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| 2:02 pm | FFXII crossover fic: Vossler/Jade The best way for fandom to strike back right here at home is lots of porn, right? if not, does it hurt? (Vossler will not be so happy, because he prefers men to boys, but feel free to pretend Jade's age as whatever you like. :D) That's what this is, all in honor of  laylah's birthday... er, a month ago, and I don't think I'll ever be quite happy with (or stop blushing when thinking of ^^) this, so it's late enough. Was asked for Vossler/Jade with D/s -- it's less kink than I'd hoped, but it got in Making People Happy, which I know is a button of laylah's. Happy birthday! <3~2300 words of nothing but porn, Vossler/Jade, mild D/s at most. "What can we do for you, sir? Surely one of my boys caught your eye." Vossler knows why he's here: knows what he's heard, from other men looking for what he is without needing to visit the seedier houses, and this house and its madam are unorthodox enough that he believes it. "Your boys," he starts, "they have specialties?" The madam smiles and her eyes glance him up and down. Vossler squares his shoulders. "Some do. Are you interested in anything in particular?" "Dominance." "Certainly." The madam nods, and turns her back to him to face her boys. "Cobalt," she calls, and a fit Casmilan boy of about twenty arches up off his lounge and walks -- saunters -- over, naked like the rest of them on display and with no inhibitions for it. The madam clears her throat, and opens her accounting books. "There's an extra charge, if you're looking for pain--" "No pain," Vossler interrupts, "only a boy able to obey," and the madam raises her hand, but not until after that boy, Cobalt, leans into him and dares to reach between his legs. "Cobalt," she says, "bring me Jade." She makes little sense, but Vossler doesn't object when Jade is shown -- he is as handsome as any of them, and if obviously slave-bred he is still more desirable than the presumptuous boy, or either the northerner and the Cabirile in his lap, leering and grinning to each other when they recieve glares. He turns back to the madam, and hears the fee. Money changes hands -- his purse is heavy, still, but he is glad the city pays their guards well. He carries little coin from the estate; it is, essentially, his, since his father's taking ill, but it would only cause trouble if his brothers somehow found out about such spending. "Show this gentleman to his room, Jade," instructs the madam. She says "gentleman" without contempt, but its use is almost mocking: he barely lays claim to the title in any case, and a gentleman would not be in this house, nor be admiring these boys half his age, paying obscene amounts and letting one press up to him as they cross the hall. Jade's hands go to his sword belt as soon as the door is shut. Vossler catches both wrists in one of his hands, holding them firm. "May I, sir?" He lets go. There is no talk, which is for the best. He does not care for the lies he'd hear, the murmurs of how handsome he is and please, I want to see you. Instead, Jade makes slow work of letting him out of his armor, and the uniform under it, touching more than is necessary in ways that have Vossler reluctant to complain. Vossler leans into it, responding unusually well to the excess. If he had desired only release, he could have found it in many of the girls who frequent the taverns, or in certain men of his division. That he gets often enough, but he makes no habit of taking pleasure, which is what this boy is here to provide. And he delivers: Jade is talented, pushing his coat off his shoulders and running his hands up Vossler's chest, making small appreciative sounds and lingering over hard muscles when he discovers Vossler's preference for only bare skin underneath. Vossler closes his arms around Jade. He is not a small boy, near Vossler's own height and solid throughout, but seems it as he leans in, his posture slouched and his face down. Vossler cups his chin in his hand, and tilts his head back. He keeps eye contact for a moment, Jade's eyes wide and bright green like his earrings and necklace, then kisses him. It is hard and deep and Jade surrenders, easy as that, his mouth open and fingers curling on Vossler's chest, where they still rest. He seems to know what Vossler expects just from his presence, and that skill is as valuable as his body, for all its charms. "Good," Vossler says when he pulls back. "Go on." Jade mutters yes and lingers for a moment, licking his lips. His fingers play around Vossler's collar, and when he recieves no instruction, leaves it be. He uses his mouth to follow his hands down Vossler's body. He looks up with wide eyes twice -- the first for permission to use teeth, teasing and without pain, and again when he reaches Vossler's waistline -- both times patient for affirmative nods. Vossler's heard of this house's shows, and while on assignment into Casmile's more adventurous gambling houses, even seen them advertised. Along with the exotic boys, they boast of displays of pain, power -- he'd thought they exaggerate, like business does, but he is no longer so sure. He works at the laces of Vossler's trousers to get them just loose enough to reach in and get -- get a hand around Vossler's cock, drawing it out. Jade looks at him with well-acted reverence, before he closes his eyes and casts his face down, waiting. "You have permission," Vossler says, well aware of the hitch in Jade's breath. "Suck." "Thank you, sir," Jade replies, and leans in. Vossler has been hard for some time now, but Jade's mouth only encourages it, taking him deep without flaunting the skill Vossler knows that requires. Jade closes his eyes and concentrates, though, and for a moment Vossler lets him do as he will. It's good, if slow, Jade's mouth pulling back to work at the head of his cock. Vossler lets some of the tension out of his thighs and lets Jade suck him, and, finally relaxed, he feels the barest scrape of teeth, gasps before he can stop himself, and then Jades looking up at him with pleading eyes. Its an honest mistake and not entirely unpleasant but he has no reason to tolerate it, and Jade doesn't seem to expect kindness. "Hands at your back," he says, and takes hold of Jade's hair. His thrusts are demanding, he knows, but Jade can take them, and does so without hesitation. He uses Jades mouth for only few minutes, because already he can feel his need become urgent, far earlier than he would have it. He growls and gets his hand