~Erisabesu~

Fic Post: "Second Chances" [Naruto/Anko]

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 01:14:58 GMT

Before I forget! Wrote this for oh_shit_santa's Summer Fest! :3 There is a ton of awesome fic and art over there, many many fandoms represented, so go check it out! \o/

Title: “Second Chances”
Characters/Pairings: Naruto/Anko
Genre: Plot? What Plot?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very brief mentions of plot! :O
Summary: Anko has a thing for younger men. Especially a hot eighteen year old with a backup energy source.

"Anko sizes him up the moment he enters the party."

Please enjoy!

♥

Fic Post: "Tabula Rasa"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 19:20:44 GMT

khrminibang fics are up! \o/ What a great way to wake up on a Saturday! 8D

Master list of fics is here: [2009 Master List]

Everything is posted on Dreamwidth since it has no wordcount limits. ♥ There are comment threads on the Master List post for each piece, so I encourage everyone to read, enjoy, and comment on all the wonderful stories and art that were put together for this challenge! I know how I'm spending the rest of the day, lol. ;D

My piece is:

Title: “Tabula Rasa” ♥
Author:erisabesu
Artist:varethane
Pairing: Hibari/Yamamoto 8018; (mentions of: 8059, S80, and D18)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Summary: There are only three who know the big picture: Tsuna who dies two days early, Shoichi who is trapped behind enemy lines, and Hibari Kyoya, who is left to ensure a new future can be made—a future in which he will not exist.

varethane's artwork is incredible! Her DA account is loaded with other awesome things. It was so great getting to collaborate with her! :3

Last but not least, a ginormous THANK YOU to my amazing pals who beta-read multiple drafts (and outlines!) throughout this process. What would I do without you?!

And now, please enjoy. ♥

^__~

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:21:58 GMT

Ahhhh, turning in the final piece for khrminibang is such a relief! :D I swear, I could hardly do a thing yesterday from the aftermath of writing/editing exhaustion. I think I slept until 3pm. o__o But somehow I was inspired to to a random manga manip! XD

You guys know this image of Yamamoto and Squalo from ch. 173, right?

It's always seemed to me like they should go together; the pose and everything is just screaming for it. I am probably not the first to tinker with it, lol, and certainly I'm no Photoshop expert by any means, but in my gaga post-fic stupor I started playing around and figured maybe some of you would enjoy! S80 has a very distinct and awesome appeal that I want to explore in writing one of these days. *__*

♥__♥ All I did was move Yamamoto to the right--their swords line up and everything! *flails* I tried to get Squalo's sneaky hand in there too. ;3

Enjoy, flist! ;D

Bwuh...?

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 00:22:57 GMT

Don't ask me how this happened, I have no idea. *shifty eyes* The late-late-night urge came and I obeyed, lol. ^////^

Title: "On My Honor"
Series: Kyou Kara Maoh ~~...whut? ^^;~~
Pairing: Conrad/Shouri ;D
Genre: PWP
Rating: see above
Summary: Every time, the pretense is the same...

On My Honor
--

Shouri always begins by folding his glasses and placing them on the nightstand before turning those serious eyes in his direction. Every time, the pretense is the same: Can I really trust you to keep him safe?

When Conrad visits Earth, it's a given that Shouri has devised a new test with new rules and higher stakes, a duel they repeat in silence and in secret in Shouri's room next door to His Majesty's. It's the only way to keep their battles fair; Shouri wields no sword, and Conrad has no maryoku to call to his waiting fingers. So it comes down to the one thing they two have in abundance--endurance.

On this night there's triple the risk--with Wolfram next door on a guest futon and Gwendel on the sofa below. It's not just Shouri's brother who might overhear, so Conrad's test is mental and physical, maintaining perfect silence while Shouri strips him down and stirs up all that he's held back since the last time, abstinent except for these infrequent nights spent in a parallel world. Shouri's typist's hands have learned the spots that make Conrad's body tighten in arousal, his teeth teasing the line of Conrad's collarbone and the arc of his throat without giving up so much noise as a panting breath. Shouri's lips ghost over Conrad's ear in maddening slowness, stretching the tingling moment in a sadistic anticipation of victory sealed by a kiss just under Conrad's jaw.

Conrad digs his fingers into the blankets to keep quiet, but fixes both eyes to Shouri's, wholly unwilling to concede defeat--he will not be underestimated. Shouri smirks, oblivious to the way his pale Japanese skin has bloomed pink with matching desire. Then, Conrad can see no more than the crown of black hair on Shouri's head as Earth's next Maou slides down between his thighs.

It bothers Conrad more than he'd like to admit, to know that Shouri must have learned these things from someone. But after Shouri has put that wicked tongue to work and swallowed him whole, Conrad can't think of any other thing but clamping his lips together and regulating his breathing so that the tiniest moan will not come out. Shouri widens his legs, draws blunt nails down the backs of his thighs, mouth and throat so wet and good. Conrad counts to ten, over and over, then tries reciting lines of aged hymns to Shinou Heika while Shouri does his best to break him.

A lesser man would have fallen in the first minute, but a lesser man would not be worthy of remaining at His Majesty's side and so--Conrad must not give in. This is as important to Shouri as it is to him, and the grip of his hands turns his knuckles bone-white, the power of his will alone keeping his release--that of his body; that of his voice--at bay for as long as Shouri deems necessary. Finally, finally, Shouri lifts his head and looks Conrad right in the eye, one eyebrow raised in mute, frustrated acknowledgement.

A drop of sweat slips down the side of Conrad's face. For a moment they are both still; Conrad watches Shouri carefully, eyes following the firm line of his lips, still moist from such a lengthy siege. Then Shouri stands at the foot of the bed and pulls his nightshirt over his head.

