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Porn Tree Challenge - January 2011

Hello, folks! I'm

merikuru; I'll be taking over for the lovely

branewurms in setting up these prompt challenges for the next $timeperiod.

WARNING: This comm is anon-friendly, so viewer advisories and the like are turned off. However, you will likely find sexually explicit material here, and you may possibly find content that is disturbing or triggering in some fashion. Please turn back if you are not of age to view sexually explicit material and/or okay with the thought of maybe running across potentially disturbing things. We want the porn tree to be fun for everyone, not a horrific experience!

What we are doing here is a Prompt Tree Challenge. Any fandom is welcome, or for that matter things that aren't usually considered fandoms (historical figures, mythology, whatever you want - go for it! More power to you.) Gen and smut of any type are both welcome. Fanart is welcome, too - but if you post art, please link to it instead of posting it directly in the comments, and use appropriate warnings.

I'll go ahead and try to explain how this'll work. PLEASE READ THE INSTRUCTIONS even if you participated in previous challenges - things have changed around a little bit since, and it's been a while, so it's likely a good idea to re-familiarize yourself with the rules.

First, you leave a top-level comment naming the fandom you'd like to see people write in, both in the comment and the subject line. Example: you want someone to write fic for...oh, I don't know, how about the game Tales of the Abyss. So your comment and your subject line both say:

   Tales of the Abyss

Then you reply to that comment with the name of a character from that fandom you'd like to see people write about. Let's say you want someone to write about Luke. Now it should look like this:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

People who are interested in that character can then reply to that comment with one or more characters they want to pair the first character up with (in either a gen or porny context). So you might get a thread that's starting to look like this:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         Guy Cecil

         Tear Grants

HOWEVER - when you comment with the response character, please change the subject line of your comment to reflect the pairing you're going for (i.e. if you responded to Luke with Tear, your subject line would say Luke fon Fabre/Tear Grants or Luke/Tear.) It's a good way of helping people keep track of pairings that have already been asked for, and helping them find pairings they might be interested in reading or writing.

People who wish to leave a specific prompt at this point can leave one either for a pairing, or for a single character. For example:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         Tear Grants

            fonic hymns

OR:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         memory

People can leave fic at any point in this tree - they can write fic for a single character, fic for any of the character pairings, or fic in response to one of the prompts. Again, please change the subject line to reflect the character or pairing and the prompt (if there's no prompt, just put "no prompt" instead.) Example:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         Any fic about Luke goes here

         Tear Grants

            Luke/Tear fic goes here

            fonic hymns

               Luke/Tear fic specifically responding to the "fonic hymns" prompt goes here.

Points to remember:

* Make sure if you're responding to a pairing by itself that you leave your fic as a reply to the pairing; if you're responding to a specific prompt, leave your comment as a response to the prompt. Also remember, in the above example, if you wanted to leave a prompt for Guy or Tear by themselves, or pair them with a different character, you'd just start a new comment tree under the Tales of the Abyss heading. (See why it's a porn tree now?)

* You may leave responses to your own top-level comments if you have specific characters you want to see paired off with the character you first named. Don't be afraid to leave multiple pairings and prompts. You left a comment about Kamui Shirou from X/1999, and you want to then offer up the opportunity to pair him with Kotori Monou? Go for it. You commented with Vashyron from Resonance of Fate, and you have a hankering to see him in bed with Zephyr? Pair away. You want to leave prompts to your own characters or pairings? Feel free. We won't yell at you.

* Multiple people are allowed to respond to the same prompts. This is where the subject line thing comes in so very handy. We don't want a whole bunch of different threads all requesting the same pairing when just one will do just as well, right? Check the subject lines for your pairing, and if it's not listed, go wild. But if it's already there, please don't post it again - you can feel perfectly free to leave a prompt, though!

* Yes, you are free to request crossovers - if, say, you find a comment with Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist, and you want to pair him up with Lelouch from Code Geass (hey, go wild if that's your thing), just reply to the Edward comment with "Lelouch (Code Geass)".

* Please, please, please use the subject lines to clarify your pairings! It makes it so much easier on all of us, whether we're reading, writing or just keeping an eye on things.

