Twisted Reprecusions
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,430
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Twisted Reprecusions
Twisted Repercusions
Rating: Mature to R
Warnings: Sexual situations, lang.
Type: One-shot
Pairings: YxS…and guess the others. ; )
Summary: I am bad at these, and if I tell you too much it will give the story away! So just read and enjoy! Review if you wish, I like them…LOL.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own it, just my words are my own!
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“Are you sure?” I question unsteadily. “I… I mean…” the weakness wavers my voice, my prized voice.
“I know what you mean,” my lover whispers lightly through my hair. His normally deep tenor dropped too many octaves, breath hot and damp across my ear.
Pulling from the encasement of strong, safe, arms I open my eyes only to be blinded. There before me, a feast to service the gods, is the sensual form of my lover. Tall and well built, a mass of shinning blonde locks hanging defiantly over piercing amber eyes, and the most arousing molted flush gracing his pale cheeks. It’s comforting to know that someone besides me is a bit embarrassed by this.
“Okay…” my voice fails as I look to the other man in our company. A familiar heat roars to life within my small frame, and I can’t help but to wonder what my lover and I look like at this moment. Lots of skin exposed, a shimmering sheen of sweat lining our bodies from the balmy summer’s night, and limbs intertwined and contorted in the most nefarious of manners. Oh, yes to say the least this is slightly embarrassing.
“Are you sure you wish to continue, Shuichi?” a soft, melodic voice floats, breaks the uncomfortable silence. “Eiri?”
“Just do it Touma,” Yuki’s bark resonates through my naked chest. “ I want to get this over with.”
If he speaks one more time it will be my downfall. I can’t just stay like this, sprawled and twisted under him. The too deep voice dancing fingers down my spine, hinting with the promise of what’s to come. Desire itself made tangible, an angel’s touch drawn to the darkness. “Toouummmaaaa…” I moan, and my fallen angel has the bitter gall to chuckle at my situation.
“Shuichi think about this? It could go very badly,” Hiro’s concerned voice floats from behind.
Enough of this babbling, “Do it NOW,” I yell. Please…please before I fall! No more talking, no more thinking, no more waiting! We wanted to do this, some I admit more than others. So why the talking when we finally get into positions? I can’t stand it any longer, my knees can’t take much more!
“As you wish Shindou,” Touma’s states indifferent to my suffering. Really this has nothing to do with him, it’s my own stupid pride that got us caught in this…this…mess.
A soft noise signals the approach, inwardly my pulse races. I can’t stop the tremors racking through me. The blood forces it’s way through engorged arteries, as that sinfully soft chuckle fades away in the rush. It’s time, time to measure my skills against the others. Fujisaki’s child-like voice sounds jumpy, “Shindou, right hand blue.”
Grunting in compliance, attempting to move my arm, but it’s trapped underneath us holding the precious balance. Twisting the shoulder I try to get it to move, but a sound low and familiar pulls me from the battle of limbs. Looking up, gold eyes bore into my very soul. “Knock it off brat, just give in. There’s no way you can win this.”
Narrowed violet orbs shine in utter defiance, “ I won’t loose to you, Yuki.” If I loose then that would mean I would loose the bet, and if I loose the bet something wicked will come this way. “You just watch me beat you.”
“Damn brat,” he growls, redoubling my efforts to pull the arm free. Still it won’t budge. Beginning to grow desperate now, I just squirm around wildly knowing if Yuki is knocked off balance and falls I will be disqualified. Betting on his pride to keep him in the game, I thrust my hips upward to get a better purchase from under my shoulder.
The man above me growls at the contact and a collective gasp echoes through the living room. Still I keep moving, almost there, the arm finally begins to move a bit. Realizations or delusions of grandeur cloud all rational thought. All that matters is moving that damned arm over to the blue spot!
“Shuichi! Be careful!” A sharp cry from Hiro.
“Eiri, watch out!” A shocked wail from Touma, echoed by an insane giggle fit from none other than Ryuichi and the pink bunny sitting in his shadow.