Conrad swallows, waiting for what comes next, as Shouri drops his shed clothing into a pile on the floor. He eases overtop Conrad's body, their heights and proportions as similar as their devotion to His Majesty. Shouri buries his hands under the pillow cradling Conrad's head and leans close enough for a brush of lips, but no such touch takes place. Shouri draws out the bottle of lubricant and begins his next series of attacks, a slick hand reaching backward to prepare both his body and Conrad's for his personal, perfected version of a swordfighter's Coup de Grace.

Shouri's knees straddle Conrad's hips and dig into his flanks, tongue moving up Conrad's neck and teasing the inner curves of his ear. Conrad holds his breath and feels Shouri's lips smile against his skin, taunting him. But Conrad can also feel the way Shouri's toes flex into the mattress in urgency, and the fine tremors of need rippling across Shouri's naked body. This kind of test cuts both ways.

Shouri sits up, planting a steadying hand on Conrad's washboard stomach and piercing him with that signature, challenging gaze. Shouri's other hand guides the tip of Conrad's cock while his hips shift backward and Conrad goes rigid, teeth clenched tight as Shouri allows their bodies to meet and join in one slow, agonizing motion. Not a single sound escapes from either of them. Conrad shudders, and then exhales before Shouri can begin moving and turn a small thing like breathing into something entirely unimportant.

Shouri does move, though, all those muscles trained in countless hours of Judo shifting forward and back in rapid determination to make Conrad lose this game, to prove him unfit to protect his precious brother. Conrad knows that watching Shouri like this is dangerous, a man so intellectual and brilliant and yet so unaware of the wanton expression on his face.

Or maybe Shouri knows exacly how sexy he looks, Conrad thinks, curling his hands deeper into the blankets from the effort of holding off his climax. Shouri sees him do this and changes his rhythm, angling deeper, arching his back. Conrad can't help moving with him, thrusting upward and seeing Shouri's expression change to one with hooded eyes and a scowling, petulant mouth.

It's this stubbornness that Conrad likes best, a trait that runs in the Shibuya family and is especially strong in the eldest son. But he refuses to be outdone--despite the sweet pleasure of Shouri's body driving him mad with every passing second.

And then they hear it--light footsteps in His Majesty's room, and the door opening.

Shouri goes still, eyes wide, neck craning towards the doorway.

Conrad moves his hips, reminding Shouri that they are not finished no matter which of their brothers might pass by the room. Shouri whips his head around, brows furrowed, but Conrad will not let him stop. He bucks harder and Shouri's hands brace on his chest, not a noise to give them away while those footsteps outside come closer and closer.

Conrad moves his hands to Shouri's thighs, slides them up to his hips while Shouri glares, cheeks now a full-on flush. Shouri pushes against his chest and tries to regain control but it's just too much--the footsteps outside make Shouri tremble, every sensation made so much more intense by the very real danger of being caught this time.

Shouri tries to hold it in, but Conrad knows the warning signs and pushes his body upright so he can grab Shouri's head and stop him from letting out any cry by pressing their mouths together. He stifles Shouri's gasp with lips and tongue, preserving their temporary vow of silence with kisses that sear, all that was missing between them before now. Shouri's moan slips down Conrad's throat, and the footsteps pass right by the door.

Conrad drops a hand down to Shouri's straining cock and strokes him, slow and sure, feeling every bit of Shouri's pleasure where their bodies connect. Shouri holds onto him, fingers grabbing tufts of Conrad's hair and yanking to show his annoyance although Conrad knows it for the front it is. He sucks on Shouri's tongue and they hear water running in the distance, he speeds up his hand on Shouri's cock and they hear those footsteps returning back the way they came. Shouri's body goes rigid and still Conrad does not stop touching him and Shouri comes--a wild thrash in Conrad's lap that brings Conrad's release along with it, just as the sounds of His Majesty's feet vanish next door.

Shouri knocks Conrad backward and they collapse in a heap, struggling to keep their breathing in check. Conrad knows Shouri is angry; if he hadn't kissed Shouri right then... But he did, and they're safe, and that's what matters.

Shouri is the first to move, shoving away from him and reaching for the box of tissues. Conrad grabs his arm and pulls him back in close, folding Shouri into his arms and placing a chaste kiss on the back of Shouri's neck.

I'll protect you as well as I protect His Majesty, Shouri.

Shouri hmphs, and drags the sheets over their sweaty bodies, settling in. Conrad smiles, anticipating that his chore the next day will be laundry...and probably several other menial tasks if Shouri gets his way. Not that Conrad will ever complain.

--
Ω

For anyone on my flist wondering who these people are, here's a pic: Shouri wears glasses, and Conrad's behind him in uniform. ♥
And here's a group shot: Shouri, Conrad, Gwendel in back, and Wolfram, Yuuri, and Murata in front.

P.S. gilith_ramaloce, I blame you. ^__~ <333

Ficlet post: "Inclement" [KHR - 80, 18]

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 04:38:45 GMT

For neekaneeks, whose talents and giving spirit will take her far in life. ♥

Title: Inclement
Series: KHR
Characters: Hibari, Yamamoto
Rating: G

Please enjoy! ♥

Inclement
--

The rain hasn’t let up in four days now.

The only place in the huge Vongola mansion where Hibari can get a break from the constant noise is in the bath, but he isn’t in the mood. When everything else in the world is wet, from a downpour so extreme that every flight out of the three closest airports has been cancelled, the last thing he wants is to submerge his body in even more water. All main and side roads out of town have been closed as well. While Hibari couldn’t care less about obeying safety regulations or allowing blockades keep him from going where he pleases, every vehicle available in the Ninth and Tenth’s garages is sporty and chic, nothing but rows of utter deathtraps.