* Please add "FIC" to the subject line if you are posting fic, so that people can easily distinguish between fic and prompts! Example: "FIC: Luke/Tear (no prompt)".

* I'm also going to ask that if you're writing porn, please add "[MA]" to the subject line for your comment fic, so that people who don't want to read smut can skip it. Ex: "[MA] FIC: Luke/Tear (no prompt)". (HOWEVER, this is a big, big forewarning to everyone: I am sure that some of us are going to forget about the porn warning on occasion, so you may well stumble across something that squicks you. If this is a truly horrible thought, you may want to skip this challenge.)

* And last of all - you may feel free to add on to another person's prompt! Like, for example, maybe you saw "clash of tempers", and you'd like to add "in bed" or "at lunchtime" or "in the shower" (hey, I don't know), just reply to the original prompt with your addition.

I'll leave a couple of prompts to start with so you get the general idea. If you're still confused, go ahead and ask questions here; I'll try to respond to them the best I can.

This challenge will run until the end of February. That gives you guys a bit over a month to get to writing, but I'll certainly extend it if there aren't many takers and/or people request me to do so. So, let the January 2011 porn tree challenge...BEGIN! *fires off noisemaker*

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Vashyron

Zephyr

Leanne

prompt: vampire AU

...bonus points for making it a comic hijinks episode. ^^

“Do you think he’s okay?” Leanne asks, around midnight, when the lights out on the streets are as dim as they’re going to get. “He’s been in there for awhile.”

Vashyron puts down the pistol he’s been cleaning, getting up to rap on Zephyr’s door.

“Hey, Zephyr! Come out. We’re not gonna bite, or anything.”

A voice issues from inside, a little muffled, like its owner has his head buried in a pillow. “Very funny.”

Leanne joins him at the door, putting her mouth to the keyhole. “Come on, Zephyr. We like you even if you’re dead.”

There’s a scraping sound and the door swings inward. Zephyr steps into the kitchen light, parting his lips. His fangs shine, white and razor thin.

“Shit, look at those,” Vashyron says.

Leanne leans in closer. “They look so…sharp.”

Zephyr claps a hand over his mouth. “Stop making fun of me.”

“Hey, this is an important life lesson. Now you know not to follow pale women into dark alleys.”

“Shut up.” Zephyr lowers his hand. “I’m hungry.” His voice has deepened, torn ragged around the edges.

Vashyron and Leanne glance at each other.

“Hungry for cold soup and oranges, I hope,” Vashyron says. “Because that’s all we got.”

Zephyr shakes his head. His eyes have slipped down from Vashyron’s face to the curve of his shoulder. “You know for what.”

Vashyron grins, flipping his hair away from his neck. “I guess I can help you out. As long as you promise to respect me in the morning.”

Zephyr snarls, flying out of the doorway and riding Vashyron down onto the couch, so hard they nearly rock it over backward.

“What, no foreplay?” Zephyr’s straddling his hips, pinning his hands to the back of the couch. “And with an audience, too?” Leanne’s standing by the wall, gun in hand. Vashyron’s not sure if she actually plans to shoot Zephyr, or if it’s a security thing.

“Just don’t let him kill me,” is about all he’s able to get out, before Zephyr growls and strikes, fangs sinking into the meat of Vashyron’s neck.

At first there’s just pain, bone-deep and blinding, followed by a rush of numbness that reminds Vashyron of the first stages of hypothermia. But then Zephyr starts to suck and the feeling hits him like a grenade, low and hot. “Oh, fuck.” He clutches at Zephyr’s back, vision swimming to blackness. It feels like the couch has spun away from him, and he’s suddenly unable to tell which way is up. He’s so hard he can barely stand it. “Fuck yeah, Zephyr…”

He feels a wrench, Zephyr writhing in his lap, and the world slams back in a rush of color. The pleasure spikes and he comes with a groan, just as Zephyr pulls away.

Leanne is on the couch beside them. One of her hands has crawled its way up Vashyron’s thigh, and her breath is coming fast and shallow. Zephyr’s eyes have cleared a little, though when he leans in it’s to lap delicately at the cuts on Vashyron’s neck. He groans as a ghost of pleasure shivers through him.

