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[theraichu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 4 is up!

Summary: Now that Sunset Shimmer has friends, she's never been happier. Or she would be, if they didn't keep abandoning her.

Tags, Warnings, and Rating are under the 'Keep Reading'.

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: My Little Pony Generation 4: Equestria Girls (Cartoon 2013), My Little Pony Generation 4: Friendship Is Magic (Cartoon 2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mane Six Ensemble & Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Sunset Shimmer & Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls)

Characters: Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Mane Six Ensemble (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls), Spike (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls)

Additional Tags: Angst, Betrayal, Abandonment, Loneliness, Canon Backstory, Post-Canon, Anon-a-miss (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls), Movie: Forgotten Friendship (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls), Post-Movie, Alicorn Princess Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Sunset Shimmer Needs a Hug (My Little Pony G4)

@juneofdoom  

[wither-storm-productions]

My TSAMS fanfic is done............for now

i did the first chapter soooooooooo if yall like it i'll make chapter two :3

:3 It's an AU where the astrals are kinda the villian you'll see it's like a preqeul on TSAMS yeah abt this planet called digon where the

[lullaby-for-a-shark]

bouta write a free verse poetry Normal Oak angsty mental health fanfic

[morenotles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale Additional Tags: Conversations, Restraints Summary:

"What were the possible symptoms again? Hallucinations, fever, mental impairment, disassociation, psychosis." Peter's ticking them off on his fingers, like they're in class.

[katiehavok]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

We’re back on the Newtina train, so here -- have some Halloween-themed fic for your perusal. Watch out, though, because things aren’t quite what they seem...or are they?

Also on fanfic.net for those who prefer that site.

Enjoy and remember that likes, reblogs and comments are love!

[imjustthemechanic]

The Stone Knight

Part 1/? - Two Statues Part 2/? - A Curious Interview Part 3/? - John Doe Part 4/? - Escape Attempt Part 5/? - Making the News Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - More Impossible Part 8/? - The Shield Thieves Part 9/? - Reality Sinks In Part 10/? - Preparing a Quest Part 11/? - The Marvelous History of Sir Stephen Part 12/? - Uninvited Guests Part 13/? - So That’s What It Does Part 14/? - The What and the Where

Once again, our heroes sit down and try to figure out what happens next with their now larger and much more complicated party.

Of course, the same principle applied to their actions as to Totenkopf's – just because they knew what they needed to do didn't mean they knew how to do it.

“So now what?” asked Dr. Wilson. “What do we do, just go to the Orkneys and check all the henges one by one? How many are there?”

“Well, we know we don't need to check the Twelve Apostles because I can already see that's not the one,” said DI Carter. “But yeah, there've got to be dozens. Probably way more that have fallen down and nobody knows about them anymore.”

“Well, there's gotta be a better way than visiting them all,” Dr. Wilson said. “We'll be there until next year! How were you planning on finding it, way back when?” he asked Sir Stephen. “Did you have, I don't know, a mystical druid or somebody who was going to show you the way?”

“No,” Sir Stephen admitted. “As you say, we thought we would simply visit them all in turn until we found the one that matched the map. We think the Red Death had a way to rule them out, but we never knew for sure.”

“We do know a couple of things,” said DI Carter. “We know it's thirteen stones, and we know they're not in a circle...”

“Medieval maps aren't known for their accurate cartography,” Natasha said dubiously, “and we don't even know for sure it's a stone circle. That's just what Sir Steve thinks it is. Maybe it's a riddle instead of a map.”

DI Carter shook her head. “We've got to make some assumptions or it's like Dr. Wilson said – we'll be here for months,” she said. “In the force, if we have unknowns we start with the strictest set of criteria and rule those possibilities out first, and only then do we cast our net a little wider. So we'll start with thirteen stones in an oval.” She looked around at the pictures and bookshelves on the walls. “This is an archaeology department,” she observed. “Do you have, I don't know, some kind of list of henges in the Orkneys? Preferably with maps?”

“Yes!” squealed Sue. “We do!”

