A New Take on an Old Meme

[windandwater]

I'm feeling creative, but don't know where to focus it. As a result, anyone reading this wins. XD! Maybe this will help me kick start my muses and cut down my WIP backlog.

Say hello to the WIP drabble meme. If there's a fic you know I'm working on -- a WIP -- but you haven't seen anything of lately, comment and request a drabble from that fic. Anything I haven't yet finished yet is up for grabs. Or, if there's a oneshot you wanna see more of, request a drabble for it, too.

This is a onetime offer! And yes, people can request drabbles from THE SAME FIC. I'll write drabbles... eh, until I'm not bored anymore. And to prove I can do it, here's a free drabble, just to get the juices flowing.




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They were all nameless men.

There was no rhyme nor reason, no set time periods behind their abductions. Just men that would go missing for a night, and return to consciousness feeling cold, exhausted, and strangely sated but with no memory of the previous night's events. They usually had brown hair and blue eyes, but these men knew not of each other, and would go away chalking up the events to a very good night out.

They weren't far wrong.

Duo lay wrapped up in the tangled blankets in their bed, fingers tugging and pulling, smoothing out the crinkles in the sheets. His head was turned towards the side, focusing on a spot on the far wall. He tried his best to ignore the coldness and feeling of presence on the other side of the bed. Slowly, one hand drifted up to a particularly deep mark against his throat, and Duo winced a little bit, pressing his fingers against the bruise harder. The pain felt good.

Stop that, or it won't heal.

"Maybe I don't want it to," Duo replied, his voice still hoarse and scratchy, still raw from his vocalizations the night before. But he removed his fingers, instead tracing another set of finger-shaped marks against his other wrist.

I didn't mean to be so rough. You know I wouldn't ever hurt you on purpose.

"I know that, Heero." Then Duo chuckled a little mirthlessly. "I kinda like it. I mean, not everyone can say that they have a really good sex life after being married so long. Always different and unexpected, passionate and never knowing when you'll be jumped--"

Duo, stop it! You're bleeding.

Duo blinked, looking down at his wrist. He'd dug his fingers in against the bruises, and drops of blood welled up under the crescent marks in his flesh. With a slow, deliberate movement, Duo moved his hand again, laying it down helplessly against his side and on the sheets again. The silence between them lengthened, and the Duo felt the chill come closer, a chill he had learned to love and appreciate.

"You need to stop doing it, Heero."

It doesn't do them any harm.

"Don't... don't start to out-logic me. I can't... I won't fight against you, you know that."

I love you.

Duo closed his eyes, sighing under his breath. Heero's chill settled against his side, settled across his chest. Duo found himself relaxing into that now familiar touch.

I'm still your husband.

Duo couldn't find anything to say. Heero's chill wrapped all around him, Heero's voice in his ear. Heero's presence was here and real and not fevered imagination.

You won't turn me away, will you? Heero's voice sounded so unsure, so tentative. Heero's presence suddenly lessened and it took all of Duo's strength not to roll over and throw himself at that spectre that he could never really touch.

"Of course not, Heero. I'd never let you go."

Heero's presence solidified more, was strong and cold and there and Duo kept his eyes closed, listening to Heero murmuring gently into his hair.



EDIT...

Going to bed, but this is still open for drabble requests.


EDIT ICHA ICHA...

Still taking requests. But. You know. I've written more than zombiesex. ^^;; Though I'm rather flattered everyone wants to see so much more of it. #^^#

Comments

[samikitty.livejournal.com]

omg! you're not supposed to make me CRY right before bed! if i have puffy eyes tomorrow morning it will be all your fault! T_T

(and as much as the zombie-verse creeps me out... i love this little arc)

can i request something with the tentacle sex toy? ^^;;;;;;;;

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

The zombieverse is ROMANTIC not CREEPY. Or maybe romantically creepy. I mean, you didn't think it would allbe sunshine and roses, did you? :P

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"... I can't do it."

