MUAH. (multipurpose post yay)

[askerian]

OKAY.

Les francophones, kineko et moi avont posté le second chapitre de L'Oeil du Dragon sur ffnet. On a fini d'écrire le cinquième -- on les garde avec autant d'avance parce que c'est rare qu'on arrive à se retrouver assez longtemps pour en pondre plus. =__=;

rianax wrote me a lovely angsty Saki drabble. aww. ;_;

Did I ever pimp the final part of chibirisuchan's Teamwork fan-fanfic? Because if I hadn't, here it is. Tell her it's sexy. (because god it is. her kyuubi's better than mine. *sulks*)

I KNOW I forgot to pimp even more cool stuff. rargh. i suuuuck.

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No, my mental boner still isn't quite back. The uchihacest drabble wasn't smut so much as cliché angst/prelude to rape that I chickened out on and faded to black, the Team 7 blanket fic has veered into angsty -- goddamn it sasuke, shut up and spread em -- and the last two are still staring me in the eye, not telling me a damn thing. I WILL BEAT THEM ALL.

... when I can Feel The Smut again. T_T

So instead of writing my own smut... I'm following a very alluring suggestion.



I'm not asking for real fics here, not even for ficlets though if you feel like giving it to me, please do. Just random snippets (preferably naughty, huhuhu). Dialogue without a beginning or an end, porn without plot, whatever. One line, or ten lines. more if you want to write more, but this isn't the goal.

Write me a few lines for my random bunnies please? ;_;

For you marvelous people who are ALREADY writing me big fics... Risu-chan. NO. :P You rest, or work on your own fic. Kitty -- SAME. okay maybe a line or two but no more okay? i know you two, you turn everything into novellas. Chronolith, Windshades? only if you feel really really inspired. The challenge isn't really for you, though. you're already being so very very nice and lovely and ahhh I just love you.

So. I love NaruSasu and KyuuSasu and team7 love, of course, but I would also kill for a Naruto's Harem fic (narusasunejigaara, narusakuhinaino, combinations, something ELSE, whatever!), an ItaSasu, or for a TemaIno. Violent!sex = sexy, biting = more sexy, bondage = OMG. Furry!AU = BABIES FOR YOU.

... any takers? ;_;

*crickets*



EDIT: I sleep now. But feel free to keep on spoiling me, people! *rolls in fic-presents*

Comments

[nacchi-camui.livejournal.com]

Ah, chouette, j'attendais ça (pour la suite des Tribulations) ^__^

;___; j'aimerais t'écrire un truc mais je suis pas fanfiqueuse.....(et je pense pas que je peux l'être u_u) Don't worry, la perversion, c'est comme le vélo, ça s'oublie pas ! :p

[askerian]

ronron ^____^

... maiheu même pas deux lignes? alleeeez ;_; (et apparemment ça s'oublie. je bloque comme pas croyable. T_T)

[meanne77.livejournal.com]

Que du Naruro ? Je peux rien pour toi, sorry! ^^;

[askerian]

... yuu/wolf? ._. (je te demanderais bien du 1x5 mais bizarrement.. XD)

[askerian]

so totally didn't hope you'd take that one and run with it, whut.

*^___^*

[trowacko.livejournal.com]

but... i don't know Naruto ;_; save for a few eps that are getting hazy, it's been so long since i've seen x_x

(i feel on the lack of creativity/smut. i'm in the same boat *rows*) XD

[askerian]

I take 1x5x1 too. *_______* *hopeful*

*cuddles smutlessly with* T_T

[lomelinde-sama.livejournal.com]

*pets the dragon*

Pour du Naruto ... je m'y connais pas encore assez, sorry.

[askerian]

aww *câlin* c'est pas grave, va ^__^

[windshades.livejournal.com]

Okie dokie, here's my first attempt at smut! (and my first drabble, aren't you lucky?) All for you, cuz I love you and you need the inspiration. ^___~

KyuuSasu "The Challenge"

Sasuke spun around and glared at the Kyuubi, taking in the red eyes and feral grin. “Just because you’ve been let out for the day,” he snarled, “does not mean that I’m going to take the time to amuse you.”
The fox growled, eyes gleaming, “That’s a challenge, bitch. You know how I deal with challenges.” He stalked towards the brunette, licking his lips at the prospect of the hunt. He watched as Sasuke’s eyes widened, laughed when his bitch prepared to fight. When he finally caught him, slammed him to the ground, stripped the detested coverings from his skin, he purred, his entire chest rumbling. He licked the other’s neck, bit down as he growled, “You should know by now, bitch, that the chase just excites me more.”
Sasuke gasped, moaned as the Kyuubi touched his curse seal; he should be struggling, had been until the fox’s version of a kiss. He was pinned, legs spread, held in place by the claws dug into the skin of his hips. He never would have admitted it that he enjoyed the chase, too. As he felt the first painful thrust, though, he was able to accept the thoughts that he needed this, needed the chase and the pain and the pleasure. He writhed, would have thrust backwards if he hadn’t been held in place. He felt the Kyuubi’s laugh, knew that the demon realized he wanted this. They both knew that later, after the Kyuubi was locked back within Naruto’s subconscious, Sasuke would once again deny his need for the thrill of being hunted, being found. But right now, all that mattered was the hot length filling him, the rumbling presence at his back, and the feelings reminding him what it means to live.

[askerian]

i've already told you, but I LOVE YOU OMG HOT OMG. I need a smoke. And a pervy kyuusasu icon.

[animeprincess.livejournal.com]

:O i did, in the last post you made.

but! i am writing more. it's not even gonna be that good, just omg sex whut

Sasuke shakes his head as Naruto comes up the path, grinning the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. The huge scroll on Naruto's back means that the idiot's been where he shouldn't, again, and there will just have to be reparations later.
*******
"What the hell is this jutsu supposed to be for, anyway?" Sakura shakes her head. This question came from Sasuke, who some hours before had pronounced he'd not look in the forbidden scroll. Looks like he couldn't handle Naruto being the only one who knew a jutsu from a forbidden scroll. "I dunno, Sasuke, try it!" Naruto challenges.


