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ajremixA stupid little thing, but… it was fun^^ Even if it was pretty dumb, I liked it because I needed to get some AlenxGrenseal action out of my system. To this day, they’re still my number 1 favorite Suiko coupling. FutchxSasuke are a close second. And where I got the Futch and Sasuke couple from… don’t ask. I’m just into really random and vague pairings. I dunno. *shrugs*
Inspired by a Korean game show where four guys take one a sports challenge. One of which was Judo and they were trying different holds :P
Title: Practice Indeed
Series: Suikoden I
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1306
Character: Grenseal and Alen
Summary: Supposedly it’s practice. Really it’s just an excuse to grope.
Grenseal stretched, setting down his book when there was a knock at his door. A bit confused, he looked at the clock.
Almost midnight. He thought. Who would be coming around at this hour?
“Open.” He said, turning in his seat to watch the door open. And in, as he figured it would be, came Alen. “What’s up?” He asked. “Can’t sleep?”
“Well, not really.…” Alen replied. “It’s just….”
“Just….?”
“You know how Kasumi wants us to help teach the troops that.… whatever the hell it’s called, right?”
Grenseal looked confused. “The what?”
“That martial arts thing Lepant wants us to know.”
“Oh. Judo.”
“Right, whatever.” He cleared his throat, cheeks a bit pink. “I’m, uh, having some trouble with the holds that she was talking about. And I can’t go out there not knowing what the hell I’m doing.”
“Right, right.” Grenseal agreed. “You don’t need to look like a bigger idiot out there than you already do.”
“Hey.”
“I’m just kidding.” He snickered. “So you came over here because you need a partner, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Alright.” He stood up from his desk. “We can go down to the training hall, no one will be there.”
“Okay.”
At the training hall, the two stood on opposite sides of the mat.
“We’ll start with the simple one, first. I’ll show you.” Grenseal pointed to the floor. “Get down.”
Alen arched a brow. “Oh my, Cecil. Is this the right place for that?”
The other colored slightly. “Would you stop calling me that?”
With a wide grin, he replied, “Have I ever in the past 12 years we’ve been together.”
Grenseal scowled. “On the floor, Alen.”
“Sure, sure.” He laid on his back as Grenseal sat on his right side.
“Alright, be sure to keep the leg closest to your opponent ahead of you, and bend your other leg behind you. Grab the arm closest to you,” he pulled Alen’s right arm tight over his lap, “across your body and lean your other arm over their side. Like this.” Grenseal’s lower arm lay flat on the mat under Alen’s other arm. “Now, try to get out.”
At first, Alen merely wiggled around. Then, tried to twist his shoulders free. Then began trying to worm his way under Grenseal’s arm.
“ARGH!” He twisted and bucked, trying to get out of his friend’s hold.
“Effective, isn’t it?” Grenseal asked, trying to keep from laughing as Alen’s face turned bright red from effort.
Panting, the older man just flopped. “Okay, okay. You win this one.”
“There is a way to get out of this. You just have to be motivated enough.” With a smirk, Grenseal leaned down and whispered in Alen’s ear, “If you win, I’ll let you be on top for a week.”
That said, a spark lit up Alen’s eyes and he struggled with renewed vigor. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, grip loosening just enough on Alen’s arm, letting the other make use of his superior strength to pull free. He grabbed Grenseal’s shoulder and flipped him over his body, onto the floor, moving over on top of him, nuzzling his neck.
“Starting now?” He asked hopefully, nipping at Grenseal’s ear.
“Not now.” The blonde said, not really trying to get the other off him. “You still need practice, remember?”
“Practice later. Nookie now.”
Grenseal brought Alen’s face to his and pulled him into a long, slow kiss that left Alen shivering and dizzy. “Later. Once you learn these moves, we’ll have all night to play.”
Alen pouted. “But Cecil….”
“Keep calling me that and I’ll change my mind about letting you get top.” He poked him in the forehead.
“You like it when I call you that.” He dipped his head against Grenseal’s neck once more, moaning erotically. “Mmmm, Cecil.…. Oh God, Cecil, Cecil.…!”
The younger man let his head drop back with a groan. “Stop that. You’re distracting me.”
“Oh, good.”
Grenseal gave Alen a promising grin. “You’ll like the last two pins. I promise.”
“Oh?” He raised a brow. “What are they?”
