[Byakuran Jesso]

Посмотрел так на картинку. На много картинок. Понял, что это наушник. Понял, что Скуало с цветочком мне не видать.


Нашел еще вот такую вещь. Типа иллюстрация к некому фику на 10069.
Фик на английском.
Может кто мне переведет его, а?

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Until now, you had hated being sick in any way, shape or form. The very thought of IVs sickened you and the mere sound of a heart monitor caused your head to spin into a panic. But now, you realized, staring toward the doorway with expectant green eyes, you didn't mind as much. For as you had awakened from your drug-induced sleep and stared up at the blindingly white ceiling woozily, a voice washed over you.

"Ah~ Etsu-chan! You're awake." Such a low, silken voice. And a pair of iced purple eyes stared down at you, glinting with the heat of a predator. You had only to widen your own eyes in shock to elicit a rumbling chuckle from the man's throat. "Etsu-chan," he had purred, drawing his mouth up into a cat-like smile, "you're in the hospital; you got too dehydrated and fainted, hitting your head on the floor a bit too hard." All the while, his eyes remained locked on yours and it was all you could do not to have a freak out. Another amused chuckled slipped from his lips. "I'll be your nurse; you can call me Byakuran~"

He had leaned back up, and your eyes widened dramatically at his flirty pink nurse's uniform. The hem of the skirt barely drew along his upper thigh, and the low dip of the front exposed a pale, sculpted chest. The lanky man smiled cattily down at you, almost possessively, and you gulped. "Now, Etsu-chan," he began, setting his hands on his hips much like a model would. "Stay put and don't cause a fuss; I don't want to have to reprimand you for it~" And he had closed those amethyst eyes in a smile yet again, slinking out of the room on long, bare legs.

And, at present, you were huddled up in a pile of thin, white blankets, gazing toward the door for your nurse to come waltzing in. Byakuran was never late, always punctual, and constantly had that oddly carefree, devious smile on his face. It sent tingles down your spine.

"Etsu-chan~" he purred, slipping in through the door like liquid, "hungry?" In his hand was a tray, and in the other he held a clear packet. You swallowed at the sight of it, hearing him set the large tray down on the bedside table. "Etsu-chan," he muttered again, bending over so his face was closer to yours, "do you feel strong enough to eat?" The white-haired man curled his lips upward and dragged the tip of his tongue across the bottom one. You flinched at his body heat and the glint in his amethyst eyes. "Ah~ Am I going to have to feed you myself?" he murmured, turning around and bending his tall body over to fiddle with something on the food tray. Your body heat spiked at the glimpse of a pair of white satin underwear gracing his ass; they looked like something out of a lingerie magazine, Playboy, if you will. The black pupils of your eyes dilated at the sight and something within you flipped about in nervousness. And what guy had such a great butt?

"Here we go," he said with a voice like velvet, spinning around and sitting down on the edge of the bed with crossed legs. "Open wide," was his order and you took at glance at the spoon full of vanilla frosting sitting only inches from your mouth.

"Uh, Byakuran-san?" you squeaked, pulling the blankets tighter about your neck, "if I'm trying to get better, how is candy going to help me?" You stared upward at the tall man with apprehensive green eyes, and he smiled back down with all the devious intent in the world.

"Oh, but Etsu-chan," he murmured, nudging your lips with the sugar-filled spoon, "it'll be delicious~ Here, try just a bite..." The snowy haired man held the spoon at your mouth and licked his own lips, leaning forward so you had a full view of his lithe, muscled chest, completely left bare by his open uniform. The red on your pale cheeks must've almost bled to a black. You shook your head slightly and in futility as the nurse above clicked his tongue. "No? You won't? How about if I try some first...?"

In an instant he was straddling your waist, little silk panties positioned over your midsection. With a delighted smile he reached down and dipped his index finger into the mound of frosting gracing the spoon, quickly bringing it to his waiting mouth. You watched with complete nervousness and anticipation as he slipped his tongue out to lick slowly at the substance, and you could almost hear his purr of approval. "It's delicious," he prompted in a silken drawl, shoving the finger into his mouth where he proceeded to suck on it. You swallowed and covered your mouth with a shaking hand, trying not to release any squeaks of agreement or the like. "Etsu-chan~" he purred, still sucking on his finger with that hot, wet mouth of his, "won't you try some now?"

