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cinderferal

Shidou is waiting in a sparring ring at the training center Bakugou sent him to. It's a nice place. He had to pay for a day pass, since he spends most of his time in Europe these days, but since he's a professional athlete he can afford it.

He's in a pair of white gym shorts, riding just a bit low on his waits to show the black waistband of the jock strap he's wearing (the fabric holding the plastic cup cradling his junk is hot pink, but can't be seen), with wraps around his ankles and hands, stretching while he waits for the explosive hero.

Pink eyes look up as hears someone walking into the gym. Ah, finally. The Great Murder God Dynamight is finally here. He gets up from his butterfly stretch and drapes himself over the rope of the ring.

"Hey baby boy," he chirped.

notaswimmingmonkey

[As promised, Asahi was at Ikuya's place in ten minutes, give or take thirty seconds. It was a cool evening, but he was comfortable in a pair of gray sweatpants (no dick print because he was wearing underwear, because despite being pretty shameless, freeballing isn't natural to him) a red t-shirt and black zip up hoodie.

He knocks on the door to Ikuya's apartment, an easy smile already on his face. Ready for whatever the night brings. Sex was obvious. But there was something more brewing under the surface, something that might have been there as early as middle school before his father moved them for his job. Whether it would evolve past just them sex buddies was another question. But either way, Ikuya was important to him. And he didn't want to screw this up.

And he had gone ahead and offered to buy Ikuya a pair of panties that he could ruin. Well, whatever happened, it was going to be fun.]

Hey, Ikuya! I'm here!

blonddisaster

Vash wasn’t a stranger to discomfort. Phantom pain in his limbs, aching scars, and other minor injuries that take time to heal. And not so minor ones that became the achy scars. The heat between his legs was a new sort of discomfort. One he wasn’t sure how to describe it. He had a guess to what it was. He was, after all, a Plant who had spent most of his time curious about humans, loving humans despite their flaws.

So, he sort of knows what was going on and even has a good guess as to why, even if the exact reasons were a mystery that would likely never be solved. And he really couldn’t focus on it because he had to take care of Nai.

Less take care of and more wrangle with his twin, because somehow, he was healing faster than him. Of course, Nai said it was because he didn’t need food and rest. Which was unfair to say because Vash didn’t need that much food and rest. At least, not compared to a human, but any he might need must seem like a lot to Nai.

Blowing out a sigh, Vash continued to fiddle with his prosthetic until he got it so he could move its fingers again. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing. He stood and looked around, hoping his twin hadn’t walked off in huff and gotten himself lost. Neither of them was up a hundred percent. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brother couldn’t take care of himself. Quite the opposite, he was worried that if there were any humans around, wherever they were, Nai would kill them.

“Nai,” he called out as he walked out of the cave they had been sheltering in the last few days since their fight, since their birthday. “Hey, Nai, where – ah, there you are.”

That heat between his legs became even more intense and he stifled a whine. Something about Nai was making it more... well, more. But like hell he was going to share that with his brother. He knew Nai would take any advantage over him. “You okay, night’s falling and it’s going to get cold.”

notaswimmingmonkey

[New Year's Eve.

Their first New Year's Eve away from their families and old enough to drink, so the six of them had partied maybe a bit too much. Kisumi had brought the wine, and Aashi had brought beer.

Kisumi was passed out on the kitchen floor, and Haru was snoozing in the bathtub. Ikuya and Hiyori had caught a ride home using one of those driving apps.

This left Aashi and Makoto in the 'living room' area of his apartment. He was done in his t-shirt and boxer briefs, and sprawled out on the sofa, a goofy smile on his face as he watched some idol group preform on TV. He was nice and buzzed.]

Hey. You're quiet.

[He nudged Makoto with a foot.]

Thinking 'bout something?

