misanagi

pervy_potluck was a lot of fun! Lots of people there even though so many people were away at Y-con. You can read all the fics here.

Here are the fics I wrote. I popped my Ouran cherry and wrote my first Ouran fics *wibbles* and as always, there had to be at least one GW (Raaaaz! Tell me who was it for!)

Spot On
Ouran – Twincest

"What smells like lemon?"

Kaoru hid his hands behind his back and turned to look at Hikaru. "Hmm… lemon oil?"

Hikaru walked into the kitchen, closing the door behind him. "Why?"

He could lie, but it wouldn't work. Hikaru knew him too well. With a sigh he took a step to the left showing the smashed potatoes and the mess he had made on the kitchen counter. "I was trying the recipe we saw the other day on the food channel." He moved the hands from behind his back and let them fall at his sides. "The one you said would taste good."

A confused look appeared on Hikaru's face. "Why?" When Kaoru didn't answer he continued, "I mean, why didn't you ask the cook?"

Kaoru shrugged. "It wouldn't be the same." He scratched his nose and then winced when he realized his hands were still smeared with lemon oil. He was about to use a rag from the table to clean himself when Hikaru grabbed a hold of his wrist.

With a small wicked smile, Hikaru brought Kaoru's fingers to his lips and slowly took them inside his mouth, licking off the lemon oil. They kept their eyes on each other as Hikaru cleaned both hands with his tongue, slowly, sensually.

"You missed a spot," whispered Kaoru when Hikaru was done.

Hikaru kissed him on the nose and then his lips trailed lower, until their lips were almost touching. "I missed another one," he said, and then kissed him.

"And another here," he announced before biting and licking Kaoru's neck. "And more over here." He unbuttoned Kaoru's shirt. His fingers tickled each nipple before he sucked them and kissed them and bit them.

When Hikaru's mouth reached the hemline of the jeans, Kaoru undid them himself, pulling down his boxers at the same time. Without waiting, Hikaru took him into his mouth, sucking and kissing with the same care he had bestowed in the rest of his body.

Kaoru leaned back on the counter, trying to keep his balance and buried his fingers in his brother's hair. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations, on Hikaru's hot mouth and skilled tongue.

It wasn't long before he came, Hikaru knew him and his weaknesses too well. His knees gave away and when he opened his eyes he was on the floor in front of Hikaru, panting.

Hikaru smiled and licked his lips and Kaoru kissed him, tasting himself in his brother's mouth.

When they parted Hikaru grinned and said, "You missed a spot."

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Practicalities
Ouran – Tamaki/Kyouya

"This isn't comfortable," Kyouya said, trying to shift his position so his back wasn't pressed over that branch.

Above him, Tamaki pouted slightly. "I thought you liked it when things aren't that easy."

Kyouya sighed and shifted again. "This wasn't quite what I had in mind."

When Tamaki had approached him with his request to visit yet another one of Japan's landscapes, this time in the mountains, Kyouya had agreed with a scowl. Tamaki had beamed and dragged him excitedly everywhere while Kyouya followed in a more sober pace.

The hike had actually been enjoyable and the spot Tamaki had chosen to stop for a break was beautiful. However, when one was on his back, with branches, leaves, dirt and who knows what else pressing onto one's bare back, the scenery took a second place to practicality. And having sex in the woods wasn't practical at all.

A concerned look appeared on Tamaki's face. "We can stop." He smiled encouragingly. "I want you to enjoy this."

Kyouya made a show of thinking it over. Truth was that even if he was dirty and his back was sore, there was nothing he enjoyed more than having Tamaki over him, inside him and giving him that look that said he would do anything, anything to make him happy.

"I can bear it," Kyouya finally said in a neutral tone.

Tamaki's smile brightened and he started moving again, one hand braced on the ground just over Kyouya's shoulder and the other gripping, teasing and stocking Kyouya's cock.

Kyouya's lips curved into a little smile. Tamaki was anything but practical and Kyouya hoped that would never change.

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One of those nights
GW – Trowa/Quatre – Bondage, D/s play, blindfolds…

"You know why you are here?" Trowa asked him, touching his chin lightly with his fingertips.

Quatre swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down. "I've been bad."

Trowa smiled knowing that Quatre couldn't see him with the blindfold on. "You are being punished for it." He kissed him, lightly on the lips and pulled back. "I can let you down right now if you don't think you deserve it."

Quatre shook his head. "I deserve it. I need this."

They had come up with the game a couple of years ago. Quatre had been slaving over work and one night Trowa had taken matters into his own hands, making Quatre understand through sexual games and dominant/submissive play that he didn't need to let WEI run his life. Since then things had been better but they both craved the game. Slowly, they had transformed the basement into a dungeon of sorts. Some nights they used it for play, switching roles, but some others, when Quatre started spending more time in the office than at home the game took a more serious tone.

This was one of those nights.

Quatre had spent the last hour in the dungeon, his hands chained above his head, wearing only a blindfold and a cockring. He looked beautiful. Trowa took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"Don't make a sound," Trowa ordered and went down on his knees in front of Quatre. Slowly he took Quatre's cock in his mouth. He took his time, going slowly and teasing, and when Quatre started to wiggle he increased his pace, twirling his tongue just the way Quatre liked it. He continued, knowing he was driving Quatre mad with pleasure and he didn't stop until he heard a low moan from above.

"I told you to stay quiet," Trowa said, standing up. He picked a pair of nipple clamps from a nearby table. "Now I'll have to punish you further." He sucked Quatre's nipples until they were hard and then attached the clamps.

Quatre winced.

Trowa ran his fingers down the side of Quatre's cheek. "Not yet."

In the next hour Trowa kissed every part of Quatre's exposed body, ran his fingers over the skin. He coated his fingers with lube and slowly inserted one finger and then another into Quatre's opening, stretching him carefully and slowly. When Quatre couldn't resist any more, and his harsh breaths became moans, Trowa turned him around to face the wall and took him.

"You can speak now," Trowa said when he was fully inside his lover.

"Please, Trowa…"

Trowa fisted Quatre's cock stroking him on time with his thrusts.

"I'm sorry, Trowa, please, I'm sorry."

Trowa kissed Quatre's neck over and over again.

"I'm sorry. I love you…"

Trowa came, screaming Quatre's name and burying his head on Quatre's shoulder. With shaky fingers he released Quatre's cockring, and Quatre came.

Later that night they fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, things would be alright.

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And that's it for the smut today. Hope you enjoyed. Next, some icons.