Stalking My Memories

So, this time I get to hide behind yuki_no_kitsune for mad pairing ideas and nemi_chan for enthusiastic sex-pollen concepts. It's all their fault. ;)

Ok, so I had to do some work in there too. And I really do want to say thank you to these two for the creativity daemon attacks, and their presumably unintended (and madly enthusiastic) support in the form of comments that I reread for oomph and motivation. Y'all are awesome. Thank you for letting me steal your ideas.

Speaking of stealing, thanks also to Mel and Christy, for abuse of their characters (I hope this doesn't scar you too badly!), and apologies to David Weber, to whom the originals belong, and who hopefully never ever EVER sees this crime against nature. Also, many thanks (that I was once again too sleep deprived to remember the first go-round) to dogmatix_san for the invaluable assistance researching the er, technical bits.

Warnings: m/m smut, mutual non-con, illegal use of weaponry and no-that's-not-a-euphemism. Also spoilers for Demon of Justice through chapter 36. Without further ado, Yithar/Sharna pr0n.

( Flute's Tears and Swords )

I cannot seem to get over Chapter 32 of Demon of Justice (admittedly some of that comes from rereading That Scene over and over and frikkin' OVER again to get the right tone for this bit o' smut). Now, I'm going to be honest. I get brotherly vibes from Bahzell and Brandark, not smutty ones at all. The slashy sentiments in the comments of DoJ confuse me, and that of course led me to wonder under what circumstances could smut happen.

Many thanks to hime_no_nishi for the plot prompt that finally made the plot here work for me. Also, a tip of the hat to joisbishmyoga for being the first one (er, that I saw) to propose... well, a spoilery concept that I totally snagged for the purposes of this fic. Lastly, huge thank yous to dogmatix_san for her assistance with some of the, er, technical bits!

HOWEVER. I cannot emphasize enough This is not DoJ canon compliant! I am not Mel, I am not Christy, I am not even a sock puppet! The following fic is SPECULATION, and totally speculation on my part as to how this fantastic, wonderful saga could go. Ya know, down another trouser leg over thattaway.

I haven't asked, but I doubt this is how things will go. And I'm ok with that. I had a creativity daemon gnawing on my ankle, so I wrote it. So with those caveats in mind, I present to you Brandark/Bahzell smut, with a nice dish of angst and plot on the side.

( The Native Hue of Resolution )

.... there comes a point, when writing somewhat experimental pr0n that comes from the deranged place of "Ohkaaay... so all these folks see it, what circumstances can I possibly create wherein this makes sense?", that ones just face palms. I mean mid-sentence, one stops writing, puts one's hands over one's face, and goes "Sweet baby hamsters, if the characters in question could read this they'd A, practically kill themselves laughing, and then B, literally kill me for putting them in such a ridiculous position."

Gods dammit. Brandark, I hope you can forgive me for this. Bahzell too, but I guess after the Lay of Bahzell Bloody-hand, this feels like small potatoes.

Nosir, that doesn't make sense to me either.

I feel stupidly proud of myself. It took 2 months, but I met my challenge!

Of course, now Eshun and Krael are poking at me to write them. A girl just can't win. ;)

If anyone wants to respond to said challenge (as in, daring me to write more, I might honor it, just try posting to this thread plzthx. Um. Because. ::shrugs:: Not that I think anyone will but what the hells. Why not, neh?)