around his cock, next to Jades mouth Jades mouth, his tongue, none of which stop moving or even let up and presses down hard at the base. Vossler drags him off his cock and up to full height by a hand curled over the back of his neck, ignoring Jades whispers, "Please, sir, want to be good, want to taste it." I want you to get on the bed, he says. Jades arms fall around him and Jades mouth is still open, lips red and even fuller than before. "Get oil and prepare yourself." Jade mutters yes, closes his eyes and lingers for a moment, leaving hot dry kisses on Vossler's jaw, rubbing himself against Vossler's cock. Theres a little bottle on the table that Jade grabs and works the stopper out of before laying back, spreading himself out for Vosslers eyes. "On my back or my knees, sir?" "On your back," Vossler says. Jade settles in, parting his thighs, and Vossler kneels on the edge of the bed to watch. Jade slicks two of his fingers and pushes them in like it's no effort at all. He rocks his hips, straining his wrist to go deep. The other hand is resting at his side, nowhere near his cock. Vossler always needs a hand on himself during this, and he admires Jade's control; he is allowing his cock, full and heavy, to remain untouched between them, not even asking for any relief. He wonders again if he should be demanding more, if Jade is prepared for that. It's seemed too easy, so far; he's beginning to think he could try anything, and Jade would not protest, with bold honesty that surpasses any dedication to his job. Even the captain, the most patient man Vossler knows, isn't so accommodating. Vossler catches himself staring and looks up at his face and that's no better: between fluttering eyes accented by the paint on them, and mouth fallen open wide, Vossler only grows harder. He glances at the oil bottle, placed next to Jade's free hand. His hand brushes Jade's as he reaches, and that makes Jade turn and look. "Don't stop," Vossler says, before he can try. "Yes, sir," Jade says, but keeps his watch on Vossler's hands. Vossler tips the oil over, dripping it on his hand. Jade's thigh tenses when Vossler rests a hand on it, and he begins to draw his fingers out. "No," Vossler says, "stay where you are." He reaches down to hold Jade's forearm, though he's already obeying, and when his weight is balanced on his knees, presses his own slick hand in as well, only one finger, confident Jade will feel it. Jade makes a satisfying wounded noise that Vossler can't help but echo, low and hungry; for a moment he thinks perhaps he should've paid extra for a session of pain. He may or may not be returning. It's a sacrifice, too, when he's so hot inside, tight even for a whore. Vossler lets Jade control the pace for a moment, letting him take the stretch. But he is also growing impatient. "I want to see you come." "Yes, I want to, sir, thank you," and plenty other pleas spill out of Jade's mouth, and briefly Vossler wonders if he means he can from this touch alone -- but he won't find out. Both Jade's eyes and legs widen when he leans down, seeing his intention, and Jade sighs at the first touch of Vossler's tongue up his cock. It's awkward to go deep, with their hands in the way and Vossler's weight braced on a single forearm, but it's worth it, Jade's cock filling his throat deep. It's thick, thick enough to remind him nicely that Jade is a boy in name only. Jade keeps thanking him. "Do you want to come?" Vossler demands. It shouldn't be difficult, when he's like this, trained and squirming on Vossler's hand, visibly relaxing to keep his hips still. Expressing it, however, is -- Jade makes a good image while he tries, licking his lips and giving a breathy, "Yes, sir, please." Vossler draws his hand back and out as he leans down again, and uses it to hold one of Jade's hips down, forceful enough to make it clear he is to take only what he is given. But Vossler is, still, aching in his own right, and keeps focused, hard pressure on Jade. "Thank you, sir, yes -- please, sir, let me come for you," Jade is saying, "feels so good, thank you," keeps begging even as Vossler lifts off to growl yes and breathe, now and Jade spills at the next touch of Vossler's hand. Vossler shifts his weight, and runs his hand over the bed for the oil -- not easy, with his eyes focused on Jade's face, recovering and breathing deeply, or his body with the come on his stomach, the boneless limbs, the stretch of his ass with his hand withdrawing. Vossler's hand closes on the bottle, finally, and he strokes his cock slippery and dripping. All tension is gone as Jade lays there, and he is pliable, the muscles in his thighs betraying obvious strength while Vossler pushes them up, wide, showing him off. He's trembling slightly but takes Vossler in easy as sin when he pushes, and it's good, gods, this isn't going to last long. But there's no reason for it to -- Jade is sated and Vossler suspects he wouldn't complain if he wasn't, from the small moans and the cling of his arms. "Hands above your head," Vossler tells him, and Jade gets them up and crosses them without a thought. His legs close around Vossler's waist instead, careful not to dirty his trousers any more than they already have. No, he wouldn't complain. He doesn't now, even at the clear overstimulation -- Vossler can feel when he reaches down how his body, at least, is trying to get hard again. "Make noise for me." Vossler wants to hear it. Jade delivers, moaning at every movement, broken, low sounds that make Vossler growl himself. He keeps thrusting, and Jade tightens around him but it isn't that any more than pure need that makes him let go, panting, coming hard and shaky. He rests on his arms over Jade, who does his best to untangle their limbs. "Thank you, sir," Jade is still saying. "I like making you, ah," a sharp intake of breath, there, when Vossler pulls out, "like making you feel good." "Then clean me up," Vossler says, squirming at the mess they've made. Jade nods and rolls over, opening a night table drawer for a cloth and dipping it in the porcelain bowl on the table. His touch and the cloth are both surprisingly soft as he cleans Vossler's cock, first, then Vossler turns away when he reaches between his own legs. Privacy may be out of place here, but like this, it is most comfortable for him. He laces his trousers again, to occupy his hands. He finishes, turns and sees Jade clean, so he cups Jade's face again, drawing him close. His skin is only attractively flushed, and Vossler is glad beyond looks -- they have near identical coloring, so Vossler will have nothing to worry about upon leaving. He leans in for a kiss, but Jade paws at him, and he pulls back immediately. "I -- I'm sorry, sir," Jade says, regret plain on his face, "I may have kept you longer than your hour already." "I believe it was I who kept you," Vossler says, smug. He runs a thumb over Jade's lip, which Jade leans into. "Don't worry. You were very good." If only one moment tonight is sincere, it's Jade's smile. |
