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A drabble is a
short
story of precisely 100 words. no more, no less. Here are some
which I've written for various challenges that I've encountered.
The Words: locker, knife, apple
Resident
Evil 4 - Drabbles By firewolf January 2006 @>;-'-
The
Apple
Polishing Teacher's Pet Okay, so the kid got him good
during knife training. Krauser should
have known that there was more to the apple polishing teacher's pet,
especially since he got this far in the academy honestly with his
cherry intact.
But that treasure belonged to
Krauser now. Kennedy was still young and
naive enough to be persuaded that a little locker room sex would make
up for the injury; and did it ever! Krauser frankly hadn't expected to
release a virtual sex kitten from under Kennedy's cool façade
and *damn* was the kid hot enough to burn.
The scar was worth it.
..~..~..~..~..~..~
An
Apple for
Teacher After receiving various
reports of Krauser's demise from Ada and from
an Agency spy, Wesker had to admit being surprised to have the man
march into his office carrying an old steel locker.
At Wesker's raised eyebrow,
Krauser opened it to tumble out an
unconscious, bound and mostly nude Leon Kennedy. Aside from the ropes
which bound his arms, the erstwhile rescuer of the President's daughter
only wore a bandage over a vicious knife wound across his chest.
Krauser shrugged nervously at
Wesker's look. "Better than just an apple
for teacher, isn't it?"
A feral grin spread over
Wesker's face.
..~..~..~..~..~..~
Midnight
Shower
Sex Midnight shower sex. That was
the price for the knife wound.
Leon would admit to having
second thoughts when Krauser handcuffed him
to the showerhead, but he didn't complain to being soaped and shampooed
by the man's surprisingly gentle hands. The sex was apple scented and
was as deliciously sharp and crisp like promised.
Krauser whispered in Leon's
ear as he came down from his orgasm. "Ever
pulled a train, kid?"
The sudden crash of numerous
locker doors slamming in the adjacent room
rang loud above the sound of running water. His attempt at protesting
was muffled by a gag.
..~..~..~..~..~..~
Night
of Blind
Ravishment Krauser blindfolded him and
Leon felt the unmistakable brush of a knife
against his cheek as a whisper ghosted his ear. "I'm watching over you."
Surrounded by darkness and
the fall of water drowned in the echoing
ring of raucous cheers against the tiles, Leon squirmed and writhed,
impaled upon a countless train of ravaging cocks. An eternity passed
before his tormentors departed for the locker rooms and Krauser
released his bindings.
Krauser gently washed and
soothed Leon with his favourite apple scented
soap. His whispered promise of another night of blind ravishment and
pleasure made Leon shiver in anticipation.
..~..~..~..~..~..~
Frilly
Little
Apron A note in his locker led Jack
to an idyllic cabin in the mountains. He
found Kennedy in the kitchen beside an almost filled pie tin, shaving
an apple with a knife.
The apron puzzled him; the
lace seemed too frilly for-- It took two
blinks for Jack to realise that Kennedy was wearing *only* an apron.
Leon hid a sly smile as he
casually bent at the waist to place the pie
in the oven. He figured they had enough time for some hot sex before
dessert was ready. Unless Krauser preferred him with whipped cream
instead, that is.
..~..~..~..~..~..~
Locker
Room Talk Jack had long forgiven Leon
for the knife scar during combat training,
but their rabble rousing friends didn't believe him. It led to idle
locker room talk, which led to the challenge in the courtyard. Sending
a knife through an apple at 50 paces and counting. Winner called the
price.
From the glint in his eyes,
Jack knew what Leon wanted but it'd snow in
hell before he'd let him have it. Jack Krauser was no man's bottom.
When he won, Jack would make sure his lover never forgot it. He had
some lovely new toys to introduce to Leon.