[He had wondered what kind of drunk Makoto would be. He had seemed pretty happy when they were all awake, with good energy flowing - it was hard to be down around Kisumi drunk or sober, but now things had simmered down, so he wanted to make sure Makoto wasn't a sad drunk.]

shotel

Quatre flopped down on his bed, dressed for bed in a pair of baby blue pajama bottoms, though he wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon. Not with Trowa coming over. It had been too long since his lover had been in his bed, or him in Trowa's. And hearing that Trowa was giving free shows and coming over to give him one? Well, that was a bit exciting, wasn't it?

He smiled at the image of Trowa stripping down because someone said they wanted to see him naked. Trowa was a handsome man, with very nice body, anyone who liked men would want to see him naked. He was a little jealous that he wasn't there to witness it, and wondered how much the former Heavyarms pilot had to drink.

Ah well, he couldn't be everywhere, not when he had a company to run.

He stretched out, letting out a soft grunt as various joints popped. Everything was set. Trowa had free rein of the house, so no one would stop him from just walking up to Quatre's room and joining him.

The door opened, and Quatre propped himself on his elbows and smiled. "Hey sweetheart," he said when he saw his lover in the doorway.

dermagier

The U-20 World Cup was over, and it was time to get back to life.

A life without Michael Kaiser in it. He had taken the offer to Re Al and gone, leaving Alexis.

It was... hard. Hard because Kaiser had become his sun, his moon, and all the stars. He was in love with Kaiser, had been since the say he had come into and asked him if he believed in the impossible. Because Alexis did. He loved the impossible, the magic in the world. It wasn't like the magic in fairy tales and fantasy, though he wished it was, but in the passions that were ignited in people. Kaiser had ignited that in Alexis.

And now he was gone.

And in his place was Yoichi Isagi.

Kaiser... wasn't exactly the most popular member of Bastard München, but he won games, so he was tolerated and respected if not loved. Whether or not the rest of the Under-Twenty team of Bastard would accept Isagi was up in the air.

And since it was Ness and Isagi that had scored that last, winning goal during the Neo Egoist League, the coach of the team decided that it was Alexis who should help get Isagi settled in. So, here he was, at the dorms of the Bastard München youth academy, waiting for Isagi to show up.

brutalappeal

Military life had surprisingly suited Seung-gil. Not enough that he wanted to make a career out of it, but enough that his time in it hadn't been awful. He did his year and a half in the army after retiring from skating at twenty-four, and had gotten out, deciding to continue his education in advanced mathematics.

Now, six months after retiring, he was seeing the people from the year Victor Nikiforov tried his hand at coaching Yuri Katsuki for the first time in years. Including Emil. He had known Emil had retired around the same time he had and had gone into the more extreme side of winter sports.

"Hey," he said as he walked over to the taller man. He didn't know why he was invited to this party or why he accepted it, he barely knew any of the people here; Leroy was an irritant, the Crispino twins were annoying (though Mickey was less now because he finally gotten it through his head that he didn't want to date Sara), Katsuki was weird, and Giacometti, the man hosting the party, was lewd.

But the others were okay, if a little loud because they were drinking. He settled at the window with Emil, a small bowl of party mix crackers in hand, a Coke in the other. He looked at the other man. Emil was twenty-four now? Or about to be twenty-four, if he remembered right. "How have you been?"

He was fond of Emil, despite not having seen him in some time. They had kept in contact, but Seung-gil was never the best at keeping communication, and his time in the military had distracted him from staying in touch with the few friends he did make during his time figure skating, so other than the occasional hello via DMs on Facebook or Instagram, he hadn't heard much from him, only knowing what was going in the Czech man's life via his Facebook timeline. Or was it Wall? He didn't bother to remember.

But they two of them had had an intimate connection a few times, and those memories was something Seung-gil often found himself looking at. For various reasons.

inmyweb

Makoto was minding his own damn business one too hot summer evening when he got assaulted by two goons.

He knew they were goons the moment he laid eyes on him. The second question was whose goons were they and why were they attacking him. The first question was how to get out of the situation without getting himself hurt. These two had mutation quirks, were taller than him, and had bigger muscles.

