Pokémon :: Scarf Love
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grapegardenThis ficlet was inspired by this lovely fanart here. (NSFW) :3 The ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pokanon prompt wanted scarves, and despite my absolute lack of confidence writing Grimsley and Marshal, I caved in and wrote this. <.<;;; Basically a "coming out of hibernation after working on my novel for eons and eons" piece, nom. I'm actually kind of proud how this turned out. :) As for the title, well... it's one of those "says on the tin" things. :P
Title: Scarf Love
Author: Puri
Fandom: Pokémon
Genre: Romance/Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex. Mwoiiiiiing~!
Ships/Characters: Grimsley/Marshal
Finished: Yes
Grimsley had nothing but his scarf for company by the time Marshal met him in his room. It draped over his sides like two banners, coating his neck and calling attention to the thin frame of his body. He dressed with the usual cunning smirk and his legs were folded across his lap, as if the dark-type elite was in his usual suit expecting a challenger.
"Sure had a long day, huh?"
"Yeah." Marshal nodded. His vest had been replaced by a white towel on his shoulders; he had been training all day and had just come out of a hot shower. His breath came in quiet pants, but the glint in his eyes retained their determination. No matter how tired he was, the martial artist was always ready to fight again. Marshal never gave up being better for himself or his Pokémon; it was a trait Grimsley had always admired about him. He was reminded of this whenever Marshal was shirtless--which was often--and the dark-type elite would look at him with great interest, and lately, awe and respect.
"Come here." Grimsley beckoned. His voice softened in spite of his usual deviousness, and he unfurled the scarf as he welcomed Marshal into his arms. Wordlessly, Marshal complied, dropping the towel by his feet in favor of Grimsley and the smooth yellow cloth. Grimsley sighed as gloved hands and callused fingers gripped his back, obliging as they lifted him onto his partner's lap. He weaved the scarf around Marshal, sweeping across skin and rubbing the back of his head to relax him.
"You've worked hard today." Grimsley said. "It's time you earned your winnings." His mouth and nose brushed along the damp blond fuzz of Marshal's hair, taking in the scent of soap and shampoo. The dark-type elite chuckled and kissed him. Marshal pressed his lips over his chest, claiming one of his nipples with gentle, yet rough, flickers of his tongue.
"Yes..." Grimsley whispered. He held one end of the scarf over Marshal's shoulder, marveling the curve of dark, muscular skin. The martial artist lowered his hands, pulling his partner closer. Grimsley sensed a growing bulge beneath him, and he shifted himself and locked his legs around the martial artist's hips in an effort to make it rise. "Yes... go on. Harder."
Marshal groaned. Grimsley grew as hard as his partner's bite, and he too wanted Marshal to be aware of the excitement he was causing him. The tip of his cock pointed at Marshal's stomach, occasionally pressing against tight abs. Eventually the martial artist withdrawn, stopping to lift Grimsley with one hand and lowering his pants with the other.
"I want to touch you." Marshal said. He circled his hand around their erections in emphasis.
"By all means." Grimsley roped his scarf around themselves in an incomplete cocoon, leaning against Marshal for support. The dark-type elite urged him on, burying his face in his partner's hair again as he thrust with the other's pumping. What Marshal had in strength, Grimsley had in cunning, and the opposing frames of their bodies--one frail, the other bulky--synchronized in an intoxicating mesh of dark brown and pale peach among twisted saffron cotton.
They savored the moment as their climax spattered between them and they caught their breaths. Grimsley untangled the scarf, holding the edges over Marshal's back as the other dipped his hand to pick up the towel he dropped and start cleaning up. They had their usual expressions--one mischievous, the other serious--tinged with the warm color of afterglow. Grimsley held Marshal and covered their cheeks with the scarf, letting their mouths connect temporarily beneath its protection.
"Mmm..." Marshall hummed. "That's a fine scarf you have there."
