Meridae Ninja Fic.

[charisstoma]

Excuse me while I SQUEEeeeeeeeeee. Meridae has gifted two things in this Ninja Fic, more Warne and Ranel and Word etymology*.

*(coughs- I spelled it wrong the first time) etomology per http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=etomology

The study of great things
the etomologist stood in awe of his magnificent find!

** etymology http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/definition/american_english/etymology

The study of the origin of words and the way in which their meanings have changed throughout history.
The origin of a word and the historical development of its meaning.

Enough distraction. I present for your reading ....
Meridae's --- Warne and Ranel dining out

Also in the comments there's Ren & Drew
And Meridae is sneaky like this to hide a ninja fic here.

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[meridae.livejournal.com]

And since I seem to be on a 'butt' kick (see what I did there?) today, we have Ren and Drew doing some 'gardening'.

Drew writhed on the bed as sensation overwhelmed his body, frissioning through his nerves until he thought he might go insane. Sweat dewed his skin, making it glisten in the firelight, and long, limber fingers grasped the crisp cotton sheets in desperation.

Between his legs, a wicked tongue worked it's wiles.

"G-god, Ren, w-what are you doing to me?"

The dark head, silky strands also gleaming in the soft light, shifted as Ren glanced up at his lover. His voice, made deeper and darker than black velvet by lust and love, purred up Drew's skin. Drew shivered.

"What you asked me to do, my sweet."

"F-fuck that - I asked you to fuck me, not eat me out for God's sake!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Ren replied mildly as he bent his head back to his task with a will.

Drew couldn't prevent his hips thrusting up off the bed as a probing tongue pressed against his hole, massaging wetly as it softened his rim. Every few seconds, Ren would pause, bestowing a sucking kiss on the tight pucker before turning to nibble on a thigh, or gently bit a tender buttock, or move his head to use that very same tongue to lave a sensitive ball.

"It's not," Drew gasped, "It's just . . God . . please, Ren, I need something in me!" He twisted and thrust again, stiff cock rubbing over the soft hair on Ren's head, and quite possibly leaving smears of pre-come on his forehead.

"And something you shall get, my sweet," Ren looked up again, smiling, his face smeared with saliva and lust. His fingers moved to caress Drew's hole as he spoke, and once again Drew had to curse himself for being so reluctant to bottom.

"But as every good gardener knows, you should never pick a flower before it's ready - so right now, I need to make sure that your rosebud is ready to pluck."

It took a few seconds for Drew's arousal-addled brain to work out what Ren was talking about, then he remembered the silent conversation they'd had that afternoon when he rescued Ren from the rose garden. Flashes of just how the rosebud would be 'plucked' flickered through his mind, and he groaned.

Really, the only thing worse than Ren's kitchen metaphors during intercourse, was his gardening metaphors when he was eating Drew out.

His body contorted suddenly, shoulders pressing back into the pillows, hips arching up as Ren finally - FINALLY - pressed one nimble finger into Drew's ass.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Oh dear hooks and little fishes!
Ren is pure evil and just what Drew needs. Torturous. THIS is why Ren is hot not only in the kitchen or in the salamander.
*grins* Can see why things between these two gets so heated.

[meridae.livejournal.com]

Ren is completely into anything that keeps him warm. Sex not only heats him up, but it heats Drew up, which in turn heats Ren up some more (since Drew is Ren's favorite heat source).