’ll ruin the mood. And you might lose your contact lenses.”

Lelouch snorted, breath hitching when Suzaku gently wiped away the tears that had gathered on his lashes. Another kiss was pressed to his cheek, then his nose, and just as he parted his lips for their promised kiss, Suzaku licked his chin. Giving a stilted giggle, Lelouch went to protest, only to have his lips covered.

Mewling softly, Lelouch wrapped his hands around the back of Suzaku’s neck, messaging the fine hairs of his nape under his thumbs. They kissed unhurriedly, soft gasps and little noises passing between them, moisture collecting on their lips. Finally Suzaku swiped his tongue over Lelouch’s bottom lip, gently lapping at it before opting to nibble instead. Drawing back, the knight smiled, stating, “You’re so beautiful, Lelouch.”

Lelouch flushed prettily, glancing away. Suzaku leaned down to kiss him again, this time pressing his tongue against Lelouch’s lips. He was granted access easily, and he mapped out the insides of the Britannian’s mouth – tracing the cheeks and teeth and gums, petting Lelouch’s own tongue, stroking the roof of his mouth. They breathed through their noses, nights of hard coupling and bruising force having taught it to them. They had never ‘Made Love’ – merely fucked.

But now, what they were doing now, this was different. Shared feelings of loss, acceptance, and gentle caring were swapped with each thrust of Suzaku’s tongue, each wet sigh of Lelouch’s breath. Eventually Suzaku drew back, green eyes trailing over Lelouch’s rumpled form. He smiled at the way the teenager’s pants tented, and with a suddenly hungry, deliriously desperate need to taste Lelouch, Suzaku set to stripping away his master’s outfit.

Said task wasn’t easy, but each snap and pop of the buttons and belts and strips of Velcro spurred him on, until finally he was peeling Lelouch’s underwear away. Then, sitting back on his haunches, Suzaku looked down at his lover.

Lelouch was splayed out, panting softly. His flushed chest was rising and falling with each hurried breath, his pink nipples hard and pebbled and his belly covered in gooseflesh. His hands rested on his abdomen, drawing Suzaku’s attention to Lelouch's hard cock.

Interest swelled inside of him, and Suzaku shuffled back to take a closer look. He had never bothered to truly look at Lelouch’s body, preferring to take him from behind. Now, he reached out to trace his hand over Lelouch’s swollen prick, noting how it was slightly shorter than his own, not as dark and a little thinner. He ran his index finger down the vein on its underside, smiling when Lelouch’s breath hitched above him, before the dark haired boy whined, “Please, Suzaku!”

Suzaku gave a little hum, opting to run a hand over Lelouch’s sac, down the patch of sensitive skin behind it and finally over his opening. The furled skin was darker than the rest of Lelouch’s body, and it fluttered under Suzaku’s touch. Suzaku smiled again.

He raised his head, almost laughing at the utterly wanton look on Lelouch’s face. “Alright, alright,” He promised, lowering his head again and sucking Lelouch in. He had never sucked another man’s cock before, but the heavy weight on his tongue and slightly bitter taste pleased him. And while he had next to no experience, he still managed to reduce his Emperor into a whimpering, mewling mess.

Hands braced on Lelouch’s hips, he suckled gently; eventually drawing back to flick his tongue over Lelouch’s spongy, purpled head. He pressed his tongue against the little slit, reveling in the salty taste that oozed out, and swallowed again. Lelouch groaned above him, and Suzaku gave a happy little laugh around the flesh in his mouth – choking suddenly when his mouth filled with creamy liquid.

Lelouch moaned loudly, his back arching as he thrust down Suzaku’s throat, causing the teenager to draw back suddenly, coughing. He ended up having to spit out Lelouch’s come, if only to get his breathing back under control.

He shot his giggling master an annoyed glare, but his eyes softened when he saw how Lelouch lay panting softly, covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was an arousing image, one that made Suzaku realize how his own cock throbbed desperately.

“Lelouch... we... I mean... er...” Suzaku muttered, shifting. Lelouch raised a slim eyebrow, humming a soft, “Mmm?” in reply.

Suzaku sighed, and announced, “We don’t have any lube.”

A shocked laugh burst from Lelouch, who replied, “Saliva, Suzaku? Like the four other times we’ve done it without lube?”

Suzaku shot Lelouch a worried glance, and murmured, “But... it hurt you...”

“Only because you didn’t prepare me right,” Lelouch answered, sitting up. He leaned forward, murmuring, “Here, I’ll do it – you get undressed.”
Suzaku nodded, and stood up, one eye on his fingers, which worked on the zippers of his utterly stupid outfit, the other on Lelouch, who was lathing his fingers in spit. Shrugging the clothes off, Suzaku finally stood naked, his eyes wide as saucers as he watched his lover reach down and press a finger to his hole.

Pressing against it, Lelouch seemingly slipped his digit in with amazing ease, gasping softly. He pumped it in and out several times, finally slipping a second one in, and made small scissoring motions. He then slipped a third in, spitting in his free palm, before reaching down and rubbing some more saliva on his twisting and thrusting digits. Suzaku moaned loudly at the sight, kneeling down and kissing Lelouch. The black-haired boy whimpered, drawing his hands out, pushing Suzaku away.

“Please, please...” He begged, spreading his legs wide and showing off his hungry opening, which clenched and unclenched desperately. Suzaku gave a jerky nod, and drew back, spitting in his own palm and then reaching down to cover his pulsing cock. He then pulled Lelouch forward, and arranged himself so that the head of his erection nudged Lelouch’s entrance.

