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Oktoberfest '08 Entry - Lover's Night by Zalia
Title: Lover's Night
Author: Zalia
Beta (if applicable): Jade, Sra, various chat ppls who had parts inflicted upon them <3
Word Count: 3991
Rating: Ummm, gonna' make it R just to be on the safe side.
Character(s): (In order of appearance) Martin Landel, Yukari, Mitsuru, Akihiko, Junpei, Namine, Alita, Alec Doyle Rangiku, Gin, Artemis, Haku, Hitsugaya, Allelujah, Homura, Okita, Kenshin, Kenren, Sanosuke, Heiji, Kaito, Hallelujah, Ed, Adel, Tamaki, Xigbar, Luxord.
Pairing(s) (very applicable): (Again, in order of appearance) Mitsuru/Akihiko, hints of Akihiko/Junpei, Gin/Rangiku, Haku+Hitsugaya/Artemis, Alec Doyle/Martin Landel, Homura/Okita/Kenshin/Kenren/Sansosuke/Heiji/Kaito/Allelujah and various combinations of History Club members, Adel/Ed/Tamaki, mentions of Xigbar/ZEX/Zelnick, and Luxord/Noah/Celes.
Summary: Martin Landel releases a new extra-special Nightshift Monster into the Institute, but a clerical error ensures that the effects are more than he bargained for!
Notes (if applicable): ...Sex pollen anyone? Very crackish rather then smutty, admittedly XD No worries. Except about the crack.
The intercom crackled to life.
The Head Doctor sounded almost manic in his glee tonight, far too cheerful for it to bode well for the poor prisoners of the Institute. Then again, nothing that he said ever boded well for the patients.
“Good evening. Did you enjoy your little games today? Oh yes, it was very very amusing I’m sure. Well, I can play games too!” He paused for effect, clearing his throat as though ready to make some big announcement. “Well, I can play games too and I’m sure that you’ll enjoy playing with our newest friend tonight. Some of you might even recognise it. I wonder…” He trailed off for a moment thoughtfully.
“Well, go back to your games, running around like lost rats in a trap. Although, perhaps I could give you a hint? Don’t want anyone to accuse me of not giving them a fighting chance, do I?”
The patients heard the sound of papers being moved and tapped against the desk. It was easy to imagine him straightening the corners with almost obsessive precision.
“Ah yes, here we are. Your newest playmate is…”
There was a long silence, and somehow, a sense of horror managed to pervade the intercom signal.
“Fuck.”
The intercom clicked off.
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Akihiko frowned as they approached the door to the Sun Room. Mitsuru was in the lead, seeming utterly fearless as usual, with him bringing up the rear and Yukari and Junpei between them. “Hey, is it getting kind of uh, warm in here?” he asked in a half-whisper. He aimed his question mostly at Yukari. She was the one who’d been here the longest after all, and knew the ins and outs of the place the best.
The others glanced back at him, pausing in their tracks, Mitsuru standing like she was still back home, in her school uniform rather than the baggy shapless things they had now, one hand on her hip, the other holding a rapier. “It does seem to be getting warmer,” she replied thoughtfully.
Yukari frowned thoughtfully, her cheeks a little flushed now that Akihiko looked properly. “Something… something feels kind of familiar,” she said. “I can’t place my finger on it but…”
They’d learned to trust each other’s instincts during their countless nights in Tartarus, and Akihiko paused, trying to analyse his own impressions of what he was feeling. Warm, lethargic, heavy, sleepy. His whole body felt slightly too hot, just a little, and his thoughts were starting to feel fuzzy.
That startled him enough to make him shake himself and he glanced at Junpei who was wearing a faintly horrified expression. Akihiko knew that he was wearing a similar one, remembering all too clearly now. Junpei met his eyes for a second, appearing more embarrassed than Akihiko had ever seen him, before looking steadfastly anywhere but at him.
Yeah. That’s what he was thinking too.
“I think we should head back,” he said, trying to sound as firm as he could. It wasn’t easy when that fuzziness, that alluring voice was still calling to him, telling him to give in, enjoy himself, let it take care of him.
Yukari looked between them, recognising the feeling as well. No, no way was she letting that happen again! “I’m gonna’ head back,” she said, her voice wavering as she tried to stay firm. Demonstrating great sense and good judgement, she bolted, heading back to her room as quickly as she could, ready to barricade the door if need be.
“Junpei,” Mitsuru said, looking at the younger boy. “I think you should go back to your room too.”
Junpei didn’t seem in any mood to argue for once and just nodded before heading off, casting one more mortified glance at Akihiko over his shoulder before turning the corner.
Which left Akihiko alone with Mitsuru.
Akihiko turned back to their leader, noticing for the first time a slightly glazed look in her eyes which were heavy lidded. Despite himself, Akihiko tensed up, taking a half step backwards.
“Akihiko…” she said, and was that a hint of a purr in her voice? Oh god, he was going to die a slow horrible death, wasn’t he?
She stepped forward, almost pressed against the length of his body, and suddenly a hand was fisted tightly in his collar. “I think you should escort me back to me room, don’t you?”