| 2:02 pm | Bijou Icons Ok. These are undoubtedly super lame in the face of everything amazing the rest of you put out. But I wanted to do something to show my love for laylah, jpegasus, and the amazing Bijou, so I've made icons. Let me know if these are not original enough to be "fanworks". 001  002  003  004  005  006  007  008  009  010  011  These are in no particular order- the order I uploaded them to Photobucket, I suspect. The source pictures are from Google. No credit necessary if you take. <3<3<3! |
| 2:02 pm | Happy (belated) Birthday Laylah! Better late than never, I guess ^_^; Aaaand it's not brilliant but it's the thought that counts, yus? Anyway, happy birthday and thanks for all the porn and for creating the bijou ^_^ Not worksafe but not explicit.  |
| 2:02 pm | Dark and Stormy Night - Film-noir!Animalverse!AU Late, but hey, it's still the 9th where I am...barely! :) This is silly, indulgent, and slightly ooc Bijou fanfic for ze lovely laylah on her birthday! She asked for film-noir!Bijou AU, and I got uh...as far as the private!eye!Jade and...the rest took a lefthand turn into TOTAL CRACK. Did I mention that this is also anthropomorphic animal!Bijou-verse, too? Heh. Yeah. I...I have no idea why these two beat me over the head with THIS bunny, when they could have skipped the unpleasantness and gone straight to something, oh, CONSENSUAL AND FUN. But then, this IS Jade and Co. we're talking about. :P It was also originally two parts, but the first part never quite felt right to me, and I figured out, OH, so there's supposed to be woobie comfortsex after this! Of COURSE! ^__^Ok, enough silliness and on to the silly porn. :) -------------- The Dark and Stormy Night by White Aster Warnings: Sex, animal/furryness, non-con, and, in the end, woob. Rating: NC-17 It was a dark and stormy night. Really dark. So dark that Jade was sure that the guys in the warehouse with him could see HIM much better than he could see THEM. Damned cats. Luckily, the felids ALSO smelled strongly of dead fish. Jade's nose twitched, and he adjusted his aim a few degrees to the left before firing. There was a weak, surprised mewl, the smell of hot blood, and then the sound of a body hitting the warehouse floor. Jade's mouth quirked as his ears swivelled, trying to pinpoint where the dead guy's friends were in the dark. Unfortunately, he was so focussed on a faint sound off to his left that he missed the guy coming up downwind behind him until there was a hiss in his ear and claws pricking through his trenchcoat, trying to sink into his gun hand. Jade growled back, hunching forward to sink fang into the other hand that was trying to slash his throat with razor-sharp claws. There was a yowl right in his ear, and the felid tried to pull away. "Like hell," Jade thought, grinning through a mouthful of fur and blood and meat as he bore down and felt bones crack. The felid let go of his gun hand, trying to scrabble at his head, and that was his last mistake. Jade hardly heard the gunshot over the felid's howling, as he shoved the gun back into the guy's chest and pulled the trigger. The cat choked a little wetly and slid to the ground, pulling a few red furrows out of Jade's arm as the dead weight dragged his claws down. And Jade had liked that coat, too. Jade licked blood from his mouth. He was trying to ignore the pain in various places and get his bearings again when he heard the unmistakable click of a safety being released right behind his head. "Well, well. Look what the cats dragged in." Jade very, very carefully didn't move. His gun felt heavy in his hand, and the darkness pressed in. His nose didn't lie, though. "...Westfall?" "Got it in one." "What the hell are you doing here?" "Investigating," Westfall said, much too cheerfully. "I'm a cop. I do these sorts of things. No, no, don't move. Well, except for putting that gun down on the ground, nice and slow. Nasty things, guns. Can cause a lot of problems. Wouldn't want there to be any...misunderstandings between us." Hard metal pushed between Jade's shoulderblades. "Things could get out of hand." Jade slowly knelt to set his gun down. "Look, they've got my partner. This was all self-defense--" "Of course it was. But I don't know that, now do I? I follow your suspicious gumshoe ass here and find you shooting people in the dark. I can't exactly just let you go, now can I?" Jade sighed, though not too deeply. Westfall was known to be a little...temperamental, in that wild-dog way. "Look, if you want to take me in, that's fine, but there might be more of them, and my partner's here--" "Trussed up like a pretty present in the back room? Why yes, he is. I already found him, while you were out here playing with the kitties. He's fine. Well. Mostly. Looks like the cats were having a bit of fun with him. One of them was doing something damn indecent to the pretty birdie before I shot him. The cat, not the bird." Westfall leaned down, the air smelling of wolf-musk as he leaned around Jade and...picked up his gun by the sound of it. And the look. Jade's night eyes were starting to work in here. "Now, why don't you put your hands behind your back all easy-like?" Jade hesitated. One of the last places he wanted to be was cuffed and at Westfall's mercy. Especially if Westfall was working solo and didn't have his partner around to reel him in. Especially when he could smell the hot-salt-musk smell of Westfall enjoying this a bit too much. "Look, this really isn't necessary--" The gun ground harder into Jade's shoulderblade. "Behind your back. Or I just might call it resisting arrest." Jade put his hands behind his back. The sound of metal was loud as the cuffs clicked around Jade's wrists. Jade hoped that there'd only been the three felids, because he sure as hell didn't want to have to fight like this. "All right, then. Up. And walk nice and slow." A tug on Jade's wrists, and Jade moved in the direction Westfall prodded him, his eyes adjusted just enough so he didn't walk into any crates. LIke hell he could figure out how Westfall could see