Duo blinked rapidly, his chest heaving, and practically snarled when Heero rolled off of him. "You were doing just fine! Now keep going!"

Heero just shook his head, laying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling. Duo noticed that Heero took care to cover up his flaccid length with a generous helping of blanket. Miffed and still aroused, Duo pushed up, straddling Heero and leaning down over his lover.

"Are you sure I can't get you in the mood again?" Duo nearly purred, trailing kisses against Heero's jaw and rocking his hips against the other man's. Heero responded to the kisses, but the rest of him didn't, and Duo couldn't help but feel mildly insulted. "Come on, Heero... what happened? If you tell me it's stress, I won't believe you. You're usually more pent-up and horny when we haven't done it in awhile."

Heero threw his arm over his eyes to avoid looking at the enticing sight of a disheveled Duo sitting above him. Those parts of Heero that were indeed stressed and pent-up were railing at the rest of him, a veritable war of desires. He mumbled a little.

Duo cocked his head curiously. "What was that? Heero, just tell me..."

Taking a deep breath, Heero removed his arm and looked Duo in the face. "I can't do it."

"But WHY?! We were almost there!"

"Because..." Heero looked away again, glared, then looked at Duo once more with embarassment written over his features. "... it's staring at me."

"It? What it-- HEERO, IT DOESN'T HAVE EYES."

"That's why it's creeping me out!"

[samikitty.livejournal.com]

hahaha!! LOVE IT!!!!!!!

[clarediva.livejournal.com]

god I loved those fics...
and the drabble's magnificent.

I will have missed the boat with this of course - I always do, damned GMT - but if you wanted to do any more drabbles in that fic I'd be THRILLED...

I'm fascinated by the logistics of their life together, how it can work with Heero as merely a presence, and its effect on Duo's 'real' life. OK, and the sex implications too, of course.
*hugs*

i'm not reading enough, I'm writing too much, I'm missing lots of fun. curses. *goes back to planning the end of their my week*
^_^

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Ah? More drabbles for 2 A.M.? Have you read Asuka's continuation the 4 A.M. series already? It deals mostly with the "afterwards" of everything that happened in "Two/One".

But I can drabble! Give me a bit of a prompt, or do you want more of that bit I put up?

[clarediva.livejournal.com]

yes, i read the 4am, actually i read every single drop of wordage that I could. *sighs happily* Loved it all.

I have no prompt at all. *sigh* *tired Fri mind* I'd like more of that bit, or even later on in the timeline, or whatever you fancy.

Or ... hey another thought ... I'm not using the 'computer' t shirt slogan (though you've pre-guessed most of my other ones *pout*), so if you wanted something in the less spooky world, I'd be happy with something inspired by that too.

now must go back to work, the rest of the staff are arriving for the day and wondering what accounting package I'm actually using that has such pretty pictures on it.
^_~

[askerian]

eeeee! ghosty drabbles!

Do you still have the notes on what was supposed to happen afterwards? because i still have the big file, and I even have a chapter started, but i got stuck. ~__~;;;

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Ah? I have some of the stuff e talked about, and I remember it. Why? Is there anything in particular you forgot or wanted or something?

[askerian]

Not precisely, no. I just remember we had a sorta timeline going. You wanna try completing the chapter for me? ^^; *sucks hardcore*

[sunhawk16.livejournal.com]

*shivers* I love this series. It's just so... bitter-sweet. ;_; You know we'd have you drabbling for it for the rest of the week! ^^;

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Are you requesting a zombiefic drabble, too? XD! Have to give me a prompt.

[sunhawk16.livejournal.com]

If I can get away with it, I am! ^____^
But prompts? *whimper* I suck at prompts... I'm not very inspirational.
Ok... I had this weird thought the other day about how people say animals can sense spirts... that spark anything?

[askerian]

I want some Duo-and-Hilde~ :D

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

... where? What fic?

[askerian]

Ghost fic, duh. :p

[windsorblue.livejournal.com]

Can the tentacle toy play with the boypile, thereby making a mountain o'porn?

