random ficness
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kh_drabblewell, i kind of went on a fic rampage the other night after posting here, so here's something fairly random and disturbing.
oh, and i'm a loser, and i actually came up with a really cute idea for the breaking challenge... after i had already submitted a fic for it. -_- so basically, since i'm assuming you're only allowed one entry per challenge, because that would make sense... *makes the most pathetic face ever* is there any way you can withdraw an entry in place of another? i know that's incredibly lame, and i completely understand if you guys don't allow that, but i thought i'd ask. >.< grr. i'm so angry at myself that i could hurt something, but it's my own stupid fault, so too bad for me. bleah.
moving on.
no challenge
title: wishful thinking
word count: 155
notes: **yaoi and NC-17-ish.** nothing too horribly graphic, but you can definitely tell what's going on. also, this pairing is pretty dark and some people might find it fairly disturbing, though i really don't want to say what it is because i'm interested to see how many people can figure it out. so, yes. if any of that weirds you out, then you probably want to steer clear. for the rest of you, have fun. ^__^
God, his touch was like ice. It made him shiver, even as each thrust left him breathless and wanting. The familiar body pressed up against him; surrounding, invading, consuming. So cold.
"Sora..." It was almost a whisper.
And he could almost believe it, if it weren't for those eyes. Those horrible, yellow, lifeless eyes. Even now, with his fists clenched in the sheets and eyes screwed shut, he could still see them.
"Sora..." Desperate.
He hated those eyes. Hated them because they were the one thing that shattered the illusion. The one thing that could have brought him some small amount of comfort. They couldn't even give him that.
He struggled to fight back a moan.
It was a lie. He knew it in his heart, but he couldn't help it. He let his body believe it, just this once. Because even if it was a lie, it was the only thing he had left.
end
oh, and i'm a loser, and i actually came up with a really cute idea for the breaking challenge... after i had already submitted a fic for it. -_- so basically, since i'm assuming you're only allowed one entry per challenge, because that would make sense... *makes the most pathetic face ever* is there any way you can withdraw an entry in place of another? i know that's incredibly lame, and i completely understand if you guys don't allow that, but i thought i'd ask. >.< grr. i'm so angry at myself that i could hurt something, but it's my own stupid fault, so too bad for me. bleah.
moving on.
no challenge
title: wishful thinking
word count: 155
notes: **yaoi and NC-17-ish.** nothing too horribly graphic, but you can definitely tell what's going on. also, this pairing is pretty dark and some people might find it fairly disturbing, though i really don't want to say what it is because i'm interested to see how many people can figure it out. so, yes. if any of that weirds you out, then you probably want to steer clear. for the rest of you, have fun. ^__^
God, his touch was like ice. It made him shiver, even as each thrust left him breathless and wanting. The familiar body pressed up against him; surrounding, invading, consuming. So cold.
"Sora..." It was almost a whisper.
And he could almost believe it, if it weren't for those eyes. Those horrible, yellow, lifeless eyes. Even now, with his fists clenched in the sheets and eyes screwed shut, he could still see them.
"Sora..." Desperate.
He hated those eyes. Hated them because they were the one thing that shattered the illusion. The one thing that could have brought him some small amount of comfort. They couldn't even give him that.
He struggled to fight back a moan.
It was a lie. He knew it in his heart, but he couldn't help it. He let his body believe it, just this once. Because even if it was a lie, it was the only thing he had left.
end
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