So far I've written (only D:) two stories for porn tree, but hopefully I'll manage to write a couple more. The two I've done!

Series: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Pairing: Lau/Madam Red/Ranmao
Rating: R-ish

"Hmm..." Lau mused, cocking his head as he leaned over the woman resting on his cushions.

"What?" Madam Red asked testily.

"Oh, I was only wondering what could bring such an upstanding member of society to this sort of establishment, is all..."

Madam Red glared at him half-heartedly, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face. "Do you always pry into your clientele's private affairs? Maybe I should go somewhere else."

Lau leaned back, held up a hand as if to fend off a blow. "Yaa, so cold! Must we be so formal?"

She did not deign to give him an answer.

"We're all friends here, aren't we?" said Lau, his lips curling into a smile. "A friend should always help a friend in need, right? I'm sure Ranmao could help you forget your troubles." His smile turned suggestive, almost leering, as Ranmao slipped from his side and over to Madam Red's.

The young woman slid over top of Madam Red, straddling her lap. The warmth of the girl slowly seeped through the many layers of her clothing. The contours of the body beneath that short skirt were obscenely apparent.

Madam Red looked at her long and hard; Ranmao's expression was as flat and unchanging as ever. "Is this the sort of establishment you run?" Madam Red asked, glancing at Lau over the girl's shoulder.

"What are you suggesting, Madam?"

"I'm not 'suggesting' anything. I'm accusing."

Lau pouted childishly. "You think that I would place my precious little sister into a compromising situation?"

"You - stop calling her your sister. It's creepy."

Lau tilted his head. "Does that mean you're not interested?"

Ranmao leaned forward then, placed her lips against Madam Red's ear, and whispered.

Madam Red's eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. Ranmao's hand slid over the curve of her back as she pressed her body against Madam Red's. The girls breasts felt so soft and warm, the girl's body so welcoming as her thighs clenched gently around Madam Red's hips. A wet tongue flicked cat-like at the space just beneath her ear, and she gasped.

We can forget together. Please?

Madam Red's hands fell limply to her sides, her eyes squeezing shut, and Lau bent forward, rescuing the pipe from her fingers. She felt his leering gaze against her skin, but as Ranmao's small, slender fingers worked their way beneath her clothes, she no longer cared.


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Series: Pandora Hearts
Pairing: Raven/Oz
Prompt: "'Body.' Oz hadn't realized just how much his friend had grown, until he caught sight of him naked."
Rating: PG-13-ish

"Gil, I brought you a towel!" Oz called out merrily, giving the door a cursory knock before walking in - and then he froze in mid-stride.

Gilbert had just stood up, preparing to step out of the bath. Oz's gaze instinctively followed the water droplets trailing down his friend's body.

"Um," said Gilbert, as he watched the boy's eyes grow huge in his head.

"Gil..."

"Towel?" said Gilbert hopefully.

"That's - I had no idea!"

"Wha...what?" A note of panic crept into Gilbert's voice; he could not help but notice where his master was staring. He felt his face warming in a threatening manner and resisted the urge to cover himself.

"That's amazing, Gil! I'm so jealous!"

"What are you talking about?! Hurry and give me that towel!" The warmth across his cheeks was definitely not mere threat, but had bloomed into a flaming blush.

"Let me see, let me see!" Oz cried, radiating with glee as he advanced on his servant.

"What - what are you doing, you - wait - stop - STOP -"

The sounds of a short, muffled scream and a rather large splash echoed down the hallway.

"Oh, my," said Sharon, covering her mouth with a demure, gloved hand, her eyes shining expectantly.

"They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves," said Break.

"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUCHING, YOU -!" cried the voice from down the hall.

Alice rose from her seat, shaking with rage. "What does that seaweed head think he's doing with my servant?" she growled, and stalked off toward the bath.

Break watched her go. "Do you suppose we should stop her?"

"Oh," said Sharon, "I wouldn't presume."