“Are you okay?” Leanne asks, eyes wide and interested, the way she’d looked the first time she’d seen him cock a gun.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Vashyron says, and his voice is slurred and tired. “But other than that I’m good.”

Zephyr pulls back again, purring low in his throat, licking his fingers clean. Vashyron rubs his hands over his thighs, grinning despite the fact that he’ll probably be dizzy for the next couple days. “So, anything else we can do to accommodate your new style of—.”

A hand laces in his hair and he’s cut off by a tongue pushing into his mouth, lips soft and clumsy. It takes him a couple of seconds of delirium to realize that it’s Leanne kissing him and not Zephyr.

“What was that for?” he asks, when she finally releases him.

Leanne pushes her hair out of her eyes and smiles, a little sheepishly. “I was feeling left out, and his mouth was busy.”

Zephyr, as if to prove her point, licks one last droplet of blood off his index finger, cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He appears to be fully lucid again.

“What’s the matter, old man?” he asks. “Don’t think you can keep up with both of us?”

Vashyron exerts some effort, managing to sling an arm around Leanne’s waist and pull her nearly on top of him. “Are you kidding? I can go all night.” He winces slightly as his vision spots, shaking his head to clear it. “As long as it doesn’t involve standing up or using fine motor skills.”

Leanne laughs, a little more evilly than is standard for her. “I’m sure we’ll find some use for you.”

Gah. Yum. So much approval. I don't normally like vampire AUs, but...just...yum. There are no other words for it. Yum.

Can I worship you now? :D

Thanks!
I admit it, I always like vampire AU's, even if they're getting a little tired. Tell no one.

THAT WAS AMAZING. \o/

Also omg Vashyron you're going to be so sorry you were bragging about that. They are going to destroy you.

eeeeee. ♥

Thank you!

And yeah, Vashyron better put his money where his mouth is.

These three are the hottest threesome ever. Thanks for the prompt!!

I think I probably re-read this about four times yesterday. The whole bantery setup part just makes me glee -- you catch the feel of the in-game scenes so well, and the voices are great, and aaaah. ♥

Um, I hope this is okay. Mild implied fuck or die. Also MATURE.

--

She doesn’t notice at all. Vash is thankful and Zephyr is thankful also, but with an added dose of contempt at her lack of suspicion.
She didn’t notice how he easily landed their first meeting; feet shattering the concrete, creating a small crater in the ground, because she isn’t conscious; the thin oxygen as she they fell is not enough to sustain her for the entire fall. Had she actually completed her attempt then that would have been some small mercy, Zephyr supposed, flashing angry teeth at some poor unfortunate who saw them land. The kid yelped, ran, and Zephyr wondered what the hell to do with the girl.

It isn’t hard to keep her out of the loop; the excuse that more marks would come out in the darkness easy enough an excuse. They still eat, of course, and when she wonders why they don’t seem to eat as much as two men might they just tell her they save the best for her. She flushes, and they both look away from that sight; of blood so close under her skin. They sate themselves in back alleys; controlled enough to never let their victims die – just leaving them moaning and boneless against the ragged concrete of slum streets. And this is a simple lie for a simple life, and if Vashyron jokes about Zephyr’s night vision a little too often or Zephyr finds it funny to buy Vash bloody Mary’s when they drink, why then it is nothing but an in-joke or two and Leanne just smiles, unaware.

It’s fucking Barbarella that does them in. As reward for some hunt or the other she gives them a lovely, old, bottle of champagne. Vashyron pronounces it a woman’s drink, and Zephyr finds all manner of alcohol to be unpalatable. So Leanne sips at it all the way home, and it puts her to sleep at the end of a long, hard hunt. Her dreams became the catalyst for the grand reveal, as it were.

Groaning woke Vash, the older and more aware of them. It was animalistic, low, and he charged into Leanne’s room, hand on his holster… and stopped. No ghost, no monster, no threat. Just Leanne tangled in the covers, flushed and moaning. He smirked briefly, would have started to file it away to tease her with in the morning, but for the flash of instinct that marked this wrong.