And even knowing that it was a really really bad idea, Akihiko couldn’t quite bring himself to refuse.
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Namine stuck close to Alita as they headed along the dark corridor towards the staircase. Her journal was clutched close to her chest with one hand and a torch was held tightly in the other so that they could see without the bounty hunter losing the use of one hand. It seemed unusually empty tonight, unusually quiet. They hadn’t passed any other patients yet either, which was worrying. It wasn’t that far into the night; the corridors were usually swarming at this time, people going their separate ways on whatever mission they had. It was a little unnerving, especially with their footsteps echoing on the floor like that.
Even Alita seemed a little put off by it, if the way that she was muttering under her breath was anything to go by, although Namine couldn’t really make out what she was saying. What little she did catch was enough to make the girl flush slightly.
They entered the stairwell, but suddenly a horrendous yowl could be heard from behind them, rending the darkness. Namine gasped, turning sharply to stare into the darkness. Alita pushed past her quickly, holding her sword ready to fend off any attack that might have been coming. Namine shone the flashlight into the corridor, catching sight of two large cat figures. Another yowl rent the air, but it sounded… odd. Namine had heard the cats before, and they were usually quiet, or they hissed. She’d never heard them yowl like that before.
She blinked, taking in a bit more of what she could see and wondering why they hadn’t attacked yet. Wondering why one of them was on top of the other, forepaws wrapped around the one below.
It was only a moment before Alita grabbed her wrist and started heading back the way that they’d come, her face strangely red.
”Alita-hime?” Namine asked, concern in her voice. “Is something wrong?”
The cats weren’t even paying them any attention.
“Nothing,” Alita said, her voice sharp but sounding a little strained. “Nothing at all.”
“But Alita-hime, why were those cats hugging?”
Namine learned several new swear words in the space of a few seconds, bad enough that she thought they might make Luxord blush.
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The intercom crackled to life.
There was the sound of angry voices, too muffled to hear properly, and it was easy to believe that the intercom had been left on accidently. There was the sound of a door slamming, and footsteps and then a clink of glass and the gurgle of liquid being poured.
“You have to help.” The Head Doctor, sounding rather more worried than anyone had ever heard him.
“Why should I help you?” Another voice familiar to the patients, although never before over the intercom. No, Alec Doyle normally spoke to them through the radio and who knew what this strange turn of events could mean?
There was a long pause.
“I suppose if I said you should help me out of a sense of nostalgia for an old friend, then you wouldn’t believe me?”
“I think if you said that then I’d have no choice but to laugh in your face. Which I’m still thinking of doing, I admit.”
Martin Landel sighed. “Worth a try.” There was a soft drumming sound for a moment, like someone tapping their fingers against a desk. “How about because you’re trapped here until morning, the same as I am and I’ve spiked your drink with a potent aphrodisiac. Considering the effect that the creature has, that could be rather unfortunate.”
“You bastard.”
“And?”
“…You left the intercom on.”
The intercom was very hastily turned off.
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They’d been waiting for ages.
Rangiku tapped her foot against the floor impatiently, looking up and down the corridor, a faintly annoyed look on her face. How long had it been? And the third member of their party hadn’t even shown up yet. More worryingly, nor had anyone else. The corridors were empty although she had heard muffled sounds from an awful lot of the rooms as she’d come to the meeting spot.
Gin looked just as bored as she did, and she was kind of sorry that she hadn’t stolen a pack of cards from the games room at any point. At least they could have killed some time since it appeared even the monsters were taking a night off.
She wasn’t sure whether she should be relieved or worried about that little development.
“I don’t think he’s coming,” she said finally, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t think anything else is coming for that matter.”
Gin looked thoughtful for a moment, considering the options. The last intercom announcement had been awfully strange, with Landel sounding very distracted and perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to just get out of there. He glanced slyly over at Rangiku. She’d never leave Hitsugaya here, or Abarai, or any of the rest of them, would she? Shame that. But then, she wouldn’t be Rangiku if she did.
He slipped a hand around her waist, his smile widening when she leaned against him. “Ne, Rangiku-chan, want to do something more fun?” he asked.
Rangiku paused for a moment before she grinned and nodded. “Alright.”
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Artemis was beginning to feel decidedly hunted.
It wasn’t that he minded the company. On the contrary, Haku and Hitsugaya were two of his closest friends and confidants (and more in Haku’s case) within the Institute, and having them working together with him was something that he’d been looking forward to.
He was beginning to think that that had been a miscalculation.
He’d never seen Haku act so possessive before. He’d walked next to Artemis the whole time, which wasn’t odd in itself, but it became odd when you took into account that he’d been pressed so close to his side that Artemis could feel every movement of his body. It was rather a distracting feeling for a boy just starting to realise that he had hormones.
And the there was Hitsugaya. Cool, calm, collected Hitsugaya, who never seemed to show any outward signs of emotion beyond grumpiness, was currently glaring daggers at Haku who was glaring back just as fiercely. Artemis had no idea what they were silently clashing wills over, but he got the disconcerting feeling that it might be him.