In light of the situation, the outside Advisor instills a temporary ban on inter-Guardian sparring matches, with the warning that any who test the waters will have their box weapons confiscated indefinitely. Sawada Tsunayoshi argues that such a thing isn’t necessary, but Hibari can understand the nature these things—those who are strong are apt to go stir-crazy without an outlet, and what begins as a simple bout can quickly get out of hand.

Hibari resents being cooped up. But he is not such a fool as to let tedium get the better of him.

He is not the only one chafing under the circumstances. Sasagawa Ryohei is possibly even more annoying when cut off from the sun, and no amount of time in the training rooms or sparring in the boxing ring with Iemitsu’s subordinates helps to quiet his bellowing voice. Lambo finds new ways to cause mischief about the place, so much worse at thirteen than he ever was at five now that the concept of sexuality has hit—and with disastrous results.

The only person who seems calm about the difficulties is Gokudera Hayato, who holes up most nights in his library or putters in his lab with caustic chemicals and things that go boom—in what Sawada nervously assures everyone is a controlled environment. As far as Hibari can tell, Gokudera surfaces only when he needs food, or when he has thought up a scathing remark he can’t keep to himself any longer.

For obvious reasons Hibari has stayed far away from everyone as much as possible, seeking refuge in a part of the mansion that will soon be renovated, and thus sits empty. Today, however, he finds Yamamoto Takeshi has beaten him to it, sitting on the sill of an open window, eyes closed and rain dripping down his face.

Yamamoto hears his footsteps and crooks one eye open. Then he smiles, using a hand to shield his face so he can see. “Yo, Hibari-san.”

Hibari amends his previous thoughts on finding another who doesn’t seem bothered by the torrents of rain keeping them all locked inside. Water drips from Yamamoto’s hair, his chin, most of his suit shirt clinging damp to his body. There is a puddle on the floor underneath the window.

“Was I in your spot?” Yamamoto tilts his head. “Sorry, I’ll move. You can have it.” He touches one long leg down to the floor.

“I don’t want it.” Hibari moves inside the doorway, then leans his shoulder into the wall and folds his arms over his chest.

“Ah.” Yamamoto chuckles. “Okay then.” He closes his eyes and turns his face back into the rain, grinning. “Weather like this is so nice.”

Hibari frowns.

Yamamoto turns his head halfway back inside the room, opening one eye. “Do you like the rain, Hibari?”

Hibari shrugs. “I dislike things that interfere.”

“Haha. That makes sense.” Yamamoto reaches his arm outside, palm up, delight evident in the curl of his fingertips. “You know what?”

Hibari makes no response, and Yamamoto continues anyhow.

“I used to not like the rain.” Yamamoto’s smile crooks wry, like saying this aloud is a kind of confession. “You can’t play baseball in the rain. You can’t practice baseball in the rain. Can’t run the bases if the field’s all muddy, and pitchers can’t grip the ball right. Anything you manage to hit will just slip right off the bat and go foul. Rainy days were the worst for me for as long as I can remember.”

Hibari watches as Yamamoto pauses, looking thoughtful.

“But you know? So much is different now.” Yamamoto curls his outstretched hand into a fist, Vongola ring visible on his finger. “Rain like this can be useful, you know? If you have the affinity. I wouldn’t have to conjure any of this—with the ring, I could just use it. Camouflage, shield, offensive forms—anything I want. Right here in unlimited quantity… it’s kind of thrilling.”

Yamamoto ends with a laugh and Hibari’s eyes narrow—for something in the man’s casual stance is changing, slowly, something Hibari’s instincts warn could prove interesting.

Yamamoto wipes at some of the water trickling down his face, and chuckles. “It’s been raining like this for days, and I can’t help sitting here and hoping we’ll be attacked. Ten… twenty… Doesn’t matter how many—I could take them all out.” He snaps his dripping fingers, a gunshot pop. “Just like that. Every last one of them.”

Yamamoto’s brows furrow, just for a moment, and Hibari sees a flash of the kind of battle lust that only the best—the naturals—have inside them.

That one instant is enough; Hibari’s neck prickles and his belly tightens with the urge to climb out that window into the pouring wet, draw his tonfa and find out exactly how dangerous this man could be when given such an advantage. He’s seen Yamamoto fight before, and while it is always impressive, Hibari finds the idea of experiencing Yamamoto at his fullest—this swordsman of the rain with all that hidden potential and wealth of surprises—more than exciting. Seeing him completely unleashed would be something really special.

And fighting him directly could be even better.

Before Hibari can voice his challenge—Sawada Iemitsu’s warning be damned—Yamamoto breaks into a laugh, his dry hand rubbing the back of his head.

“But that’s so silly, isn’t it? I mean, how could I want us to be attacked? People could get hurt. That’s not very funny, is it.”

The moment of shared killer intent fades into the constant hum of rainfall on the roof and walls of the mansion around them, but it doesn’t quite dissipate altogether.

“Yamamoto Takeshi.” Hibari locks both eyes with his, standing to his full height, hands loose at his sides.

“Hmm?”

“If this building is attacked while I am here, do not expect me to share the prey.”

“Heh.” Yamamoto’s eyes harden to the gloss of wet slate, and that feeling—that buzz in the air that warns of the presence of a worthy adversary—tingles and sparks across the distance between them. “We’ll just see about that.”

Hibari’s lips curl on one side, half a smirk and half a snarl. Yamamoto’s answering smile is sharp and dangerous, secretive and tempting. It’s no surprise Hibari decides he likes this Yamamoto best. If it takes four days of rainfall to bring him out—so be it. He can handle a little rain.

Hibari leaves Yamamoto there in the window, knowing there will be another chance one day for them to cross weapons without risking any interference. But if enemies of the Vongola should decide to use this opportunity to attack headquarters?

Fighting Yamamoto over a herd of prey might be the next best thing.