Her voice sounded so odd that everybody turned to look at her, and when they did they found her eyes wide and her hands held out, as if she were terrified and grabbing at the one straw of a thing she understood here. “Lau's Enquête sur l'Ecosse Néolithique! I found it mis-shelved in the Spanish section of the faculty library at the end of last term! I'll go get it right away!” she said, and literally ran out the door to find the room.

“Uh... is she gonna be okay?” asked Rushman.

“I hope so,” said Nat. Sue was an organizer – her job as department secretary was to keep things in order for a dozen scatterbrained professors. Her world needed to make meticulous sense and she'd just witnessed something that made no sense whatsover. Nat could only be grateful that she hadn't been present for Zola's transformation, or the poor woman would probably have lost her mind.

“We have it!” Sue shouted through the wall. “Here it is!”

She bustled back into the room with a very large hardcover book bound in blue canvas – if the cover had ever had a paper sleeve, it had fallen apart long ago. Sue put it down on her desk and opened it so she could fold out a map for them. “This should be just what your research requires,” she declared. “Come on, let's get you all comfortable in the meeting room, and I'll see if I can find you some cookies.” Her voice had a high-pitched, desperate edge to it that made Natasha think she was going to pass out at any moment.

Nat went and reached out a hand, but did not actually touch the woman. “Sue,” she said, “I know I'm not the department head, but... why don't you take the rest of the day off.” People had their weirdness threshholds and Sue had clearly reached hers.

Sue grabbed Nat's arm. The relief in her face was obvious, and it was merely a bit of politeness that she asked, “are you sure?”

“Very sure,” said Nat. “Go visit Brandon or something. I bet he misses you.”

“Oh, thank you, Natalie,” said Sue. “I do think I need a break. Yes, thank you very much.”

“You're welcome.” Nat patted her shoulder, and the others made way for her to bustle out of the room.

Natasha locked the office door so they wouldn't be disturbed, and everybody got themselves settled into the library. This was a tiny room behind Sue's office, crammed with bookshelves that just barely left room for a table and chairs. The shelves held everything from textbooks of old English to more archaeological surveys to a disintegrating Penguin Classics edition of the Prose Eddas, and there was a single small window, above the radiator, that looked out on the car park. Through this, Nat could see Sue getting into her car. Hopefully she would be okay. Natasha liked Sue.

There were four chairs in the library, but with Allen Rushman there were now five people in their party, so Natasha parked herself on the edge of the table as she opened the book for Sir Stephen. When she thought about it, the Enquête sur l'Ecosse Néolithique was a perfect piece of the modern world – a book about Scotland, written in French, by a man who'd been born in Taipei. When else in human history would you find something like that?

It was also exactly what they needed – one of the appendices included detailed survey maps of all the larger known stone circles in Scotland, all to scale and with north at the top, and documenting the suspected locations of missing stones. If any trace of their circle still existed, it ought to be in there. She turned to the section with the fold-out maps, and slid it across the table to Sir Stephen. “Look through this,” she told him. “If you find any that look like your ring, put one of these on it so it sticks out at the side.” She gave him a package of post-it notes. “They're sticky.”

“Thank you,” said Sir Stephen, and reverently unfolded the first map. He would be from an age when books were rare and precious, she observed. They wouldn't have to worry about him being rough with them. “I had not expected any part of my quest to take place in a library,” he added.

“I'd say libraries are where most questing goes on these days,” said Natasha.

In order not to distract him, the rest of them filed back out into Sue's office, where there were more chairs and more space not to feel like they were sardines in a book-liken can. Rushman went to pour himself another cup of coffee, the first one having been spilled when Natasha attacked him. Dr. Wilson wandered around looking at the posters and replica artefacts that decorated the room, and DI Carter checked her email.

“Hughes identified the blood from the warehouse floor,” she announced.

“Pierce's?” asked Nat. She wasn't sure if that would surprise her or not. She had a feeling Mr. Pierce, trying to convince her his statues were real, was not merely a victim in this after all... but she was also plenty familiar with people who turned on their allies the moment they were no longer useful.