D: augh, i'm sorry, the bunny left before i got to smut. it was all supposed to be all cool and shit, with Sasuke taking on iridescent scales and slitted red windmill eyes and sorta snakey to understand the creature he commands but omg it's better than what Oro had cause dammit, he's an Uchiha and fuck i can't figure out how it gets theeeeeere.

[askerian]

OOOOOH that sounds so very neat! *puts down bait for the bunnies* heeere bunnybunnybunny~

Team 7

[edenfalling]

Um. No freaking clue where this came from -- sleep deprivation, maybe? It sucks, and they still don't get around to the actual sex, but there are naked people and dirty talk. Take it, please?

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"My turn, bastard!"

"No."

Naruto stalks forward, completely ignoring the open curtains and the tiny little fact that he's naked and, well, horny. "You got her before, dickwad -- which was totally cheating! I'm not giving another inch."

Sasuke raises an eyebrow. Naruto descends into inarticulate snarls.

Sakura kicks her heels against the bedframe and wonders why she ever thought that sex with her teammates would do anything but degenerate into a fight. By this point, she's beyond embarrassment. Open windows? Who cares. Yelling fit to wake the dead? Whatever. Naked boys clearly getting off on trying to one-up each other? Been there, done that.

She's not even good at blow-jobs. But -- and here she feels a smile spread across her face, a smile that she doesn't usually let out of the echo chamber in the back of her mind -- she does like to watch their faces when they come. And the boys need a lesson. She isn't a prize, damnit.

"Naruto. Sasuke." She waits. "Hey, idiots. Hey. Shut the fuck up and listen to me!" Their heads snap around fast enough to make something purr underneath her consciousness. "It's my turn. Suck each other off and let me watch -- it's obviously what you really want to do."

Sasuke is too surprised to keep his face blank. Naruto's jaw drops. Then they start stammering out excuses and whining for other options, but in a little grace note, both their cocks perk up.

In a place that isn't a place, Inner Sakura is laughing her head off.

Re: Team 7

[askerian]

OMG.

OMFG WOW.

*brain 'splodey*

... I. uh. yeah.

oh god.

... marry me.

[complexphoenix.livejournal.com]

Naruto: "Goddamn it Sasuke, shut up and spread em!"

XP

[askerian]

*dies of lmao* ♥

[gothicstargrl.livejournal.com]

*de-lurks again* Another plotbunny bit me. XD (Well, this would probably be more of a PWPlotbunny...) I still want to make up for the lack of sex in the Cybersuke thing, sooo...
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"Nngh--dammit, Naruto, it won't fit!"

"It will, bastard, now shut up and take it!"

"Fuck you!"

"That's what we're doing, yeah!"

"No, you're using that th--unh!--thing to fuck me!"

"It's still fucking!"

"You're not doing it right! You're not supposed to do it with that!"

"Says who!? And I'm doing it right--I got you all stretched out and I used that oily stuff on it and everything! What more do you want?"

"I want--", but Sasuke's protest is choked off as Naruto gives the plastic sex toy--dammit, moron, why the hell did you have to pick an orange one--another shove into him--ohfuckohfuck it's so big, almost too big to fit him, but he's stretching and it feels so good and oh, it's hard to breathe now--then slowly pulls it back and pushes it in again, and again, and again, until Sasuke's head is spinning and all he can do is whine and whimper.

Naruto purrs and twists the toy to the left a little. "See? You like it, you stubborn jackass."

"Sh-shut up, you total mo--ohgod--moron!" Sasuke chokes out, panting. He is so going to get Naruto back for this. Maybe some bondage gear--ooh, chains, yes. And maybe a collar.

When Naruto laughs and gives the toy another push, he silently adds a ball gag to that list.

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...That turned out longer than I intended. *blinks* It just wouldn't end, and then Sasuke had to start up with his point of view and then he mentioned bondage. @-@ But I hope you like it, Asuka-san! I think it's the smuttiest thing I've written to date. (There are not enough sex toys in Naruto fanfiction, and someone has to fix that. Might as well be me. *grin*)

[animeprincess.livejournal.com]

O_o .....*drools at* that was hot. *brains go SPLODEY*

If you ever tell anybody about this, I'll hunt you down and skin you

[maldoror-gw.livejournal.com]

I don't do drabbles (as this shows), and I don't normally do PWP, but hell, here you go, feed this teaser to your muses and see what happens.

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Sasuke didn't need the Sharingan to know he was in deep shit.

He licked his lips and watched the Sand trailing down his chest. When you knew Gaara, you suddenly found yourself capable of thinking in capitals; it helped you distinguish between sand, which got in your shoes, and Sand, which could kill you.

Or tear your clothes off.

Or shackle you to the wall.

Or head south in a way that-

"Gaara, cut that out!"

He didn't need the Sharingan to see that that had had absolutely no effect whatsoever.

The fall-out of Gaara's upbringing was that he had zero patience when reaching out to anything that made him feel good. You'd have better luck persuading a starving man to pass up on a five-course banquet.

Which meant the real mistake had been introducing Gaara to sex in the first place, and helping him find out he liked it and wanted more.

Two hands, remarkably slim, shoved the threads of Sand aside with something like proprietary jealousy and took their place on Sasuke's skin. It didn't feel any better. The Sand's grains had rasped; Gaara's hands now clawed. They wanted to possess. To take. To own.

Sasuke automatically fought against the Sand holding him pinned to the wall. Yeah, that'd help. Not. Probably just excite the little prick some more, if he even noticed. When Gaara had his mind on something, he became as single-minded and determined as a buzzsaw.

The mistake had indeed been introducing Gaara to sex in the first place, Sasuke reflected once more...and who was it who'd done that? Oh yeah, that'd be me. Me and that bloody fucking loser Naruto who's not even here right now.

He glared down at the smaller man. Gaara hadn't actually grown that much over the years; a steady diet of sleep deprivation, coffee, chakra usage and battles didn't do much for skeletal development.