---
Ω

KHR ficcage ;3

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 20:07:31 GMT

Cranked out a couple of short pieces to break up the tedium of my longer projects, and now I feel revitalized! \o/ Second ficlet coming soon, tomorrow probably. Enjoy!

Title: That Thing You Do
Pairing: Hibari/Yamamoto [8018]
Wordcount: ~781

That Thing You Do
--

It only takes a few hours in Yamamoto’s presence to notice that the man has an unconscious habit.

Hibari watches from the sidelines as Yamamoto flicks a shiny gold coin in the air and catches it before passing it to the Italian street-urchin on the corner, exchanging it for the day’s newspaper. Later, Yamamoto pinches the last bite of crust from his luncheon Panini, tosses it up and catches it in his mouth before the two of them clear their spots and leave the downtown café for the meeting. And finally, Yamamoto rolls his box-weapons up into the air like deadly dice before his deft fingers snatch them and release their powers.

Yamamoto’s sword alone is enough to obliterate the Mafiosi who have refused his offer of negotiation, choosing backhanded threats in a remote alley in what Hibari could warn them is a complete and utter mistake. Hibari doesn’t have to do anything. He doesn’t even have to be there, Yamamoto is strong and reliable enough to corner these ugly rats right in their own territory and dispatch them with a brutal beauty all his own. As usual, he does it in a way that won’t reflect badly on Vongola’s Tenth, although Hibari does fault him on principle for using the back of his blade and sparing their worthless lives.

Hibari has witnessed enough throughout his association with Yamamoto to know that for whatever reason, Yamamoto can not resist the urge to pick up objects at random and palm them from one hand to the other, or lob them into the air and catch them again. Apples, cufflinks, extra clips to his Beretta, the TV remote—anything hand-held becomes a toy loaded with unending entertainment in a game with flexible rules and a range of difficulties to match any and every possible situation.

Hibari knows Yamamoto is capable of a wondrous stillness. That he can merge into the shadows of an abandoned warehouse and stay motionless for hours, instincts honed to the same invincible perfection as his Shigure Souen Ryuu. Hibari has felt Yamamoto use this same patience and discipline to disguise his presence and lie curled beside him through the night, without waking his slumber or triggering the reflex reactions that have broken noses and chipped teeth in the past.

Of all who have played Hibari’s “quiet game”, only Yamamoto has managed to succeed. And now, as impossible as it may seem, Hibari finds it unacceptable and unsatisfying to fall asleep without the comfort of knowing that Yamamoto is there to watch his back. In this Mafia-ridden world, they each have drawn a bit too much attention; only the weak let down their guard.

So while at times Yamamoto’s unconscious habit can be annoying, driving Hibari to the limits of his endurance as they spend a rare evening relaxing on the sofa, with Yamamoto flicking peanut after peanut into the air and then gobbling them, Hibari does not, in fact, bite him to death. Instead, Hibari ignores the distracting movements in his peripheral vision, and focuses only on his target. He ignores the sound of Yamamoto’s teeth crunching. He ignores the flicker of the TV screen and the voice of the Italian announcer introducing the sponsors of the baseball broadcast. He goes so quiet and still that Yamamoto will never, ever see it coming.

Hibari’s keen eyes and killer instincts zero in on the next peanut, flipped end over end in the air. While Yamamoto is still completely relaxed, Hibari snaps his hand to the side and covers Yamamoto’s mouth, then springs up to take the peanut for himself and swallow it whole—hard as a lead bullet squeezing down his throat.

The astonished gleam in Yamamoto’s eyes makes Hibari proud; if there’s one thing that sets his pulse racing, it’s reminding others exactly who has the quickest reflexes, and who will always hold the title of the Vongola’s strongest Guardian. If that doesn’t do it, then the way Yamamoto retaliates after such a challenge surely makes his heart pump overtime, those swordsman’s calluses of his put to better use and making it one hundred percent impossible for Hibari to hold still and deny him.

At some point Yamamoto’s bag of roasted peanuts spills over the side of the couch and onto the floor. Unfortunately this does not stop him later—clothing askew and skin coated in fresh sweat—from plucking a peanut off the sofa cushion, flicking it high up to the ceiling and then angling his mouth to catch it in what Hibari despairs is a total misuse of his innate athleticism.

Chewing loudly, Yamamoto grins at him. “Home run!”

And then, Hibari bites him to death.

---
Ω

♥

Springtime Switcheroo

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 06:49:20 GMT

XD

And there was fanart! Featuring one character each from five series: KHR, Naruto, One Piece, Oofuri, and Bakuman! \o/

Lately I've been having these strange crossover cravings, and one night I asked myself "What would a Multi-Fandom Cheer Squad look like?!" So I picked five awesome characters from my Top 5 favorite series, drew some portraits, put them together and voilà! ♥

Crazy fanart located over here at oh_shit_santa.

Worksafe pencil drawing conglomeration ahoy! ^_~ And a link to my gallery, should anyone want more.

*collapses into bed*

Fic Post: "Front Lines, Back Channels"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:58:46 GMT

Title: “Front Lines, Back Channels”
Pairing: Naruto/Kakashi
Genre/Rating: Drama, NC-17
Warnings: Military AU; mentions of heterosexual activities.
springkink Prompt: Naruto, Naruto/Kakashi: military fetishization - dog-tags
Word count: ~5300

The picture of a pink-haired sweetheart in his wallet is only one layer of cover.

Please enjoy! ♥

Birthday Fic!

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sun, 03 May 2009 21:56:20 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY vescas!!!!!

This is a day early, lol, but I hope you've had a fantastic weekend and will do something fun tomorrow too! I whipped this up spontaneously just for you, and wanted to share in your special event because it's such a blast to have you as a friend! This should give you some laughs to combat any associated birthday stress, haha. ;3 ♥

\o/

Title: Distractions: One Down
[IruKaka; R] Humor|Romance.