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

It started, as most "good ideas at the time" did, with alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

It ended, not so surprisingly, with five naked bodies sprawled together across the bed. They were all at rest, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, struggling to catch their breath and get past the still lingering effects of orgasm and alcohol.

"So..." Trowa murmured, licking one of his fingers, "who brought the pina colada flavored lube?"

At one end of the bed, Heero felt a full body shiver (of fear) go through his body, and his head immediately cleared. Warily, he began trying to scan the room without alerting any of the others. Luckily or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it, Duo was still drowsing, his head laying on Heero's stomach. This kept Duo from saying anything, but also kept Heero from scanning the area properly.

"Mmmm... I was wondering that, too," Quatre said, stretching out in a lazy sprawl and nudging Wufei in the thigh. "I just have the regular cherry lube."

Wufei grunted at the prodding, but refused to roll over to give Quatre more room. "Don't look at me, Winner. I did not plan on having a sexual encounter this evening, least of all with the four of you."

"Well, if it wasn't me or Trowa who brought the lube, then who could it be? It was rather good."

Quatre started poking at Wufei with more intent, and Trowa just hummed to himself, and Heero suddenly felt like a deer in headlights. Or a half-repaired Leo in front of Wing's Buster Rifle. Wufei swatted at Quatre half-heartedly, Trowa hummed again, and Duo took that wonderful opportunity to yawn. Loudly. And stretch and op his joints.

Heero almost throttled him.

Suddenly, three pairs of sated eyes were looking at Heero and Duo's direction.

"What is it?" Duo asked. "Is there something on my face?"

"Why, yes, there is," Quatre grinned, catching Duo by the chin and kissing the long-haired man thoroughly. When they broke off, QUatre licked his lips. "Mmmm... pina colada. Duo, where did you buy that flavor of lube?"

Duo just blinked. "I didn't buy flavored lube. Me and Heero just have the regular stuff."

"Well, pina colada doesn't come from nowhere," Wufei returned, propping himself against Trowa's shoulder. "And we certainly weren't drinking any. Someone had to have brought it."

And then four pairs of eyes focused on Heero.

"You bought the lube, Heero?" Trowa asked, sounding amused. "I didn't think you were that kinky. The school uniform kink notwithstanding."

Heero just clenched his fists. "I certainly did not buy flavored lube."

"Then WHO brought it? Pina colada is very distinctive--"

"... oh. OH!" Duo exclaimed. "Oh fuck, I forgot about it!"

Heero just closed his eyes and tried to pretend he hadn't seen the smug little multi-appendaged leer at him from the foot of the bed. Tried to pretend his didn't feel it quietly humping and slithering its way back towards the sources of body heat and orifices. The most important word there was... tried.

"How could you forget about buying pina colada flavored lube, Duo?"

"Well, I didn't exactly--"

"Duo, you told me you put it away!"

"Pookie was lonely!"

"Don't give that thing names!"

"HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!"

"Wufei, you're scaring my baby!"

"... so you did order from that catalogue."

[samikitty.livejournal.com]

ah hahahaha!!! "who brought the pina colada lube" indeed!!!
poor, poor pookie~~ it only wanted to play with everyone~~~~ *pats it*

[windsorblue.livejournal.com]

Pookie! *diesomgdies!* I ♥ you like crazy. Thank you!

[aikonamika.livejournal.com]

Well, since Heero seems so very uncomfortable around the tentacle toy/pet...maybe Duo spends some alone time with it? When Heero's off on a mission or something, and he's feeling lonely. ^_^

I should be shot for writing this

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't know why he doesn't like you."

Duo puttered around the bedroom, tidying up miscellaneous things. Of course, this was all busywork, mean to keep himself busy and his mind off the fact that Heero wasn't home and would be gone until tomorrow night. He paused, sorting through some receipts and bills left on the dresser.