“No. It's a guy named Mick O'Herlihy. We had his profile because he'd been arrested for breaking into people's cars six years ago. We did community service and we let him go.” Carter frowned. “Why is his name familiar?”

“The Loch Ness Monster guy was O'Herlihy,” said Nat. Could they be relatives? Or was this just a coincidence.

“Oh, right.” Carter nodded. “That's why. Anyway, she says she's gonna work on the shield right away, but it might be a problem getting DNA off of something made of beat-up wood and leather. She's as likely to get a profile for the tree or the cow as for whoever bled on it.”

“Fair enough,” said Natasha. Now they just had to wait for Sir Stephen to find a match, if one even existed. In the mean time... she looked over at Rushman. What the hell was she going to do about him?

He looked back at her, and ventured a timid smile. “So, uh, who are your friends?” he asked uncomfortably. He was trying to sound as if everything were normal. He knew it was not.

Natasha thought of telling him that they weren't really friends, but didn't feel it was worth it. “Well, that's Detective Inspector Sharon Carter from Inverness.”

“Hi,” said Carter.

“Nice to meet you, Inspector.” Rushman stood up straight to shake her hand.

“This is Dr. Sam Wilson, who worked at Raigmore Hospital,” Nat went on.

Rushman shook his hand, too. “That was a terrible thing to hear about,” he said, referring to the hospital falling down. “Any clue who did it yet? Has anyone claimed responsibility?”

“I don't know,” Dr. Wilson said. “I've been pretty busy.”

“We're working on it,” Carter promised.

“And the guy we left in the other room is Sir Stephen of Rogsey,” Natasha finished. “He's a Saxon knight from the eleventh century. Or at least, he thinks he is.” The unspoken corollary hung in the air: like you think you're my father.

“I see,” said Rushman. “And, uh... what are you all doing with the stone circle thing?”

“We're on a quest,” said Carter, in a perfect deadpan. “We seek the Holy Grail.”

Rushman seemed to decide that made about as much sense as any of the rest of it. “I'm not sure what kind of help I can be with that,” he said. “I've only seen the movie... I've been to Stonehenge, though,” he offered, and smiled at Natasha. “That was your Mom and I's second honeymoon, remember? You stayed with your aunt in the city, and she said she took you to the museum...” his voice trailed off as Natasha shook her head.

“I don't remember,” she said.

She felt a little bad for him honestly. In Rushman's own mind, he'd come all this way to see a daughter who'd thrown him on the floor and told him he didn't exist... or had he? Maybe that was just what Zola, or somebody else, wanted Natasha to think? She couldn't shake the feeling that this was deliberately playing on her emotions, giving her something she'd always wished she had in an attempt to weaken her. Maybe to soften her belief in objective truth, the kind she tried to uncover in mossy ruins and smashed pottery, and make her more open to some alternate version of reality. That was what Zola had said in the police station: truth is something we make up. This was certainly an ample demonstration.

“So your parents left you, huh?” Rushman asked.

“I'm sure they had their reasons,” Nat told him. She'd hated them for it once, but since then she'd come to realize that the world was more complicated. “That was during the end days of the USSR, shortly after Chernobyl. Maybe they had no money. Maybe they were dying of radiation sickness.” Either way, she liked to hope they hadn't actually known who they were leaving her with. If they'd believed their daughter had been raised and loved... well, that was just another beautiful lie, wasn't it?

“Well, on their behalf, I apologize,” said Rushman. “They don't know what they missed.”

“They didn't miss anything,” said Nat. “Whatever you remember about me isn't real. I never did any of that.”

“You were never in ballet recitals?” He smiled kindly. “Never built snowmen? You weren't your high school valedictorian?”

Nat shook her head. “None of that,” she said.

“Oh.” He fell silent, and Nat couldn't help feeling like she'd robbed him of something.

For a moment Rushman just stood swirling his coffee. Then he drained the cup and put it down on the table.

“I came here to see you,” he told Natasha. “If you don't want to see me, I guess I might as well just go home.”