“Ready...?” He gave a breathless puff, and thrust when Lelouch gave a nod. Their moans echoed each other; Suzaku shuddering at the feel of tight heat surrounding him. He pulled back and thrust back in, setting a slow and gentle pace, smiling shakily every time Lelouch mewled and cried out. A sense of wonderment and sweet joy settled over the two, Suzaku secretly stunned that their bodies could fit together in such an amazing way.

Only when orgasm crept up upon them did they go faster, the burning heat in their bellies making them slap against each other as Suzaku thrust hard. Finally Lelouch threw his head back and yowled, his sheath clenching down on Suzaku’s cock, seemingly rippling around him. Two jerky thrusts later found Suzaku coming hard and long, stealing the breath from his lungs until he collapsed on top of his lover.

Minutes drifted by as they gasped for breath, until Suzaku unpeeled himself from Lelouch, who frowned at the horribly sticky feeling of unprotected sex. He gave a slight wince when Suzaku withdrew from his body, but smiled when he grasped Lelouch’s hat and wiped away the come and sweat.

“Suzaku! Not the hat!” Lelouch muttered, to which Suzaku shrugged. Throwing said garment over his broad shoulder, Suzaku settled down next to him, pulling Lelouch into his arms. They lay together, legs intertwined and breath mingling, watching the clouds drift across the sun. Suzaku stroked Lelouch’s back, humming in contentment.

A sudden whinny from nearby alerted the two boys to the fact that Jasper and Feitse had been watching them, causing Suzaku to blush slightly while Lelouch announced, “I always knew royal horses were perverts.”

Giving a soft laugh, Suzaku shook his head, and leaning over kissed Lelouch, reveling in the fact that while he may have hated this boy once upon a time ago, he now loved him, with all of his heart.

And, really, that was all that mattered to him.

Sam/Dean: Bad Music.

2008-10-07T06:45:27Z

Title: Bad Music.
Author: </a></a>xkirasakurax
Summary: In which Sam tells Dean to turn his music off.
Rating: M/NC-17
Length: 1305 words - oneshot.
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (Supernatural)
Warning(s): Sex, OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Author's Note: This is for Olivia who is having a birthday today. We were watching Supernatural last night and she asked me for a top!Sam to bottom!Dean co-fic, which I will do one day... soon... with her. Yes. Um. Anyways, like I said, birthday present, rather crappy.

“Dude,” Sam stared at Dean, looking a little desperate, “Please. Your music – it’s killing me.”

The sound of AC/DC’s ‘Highway to Hell’ just continued to blare from the cassette player, and Dean just continued to bob his head. Sam briefly toyed with the idea of running one of his knives through the cassette player – or Dean, whichever was closest – before discarding the idea. Dean wouldn’t appreciate either action, and Sam did love Dean. He just didn’t love his music, which Sam was convinced would eventually give him a brain tumor of some sort. Oh no, he wouldn’t die from being stabbed/eaten/clawed at by some rabid supernatural creature, no, he would die from classic rock and good Lord, what was playing now?

One heart angel, one cool devil, your mind on the fantasy, livin' on the ecstasy...

Sam twitched, and suddenly decided that he would be killing the cassette player, and he would very much enjoy doing it. He envisioned himself, standing in front of a bon-fire, dressed in nothing but a loincloth and with feathers in his hair. Dean was bound and gagged, tears streaming down his face as he whimpered, watching his younger brother throw his tapes one-by-one onto the fire, all the while running around in circles and making those weird yodeling Native American noises.

Sam smirked his I’m Evil smirk, and turned to stare at Dean.

Dean turned to look right back at Sam, and let out a high-pitched girly squeak. “Jesus dude! Don’t do that!” He all but squealed. “I hate it when you do that. It’s like you’re gonna molest me...”

Sam laughed at that, and shooting Dean a lecherous grin said, “Oh? Would you like me to molest you, Dean? Would you like me to put my hands on your cock, while you’re still driving? Would you like me to suck you off on the side of the road, before fucking you senseless? Hmm?”

Dean gulped and turned back to stare at the road. “Not now, Sammie, not now,” He muttered, having a little trouble vanishing the mental image of Sam doing just that.

Sam, in turn, continued grinning. Suddenly he had a genius plan to rid himself of the Godawful music.

Shifting in his seat, Sam yawned, and turned to stare out the window. They were all alone on the stretch of road, and it was late afternoon. Shadows were slithering across the road and the trees that dotted the side of the road sent streams of dappled light down. It was peaceful, except for the music.

He waited for a few more minutes, waiting until Dean was distracted, and then reached out and lay his large hand on Dean’s thigh. Dean coughed, but didn’t move it, instead concentrating on the road. Sam grinned again, and gently trailed his hand up Dean’s thigh, until it rested near his crotch. Dean continued to ignore it, even when Sam’s hand, which was warmstrongfirmgood, starting to massage his groin. Biting his lip, Dean merely slowly down a little, refusing to give into his brother’s whims. He did that too much already – Sam needed to learn that Dean would not stop just because wanted sex---

Oh God that’s goooood...

Sam had unbuttoned his pants now, and had somehow managed to slip his hand into Dean’s underwear. Half-hard and panting, Dean continued to slow down the Impala, trying to ignore the way Sam was now looking directly at him with that look, and how calloused fingers were gently rubbing his balls. Then, of course, Sam did that thing, pressing his finger against the soft stretch of skin between Dean’s balls and hole, and rubbing the head of his cock, somehow, and Dean was lost.