where he was going. He'd always suspected that the bastard was part cat. ----------------------- The "back room" was some kind of office. Filing cabinets along the wall, a few chairs, a standing fan, and a large desk. The desk's two most distinguishing features were A) the dead felid body slumped next to it, its prick still hanging out of its pants and B) Cobalt tied spread-eagle over the desk on his stomach. His pants were down around his ankles, his feathers were ruffled, his wings half-mantled in aggression, and altogether he looked bruised and scratched and highly, highly pissed. Jade nearly stumbled, coming up on THAT picture unannounced. Westfall used his moment of surprise to thump him into a chair facing the desk and use another set of cuffs to lock the first set to the chair leg. "Well, then, why don't we have a little chat, hmm?" "Lady's hounds, can't you untie him first?" Westfall was always a bit of a loose cannon, but leaving Cobalt tied there like THAT just couldn't mean anything good. The bindings were heavy chain locked with what looked to be a padlock. Something that Cobalt's talons couldn't get through. Jade didn't even want to think of how bad things must have gone for Cobalt to get himself disarmed and in THAT position. Jade had TOLD him to wait until Jade got there.... "Who, him?" Westfall turned, ears perked and nostrils flaring, to look at Cobalt. "Oh, I found him like that. He looks kind of comfortable there. Aren't you, birdie?" Cobalt hissed at the wolf but said nothing, evidently figuring like Jade had: that it probably didn't matter a whole hell of a lot what they said. Westfall held all the cards. "See? Comfy." Westfall moved to the side, so he could see both of them, gun still in hand. "Perfect for a little chat. Now, pay attention here. This is for your own good, you know. See, I've been noticing that you two seem to treat the laws of our fair city as, shall we say, suggestions, lately? No, no, now don't bother to deny it." Westfall pulled a little notebook out of the pocket of his coat and flipped it open with the hand not holding the gun. "I happened to witness your little stunt on 4th St. last month, and, that in mind, I took to investigating--" "FOLLOWING us, you mean," Cobalt spat. "--and you two HAVE been busy lately, haven't you? Getting into fights, shots fired, and well, I don't think that Claws McNaren will ever be quite the same after a certain birdie got ahold of him, now will he? Need I go on?" Westfall spread his hands and flipped his little notebook closed. "Now, I don't give two shits about what punks you two rough up. But you made more work for me, and that makes a man feel frustrated." Jade looked at Cobalt. It wasn't that their cases the past few weeks had been particularly bad. All of those guys had had it coming and had come after Jade or Cobalt first, anyway. They were just...well, things that Jade and Cobalt really hadn't wanted to explain to the cops. But then, if Westfall had enough on them, he could have just dragged them into the station. Instead, he was leaning against the wall, with both of them tied up in an abandoned warehouse. Which meant that either Westfall didn't have anything solid on them or.... "What do you want?" Cobalt asked, his eyes narrowed and his voice colder than a Chicago winter. Westfall smiled as he tucked his notebook away, then his gun. "What does any red-blooded public servant want, hmm? A little consideration. A little compensation for the pain in the ass you've been." He looked from Cobalt to Jade, then back again, his smile widening. Jade's hackles rose at the way that grin became a baring of teeth, sharp and mean. He couldn't quite help the way his own lips pulled back in an answering snarl as Westfall approached to stand right in front of him. "A little appreciation for a job well-done, hmm?" Westfall's hand went to his belt, undoing the leather with a clink of metal, pushing aside cloth to pull out his prick. He was hard, of course, the bastard, and the smell of his musk this close was like a punch to the gut. Westfall leaned over Jade, towering, and murmured, "I feel any of your teeth, pup, and I'll give it back to your pretty birdie a few times over. I'm sure those wings'd break real nice." Which, Jade thought as Westfall straddled him and butted his cock against Jade's lips, just went to show that Westfall didn't know shit about the avians. Or Cobalt in particular. But Jade had caught the look that Cobalt had given him, and so he just made sure that Westfall wasn't feeling any tooth as the cop did his best to ram his cock down Jade's throat. "Mmmyeah, just like...that. Come on, gumshoe, be nice and slick me up, and I promise your birdie'll thank you for it...." Westfall thrust, and the angle was bad enough that it was tilt his head or get a cock out the back of his throat. Jade's hands clenched, eyes closing as he concentrated on quelling his gag reflex and not growling: both of them would probably have felt too good to the bastard. The blowjob was not fun, though Westfall certainly seemed to think so. It went on for seemingly forever, Westfall's fingers in his hair holding him still. Jade's own fingers twitched. He really wanted out of the cuffs, but he couldn't do anything until Westfall wasn't right there.... Westfall thrust in hard once more, giving a little jerk of his hips solely, so far as Jade could tell, to make him choke. "Mmm...not bad." He pulled back on Jade's head and smeared spit and precome over Jade's cheek with the head of his prick. "I always knew you'd make a good cocksucker, pup." Westfall's eyes turned to Cobalt on the desk, his grin out again as he said to Jade, "Maybe next time I'll have YOU playing bitch over the desk, hmm? Hope you won't be too jealous of your birdie. He's already undressed for the occasion." Westfall moved away, a pleased rumble in his chest, his hand stroking his cock as he approached the desk. When he cleared Jade's line of sight, Jade was a bit surprised to see that Cobalt wasn't fighting. Not that fighting would have gotten him much right then, with the position he was in, but still. Cobalt wasn't the type to just let a crazy wolf fuck him up the ass if he could help it. Instead, Cobalt was watching Jade, catching his eyes pointedly and ignoring Westfall just as pointedly when the cop slid up behind him. Westfall flicked the arch of one wing with his free hand and said something snide that Jade didn't properly hear. The wolf might as well have been a buzzing fly for all the attention that Cobalt