Nat's gut reaction was that this was a terrible idea. If he were something Zola had created, somebody they couldn't trust, then she didn't want him out of her sight. Keep your friends close, the saying went, but your enemies closer. Besides, there was another complicating factor.

“Do you have a home?” Nat asked. His address in Manhasset was for an empty lot, and his phone number didn't exist. His credit cards and passport probably didn't either. What would happen if he tried to go home? What would happen when he got there?

“Of course I do,” he said. “I was just there last night!”

“You didn't even exist last night,” said Nat. She sighed. “We'll figure something out.”

There was something else, too – if Natasha wasn't sure she could trust Rushman, then how did she know she could trust Sir Stephen? He seemed to believe he was in the right, but was he? After all, his goal was the same as he claimed the bad guys' was, to find the Holy Grail.

Maybe that was the real reason Nat liked archaeology, she thought. It was full of puzzles and politics, but none of them had immediate consequences. If DI Carter had been investigating the case of a man accused of murdering his two young nephews in order to steal their inheriance, it would be a case with grieving relatives and demands for justice, not to mention the national scandal if they'd been members of the royal family. If Nat were doing it, then King Richard III and the Princes in the Tower were long dead, and historians and archaeologists could theorize however they wanted without worrying that they were ruining somebody's life. When you made it real, it just wasn't fun anymore.

[dr-fumbles-mcstupid]

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn

So here is a snippet of the Ani/Obi/Dala Moulin rouge AU I am working on. Also under the cut is my very first attempt at porn, Let me know what you think!

Anakin took slow, even breaths as he piloted the air car through Coruscant's heavy traffic; trying to steady his nerves. “Okay. You can do this Anikin.” He said trying to embolden himself as the air car glided to a smooth stop outside of a gaudy building in the mid level of Coruscant. It was influenced by the Delman movement, all curving lines that met  right under the sign that spelled out Moulin Rouge in bright yellow lights.  He stepped out of the vehicle and nervously smoothed down his clothes. He tried to relax his rigid posture, He had dressed down for tonight, so he had to make sure his bearing didn’t scream Jedi. He knew other Jedi frequented the Moulin Rouge (It was Quinlan Vos who had pestered him into actually visiting the place). He looked in the air car window and adjusted his hair and let his shoulders loosen.”It’s now or never” he muttered to himself under his breath as he walked towards the club.

The line to get into the place was by no means small, but as Quinlan had assured him, the place wasn’t as popular as some of the lower level night clubs. When it was his turn to pay, his hands were trembling so bad he almost dropped the credit chit. The wookie Bouncer barked in laughter and Anakin could feel his cheeks warming with a blush and cursed the fact that he never mastered his Qui-Gon’s Sabbac face. As soon as he was able he hustled his way in.

As a Jedi, he had been in a lot of Opulent places, and this place was definitely trying to emulate that. The carpet was a deep red and his feet sunk into it with each step. The ceiling had intricate crown moldings. The room was lit with crystal chandeliers highlighting the murals on the wall that Anakin didn’t want to look too closely at. He entered the main room and froze trying to take in the sights all around him. There were synth silk strips of every color  hanging from the ceiling with people of various species contorted into elegant shapes. A pink skinned Twi'lek was commanding most of the eyes in the room.

The lights went low in the room as the acrobats untangled themselves from their silks and came to the ground. When the spotlight came on the stage, there were two men and a woman on it.  The song’s first sweet notes started up a man with fiery red hair and a beard strode to the middle of the stage and pulled the petite Togruta flush against his body. Anakin was immediately mesmerized. The man moved with such confidence and grace, it looked as though he had complete control over every muscle in his body. The bearded man slid his right hand up the woman’s side and along her arm with intent until his hand met hers. His other hand snapped to her waist. They moved across the stage like they were walking on air, with not an inch of space between them. They were as close as two people grinding on each other in a club but this seemed so much more intimate. Anakin had to adjust himself as he watched. The Bearded man lifted the woman effortlessly into the air and tossed her to the other man. Anakin knew he was supposed to be following the Togruta’s movements across the stage, But he was mesmerized by the red head. The other man lifted the woman and traveled across the stage to where the red head was and placed her between them. The three of them  danced sinuously around each other, each move elegant and incredibly provocative. The final note of the music echoed through the room as the dancers struck their final pose. It was completely silent for a moment, and then the audience erupted with applause, cheers, and whistles. The dancers made their final bows and left the stage.