He swerved to the side of the road, and pulled the car to a stop. Sam retracted his hand, and Dean shot his brother a half-crazed look that promised pain and death if he did not stick his hand back where it had been. Sam just smirked lazily, and said, “So, Dean. About your music...”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Oh no. No, Sammie, we’ve spoken about this—mmph!”

Sam’s chapped lips, that tasted salty and rough, cut off Dean’s line of speech, and Dean felt himself melting slowly. His cock throbbed in his pants, and his lips were being thoroughly ravished, and his hole was started to do that funny crampy thing it did – it would quite literally flutter, Sam would insist.

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed when Sam drew back to lap at his lips, and indulgently Dean opened his mouth. Sam smiled at that, and announced, “I have you so whipped,” and plunged his tongue into Dean’s mouth before Dean could reply with some scalding, witty remark. Sam sniggered at the thought, making Dean poke him hard in the side and hiss, “Stop with you perverted BDSM thoughts and kiss me already."

So Sam did just that. Tongues caressed each other, and eventually Dean’s went limp, allowing Sam to run his own along Dean’s gums and teeth. Eventually he drew back, and he simply muttered, “Back seat, now,” before Dean was pushing the car’s door open and stripping. Sam did the same, and soon the two were sitting in the back seat, naked, although Dean had one lone sock on his left foot, and thrusting against each other. Dean was making those groaning noises that sent Sam mad with want, and had his hand between the two. It was slick with spit and pre-come, and he was wanking the two of them off, almost keening at the feel of it.

He did cry out, though, when Sam’s finger gently probed his hole, and he gurgled, “Oh, oh, sweet Jesus Sammie, fuck.”

“That would be the idea,” Sam smirked, retracting his hand. He held it up to Dean’s mouth, and the man immediately sucked it in. Sam moaned at the feeling of Dean’s tongue lathering his finger, and he pushed in two others, marveling at the sight of his brother. Hot and flushed and aroused – just how Sam liked him.

He dubbed his fingers coated enough, and he bought them back down to Dean’s hole, smirking when he felt how hot it was. Swollen, He thought, and gently pushed a finger inside. Dean gasped and clenched, pushing back on Sam’s finger, trying to get it in deeper. Sam pumped it in and out, and added another finger, continuing to do so until he decided Dean was prepared enough. He then helped Dean maneuver himself over his cock, and just before Dean was about to impale himself, Sam smirked and said, “Your music?”

Dean shot Sam a stunned look, and cried out, “Sammie!”

“You don’t get to have my cock up your ass if you don’t let me go one day without music,” Sam told him, and ran the pad of his thumb over Dean’s hole. Dean shuddered, and whined. “Sammie, Sammie, not now, not when I need to... ah!”

Sam teased Dean’s opening with his sticky head, grinning. Dean glared at his brother, and sighing he hissed, “Yes, yes fine! Just fuck me already.”

Sam nodded and said, “Good boy,” Before placing his hands on Dean’s hips and slamming him down. Dean screamed, and within minutes was bouncing up and down on Sam’s cock, and moaning loudly and panting. He clenched around Sam, which caused said Sam to gasp, and suddenly he felt himself coming.

Dean gave a garbled cry when he felt the hot cum flood his swollen and sore hole, and felt himself coming, too. He fell against his brother, panting, while Sam wrapped his arms around his sweaty back. They shared a languid kiss, and Dean muttered, “Bitch,” when he drew back, leaning his head on Sam’s shoulder. Sam snorted, and replied, “Jerk,” tiredly. He shifted, and listened to the sweet silence, and sighed happily.

Naruto/Sasuke: Her Boys.

2008-06-20T12:53:53Z

Title: Her Boys.
Author: </a></a>xkirasakurax
Summary: The sun and the moon, perfect for each other.
Rating: K+/G
Length: 280 words - drabble.
Pairing(s): Naruto/Sasuke (Naruto)
Warning(s): OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.
Author's Note: This one is for my darling, Matrix. She's sick, so I wrote her a drabble. Note that I've never written Naruto, nor watched much of it. D:

He’s white as snow, pale and shining. His eyes are dark as coal, sharp and witty, filled with anger and resentment, and love and adoration, and a little sadness. His lips are full and red, his hair soft and dark. He’s sleek muscles and delicate bones, soft smiles and cocky grins. He’s beautiful, a semblance of the moon. He’s elegant, refined, and perfect. He’s better than everyone else, and yet not quite, with his sometimes bad decisions. He’s a little insane, and a little crazy, but he’s perfect and wonderful, so beautiful, worth the attention he gets.

He’s golden, the colour of ripe wheat, tall and broad. His eyes are blue, bluer than the sky, and filled with confidence and head-strong determination, and love and adoration, and a little sadness. His lips are red from being chewed on and chapped from the wind, his hair tufty and the colour of sun gold. He’s blinding grins and loud exclamations, joyful whoops and happy laughter. He’s plain, simple and gorgeous, filled with power and kindness. He’s a semblance of the sun, warm and gentle, harsh and cruel. He’s a little weird, a little odd, but he’s perfect and he’s wonderful, so handsome, worthy of the attention he gets.

She watches as swap kisses and whispers, murmurs and giggles. She feels excluded, no longer part of the team, but then again, someone needs to make sure they’re listening. So she gets up and stalks over to them, pink hair long and wavy, green eyes alight with sadistic fury.

They squeak as she growls and snaps, before blushing a little when she suddenly laughs.

They’re the sun and the moon, and they’re her boys.

Riku/Sora: je t'adore, mon papa.