paid him. Even Westfall pushing in with what must have been precious little slick just got a hardening of Cobalt's jaw, a gritting of his teeth, and a narrowing of his eyes. Jade, throat still sore, nonetheless found it hard to concentrate on getting his lockpicks out of his shirtcuff with the show going on in front of him. He wasn't sure if it was Westfall fucking Cobalt or the fact that Cobalt was completely ignoring said fucking that was making Jade's cock twitch. Either way, Jade felt a bit guilty. Cobalt, after all, had gotten the rawer end of the deal here. Jade apologized by picking his cuffs in record time. He held the loose cuff so it didn't make any noise, and glanced over at Westfall, who was so absorbed in taunting and pumping into Cobalt that he wasn't paying Jade any attention at all. Jade eased his hands completely out of the cuffs and nodded to his partner. The thing that had been funny about Westfall's wing comment was that it showed a common misconception that non-avians had about avian anatomy. The avians were hollow-boned, true, and the wings themselves weren't thick with muscle and looked deceptively fragile. However, Jade--having some up-close-and-personal experience with the musculature of Cobalt's back and shoulders--knew that 'deceptive' was the operative word. After all, Cobalt had to hold his entire weight up with those wings when he flew. They weren't as delicate as they looked. As Westfall found out when he leaned forward to sneer something into Cobalt's ear as he fucked him. Instead, he leaned right into Cobalt's wings flaring with the force of a punch to the face. Westfall cried out and fell back, Cobalt kree'd back at him angrily, and Jade rushed up out of his chair to pop Westfall another one in the face when he started to get his feet under him. That, evidently, was enough for the wolf, who stumbled back another pace, blinked, and started to snarl weakly before falling to the floor like a sack of flour. "It took you long enough," Cobalt said, some of the raptor's call still in his voice. "Sorry. Did my best." Jade came around the side, and thanked the Lady that one of his picks fit into the padlock. The lock clicked open, and Jade pulled the hasp through the chains. "You ok?" "Of course not," Cobalt replied, waspishly. "I want off of this fucking desk." He pushed himself up as Jade carefully unlooped the chains from around his wrists. They'd rubbed raw marks into Cobalt's wrists, but nothing too bad that Jade could see. "And I want to fucking KILL this asshole," Cobalt continued, after he'd righted his clothes and rounded on Westfall. It would, Jade realized, probably be really easy to get away with. They were standing in a warehouse with about three dead bodies in it already. Westfall could have come across the felid smugglers, gotten in further than he should have.... The coldly speculative look in Cobalt's eyes suggested that he was thinking the same thing. Eventually, though, he shrugged irritably and settled his trench coat around him again. "Not worth the trouble." Jade felt his ears right themselves a bit in relief. He wouldn't have second-guessed Cobalt, but neither of them were really killers, and Jade was glad to keep it that way. "You think he'll cause any more trouble?" "Probably. We'll just have to lie low for awhile." Cobalt's mouth twisted into a small, tight smile as he walked around the desk and opened a desk drawer. "Won't be hard. We've got some pay coming." Jade perked. "You got the schedules?" Cobalt yanked a file folder out of the drawer and held it up before stashing it in his coat. "Found them right before they caught me." "Great." Jade knelt down and rifled until he found his gun in one of Westfall's pockets. The cop looked kind of ridiculous lying there with his dick hanging out, but Jade thought it suited him. "Let's get out of here, then." --------------------- Later, when they'd found their way back to the car through the storm and were busily dripping all over the seats while Jade headed them back towards center city, Cobalt said, "And don't think I didn't see you over there getting off on watching the bastard hump me." Jade grinned, only half-sheepishly. "And you didn't get off at all on watching him fuck my face, hmm?" Cobalt sniffed, one wing twitching irritably. "Drive." Jade smiled and drove. ----------------------- They grabbed the necessaries from the office and the apartment and checked into a run-down hotel in a not-great part of town. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was clean enough and the desk clerk didn't even look up from his crossword when he checked them in. And best of all, it wasn't anyplace that Westfall would know to look for them. Just in case. Cobalt took it slow going up the stairs, and Jade watched him anxiously. He could smell blood still, and not all of it was his own. And Cobalt just smelled...OFF. Not like himself, not even like Jade, but like the felids and Westfall. It made a piece of his muttbrain want to pin Cobalt down and lick him clean until he smelled like he should again. Not that Cobalt would LET him, but still. Jade would settle for looking him over and making sure there wasn't anything that their first aid kit couldn't take care of. The first lamp that Jade tried in their room didn't work, but there was a chain and a deadbolt on the door that would have stopped an army, and Jade was happy to make the trade. Jade stuck the desk chair under the doorknob anyway. By the time that he turned back, Cobalt was already shedding clothes on his way to the bathroom. Jade shrugged out of his coat, pulled off his shoes and button-down, checked the window and drew the curtains. He looked over and reloaded his gun and waited until the water in the shower had gone on longer than it should have before he stuck his head into the bathroom. Either the hotel had a better water heater than Jade would have guessed, or it was just late enough that Cobalt had it all to himself. The air was thick with steam. Jade's nose twitched, his ears laying back at the underlying taint of blood-iron and Others. The patter of the water didn't change, and the shower curtain didn't flutter with movement behind it. Jade's ears drooped. He shivvied out of the rest of his clothes and peeked cautiously behind the curtain. Cobalt faced the spray, leaning on the tiles behind the showerhead, eyes closed and head bowed. His pale skin was reddening under the too-hot water. His wings drooped, barely held out of the spray. Jade could see two sets of nasty parallel