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vendetta "Can I tell you a secret?"

Ok heartwarming and fluffy vendetta. I can do this. It's not going to turn painful. Really.

It had been ten years since Thomas all but lost his sight. Chris had been trying to restore his sight ever since, the guilt haunting his dreams when he couldn't hold his brother close, the knowledge that he couldn't save his youngest brother's life or Thomas' sight ate away at his soul ever since that horrid night.

It had been nine years since he first began to think about Thomas is such inappropriate ways. A way of handling the grief, he'd told himself. The screams of his brothers still haunted him at night, even when he held Thomas close. And when he didn't hear their screams he began to hear Thomas' moans. It was disgusting.

Eight years ago, he realised Thomas seemed to feel the same. Or at least had something of a childish crush on him. Perhaps because they'd spent so much time together as Chris tried to figure out how to return Thomas' sight.

Seven years since Nasch had accused him for an incestuous affair with his brother.

And finally Chris couldn't stand it anymore.

They were lying in bed together in the early morning light, Chris playing with Thomas' hair. His brother moved slightly and Chris hissed softly as Thomas' body pushed back against him.

"Thomas, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

He rolled Thomas over and cupped his cheek. Thomas' all but blind eyes lifted to meet his gaze although Chris doubted he could see much of his face. "I love you, Thomas."

"I love you too."

"Can I kiss you?"

Thomas grinned. "It's about bloody time."

Chris smiled, leaning down, their lips meeting in a soft, cautious kiss. Finally. After so long he was finally able to kiss Thomas. And he could finally put to rest his fears about whether Thomas would return his feelings or not. He had his answers. Thomas really did love him too. Despite everything else trying that should stop them being together, Chris pulled Thomas close, loving the way Thomas' hands tangling into his hair as they kiss slowly deepened. Thomas loved him. That was all he needed in life.

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1.Leadshipping

1. grinding up against the other

Durbe gasped softly as Vector pressed against his back. The pair had moved out together only a few days ago and were doing their best to prepare the apartment for Ryoga. They had to get Ryoga out of the orphanage as soon as possible. Vector had only been able to move in with Durbe because he was over nearly eighteen and no one really wanted him there. Durbe and Ryoga loved him though and that was what mattered.

"What are you up to?" Durbe murmured. "Shouldn't you be unpacking."

"I'm working on it," Vector replied, gripping his hips and grinding up against him. Durbe hissed and gripped the kitchen counter. "But there's time for fun, right?"

"Ryoga won't be happy if we leave him behind any longer than necessary," he snapped. Still despite his complaints, Durbe pushed back against him. "We need to get him out of the orphanage."

"All work and no play, Durbe," he teased.

He grinned, pulling Durbe back against him, biting Durbe's neck as he rolled his hips, grinding shamelessly against him once more. Durbe gave a cry and collapsed forwards, bent over the counter. He and Durbe had never really been close, they were both mad about Ryoga and Ryoga seemed to love both of them. That was enough for them. But if they had to live alone together for a while before they could ave Ryoga, they could get to know each other a little more, couldn't they?

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Leadshipping 22

22. trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting

Welcome to the messed up life or Durbe and Vector growing up together.

Durbe stiffened and Vector grinned, ignoring their mothers' glares.

It wasn't his fault. Their fathers behaved like this all the time. He and Durbe had been hidden under the table during meetings and had seen their fathers playing. They'd sat under the table as their fathers, thinking they were all alone in the grand hall, fucked on the table. Vector had to clamp his hand over Durbe's moth more than once. He'd kissed Durbe to silence him once, pushed him to the ground and run his hands over him, their soft pants and moans masked by those of their fathers and the groaning and creaking of the table.

Durbe was glaring at him too as Vector teased him under the table. Their mothers seem to notice but their fathers were far more interested in gazing at each other as they worked over new plans for invasion, smiling at each other every time their hands brushed. Vector would only assume they thought they were being discreet. 

"Your highness," Durbe hissed, his head rolling back against the back of the chair, gripping the edge of the table.

His breath hitched and Vector smirked. He was going to take so much pleasure in seeing Durbe suppress his screams.

"Vector, behave," his mother snapped. Vector sighed and leant back against the chair, giving Durbe a reprieve for now. "Thank you."

Durbe let out a slow breath and Vector smiled, returning his attention to their fathers' plans for a while. After maybe fifteen minutes, when Durbe had taken enough time to relax and think he was in the clear, Vector slid his foot up Durbe's leg and between his thighs once more. Durbe let out a small squeak and his eyes fell shut. Vector grinned. Durbe was never going to be let off. He was Vector's pet until he drew his last breath.

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Keyshipping 11

11. trying to turn the other on

Ok i don't really ship Astral much really but lets see what I can do

"Hey, do you think your gems are sensitive like that Barians?"

Astral frowned, watching Yuma floating in the air around his key ship. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Astral's waist. It was nice to be able to have physical contact with Yuma in his world within the key.

"Perhaps," Astral replied. "I have never had anyone touch them so I would not know."

"Can I try then?" Yuma said, moving around to float in front of him.

"Yes," he said, nodding slightly. "I do not see any harm."

Yuma beamed and reached up slowly, brushing one of the gems on his shoulder, stroking softly. Astral shiver slightly. It was sensitive, yes, but he didn't yet know if it was pleasant or not. He'd heard from the Barians that their gems were highly sensitive and touching them was a pleasurable experience. Astral couldn't tell what this was yet but Yuma kept moving his hand over the gem and sending shivers through him.