2008-05-18T09:03:00Z

Title: je t'adore, mon papa. [on hiatus due to personal problems.]
Author:
Summary: Life is never easy, not when you're a teenager father in a whole new town, and you're steadily falling in the wrong type of love with your son.
Rating: M/NC-17
Length: 1891 words - first chapter of multi chapter fic..
Pairing(s): Riku/Sora, Leon/Cloud, Axel/Roxas, Sephiroth/Zack, other. (Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy)
Warning(s): Incest, mentions of verbal and physical abuse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. It belongs to Disney and Square Enix.
Author's Note: N/A

NOTE: French is choppy and translated funny, but I can’t speak it and am going on namikun and my translator.

1991

6th March - 24th December

Riku had just turned fifteen years old when he got Kairi Nakamura, a girl he vaguely knew from school, pregnant. It was an accident, in all reality, but Kairi had pretended for about four months of knowing that Riku loved her and that the little child in her belly would be happy. She refused to acknowledge the fact that her constant drinking might be harming the unborn baby, because her constant drinking was what had gotten her into the problem in the first place. But in her defense, Riku had looked old enough to drink the heavy alcoholic beverage and God knows his raging erection had shown her how interested in her he was. So why pass up the chance for a good night of sex?

Except they hadn't used protection and she had always refused to take the pill. Thus the tiny bundle of baby currently growing in her womb. Riku quit school and got a job at the local grocers, putting up with the old people's 'tsk tsk's, did you hear about the boy?' and his old friends, 'Way to go Ri. Just knock up some random hooker'. He was frustrated with his unborn child, so damned angry at it, and his could only mull over the hundreds of different ways he could kill it and get his life back on track. He didn't have the actual guts to get rid of it - even though he couldn't really think of a way to do so without killing Kairi in the process. Not that he'd mind.

The child was born two weeks prematurely. The rush to the hospital was filled with Kairi's wails and screams, and Riku was sure he had stumbled across a Hell on earth. The nurses were yelling and the doctor was panicky, and Riku wasn't sure if one measly babe was worth it all. So he sat in the waiting room calmly reading a magazine, waiting until a nurse came out smiling broadly and announcing, "It's a boy!"

Riku sighed and mentally thanked God that he wouldn't have to put up with another PMSing female before following the woman to the room they had put him in. Kairi was sleeping Riku was told, and he simply nodded, and watched as the nurse motioned to a small plastic bed, where a healthy child lay, wriggling slightly.

Riku's breath hitched as he took in the child's huge blue eyes and tuft of cinnamon hair, and decided that being a father couldn't be all that bad, especially when the nurse handed his new son to him. He was so small and perfect and warm in Riku's arms as he pressed a soft kiss to the baby's head.

"What will you name him?" The nurse asked. Riku looked up, and then looked back at his baby. He smiled broadly and stated, "Sora. Sora Hikari Tanaka"

1994

12th December - 2nd January

"Papa, papa! Look, papa!" A three year old Sora hastily waddled over to his teenage father, his bright blue eyes shining wide as he held his hands cupped together, stuffed toy tucked under his arm. Riku looked up from his laptop, and smiled at his baby boy. He laughed as Sora dropped Donald, his stuffed duck, causing Sora to pout. But he still hurried over to his papa and held up his hands. His little frame was illuminated by the late afternoon light that was streaming in through the window, making him glow.

"Look what I have, papa!" Sora announced, flinging his hands back and then throwing them forward, opening them. A bright yellow butterfly flew forward, causing Riku to smile as he pulled Sora up onto his lap. He pressed a kiss to Sora's temple, and running a hand through his spiky brunette locks he whispered, "Magique, Sora, magique. Do you know what magique means?"

"Magic, papa!" Sora squealed as Riku tickled his little ribs lightly.

"Right. We should stop watching the French channel, shouldn't we?"

Sora pouted and exclaimed, "No, papa! J'adore mon papa!"

"I know you love me, Sora-bear" Riku smiled, cuddling the small boy against his chest.

"I am SO SICK of this, Riku, you have no FUCKING idea!" Kairi screamed, kicking another toy to the other side of the room. Riku growled as he went and picked it up, only to have Kairi screech, "Are you even listening to me, huh?!"

Riku held the toy in his hand, and turned to glare at his wife. "Yes, Kairi, I am damned well listening. Just stop freakin' yelling. Sora's asleep, for God's sake," He spat out. Kairi snorted and snapped, "Oh, that's right, isn't it? Gotta accommodate to the little screw up's damned needs. What are my needs, Riku? I work for eight hours every single fucking day and then I come home to what? My fucking lazy husband, that's what!"

"Kairi" Riku hissed. "Stop yelling. You'll wake Sora up!"

Kairi gave Riku a incredulous look before yelling, "Excuse me? Riku, damnit! It's always about that fucking little twerp with you! What. The. Fuck. About. Me?!"

Riku felt himself snap as he gripped the toy tighter, his aquamarine eyes blazing as he growled, "Yes, Kairi, what the fuck about you? You don't work. You think I don't know about the jerks you sleep with? You think I don't know where your money is coming from? In case you haven't noticed, I don't use it! I have my own damned job. I have to take Sora to work with me every day, Kairi. And I don't think you're quite privileged enough to use my hard earned money."

The pretty redhead stood there, her mouth slightly gaping, because she snapped, "Fuck you Riku," and spun on her heel. She stormed out of the living room and towards the door, Riku following her, his footsteps heavy and angry, when a gentle, scared voice squeaked out, "Mama?"