Zephyr joins him, quiet as a crypt, as he lays a hand on Leanne’s forehead. A fever, yes, but it doesn’t feel like an illness. The pressure must have woken her, because Leanne stares up at him, hazy and languid and that was yet another point on the ‘This is Fucked,’ scale that Vash was measuring up in his head. Vash opens his mouth to ask something, but she surges out of the bed and onto his lap, leans forward for a kiss. And that is the end of the line for Vash. “Zephyr.” He calls, pretends it doesn’t come tinged with worry and a little hint of need. Zephyr jolts forward, taking Leanne’s arms and pulling her off Vash gently – Leanne wailed, thrashed and you would have thought he was breaking her, but he’d had his strength under control for years now.

“What on earth?” Vash stares at her, flushed and whimpering. He leans forward to take a sniff of the almost empty glass beside her bedside and reels back. Whatever had been in that bottle it certainly hadn’t only been champagne. “Keep her still, I’m going to call Barbarella.” Zephyr nods and Vash tries not to think of what a lovely picture he makes, holding onto a moaning lapful of blonde.

After a few minutes of misdirection with underlings he manages to reach the countess. “What the hell was in that bottle?” Vash doesn’t quite yell, but he’s frantic. “Well, they say that Champagne – the old stuff - is something of an… aphrodisiac.” She laughs deeply, and that is all the answer the bitch gives him before she hangs up.

“Shit.” Vash leans against the kitchen counter and rubs his face with one hand. He calls out the bedroom “She says it was an aphrodisiac -,” he’s interrupted by Leanne dashing out of the room towards him, and he barely catches her at arm’s length. “Woah blondie. Hey, Zephyr what gives?” Zephyr stalks out after Leanne and, double shit, his lips are wet – Vash can see the aroused gleam of fangs behind them.

“That is definitely an aphrodisiac,” Zephyr says, laughing. The idiot. The absolute stupid little brat – why would he drink it? Vash’s thought train is abruptly cut off when Zephyr leans over Leanne’s head and kisses him slowly. He can taste something chemical but it doesn’t really matter – what matters is the warm body backed up against him and the cold one kissing him.

Leanne wriggles against him and the feel of her ass against his groin sets sparks dancing through him. Zephyr breaks the kiss, licking saliva from his fangs, and the look in his eyes is hunger – for flesh and blood. Vash knows what to do; his arms move from restraining Leanne to under her nightgown. He rubs his palms over the hardness of her nipples and she arches back into the feeling. Zephyr drops to his knees in from of her and works the skirt up past her waist – he doesn’t touch her underwear but merely licks his way up the inside of her thigh, first the left, then the right. The point of his tongue is following the path of her femoral artery – he can’t bite without incurring some pain, but he swipes his tongue over the dark cotton directly between her legs, tastes the dampness, and knows it won’t be pain for long.

Vash removes his hands from Leanne’s breasts; moves one down to hold the curve of her waist, and the other works her underwear down to her knees. Zephyr licks so close to where she wants him, but he stays the coolness of his lips just to the side. Leanne is frantic, and Vash gives her a helping hand – he slides a hand between her legs, dewy with moisture, and rubs lazy circles around her clit. It is searing and blinding, and he draws one nail edge directly over the middle of it – she comes, desperately, writhing, and Zephyr takes his chance; fastening his mouth on the vein he bites hard – but she can’t distinguish pain from pleasure in this moment, so Zephyr drinks his fill. She comes down from her high, and Vash has to support her with his hand around her waist.

Gorgeously sated and glowing Zephyr smiles at him – “Your turn, I think.” Vash agrees wholeheartedly’ he’s as hard as he’s been for a while, and hungry. With a wicked grunt, Vash picks Leanne up, turns her around. Zephyr is already tugging Vash’s sleeping trousers down helpfully. Leanne’s fingers are splayed across his bare back and they tighten as he ruts up against her, her knees bent around his waist. Zephyr rubs up against Vash’s back as Vash guides himself into Leanne. Her breasts are perfectly at eye level and they bounce as he thrusts – Zephyr grinds harder and Vash loses himself in the perfect rush of orgasm, biting at the neck in front of him even as she scratches out a second release like a cat in heat. Zephyr goes limp a moment later, and the stickiness on his back assures Vash that a good time has been had by all. He drags them all over to the sofa and they curl up against each other, exhausted.