"Anyone could see this arrangement was reasonable, although Kakashi never seemed to remember their past conversations on the subject, in which case little things sometimes turned into A Big Deal."

Ficlet post. <3

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:11:34 GMT

These are products of the crazy times shared by many over at the First Official oh_shit_santa Internet Sleepover! \o/

Now 50% smoother for your reading pleasure. ♥

1. Never Too Old For A Spanking [Tsuna + Family; PG] Comedy.
"Y-y-you! You wouldn't dare!"

2. Vocal Abuse [NaruNeji; R] Crack/Silliness.
"Come on, Neji!” Naruto digs his heels into the cobble stones and throws both arms around Neji’s neck. “Sing with me!”

3. Turn It Up [NaruNeji; R] Romance.
"The tell-tale flickering Neji can see from the front entryway leads him to the conclusion that his partner is in a rather mischievous mood."

Enjoy!

Fic Post: "A Kunoichi Romance Begins Like This"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:52:27 GMT

Woo! This one's for lurker_lost's prompt! I had a ton of fun with this piece, so I hope it hits the spot. \o/

Title: "A Kunoichi Romance Begins Like This"
Pairing: Sai x Sakura
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor/Romance
Words: ~1400
Summary: If only there were a manual. ♥

“Your friend is already here, by the way.”

Please enjoy!

♥

"Love Is A Three Cornered Polygon"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 22:39:10 GMT

pettydreams--this one's for you! You wanted an outside point of view, and I went with the most creative choice I could think of, lol. <333 Yay for experiments!

Title: "Love Is A Three Cornered Polygon"
Pairing: NaruSasu ♥
Rating: PG
Genre: Mystery/Romance/Humor
Description: An underappreciated narrator tells exactly how it all went down.

"The truth is, who’s to say how close we’d be now if he hadn’t shown up to ruin everything?"

Please enjoy! :D

"Raw"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:37:01 GMT

Alright, xno_handlex, here is the second ficlet based on your prompt. :3 This is not a sequel; this is not a prequel. But it stems from the same place.

Title: Raw
Pairing: SaiNaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, romance
Words: ~2200

"First, Sai only looks."

(Inspired by the same prompt as Unfiltered.)

"Unfiltered" [NaruSai]

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sat, 07 Mar 2009 19:01:26 GMT

I have more! XD

xno_handlex, something weird happened with your prompt. I had a specific idea for it, and I sad down to write and ... somehow a totally different piece came about. So there are actually TWO pieces for your one prompt. ^^; I'm calling them companion pieces, since they're not exactly prequel/sequel. In fact, they're very different from each other. The second one is titled "Raw," and will be posted in a day or two.

Title: Unfiltered
Pairing: NaruSai
Rating: PG, Drama.
Words ~4000

Naruto hears the muted beep of the machine turning on, and then the whirr of the outdated motor—through his sluggish brain his shinobi senses are acute enough to register the noises an arm span to his right, and identify them.

Please enjoy!

♥

"No Rest for the Wicked"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 00:48:31 GMT

For octavius_x's first prompt! :D I might never have written about these characters if it weren't for you, so thanks! Also, I have something brewing for your second prompt. So that should come later. In the meantime, this is what I've got for you! <3

ETA: Also, thank you pettydreams for looking this over. ♥!

Title: "No Rest for the Wicked"
Pairing: Juugo/Kimimaro
Rating: PG, Drama/Introspection.
Warnings: Juugo and Orochimaru deserve their own warnings. ^^
Words: ~2600

"The urge doesn’t come all at once; at least not usually."

Please enjoy~!

♥

"What Goes Around"

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:00:16 GMT

For phoenixdown7's prompt! XD

Title: "What Goes Around"
Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: G/PG-13
Wordcount: ~1200

(Naruto knows exactly what it means when Sasuke drops his pack and vaults over the waist high brick fence, then scrambles up onto crumbling, rusted steel beams.)

Please enjoy~! ♥

Aaaaaand the writing finally begins. <3

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 06:19:29 GMT

First piece in the new house, at the new desk, typed on the new computer. ♥

For gilith_ramaloce!
Title: "Seal of Approval"
Pairing: Naruto/Neji
Wordcount: ~2700
Rating: PG-13

Please enjoy! ♥

“Seal of Approval”
--

Neji’s promotion is the first to interfere.

Once accepted to ANBU he can no longer depend on his time off to remain free—he’s summoned right from the dinner table or pulled out of Naruto’s arms into midnight’s shadows, the new mask and uniform thinly veiling his resentment. Still, he performs his duties perfectly. He and Naruto survive. They’re not the first couple to be inconvenienced by duty, nor are they the first to devise ways to steal enough moments of quiet intimacy to last through each period of uncertainty.

Naruto’s promotion is another matter, however.

Neji always turns in his ANBU reports in person, always still in uniform. The new Hokage’s office is noise and motion, a boisterous chaos at once serious and amusing. Naruto looks up from his desk long enough to wave him inside, an aide carefully removing a steaming cup of tea before Naruto can knock it over while blindly searching through the papers and scrolls stacked in every which way.

Neji passes over a tightly bound report, watching as Naruto’s eyes finally pause to take him in and then flicker in recognition—the anonymity of the ANBU uniform is lost to those eyes of blue that see him better than anyone else ever could. Neji brushes his gloved hand across Naruto’s knuckles.

“Welcome back.” Naruto’s eyes sparkle, right before a stack of scrolls slips over the side of the desk. Naruto lunges to catch them, knocking over a sheaf of documents in the process.

Two more aides rush over. Neji stands apart from the ensuing scramble, watching the whole room through Byakugan while a Jounin he recognizes from the code-breaking department pushes through the office door in deep discussion with one of Naruto’s clones, followed by a Chuunin carrying three heavy books in her arms.

“Hokage-sama, I brought the materials from the archives!”