"Help you gentleman?" he asked as they crowded him into an alley. He activated his quirk, weighing his options. There weren't any good ones. They alley they were backing him into was had a dead end, and it was small enough and they were built enough that they blocked the exit.

But just because they were big didn't mean they were athletic, but in one of the possible futures he could see, one of them got their shirts ripped off, and he was cut.

Mid level mobsters, but they were smart enough to box him in like this. And smart enough not to let themselves be seen until they ambushed him, his quirk only worked with the information he had, sometimes it sparked when he was in danger, but it hadn't this time.

"You've been nosing in on some of our boss' business," the one whose shirt got would get ripped off if he tried to run now said. He had a nice voice, and a nice smile that belayed a potential to create a lot of pain. "And he wants you out of it."

Who the hell had he pissed off? Maybe it was his father finally tired of paying his tuition and silence. Though if that was the case the old man had another thing coming because those photos would be released if he died. Maybe it was his wife, who was divorcing him and trying to get as much money as possible from him.

Or it could be the spoiled brat son of someone he pissed off at school. Someone who had tried to mess with him and got burned. Fifty-fifty either way.

"And he doesn't want to negotiate?" Makoto asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because hurting me will only make what's coming for him worse."

"No. He wants you out, all the way out," velvet voice said, his smile broaden to show his sharp lionlike teeth.

Makoto saw the punch before the other goon swung and had sidestepped out of the way. Keeping his quirk activated so he could see every potential problem, he saw no clean way out of this.

Dirty it was then. He let the next get in before he ducked, ramming his fist in the silent goon's groin, saw the knee coming up, took it in the chest as the man fell. Pain blossomed where the knee hit, but he put his hand down and ran for the exit, taking just a second to stomp on the goon's face, breaking his nose for sure and hopefully his jaw as he ducked out of Velvet voice's right hook and kept going.

cinderferal

So, Shidou's never really taught anyone about sex before. Oh, he provided exposition and used sex as a metaphor all the time; most people got sex.

He talked about sex a lot, partly because it was on his brain all the time, partly to be an asshole and try to freak people out into underestimating him on the pitch.

But now he's going to be someone's guru, and if he's honest? He's a little nervous and a lot more excited. He doesn't want to fuck up this guy's sex life. But considering his life is pretty fucking great, the chances of that are low.

So here he is, sitting in a decent motel, waiting for Denji to show up.

worthlesspride

The sound of the ocean outside Oikawa's hotel was soft and gentle. Oikawa had a good-looking man in his arms; all should be right in the world.

Making friends with Hinata was nice and reignited a spark in him that had dimmed a bit since he had come to Argentina. And the sex was awesome; Hinata was an enthusiastic lover and gorgeous to watch either under or on top, and they had gone a couple of rounds before calling it a night, showered, and were now cuddling in the spare bed of his room.

It was almost perfect. Almost because there was something niggling in the back of his mind ever since Hinata brought up Kageyama. Thankfully, not when he was balls deep inside of the hot, enthusiastic redhead now resting his head on Oikawa's chest, Oikawa's hand stroking that sunny hair.

They were quiet now, and he was sure Hinata was on the edge of sleep as his brain spiraled. Every time Hinata mentioned Kageyama, something in him had taken notice no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Things between him and his former kouhai had just, well, ended. They had great sex, and then Oikawa moved to Argentina. He had thought about him and used the memories of their encounters on lonely nights. But now, with the memory of Kageyama Tobio in his face now that he wasn't distracted by Hinata's sunny personality.

"Shit, I'm in love with Tobio-chan."

rainandswallows

They had spent most of the day traveling from Japan to Italy to stay at a tropical (or semi-tropical? Yamamoto didn't know the correct label, only that it was warm) island of Mafia Land again.

( Yamamot was drying his hair.. )

lefttwin

Something had happened for the first time in a long time.