You could feel your heart melt into a puddle of goo, and it was rather unpleasant. "N-no," was your muttered reply, and it was muffled by your palm.

"Really?" the nurse asked, "do I have to really convince you? Well, gladly..." Byakuran reached over to the bed side table and dipped the tips of his fingers into the soft, white icing. Sitting back up on your pelvis, he smiled that smile again, slipping one of his covered fingers into the waiting cavern of his mouth, eyes flashing all breeds of sex and desire. You sweated under the layers of blankets, watching as his tongue wrapped around the tip and then slid down the side, lapping up the ivory frosting like a cat laps up milk. His other fingers coated in sugar kept grazing his chin and bottom lip, drawing thin, savory lines of the sweet topping along the contours of smooth, supple skin. You eyed them cautiously and appreciatively, absently biting your bottom lip. Byakuran smirked against his fingers, taking one last lick and suddenly bending down so he was on all fours above you. You jolted in shock and let out a surprised squeak.

"Ready to have some now?" he muttered, leaning his forehead against yours. You stared into his pools of amethyst with leaf-green irises, feeling your mouth water at the prospect of all that sweet glaze layered onto his pale, milky skin and that luscious bottom lip... You groaned quietly and he smiled, emphasizing his temptation. You, with all the restraint of an alcoholic faced with a crate full of bourbon, reached up to wind your thin arms around his neck, digging the length of your fingers into his shock of unpigmented hair. Byakuran smiled in sly triumph, closing his eyes with the effort, and enjoyed every minute of it. Your deprived mouth found the smoothness of his chin and you kissed it lightly, tasting the ridiculously sugary icing on your lips. The male nurse chuckled at your following kisses and swipes of the tongue, a pleasant ripple flowing down his spine at your softness. "Mm, Etsu-chan?" he asked quietly as you tugged on his lower lip with your teeth. You replied with a sigh of nervous euphoria. "If you're still hungry I can feed you more~"

If you knew you were going to have a half-nude, drop-dead sexy nurse taking care of you, would you wanna be sick, too? That's what I thought...

For your birthday your father had bought you a very large, very special present. You see, your parents were divorced and your father had a rich family, so he lived in a vast mansion filled with servants and maids and cooks and such. You only visited him twice a week, so to make up for almost never seeing you, he bought you a very nice gift.

What stared back at you was a tall, lithe young man in a French maid's uniform. His look read all kinds of sickly sweet messages and his two-toned irises blinked down at your smaller form as a catty smile drew up his face. You could hardly ignore the fact that his skirt only barely covered his rear. "He's your own personal maid!" your father had chirped with a grin, gesturing to the scantily clad male. You could only swallow as your gift blinked again, giving you a small, dainty wave that completely contradicted his flashing eyes.

You now sat at a table in your sitting room, poking half-heartedly at the piece of salmon on the china before you. Outside, the sun set beyond the rolling hills and the sky bled pink and orange. You weren't very hungry.

"Etsu-sama?" your maid, whose name was Mukuro, muttered, suddenly appearing by your left shoulder, "are you done?" At your slight nod, he reached down and plucked the plate off the mahogany, leaning back up and turning to stare down at you with half-lidded eyes. "Ne, would you like something else to eat? Something savory, perhaps...?"

You looked up at him, bypassing the tiny uniform to stare him in the face with sleepy eyes. "Not really."

"You must eat," he said quietly, smiling the slightest bit. "You'll feel sick later if you don't." Mukuro blinked again, and the owlishness of it started to creep you out. "I'll bring you something maybe you'll like," he murmured in a tone like black silk, turning on his heel and flowing out of the room. You watched his barely-hidden rear leave with droopy, appreciative eyes. Minutes later he returned, balancing a platter of something on his left hand. You cocked an eyebrow at he set it down on the table top, revealing two bowls: one filled with strawberries and the other with melted chocolate. Your green eyes widened and he smiled again. "I knew you'd like it; now eat," he said, gesturing to the food with a graceful hand. You stared at the bowls and then up at him.

"My dad's letting me have this?" you asked the man with all seriousness, forcing yourself to ignore the sexy little tilt to his head he promptly executed.