Sora stood in the doorway that led to his room, wearing one of Riku's shirts and clutching Donald to his chest. His big blue eyes were wet and shining as he stared up at his mother. Kairi's eyes narrowed, before she spat out, "Go back to bed, twerp"

Sora nodded hastily and hurried back into his room. Riku scowled, and said, "Don't call him that!"

Kairi snorted, and grabbing her coat stormed out of the apartment.

Riku sighed, and hurried into Sora's room. He felt around and flicked on Sora's jellyfish lamp, illuminating the shaking figure that lay curled up on the small bed. Riku gasped, and within a few quick steps he had pulled the gently sobbing Sora into his embrace. He cradled his precious son to his chest, whispering, "It'll be OK, Sora-bear, it'll be OK. Je t'aime, Sora-bear, je t'aime. I love you."

He felt Sora sniffle against his chest as he replied softly, "J'aime mon papa"

"What the hell do you mean you're leaving?!" Kairi demanded as she stood in her kitchen, Riku standing before her. His long silver hair had been tied back and he was wearing a loose white sweater and a pair of jeans. A large duffel bag sat on his shoulder, his laptop bag slung over the other.

"I'm sorry Kairi, but I'm not going to stay here anymore. Sora needs to live a life where he doesn't fear the people he's living with. He can't have that here," Riku explained as he shifted. He then sighed and said, "Don't worry. I've packed what we need. Your money and home stays. Just we don't"

"You can't leave!" Kairi cried, her face suddenly pale. "What... what about the bills? About food?"

"You can look after yourself Kairi. Look, our bus is leaving in fifteen minutes," Riku sighed. Kairi gaped slightly, before hissing, "Fine. FINE. Go, get the fuck away from me!"

Riku nodded, and turning around went to the living room where Sora stood waiting quietly, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He was clutching Donald to his chest, and he was fidgeting slightly. Upon hearing his father's footsteps he looked up, cracking a small smile for him. Riku smiled back, and took the smaller hand that had been offered to him.

"Come on, Sora-bear," Riku murmured, leading his baby boy to the door.

Sora glanced over his shoulder, and he whispered, "Isn't mama gonna come too?"

Riku sighed, and said softly, "Mama...she's...no, Sora-bear". He then added a gentle, "Je t'aime, Sora-bear. Come on."

The bus took them to the next town, where they boarded another one, before repeating the procedure in the city they ended up in. Eventually, they ended up in a small town, population 1, 521 according to the sign. It was late afternoon when they stepped off the bus, Sora yawning slightly. The few hours of sleep they had snatched on the bus wasn't really enough.

Sighing, Riku looked around him. They were in the main street, obviously, and most of the stores were shut. He didn't know where the closest motel was, but he decided he would think about that after he got Sora something to eat. They headed across the road and over to a small, homey cafe, where the sounds of clacking plates and sizzling food greeted them. It was quite full, the people eyeing the two new-comers as they entered. A scruffy young man carrying luggage and a little boy clutching a dirty stuffed duck.

The waitress, a pretty girl with long brown hair tied back and soft green eyes dressed in pink greeted them, and led them over to a booth. She handed Riku a menu, and said, "I'll be back in a few, OK?"

Riku nodded, and opened the menu, scanning the prices first. He only had a few hundred dollars with him, so he was trying to save as much as he could.

"Papa?" Sora spoke up, sitting Donald on the table. Riku looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah, Sora-bear?" He asked, ruffling Sora's brown hair, silently noting that it needed to be washed soon. Sora looked up at his father, and shifted in his seat. "Papa, where are we sleeping tonight?"

"I'll find us a motel room, OK, Sora-bear? Then we'll give you—and Donald—a bath" Riku said. Sora smiled brightly, and said, "Will you have a bath too, papa?"

Riku laughed softly under his breath, and nodded. "Of course, Sora-bear."

"With me?" Sora asked, leaning over to try and read the menu too. Riku wrapped a arm around him and let Sora look at the pictures, whilst saying, "I'll have to, Sora-bear. You can't bathe yourself."

Sora pouted, and muttered indignantly, "I can so!"

Riku snorted, and said, "Of course, Sora-bear. You want the spaghetti or...how about a cheeseburger?"

"Spaghetti!" Sora announced, sitting back.

Riku nodded, and said, "And...do you want...lemonade or juice?"

"Juice, papa!" Sora grinned, pausing before adding, "Please."

"That's my good boy" Riku smiled. The waitress appeared a few moments later, and Riku gave her their order. She nodded and scribbled it down, before turning back to the kitchens. Just before she headed off Riku grabbed her elbow, and ask quickly, "Hey, uh, do you know the name of the cheapest motel?"

The girl paused and chewed her bottom lip, before stating, "Actually, the only local motel is gone. The owners were in debt and the bank reclaimed the building. Sorry."

Sora/Riku: Burning Water.