What they could be fighting over him for, he was certain that he had no idea. He just rolled his eyes again and chalked it up to the oddness of the night, even when compared to the inherently odd nights at the Institute. He would just have to grin and bear it. Or scowl and bear it as the case might be.
So caught up in his mental growling was he, that he managed to trip, stumbling over something and lurching forward. Without warning, two sets of hands closed around him (rather more tightly than he thought was strictly necessary) and dragged him upright again. Two sets of hands pressed him back against the nearest wall, and two sets of eyes met his own.
Artemis just stared for a moment, his eyes wide at the near identical expressions of devious pleasure on the faces of Hitsugaya and Artemis (and he hadn’t ever realised that Hitsugaya could have such an expression) and he had to wonder what secret look or sign had passed between them to make them look like that.
He didn’t really have time to think about it, or wonder why they were suddenly acting like this, before Haku’s lips pressed against his own, while Hitsugaya seemed rather busy with attempting to find out what colour his boxers were.
Ah well, he thought after a moment, giving in to the warmth which had been creeping up on him for a while. At least I can blame it on hormones.
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The intercom crackled to life.
There was no speech this time, just an odd rustling, shuffling sound, like cloth moving against cloth. The speech when it came, if speech it could be called, was strangely muffled, like something was blocking the microphone.
“Oh god…” And it wasn’t a sound of horror or shock, but a long, drawn out moan which made more worldly patients (those who weren’t involved in other nocturnal activities anyway), slap their hands over the ears of the more innocent among them.
“Yessssss…”
There were going to be many awkward questions asked over breakfast the next morning.
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Allelujah paused hesitantly outside the door to Homura’s room, frowning slightly at the sounds that he was hearing from inside. Sort of moaning and groaning sounds and the occasional whimper. Was someone hurt? Although it didn’t sound like any kind of hurt that he’d encountered before. More like those movies that Lockon…
No. That was ridiculous. He had no idea why Hallelujah was snickering like that either.
He knocked lightly on the door but received no answer. His frown deepening, he knocked again, more loudly this time. “Homura?”
He’d turned away, just about to start heading down the corridor on his own, when the door creaked open and an arm slid around him from behind, pulling him back against a warm chest firmly. Allelujah tensed, grabbing the person’s wrist and narrowing his eyes, not able to quite shake the feeling that Hallelujah was laughing at him.
“Allelujah,” a voice purred in his ear, and his grip faltered when he recognised it.
“Homura?” he asked incredulously, relaxing a little but still extremely uncomfortable being touched like that.
“I’m glad you came, my friend,” Homura said, and Allelujah found himself being spun around and nudged into the room.
Oh. So it was like the movies…
No!
He shook his head, eyes widening as he stared at what was going on within the room, not even noticing the sound of the door closing being him. The two beds had been pushed together to make one big one, which was obviously needed because it was currently very… occupied.
Allelujah swallowed, not quite able to tear his gaze away from the sight of Okita’s fingers drifting slowly down Kenshin’s chest, making the red-haired man arch into his touch and gasp. But Kenshin’s arms were wrapped around Okita’s body, and somehow it looked as much like fighting as it did sex. Kenren and Sanosuke seemed to just be enjoying themselves, wrapped around each other and oblivious to the world considering neither had even glanced up. Heiji and Kaito were pressed up against the wall and looked to be talking quietly to each other, interspersed with kisses and gropes and…
“What is this?” Allelujah asked hoarsely, still not managing to look away, no matter how much his mind was telling him to bolt from the room and go lock himself up in his own.
Homura’s arm tightened around him, as though sensing his thoughts. Teeth nipped at his earlobe, making him moan softly and another set of arms, which he knew intellectually were just in his mind, wrapped around his waist possessively.
“Join us,” Homura said quietly, starting to tug him over to the bed insistently. “Don’t heretics deserve to enjoy their existence?” And Allelujah, after a moment, followed him, finding his mind pleasantly fuzzy and the sights and sounds more arousing than shocking.
You knew about this, Allelujah murmured to his other self.
You’re too serious Hallelujah replied with a smirk, and Allelujah didn’t have the heart to refuse.
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Ed wasn’t entirely certain how it had happened. Admittedly, at the moment, he didn’t really care that much, but it was something to think about when coherent thought returned to him.
He knew that there had been alcohol. Quality testing and all. And Tamaki had joined them. Him and Adel and Tamaki, just enjoying each other’s company and it wasn’t their fault if none of them were used to drinking and perhaps things had got a little out of hand. Just a little bit.
They’d been working through each different kind of alcohol methodically, one after the other, and he thought it might have been when they got to seven or eight (or more? He’d lost count) that the look in Adel’s eyes changed from sleepy amusement to sharp predatory hunger, and it hadn’t been long after that that he’d found Adel pressed hard against his back, lips on his neck. And Tamaki… he’d never thought that Tamaki could actually ever look like that, all flushed and blond and the closest he could get to an analogy was if someone took one of those angel statues he’d seen in history books about religion, and made it drink a tonne of bootlegged alcohol.
It wasn’t a very good analogy, but Tamaki turned out to have the ability to be very distracting.