Using his larger frame, Grenseal rolled Alen on to his back. “I’ll show you.” With another kiss, he crawled off of Alen’s body, kneeling at his head. At that, both of Alen’s eyebrows rose.
“Is this what I’m thinking it is?”
“A body press.” He said simply, lowering himself over Alen’s body until he could grip the material at his waist.
He felt a hand running over his hip. “Oh yes…. I definitely like this one.”
Grenseal grinned. “You won’t in a minute.” With that, he dropped his weight on top of Alen, the other flailing as he was suddenly suffocated by his friend’s stomach, tapping out almost immediately.
He probably should’ve warned him, but…. Grenseal was laughing uncontrollably as Alen gasped on his back, hand over his face. He glared at the other man.
“That wasn’t funny!” He cried. “You nearly killed me!”
Grenseal couldn’t defend himself, just kept laughing. Alen growled at him. “That’s it. You’re getting it rough tonight!”
He jumped at the other man, knocking him flat on the floor. They rolled together a couple times until Grenseal finally came out on top, grinning victoriously at him. “Looks like I’m on top for a week.”
The dark haired man looked at him, slightly put out. “What’re you talking about?”
“I won two out of three holds.”
“Three.…?” Alen strained to look at their position. Grenseal’s left arm was behind his neck, hand cocked in a way to keep his head from moving. His other arm was under Alen’s left, keeping their torsos locked together. His legs twisted around Alen’s, feet braced against the older man’s ankles, locking any movement from his outspread legs. With a groan, Alen let his head fall back. “Well.… This definitely is better than that last one.”
“Hmm.…” Using his hand to direct Alen’s head up, Grenseal dipped his head down, breathing in his scent. “Better get it out of your system now. Can’t let the troops see you like this tomorrow, can you?”
A jolt went down his body and Alen tried to press his hips upward. “I get like this every time you rub up against me.” He let out a gasp when Grenseal licked deliciously at his neck. “Ooooh…. Especially when you do things like that….”
“Now then.…” Grenseal grazed his teeth on Alen’s neck, pushing and rubbing their hips together teasingly. “What should I do with you tonight?”
“Oh God…. Cecil….”
The next morning, Kasumi seemed a bit surprised when Alen went up to her, saying he couldn’t help her due to soreness from practice the day before…
~*~*~*~
A year later….
Sasuke looked at Futch oddly. “You want me to teach you pinning movements?”
Inspired by a Korean game show where four guys take one a sports challenge. One of which was Judo and they were trying different holds :P
Title: Practice Indeed
Series: Suikoden I
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1306
Character: Grenseal and Alen
Summary: Supposedly it’s practice. Really it’s just an excuse to grope.
Grenseal stretched, setting down his book when there was a knock at his door. A bit confused, he looked at the clock.
Almost midnight. He thought. Who would be coming around at this hour?
“Open.” He said, turning in his seat to watch the door open. And in, as he figured it would be, came Alen. “What’s up?” He asked. “Can’t sleep?”
“Well, not really.…” Alen replied. “It’s just….”
“Just….?”
“You know how Kasumi wants us to help teach the troops that.… whatever the hell it’s called, right?”
Grenseal looked confused. “The what?”
“That martial arts thing Lepant wants us to know.”
“Oh. Judo.”
“Right, whatever.” He cleared his throat, cheeks a bit pink. “I’m, uh, having some trouble with the holds that she was talking about. And I can’t go out there not knowing what the hell I’m doing.”
“Right, right.” Grenseal agreed. “You don’t need to look like a bigger idiot out there than you already do.”
“Hey.”
“I’m just kidding.” He snickered. “So you came over here because you need a partner, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Alright.” He stood up from his desk. “We can go down to the training hall, no one will be there.”
“Okay.”
At the training hall, the two stood on opposite sides of the mat.
“We’ll start with the simple one, first. I’ll show you.” Grenseal pointed to the floor. “Get down.”
Alen arched a brow. “Oh my, Cecil. Is this the right place for that?”
The other colored slightly. “Would you stop calling me that?”
With a wide grin, he replied, “Have I ever in the past 12 years we’ve been together.”
Grenseal scowled. “On the floor, Alen.”
“Sure, sure.” He laid on his back as Grenseal sat on his right side.