The performers all filtered out into the audience and chatted with them. Anakin was just trying to figure out what to do next when a smooth pleasant voice with a Coruscanti accent interrupted him. “I saw you watching me rather intently during my performance.”

Anakin turned around to see the red headed man from the dance earlier. “I- uh - yes. I really Uh enjoyed your performance.” He stuttered, mentally cursing himself for how far from smooth that was.

The man smiled “My name is Obi-Wan, what can I call you?” he asked, moving even closer into Anakin's personal space.

“I’m Anakin.”  He blurted out and then winced, he shouldn’t have used his real name. People who frequent these sorts of places use false names, right?

“Well Anakin, how would you like a dance?” Obi-Wan inquired, reaching his hand out toward the younger man.He froze for a second before he came to a decision. He came here for a reason, and if he had has choice of anyone in this place, it would be Obi-Wan. Anakin took a deep breath and grasped Obi-Wan’s hand. The smile he gave in response lit up all of his features and made something in Anakin's stomach flutter. He flushed as Obi-Wan slid his other hand onto Anakin's waist and pulled him closer.

Obi-Wan started guiding Anakin across the floor in time with the slow music. He marveled at how graceful the older man’s movements were. Anakin felt like a youngling stumbling over his own feet in comparison.

The room Obi-Wan led him to was sparsely furnished. There was a gold couch, a massive bed framed with a twisting headboard carved from some sort of wood, and a small dresser next to the bed. The room also had the same plush carpet as the rest of the building. Obi-Wan took Anakin by the arm and led him to the bed where he gently pushed him into a sitting position on the bed  and kneeled down in front of him. Anakin's body immediately went rigid. “You're so stiff,” Obi-Wan said as he ran his hands soothingly up the younger man’s thighs. “You need to relax.”

The older man stood up and set himself down lightly on the bed next to Anakin. He moved in towards the younger man and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Anakin froze for a second and Obi-Wan was about to pull away when Anakin responded. Obi-Wan grazed his teeth across Anakin's lip and a moan escaped him.

They kissed for what felt like forever until Anakin was drowning in it. He felt Obi-Wan run his hands under his shirt and threw his head back with a gasp as the other man’s finger grazed his nipple. Obi-Wan took the opportunity to mouth at his neck. It felt like his hands were everywhere and every place he touched left a trail of fire behind. Wanting more, Anakin reached down and tried to pull his shirt over his head only to get it stuck. Obi-Wan laughed and reached up to unbutton a few buttons and help Anakin get it over his head. Obi-Wan pushed the younger man down onto the bed and took his time kissing his way down his body, Anakin quivering the whole time. When Obi-Wan reached Anakin's pants he looked up into his eyes and grinned wickedly. Anakin whined as Obi-Wan pulled back and took off Anakin's boots. He was so distracted he didn’t notice when Obi-Wan froze at the sight of the Jedi’s lightsaber he had kept tucked in his boot. Obi-wan quickly composed himself and took off the other boot. Anakin drew in a breath as obi-Wan ran his hands up the younger man’s thighs and pulled off his pants and underwear in one go. With nothing restricting it, Anakin's cock sprung free. He bit back a moan as Obi-Wan took him in hand and started to stroke. It was so much better than when he did this himself. He gasped as a wet heat engulfed his cock and his eyes flew open to the sight of Obi-Wan with his mouth on Anakin's dick. It took everything he had not to buck up into the older man’s mouth. His hands were in the sheets and he was convulsively gripping and releasing it. The sound of his heart beating rapidly in his chest filled his ears and all he could look at was his cock sliding in and out of Obi-Wan’s mouth.  He felt pressure building and building and just as he thought it would burst, Obi-Wan stopped. As he pulled back Anakin whimpered. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I rather thought it would be you fucking me.” Obi-Wan smirked.