scratches down his back, the dull yellow-brown-green of bruises starting on his hips and sides. Cobalt glanced back at him over his shoulder, but didn't say anything. Jade figured that that was as good as permission. The shower wasn't all that big, and it was a bit cramped with Jade, Cobalt, and Cobalt's wings, but Jade managed, sliding in close where he knew he could fit against Cobalt's back, arms around Cobalt's waist (not too tight) resting his face between Cobalt's wings (not too hard). Cobalt tensed but let him, and he relaxed as Jade just nuzzled, tongue lapping at the soft skin and the wet, downy start of feathers. Jade's fingers trailed down to the scratches but didn't touch, hovering. He whined, pained, deep in his throat, and Cobalt sighed under him. "If you must." Jade knelt and ran his tongue over each clawmark, individually. He tasted soap and salt and only the tiniest bit of blood. The same for the quick, guilty swipe down Cobalt's crack. The muscles in Cobalt's back tightened under the touch, so Jade kept it light, gentle, only enough to make his muttbrain shut up about needing to clean his mate. He sighed and rubbed his face against Cobalt's hip, kissing a particularly large bruise splayed over the hipbone. It was no surprise when Cobalt turned, hands in Jade's hair, talons scratching roughly in just the right way behind Jade's ears. Jade had smelled the sharp, avian musk from the moment he'd knelt behind him. Cobalt could grouse all he wanted, but he liked being pampered, liked being catered to. Liked being knelt before. Liked being in control. And if Cobalt wanted to take back some of the control he'd lost tonight, well, Jade was fine with that, and he tried to tell Cobalt that with nothing but the eager press of his mouth to Cobalt's belly. Cobalt just pressed the head of his cock to Jade's lips and made a soft, demanding noise, almost lost in the patter of the water. That was almost asking, for Cobalt, and Jade sucked him in, moaning. It was hot and perfect in the way Westfall had NOT been, and Jade's hands traced over the back of Cobalt's thighs, pulling him closer, encouraging. Not that Cobalt needed much encouraging. He threw back his head, a soft kree of pleasure in his throat as he fisted his hands in Jade's hair, holding him right where he wanted him. He slid down Jade's throat like he belonged there, like Jade had been MADE for it, like there was absolutely no better use Jade could be put to, and Jade swallowed and swallowed around him until Cobalt pulled back to let him breathe. Jade just gulped air and, eyes turned up hot on Cobalt's face, didn't even wait, swallowing Cobalt down again without any encouragement. It was worth it for the twitch of Cobalt's cock against his tongue, and the lightning-flash look in his eyes. For the way he hissed and thrust and TOOK, threw back his head and called as he came down Jade's throat. Jade moaned and shuddered, coming without even touching himself. Cobalt pulled, and Jade forced himself to his feet. The kiss was hungry and possessive and made Jade feel warm from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail, even though the hot water had started to go. Cobalt nipped Jade's bottom lip once more before pulling back. He made a face and ducked out of the shower, water flicking from his wings as he left Jade to finish cleaning up. And even though the water went stone cold halfway through lathering the soap, Jade found himself smiling. A bad night overall, maybe, but he and his partner (mate) were alive and well and safe and looking to get paid tomorrow. There wasn't, Jade thought sleepily, much more that a mutt could ask for. ~The End Author's Note: Jade: dog Westfall: wolf Cobalt: slate-blue winged kestrel |
| 2:02 pm | Startin the Party Early So, once upon a time, laylah asked for Bijou AUs for her birthday, and then around three days later, jpegasus introduced me to Lackadaisy Cats. I. Um. There was just no resisting Garnet as a Hoochie Queen.     |
| 2:02 pm | Fic: Mercury Bright (Jasper/Peridot, NC-17) laylah wrote some marvelous Bijou cyberpunk AU, and also put the idea for cyberpunk-AU Peridot being rebooted in my head. This is what came out of that. Many thanks to laylah for letting me borrow her characters and her AU!Mercury Bright Peridot gets rebooted. Jasper takes advantage. Bijou cyberpunk AU, Jasper/Peridot. 1621 words. Not worksafe for sex. Consent dubious due to altered state of consciousness. The sky outside was clear graphite-grey, so it should have been a good day for customers, but it wasn't. But then Onyx had said something about a nanoblast, which went partway to explaining it -- and which meant that his favorite gridrunners definitely woudn't be paying him a visit. Which meant he was going to have to entertain himself. His last client had given him a jack as a gift, and though Cobalt would have saved it and sold it, he'd never been able to withstand boredom long enough for anything like that. He fished the plug out of its plastic casing and brushed aside the fake-skin covering of his socket, but a high whine distracted him before he could plug in. He looked up, but -- no, it wasn't Topaz' stasis ending, it was Peridot's monthly reboot ramping down. As he watched, Peridot shuddered from hibernation into sleep, breaths deepening and eyes moving behind their lids. He put the jack back in its casing. Maybe he wouldn't need to use it just yet. He leaned against the rebooter, watching as the display signaled the return of Peridot's consciousness. Peridot's eyes stopped their sleeptwitching and then opened slowly. Jasper wondered, not for the first time, whether the clear faceted green was natural or an augment, like the shifting highlights in his hair. Not like it mattered much. Jasper hooked his hands around the support bars and hauled himself up to straddle Peridot's hips and leaned down so he was the first thing Peridot saw. Most of the reboot took place for the twelve hours Peridot was out cold, but the last few memories couldn't overwrite till he woke up, and he thought he could see them vanishing if he looked deep enough. "Do you remember who I am?" Jasper asked, trailing a hand over Peridot's narrow chest, flat stomach. He could see that the answer was still yes even before Peridot said it. "Do you remember this, sweetheart?" he pressed, stroking down -- and he could see the answer 'maybe' turning to 'no' as the seconds passed and the reboot finalized. "I -- " Peridot said, " -- you -- " His eyes were wide but not uncomprehending, of