“Alright, be sure to keep the leg closest to your opponent ahead of you, and bend your other leg behind you. Grab the arm closest to you,” he pulled Alen’s right arm tight over his lap, “across your body and lean your other arm over their side. Like this.” Grenseal’s lower arm lay flat on the mat under Alen’s other arm. “Now, try to get out.”
At first, Alen merely wiggled around. Then, tried to twist his shoulders free. Then began trying to worm his way under Grenseal’s arm.
“ARGH!” He twisted and bucked, trying to get out of his friend’s hold.
“Effective, isn’t it?” Grenseal asked, trying to keep from laughing as Alen’s face turned bright red from effort.
Panting, the older man just flopped. “Okay, okay. You win this one.”
“There is a way to get out of this. You just have to be motivated enough.” With a smirk, Grenseal leaned down and whispered in Alen’s ear, “If you win, I’ll let you be on top for a week.”
That said, a spark lit up Alen’s eyes and he struggled with renewed vigor. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, grip loosening just enough on Alen’s arm, letting the other make use of his superior strength to pull free. He grabbed Grenseal’s shoulder and flipped him over his body, onto the floor, moving over on top of him, nuzzling his neck.
“Starting now?” He asked hopefully, nipping at Grenseal’s ear.
“Not now.” The blonde said, not really trying to get the other off him. “You still need practice, remember?”
“Practice later. Nookie now.”
Grenseal brought Alen’s face to his and pulled him into a long, slow kiss that left Alen shivering and dizzy. “Later. Once you learn these moves, we’ll have all night to play.”
Alen pouted. “But Cecil….”
“Keep calling me that and I’ll change my mind about letting you get top.” He poked him in the forehead.
“You like it when I call you that.” He dipped his head against Grenseal’s neck once more, moaning erotically. “Mmmm, Cecil.…. Oh God, Cecil, Cecil.…!”
The younger man let his head drop back with a groan. “Stop that. You’re distracting me.”
“Oh, good.”
Grenseal gave Alen a promising grin. “You’ll like the last two pins. I promise.”
“Oh?” He raised a brow. “What are they?”
Using his larger frame, Grenseal rolled Alen on to his back. “I’ll show you.” With another kiss, he crawled off of Alen’s body, kneeling at his head. At that, both of Alen’s eyebrows rose.
“Is this what I’m thinking it is?”
“A body press.” He said simply, lowering himself over Alen’s body until he could grip the material at his waist.
He felt a hand running over his hip. “Oh yes…. I definitely like this one.”
Grenseal grinned. “You won’t in a minute.” With that, he dropped his weight on top of Alen, the other flailing as he was suddenly suffocated by his friend’s stomach, tapping out almost immediately.
He probably should’ve warned him, but…. Grenseal was laughing uncontrollably as Alen gasped on his back, hand over his face. He glared at the other man.
“That wasn’t funny!” He cried. “You nearly killed me!”
Grenseal couldn’t defend himself, just kept laughing. Alen growled at him. “That’s it. You’re getting it rough tonight!”
He jumped at the other man, knocking him flat on the floor. They rolled together a couple times until Grenseal finally came out on top, grinning victoriously at him. “Looks like I’m on top for a week.”
The dark haired man looked at him, slightly put out. “What’re you talking about?”
“I won two out of three holds.”
“Three.…?” Alen strained to look at their position. Grenseal’s left arm was behind his neck, hand cocked in a way to keep his head from moving. His other arm was under Alen’s left, keeping their torsos locked together. His legs twisted around Alen’s, feet braced against the older man’s ankles, locking any movement from his outspread legs. With a groan, Alen let his head fall back. “Well.… This definitely is better than that last one.”
“Hmm.…” Using his hand to direct Alen’s head up, Grenseal dipped his head down, breathing in his scent. “Better get it out of your system now. Can’t let the troops see you like this tomorrow, can you?”
A jolt went down his body and Alen tried to press his hips upward. “I get like this every time you rub up against me.” He let out a gasp when Grenseal licked deliciously at his neck. “Ooooh…. Especially when you do things like that….”
“Now then.…” Grenseal grazed his teeth on Alen’s neck, pushing and rubbing their hips together teasingly. “What should I do with you tonight?”
“Oh God…. Cecil….”
The next morning, Kasumi seemed a bit surprised when Alen went up to her, saying he couldn’t help her due to soreness from practice the day before…
~*~*~*~
A year later….
Sasuke looked at Futch oddly. “You want me to teach you pinning movements?”
