Drabbly-drabblety?

[lyricality]

I AM USING THIS ICON TO FEEL ACCOMPLISHED.
It is not working.

To follow a developing trend (yes, two people is a trend, hush up) and to have an excuse not to work on my portfolio, I am offering to do drabbles. Liek OMG, yes. My weird and varied fandoms are as follows:

Star Wars (don't break my brain too much with this)
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
PotC
HP
Sherlock Holmes
Lady in the Water
YuGiOh!
Tabula Rasa (have we established by now that this is, in fact, a fandom? =P )
King Kong (2005)
The Secret of NIMH
Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Anastasia
Gravitation
FFVII (including Advent Children)
Lazytown (I haven't actually tried this. It might be disturbing.)

...There is a high probability that you will get smut, or something close to it, because I have not been writing a lot of smut and am thus deprived. In fact, if you absolutely do NOT want smut...you should probably say so in your request. Eh heh heh. *tries to look innocent and FAILS*

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[alchemy]

Lancelot/Gareth. Go.

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He hadn’t much interest in finding another horse, just now. In fact, he hadn’t much interest in anything beyond the necessities of breathing, eating, and occasionally mourning what they all had lost. Usually when he was fairly deep in his cups, for the last.

“Too old, this one,” Gawain muttered, from somewhere just to his right.

Lancelot manfully suppressed the urge to round on him--on all of them--and impolitely tell them to leave him the hell alone. “I’m capable of doing this myself.”

He received an uncaring snort in response. Percivale arched an elegant brow at him over the back of a sorrel mare, apparently equally unconvinced, and Lancelot rewarded him with a simmering scowl before turning on his heel and making for the other side of the pasture. So doting and caring when they wanted to be, the lot of them, and they made him want to scream.

Just then, something struck him squarely on the ass and nearly sent him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

Regaining his balance, he swung around, ready to pay Gawain or Bors or Gaheris or whoever the hell had dared, back in full measure. Instead, he came up against the white side of a very young stallion, one of its hooves still lifted. “Hey,” he snarled, and the horse twisted a bit, ready to kick again, but Lancelot caught its head by the bridle in one firm hand, dragging it back around to face him, close enough to impress his will upon it eye to eye. The horse snorted, shaking its head slightly in defiance, but meeting his eyes. Brown eyes, strangely gold at the edges. “Bastard,” Lancelot told him, but mildly.

The stallion’s ears pricked forward. He stood steady, now, oddly docile when Lancelot ran one hand along his neck, examining his formation with a distantly critical eye. Still young, but he would be strong enough, tall enough.

“Too young,” Gawain said, disapproving, as he came up to stand with arms crossed over his chest. “Too skinny, anyway.”

“It is young.” Arthur had materialized apparently out of nowhere, coming close enough that his bicep brushed against Lancelot’s shoulder when he reached out to smooth a hand under the horse’s mane. “But seems to be from excellent stock. Besides…” He raised a brow, using his other hand to surreptitiously brush off the back of Lancelot’s tunic, where the horse’s hoof had left a perfect half-moon of dust. “This one seems to have left its mark.”

The stallion chose that moment to dart out his head, nipping at Arthur’s hand, and the Roman commander jerked back with a mild oath.

Lancelot grinned widely, unapologetic, his hand keeping its place securely along the horse’s cheek. Whickering low, the stallion let out a whuff of breath against his hair. “Oh yes,” he said. “This is the one.”

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Okay, that is not what you asked for at all, I've just been wanting an excuse to write it for months. So I wrote you another one. Heeee. ♥ Next comment, because it was too long. =P

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“Slow--slow down.” Hands trapped his hips, steadying him, holding him back, and Gareth writhed against the restriction for a moment or two before settling into a sort of trembling acquiescence, his hips rocking very slightly nevertheless. Lancelot kept him like that for a minute, lightly shuddering with the sensation of holding both of them back. Gareth curled both hands over his, making low and pleading sounds in his throat, then nearly growling when Lancelot tightened his grip and thrust deep, deeper, setting a new rhythm that made him arch his back and grasp for something solid. His fingers dug into the bedsheets.

He treasured this, even when it was only physical, nothing deeper than need and passion warring on the surface. He loved it more thoroughly when Lancelot took him, driving into him and needing something deeper than just the acceptance of his body.

Right now he felt connected, needed, and filled. Lancelot was taking him from the back, deeper penetration than he had ever before experienced, and he was lightheaded with it, already rising on each thrust, gasping when Lancelot’s hand curled around his cock and stroked him until he spasmed unexpectedly in release. “Yes,” he hissed, purposefully tightening, squeezing until Lancelot made a strangled sound and bit into his shoulder, filling him with liquid warmth.

Gareth reached down, curled one hand around Lancelot’s and drew it to his lips.

“I love you,” he breathed, delicately licking, unexpectedly fierce. “Don’t ever forget.”