2008-05-09T00:26:37Z

Title: Burning Water.
Author: xkirasakurax
Summary: And then the frozen flames and burning water would go away, and Sora would hold the sobbing Riku in his arms, running tan fingers through moonlit hair and whisper, You don't need the frozen flames or burning water, Riku. You need me. And that's all. But when you decide you don't need me, then I'll kill you.
Rating: M/NC-17
Length: 2013 words - oneshot.
Pairing(s): Riku/Sora. (Kingdom Hearts)
Warning(s): Violence, sex, dark.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. It belongs to Disney and Square Enix.
Author's Note: N/A

I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring…

While the ice gives way under my feet…

And so I drown with the sun…

It was kinda cold, but then again it was kinda hot. He never really understood these feelings, this odd mix of warm and cool, but he had never really tried. He just learned to accept it all, and allow the feelings to wash over him, sometimes making him sweat horribly from the intensity of the water that tended to swirl about him, so hot, when really it should of have been cold, and sometimes shivered when frozen flames licked about his pale body. He didn’t like it when the two feelings decided to clash at first, because it sorta hurt, a strange sort of frozen burn, but then he would simply close his pretty-pretty green-green-blue-blue eyes and let the feelings mend and blend and mix, and then they would fade, before coming back full force, and then it wouldn’t hurt, but it would actually feel pretty good - if one managed to ignore the blistering skin and numb fingers.

The strange people in white sometimes came and looked at him funny, murmuring in some sort of fuzzy language that sometimes, if he really listened, made sense, and he would simply smile at them and say in his innocent eleven year old voice, because that was when, as his brothers put it, he had ‘lost it’, “Can you bring Sora today?”

And they, in turn, would sigh and say, “Sora isn’t here, Riku. He never existed. Come on now. You remember that, don’t you?”

And then the horrible feeling that hurt - hurt and hurt and hurt and made him scream and thrash and want Sora because Sora made the hurt go away - would come and then the strange people in white would come rushing into the room with needles filled with funny coloured liquid and poke them into him and then Sora would peek over their shoulders, his pretty-pretty blue-blue eyes dancing, and say, Ignore them, Riku. I’m here, see? and then everything would go black - but the hurting would of have stopped.

When Riku was thrown into this odd sort of place, where he just floated, he thought. Sometimes he thought, I wonder what me and Sora are going to do today?

And then, sometimes, when he felt sort of cranky, he would think, Stupid Sora! He made me jump in front of that car! If I hadn’t done that then I wouldn’t even be in this stupid place!

But most of the time he just thought about the feeling of hot cold and cold hot, and wondered when it was going to go away. He did like the funny feeling, but he also didn’t like it. When the frozen flames and burning water came Sora would become fuzzy around the edges, and Riku couldn’t touch him. Sora would then sort of change, and he would open his mouth and suddenly it would be full of sharp teeth and his eyes would go red and he would start to yell, You stupid, stupid boy! How dare you! How fucking dare you?! You think you can escape me?! DO YOU?! and sometimes he would hit Riku and it would sting really, really bad and sometimes he would make the clear cool stuff that Riku breathed go away and sometimes he would just sit and stare, and then smirk and say, Run little rabbit, run as fast you can, but you can’t escape me, the butcher-shop-man! I’ll skin you and chop you up into pieces, making you dinner before your flowing blood ceases! I’ll roast you and boil you, before adding some carrots when I decide to broil you! So run little rabbit, run as fast as you can, but you’ll never escape me, the butcher-shop-man!

And then the frozen flames and burning water would go away, and Sora would hold the sobbing Riku in his arms, running tan fingers through moonlit hair, and whisper, You don’t need the frozen flames or burning water, Riku. You need me. And that’s all. But when you decide that you don’t need me, then I’ll kill you.

I've been burning in water and drowning in flame…

To prove you wrong and scare you away…

I have never minded the one back home…

Your heart under the rose…

It had been a really stupid idea, Riku realised as Sora pinned him to the harsh white wall, mouth twisted into a freakish scowl and eyes narrowed into blue-blood-red slits. The smaller brunette boy - boy? Or was it thing? - growled, and hissed, You’re a bad boy, Riku. You let the feeling stay… I have to punish you… foolish little boy…

Riku whimpered as Sora’s hands started to dance across his torso, burning a trail that was so like and yet so unlike the frozen flames and burning water, because this time it actually fucking hurt, just like that one time when he had been eight and Kadaj had gotten drunk and almost killed him, and then he felt the doctors screaming and there was an odd trail of pretty-pretty red trailing down his chest in several spots and oh, look, he was holding a sharp piece of glass from the window that he could barely reach and it was all bloody and Sora was glaring at the doctors, snapping, Uh, hello? He needed to be punished! No, don’t save him!

And the Riku decided he was so goddamn sick of all this - of the frozen flames and burning water and Sora - and he whispered to the nearest person, “Save. Me” only it came out as a gurgled whimper and he glanced at Sora, who looked positively murderous, and thought to himself as the needles were injected, Well. Fuck. and then he realised that maybe he was growing up.

Later, when he woke, he blinked, and suddenly the sweet-sweet intoxicating feeling of frozen flame and burning water washed over him and sighing, Riku simply revelled in it. He started, though, when a pair of hands wrapped around his throat and blood-blue eyes were glaring down at him, and Sora was hissing, You little bastard! You think you can defy me?! I am your Master! I rule your heart! I rule you, Riku! I--

But Riku just pressed his lips up against Sora’s and suddenly his clothes were being ripped off and his manhood was being stroked softly, carefully, and moaning Riku gasped, “Sora…” and Sora grinned and sighed happily when the feelings that Riku loved so much disappeared, leaving the boy to writhe and groan and choke on words as Sora lowered his mouth over the pulsing collum of flesh. It was hot and warm and gorgeously wonderful… yet it was neither wet nor slippery like Riku imagined a mouth would feel like…

“Oh my God!”

Suddenly Sora shimmered and vanished, making Riku blink and look down. His fist was secured tightly around his erection, and he cocked his head in confusion.

“You disgusting little freak!”