It deeply offended Sasuke that Gaara reached the top of his chest, and Naruto reached his chin, yes somehow it was always Sasuke who ended up getting shackled to walls or tossed down on beds or jumped on and pounded into the forest floor. That just wasn't right, his common sense griped. Didn't it make sense for the tallest guy to always end up on top...? It made logistics so much easier to start with; Gaara was going to have to drag him down to the floor to get at him, while if the positions were reversed, Sasuke could lift him up and nail him against the wall, so really, it made more sense. It was like- like a law of nature, damnit.

As it was, these encounters ended up with Gaara and Naruto fighting like fiends to decide who'd be on top of the pile, and it was no contest to figure out who was always on the bottom.

And who was it who'd introduced Gaara to rough and tumble sex? Sasuke's brain enquired acidly. That'd be me again. Me and that bloody fucking loser bastard Naruto who'd better get here now and take some of Gaara's edge off, or this is going to actually hurt a bit more than usual.

It deeply offended Sasuke that it always hurt a bit - Gaara's fingernails were tracking red marks down his spine as Sasuke's back arched away from the wall - and that neither of his 'partners' (because he was damned if he'd qualify them any other way) gave a flying fuck about it.

It bore repeating that it deeply offended Sasuke that he never won the vicious scrabbles for dominance that always started these things off.

What would have really offended Sasuke was the realization that he liked it that way, but as he would never in a million years allow himself to acknowledge that, he persisted in staying annoyed at Gaara's smirk as the green eyes trailed over the Sand shackles keeping Sasuke's twitches to an interesting but unthreatening minimum.

Fucking bastards. Both of them.


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Yay, too long for one post. I suck at 'drabbles'...next part in the reply.

Re: If you ever tell anybody about this, I'll hunt you down and skin you

[maldoror-gw.livejournal.com]

"Gaara-"

His head was wrenched down and his mouth effectively gagged. And bitten a bit. Great. He was going to look like he'd been in one hell of a fight again.

Sasuke growled and struggled against the kiss (because technically you could call it that).

His head was wrenched down a bit further. Sasuke's shoulders and spine protested.

"You can scream," Gaara whispered in his ear, in his dead-flat monotone. "Or you can stay silent. But if you talk, I'll gag you." Then he bit Sasuke on the ear, which didn't come as much of a surprise.

Sasuke didn't need to ask how Gaara proposed to gag him. Nuh-huh. He was not getting Sand in his mouth again. He'd be spitting it out for days.

Gaara's free hand had been lazily scoring his abs, but suddenly it picked up aim and intent and travelled down to the bits the Sand had fortunately neglected until now.

Sasuke tensed fit to break, but the fingers exploring his erection (offensively hard, considering how humiliating all this was) were not clawing anymore. It had taken a bit of time and repeated applications of blows and threats to unleash a few Chidori on their asses or never go near them again, but both Tail-possessed idiots had learned by now how much their toy could be kicked around without breaking. And Sasuke was tough. Unfortunately, embarrassingly, agonizingly, infuriatingly tough and always ready for more...

The fingers curled around his cock, strong and demanding. And a mouth fastened on his pectoral and teeth slowly, surely bit down. Sasuke stiffened even further. He could feel/hear the wall's plaster crack and slough off beneath his head, shoulder blades and tailbone as his body convulsed and thrashed in helpless pleasure, well-honed strength unleashed against mere brickwork; something was going to break, and it wasn't going to be Sasuke (and it certainly wasn't going to be Gaara, but that went without saying).

Suna citizens were getting used to rebuilding things after Naruto and Sasuke visited. What they thought of all this- Sasuke didn't want to think about what they thought of all this. But the only thing he'd seen in their eyes when he'd showed up an hour ago - before Naruto, bastard - was awed disbelief. Either they still hadn't figured out exactly what went on in their Kazekage's residence when the Leaf Jounin visited...or they had, and they still thought that took massive guts. Sasuke let that soothe his ego a tiny little bit. It didn't make up for being shackled naked to the wall by a guy he should be able to pick up with one hand, but it helped a little bit.

The fingers slowly tightened and tugged. The teeth ground down at the same gradual rhythm. They would pierce flesh and draw blood any second now. Sasuke was a live wire against the wall. Oh no...He was...not...going to come...they'd barely started yet...that would be past humiliating and all the way to downright degrading if he was going to come just from one bite and a handjob-

"Hey!"

Oh thank god and late-arriving idiots...

"You started without me?! You guys suck!"

Gaara lifted his head away from Sasuke's well-chewed chest.

He looked at an offended Naruto, fuming in the doorway.

He looked at Sasuke.

He looked at Naruto.

Sasuke didn't need the Sharingan to see the cogs turn.

"That can be arranged," Gaara said without the slightest trace of emotion in his voice, which probably helped blindside that loser-idiot who should known better by now.

As the Sand shot out towards him, Naruto had time for nothing more than a nervous gulp.

Sasuke relaxed slightly against the wall and shackles. The fights between these two reckless morons were always even-odds, but his money was on Gaara today, so it looked like Naruto would pay for being late. Good. Teach the loser about punctuality, the hard way.

A window shattered. Sasuke barely glanced up.

He didn't need the Sharingan to see that their monthly visits were back on track.


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There. Up to you to 'write' the ending in your head. Hopefully this and the other offerings will jumpstart those smut-bunnies.

[ever-in-eden.livejournal.com]

Errrmm... Remember I mentioned my strong affection towards a certain weird sociopathic pairing, a hundred of posts ago...? Don't hurt me too badly, please...


He feels it more than hears it. He tells the small voice inside his head that it was his well-honed instincts that alarmed him first. Not the power of habit, never the power of habit.

The soft slithering of the pale grains echoes unnaturally loudly in the soundless darkness of the forest. They dance all around him, tenderly covering and suffocating the all-too familiar training grounds; they recreate it, and soon it is familiar and alien, dangerous. Alluring.

It reaches for his hair first; brushing along them in an imitation of long pale fingers. His hair band is the first to break, with a loud snapping noise. He wonders if his heart will make the same noise when it breaks. He thinks his soul will.

His eyes can see through the deepest dark; and yet he feels frighteningly blind as the sand swirls around him, teasing, touching. Deceptively playful. And then he is behind him.