“Aha!” Naruto rises from under his desk, triumphant, a courier-satchel in his hand. “I’ve been looking for this report!” He glances at Neji and grins, rubbing his nape, then brightens even further when the Chuunin comes around the side of the desk and plunks the books down overtop the rest of the mess.

Neji glances at the clock on the wall, frowning beneath porcelain. He hates to ask questions whose answers are obvious.

“Will I see you for dinner?” He keeps his voice low.

Naruto’s expression changes, something of surprise mixed in with analysis. He looks around the room, and then back at Neji, heaving a sigh.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can. Promise.”

Neji bows and slips through the crowd.

On the nights Naruto does make it home, it’s always long past dinnertime. Neji’s still glad to see him, and Naruto is as affectionate as usual, but exhausted—ten minutes of deep kissing and he falls asleep right there in their bed before either of them can get completely naked. Neji props his head on his elbow and watches him snore, counting in his mind the long string of days they’ve been too busy with some aspect of serving Konoha to have time for each other. It wouldn’t be so impossible if there weren’t so much paperwork involved in running a hidden village, Naruto stuck neck deep in it.

He appreciates that Naruto has the spirit and dedication to devote so much of himself to Konoha. He strokes over the bulge between his legs and knows that they’re also about to have a very serious problem—this isn’t like before, when Naruto could hide out with him in one of the seedy rooms above the less-frequented tea shop at the edge of town for twenty-two hours of hot sex and pillow talk between their A or S-ranked missions.

Naruto’s time is Konoha’s now.

The next morning, after Naruto has rushed back to the office, Neji has a sudden insight sometime between drinking his morning tea and rifling through their piles of junk mail. He blinks.

And then he looks out their window to the Hokage tower, expression smug.

--

“What’s this?” Naruto takes the paper from his hand, one brow raised in suspicion.

Neji folds his hands behind his back and nods for him to read it. For once the office is quiet—only the Hokage works so late at night, and Neji tries not to be too resentful that Naruto will consider the private lives of everyone but them. He watches Naruto’s eyes flick back and forth over the page in his hands, the second brow lifting just as high as the first.

“You can’t be serious!”

Neji’s lips slant in a wry smile, his long fingers dipping into the fold of his linen shirt and producing a second document which he also offers to his Hokage.

Naruto snatches it and begins to read, brows furrowed to match his confused frown. As Neji expects, Naruto’s features smooth out somewhat before he reaches the end, and he lowers the paper and shoots him another suspicious—but ultimately amused—look.

“So you’re resigning from ANBU and applying to work as my assistant?” Naruto chuckles, setting the papers on top of the piles and teetering stacks and carefully balanced pyramids of paper suffocating his desk, crossing his arms.

“I have also written a resume,” Neji produces a scroll from his sleeve. “And I have enclosed three letters of recommendation. Please let me know if you require more, my Lord.”

Neji bows his head, smirking as Naruto rolls his eyes—he’s still new enough in his position to dislike the formalities that accompany the title.

“I shouldn’t thank you for increasing my workload with all of this.” Naruto shoots him a mischievous look, gesturing at the new pile of paperwork, and then he sighs. “But I should be able to get back to you sometime before…”

Naruto opens a drawer and rifles for something, then frowns. He pats his palms down the front pockets of his coat, and then the inner pockets of his flak-jacket, and then the pockets of his pants—

Neji holds up a hand, and then makes his way out the door. “Take your time. I think you know where to find me.”

“Haha, yeah,” Naruto grins, waving to him. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? I think we should negotiate this.” Then, to himself, “But I know I had my calendar earlier, it was in that drawer, I’m sure of it…”

--

Neji still goes on ANBU missions; he knew he wouldn’t be let off the hook there, not as one of Konoha’s top captains. But now the missions are fewer—more dangerous, perhaps, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay—so that he has the time and energy necessary to assist the Hokage.

His official position is that of a “personal assistant,” but Neji’s true motive for placement in the Hokage office is to disentangle the Hokage from the antiquated systems keeping them from having sex.

He has had some success … only not as far as the bedroom. At least not yet.

In three weeks, the necessary forms for doing business in Fire Country have been simplified and reworked, resulting in less than half the paperwork than before. Countless departments have shown a spike in productivity since the deluge of documentation and burden of endless filing has let up, and Chuunin and Jounin are now free to focus on teaching and training, reconnaissance and diplomacy rather than the chaos and insanity of before that Neji would rather not remember. Period.

The Hokage still works late at night, but at least Neji is with him. In some ways this is better—but in a lot of ways it’s worse. If it was difficult to be abstinent before, it is even more difficult to be holed up in the same office together hour after hour, day after day and still be abstinent. For even though progress is being made, by the time they make it home to their bed, Neji falls asleep just as fast as Naruto. He would be ashamed, but, well, they’re in the same boat.

And so Neji presses on, right there beside Naruto, ever focused on the goal—only he doesn’t intend to wait much longer, and truthfully he doesn’t have to. The foundation has been laid; all that’s left is one minor detail.

“Hey, hey,” Naruto grabs Neji’s sleeve as he walks by the desk.

Neji pauses, clipboard bulging full of documents in need of official seals. He turns, surveying the last two stacks of papers left on the desk. “Finished?”

Naruto grumbles, fist clenching tighter on his sleeve—which tells Neji all he needs to know.

“Look.” Naruto looks up at him, eyes imploring. “I hate to say it, but…” He bites his lip.

Neji inclines his head. “But what?”

Naruto fidgets in his seat, and then sighs. “I … thinkIneedabreak.”

Neji’s brows arch in surprise.

“Gah,” Naruto presses his palms together in plea. “Please—just a little one? I’m almost done with this, and you’ve made things so much smoother lately I thought maybe we could just… er…”

Neji hugs the clipboard to his chest, mouth curling in a sly, wicked smile. “Continue.”