“Shindou if you don’t stop spazzing out you’re going to loose,” a cool clipped tone from Suguru Fujisaki slices through the room. By the sound of his voice the boy is either highly agitated or embarrassed. Stealing a quick glance in his direction, the crimson flush that is plainly present on his youthful cheeks answers my question.
Opening my mouth to retort Suguru’s remark, a hard throbbing cuts me off. In the interim of my struggles I have aroused my lover, my lover who is at present draped over me. The normal frozen amber is heated and snap alive with fire. Those luscious lips that are capable of spewing such harsh words are parted and panting in lust.
“Yuki?” I ask quietly, but no answer was received. Just a drop of the hips and a breathy sigh. The domino effect is in play, ripping a gasp from my own lungs. “Yuki…” Another quick jerk of the hips jolt me from the fantasy building. Thrusting up to meet his agonizing slow grinds, my breath pants in want, closing my eyes I attempt to drown in sensation.
“Um…” Hiro’s nervous voice sounds in my ears. What the hell am I doing? Just this little contact and I turn into an uber-whore! One simple innocent game of twister, and I’m hard and practically dry fucking my lover in front of our guests!
Well I don’t know how innocent this game actually is? Oh, at first is was innocent enough, just a few friends bored and decided to play a game. Touma jumped at the prospect of being able to rub against Yuki, and Hiro’s always loved this game. Gods know we played it enough as children, come to think of it our games often ended up like this one?!
Then there’s Sakuma Ryuichi, who began jumping up and down wailing about how much fun we were going to have. And, last and perhaps least, the up tight Suguru Fujisaki. Who might I add flat out refused to play. I quote, ‘ I will not play this stupid, childish, game. We are supposed to be working!’
Oh, alright so when I said we were just a bunch of guys shittin’ the breeze I was lying. We were supposed to be working. Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck are leaving for tour in a few months, and this was going to be a meeting of the minds. After a fruitless struggle, and much disagreements, we grew bored.
So we played. And once the others fell, the bet was called. ‘I can hold out longer than you can.’ Which was followed immediately by my, ‘I bet you can’t!’ Now, after many times of loosing these bets to him, you’d think I’d learn right? Apparently not, because here I am fighting once more not to loose to ice prince.
Just a few little ’innocent’ word yelled in the heat of the moment has landed me in the predicament I am in now. Left leg spread and oddly angled on the corner dot, the right bent balancing uneasy under my butt on some random colored dot. The defiant right arm twisted under my shoulder jutting my naked chest up, and somewhere to the left of me the other arm is placed on a dot.
Now if that wasn’t awkward enough, there’s Yuki sprawled out like a cat over me. His right leg covering my left, the foot on the spot next to mine. The left on hefted over my right causing the contact to his throbbing cock. His right arm curled around my neck to a dot under my head, while the left holds the majority of his weight somewhere beside him.
“Shuichi, time’s running out, move or you loose! (1)” Hiro’s rushed voice knocks me back to reality. Muscles shaking from strain, sweet stinging my eyes, I try one last time to move!
“Five…Four…Three…” the count down begins. Just a little more…”Two…” Then POP BOOM! “ONE!” Only Ryuichi finishes the countdown with an unrestrained giggle fit.
“OUUUUUWWWWWWW!!! Yuki! Get off me Yuki it hurts!” I scream in agony. That nice popping was my shoulder dislocating knocking me off balance, and as gravity dictates Yuki’s heavy form followed me to the floor.
“SHINDOU!” Fujisaki panics.
“SHUICHI!” Hiro calls out.
“EIRI!” Touma hisses obsessively to his one sided love.
“AGAIN…AGAIN…!!! Kuma says do it again that was soooo cool!” The childlike rock super star wails.
And one, ’Damned brat,’ is the back drop to unconsciousness.
Owari
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(1) I do not remember if twister had a timer, but this one does. If only to keep it interesting!
Thanks so much for reading! Please let me know what you think…*giggles*…I bet I know what you were thinking in the beginning! Have a great day…night…or whatever you have, just make sure you make it GREAT!
