permetaform convinced me I should do this, so...

[lierdumoa]

I bring you a short preview of all my anime fic works in progress. This way I can perhaps trick you into thinking they are worth reading and you can urge me to finish them. The Naruto WIP is not included because what I have of it is handwritten and I don't feel like typing anything out.

Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: He's Not Heavy; He's My Jailbait Boyfriend
Summary: Sequel to Non-Perishables. Sanzo/Goku

Sanzo should be grateful that when Goku hit puberty there was at least a small grace period between the sudden onset of adult lust and the bumbling awkwardness of growth spurt.

He'd gotten one week. One glorious week wherein Gojyo and Hakkai stayed wrapped up in their own post coital stupor ("Tell me you didn't have sex in Jeep you damn kappa"), leaving Sanzo and Goku to explore each other's bodies ("Shut up, monkey -- you're one to talk") in relative peace. The benefit of starting up both relationships simultaneously (a total coincidence) was that, inexplicably, everyone was suddenly on the same page.

Granted, it was a tad disconcerting seeing that slightly too smug smile on Hakkai's face and not being able to tell if it meant "I know all about you and the boy and I'm devilishly amused by it," or "I just figured out how to do this thing with my tongue that makes Gojyo scream like a girl."

He'd gotten one week of having a ridiculously eager, slavishly devoted, insanely limber young youkai in his bed and the freedom to enjoy it without Gojyo's mocking or Hakkai's concerned looks and the self doubt those things inspire. Sanzo knows he should be grateful he got even that, because there's no way Goku would ever have gotten into his pants in the first place with the way he's currently tripping too much over his own feet to even stand up properly. Two inches one month. Three the next. The boy was growing like a weed. Literally.

Now it's about a quarter of the way into month three, and the current situation isn't inspiring Sanzo to feel particularly grateful for anything. The group has been trudging through thick forest for what feels like ages. Goku's managed to trip over twelve protruding branches in the past five minutes. He's even more gangly than he was before. Oddly enough, he seems to be adjusting to his longer reach much more quickly than he is to his longer stride. The result is he's ended up relying on his arms more than his legs in order to keep up with the rest of the group as they traverse the thick wood.

Lets sit back and visualize that for a moment, shall we?

Sanzo wouldn't give two shits either way if not for the fact that Goku has suddenly started taking Gojyo's monkey jokes personally. The idiot's been red in the face since this trek through the forest began, and it's not so cute once Sanzo realizes that for this new, (even more) freakish version of Goku, embarrassment and arousal are mutually exclusive.

Sanzo hasn't gotten laid in days.

The main problem here is that Sanzo doesn't know quite how to shut Gojyo up long enough to get the monkey in the mood without either completely humiliating himself or smacking Gojyo to death like the red-headed step-child he is. Hakkai would probably take exception to the latter. The former would involve admitting considerably more about his relationship with Goku than he's currently willing to admit. To Gojyo, anyway. The latter's beginning to look like a more and more attractive option, even with the possibility of Hakkai's retribution. Sanzo finds himself fondling the safety on his gun.

Abstinence kills.

Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Full Circle (aka crack!fic)
Summary: A magical fuckup leaves Gojyo (the red-haired kappa) and Hakuryuu (the white dragon) melded together into a single body. Gojyo/Hakkai; Hakuryuu/Hakkai

"He says he does not wish to accompany us into town. I have no doubt he is feeling self-conscious about his appearance."

"Maybe he oughta dye it. You know, his hair." Goku said.

I shook my head. "Gojyo would never die his hair. Neither would Hakuryuu, though I suppose he lacked the means or the justification for such an action."

"Well yeah, they woudn't. But they aren't they anymore. They're he."

My goodness, must the boy always speak in italics? I frowned. "You think that perhaps the melding of personalities has engendered a change of heart?"

"I think his hair is pink. It's, like, really pink."

...point.

"I see what you mean, Goku," I conceded. "Perhaps this is an issue you ought to take up with him and not me. I don't think I can speak authoritatively on the subject."

Sanzo broke into our conversation just then. "He's not coming. The wings make him a spectacle. We'll most likely get run out of town if he's seen with us."

I felt my temper rising, but managed a stiff smile. "I had no idea appearances were so important to you, Sanzo-san."

He shot me an apologetic look, which he quickly covered with annoyance. "Do you want the residents throwing rocks at him? We've been in towns like this before. You know how the people are."

Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: untitled as yet
Summary: 1200 years later, Goku is still around, and Sanzo has been reincarnated as a bitchy sorority princess. Sanzo/Goku

He says his name is Gordon.

He looks down at her with big dumb worshipful eyes and tells her he's been waiting for her his whole life. It is, hands down, the worst pickup line she's ever been given. She tells him so.

He grins, a strange glint in his eye. "You're not gonna hit me with your fan, are you?"

"No." She doesn't know what the hell possessed her to dress up like a damn geisha for the Halloween party, and she's really starting to regret this particular fashion choice. "You'd probably like it way too much. Look idiot, I'm not interested."

"Aw, come on Sanzo, can't we just go for a quick bite to eat?"

"The name is Susanna. Su-san-na! Not Susan or Suzie or Sue or whatever the hell you just called me."

"Is that a yes?"

Her eye starts to twitch. A good fifteen seconds of angry staring goes by, then, "For reasons I can't quite fathom, I'm struck with the compelling urge to feed you."

Gordon (Jesus, that's not actually his name, is it?) just grins at her, like he's known exactly where this conversation's been heading from the very beginning. "Your place?"

She sighs, then shrugs. "Why the fuck not?"

She turns to grab her purse, doublechecking the side pockets to make sure her switchblade and pepper spray are still in place. When she looks over to him again, the look of goofy glee is still printed all over his face. It's really starting to piss her off.

She stalks past him to the exit, not bothering to check if he's following her.

"And stop smirking like that. You look like a damn monkey."

Fandom: Death Note
Title: Reaper
Summary: Reaper!L fic. L/Raito

L wakes up in a dark, strange cavern. He stands, relaxing back into his usual slouch. His body feels off. He looks down to find smooth black thorns jutting out of his hips, his elbows, his spine. The skin on his thighs, lower legs, lower back and shoulderblades all has the smooth, oily texture of polished stone. The rest -- his face, his inner arms, his stomach -- feel normal as ever, though they look paler than before. He walks till he finds a pool of stagnant water and watches his reflection. Interesting. The thorns go really well with his hair.

"So this is what it's like to be a god of death. How curious."

He finds other reapers watching him with some trepidation. He realizes how human he appears compared to them. He turns to the closest one and asks, "So what do you do for fun around here?"

The creature stares back blankly.

L frowns. "Were you all humans before as well?"

"We don't recall," one hisses. "We've been here for so long. No new ones for thousands of years, till you."

Interesting. Something to ponder later. L has more immediate problems, for example sugar and caffeine. He opens his mouth to ask where the food is, but decides the question would most likely be fruitless and goes off to search for it himself. After an hour walking through caverns and tunnels he finds a garden. Of sorts. Bushes are laden with strange withered fruit that tastes dry and bitter in his mouth. He sees a glittering on the edge of a vine leaf that he thinks might be syrup. His tongue tastes only the chemical flavors of aspartame and acid.

After trying everything else in the garden, L curls up into a fetal position under the boughs of a shrivelled pomegranite tree and whimpers like a dog. No wonder reapers kill people. Misery exhausts him eventually and cries himself to sleep. He dreams of Raito, coated head to toe in a thin candy shell that melts in his mouth and not in his hands.

Fandom: One Piece
Title: untitled as yet
Summary: Shameless porn of the Luffy/Nami variety.

Luffy is all wild hair and tan skin and rubbery muscles. He is golden in the light coming through the window, still sprawled across her the next morning, not having moved an inch but for his hand. His hand. He's somehow rucked up her shirt and bra in his sleep and the pad of his thumb is stroking, stroking, stroking the underside of her breast.

It's maddening.

Nami comtemplates for a moment shoving him off the side of the bed and giving him the kick in the head that he deserves. She was drunk last night. It's the only reason she made the decision to let him sleep on top of her. She curls the fingers of one hand in to a fist and prepares to smack him. Her hand pauses in midair. That gentle stroking is...distracting. Her nipples are hardening under her shirt. She's feeling a bit breathless and lightheaded.

So she was drunk last night. Maybe she's still drunk. Drunk enough to make one more stupid, reckless decision. Like, for example, grabbing his hand and pushing it gently down her stomach to the lip of her skirt and sliding it under. His thumb is still stroking, gentle and slow. Instinct seems to guide the digit where it's wanted most, and Nami can barely hold back a gasp when Luffy's fingers slide easily down between her legs.