Naruto’s eyes snap up. “Uh…” He tugs his collar away from his neck. Even so, his voice comes out low, and with increasing huskiness. “I think we should take a little break… you and me… go home and light a fire.”

Neji leans into the side of the desk, their gazes locked. “And then?”

Naruto licks his lips, shrugging one shoulder. “We can come back later and finish. There’s not that much.” He cocks his head, reaching one hand out to hook a finger in Neji’s pants pocket. “Whaddya say?”

Neji turns towards him, and sets the clipboard on the desk. “I’ve got a better idea.” He puts one hand on Naruto’s shoulder, and taps the clipboard with his other hand. “These are all waiting for the Hokage’s seal. How about we stay as long as it takes you to finish with these—and then we call it a night. Hmm?”

Naruto’s smart enough to know a good deal from a bad one. Neji’s eyes gleam as Naruto’s hands flip from one document to the next and stamp the official mark in the appropriate spots over and over in an almost orgasmic fury. When he’s done he stands up so quick his desk chair goes spinning backwards into the wall, but Neji can hardly care because finally the last piece is in place to ensure they’ll never have to live through another dry spell of this sort ever again.

Out of respect for the Hokage office, they do go home before anything can get sticky. Or sweaty, or broken, or otherwise destroyed from unleashed passions. They can get new buttons and shirts and zippers and headbands and coffee tables; it’s worth such minor losses for such a huge gain—even if Neji fears he might not be able to sit, walk, or bend properly once they collapse.

It’s worth the risk of migraines from dehydration to have Naruto’s naked body under his, Naruto’s hands cupping his ass and holding him tight tight tight. It’s worth their silk sheets ruined with salad oil because neither of them can find the tube of lubricant, as long as Naruto’s tongue is in his mouth and Neji can ride them into the mattress and come on Naruto’s chest. It’s worth the mess of his hair matted all down his back, gripped and tugged in Naruto’s passion, for the serenity afterwards soaking in the bathtub as Naruto carefully washes and brushes it back to clean gloss.

And it’s worth all the stunned and bewildered stares the next day, when at 6:00pm Neji declares that the Hokage has an important engagement and everyone is dismissed for the day.

Naruto gapes at him. “Wait, wait, hang on—I thought there was a meeting in twenty minutes with the Torture and Interrogation’s Socio-pathologist? I’m sure it was in my calendar—“

Neji calmly swipes the pocket calendar out of Naruto’s hand, and flips back and forth over the next few days. “It can be rescheduled for tomorrow morning, 7:00am, and we’ll move the 8:00am meeting to 8:30. That should suffice.”

“We can’t just do that,” Naruto puts both hands on his desk, serious. “They’re already on their way. We can’t change things at the last minute—“

“I’m afraid this supercedes all prior engagements.” Neji slips him the two page document from the folder on his clipboard, the Hokage seal an obvious, brilliant scarlet in the top corner.

Naruto holds it up, face screwed up in confusion. “Uh, ‘Proclamation for the Preservation of Adequate Oral Se—” Naruto’s voice cuts off abruptly, his eyes wide in shock. “Haaaaaaaah?!”

“Please, read it out loud if you like.” Neji gestures for him to continue, only half guilty for causing such a thoroughly lovely blush.

Naruto holds onto the edge of the desk for support, eyes quickly flicking over the rest of the Proclamation, and skin turning redder and redder until he drops the document and clears his throat, addressing the handful of aides and colleagues in the room.

“Ah, sorry, it seems there’s something I need to take care of.” Naruto flashes everyone an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his head. He goes over to the closest Jounin and asks her to let Ibiki know about the change in plans, then waves everyone out the doors.

Neji smirks, knowing they all adore their Hokage enough to cut him some slack. And how could they not fall completely in love with someone who works so hard for them?

Naruto closes the doors to his office with visible relief, then returns to his desk and retrieves the Proclamation, not quite meeting Neji’s eyes. He clears his throat a second time. “Proclamation for the Preservation of Adequate Oral Sex and other Carnal Acts of Love?”

Neji shrugs. “Well I figured it should cover as much as possible without any loopholes.”

“Aha.” Naruto coughs, fighting off another blush. “So I, the Rokudaime Hokage, have apparently pledged—against my own knowledge, I might add—to leave my office from 6:00 to 9:00 every night, minimum, and report to Captain Hyuuga Neji.”

Naruto glances up, blue eyes accusing. Neji tries his best to look innocent.

Naruto puts one hand on his hip, but still manages to look awkward from his obvious embarrassment. “Where I shall be responsible for administering by hand a full body massage, as well as no less than thirty minutes of fellatio or thirty minutes of rimming, the selection to be determined and/or expanded by Captain Hyuuga on a nightly basis.”

Neji tilts his head, looking at him through his lashes. “And?”

“Neji!” Naruto shouts, exasperated, thwaking the document against the top of his desk. “Rimming? You actually made me sign something with that word in it?! Are you insane?!”

Neji chuckles, “I did list exceptions, didn’t I?”

“Well thank God for that, otherwise I could probably lose my job!” Naruto heaves a huge sigh.

Neji goes over to him, and circles his arms around Naruto’s waist. He leans over so he can read from the document too. “The Rokudaime’s carnal responsibilities to Captain Hyuuga will be placed on hold in case of fire, flood, earthquake, loss of village-wide power, or any other disaster or time of crisis, however small, medium, or large. The Rokudaime may also renegotiate the timeframe with Captain Hyuuga, as long as both professional and personal obligations are prioritized so that neither are neglected.”

“Go on.” Naruto pokes him in the ribs.

“The Rokudaime may also trade responsibilities with Captain Hyuuga at any time, upon prior agreement.”