His fingers run through his long strands. Along the curve of his neck. Appraisingly, methodically, purposefully. As he concentrates on the beautiful patterns the chakra embodied in the sand leaves, he can only wish a shred of this confidence, this purpose, would flow into him. And then he bites into his lip, berating his helpless, foolish mind.

The fingers play with the folds of his clothes. He knows he should be resisting him, fighting him. Always, always fighting.

His clothes feel as if they dissipated into nothingness, somewhere between two lazy blinks. He has now placed himself in front of his eyes. He touches his thighs. His waist. Soft touches alternating with rough ones. Demanding, coaxing the reactions from him. He feels his thump on his lips. He has never kissed him.

He can still resist. But he is a force of nature. He is the ultimate predator, and so he can only become the prey; this is the order of the world, anyways. He fractionally leans into his touch. Dark outlined eyes narrow, as he smiles.

The world blurs together, and he has to put a hand on the other’s chest to center himself. He feels the grainy armor parting under the slight pressure of his palm. He takes him, forcefully, but still purposefully; rhythmically. A thin layer of sand is now binding them together, in a mother-like embrace. A feeling so paradoxical, resembling the touch of a silk- covered blade.

It is hours later, and he is still running away. He thinks that the route he has taken is an unnecessarily long one. He is not sure. He will hide in his room; wash the sex off his body. He will buy a new hair band first thing next morning, and go to sleep half an hour earlier than usual. Days later, he will still brush sand-grains off his hair.

He is still standing on the still silent clearing. He will have to leave soon, or suspicions might rise. Something aches in his chest, but he doesn’t deem it important enough. He smiles, for a second time this day. He will be back; and when he does, he will find him standing in the clearing, alone; waiting for him. Again.


Damn girl. I was in a writing hiatus for two years. and for a good reason, as it is obvious See what you made me do?! >.<;; *petloves* *wishes Asuka's bunnies back*

[askerian]

...*o* is that gaaraneji i see? omg so pretty. almost philosophical. (and mmmsmutty. ohohohohohohoho) thank you so much ^__^ (i don't see why you don't write more. there are a lot of worse writers out here and you're far from bad at it. O_o)

[sailor-comet.livejournal.com]

... would you like a couple lines of cfud fanfic?

[askerian]

Yes!!! Goku/Stan? *____* um um um *too sleepy to think* anything you want!!

... happy end ;_;

[(Anonymous)]

Plus PWP tu meurs ! (Je signe pas parce que c’est trop la honte #_#)

La porte se referma inexorablement, laissant Sasuke seul face aux ANBU. Il ne ressentait aucune peur, malgré les chaînes qui retenaient ses bras au-dessus de sa tête, prévenant toute tentative de lutte ou de fuite. Ainsi, Konoha craignait le déserteur et l’assassin qu’il était devenu... Arborant une expression méprisante, il fit face aux deux individus dont les visages étaient dissimulés derrière les masques enfantins d’un renard et d’un corbeau.
- Ca fait belle lurette qu’on te court après, tu sais, dit le plus vulpin des deux.
- Toujours aussi lents, répliqua-t-il. Même un gosse de dix ans m’aurait rattrapé depuis des lustres.
- C’est qu’on aime prendre notre temps, par ici, dit le renard avec une rage contenue qui ne demandait qu’à s’exprimer. Maintenant qu’on t’a mis la main dessus, on ne va pas te lâcher de sitôt.
Sasuke arqua un sourcil moqueur.
- Vraiment ?
Un bref frisson courut le long de son échine lorsque le deuxième ANBU murmura à son oreille.
- Ne nous sous-estime pas, Uchiha, dit la voix suave et cultivée derrière le masque.
La main du shinobi vint caresser son torse avant de glisser vers son entrejambe. Son souffle se coinça dans sa gorge comme les doigts agiles disparaissaient à l’intérieur de son pantalon. Il les sentit épouser la forme déjà rigide de son sexe, l’éveillant plus encore par des mouvements lents et parfaitement étudiés. Le masque de corbeau reposait avec abandon sur son épaule, et contre son flanc se pressait l’érection naissante de son bourreau.
- Comme c’est adorable, railla le renard avant de s’approcher d’une démarche souple et conquérante.
Il attrapa les longs cheveux noirs de son camarade et le tira en arrière, brisant son étreinte avec leur prisonnier.
- Laisses-en un peu pour les autres, lui dit-il.
Il souleva légèrement le masque de corbeau et, après en avoir fait de même, embrassa les lèvres du jeune homme qui s’offrit volontiers à son baiser.
A sa grande honte, Sasuke laissa échapper un gémissement de frustration. Le renard abandonna son compagnon et s’avança alors vers lui.
- On se sent seul, Uchiha-teme ? dit-il d’une voix rauque où transperçaient raillerie et désir.
Ses poings se serrèrent malgré eux lorsque l’ANBU se colla tout contre son corps et se mit à dévorer sa bouche. Sasuke serra les paupières, refusant de rendre les armes, concentrant toute son énergie à prendre le dessus et à repousser cette langue qui caressait sauvagement la sienne. L’assaut se prolongea, lui faisant perdre ce qui restait de son souffle. Ses genoux fléchirent, et il savait que si les chaînes ne l’avaient pas retenu il serait tombé à terre. Des mains parcoururent son torse sans tendresse aucune, mais avec un besoin si brutal et désespéré qu’il se sentit abandonner la partie. Sentant que sa soumission n’était qu’une question de secondes, le renard recula de quelques pas.
Sasuke fronça les sourcils, furieux.
- Salaud, gronda-t-il d’un ton plein de menace.
Le renard laissa échapper un rire amusé.
- Ne t’en fais pas, tu ne vas pas être déçu.
Il hocha la tête, enjoignant Sasuke à baisser le regard. Sans qu’il s’en rendît compte, l’autre ANBU s’était mis à genoux près de lui. Ses mains pâles et élégantes se posèrent sur la fermeture de son pantalon et la défirent avec la dextérité que conférait une longue habitude. Le vêtement glissa le long de ses cuisses, et il ne put réprimer un frisson lorsque l’air frais de la cellule enveloppa son sexe.
- Je suis sûr que notre ami va se faire un plaisir de te réchauffer, ironisa le renard, qui visiblement appréciait le spectacle.
Sasuke se mordit la lèvre lorsque celles du ninja à ses pieds se refermèrent sur lui, refusant de donner à l’autre la satisfaction d’un gémissement. Il baissa la tête, et ses mèches noires vinrent balayer ses joues où montait une rougeur qui n’avait rien à voir avec la honte. Fasciné, il contempla la chevelure sombre du shinobi qui montait et descendait le long de son sexe, le retenant prisonnier entre ses lèvres. Peu à peu il se laissa prendre au rythme et, avant même d’en avoir conscience, il imprima à son bassin de légers mouvements pour approfondir l’étreinte.