His snoring has been reduced to a soft whuffing noise by her ear. He'll wake up soon. Nami spreads her legs a bit wider. Not yet, she thinks. Wait for me.

Unfortunately, Luffy's not exactly the patient sort, even in his sleep. His eyes snap open, and after a split second of disorientation, he stutters out her name in shock. "Namiii--"

Her left arm is still trapped under his body. Her right is still holding his wrist in place. With no hands free to shut him up, she settles for some angry words. "Shut up," she hisses out between clenched teeth.

Luffy breaks off from his shocked yell and blinks at her. His hand pauses in its repetitive motion.

No, no, no.

"I said shut up; I didn't say stop!"

She squeezes his wrist so hard it would bruise anyone else. "Luffy," she growles, rocking her pelvis up against his fingers.

One more squeeze to his wrist and he finally gets it. His fingers fall back into ryhthm. Less than a minute and Nami finds herself lunging up to smash her mouth to his almost involuntarily, her body snapping as if she's the one built like a rubber band. Luffy grunts against her lips and for a few endless seconds his eyes boggle out in shock and his fingers stutter in their motion.

Nami slumps back against the pillows. Luffy's fingers slide again into motion just long enough to carry her through any aftershocks before he almost reluctantly draws his hand away. He leans back on one shoulder and looks down at her. Her skin is lukewarm and damp with sweat, her hair plastered messily to her forehead. His eyes travel down her body to where his hand was, the look on his face something akin to awe.

"Awesome!" he cries out suddenly, then rolls onto his back, lifts his hand to his mouth, and licks his wet fingertips clean.

His shorts are plastered unattractively to his crotch.

Nami sits up and glances quicly around. Good. Everyone on the floor is still unconsious. She can worry about other matters, for example what the hell she was thinking in letting this happen. No, making this happen. She covers her face with her hands. "Oh god, what did I just do?"

She quickly readjusts her clothing, smoothing down her skirt and dragging her bra back into proper place. Once everything is in order, her hands return to her face. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she groans to herself.

Luffy is still lying flat on the bed, sucking on his thumb and index. Nami turns to look down on him and glare. He grins up at her. "Even better than meat!" he pronounces with one final lick.

Nami kicks him off the bed.

Comments

[discordandnight.livejournal.com]

As I was just linked to Non-Perishables by a friend (the tale, by the way, I enjoyed beyond any, my imaginings), I must insist you finish the sequel. Yesterday. *grin*
I've only (recently) had my eyes enlightened to Saiyuki & began writing fan/fic of my own. I'll stop writing, as you have put me to shame. *hangs head*
Ahem.
Yes, please continue with your tales; all seem to be promising hardons good reads. *adjusts halo*

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Oh, surely not! I've been writing fanfic for, like, three years and believe me when I say my first stories were ass.

And, yeah, they should promise plenty of hard-ons. I tend to write sex first and then formulate a plot around it.

Glad to know someone will be reading. *g*

[discordandnight.livejournal.com]

I doubt your tales 'sucked ass'. *chuckle* You seem too gifted a writer for that to happen. Anyone that can cause me to (realistically) fanthom Goku kinking must be talented. *grin*
I tend to write sex first and then formulate a plot around it.
A never failing method, I'm sure. Have you ever went into writing with one idea, yet found that everything went opposite of what you had planned? That's more (or) less what happened with my tale. I was thrown by the ending, myself!
I'll definitely be reading; do you mind if I add you to my friend's list, so that I won't miss it?

[hungry-worm.livejournal.com]

*squeals* *SNERK*
"Sanzo should be grateful that when Goku hit puberty there was at least a small grace period between the sudden onset of adult lust and the bumbling awkwardness of growth spurt.
He'd gotten one week."

That excerpt delighted me a lot. ^_^ I don't need convincing to believe they will be worth reading! "They", because I'm intrigued by the idea of the crackfic, and because I want to read more of your writings.
(...pink -check...wings - check... uh oh. I bet the now hybridize Kappa's not happy. :D )

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Ah, crackfic. I really ought to finish that one. It has a ton of angst in it, oddly enough. I'm not sure how it ended up like that.

[hungry-worm.livejournal.com]

*eyes glint* Angst? Ohh... it sounds better and better... ;D