Naruto puts the document down on the desk so he can slip his arms around Neji and square their bodies together. “You know what I’m going to ask for, right?” Naruto waggles his eyebrows.

Neji rolls his eyes, but still feels his heart thump in his chest. Still, he can’t allow it to be that easy. “Tomorrow?”

“Hey!” Naruto squeezes him. “After you tricked me into signing this—this indecent thing? I mean, if anyone ever finds this I’m—“

Neji stops all protests with his lips, clutching the back of Naruto’s flak-jacket in un-feigned urgency, stopping the kiss only when Naruto pushes him against the desk.

Neji pants into the curve of Naruto’s neck. “We’ve lost five minutes already you know—“

Naruto doesn’t let him finish, grabbing him by the elbow and hustling them both out the door.

--
Ω

So much awesome in one place. _____

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 02:49:10 GMT

I'm a little late pimping this, heh, between overcoming the plague and packing for Hueco Mundo.

Nevertheless! GET THE TO oh_shit_santa!!!! Forthwith!

fahye wrote me the most incredible gift!!! Thank you again! It's Kabuto-centric, and everything I've ever wanted. *______* It's called The Anatomy of Need, and deserves so much praise for its brilliant writing and brilliant characterizations. Guuuuuuuh.
(Thank you myrafur SO MUCH for guiding her to Kabuto! And your tag is the awesomest, awesomest, for all time BEST TAG EVAR!!!)

There is too much at oh_shit_santa for me to list everything, but take my word--the fic and art is magnificent to the extreme, a true delight. <33333

My gift was for pettydreams -- love you so much, twinnie! <33333

Title: "Bite the Hand That Feeds"
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Pairing: SasuSai
Rating: R+
Warnings: Adult subject matter, mentions of dubious consent, some ickiness.

Nobody else sees what happens, which is expected of an organization like Root.

A big thank you to gilith_ramaloce and paperninja for filling in as Betas. <33333

Please enjoy!

experiment number 4! (final)

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 05:01:36 GMT

Dear crazy_toffee,

You gave me such a lovely quote to work with, and I was so excited about your prompt! An idea came to me really quickly after one of my Vicodin naps, and I began to write. However, I'm sad to report that the drugs in my system apparently made me fixate on the word "threesome" (since I normally think of them as a triangle), and after I'd written half this fic I realized that I'd totally missed the quote altogether. ^^; My deepest apologies--instead of someting epic, I have only something quite ridiculous and over the top to offer you. LOL.

Please enjoy this final installment of the experiment series! XD

♥,

erisabesu

Salty/Sweet [SasuNaruSai, NC-17] Humor/Romance.

"Now this is sheer bliss, Naruto thinks, grinning like he does every morning he wakes up in his oversized bed, sandwiched between his two favorite men."

Ω

experiment number 3!

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 21:59:10 GMT

The third of the "experiment series" is now complete for your enjoyment, especially if you're myrafur! :D I hope this is close to what you wanted! ♥

Beauty and the Beast [NaruNeji, R] Humor/Romance. “You do realize we’re the only dudes in this store, right?”

Pleeeeeeease enjoy! >3

experiment number 2!

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:56:40 GMT

Tonight's lucky winner is.......... questofdreams!!! :D

*cough* Okay, so this is something completely different--although I did write it the day after my wisdom teeth were pulled, lol. Anyone a fan of KHR? ^^ Well this is my first shot at writing for the fandom, all because of my love for Questy. ♥ Hopefully I did okay, lol. (Gah... I don't even have an icon. ^^; D'oh.)

One of Laughter, One of Anguish [6927, 5927. PG] Drama/Angst.

“'Wake up, Sawada Tsunayoshi…' The words caress the curve of his left ear, followed closely by fingers stroking through his hair to rest on the nape of his neck, warm and confident."

Please enjoy!

:)

experiment number 1!

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 01:48:13 GMT

When I was all drugged up the day I had my wisdom teeth out, I decided to try an experiment and see what sorts of weird ideas I'd come up with while on painkillers. :D So I asked 5 pals to give me prompts, and I went to town, lol.

This is the first ficlet I have to share, a gift for paperninja! It is pure and total silliness and bwahaha, as requested. ROFL.

Please enjoy! ♥

The End [Pairings implied, PG] Humor/Satire/Crack. "This is the moment when the true mastermind is introduced." A tongue-in-cheek spoof on how the Naruto series could end.

"Help Yourself" [NaruSai, R]

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 15:01:20 GMT

Title: Help Yourself
Author: erisabesu
Pairing: NaruSai
Genre: Humor/Romance, R.
Excerpt: "It was late morning on THE DAY, the day he’d circled on his calendar several weeks prior, and the day he would finally accomplish his most important goal."

Please enjoy~! ♥

For Adi! fufufufufu

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 15:33:55 GMT

SO I FIGURED IT OUT!!! >D

BWAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!

I'm so excited to read your awesome fic! XDD Don't make me wait too long, kay?

<3333333333333333

/randomness ♥

Part DEUX! :D

erisabesu@livejournal.com — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 19:04:07 GMT

RL update coming later, but in the meantime here's a writing update. Yay!

A long time ago I began a three-part arc set in present day United States: The Concurrence Arc. May I present the newly completed Part II. ♥

♦ Part I: The Best Man
[NaruSasu, NC-17] Suspense/Romance/Humor. “Naruto agrees to be Best Man for his two closest friends, promising to stay out of trouble. But when tempted by a gorgeous man on the guest list, he can’t ignore the suspicion that pursuing him is worth whatever trouble occurs.”

♦ Part II: Pivot
[NaruSasu, NC-17] Drama/Romance/Humor. "Living with a brilliant Architect has never been easy, but the last months have been the worst by far. It's time to remind a certain workaholic perfectionist what's really important, and Naruto will do whatever it takes--even risking his career--to get them back on the right track." Adult themes/situations.