[(Anonymous)]

Un sourire en coin, le renard s’approcha des deux hommes.
- Ne m’oubliez pas, murmura-t-il d’une voix rauque, plus excité que jamais par le spectacle.
Avec force il attrapa les hanches de l’ANBU et se pressa contre ses reins. Le jeune homme poussa un grondement, provoquant une vibration le long du membre de leur prisonnier. Sasuke serra les mâchoires, désirant plus que tout glisser ses doigts entre les longues mèches noires et forcer le ninja à le prendre plus profondément. Tout ce qu’il put faire à cet instant, ce fut d’écarter légèrement les cuisses pour permettre un meilleur accès au jeune ninja.
Un froissement d’étoffe lui indiqua vaguement que le renard avait défait son pantalon et celui de son camarade. La curiosité lui fit lever les yeux, juste à temps pour le voir guider son sexe d’une main et maintenir de l’autre les hanches du jeune homme. Le renard le pénétra avec une délicieuse lenteur, sans se départir de son sourire. Malgré le masque, Sasuke eut la sensation que c’était /lui/ qu’il regardait, se délectant peut-être de son expression perdue entre l’ivresse et le plaisir.
A présent, ils étaient tous trois connectés, liés physiquement mais aussi par ce plaisir que Sasuke imaginait aussi coupable que violent. Lorsqu’il sentit son compagnon fin prêt, le renard se mit à aller et venir entre ses reins, ses doigts imprimant sur sa peau des marques qui allaient sûrement tourner au violacé le lendemain. Progressivement le mouvement se communiqua à Sasuke, qui agrippa les chaînes de toutes ses forces.
Le masque de corbeau fit un bruit sourd lorsqu’il toucha le sol, brisant un peu de la tension qui régnait dans la pièce.
- Putain… Neji… on avait dit… qu’on les gardait jusqu’au bout… articula le shinobi entre deux coups de rein.
Le Hyûga délaissa brièvement le sexe de son amant, ses lèvres brillantes de salive.
- La prochaine fois… essaye de faire une fellation avec un masque sur la tête… répondit-il avant de reprendre ses activités comme si de rien n’était.
Le renard ricana.
- Il te faudra… pratiquer sur moi, Neji-kun…
- La ferme, crétin… intervint Sasuke.
Comme toujours, Naruto parlait beaucoup trop. Dommage qu’il fût loin de lui, il savait qu’un baiser aurait occupé cette bouche bavarde d’une manière plus agréable que les insultes qui volaient parfois entre eux.
Les mouvements du blond se firent plus frénétiques tandis que sa main agrippait fermement le sexe de Neji. Sasuke lui-même était au bord de la complétion, et il n’en fallut pas plus pour qu’il se libère dans la bouche qui l’encerclait.
Epuisé, Naruto se laissa aller contre le dos de Neji. Après quelques secondes d’un silence où ne perçait que le bruit saccadé de trois respirations, ce dernier délogea le blond d’un coup d’épaule et se releva en titubant. Il arrangea tant bien que mal ses vêtements et essuya délicatement le filet de sperme qui maculait son menton.
- Réunion avec notre chef d’équipe dans cinq minutes, dit-il laconiquement avant se diriger d’un pas chancelant vers la sortie.
- Aaaah… soupira Naruto, allongé par terre et son masque abandonné à côté de lui. Je crois pas que je pourrai me relever avant… un sacré bout de temps.
Malgré son propre état d’épuisement avancé, Sasuke lui lança un regard noir et tira sur les chaînes qui le retenaient toujours prisonnier.
- Uzumaki, si tu ne me détaches pas dans les cinq secondes qui suivent, tu pourras toujours te brosser pour que j’accepte tes mises en scènes perverses !
- Des menaces, toujours des menaces, chantonna l’autre.
- UZUMAKI !!

[grey-sterling.livejournal.com]

When she entered the house that night she could feel their presence, but no one came out to greet her. Curious and vaguely affronted, she left her gear near the entrance and went directly to the room they all shared. When she opened the door she was met with two pair of lust-darkened eyes that held just a hint of guilt. Naruto and Sasuke were gloriously naked, heads at the foot of the bed, their feet tangled in pillows. Sasuke was lying on his back and looking at her upside-down, being pressed into the sheets by Naruto's weight on top of him. In him, Sakura realized suddenly, and the thought sent a jolt of heat through her belly.

"I'm home," she breathed.

"Sakura-chan, welcome home," Naruto responded, a warm smile on his face for her. He shifted slightly and she saw Sasuke's eyes flutter closed and his lips part around a silent gasp.

She decided then that just this once she would forgive them starting without her.

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^^;;;

[melhime.livejournal.com]

well hot damn...what a sight to see

[meanne77.livejournal.com]

Tiens : http://www.livejournal.com/users/mousapelli/221680.html

Ca satisfera peut etre tes appétits... Vais me coucher ;p

Sleepytime

[icedark-elf.livejournal.com]

They all curled up like a pile of puppies.

Inevitably, Naruto would end up at the bottom of the pile as his lovers arrange and rearranged around him. It was a side effect of both his ability to not move at all while asleep and his ability to sleep though just about anything.