Riku looked up at the pretty red haired girl who stood there with the needles and a shocked and disgusted expression on her face, and suddenly he felt a horrible sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, the next morning he was being strapped to a bed, and being injected with more and more and more needles and he wondered briefly as the flames and water and black and tranquility washed over him, What day is it? I know something happened today… the 12th…

He caught glimpses of laughing children and happiness, and then they were gone, and as he let sleep take over him he heard the doctors murmur, “He’s loosing his sense of self. It was his birthday today, and he didn’t even know. He’s forgetting everything - everything but Sora”

I open my eyes with a sigh of relief…

As the warmth of summer sunlight dances around me…

That's you with the leaves in your hands…

A long time passed, and Riku was still stuck in that bed, unable to move, unable to see Sora. There was a strange tube stuck in his bicep that constantly made the burning water and frozen flames come, and Riku had had more than enough of the feeling. Now he wished he could feel Sora’s sharp talon’s, his calloused hands, feel the brunette deep inside of him. He didn’t care if Sora was hitting or hurting or making his scream in agony, but he just wanted to feel something other than this! He wanted the damned fire and water and soft to go away and leave him with Sora.

He wanted Sora.

“He doesn’t talk anymore, sir. Maybe we should lower his drug intake? I mean, he’s almost always asleep…”

“No, no. He hasn’t mentioned Sora at all, Naminé. It’s good”

“But sir--“

“Enough. Go and fetch his required medicine”

The voices of the doctors sometimes came, and sometimes they poked and prodded and said, “Do you know who you are?” or “Can you answer me, Riku?”.

He always ignored them though. He would stare ahead stubbornly, his pretty-pretty eyes dull and angry. Sometimes, though, a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes would come and sit by him and ask, “Will you talk to me?”

And he would simply say, “No”

One day, though, she decided to change her tactics, and when she took her seat she asked, “What is that you want, Riku?”

Riku blinked, and looked over to her. She smiled at him softly, and he whispered, sounding lost and desperate, “I want Sora”

“Ah. But wasn’t Sora hurting you?” She questioned, pulling out a sketchpad. She flipped through to a clean page, and started to draw, while Riku answered, “Sora was angry at me because I liked the frozen flames and burning water. But the feeling made Sora go away and hard to touch, so he got angry whenever I let it stay. But I need Sora like Sora needs me. I love him”

The blonde nodded, and said, “What does Sora look like?”

Riku smiled a dazed little smile, replied, “He’s kinda small, but he’s really strong. He’s skinny and delicate and has the prettiest skin - it’s a sort of gold, but bronzier… and he has the coolest hair. It pokes out everywhere, and it’s a pretty mix of chestnut and red and dark blonde. He’s so pretty. And he has these eyes that are dark blue - like the sky. But when he gets angry his eyes go red and he gets claws and then he might start to yell. But he has a soft voice, such a pretty voice… and I miss him…”

The blonde simply nodded, and continued to draw.

A few hours later she held up her picture, showing Sora holding Riku, a black wing protruding from the brunette’s left shoulder curling around the silverette, keeping away the flames and water, while a white wing showed him protecting Riku from the doctors.

Riku smiled, and watched as Naminé unplugged the drip and led him out of the building where Sora awaited. He smiled warmly, and took Riku’s hand.

Come on. We’re leaving, He said, and the two boy’s disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Riku was found dead three days later, curled up and bloodied; yet looking happy and utterly satisfied.

I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring…

While the ice gives way under my feet…

And so I drown with the sun…

I've been burning in water and drowning in flame…

To prove you wrong and scare you away…

I have never minded the one back home…

Your heart under the rose…

I open my eyes with a sigh of relief…

As the warmth of summer sunlight dances around me…

That's you with the leaves in your hands…

I've been burning in water and drowning in flame…

To prove you wrong and scare you away…

I have never minded the one back home…

Your heart under the rose…

Gokudera/Tsuna: Pioggia.

2008-05-06T12:30:18Z

Title: Pioggia.
Author: xkirasakurax
Summary: And he's drunk on the Smell of Gokudera, which gives him the courage to confess.
Rating: K+/G
Length: 612 words - drabble
Pairing(s): Gokudera/Tsuna (Katekyo Hitman Reborn.)
Warning(s): N/A.
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Author's Note: N/A

Freddo - Cold

Ti Amo - I love you (I think)

It’s raining and Tsuna knows two things. Thing number one is that he’s cold, and thing number two is that he’s wet. He’s been mentally kicking himself for the last fifteen minutes as he stands, huddled up against Gokudera’s warm, damp body under a tree in the park, for not being smart enough to bring an umbrella, even though the weatherman forecast a heavy afternoon shower.

He silently mourns his assignments, for his bag is soaked through and he’s sure that the ink has run. He’s spent three whole weeks on those, and he isn’t Gokudera so he won’t be able to do them all again before tomorrow. He knows that if he asks Gokudera to do them for him he will, but Reborn would find out and promptly do something outrageous and painful to him. And Tsuna has been trying to avoid the outrageous and painful ever since the sprained ankle incident a few weeks ago. He never wants to have to hobble down stairs again, mainly because said hobbling ended up leading to a sprained wrist.

Tsuna looks up as Gokudera presses him against the trunk of the tree a little harder and tightens his hold around his thing shoulders. Tsuna wonders why he does this before a sudden blast of wind sends droplets of cold pelting down on them, causing him to squeak a little and Gokudera to hiss, “Freddo!”

Yes, Tsuna thinks as he tries to slip under Gokudera’s skin in an attempt to stay warm, cold.