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Give Me You:  Chapter 4

Daisuke clenched his teeth and used the fact Kaiser couldn’t see his face to close his eyes. He expected pain. He expected Kaiser to just take what he wanted.

But like everything else that morning, nothing ended up the way he thought it would.

Except for the fact this was the Kaiser doing it to him, this had to rank up among the most enjoyable experiences of his life. He’d heard about sex before. He’d even done a little fooling around – mostly with himself, given the way the Kaiser liked to ‘favor’ him with possessive kisses on regular occasions – and he sort of knew what it felt like to have this kind of pleasure.

But having someone else do it to him ended up being something on a different scale entirely. Even with the pain from Kaiser’s touch on those nerves, he knew he’d never forget this morning. Even if it never happened again…

But it was going to, wasn’t it? Kaiser’s words sank into him ever more deeply. Kaiser wanted him and would do this to him whenever Kaiser felt like it.

It wasn’t a thought he’d ever wanted to have. He didn’t want it to happen now, not in the rational, thinking clearly part of his mind. Even the not quite thinking so clearly part of his mind didn’t want it all the way. Maybe if the Kaiser wasn’t the Kaiser, if he were really like the way they’d thought Ichijouji Ken was all those years ago…

That wouldn’t have been so bad at all.

He could feel Kaiser’s fingers inside of him. It wasn’t perfect by any means. Stinging. Stretching. But Kaiser took his time, and Daisuke realized with a sinking sensation that Kaiser wanted him, Daisuke, to enjoy this. He wasn’t sure of why, though in what small space of mind he had that wasn’t giving itself over to pure pleasure because it was better than the thought of agonizing pain, he had suspicions.

He’s not hurting me. That’s good.

He’s doing this and I don’t want him to. That’s bad.

I can’t stop him. If I even tried, he’d hurt V-mon and the others. That’s really bad.

He’d knelt to the Kaiser once before and everything came out all right, before the war dragged on into a horrifying stalemate where for every tower destroyed, he just raised up two more, and for every slave freed, another three fell.

There couldn’t be that many Digimon, could there? Surely he’d run out sooner or later…

But then Kaiser’s fingers moved within him and he touched something and Daisuke cried out, his slowly gathering thoughts now scattered to the winds and he didn’t think that he could put them together again, not when Kaiser moved closer to him and he could feel the other against him, knew how aroused and ready he was, and what was going to happen.

His fingers clutched at the sofa. Here, in his own family’s apartment, where he’d always thought he was safe, would be his first time with anyone.

A soft cry spilled from his lips as the Kaiser slowly entered him. He’d wondered before what it would be like, to be inside someone himself, or to have someone taking him like this. Now he knew part of the equation and the answer was: amazing.

Kaiser soon struck a rhythm in his motions that escalated from ‘amazing’ to ‘mind-blowing’. He moved in and out, alternating Daisuke from being filled to empty and back again, sending spirals of unparalleled pleasure rocketing all through Daisuke.

Air no longer seemed necessary, replaced by each thrust inside of him. Daisuke found himself moving with Kaiser’s movements, trying to match the rhythm. The idea of them matching, moving as one, sealed itself into him and he could not have fought it anymore than he could fight his need for food or sleep.

Conscious thought slipped away and Daisuke didn’t try to regain it. All he needed was this feeling of Kaiser inside of him, Kaiser’s hands mapping out his body, Kaiser’s lips caressing his back and shoulders.

If this was the price he paid for his friends being safe, for his partner not being reformatted, then there were so many worse things he could think of that he could’ve been asked to do.

From somewhere on the other side of the pleasure, he could hear Kaiser’s voice.

“Do you like this, Daisuke?”

What else could he say? Lying would’ve required thinking and Daisuke couldn’t get himself together enough to do that right now.

“Yes...”

He arched his back as Kaiser brushed against that spot again, breath coming in short gasps, burying his head against the pillows as all of the pleasure came to an unexpected head.

Oh. He should probably wash those pillows once they were done. Or his parents would give him hell for it.

