chineseink | [PoT] 3 drabbles, PG-13, Crack, various (Reply)

I can't begin to categorize these, so, here, CRACK.
Prince of Tennis variety.

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I feel strange urge to write, not office supply pr0n, but teacher-student smut. :O

"Oh sensei," Ryoma gasped raggedly, peering up at his teacher pleadingly, bangs falling over his eyes. "Teach me. Teach me hard."

...::feels violated::

Fuji leaned down and stroked Ryoma's cheek with his paper fan. "Saa, you have been a naughty boy, haven't you, Ryoma-kun?" He drifted a fleeting kiss over the corner of the boy's lips. "I'll have to teach you a lesson, hmm?"

Ryoma closed his eyes, head tilted back, and moaned softly. "Yes, sensei."

"Now," breathed Fuji, sliding a hand up Ryoma's thigh, "what's the capital of Ethiopia?"

......or Fuji with the Death Note, which is completely and utterly

svz_insanity's plot bunny.

Fuji looked thoughtfully at the notebook laying on his desk and tapped his pencil against the blank sheet. "So a name and a face, hmm?" he mused, flicking a gaze up at the figure standing behind him.

Kabaji grunted. "Usu."

Elsewhere, Atobe groused in the most regal manner possible that someone had stolen his slave, goddammit. Ore-sama was not pleased.

Here, however, much more interesting things were going on. "Details of death too," Fuji continued on speculatively, an evil gleam entering his eyes as they flared open. He leaned forward and put pencil to paper, handwriting small and neat.

Kabaji wanted an apple. He couldn't seem to make the words come out of his mouth though.

"There are some downstairs," Fuji said mildly as he continued to write. "I think that's still close enough for you to be able to get one, ne?"

"Usu."

As Kabaji vanished through the wall, Fuji chuckled softly to himself and admired his handiwork. Kirihara Akaya. 6:18 pm. Death in the middle of sex with Sanada Genichirou. He didn't have anything in particular against the Rikkai player, but he did need to practice and perfect his techniques before he arrived at his ultimate aim. And it didn't hurt that Kirihara looked disturbingly like Mizuki.

Besides, Fuji thought contemplatively with a smile, Sanada needed some loosening up.

Kabaji returned silently, apple in hand.

After staring at the Death Note for a moment more, Fuji jotted down at the end of his last sentence: and Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Sanada wasn't the only resident ice-block that could use a little fun.

...::is shot dead::

Heh. Um. Yes. According to

arctic_dragon's crack-challenge post thing, Tezuka is a wooden spoon. o.O EDIT: Oh. And I was ordered to label this last one CRACK CRACK crackity crack crack. Of the brain-breaking sort. So now you are warned.

"Yes, yes, beat me just like that ohhh!!"

"Quiet," snapped Tezuka, moving his body around as best as he could, "I'm busy."

"Ohhhh," moaned Sumire the mixing bowl, "Kunimitsu, you move in me so well. Nanjiroh the electric mixer never makes me feel like this! He's all shake and tumble but he's so fast. No skill at all in making a bowl feel goooood, ohhh. The selfish bastard."

No, I have no idea why Sumire is a mixing bowl or Nanjiroh an electric mixer. Are electric mixers very perverted?

So, um, I'm going to leave now. Pretend these were all under the influence of drugs, plzkthnx.