So Naruto was at the bottom of the pile, stretched out and still as he snored away. Curled up on either side of him, their back pressed against his body was Hinata and Sakura. Ever since their pregnancies had become obvious, Naruto liked having them next to him. That little quirk was dismissed as a Kyuubi thing and left alone.

On the other side of Sakura, his head pillowed on Naruto's arm was Sasuke. One arm was draped gently over Sakura's waist, hand curled against Naruto's hip. And draped halfway over Sasuke was Ino, who had twisted herself around somehow so that her head rested on bump that meants new life in Sakura's belly. Having lost her baby the year before to a mistimed blow, Ino was almost as touchy feely of the other two girls as Naruto was.

Neji was on the other side of Hinata, his back to her front as he acted as her shield from accidentally falling off. She was a bit farther along that Sakura, and liked having to move fewer people between her and the bathroom. Neji wasn't going to be able to move too far, though, as his hair was firmly caught in Naruto's grip.

Mornings and getting out of bed had become so much more entertaining since the sixsome had gotten together. While there was inevitable fights, restless tossing, and sleepless nights, at least they were with each other. It was rare for anyone to be home alone, and it always helped to have someone to share the bed with.

Though they rarely had sex in bed. Too many bodies in too small a space. Sex tended to happen in other parts of the house, as nobody wanted to be in the bed without the others there. So the friends and family of Naruto's people had learn to be very wary about going around the house without making lots of noise. After the first four of five times of rounding a corner and finding two, three, or more people in the middle of a rather intimate act, even ninjas learned to warn others they were about.

And that was what their life was all about. Compromise and change. None of them would have it any other way.


*blinks* I didn't work any pron into it. I'm sorry. Can't believe I've written two ficlets for you in as many days. Yay for the corruption!

Re: Sleepytime

[askerian]

awwwww, so cute ;__; thank you ^___^ (haha,ninjas having to make noise)

[rainbowlasers.livejournal.com]

I cannot write smut but I am trying out of love ♥

He's known about them before. Heck, everyone in the world heard of the tales of half-animals, the children given stories about how they would rip you apart and eat you if you ventured out of your village. Everyone knew about them yet nobody had ever really seen them, it was simply a legend. After all, even if they were part animals, how could they live as long as thousands of years?

The answer, when they stood above him, with him shackled and naked, used as a sacrifice by his village when they came, was obvious.

They weren't half-animals, they were demons, demons with an unsatisfied hunger of flesh and not the kind of hunger for flesh that children were told about.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at them. They had asked for a sacrifice, a human body and not a weak one, one who would fight back, because otherwise there would be no fun.

He didn't know about fun but he knew he wasn't going to let them get away with this so easily.

and this is where I stop. :D

[askerian]

*nosebleeds* x__x

Your bunnies are EATING ME

[crazy-toffee.livejournal.com]

Get them OFF ME woman! *hides and whimpers*

http://www.livejournal.com/users/crazy_toffee/27490.html#cutid1

There ya go, NaruSasuSaku dish.

Re: Your bunnies are EATING ME

[askerian]

Okay, I've said this already, but i'm saying it again -- WOW. it's good. and angsty. READ IT PEOPLE.

[sarolynne.livejournal.com]

Black fur becomes Sasuke. Black fur and black claws, pale skin, needle sharp white fangs bared in a grimace of pleasure, and orange eyes glimmering with hunger instead of the madly spinning red that he shared with others he’d known once, when he was still human. Modest, however, didn’t. Naruto-who-was-and-wasn’t-Kyuubi smirked at the two tails curled between Sasuke’s legs in a muddled attempt to cover his body. He’d get over that, eventually.

For now, it was amusing to watch his friend struggling to control his nature, rather than adjusting to it. It was fun to watch him squirm as he tried to suppress the demon, tried to deny its greedy, greedy nature. Fun to watch him arch as Naruto’s own clawed hand crept under his tails to close around the erection he was trying to hide.

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...

Because, you say Furry AU, and suddenly I picture kitsune!Sasuke taken to a new extreme, with Naruto merged with Kyuubi.

*sighs*

I wonder if he got to Sakura, too, and she's wandering around with a pink tail?

[askerian]

*sparklesparkle* ... wait a sec, where's my smut? ;__; I WANT MOOOORE.

The Sharpie Adventures

[melhime.livejournal.com]

Ok so I tried the smut thing like 3times and this is what I came up with...no smut. T_T Sorry but I didn't want to let them go to waste...*hopes she isn't presumptious*

#1-The Body is a Canvas

Sasuke has promised himself that he would never take one sip of alcohol when both Sakura and Naruto were present. This was all well and good but he had forgotten one vital and key factor, to make sure that Naruto and Sakura would not drink themselves stupid. Damn himself for being too late! By the time he found them, they were both wasted beyond belief. So considering this fault in his planning, it really was no surprise to him that he ended up with his cheek pressed up on the coffee table with his hands held tightly immobile behind his back-again.

Sasuke tried to ignore Naruto’s strong thighs holding his legs still and rough fingers grabbing his hair, holding him in place. He tried to ignore the slightly ticklish feeling of Sakura’s hair against his bare back as her weight kept his arms locked. And most of all, he tried to ignore the rush of orgasmic memory of the last time he was in this position. Sasuke grit his teeth and shivered involuntarily as something wet slid along his back. He hoped to whoever was listening that Naruto hadn’t gotten some kinky toy. It wasn’t until Naruto passed it to Sakura that he realized what it was. Somehow, they had gotten hold of one of those Sharpie permanent markers and were currently using Sasuke’s body as their own canvas. Sasuke struggled in their collective grip but they only clung tighter, laughing at him. Realizing that it was futile, Sasuke could only swear and wait until the morning to see what nonsense they had drawn on his body.

#2-The Sharpie Strikes Again

Naruto woke up to the jostling movements of someone climbing out of the bed. Cracking one lazy open, he noticed that Sakura was still fast asleep, curled up against his chest. Looking around, he could just make out a very rushed looking avenger pulling up a pair of boxers and pants in his haste to be on his way. As Sasuke made his way to the bathroom, Naruto couldn’t help but smirk into the pillow as Sasuke stared at his Sharpie- marked reflection. The sounds of running water and muffled curses were like music to his ears. The water abruptly shut off and Naruto shut his eyes to feign sleep until Sasuke exited the room. Still smirking, he gently squeezed the notorious marker underneath Sakura’s pillow. Before he nodded off back to sleep, Naruto wondered just when Sasuke would find out about the giant Superman ‘S’ that he completely missed on his back.