In any case, somehow Adel nipping at his neck and Tamaki kissing him and oh, there had been hands in places where other people’s hands had never been before, not to mention lips and tongues and teeth and other bits that Ed knew weren’t suitable to be mentioned in polite conversation and that had all combined to the three off them on the bed together. Adel seemed mostly asleep at last, his arm wrapped possessively and protectively around both Ed and Tamaki, while Tamaki was pressed against Ed’s front, their legs tangled together.
Adel shifted slightly, opening one blood red (and bloodshot) eye, peering down at Ed. “You’re thinking too much, Edward.”
Tamaki murmured a mostly-asleep noise of agreement and snuggled closer to Ed.
“Just wondering…” Ed said, stifling a yawn with his hand.
“Less wondering, more sleeping,” Adel replied forcefully, groping Ed in a very intimate place. “After all. We want time for another round.”
He had a point.
“’kay,” Ed said with a shrug, finding nothing wrong with that statement at all, although maybe he would. With that, he closed his eyes and quickly dozed off.
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There was a mostly empty bottle of scotch set on the floor amidst the scattered papers, which Martin would, thankfully, later be able to blame for his current position: sprawled over his mahogany desk, cigarette dangling from his lips. Nearby, Alec seemed occupied with enjoying the swivel of Matin’s high backed leather super-villain swivel chair, the one that he’d spent hours picking out to make sure that the swivel was just fast enough, that the back was ominous enough, that it had exactly the right ratio of evil genius to professional doctor.
He took another drag of his cigarette then tapped the ash off into a cut crystal whiskey tumbler which made a rather good ashtray if he said so himself. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before now. He never had one to hand on the rare occasions when he did smoke.
That was one thing that he liked about Alec, he thought fuzzily. He always had smokes on him. Oh, and he always had a plan. Admittedly, this plan had mainly involved pushing Martin back against his desk and fucking him senseless, but hey, it had worked!
Now if only he could remember why they’d been planning in the first place.
“Alec,” he said, after a few moments thought yielded no answers. “What were we planning about?”
For a short while, all that could be heard was the soft sound of the swivel chair rotating backwards and forwards under Alec’s weight. “I don’t know,” Alec replied thoughtfully, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. “Monsters.”
Martin waved a hand imperiously, managing to knock the last few remaining papers onto the floor. “Oh them,” he said, completely unimpressed. “I plan them all the time. We were planning something important.”
He tilted his head back, watching upside-down as Alec stood and came over to him. “We can make a new plan,” Alec said, nodding decisively. “We’ve got the rest of the night.”
Martin thought for a moment before grabbing the hem of Alec’s shirt, tugging him close awkwardly. “C’mere,” he said, grinning sloppily. “We can plan together.”
Hmmm, Alec had a very talented tongue. Martin liked that too.
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Two figures slipped, well, sauntered actually, into the Sun Room, seemingly unconcerned about such paltry things as monsters or the pink-tinted mist which was seeping out of the doors besides a few snide comments.
Xigbar whistled when he saw the occupant of the room however, folding his arms across his chest and just staring for a moment. “Hey X,” he called out, rather more loudly than was necessary considering Luxord was less than a foot away from him. “It’s a frigging massive Heart.”
Luxord sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried not to contemplate the utter pointlessness of Xigbar’s comment. You’d really think that he’d be expecting it by now. “I noticed,” he replied dryly, eying the creature assessingly. “A Heart big enough to open Kingdom Hearts on its own, I would say.”
“Fuck yeah,” Xigbar exclaimed, grinning widely. A bit useless here and all, admittedly, considering that they weren’t in the castle and they didn’t have Kingdom Hearts and oh yeah, they were kind of dead in the world where Kingdom Hearts did exist according to all sources (not that Xigbar actually cared), but those were all technicalities which could be dealt with in the proper time and place.
The mist got thicker the closer they got to the Giant Heart; it had a cloying, sickly sweet scent and appealed to the place where the Nobodies’ heart should have been. Which meant that it was a total failure in layman’s terms. But it did give them both some ideas of what exactly was making everyone so damn horny (and more importantly, why they weren’t getting any. Xigbar was a little pissed about that; everyone else got to screw like rabbits and X didn’t even give him a peck on the cheek? Totally unfair).
“It appears that it acts on the Hearts of those incarcerated here,” Luxord mused, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “I suppose that in the spirit of brotherhood and patient solidarity, it is our duty to vanquish the beast.”
There was a long silence, the two Nobodies just looking at each other.
“Screw that,” Xigbar said, starting to giggle uncontrollably. “ZEX is horny at the best of times, maybe I can get the captain too this time.”
Luxord watched him leave before turning to give the Lover’s Shadow one last look. “I suppose I should go and check that my dear Celes and Noah are not left to be tempted by such a creature. It would be terrible for them both to give in.” With a small smirk, Luxord drifted off towards the door. Time, as they say, waits for no man.
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The next morning dawned bright and clear. The perfect day in fact. Which made it all the more strange when the Head Doctor made his morning announcement. Gone was the usual cheeriness and outline of the activities for the day. He sounded rather subdued, not to mention hung over. But of course, that couldn’t be possible.
