Gratuitous Kink
Feb. 1st, 2007 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarill. . . is the title of one of Manna's thirty-five amazing stories set in her dark future distopia, The Administration. Three of them are full-length novels; three of them are novellas; and all the rest are oneshots. There is graphic yaoi sex; there is a plot. I found it one fine summer day, and doing nothing else but waking up, reaing, eating, and sleeping, it took me two straight weeks to get all the way through. I recommend you plan for some time before you start reading this, because it deserves your full attention and once it's got your teeth into you, it will not let go.
Whee! Thursdays are for pimpin'.
Also, because drabbles are fun:
Title: Nine Years
Fandom: DP, owned by Butch Hartman; also the AS RP
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Danny was sixteen.
This was not the problem. The problem was:
Danny was still sixteen, and he was twenty-five.
For some reason, one he couldn’t fully articulate, he’d expected Danny to come out of that sarcophagus older that he’d gone in, even knowing that time didn’t work quite right inside of it. (He was working on why, but it wasn’t magic and Clockwork wasn’t saying a thing.) He’d expected everything to get better when they got Danny out, and instead it had just . . .
Well, it was better. For the first time in years, the resistance was not losing ground, and with Danny, Dan, and what was left of Vlad leading double- and triple-pronged attacks on Pariah’s forces, they sometimes even gained ground. Lancer-the version that he had seen corrupted devoured by the shade of a ghost, not the one who had inexplicably come out of the past to save them-was gone. It was no longer a question of if there was a future, but what they’d do when they rebuilt the world.
But.
Danny was still sixteen, and he was twenty-five.
***
Because Alt!Future!RP!Kwan is fun.
. . . also,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kimurasato, you make this too easy.
***
Title: Technus PWP
Fandom: DP, Butch Hartman's ward, although I think I'd make a much better legal guardian
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic yaoi sex; don't like, don't read
“Well, that feels different,” he said.
“You want that I should stop?” asked Technus.
“I said different! Not bad! Different! Oh!” This last because another of Technus’ wires had just done something very interesting to his ear, which he had never previously though of as an erogenous zone.
Then again, as far a Technus was concerned, his entire body seemed to be one big erogenous zone.
And there was another one skimming his skin there, and one sending small jolts of sensation when it brushed, ever so softly, against his erection, and-how many of these does he have?-a second one pushing to join the first already inside him.
“P-please,” he arched a little into caresses both teasing and promising. Technus complied, the wires withdrew for an endless moment of emptiness, and then Technus was there, warm and real and-
“Scream for me,” Technus whispered in his ear, an instant before the electricity hit him in a crackling wave. It flowed through him, around him, covered him inside and out in a layer of pleasure for which there was no words.
He screamed.
Later-much later-as he lay basking in the afterglow and in Technus’ presence, a warm breath in his ear almost mocked, “And you didn’t want to try that. Believe me now?”
“Oh yes,” he agreed, “they’re fun gadgets.”
***
And yes, this was written in the waiting room of my brother's violin school, while two soccer moms talked about the price of gas in the background. I'm almost sure one of them was reading it, too.
When I said one prompt at a time, I meant one per person at a time, not one at a time period. I need to have things to think about while filing color approvals. Ugh.
Whee! Thursdays are for pimpin'.
Also, because drabbles are fun:
Title: Nine Years
Fandom: DP, owned by Butch Hartman; also the AS RP
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Danny was sixteen.
This was not the problem. The problem was:
Danny was still sixteen, and he was twenty-five.
For some reason, one he couldn’t fully articulate, he’d expected Danny to come out of that sarcophagus older that he’d gone in, even knowing that time didn’t work quite right inside of it. (He was working on why, but it wasn’t magic and Clockwork wasn’t saying a thing.) He’d expected everything to get better when they got Danny out, and instead it had just . . .
Well, it was better. For the first time in years, the resistance was not losing ground, and with Danny, Dan, and what was left of Vlad leading double- and triple-pronged attacks on Pariah’s forces, they sometimes even gained ground. Lancer-the version that he had seen corrupted devoured by the shade of a ghost, not the one who had inexplicably come out of the past to save them-was gone. It was no longer a question of if there was a future, but what they’d do when they rebuilt the world.
But.
Danny was still sixteen, and he was twenty-five.
***
Because Alt!Future!RP!Kwan is fun.
. . . also,
kimurasato, you make this too easy.***
Title: Technus PWP
Fandom: DP, Butch Hartman's ward, although I think I'd make a much better legal guardian
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic yaoi sex; don't like, don't read
“Well, that feels different,” he said.
“You want that I should stop?” asked Technus.
“I said different! Not bad! Different! Oh!” This last because another of Technus’ wires had just done something very interesting to his ear, which he had never previously though of as an erogenous zone.
Then again, as far a Technus was concerned, his entire body seemed to be one big erogenous zone.
And there was another one skimming his skin there, and one sending small jolts of sensation when it brushed, ever so softly, against his erection, and-how many of these does he have?-a second one pushing to join the first already inside him.
“P-please,” he arched a little into caresses both teasing and promising. Technus complied, the wires withdrew for an endless moment of emptiness, and then Technus was there, warm and real and-
“Scream for me,” Technus whispered in his ear, an instant before the electricity hit him in a crackling wave. It flowed through him, around him, covered him inside and out in a layer of pleasure for which there was no words.
He screamed.
Later-much later-as he lay basking in the afterglow and in Technus’ presence, a warm breath in his ear almost mocked, “And you didn’t want to try that. Believe me now?”
“Oh yes,” he agreed, “they’re fun gadgets.”
***
And yes, this was written in the waiting room of my brother's violin school, while two soccer moms talked about the price of gas in the background. I'm almost sure one of them was reading it, too.
When I said one prompt at a time, I meant one per person at a time, not one at a time period. I need to have things to think about while filing color approvals. Ugh.
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Date: 2007-02-02 05:11 am (UTC)Ooo, now I want to know who Technus was sexing up. O=
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Date: 2007-02-02 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-02 05:18 am (UTC)Prompt: Why Vlad was so keen on a clone of Danny specifically instead of one of Maddie or a hybrid clone of himself and Maddie.
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Date: 2007-02-08 07:20 am (UTC)And now... I love you. I have never seen Technus smut before. Fun gadgets indeed. XD
That's all. *disappears like a ninja*
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Date: 2007-02-09 02:34 am (UTC)And . . . you have never seen Technus smut? I can tell that you have never been to the
Ninjas are fun. Mind if I friend you? [does so anyway]
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Date: 2007-02-09 05:50 am (UTC)XD Only if you mind if I friend you. *follows suit and friends you*