"Of course," he purred sincerely, reaching forward with slender fingers to pluck a strawberry from the porcelain bowl. Slowly, and quite expertly, he dipped it into the chocolate, letting it coat itself before pulling it back out and holding it out to you. Your wide, viridescent eyes peered down at the berry dripping in chocolate before you began to reach out a hand and take it from him. “Allow me,” he smiled and pulled his hand away before you could take it from him. Your face contorted in confusion before it seeped a deep red.

“W-what?” you squeaked, jumping back in your chair and taking a firm grasp on the lace table cloth.

“I’m going to feed you, Etsu-sama,” he reiterated, tilting his head in the suggestive way that he did sometimes. The heterochromatic hue of his eyes seared into your face like hot coals and you suddenly had a hard time resisting. “I can’t have your fingers getting dirty, can I? Your father would very upset with me and you might ruin your new dress.” He stared toward the tight bodice that graced your large-ish chest pointedly and you turned even redder, crossing your arms over your bust quickly.

“Stop it! If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll have you punished!”

“Hm?” he looked at you questioningly. “Forgive me, Etsu-sama, but I was just making a point…” Mukuro blinked again and the effect sent shivers down your spine. “It would be very good if you ate something,” he said again, hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the table you currently sat at. You watched warily and quite approvingly as he crossed his bare legs, barely hiding the small, black panties he was wearing by order of your father. It was like living with a nude model. The scantily clad man held the strawberry toward your lips, expression turning into one of great purpose and a sort of lusty determination. You choked on an intake of air.

“H-hey,” you muttered, leaning back a bit as his hand neared your face more so. “If my father saw this-“

“He doesn’t need to,” the maid cut in with a voice like rich velvet, tilting his head again. You blinked and opened your mouth to retort, but something sweet and thick was popped into your orifice before you could utter any words. You could taste the dark chocolate coat your tongue as you sat there dumbly, trying to fully comprehend what was happening. “Etsu-sama~,” Mukuro said in a sing-song tone, scooting closer to you on the table top until his rear was by your hands resting on the white lace cloth, “please eat.” His voice flowed like water and you felt your eyelids droop slightly. The male maid chuckled sickly sweet and pushed the strawberry farther into your mouth, prompting you to take it. Finally, you closed your lips around it, taking to chewing it with thought; your mind raced and you could feel the heat of his two-toned gaze in your skull, but you were a bit too afraid to look at him. The barely dressed Mukuro smiled cattily and dipped a slender finger into the bowl of warm chocolate, watching as it dripped lusciously back into the container from his finger tip. You swallowed the fruit and licked your lips free of sugary goodness, cheeks still burning with heat.

And before you could look him in those weird, red and blue eyes and order him to stop and get his ultra attractive butt off the table, you felt him press his fingers to your lips. For a moment you had an internal panic attack because his tips were wet, but slowly you realized that what you were feeling was actually chocolate. What that good or bad?

“Etsu-sama,” the sultry man purred innocently, twirling a long strand of his navy hair about a finger on the other hand, “did you like that? You can have more if you want…” He slipped his index finger past your lips, toying coyly with your tongue. You lit a-fire, freezing up at the presence of his digit in your mouth. The delicious taste of chocolate made your mouth water slightly and you began sucking on his finger, holding his hand at your mouth with your own. “Ah, Etsu-sama,” the man purred again, rolling his head about on his shoulders –

“Taste me all you want.”

про однострочники.

Такой вот милый мотиватор сделали на мою заявку на однострочниках.
Собственно, 7 текстов. Не ожидал, честно.
Но все понравились, авторы молодцы.
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Встречаю в последнее время много артов на фэм Бьякурана.
Разочарован.

Милашки.

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[Sir Liam]

Первая картинка - оффарт?)

[you want to sleep]

Такой вот милый мотиватор сделали на мою заявку на однострочниках.

Так сие тебе.. меня минут двадцать спрашивали отправлять ли драбл и мотиватор..x))"

[Byakuran Jesso]

[Rokudo Mukuro] Кусок с него, ага)
Mello desu x) боже xD хорошо, что автор отправил, да х)

[you want to sleep]

Byakuran Jesso, я передам x))

[Sir Liam]

Byakuran Jesso
А полная версия есть?)

[Byakuran Jesso]

[Rokudo Mukuro]
есть. вот:

[Sir Liam]

Byakuran Jesso
Домо аригато.3