They stay this way, Tsuna pinned to the tree and Gokudera glaring at the bark just above his head, as the rain continues to rain and the wind continues to freeze them. But Tsuna only cares about his assignments getting ruined, and if they weren’t there he would be enjoying this, because Gokudera smells like Gokudera, of smoke and musk and that cologne he wears, and Tsuna will always instantly think the Smell of Gokudera means safe; home; love; adoration.

And soon Gokudera is humming a little under his breath from sheer boredom, some Italian tune that makes Tsuna smile, because Gokudera isn’t as tough and scary as everyone makes out. He’s just Gokudera, Tsuna’s right-hand man, the boy who worships him, and also happens to be his best friend, and maybe something more. But Tsuna doesn’t really ponder that, because he knows Reborn would find out and he knows that Reborn would then do some silly and stupid, and the silly and stupid is more often than not outrageous and painful, and he doesn’t want Gokudera to know because Tsuna thinks that maybe Gokudera would hate him. But he’s drunk on Smell of Gokudera, and decides to act tonight. Maybe.

What he doesn’t know is that Gokudera is smart, and has known Tsuna like-likes him for a long time, but he’s just waiting for his boss to say it.

So he doesn’t really mind when, a few hours later as they stand outside Tsuna’s house, Tsuna shyly and quickly and without thinking kisses his cheek, as is how Tsuna does things. Tsuna then blushes and goes pale, stuttering quickly that Haha, joke! And he doesn’t notice when Gokudera kisses his cheek back until there’s a flick of tongue.

Gokudera then nods and walks off, waving over his shoulder, shouting, “Ti amo, Tenth” and then Tsuna is dashing inside, digging through his pile of books and pushing aside Lambo to find his Italian-Japanese dictionary.

The next morning, when the sun is shining and there isn’t any rain, he smiles shyly when he sees Gokudera walking up to him, and blushing he takes Gokudera’s hand and he mutters, “T—ti amo, Gokudera-kun”

Gokudera/Tsuna: Vittoria.

2008-05-06T12:19:39Z

Title: Vittoria.
Author: </a></a>xkirasakurax
Summary: They've placed bets.
Length: 125 words - drabble
Pairing(s): Gokudera/Tsuna (Katekyo Hitman Reborn.)
Warning(s): N/A.
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Author's Note: N/A

They’ve placed bets.

Yamamoto smiles when Bianchi says they’ll get together in a month, laughs when Reborn says they’ll get together in a week, nods when Lambo blabbers on about the cake, shrugs when Haru snaps they’ll never get together and rolls his eyes when Hibari just ignores them. He’s placed his own bet, one that no one believes when he says, Better pay up. They’re together now. Hahaha.

Of course they all snort and return to whatever they’re doing, leaving Yamamoto to smile his smile and watch through the window as Gokudera shows Tsuna how to speak Italian in the back garden. He grins when Tsuna shyly kisses Gokudera, shaking his head and wondering which baseball bat he’s going to get with his winnings.

Tsuna/Gokudera: Occhio

2008-05-06T10:26:13Z

Title: Occhio.
Author: </a></a>xkirasakurax
Summary: Tsuna likes Gokudera's eyes.
Rating: K+/G
Length: 425 words - drabble
Pairing(s): Gokudera/Tsuna (Katekyo Hitman Reborn.)
Warning(s): N/A.
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Author's Note: N/A

Gokudera’s eyes are a funny colour, Tsuna thinks. They aren’t quite grey, and they aren’t quite green. They’re the colour of eucalyptus leaves and smoke; the colour of rolling green hills and little grey pebbles. They’re thin yet large, and oh-so-expressive. When they widen in anger and narrow in annoyance, when they squeeze shut in pain and pleasure, and when they get that little sparkle that lets Tsuna and Yamamoto know that their best friend is happy.

Tsuna likes the way they suit Gokudera just fine, unlike Hibari’s eyes, which Tsuna secretly thinks are just a bit too thin, not that he would tell Hibari this. He still fears him, because Hibari is Hibari and Hibari has a temper. Tsuna likes the way they make Gokudera’s face seem rough and chiselled and young and girlish and perfect. He likes the way they crinkle in the corners when Gokudera meets them in the morning, yawning sleepily and blinking blearily – usually on Monday’s. He likes the way they sparkle behind Gokudera’s glasses when they’re at school, his right-hand-man-to-be leaning over (although at first it had been get up and walk over) to help him secretly, much to their teacher’s annoyance and Nana’s joy.

He likes the way they get that little flame in them, Gokudera’s own Dying Will, one that doesn’t scream but silently says, ‘I will beat you or die trying’. He likes the way they seem to flicker as Gokudera calculates his opponent, before throwing his bombs and playing little word games in hopes of confusing the person he’s fighting against. The one he’s usually fighting against is Lambo, though, so the word games aren’t quite needed because Lambo is somewhat of an idiot.

Tsuna likes the way Gokudera’s eyes light with silent pride when he beats his enemy, especially in front of his sister or him. Tsuna knows that no matter what, Gokudera likes (he wouldn’t go so far as to say love) his sister, and he craves her approval. Tsuna of course doesn’t understand this, but he doubts he will ever properly understand Gokudera, because under that rash personality of, ‘Seek-and-Blow-Up’ there’s a complex, confused and sad child that everyone can see in those green-grey eyes.

But Tsuna likes the way that the child becomes happy when he hugs Gokudera, when he steals kisses in the corridor, when they lay in the darkness of his room, and when Tsuna sees that sad child become happy he feels as though he’ll be a good Tenth, a good boss, because he’s making his right-hand-man happy.