“Zephyr?” Leanne’s tired voice is barely audible. “Why did you bite me?”

Vash’s shoulders start shaking; he can’t help the roar of laughter that bursts out. The explanation for this might just have to be the truth – even Leanne isn’t that unsuspicious when it comes to bitemarks over her body.

mmmm -- great atmosphere, so dreamy and hungry. ♥

Thank you :) If I'm honest I'm not too sure about some of the transitions; but I'm glad you liked it!

prompt: when Leanne first joins them she cries in her sleep. The boys take turns looking over her and it develops...

Gilt and grey.

It takes Vash a while to get used to another living thing in his house; for a week or so every movement the boy makes raises hairs on Vash’s arms, leaves his fingers prickling for a trigger. The kid is like a wraith; his skin is almost grey and most times his eyes are open all the way to white. He’s quiet too – even Vash sometimes doesn’t notice him when he is stretched along the smallest sofa practically dead for all the movement he wakes.

The first time the kid makes any real type of noise and he is screaming. Vash can practically smell the rubber burning from the bottom of his shoes as he skids into the room, gun to hand and all nerves screeching like an unturned violin. God knows whether the kid is alive, asleep or who-the-fuck- knows, but the weapon Vash is gripping isn’t for night terrors – he’s half convinced the kid has driven himself insane again. His heart slows from a cha-cha to a mamba when he sees that, firstly, nothing has managed to wend its way into the household and secondly the kid is crying, his eyes still shut.

Shit, but nobody ever pegged him for a nursemaid. But still he awkwardly lays the gun, safety on, on the coffee table and reaches for those thin arms. “Kid.” His voice is gruff, and reminds him that he’s never been good with people, not really. Wincing, he tries again, putting a little more shake into the movement. The kid’s eyes peel open and he stares right on up at Vash; freezing every movement he had been making, screams dying down to a thin wail, then to no sound at all.

Vash only realises he’s looming over the kid like a priest over an alter boy when the kid tugs his wrists down and away, shrinking into the sofa cushions. Vash shifts his weight back, so he is sitting by the kid’s feet, leaning back against the arm as unthreateningly as he can. “Sorry, son. Hey, you alright? You were yelling up a storm.” He watches him out of the corner of his eye and sees the kids eyebrows furrow under the raggedy mop of pale hair. He makes a sound halfway between a cough and a wheeze, and Vash leans forward. “Sorry, again?”

“Zephyr,” the kid says and Vash feels a grin stretch over his face. He swings off of the sofa, the movement leaving the kid – Zephyr, leaving Zephyr startled with the speed of it. Vash doesn’t look back as he heads back to his room, waving one arm over his shoulder. “Glasses are in the kitchen kid, if you want some water for that throat of yours.”

Vash forgets his gun left on the side, and still sleeps easy for it. What he doesn’t forget is the gunmetal grey eyes of Zephyr looking up at him, or the press of his hip against his legs. Shit.

Ah, neat! I really like the image of silent, spooky Zephyr lurking around Sweet Home. And the detail of Vashyron making sure the safety's on before he puts the gun down -- one of those good hunter habits you don't forget.

:D thank you - this is actually the first time I've written ROF, and I think I'll carry on with such lovely praise, thank you.

Oh, this was lovely. ♥ The attention to the little tiny details really brings it together and makes it work. Thank you so much for writing this!

Aw, thank you :D (is making weird happy noises at the comment.) I'm glad you liked it!

You're very welcome! ♥

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Porn Tree Challenge - January 2011

Vashyron

Vashyron/Zephyr

Vashyron/Zephyr/Leanne

Vashyron/Zephyr/Leanne - vampire AU

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Fic: Vashyron/Zephyr/Leanne - vampire AU (MA)

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Vashyron/Zephyr/Leanne - night time comfort

FIC: Vashyron/Zephyr, no prompt.

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