“Last night never happened.”
The Intercom clicked off.
Author: Zalia
Beta (if applicable): Jade, Sra, various chat ppls who had parts inflicted upon them <3
Word Count: 3991
Rating: Ummm, gonna' make it R just to be on the safe side.
Character(s): (In order of appearance) Martin Landel, Yukari, Mitsuru, Akihiko, Junpei, Namine, Alita, Alec Doyle Rangiku, Gin, Artemis, Haku, Hitsugaya, Allelujah, Homura, Okita, Kenshin, Kenren, Sanosuke, Heiji, Kaito, Hallelujah, Ed, Adel, Tamaki, Xigbar, Luxord.
Pairing(s) (very applicable): (Again, in order of appearance) Mitsuru/Akihiko, hints of Akihiko/Junpei, Gin/Rangiku, Haku+Hitsugaya/Artemis, Alec Doyle/Martin Landel, Homura/Okita/Kenshin/Kenren/Sansosuke/Heiji/Kaito/Allelujah and various combinations of History Club members, Adel/Ed/Tamaki, mentions of Xigbar/ZEX/Zelnick, and Luxord/Noah/Celes.
Summary: Martin Landel releases a new extra-special Nightshift Monster into the Institute, but a clerical error ensures that the effects are more than he bargained for!
Notes (if applicable): ...Sex pollen anyone? Very crackish rather then smutty, admittedly XD No worries. Except about the crack.
The intercom crackled to life.
The Head Doctor sounded almost manic in his glee tonight, far too cheerful for it to bode well for the poor prisoners of the Institute. Then again, nothing that he said ever boded well for the patients.
“Good evening. Did you enjoy your little games today? Oh yes, it was very very amusing I’m sure. Well, I can play games too!” He paused for effect, clearing his throat as though ready to make some big announcement. “Well, I can play games too and I’m sure that you’ll enjoy playing with our newest friend tonight. Some of you might even recognise it. I wonder…” He trailed off for a moment thoughtfully.
“Well, go back to your games, running around like lost rats in a trap. Although, perhaps I could give you a hint? Don’t want anyone to accuse me of not giving them a fighting chance, do I?”
The patients heard the sound of papers being moved and tapped against the desk. It was easy to imagine him straightening the corners with almost obsessive precision.
“Ah yes, here we are. Your newest playmate is…”
There was a long silence, and somehow, a sense of horror managed to pervade the intercom signal.
“Fuck.”
The intercom clicked off.
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Akihiko frowned as they approached the door to the Sun Room. Mitsuru was in the lead, seeming utterly fearless as usual, with him bringing up the rear and Yukari and Junpei between them. “Hey, is it getting kind of uh, warm in here?” he asked in a half-whisper. He aimed his question mostly at Yukari. She was the one who’d been here the longest after all, and knew the ins and outs of the place the best.
The others glanced back at him, pausing in their tracks, Mitsuru standing like she was still back home, in her school uniform rather than the baggy shapless things they had now, one hand on her hip, the other holding a rapier. “It does seem to be getting warmer,” she replied thoughtfully.
Yukari frowned thoughtfully, her cheeks a little flushed now that Akihiko looked properly. “Something… something feels kind of familiar,” she said. “I can’t place my finger on it but…”
They’d learned to trust each other’s instincts during their countless nights in Tartarus, and Akihiko paused, trying to analyse his own impressions of what he was feeling. Warm, lethargic, heavy, sleepy. His whole body felt slightly too hot, just a little, and his thoughts were starting to feel fuzzy.
That startled him enough to make him shake himself and he glanced at Junpei who was wearing a faintly horrified expression. Akihiko knew that he was wearing a similar one, remembering all too clearly now. Junpei met his eyes for a second, appearing more embarrassed than Akihiko had ever seen him, before looking steadfastly anywhere but at him.
Yeah. That’s what he was thinking too.
“I think we should head back,” he said, trying to sound as firm as he could. It wasn’t easy when that fuzziness, that alluring voice was still calling to him, telling him to give in, enjoy himself, let it take care of him.
Yukari looked between them, recognising the feeling as well. No, no way was she letting that happen again! “I’m gonna’ head back,” she said, her voice wavering as she tried to stay firm. Demonstrating great sense and good judgement, she bolted, heading back to her room as quickly as she could, ready to barricade the door if need be.
“Junpei,” Mitsuru said, looking at the younger boy. “I think you should go back to your room too.”
Junpei didn’t seem in any mood to argue for once and just nodded before heading off, casting one more mortified glance at Akihiko over his shoulder before turning the corner.
Which left Akihiko alone with Mitsuru.
Akihiko turned back to their leader, noticing for the first time a slightly glazed look in her eyes which were heavy lidded. Despite himself, Akihiko tensed up, taking a half step backwards.
“Akihiko…” she said, and was that a hint of a purr in her voice? Oh god, he was going to die a slow horrible death, wasn’t he?
She stepped forward, almost pressed against the length of his body, and suddenly a hand was fisted tightly in his collar. “I think you should escort me back to me room, don’t you?”
And even knowing that it was a really really bad idea, Akihiko couldn’t quite bring himself to refuse.