course, since the reboot set him back to before he first got fucked but after he got it explained to him that he was going to get fucked. Garnet wouldn't want to have to do that explaining again every month. "Yeah, lovely," he said, trailing a hand down over Peridot's singlet. "That's right. Just relax..." No wonder Peridot's first client paid through the nose for the privilege. With his eyes so big and barely-comprehending, and his sweet mouth just a little open... "You want to feel good, don't you?" "I -- y-yes -- " "Then let me help you out." And help himself out in the process, but where was the harm? He hooked his fingers over Peridot's singlet and pulled it down -- Peridot lifted his hands up out of the machine to help him, and then it just peeled right off, easy as anything. Jasper knew that age was really a moot question with a construct like Peridot, who could be comissioned to look any way his creator wanted, but it didn't mean he couldn't like how Peridot's limbs were slim and smooth. It didn't mean he couldn't like how small Peridot was when he pulled him out of the rebooter and tugged him toward one of the cots -- not that it wouldn't have been good right there in the reboot, but the angle was all wrong, more's the pity. It also didn't mean he couldn't like how impressionable Peridot was right then, half-dazed, his big clear green faceted eyes hazed with whatever dreams he'd had in reboot. He was so sweet and pliant that it felt like it was too fucking easy, but then Jasper had never had a problem with too easy. "What do you remember about me, pretty boy?" Jasper asked, shucking off his own clothes and reaching for a condom. Peridot was clean as a rewrite could make him, but he'd be in real trouble if he fucked the kid up with any of his own pharms or viruses. Peridot had such a pretty voice, high but not thin, rich and rounded as he said, "You were there when, when I met Mistress Garnet." Like Lazuli, he said 'Mistress' like he meant it, but of course unlike Jasper and most of the rest of them he wasn't just on contract. "You winked at me." He pulled his knees up like he wanted to cover himself, but he didn't fight when Jasper put a hand on his thigh to keep him from doing that. Later he'd protest it -- in a few hours he'd have enough of his personality back to act like a shy virgin, which was what his clients paid so very much for -- but right now he was right between shy and impressionable, and that was just about right. "Sure did," he said. "Thought you were a pretty little thing. Still do." Peridot's expression went confused for a second -- of course; for him that was just yesterday, or maybe the day before, not more than a year ago now. "Open up for me, pretty boy," he said, and that distracted Peridot from the question of time. He swallowed and his eyelashes fluttered and yes, no wonder he was one of the best earners his first few days after boot, he looked like he was just begging to be ravished with his throat moving like that and his body soft but tense, protesting just enough but not so much it was a nuisance. "I know," he said, "she said, what I'm supposed to -- what you want to -- " "Good," he said. "That's good." The lube was silicone-slick on his fingers. He spread Peridot's knees and said, "Take a deep breath, there you go, that's just right..." When Peridot let it out, shaky and unsure, he pressed his fingers in and -- yes, tight, just like he'd figured -- he got his other hand around Peridot's cock and stroked until Peridot made a little noise and opened his thighs up more. "There. Doesn't that feel good?" Peridot responded so natural that Jasper figured Cobalt must be right -- he must be a modded clone and not a full-construct, they hadn't got everything this perfect on the plastics yet -- Peridot gave him a look both startled and dazed, eyelids sliding down translucent and the flickering back up, that meant he wasn't used to this. It made Jasper wonder what purpose he'd been designed for, before Garnet bought him out, and what fake memories he had playing that he was such an innocent. The little ravished noise he made pretty damn well nearly killed him. He wasn't going to be able to wait much longer. Or any longer. He thought about pulling Peridot up into his lap, but he looked so good like this, stretched out on his back with a wide kitten stare, that Jasper just rolled forward so he was on all fours over Peridot. His hair fell over his shoulder and brushed Peridot's chest, making him squirm -- his hair didn't have Peridot's shifting highlights but there were hidden livewires in it, faint shocks for the unsuspecting. Wasted on Peridot, who didn't suspect anything, who made another tiny noise and said, "Jasper?" "It's fine, sweetheart," he said, "you're doing just fine...." and lined his cock up and pushed it in, not hard but good and steady, until he was all the way deep. Oh, yes -- there it was, there, that expression, that first-time-fucked way he rolled his head back to expose his throat, his pulse, his breaths... the way his body moved, like he wanted to push back and pull away at the same time, and the thin little noise, god, fuck, this wasn't going to take long at all. Peridot was tight and smooth and hot, and squirmed like the virgin he wasn't but thought he was -- little high breathless noises and then a tiny startled sound when Jasper stroked him hard, and then Oh like he knew exactly how to drive someone crazy even though he couldn't possibly -- Jasper let his hair fall over Peridot's lips and then said, "That's just right, just perfect, such a pretty picture," which he was, flushed and sheened with sweat with his mouth open, completely helpless and gorgeous because of it. He opened his mouth again and made a sound, sweet as anything, and Jasper lost it, shuddering and jerking his hips. When he was done, before he pulled free, he gave Peridot a few more hard strokes; Garnet couldn't reset him for at least another week without messing him up (and they'd learned that after the bad encounter, but of course Peridot couldn't remember it now), and if he got off he'd probably consent to this again without fighting too hard before he got reset. Peridot squirmed on his cock and made a little broken noise, his face tensing up, eyes closing, and then shuddered himself to release. Jasper slid out, then, petting his thigh and saying, "There you go. I told you I'd make you feel good, sweetheart." Even after Garnet gave him nineteen kinds of hell -- she was always more protective of the boys she owned outright than the ones she had on contract -- and after she took the lost profit from Peridot's first night after reboot out of his contract, still, he thought it was definitely worth it. |
