Category: Fanfic

  • Picking Up the Pieces – Part Five

    Yata wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting the moment before he lost his virginity to be like – falling down onto the bed in a rush of fervent kisses while their clothing magically dissolved, maybe? – but he was pretty sure that being propped up on his knees and elbows with his hands clenched…

  • Picking Up the Pieces – Part Four

    “What a surprise to find you here.” Saruhiko’s wry voice barely registered somewhere outside of the game Yata was playing. He didn’t bother to spare a glance back at the source, though. “Huh? Sorry – welcome back. I’m a little busy, though, Saru, could you just…?” He swore at the screen, trying to maneuver. “I…

  • Picking Up the Pieces – Part Three

    Yata sat with his back resting (somewhat) comfortably against his bed, an empty takeout container on the floor beside him and a laptop on the table in front of him playing an action movie he couldn’t remember the name of. Not that it mattered. Beside him, Saruhiko yawned for what was probably the billionth time…

  • Picking Up the Pieces – Part Two

    “I’m fine by myself, Kusanagi!” Yata grinned back at his older friend, hoping it wasn’t obvious how much he was leaning against the door handle. His head still felt like it was packed in cotton. “It’s not far from here to my place, anyway.” “If you say so.” Kusanagi’s smile had a hint of resignation…

  • Picking Up the Pieces – Part One

    The world around him was made up of a jumble of vague images and sounds. “Yata!” Kamamoto shouted in alarm, just before something struck the back of his head with enough force to send stars shooting across his vision. His mouth felt dry. Saruhiko’s expression was a strange mix of bored and vicious, eyes glinting…

  • Bonding Experience

    There was a killer headache pounding at the back of Yata’s skull when he woke up – so bad that for the first moment, he just squeezed his eyes shut tighter and groaned. Ugh, why? Kusanagi’s wedding.  The memory came back at once as he started to adjust to the pain – as much as…

  • 10 Themes – Part Ten

    Boot Camp, or, “Why Do the Bad Guys Always Have the Sexiest Uniforms?” “Where are they?” Leorio glanced at his watch – was it broken? It still had the same display he’d seen the last time he’d looked at it. Twenty minutes later than it should be, assuming his friends could be trusted to arrive…

  • 10 Themes – Part Nine

    Sex and Drugs, or, “That’s Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpillar.” It was nearly morning – Killua felt the sun on his face before he was completely awake, and shifted a bit, grimacing. There was some reason he needed to be up early – he felt it through the hazy layer of drowsiness…

  • 10 Themes – Part Eight

    The Phonebooth, or, “Aural Sex.” “Move over!” “I can’t – you’re not giving me enough space, Killu – AH!” “Well, I don’t have enough either, so move!” “I told you, I can’t! Stop – !” “What are you two doing?” Leorio’s exasperated voice came through from the phone clenched in Gon’s fist – which was…

  • 10 Themes – Part Seven

    The Wardrobe, or, “I Feel Pretty!” Things were rapidly getting heated. Kurapika allowed Leorio to roll them over so he was on top – it wasn’t so bad to concede every now and then, really – pressing down hard against him and kissing enthusiastically and open-mouthed. He could feel the evidence of Leorio’s desire against…