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Namine stuck close to Alita as they headed along the dark corridor towards the staircase. Her journal was clutched close to her chest with one hand and a torch was held tightly in the other so that they could see without the bounty hunter losing the use of one hand. It seemed unusually empty tonight, unusually quiet. They hadn’t passed any other patients yet either, which was worrying. It wasn’t that far into the night; the corridors were usually swarming at this time, people going their separate ways on whatever mission they had. It was a little unnerving, especially with their footsteps echoing on the floor like that.
Even Alita seemed a little put off by it, if the way that she was muttering under her breath was anything to go by, although Namine couldn’t really make out what she was saying. What little she did catch was enough to make the girl flush slightly.
They entered the stairwell, but suddenly a horrendous yowl could be heard from behind them, rending the darkness. Namine gasped, turning sharply to stare into the darkness. Alita pushed past her quickly, holding her sword ready to fend off any attack that might have been coming. Namine shone the flashlight into the corridor, catching sight of two large cat figures. Another yowl rent the air, but it sounded… odd. Namine had heard the cats before, and they were usually quiet, or they hissed. She’d never heard them yowl like that before.
She blinked, taking in a bit more of what she could see and wondering why they hadn’t attacked yet. Wondering why one of them was on top of the other, forepaws wrapped around the one below.
It was only a moment before Alita grabbed her wrist and started heading back the way that they’d come, her face strangely red.
”Alita-hime?” Namine asked, concern in her voice. “Is something wrong?”
The cats weren’t even paying them any attention.
“Nothing,” Alita said, her voice sharp but sounding a little strained. “Nothing at all.”
“But Alita-hime, why were those cats hugging?”
Namine learned several new swear words in the space of a few seconds, bad enough that she thought they might make Luxord blush.
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The intercom crackled to life.
There was the sound of angry voices, too muffled to hear properly, and it was easy to believe that the intercom had been left on accidently. There was the sound of a door slamming, and footsteps and then a clink of glass and the gurgle of liquid being poured.
“You have to help.” The Head Doctor, sounding rather more worried than anyone had ever heard him.
“Why should I help you?” Another voice familiar to the patients, although never before over the intercom. No, Alec Doyle normally spoke to them through the radio and who knew what this strange turn of events could mean?
There was a long pause.
“I suppose if I said you should help me out of a sense of nostalgia for an old friend, then you wouldn’t believe me?”
“I think if you said that then I’d have no choice but to laugh in your face. Which I’m still thinking of doing, I admit.”
Martin Landel sighed. “Worth a try.” There was a soft drumming sound for a moment, like someone tapping their fingers against a desk. “How about because you’re trapped here until morning, the same as I am and I’ve spiked your drink with a potent aphrodisiac. Considering the effect that the creature has, that could be rather unfortunate.”
“You bastard.”
“And?”
“…You left the intercom on.”
The intercom was very hastily turned off.
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They’d been waiting for ages.
Rangiku tapped her foot against the floor impatiently, looking up and down the corridor, a faintly annoyed look on her face. How long had it been? And the third member of their party hadn’t even shown up yet. More worryingly, nor had anyone else. The corridors were empty although she had heard muffled sounds from an awful lot of the rooms as she’d come to the meeting spot.
Gin looked just as bored as she did, and she was kind of sorry that she hadn’t stolen a pack of cards from the games room at any point. At least they could have killed some time since it appeared even the monsters were taking a night off.
She wasn’t sure whether she should be relieved or worried about that little development.
“I don’t think he’s coming,” she said finally, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t think anything else is coming for that matter.”
Gin looked thoughtful for a moment, considering the options. The last intercom announcement had been awfully strange, with Landel sounding very distracted and perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to just get out of there. He glanced slyly over at Rangiku. She’d never leave Hitsugaya here, or Abarai, or any of the rest of them, would she? Shame that. But then, she wouldn’t be Rangiku if she did.
He slipped a hand around her waist, his smile widening when she leaned against him. “Ne, Rangiku-chan, want to do something more fun?” he asked.
Rangiku paused for a moment before she grinned and nodded. “Alright.”
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Artemis was beginning to feel decidedly hunted.
It wasn’t that he minded the company. On the contrary, Haku and Hitsugaya were two of his closest friends and confidants (and more in Haku’s case) within the Institute, and having them working together with him was something that he’d been looking forward to.
He was beginning to think that that had been a miscalculation.
He’d never seen Haku act so possessive before. He’d walked next to Artemis the whole time, which wasn’t odd in itself, but it became odd when you took into account that he’d been pressed so close to his side that Artemis could feel every movement of his body. It was rather a distracting feeling for a boy just starting to realise that he had hormones.
And the there was Hitsugaya. Cool, calm, collected Hitsugaya, who never seemed to show any outward signs of emotion beyond grumpiness, was currently glaring daggers at Haku who was glaring back just as fiercely. Artemis had no idea what they were silently clashing wills over, but he got the disconcerting feeling that it might be him.
What they could be fighting over him for, he was certain that he had no idea. He just rolled his eyes again and chalked it up to the oddness of the night, even when compared to the inherently odd nights at the Institute. He would just have to grin and bear it. Or scowl and bear it as the case might be.