Someone had asked Osamu out on a date. It was not a hook-up, which was uncommon, but it happened thanks to Grindr and bars whenever Osamu felt like putting himself out there. No. This was an actual date with someone he had been flirting with ever since the man moved his business into the storefront a few doors down from Miya Onigiri. He had also played volleyball before retiring after high school.

Osamu hadn't dated since he and Kita had their more or less civil breakup a year after graduating high school. They were still good friends, but it had hurt, and watching his brother go through his romantic turmoil only made Osamu decide that waiting until he was a bit older and getting his business established before pursuing romance was the best option.

Now, someone had asked him out. Someone he liked, had inside jokes with, complained about employees with, and played in a neighbor league with. And was attractive. Very attractive. This Saturday, a nice dinner, a movie, and then... well.

So, he panicked. And he did the one thing he swore he'd never do the first time he saw Atsumu answer an interviewer's question about romance, called his brother for advice.

He was already regretting asking for it when he opened the door to let his brother into his apartment. "If I said I don't need your help anymore, you wouldn't listen to me, would you?"

faecolors

[Kellan was feeling listless and uninspired. He and Amalia had mapped a good chunk of Thunder Junction, and for the first few weeks, it had been fun. But now he was restless. He thought he had been ready to settle and rest his feet for a while, but now he wasn't so sure.

He was still looking for his father in strangers' faces, wondering if they were him in disguise. Suppose Oko was missing him as much as Kellan missed him.

Kellan sighs and thumps his head lightly against the cliff's rock face. He rests his head against the warm stone for a moment before pulling back and putting his hat back on.

Amalia had decided to spend the week in a little town with vampires from various planes of the multiverse, those who didn't fit in with the vampires of their plane for one reason or another. Kellan had stayed for a day before feeling restless and deciding to do some scouting ahead. And maybe that had been a mistake, as now he had too much to think about and no one to distract him from his own thoughts.

Allowing himself the luxury of a sigh, Kellan gave his shoulders a roll and summoned his magic, lifting into the air a bit. There was a small cave higher on the cliff face. He could camp there tonight. In the morning, he'd go to a spring and wash up before heading back to the vampire town to see if Amalia was ready to move on or not. If she weren't, well, he'd figure something out.]

rising_wing

Thebes wasn't exactly near a beach, but by gummi ship, it was close enough and secluded enough to give Riku and Sora a bit of privacy for their date. For the date, Riku had dressed in a white and gold swimsuit with a wrap around it like a kilt and had gotten Sora a similar suit, though his suit was a little longer and slimmer in the leg than Riku's.

The sun was high in the cloudless sky, beating down on them.

Riku relaxed in the chair, grinning at Sora, who had a bowl of grapes and looked absolutely adorable in the white and gold ensemble.

"Not a bad fantasy, huh?" he asked and patted his thigh, offering Sora a place to sit.

scarredrain

Raising his glass, Yamamoto Takeshi studied the amber liquid in it as he slowly swirled it. It was good whiskey, a Japanese brand he had become fond of—Yamazaki single malt whiskey, aged for twelve years.

Growing up, Yamamoto's father refused to make any food that wasn't Japanese unless he could give it a Japanese name. He hadn't understood it then, but now he did and took pride in who he was and where he came from. So, he took to drinking Japanese brands of drinks when he could. It was a show of power and wealth because everyone knew imported drinks were more expensive—or at least gave the impression of enjoying finer things.

It was also a constant reminder to the conservative members of the mafia underworld that he wasn't Italian. A not-so-subtle middle finger to them.

There was a groan, and Yamamoto turned to look. One of the fifteen men, goons of one of the conservative Mafia families Gokudera was negotiating upstairs with, he had knocked out using the dull side of his sword, was getting up. Impressive. That one had some potential. He was young, maybe fifteen, and needed a better Family. But recruitment wasn't Yamamoto's job. Hopefully, when this Family went under another, nicer Family would take the kid in. He made a mental note to send someone to recruit the kid when the Agosti Family finally fell apart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the most beautiful man in the world walk out of one of the private dining areas. "Have you finished threatening Verdi already?" he asked before putting the rim of the tumbler to his lips and taking a sip.

crushfist

Zell thought his first mission right after graduating to a full SeeD would have felt better than this. But he hadn't counted on this.