"Of course." Grimsley grinned and cradled him, such a compliment bringing satisfaction... and affection.
pokanon prompt wanted scarves, and despite my absolute lack of confidence writing Grimsley and Marshal, I caved in and wrote this. <.<;;; Basically a "coming out of hibernation after working on my novel for eons and eons" piece, nom. I'm actually kind of proud how this turned out. :) As for the title, well... it's one of those "says on the tin" things. :PTitle: Scarf Love
Author: Puri
Fandom: Pokémon
Genre: Romance/Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex. Mwoiiiiiing~!
Ships/Characters: Grimsley/Marshal
Finished: Yes
Grimsley had nothing but his scarf for company by the time Marshal met him in his room. It draped over his sides like two banners, coating his neck and calling attention to the thin frame of his body. He dressed with the usual cunning smirk and his legs were folded across his lap, as if the dark-type elite was in his usual suit expecting a challenger.
"Sure had a long day, huh?"
"Yeah." Marshal nodded. His vest had been replaced by a white towel on his shoulders; he had been training all day and had just come out of a hot shower. His breath came in quiet pants, but the glint in his eyes retained their determination. No matter how tired he was, the martial artist was always ready to fight again. Marshal never gave up being better for himself or his Pokémon; it was a trait Grimsley had always admired about him. He was reminded of this whenever Marshal was shirtless--which was often--and the dark-type elite would look at him with great interest, and lately, awe and respect.
"Come here." Grimsley beckoned. His voice softened in spite of his usual deviousness, and he unfurled the scarf as he welcomed Marshal into his arms. Wordlessly, Marshal complied, dropping the towel by his feet in favor of Grimsley and the smooth yellow cloth. Grimsley sighed as gloved hands and callused fingers gripped his back, obliging as they lifted him onto his partner's lap. He weaved the scarf around Marshal, sweeping across skin and rubbing the back of his head to relax him.
"You've worked hard today." Grimsley said. "It's time you earned your winnings." His mouth and nose brushed along the damp blond fuzz of Marshal's hair, taking in the scent of soap and shampoo. The dark-type elite chuckled and kissed him. Marshal pressed his lips over his chest, claiming one of his nipples with gentle, yet rough, flickers of his tongue.
"Yes..." Grimsley whispered. He held one end of the scarf over Marshal's shoulder, marveling the curve of dark, muscular skin. The martial artist lowered his hands, pulling his partner closer. Grimsley sensed a growing bulge beneath him, and he shifted himself and locked his legs around the martial artist's hips in an effort to make it rise. "Yes... go on. Harder."
Marshal groaned. Grimsley grew as hard as his partner's bite, and he too wanted Marshal to be aware of the excitement he was causing him. The tip of his cock pointed at Marshal's stomach, occasionally pressing against tight abs. Eventually the martial artist withdrawn, stopping to lift Grimsley with one hand and lowering his pants with the other.
"I want to touch you." Marshal said. He circled his hand around their erections in emphasis.
"By all means." Grimsley roped his scarf around themselves in an incomplete cocoon, leaning against Marshal for support. The dark-type elite urged him on, burying his face in his partner's hair again as he thrust with the other's pumping. What Marshal had in strength, Grimsley had in cunning, and the opposing frames of their bodies--one frail, the other bulky--synchronized in an intoxicating mesh of dark brown and pale peach among twisted saffron cotton.
They savored the moment as their climax spattered between them and they caught their breaths. Grimsley untangled the scarf, holding the edges over Marshal's back as the other dipped his hand to pick up the towel he dropped and start cleaning up. They had their usual expressions--one mischievous, the other serious--tinged with the warm color of afterglow. Grimsley held Marshal and covered their cheeks with the scarf, letting their mouths connect temporarily beneath its protection.
"Mmm..." Marshall hummed. "That's a fine scarf you have there."
"Of course." Grimsley grinned and cradled him, such a compliment bringing satisfaction... and affection.
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*drool*
Date: 2011-03-29 01:01 pm (UTC)Congrats, it's a great fill, especially since you took the plunge and wrote for a (v. hot) pairing you're not that comfortable with writing for
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Date: 2011-03-29 10:49 pm (UTC)I'll be happy to write Grimsley/Marshal again when another prompt shows up and inspires me~ ♥ Thank you so much. Your feedback is so encouraging. ;;