"What do you think?" Yuma whispered.

"I am not entirely sure," Astral replied. "It is certainly sensitive. I feel it and it is not unpleasant but I am not sure what to make of it."

"Maye you just need warming up."

Astral was about to tell him he wasn't cold at all but all words were completely lost when Yuma's mouth sealed over his.

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yandereshipping 21

21. leaving hickeys on the other’s neck

In which the Arclights returned around the time of Yuma and Shark's hospital healing duel. Tiny bit foilshipping and aztecshipping too (shut up this is one of my favourite love triangles/threesomes)

"Michael," Shingestu moaned. He gasped and gripped Michal's shoulders, tilting his head back. Michael chuckled and pressed closer against him. "Ah, Michael, I uh-" He whined and his eyes fell shut as Michael's teeth grazed his skin. "Michael!"

Michael pulled off Shingetsu's tie and stuffed it into his moan to silence him, not that it did much good. "Shut up, Shingetsu, people will hear you."

Shingetsu moaned and Michael bit at his neck, sucking and licking and working on littering his neck with marks. Yuma was all wide eyed and blushy around Shingetsu. Michael wasn't going to stand for that. Maybe if Yuma saw him marked it would put him off enough to stop him ignoring Michael. He gripped Shingetsu's hips and he moaned through his tie, tugging at Michael's hair and pulling him closer.

"Yuma..."

Shingetsu stiffened and glared down at him and Michael smiled sheepishly, although he was smirking a little on the inside. He knew that sweetness was just an act. Just as much as he and Thomas put on masks. So what was he hiding and what did it have to do with Yuuma?

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Ryoga/Yuma/Rio

More Barian!Yuma (hush I love Atla he's adorable)

Merag and Nasch both touched his gems softly and Atla whimpered and jolted, twisting away as much as he could while trapped between the two Lords. Both nuzzled against the gems on his shoulders, Nasch stroking his soul gem and a gem on his arm while Merag teased his hip and thigh, both determined to make him squirm and writhe and moan in pure ecstasy.

And Atla very nearly was the mess the wanted him to be but their emotions flooded thought him and the realisation that he was nothing more than prey to them and this was merely a competition to see who could make him scream their name first hit him like a bucket of cold water.

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(If you're still doing the Semi-NSFW meme) Skyshipping- 3

3. stripping off

Bairan!Yuma au for you because Atla having no idea is lovely

"Yuma?" He didn't move and Kotori ran over, stumbling slightly on the icy surface. "Yuma." She cupped his cheeks and lifted his head slightly. It was him. It was definitely Yuma. "What are you doing out here? Where have you been? Yuma..."

He sat in the snow, wrapping her arms tightly around him and pulling him close into her arms. Yuma didn't respnd but she didn't care. It had been years. It had been two years! Yuma didn't look a day older than when he'd reached out and taken Nasch's hand, vanishing into the light with him and the other Barians, led away by Astral. He still looked so young and innocent. Although as she held him she realised while his face was still young, his body had grown a little.

"What happened, Yuma?" she whispered, sitting back and stroking his cheeks. He looked so dazed. "You said you'd be back soon once you'd seen Nasch off. What happened?"

"Who...?" His eyes were blurred and hazy. "Where's Nasch?"

"Yuma? Don't you remember?"

"Who's Yuma?"

Kotori scowled and helped him up carefully. Yuma didn't fight and let her help him. "You're freezing..."

She sighed and pulled off her coat, wrapping him up and guiding him along  as quickly as she could through the ice back to her home. Yuma just stared ahead, dazed and confused as she hurried him up to her room. He was freezing and soaking and Kotori sat him carefully on the bed. He wasn't shivering though. He didn't seem to care.

"We should get you out of those clothes, Yuma, you'll catch your death."

"Who's Yuma?" he said again.

"You are," Kotori said firmly. "You're Yuma."

"I'm..." He frowned and shook his head. "You must have me confused with someone else. My name is Atla."

"Your name is Yuma!" she snapped. "And your friends and family have been worried about you for two years. You should have seen the mess III was in! Where have you been?! What happened to you?!"

"Where's Nasch? Nasch would explain what's going on. Where is he?"

Something must have happened. Her first thought that Nasch had taken Yuma and brainwashed him was losing weight. Not even brainwashing could break Yuma's spirit like this. He was so lost and dazed. He must have been through some trauma or shock.

"Come on, Yuma," he sighed. "Let's get you into something warm and dry and figure out what's happened to you."

"My name is Atla," Yuma repeated.

But still he stood and slid off her coat then peeled his t-shirt away. Kotori's cheeks flushed and she couldn't help staring. Yuma's face might have remained young but his torso had become toned and beautifully muscular. He reminded her of Alit's human form. His slightly tanned skin was smooth and looked so warm, covered in a soft sheen from his cold sweat.

"Is everything ok?" Yuma whispered. "You're staring at me."

"Yuma..." She stepped forwards, her fingers brushing his chest. His skin was cool to the touch and Kotori got the feeling it wasn't just the snowy weather. There was a scar over his heart and another at his hip. Her fingers slid over the scar on his heart only to brush the red gem set in gold. Her hand jolted back and she stumbled away, staring up at him. Atla. Now it made sense. "You're Barian now."

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