SeveredWings
SeveredWings22@yahoo.com
Rating: Mature to R
Warnings: Sexual situations, lang.
Type: One-shot
Pairings: YxS…and guess the others. ; )
Summary: I am bad at these, and if I tell you too much it will give the story away! So just read and enjoy! Review if you wish, I like them…LOL.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own it, just my words are my own!
___________________________________________
“Are you sure?” I question unsteadily. “I… I mean…” the weakness wavers my voice, my prized voice.
“I know what you mean,” my lover whispers lightly through my hair. His normally deep tenor dropped too many octaves, breath hot and damp across my ear.
Pulling from the encasement of strong, safe, arms I open my eyes only to be blinded. There before me, a feast to service the gods, is the sensual form of my lover. Tall and well built, a mass of shinning blonde locks hanging defiantly over piercing amber eyes, and the most arousing molted flush gracing his pale cheeks. It’s comforting to know that someone besides me is a bit embarrassed by this.
“Okay…” my voice fails as I look to the other man in our company. A familiar heat roars to life within my small frame, and I can’t help but to wonder what my lover and I look like at this moment. Lots of skin exposed, a shimmering sheen of sweat lining our bodies from the balmy summer’s night, and limbs intertwined and contorted in the most nefarious of manners. Oh, yes to say the least this is slightly embarrassing.
“Are you sure you wish to continue, Shuichi?” a soft, melodic voice floats, breaks the uncomfortable silence. “Eiri?”
“Just do it Touma,” Yuki’s bark resonates through my naked chest. “ I want to get this over with.”
If he speaks one more time it will be my downfall. I can’t just stay like this, sprawled and twisted under him. The too deep voice dancing fingers down my spine, hinting with the promise of what’s to come. Desire itself made tangible, an angel’s touch drawn to the darkness. “Toouummmaaaa…” I moan, and my fallen angel has the bitter gall to chuckle at my situation.
“Shuichi think about this? It could go very badly,” Hiro’s concerned voice floats from behind.
Enough of this babbling, “Do it NOW,” I yell. Please…please before I fall! No more talking, no more thinking, no more waiting! We wanted to do this, some I admit more than others. So why the talking when we finally get into positions? I can’t stand it any longer, my knees can’t take much more!
“As you wish Shindou,” Touma’s states indifferent to my suffering. Really this has nothing to do with him, it’s my own stupid pride that got us caught in this…this…mess.
A soft noise signals the approach, inwardly my pulse races. I can’t stop the tremors racking through me. The blood forces it’s way through engorged arteries, as that sinfully soft chuckle fades away in the rush. It’s time, time to measure my skills against the others. Fujisaki’s child-like voice sounds jumpy, “Shindou, right hand blue.”
Grunting in compliance, attempting to move my arm, but it’s trapped underneath us holding the precious balance. Twisting the shoulder I try to get it to move, but a sound low and familiar pulls me from the battle of limbs. Looking up, gold eyes bore into my very soul. “Knock it off brat, just give in. There’s no way you can win this.”
Narrowed violet orbs shine in utter defiance, “ I won’t loose to you, Yuki.” If I loose then that would mean I would loose the bet, and if I loose the bet something wicked will come this way. “You just watch me beat you.”
“Damn brat,” he growls, redoubling my efforts to pull the arm free. Still it won’t budge. Beginning to grow desperate now, I just squirm around wildly knowing if Yuki is knocked off balance and falls I will be disqualified. Betting on his pride to keep him in the game, I thrust my hips upward to get a better purchase from under my shoulder.
The man above me growls at the contact and a collective gasp echoes through the living room. Still I keep moving, almost there, the arm finally begins to move a bit. Realizations or delusions of grandeur cloud all rational thought. All that matters is moving that damned arm over to the blue spot!
“Shuichi! Be careful!” A sharp cry from Hiro.
“Eiri, watch out!” A shocked wail from Touma, echoed by an insane giggle fit from none other than Ryuichi and the pink bunny sitting in his shadow.
