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A drabble is a short story of precisely 100 words. no more, no less. Here are some which I've written for various challenges that I've encountered.

The Words: locker, knife, apple

Resident Evil 4 - Drabbles
By firewolf
January 2006
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The Apple Polishing Teacher's Pet
Okay, so the kid got him good during knife training. Krauser should have known that there was more to the apple polishing teacher's pet, especially since he got this far in the academy honestly with his cherry intact.

But that treasure belonged to Krauser now. Kennedy was still young and naive enough to be persuaded that a little locker room sex would make up for the injury; and did it ever! Krauser frankly hadn't expected to release a virtual sex kitten from under Kennedy's cool façade and damn was the kid hot enough to burn.

The scar was worth it.

An Apple for Teacher
After receiving various reports of Krauser's demise from Ada and from an Agency spy, Wesker had to admit being surprised to have the man march into his office carrying an old steel locker.

At Wesker's raised eyebrow, Krauser opened it to tumble out an unconscious, bound and mostly nude Leon Kennedy. Aside from the ropes which bound his arms, the erstwhile rescuer of the President's daughter only wore a bandage over a vicious knife wound across his chest.

Krauser shrugged nervously at Wesker's look. "Better than just an apple for teacher, isn't it?"

A feral grin spread over Wesker's face.

Midnight Shower Sex
Midnight shower sex. That was the price for the knife wound.

Leon would admit to having second thoughts when Krauser handcuffed him to the showerhead, but he didn't complain to being soaped and shampooed by the man's surprisingly gentle hands. The sex was apple scented and was as deliciously sharp and crisp like promised.

Krauser whispered in Leon's ear as he came down from his orgasm. "Ever pulled a train, kid?"

The sudden crash of numerous locker doors slamming in the adjacent room rang loud above the sound of running water. His attempt at protesting was muffled by a gag.

Night of Blind Ravishment
Krauser blindfolded him and Leon felt the unmistakable brush of a knife against his cheek as a whisper ghosted his ear. "I'm watching over you."

Surrounded by darkness and the fall of water drowned in the echoing ring of raucous cheers against the tiles, Leon squirmed and writhed, impaled upon a countless train of ravaging cocks. An eternity passed before his tormentors departed for the locker rooms and Krauser released his bindings.

Krauser gently washed and soothed Leon with his favourite apple scented soap. His whispered promise of another night of blind ravishment and pleasure made Leon shiver in anticipation.

Frilly Little Apron
A note in his locker led Jack to an idyllic cabin in the mountains. He found Kennedy in the kitchen beside an almost filled pie tin, shaving an apple with a knife.

The apron puzzled him; the lace seemed too frilly for-- It took two blinks for Jack to realise that Kennedy was wearing only an apron.

Leon hid a sly smile as he casually bent at the waist to place the pie in the oven. He figured they had enough time for some hot sex before dessert was ready. Unless Krauser preferred him with whipped cream instead, that is.

Locker Room Talk
Jack had long forgiven Leon for the knife scar during combat training, but their rabble rousing friends didn't believe him. It led to idle locker room talk, which led to the challenge in the courtyard. Sending a knife through an apple at 50 paces and counting. Winner called the price.

From the glint in his eyes, Jack knew what Leon wanted but it'd snow in hell before he'd let him have it. Jack Krauser was no man's bottom. When he won, Jack would make sure his lover never forgot it. He had some lovely new toys to introduce to Leon.

Thanks for reading.

firewolf