For the moment, though, he rolled over onto a clean portion of the couch and tried to remember what it felt like to have a fully functioning brain. Kaiser being next to him still didn’t help at all, not with how he kept on stroking Daisuke, and when Daisuke wriggled a bit and opened his eyes, he could see a very satisfied smile on the other’s lips.

“So you did enjoy this after all,” Kaiser all but purred the words out, moving around so he could wrap an arm around Daisuke. Daisuke thought about trying to move away but he felt too good to move any more for the moment. What would be the point, anyway? Kaiser would just pull him back.

“So?” Daisuke shrugged. “Doesn’t mean that I like you. Or that I’m going to help you.”

“I didn’t ask you to. I don’t even need you to.” Kaiser’s smile was a lazy streak of self-satisfaction. “This is all that I want from you, Daisuke.”

“And if I don’t want to give it to you?” Daisuke suspected what the answer would be and he wasn’t disappointed.

“I’ll take it anyway. Like I’ve done already.” Kaiser ran one finger down the side of Daisuke’s face. “It’s just sex, Daisuke. I only want the use of your body on regular occasions. Nothing else.”

Daisuke didn’t trust that for a single moment. But he already knew that Kaiser meant what he said: he hadn’t cared about Daisuke’s permission and forced his co-operation. He’d do it again if he wanted to.

He tilted his head back, letting his brain cells recover, which still wasn’t easy since Kaiser hadn’t stopped touching him. But he did manage to work out a thought.

“If I do this with you, when you want, will you stop threatening our partners?” He stopped for a moment, putting another mental slot into place. “I mean, outside of battle.” He didn’t at all expect Kaiser to give up fighting them. That would’ve been really good, but Daisuke knew it wouldn’t happen.

Kaiser said nothing at all for a few moments. Daisuke couldn’t even tell if he were thinking about what he’d said, that was how still his features were. Silence hung in the air, distant and cold.

“Whenever I want. However I want. I may allow you to have some input, but I am the one in charge of what we do. If something comes up so that you can’t attend when I call you, it had better be a legitimate excuse and not something like ‘you don’t want to’.”

Daisuke peered a bit closer. “So what would a legitimate excuse be?”

“I’ll let you know.” Kaiser gave him a very regal, stern look before the side of his mouth twisted upward. “I’ll even let you decide if you want to tell your friends or not.” His fingers tapped their way down Daisuke’s side. “I personally have no objections to them knowing that you spend at least part of your spare time in my arms.”

Daisuke had no intentions of telling them that. He couldn’t even imagine how they’d look at him.

But to keep them safe? To keep their partners safe? He’d do all of this in a heartbeat.

“You quit threatening anyone else when we’re not in actual battle and it’s a deal.” Daisuke wondered if he’d have to get this in writing from the Kaiser, or if he was one of those types who would be offended that he wasn’t trusted to keep his word.

Daisuke wasn’t actually sure if he should trust Kaiser to keep his word, actual contract or not.

Kaiser pulled him closer and planted a very arousing kiss on Daisuke’s lips. His eyes narrowed after a few seconds, one hand brushing against Daisuke in a way that was far more warning than anything else. He moved his head back a bit.

“Our agreement includes kissing, Motomiya Daisuke. When I kiss you, you return it.”

Oh. He’d never done that before. He’d made such a point of not doing it, either, trying to tell the Kaiser his advances weren’t wanted.

Only now it was different, wasn’t it? Wanted or not, those advances were accepted. Which meant...well…

Daisuke tensed himself up and leaned forward into the kiss, hands moving down to nervously touch the Kaiser’s shoulders. Kaiser’s lips were thin and a bit cold, but Daisuke found himself warming within anyway.

Kaiser pushed him back onto the couch, then grasped one of Daisuke’s wrists and pulled his hand closer. “Remember what I did to you before?” Daisuke nodded, wondering where this was going. “Now you’re going to do it to me.” He caught Daisuke’s gaze quite firmly. “And if you do anything that I don’t like on purpose, the bargain is off.”

Daisuke swallowed. He hoped he’d be a quick learner for this.

To Be Continued

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