So caught up in his mental growling was he, that he managed to trip, stumbling over something and lurching forward. Without warning, two sets of hands closed around him (rather more tightly than he thought was strictly necessary) and dragged him upright again. Two sets of hands pressed him back against the nearest wall, and two sets of eyes met his own.
Artemis just stared for a moment, his eyes wide at the near identical expressions of devious pleasure on the faces of Hitsugaya and Artemis (and he hadn’t ever realised that Hitsugaya could have such an expression) and he had to wonder what secret look or sign had passed between them to make them look like that.
He didn’t really have time to think about it, or wonder why they were suddenly acting like this, before Haku’s lips pressed against his own, while Hitsugaya seemed rather busy with attempting to find out what colour his boxers were.
Ah well, he thought after a moment, giving in to the warmth which had been creeping up on him for a while. At least I can blame it on hormones.
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The intercom crackled to life.
There was no speech this time, just an odd rustling, shuffling sound, like cloth moving against cloth. The speech when it came, if speech it could be called, was strangely muffled, like something was blocking the microphone.
“Oh god…” And it wasn’t a sound of horror or shock, but a long, drawn out moan which made more worldly patients (those who weren’t involved in other nocturnal activities anyway), slap their hands over the ears of the more innocent among them.
“Yessssss…”
There were going to be many awkward questions asked over breakfast the next morning.
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Allelujah paused hesitantly outside the door to Homura’s room, frowning slightly at the sounds that he was hearing from inside. Sort of moaning and groaning sounds and the occasional whimper. Was someone hurt? Although it didn’t sound like any kind of hurt that he’d encountered before. More like those movies that Lockon…
No. That was ridiculous. He had no idea why Hallelujah was snickering like that either.
He knocked lightly on the door but received no answer. His frown deepening, he knocked again, more loudly this time. “Homura?”
He’d turned away, just about to start heading down the corridor on his own, when the door creaked open and an arm slid around him from behind, pulling him back against a warm chest firmly. Allelujah tensed, grabbing the person’s wrist and narrowing his eyes, not able to quite shake the feeling that Hallelujah was laughing at him.
“Allelujah,” a voice purred in his ear, and his grip faltered when he recognised it.
“Homura?” he asked incredulously, relaxing a little but still extremely uncomfortable being touched like that.
“I’m glad you came, my friend,” Homura said, and Allelujah found himself being spun around and nudged into the room.
Oh. So it was like the movies…
No!
He shook his head, eyes widening as he stared at what was going on within the room, not even noticing the sound of the door closing being him. The two beds had been pushed together to make one big one, which was obviously needed because it was currently very… occupied.
Allelujah swallowed, not quite able to tear his gaze away from the sight of Okita’s fingers drifting slowly down Kenshin’s chest, making the red-haired man arch into his touch and gasp. But Kenshin’s arms were wrapped around Okita’s body, and somehow it looked as much like fighting as it did sex. Kenren and Sanosuke seemed to just be enjoying themselves, wrapped around each other and oblivious to the world considering neither had even glanced up. Heiji and Kaito were pressed up against the wall and looked to be talking quietly to each other, interspersed with kisses and gropes and…
“What is this?” Allelujah asked hoarsely, still not managing to look away, no matter how much his mind was telling him to bolt from the room and go lock himself up in his own.
Homura’s arm tightened around him, as though sensing his thoughts. Teeth nipped at his earlobe, making him moan softly and another set of arms, which he knew intellectually were just in his mind, wrapped around his waist possessively.
“Join us,” Homura said quietly, starting to tug him over to the bed insistently. “Don’t heretics deserve to enjoy their existence?” And Allelujah, after a moment, followed him, finding his mind pleasantly fuzzy and the sights and sounds more arousing than shocking.
You knew about this, Allelujah murmured to his other self.
You’re too serious Hallelujah replied with a smirk, and Allelujah didn’t have the heart to refuse.
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Ed wasn’t entirely certain how it had happened. Admittedly, at the moment, he didn’t really care that much, but it was something to think about when coherent thought returned to him.
He knew that there had been alcohol. Quality testing and all. And Tamaki had joined them. Him and Adel and Tamaki, just enjoying each other’s company and it wasn’t their fault if none of them were used to drinking and perhaps things had got a little out of hand. Just a little bit.
They’d been working through each different kind of alcohol methodically, one after the other, and he thought it might have been when they got to seven or eight (or more? He’d lost count) that the look in Adel’s eyes changed from sleepy amusement to sharp predatory hunger, and it hadn’t been long after that that he’d found Adel pressed hard against his back, lips on his neck. And Tamaki… he’d never thought that Tamaki could actually ever look like that, all flushed and blond and the closest he could get to an analogy was if someone took one of those angel statues he’d seen in history books about religion, and made it drink a tonne of bootlegged alcohol.
It wasn’t a very good analogy, but Tamaki turned out to have the ability to be very distracting.