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| 2:02 pm | Three Bijou Pics 1) Mercenaries: There is a reason I don't usually draw manly men; also known as oh god I don't ever want to draw that much leather again. And, Wow, there's so much wrong with this piece. I almost didn't post it.  2)Jasper: Laylah mentioned wanting the boys in elaborate costumes. That's totally my justification for these next two, and they have nothing whatsoever to do with finishing the above piece and really wanting to draw boys in makeup. Also, somehow I got it into my head that jasper didn't grow out his hair until he came to the bijou, which is- on looking again- not in fact the case. Um. I suck?  3)Jet:I, uh. I have no justification for the visual lit-reference here. I just am a dork and couldn't help myself. I like this one best of the three.  |
| 2:02 pm | bijou_fandom @ 2007-03-01T19:48:00 So after a discussion about Moulin Rouge meets Bijou these happened... Taking inspiration from Toulouse Lautrec's printed posters I decided to leave the colour flat (and it's definitely not because this is where my colouring skills end ^^;).  Jasper  Jade  Lapis and Lazuli Can you tell I got lazy by the end? Lapis and Lazuli are... pleh. The colours are particularly pleh. So just pay atention to the lesbian twincest and ignore the rest. P.S. Please excuse the bad quality, I have no scanner and am somewhat inept with photoshop and... retouching and... stuff? |
| 2:02 pm | [FIC] Mist Will Fade. Title: Mist Will Fade. Fandom:  precious_stonesWarnings: Remember to brush your teeth and floss after having Fluff. Failing to do this causes cavities. Characters/couples: Aidan, Jet, Liam, Topaz, mentions of other Jewels. Summary: Two moments: Aidan and Liam, and another one with Jet and Topaz. Rating: PG. Notes: I fail at porn. The Woob owns me. *ashamed* Hopefully, laylah and jpegasus won't decide to revoke my Bijou!fancard after this. *hides*The Fox and the Hound! *lame* Feel free to take 'em to a good home.    Mist Will Fade. Somehow, Jet hadn't quiet understood why it was that Topaz always seemed so tired the day after Liam had come, more than any other day. He hadn't been able to meet the mercenary before, but he had thought that, seeing a friendly face among the ocean of strangers, would be something nice and refreshing. He sighed a little when, after his bath the day after Aidan and Liam had been there, when the day was finally over, Topaz was alone over a corner, covers already drawn tight around himself. Usually, it was either Jade or Onyx the ones that comforted anyone sad, or Jasper would try to cheer them up in that loud way of his. But Jade had been going with a client to one of the rooms when Jet finished with his last client, Onyx was already a dark tangle of covers, sleeping with an arm over his eyes, and Jasper was happily moaning by a side of the room. He thought he could understand it better, the way Topaz' eyes seemed broken, if only a little, because he had, somehow, forgotten that after being very happy one felt, after that, quiet contentment and, after that, one felt alone. So Jet picked up a cover for himself and sidestepped where Jasper was arching, and sat down next to Topaz, who looked up and offered him a wan smile. "I sleep here?" Jet asked, and he was rewarded by a somewhat bigger smile as Topaz nodded and lifted his cover. Jet spread his over them both and then moved inside Topaz arms, and even if he wasn't Liam, he was pretty certain that being with someone who also missed him (and Aidan, but Topaz hadn't been lucky enough to spend several months with them, Jet thought) would make Topaz feel better. It was making him feel better, after all. *** So these days, they're able to have whole conversations just with glances. Aidan almost thinks it's uncool all this, the way when they walk through the street markets and gypsies offer charms and jewels, they both glance towards them, if only for a second. He raises an eyebrow. Earrings or a ring? He smirks when Liam rolls his eyes, his very own 'Look who's speaking?' and then pretends to ignore him. He's probably getting earrings, Aidan thinks with a grin. Really, he's quite grateful that this part of them is kept private. Watching Liam's eyes soften at the way he looks some of those jewels wouldn't make him seem like the Big Bad Barbarian he looks like anymore. If he has to be honest with himself (which he tries to avoid as much as possible, thank you), he'd admit that how he looks at some of the charms the gypsy has, a smooth gray stone that is engraved with a character he thinks he remembers seeing in Qijin, it also makes him lose a lot of the 'fiercest Barbarian' name he should be trying to live up to. He really, really, really hopes that no future client sees them like this. It'll be bad enough, he reckons, next time Jet looks at him with that flirty little grin of his. |
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| 2:02 pm | Christmas giftie for the Bijou Hi, I'm new here! *waves* So not quite as early as I would have liked to put this up, but here it is anyway! This is a Christmas gift fic for laylah because she Warnings and etc are at the top of the page behind the cut . Hope you all enjoy! It was a good day for sailing... |
| 2:02 pm | bijou_fandom @ 2006-11-27T00:41:00 Hi everyone! This is lissiel's new fandom journal, so hello again. Did this peice as a holiday present for laylah.http://mitsuhachi.livejournal.com/2473.h |
| 2:02 pm | Cobalt-sama birthday's art ♥ YAY! I was able to finish it in time!! ...Must buy a new pencil... DAMN. NOT WORKSAFE  Mhhh... When I first planned it, Jadey and Peridot were supposed to have cream all sprawled on their bodies... But Cobalt-sama said it was fine like that, or he'd have to lick the cream and it would be "undignifying" *shrugs* |
| 2:02 pm | Icons. Hello, newish reader of the Bijou, and I come offering some icons. These are... well, see, I'm kind of a casting-maniac and since I've too many models pictures, so I did a few icons based on how I think the Bijou (plus Liam *swoons at the Barbarian*) would look, trying to fit them as best as possible. Hope this is okay ^^U            On a sidenote: the guys I used for Lapiz and Lazuli aren't twins but I liked the way the picture seemed to translate some of that closeness the twins have. Er... yeah, so, hi! |