“Shindou if you don’t stop spazzing out you’re going to loose,” a cool clipped tone from Suguru Fujisaki slices through the room. By the sound of his voice the boy is either highly agitated or embarrassed. Stealing a quick glance in his direction, the crimson flush that is plainly present on his youthful cheeks answers my question.
Opening my mouth to retort Suguru’s remark, a hard throbbing cuts me off. In the interim of my struggles I have aroused my lover, my lover who is at present draped over me. The normal frozen amber is heated and snap alive with fire. Those luscious lips that are capable of spewing such harsh words are parted and panting in lust.
“Yuki?” I ask quietly, but no answer was received. Just a drop of the hips and a breathy sigh. The domino effect is in play, ripping a gasp from my own lungs. “Yuki…” Another quick jerk of the hips jolt me from the fantasy building. Thrusting up to meet his agonizing slow grinds, my breath pants in want, closing my eyes I attempt to drown in sensation.
“Um…” Hiro’s nervous voice sounds in my ears. What the hell am I doing? Just this little contact and I turn into an uber-whore! One simple innocent game of twister, and I’m hard and practically dry fucking my lover in front of our guests!
Well I don’t know how innocent this game actually is? Oh, at first is was innocent enough, just a few friends bored and decided to play a game. Touma jumped at the prospect of being able to rub against Yuki, and Hiro’s always loved this game. Gods know we played it enough as children, come to think of it our games often ended up like this one?!
Then there’s Sakuma Ryuichi, who began jumping up and down wailing about how much fun we were going to have. And, last and perhaps least, the up tight Suguru Fujisaki. Who might I add flat out refused to play. I quote, ‘ I will not play this stupid, childish, game. We are supposed to be working!’
Oh, alright so when I said we were just a bunch of guys shittin’ the breeze I was lying. We were supposed to be working. Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck are leaving for tour in a few months, and this was going to be a meeting of the minds. After a fruitless struggle, and much disagreements, we grew bored.
So we played. And once the others fell, the bet was called. ‘I can hold out longer than you can.’ Which was followed immediately by my, ‘I bet you can’t!’ Now, after many times of loosing these bets to him, you’d think I’d learn right? Apparently not, because here I am fighting once more not to loose to ice prince.
Just a few little ’innocent’ word yelled in the heat of the moment has landed me in the predicament I am in now. Left leg spread and oddly angled on the corner dot, the right bent balancing uneasy under my butt on some random colored dot. The defiant right arm twisted under my shoulder jutting my naked chest up, and somewhere to the left of me the other arm is placed on a dot.
Now if that wasn’t awkward enough, there’s Yuki sprawled out like a cat over me. His right leg covering my left, the foot on the spot next to mine. The left on hefted over my right causing the contact to his throbbing cock. His right arm curled around my neck to a dot under my head, while the left holds the majority of his weight somewhere beside him.
“Shuichi, time’s running out, move or you loose! (1)” Hiro’s rushed voice knocks me back to reality. Muscles shaking from strain, sweet stinging my eyes, I try one last time to move!
“Five…Four…Three…” the count down begins. Just a little more…”Two…” Then POP BOOM! “ONE!” Only Ryuichi finishes the countdown with an unrestrained giggle fit.
“OUUUUUWWWWWWW!!! Yuki! Get off me Yuki it hurts!” I scream in agony. That nice popping was my shoulder dislocating knocking me off balance, and as gravity dictates Yuki’s heavy form followed me to the floor.
“SHINDOU!” Fujisaki panics.
“SHUICHI!” Hiro calls out.
“EIRI!” Touma hisses obsessively to his one sided love.
“AGAIN…AGAIN…!!! Kuma says do it again that was soooo cool!” The childlike rock super star wails.
And one, ’Damned brat,’ is the back drop to unconsciousness.
Owari
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(1) I do not remember if twister had a timer, but this one does. If only to keep it interesting!
Thanks so much for reading! Please let me know what you think…*giggles*…I bet I know what you were thinking in the beginning! Have a great day…night…or whatever you have, just make sure you make it GREAT!
SeveredWings
SeveredWings22@yahoo.com