With only four graduates and one instructor reinstated as SeeD, Balbamb Garden was spread thin, so top-tier students were assigned to each of them. He wondered how they were assigned. He knew Selphie was assigned to work with Fuujin, Nida was assigned Raijin, and Zell was assigned to work with Seifer.

Squall and Quistis got lucky and were assigned cadets not part of the discipline committee.

This was going to be awkward. Seifer didn't respond well to authority at the best times, and they got along like oil and water.

But it was a job. They had to get it done. Maybe with Seifer's recent exam failure, he'll be more willing to play it by the books.

Zell had to stop himself from sighing because he doubted Seifer would listen to anyone, least of all him.

He stepped out of the classroom, shrugging his shoulders as he got used to having Ifrit junctioned. Time to go on and wait for Seifer and get briefed by one of the faculty members.

energyrain

Insomnia was a nice city, Tidus decided as he looked out at the club from a balcony situated over the main bar and looked down on the dance floor. He was just old enough to get in but not old enough to drink in Lucis. Which was fine by him; he wasn't keen on the idea of drinking for several reasons he didn't want to think about.

The Zanarkand Abes had beat the Insomnia Glaives pretty handily. The Glaives weren't the best team in the League, but they were decent enough to give the Abes a bit of the challenge. But still, the team came out to Insomnia's hottest club to celebrate. As the youngest on his team, Tidus was the only one not drinking, so he had spent most of his time here dancing while the others had their table and drank some, relieving the match. Tidus would go over them later; he just wanted to have fun right now.

He had a glass of water before him, taking a break from dancing. He was tempted to take off the white tank top he was wearing. He wouldn't be the only shirtless man on the dance floor if he did.

Most people here didn't recognize him, which was one reason why he was eager to dance instead of hang with his team. He took a long drink of his water, finishing it off before turning to return to the bar.

"Whoops," he said as he bumped into a man with dark hair. "My bad," he gave the man an apologetic smile.

worthlesspride

2023 was the off-year between the Olympics and the World Championships, though the World Cup would be held this year in Japan, as both it and the Grand Champions Cup always were. Argentina would very likely be coming to the World Cup later in September, but right now was vacation time for Tooru. He had just finished spending a couple of days with his parents, letting them fuss over him, told his nephew all the cool stuff that was in Argentina, and held his new niece for the first time (and was spit up on by her more than once).

Next was to check up on Iwa-chan for a surprise-not-really-a-surprise visit! (AKA, he said he was coming, and Iwaizumi told him not to bother and that they’d get together after work, but Tooru knew he’d be sleepy by then because of the time zone difference.) And maybe, if he was lucky, run into Shoyo too, as he knew his friend was visiting too, but they didn’t really get to compare their schedules.

“Iwa-chan~” He called out as he saw his friend in the lobby, talking to Miya Atsumu, Oikawa’s third least favorite person. He did his best not to glare at him and beamed at his best friend.

lefttwin

Osamu walked into the restaurant and scanned the tables to see if his brother had shown up early. He hadn’t, but Osamu wasn’t surprised. He spoke with the hostess and was brought to a table in the back.

He liked this little hot pot place. It was quiet, close to his apartment, and cheap. Cheap was good because most of the money he made was going into his business. He loved Onigiri Miya, and while it paid the bills, it wasn’t paying for much else yet. It would. Food was his passion, and he made great onigiri with great ingredients.

But sometimes he missed having free time. Which was one of the reasons he jumped at the chance to have dinner with Atsumu. Especially when the other offered to pay, if only to buy his silence.

Osamu was contemplating texting his brother to rag him about being late, even though he was only a minute late, when he saw him walk in. He waved to get his attention.

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