#3-Paw Prints

There were times when Sakura really hated her pregnancy but then there were those moments where she loved it. Like now, with Sasuke cradling her as they lay against the headboard of their bed and Naruto draped over her legs drawing a trail of paw prints on her round belly. When she felt the baby move under a particular paw print that Naruto was finishing up, she smiled. Amused blue eyes met hers and took on a mischievous glint as the paw prints traveled from her belly to Sasuke’s leg. Sakura angled her head upwards to catch Sasuke’s annoyed frown and couldn’t help but laugh a little. One could say it was the undeniable mark of their family.

Re: The Sharpie Adventures

[askerian]

*dies of cute* So funny, the three of them -- i especially love sasuke remembering pervy things during the first one, and the last one was so so so so awfully cute i just might have to steal it for teamwork (if i ever get that far).

Girlsex is fun too...

[stripedpetunia.livejournal.com]

"Sh-Schbeiker, what the he--" Relena's protest was cut off short; instead her eyes opened wide in shock as Hilde stepped right into her personal space and cupped a hand around her cheek. The same hand that usually was on the delivering end of a punch or slap stroked her soft skin gently, nails tracing after with a light tickle. Relena's panicked gaze met Hilde's, and although she realized she had no idea what colour the other girl's eyes were, she knew they couldn't be that dark. They were unnaturally dark, and kind of smoky; Relena was severely unsettled by the look in them that she couldn't name.

Hilde was taking in Relena's high state of nervousness, and chuckled softly in the back of her throat. "It's alright, Darlian," she said softly, moving her other hand delicately to Relena's arm as she distracted her shadow with her quiet words. "I'm not going to kill you."

Relena couldn't be sure if she was relieved or not. She broke eye contact, looking wildly around for any kind of assistance. It was a dark, empty classroom and they were too far from the door to be seen from outside. She could dimly hear people in the hallway as they moved between classes. The desks around them were so dusty from disuse that she knew she couldn't hope to be disturbed. I let her play this out too well, she thought with chagrin. God, she needs to stop stroking my arm so I can think....

"Relena...."

"What?" She's never called me that before....

As Relena's head turned back to Hilde, they locked eyes again, and before she could react, Hilde had slid her hand around to the back of Relena's neck, tangling her fingers in the soft hair there. Their faces were too close and she could feel Hilde's breath, warm on her own lips. She licked them nervously. Hilde smiled and leaned in, and then they were kissing.

The blonde girl's breath hitched, her eyes wide. She was doing her best not to think about how this was probably her first real kiss, and it was in a dark classroom right after lunch, with the girl who she was supposed to be trying to kill. Doing her best not to think about the interesting application of pressure between their soft, full lips, and that warm, tingling feeling that was starting to melt her insides. Doing her best not to notice how Hilde's arms slid around her back as they both closed their eyes, and how Relena's own hands slid up Hilde's shoulders. Soon Relena was pressed against the wall, and their bodies were in full contact right down to the knees as they explored the world of tactile pleasure.

Hilde was clearly in control, but Relena got a little more daring as her face flushed and her eyes took on the same intense look as Hilde's. They licked, they nipped, they fought little fights for dominance that Relena kept somehow managing to lose; Hilde kissed her way down Relena's jaw and neck to the collar of her shirt, as Relena shivered powerlessly. Hands roamed, ignorant of clothing that was supposed to be providing modesty and not a challenge.

And then Hilde's left hand ventured even farther south, playing with the waistband of Relena's jeans before sliding down her outer thigh, half-caressing her ass, and back up the inside. She did--something, oh god--and Relena's eyelids fluttered as she spasmed a little against the wall. She probably would have collapsed into a pile of jellylike limbs on the floor right there, had Hilde not been holding her waist securely. Overcome, she pulled Hilde to her and kissed her fiercely, completely beyond her sense of shame and propriety ever since the first hand had wandered to her breast.

Taking that as a go-ahead, Hilde gently pulled Relena from the wall and sat in the nearest desk, pulling the other girl into her lap to straddle her.

Somewhere far away, a bell rang to signal that they were late for their next class, but the two mortal enemies were both too preoccupied to care.

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Mmmm yurismut. :D Consider it a preview. ;) Sorry I didn't include Dorothy. Yet.

Re: Girlsex is fun too...

[askerian]

OOOH yay. *o* *nosebleeds*

i want more of this story. moooore. *rolls*

Trust a law class to inspire fic tidbits...

[toki-usagi.livejournal.com]

This is actually gonna go into me fic, when I get around to writing more of it, but for now...

Sasuke glowered and looked sullen. Naruto blushed and tried to talk but failed miserably. Sakura merely smirked.
"When you two manage to climb out of this hole, you might want to get more practice concealing all of your chakra signitures. You're great at hiding yourselves in most respects, but you're practically glowing on the lust side! Get some more control before you try wanking off while watching me in the baths. Honestly. And you call yourselves ANBU."
She sauntered off, whistling, leaving two VERY embarassed men at the bottom of a pit in a pool of water. Two very wet, horny, and confused men whose only thoughts were currently focused on ravishing one insanely strong, vindictive medical ANBU until she was hoarse from screaming her pleasure to the ceiling.

Re: Trust a law class to inspire fic tidbits...

[askerian]

hee! now that sounds yummy. :3 go sakura!

[sintari.livejournal.com]

Somethings from the alternate universe! It was kicking around in my head today. Totally writing it right into the window, so expect mispellings:

"It's my candy," Naruto heard Neji say once. He'd held the lighter under the spoon with the reverence that most people reserve for temples or cemeteries and that was when Naruto truly realized the depth of Neji's habit. Hell, the only ritual Naruto observed was putting on his deoderant and brushing his teeth after he stumbled out of bed in the morning. But for Neji, Naruto realized as the needle slid into silky skin, this was worship. Shooting up was communion and prayer and Sunday School all rolled into one.

