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I got inspired and wrote some more of a Richy/Igor fanfic, it still needs work, also because I'm not writing it in a linear way, I just write down single scenes when I'm inspired and then I have to put them all together, but I like what I've got so far. And speaking of fanfic, I finally finished the five senses series I was trying to write for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabbles100.
Title: Senses
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPF)
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompts: 036 - Smell; 037 - Sound; 038 - Touch; 039 - Taste; 040 - Sight
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG to R
Author's Notes: All drabbles contain slash
SMELL
A sleepy-looking Farin entered the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Bela said with a smile as he took a mug out of the cupboard.
Farin walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "You made tea. Smells good."
"It's some spicy blend from India. Or China. I thought you'd like it."
"Thank you." He nuzzled Bela's neck. "You smell good too."
"I've just had a shower. You should have one too, you were all sweaty last night."
"You're the one who made me sweat."
"Shall I scrub your back to make it up for that?"
"Deal."
SOUND
"Jan."
Bela's voice, deep and velvety, woke Farin up.
"Jan, you've fallen asleep on the couch. Come on, get yourself to bed, you'll have one hell of a backache if you sleep here."
Farin knew Bela was right, the couch was way too short for him, but he was too tired to move.
"Jan..." Bela repeated sitting down next to him. Farin grabbed Bela's arm and pulled him down on top of himself.
Bela sighed. "All right, but don't complain when you're all sore tomorrow."
Farin gave a little moan and went on sleeping. Bela closed his eyes and followed.
TOUCH
Farin slumped down wearily next to Bela, his breath hot against the side of the drummer's neck. Bela ran a hand down Farin's arm, the skin warm and moist with sweat. Farin draped an arm over Bela's waist and snuggled closer.
Farin wasn't much of a cuddler and Bela cherished the rare times when the guitarist lowered his guard and just enjoyed the simple pleasure of lying together like that, skin against skin. He let his hand wander up and down Farin's back, feeling his friend shiver whenever he reached a sensitive spot.
He couldn't ask for more than that.
TASTE
Farin ran the tip of his tongue over the tattoo around Bela's navel, tasting the sweat on the drummer's skin. He loved exploring Bela's body, tasting every inch, imagining every tattoo had a different flavour.
But Bela couldn't wait, not tonight, and pushed Farin's head lower.
Farin had never got used to that taste. It wasn't disgusting, but not quite pleasant either, with a lingering aftertaste that remained in his mouth long after he was done. And his jaw always hurt afterwards.
But having Bela completely at his mercy, moaning and sobbing and begging for release, was well worth it.
SIGHT
"You have so many new tattoos now."
Farin ran a finger down Bela's left arm, mesmerised by the colours. A skull, a fallen angel, even an insane clown. All sort of drawings covered the drummer's skin.
"Didn't you have a rose here or something?"
"Yeah, but... It was out of place next to the new ones."
Farin had to admit the tattoos did look good. Very much so.
"I want to get one around my navel next. And one around my nipple too."
The guitarist shook his head. "You're fucking crazy."
Bela grinned. "You wouldn't want me any other way."
Usual link to the table of prompts.
I got inspired and wrote some more of a Richy/Igor fanfic, it still needs work, also because I'm not writing it in a linear way, I just write down single scenes when I'm inspired and then I have to put them all together, but I like what I've got so far. And speaking of fanfic, I finally finished the five senses series I was trying to write for
drabbles100.Title: Senses
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPF)
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompts: 036 - Smell; 037 - Sound; 038 - Touch; 039 - Taste; 040 - Sight
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG to R
Author's Notes: All drabbles contain slash
SMELL
A sleepy-looking Farin entered the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Bela said with a smile as he took a mug out of the cupboard.
Farin walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "You made tea. Smells good."
"It's some spicy blend from India. Or China. I thought you'd like it."
"Thank you." He nuzzled Bela's neck. "You smell good too."
"I've just had a shower. You should have one too, you were all sweaty last night."
"You're the one who made me sweat."
"Shall I scrub your back to make it up for that?"
"Deal."
SOUND
"Jan."
Bela's voice, deep and velvety, woke Farin up.
"Jan, you've fallen asleep on the couch. Come on, get yourself to bed, you'll have one hell of a backache if you sleep here."
Farin knew Bela was right, the couch was way too short for him, but he was too tired to move.
"Jan..." Bela repeated sitting down next to him. Farin grabbed Bela's arm and pulled him down on top of himself.
Bela sighed. "All right, but don't complain when you're all sore tomorrow."
Farin gave a little moan and went on sleeping. Bela closed his eyes and followed.
TOUCH
Farin slumped down wearily next to Bela, his breath hot against the side of the drummer's neck. Bela ran a hand down Farin's arm, the skin warm and moist with sweat. Farin draped an arm over Bela's waist and snuggled closer.
Farin wasn't much of a cuddler and Bela cherished the rare times when the guitarist lowered his guard and just enjoyed the simple pleasure of lying together like that, skin against skin. He let his hand wander up and down Farin's back, feeling his friend shiver whenever he reached a sensitive spot.
He couldn't ask for more than that.
TASTE
Farin ran the tip of his tongue over the tattoo around Bela's navel, tasting the sweat on the drummer's skin. He loved exploring Bela's body, tasting every inch, imagining every tattoo had a different flavour.
But Bela couldn't wait, not tonight, and pushed Farin's head lower.
Farin had never got used to that taste. It wasn't disgusting, but not quite pleasant either, with a lingering aftertaste that remained in his mouth long after he was done. And his jaw always hurt afterwards.
But having Bela completely at his mercy, moaning and sobbing and begging for release, was well worth it.
SIGHT
"You have so many new tattoos now."
Farin ran a finger down Bela's left arm, mesmerised by the colours. A skull, a fallen angel, even an insane clown. All sort of drawings covered the drummer's skin.
"Didn't you have a rose here or something?"
"Yeah, but... It was out of place next to the new ones."
Farin had to admit the tattoos did look good. Very much so.
"I want to get one around my navel next. And one around my nipple too."
The guitarist shook his head. "You're fucking crazy."
Bela grinned. "You wouldn't want me any other way."
Usual link to the table of prompts.
