In a not-so-distant time and place, a familiar set of drifters find themselves traveling West.
This reinc!fic is rated Mature for graphic sex both gay and straight, language and violence.
Dawn
358 smut written for Mistress Renet's prompt in the Summer of 2005 Yaoi Challenge. Not worksafe.
Downstream
A bit of Nii/Gojyo written for andmydog... but not exactly how you'd think. Mature themes, no graphic sex.
Home
What if Gojyo hadn't found him in time? An alternate timeline fic. Mature themes, no graphic sex.
Damage Control
For andmydog's prompt in the Fall 2005 Yaoi Challenge. 85 rabid youkai sexx0rs. Not worksafe.
Tangles
The sequel to Damage Control Not worksafe, spoilers for Saiyuki Reload, Even a Worm part 18.
The Legend of Hungry Jess Thimbleton (and Other Tall Tales)
My latest effort, a cracky Wild-West reinc/AU. Features: Goku as Hungry Jess Thimbleton, a fearless pioneer; Sanzo as the Legendary Sharpshooter, Deadeye Sally MacGruder; Gojyo as Chief Iron Rod, Scourge of the High Plains; Hakkai as William P. Quincy, a Mild-Mannered former School Teacher; and heaps of wacky action and Victorian perversion. Worksafe, though some of the outgoing Historical Reference Links are not.
Art for this fic includes my sketch of Sally, and a beautiful portrait of Will and the Chief by New Kate!
I'm also involved in a sprawling collaborative reinc/AU set in Austin, TX in 1996. Features 58 and 9N, with future Kou/Doku and 3 pairings galore. Find out more and read along at our LJ comm: 4th_and_austin
Art
These are illustrations for an unreleased WIP set in Regency England. They were drawn in graphite and tinkered with in Microsoft Photo Editor. Sanzo Gojyo Hakkai Goku and Nataku
Drabbles
Her Ghost
Gojyo hadn't known it at the time, but he'd been sleeping with her ghost.
Then he'd left, and died and then there were two ghosts in his bed, making it colder than ever. He'd taken the blood-red hair out of the sink and buried it in a vacant lot, but he still couldn't bring girls home. He had barely enough room left, himself.
He'd learned to see her after Hakkai had come. Sometimes she stood between them, sometimes to the side, and sometimes she haunted his disparate gaze. The less often Gojyo glimpsed her, the more familiar her outline became.
These three drabbles were written for the Reincarnation challenge at 100 Roadtrips
In Aisle 3
Rows of glossy smiles mock me. Going grey at my age. Next thing you know I'll be menopausal.
Devon runs back and forth, his little feet striking the industrial carpeting with dull, heavy thumps. His sharp shriek dissolves into giggles as he collides with my thigh, hides his face, peeks up at someone. Mousy hair, gotee, glasses. Bland, friendly smile. Business casual.
His eyes return to mine from the box at my fingertips.
"You'll have to forgive my forwardness," My heart clenches as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, "But I think the red would suit you."
Crush
She was good- very good- at going unnoticed. He noticed her. He noticed that behind the glasses and the severe braid she had a beautiful face, that under her plain sweaters and blouses she had really nice tits. He noticed that she looked at him without fear, in spite of the piercings, the scars and bruises and reputation. When she looked at him, something happened and his body ran with strange, hot wanting. He wanted to see her hair down, to pin her up against the lockers, for her to really smile at him. Her smile was always so empty.
Gay Parie
Monette is a bombshell. She glitters with sequins under the hot lights, lush lips caressing the sultry words that leave them, long white throat open to release the notes. Lounging atop my piano she draws every eye, loves their eyes on her. Her hands flow over her hips, caress her microphone. Her gaze flicks back and forth over them teasingly, implying everything, revealing less than they realize.
On stage I go unseen, but later, in her dressing room, she'll slip off my shirt, free me from my bindings, close those lips over my sensitized breasts and smile just for me.