In any case, somehow Adel nipping at his neck and Tamaki kissing him and oh, there had been hands in places where other people’s hands had never been before, not to mention lips and tongues and teeth and other bits that Ed knew weren’t suitable to be mentioned in polite conversation and that had all combined to the three off them on the bed together. Adel seemed mostly asleep at last, his arm wrapped possessively and protectively around both Ed and Tamaki, while Tamaki was pressed against Ed’s front, their legs tangled together.
Adel shifted slightly, opening one blood red (and bloodshot) eye, peering down at Ed. “You’re thinking too much, Edward.”
Tamaki murmured a mostly-asleep noise of agreement and snuggled closer to Ed.
“Just wondering…” Ed said, stifling a yawn with his hand.
“Less wondering, more sleeping,” Adel replied forcefully, groping Ed in a very intimate place. “After all. We want time for another round.”
He had a point.
“’kay,” Ed said with a shrug, finding nothing wrong with that statement at all, although maybe he would. With that, he closed his eyes and quickly dozed off.
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There was a mostly empty bottle of scotch set on the floor amidst the scattered papers, which Martin would, thankfully, later be able to blame for his current position: sprawled over his mahogany desk, cigarette dangling from his lips. Nearby, Alec seemed occupied with enjoying the swivel of Matin’s high backed leather super-villain swivel chair, the one that he’d spent hours picking out to make sure that the swivel was just fast enough, that the back was ominous enough, that it had exactly the right ratio of evil genius to professional doctor.
He took another drag of his cigarette then tapped the ash off into a cut crystal whiskey tumbler which made a rather good ashtray if he said so himself. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before now. He never had one to hand on the rare occasions when he did smoke.
That was one thing that he liked about Alec, he thought fuzzily. He always had smokes on him. Oh, and he always had a plan. Admittedly, this plan had mainly involved pushing Martin back against his desk and fucking him senseless, but hey, it had worked!
Now if only he could remember why they’d been planning in the first place.
“Alec,” he said, after a few moments thought yielded no answers. “What were we planning about?”
For a short while, all that could be heard was the soft sound of the swivel chair rotating backwards and forwards under Alec’s weight. “I don’t know,” Alec replied thoughtfully, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. “Monsters.”
Martin waved a hand imperiously, managing to knock the last few remaining papers onto the floor. “Oh them,” he said, completely unimpressed. “I plan them all the time. We were planning something important.”
He tilted his head back, watching upside-down as Alec stood and came over to him. “We can make a new plan,” Alec said, nodding decisively. “We’ve got the rest of the night.”
Martin thought for a moment before grabbing the hem of Alec’s shirt, tugging him close awkwardly. “C’mere,” he said, grinning sloppily. “We can plan together.”
Hmmm, Alec had a very talented tongue. Martin liked that too.
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Two figures slipped, well, sauntered actually, into the Sun Room, seemingly unconcerned about such paltry things as monsters or the pink-tinted mist which was seeping out of the doors besides a few snide comments.
Xigbar whistled when he saw the occupant of the room however, folding his arms across his chest and just staring for a moment. “Hey X,” he called out, rather more loudly than was necessary considering Luxord was less than a foot away from him. “It’s a frigging massive Heart.”
Luxord sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried not to contemplate the utter pointlessness of Xigbar’s comment. You’d really think that he’d be expecting it by now. “I noticed,” he replied dryly, eying the creature assessingly. “A Heart big enough to open Kingdom Hearts on its own, I would say.”
“Fuck yeah,” Xigbar exclaimed, grinning widely. A bit useless here and all, admittedly, considering that they weren’t in the castle and they didn’t have Kingdom Hearts and oh yeah, they were kind of dead in the world where Kingdom Hearts did exist according to all sources (not that Xigbar actually cared), but those were all technicalities which could be dealt with in the proper time and place.
The mist got thicker the closer they got to the Giant Heart; it had a cloying, sickly sweet scent and appealed to the place where the Nobodies’ heart should have been. Which meant that it was a total failure in layman’s terms. But it did give them both some ideas of what exactly was making everyone so damn horny (and more importantly, why they weren’t getting any. Xigbar was a little pissed about that; everyone else got to screw like rabbits and X didn’t even give him a peck on the cheek? Totally unfair).
“It appears that it acts on the Hearts of those incarcerated here,” Luxord mused, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “I suppose that in the spirit of brotherhood and patient solidarity, it is our duty to vanquish the beast.”
There was a long silence, the two Nobodies just looking at each other.
“Screw that,” Xigbar said, starting to giggle uncontrollably. “ZEX is horny at the best of times, maybe I can get the captain too this time.”
Luxord watched him leave before turning to give the Lover’s Shadow one last look. “I suppose I should go and check that my dear Celes and Noah are not left to be tempted by such a creature. It would be terrible for them both to give in.” With a small smirk, Luxord drifted off towards the door. Time, as they say, waits for no man.
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The next morning dawned bright and clear. The perfect day in fact. Which made it all the more strange when the Head Doctor made his morning announcement. Gone was the usual cheeriness and outline of the activities for the day. He sounded rather subdued, not to mention hung over. But of course, that couldn’t be possible.
“Last night never happened.”
The Intercom clicked off.