That night Neji's eyes had widened and then slowly fell shut. He looked boneless, lying there on the floor at some Syndicate party, half propped against an overstuffed armchair. He was languid; he was relaxed. Even more so than when Naruto made him come and come again. When Neji would lie back and stare at the ceiling and Naruto would think again that watching his face was like watching a TV screen - it could show you anything you wanted to see, anything at all, but if you tried to get inside -- maybe punched the glass in a fit of rage -- you'd find that there was no one there. That was Neji, nothing Naruto could get a firm grip on, even when his hands cupped Neji's ass as he pressed him up against the wall.

"It's my candy," Neji said another time. And Naruto understood more by then. A rivulet of sweat ran down Neji's neck and Naruto tracked Neji's spine with his tongue until he tasted him. Sweet like candy, but tart. Neji would let Naruto take him home that night They wouldn't have any time for useless things like words. Hell, they wouldn't have time to make it in the front door. Naruto would peel the leather down over Neji's ass and fuck him in the doorway until the neighbors complained. Neji would let Naruto kiss him on the mouth, just once, and his tongue would taste like sugar cubes.

Candy is addictive, Naruto knows this now. It's the sugar, of course. Sweet suicide on his tongue. And it's bad for you. So bad for you. But Naruto can't stop.

Neji is his candy. And Naruto's craving something sweet...

[askerian]

ohh. huuhuhuhu. sexy, naughty druggie!neji. *_* love the atmosphere.

[rahedion-woif.livejournal.com]

Neji.. is NOT a sexual deviant, he is not an angsty, ruled-by-pain teenager with attention issues. He is not a masochistic oddball.

Those, of course, are the thoughts that the logical part of his brain is screaming at him as he walks away from his spar with Naruto, limping. Or rather, his spar with Kyuubi. You see, Neji and Naruto have bi monthly spars. Just to test eachother. And Neji is happy to say that he's been getting closer and closer to beating the loudmouthed powerhouse each session.

But this time, it was one of Kyuubi's 'Out' days. Neji refused to listen in the beginning, when a red-eyed Naruto (or was it the Kyuubi?) was telling him that he would get his ass whopped. He refused to listen to the Blonde's words because they had been smacking of his old comfort, fate.

Neji had charged the Kyuubi ( or was it Naruto? ) in a rush when something hit too close to home, reminding him of his old failures.

Neji had gotten his ass beaten around like he was a rag doll. Just like he'd beaten around Hinata four years ago. But worse, soo much worse. Kyuubi's Chakra refused to let the Tenketsu stay sealed. And the Beast's reflexes had been inhuman..DUH said one part of his mind as that throught went through.

Neji finally paused to lean back against a wall near the enterance to the Hyuuga compound so that one bandanged hand could slip down and rest upon his left hip, where Kyuubi had sunk his teeth deep enough in to perice through clothing and pale Hyuugan flesh, blood still trickled down his leg from the bite.

That reminded Neji of the various other places he was bleeding. His neck, the sole of his left foot, the right side of his ribcage. Which.. of course.. brought his memory to how each event had happend. His foot had started to bleed when he had shot a kick out at the Demon(boy) and the boy(Demon) Had caught it and then proceeded to sink a nail long and hard enough to be a claw into the sole of his ninja sandals.. and into his foot to a degree. Neji had then been yanked forward. Which was when the Kyuubi had then dug his palm and claws into Neji's ribcage. Ripping his normal tan , neutral colored shirt to reveale drenched, heaving, pale chest of tight and defined musculature strained with the effort of moving fast enough to not be slaughtered.


That hold/rake of claws had turned into a push that ended up with Neji facefirst against a tree with the Demon(boy) pressed right up against his back with a burning, painful sensation blossoming from his neck while pressure was put upon his back. Neji's hurried, desperate breaths had hitched when the Kyuuubi's(Naruto's) hips snapped forward. Pressing against his form for just a moment a decidedly suspect bulge that rubbed against his asscrack.

His partner had then proceeded to Toss Neji around for the next five minutes until tying him to a tree to gloat. "Told you that you'd get your ass beat, white-eyes. Not a single gasp or growl from you the whole time though. At least the Bitch will snarl and growl at me while being pretty." The Hyuuga prodigy had stiffened at being called 'Pretty' and glared silently... at least, that was until the form bathed in blazing hot chakra had snapped forward and forced a demanding Violent kiss against his lips. Teeth had dug into his own, when Neji had gasped a suspiciously long tongue had invaded his own mouth and seemed to plunder him almost while those red eyes held his gaze smugly, tauntingly.

It was not until the Demon had walked off, muttering something about ice-assed-bitches that Neji allowed his self control to snap.

That was when something else snapped.

The ropes that held him had snapped, he'd torn through them with his remaining chakra. But over the time he had been walking home, chin in the air. Expression as stone cold as always, though he bled and limped.. that he began to become uncomfortable. A pressure, a tightness, a constriction that rubbed at him in all the wrong places.

Neji was still refusing to admit to himself that he had the most painful and desperate erection of his life. Including the time he had gotten a peak at Anko naked while he was walking and birdwatching.

[rahedion-woif.livejournal.com]

Finally, he was past the gates of the Hyuuga compound, having brushed past the guards without so much as a glance. The weaklings were much too afraid to ask him anything, let alone who had kicked the shit out of him without seriously injuring him. It wasn't until after his door had closed, after he had stripped himself to check his injuries and wrapped the bleeding places in gauze and bandages. Until after he had lain down that he heard it. The soft, ooh so soft breathing.

By then it was too late, there was already a weight pressing upon his hips, already that hot breath was encapsulating his ear. It was too late. The words came. "So the Ice-bitch does have needs."

It was too late, Kyuubi's hand had already roughly forced it's way between his legs..

and wrapped fingers around his erection.


Okay.. uh... so it's... not a Drabble, but damnit, it just kinda grew on it's own! (Neji does that to me. >.> )