A New Take on an Old Meme
Apr. 20th, 2006 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterI'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. #^^#
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. #^^#