"I'm sure that's not it. He doesn't... well, okay, I know he gets kinda frosty, but that doesn't mean he doesn't LIKE you."

One handful went into the trashcan, while the other Duo left for Heero to sort through again. Heero had a weird thing about keeping certain receipts. He said it was for tax purposes, but Duo knew it was because Heero hated leaving a papertrail and would later burn all evidence.

"You just need to let him get used to you, I think. I mean, it took me YEARS to get through Heero's shell, but once I got in, Heero unloaded all the fetishes -- ah, dammit, I forgot to go the the dry cleaners again."

The dildos and vibrators and cock rings all went into the toy drawer, but Duo noted that they were running out of space. Maybe he could convince Heero to finally let him buy a toy chest. It would look great at the foot of their bed, and if the top was padded, they could kneel on it.

"I think you're being a little pushy. Don't sneak up on him, you know Heero hates that. If you just let him know you're coming, he'll be more okay with it. Oh! That's where the riding crop went!"

The riding crop Duo set to the side; it was leather and Duo made note to polish it and his long boots and Heero's pants later. Then he looked towards the bed and the thing sitting on top of the covers. It wiggled and burbled and Duo stroked his chin in thought.

"Well, yeah, he really likes it in the morning, you know, when he's not quite all awake. Just make sure not to spurt all over his face. He doesn't like that done to him, no matter how much he likes to do it to me."

Finally in agreement, Duo picked up the thing and the crop and his boots and Heero's pants.

"You can help me polish now, pookie. It'll be-- aaaahh... at least wait until I'm sitting down first, you naughty thing!"

[trowacko.livejournal.com]

nox diesque!!!!!!! a prompt... post-arguement make up smut :D

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"This is getting ridiculous," Bastian growled irritably, pacing the length of the room. Perched on the windowseat and glaring at the Night sky, Atreyu bit his tongue, forcibly trying to ignore his lover.

"How many times do I have to apologize? Not that I should, since I explained already." Bastian's hands cut angry arcs through the air and he spun around again, facing Atreyu. "This is utterly childish. Atreyu, look at me!"

Atreyu refused, though every molecule in his body wanted to obey. Being at odds with Bastian -- had they ever really fought so badly before this? -- made Atreyu's heart feel heavy in his chest, made it difficult to breathe. But Atreyu knew that if he gave in now, that he would open himself for more pain in the future. He was still a Warrior, still had his pride. He would not back down, even if he craved to be in Bastian's arms again.

"It's not my fault I couldn't visit sooner!" Bastian continued on. "I told you already that I had so much to do at home, and with school and tests and my dad... dammit, Atreyu! Just stop giving me the cold shoulder."

Atreyu just straightened his shoulders, turning his back to Bastian more. That one small movement -- rejection -- sparked Bastian's already irritable mood. With fierce strides, he was across the room in a flash, and before Atreyu knew it, Bastian had his fingers hooked into Atreyu's collar and dragged the Warrior off the windowseat and to the floor. Atreyu landed heavily, all tanned skin and leather skirt, then nearly choked as Bastian hauled him up by the collar into a kneeling position. His hands came up, scrabbling against Bastian's arms, trying to draw a deeper breath, but that seemed impossible. Impossible when Bastian loomed over him so strongly, so full of fire and heat and everything that made Atreyu want to melt and submit.

"You belong to me!" Bastian snarled, his face bare inches away from Atreyu's. "You belong to me and you'll obey only me, and only I get to touch you, no matter how long I've been away!"

Atreyu shuddered and his eyes slid closed, and he submitted to everything as Bastian pulled him into a rough and bruising kiss. It was possession. It was jealousy. It was passion. It was everything Atreyu had hoped to see from Bastian.

[hostilecrayon.livejournal.com]

What is that from?! I want to read it all. O.o; *Glomp*

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Ah, that first drabble and subsequent ones are a continuation of my fic "Two/One" a.k.a. "2 A.M." I linked 2 AM somewhere in a comment, since I don't have it posted anywhere else really...