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Okay everyone else is doing this so I thought I might as well. I just hope no one will go blind. However I am unable to post any pics on this page itself (it won't let me for some reason) so please look at my newest photos in my album. one with me wearing a black shirt and another one with me with a teddy bear. Or go here. http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/album.php?albumid=115&attachmentid=9519 http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/album.php?albumid=115&attachmentid=9520

-cough- -cough-....Okay....I...finally decided to post a photo of myself..I know...I look terrible...but...>_

Kinda blurred the picture since it had alot of missing pixels... anyway, this is how i look like, and yeah -_- outgrowth XD. soz for my weirdness and uglyness. but i dont care .3. messing with my moms glasses XD and oh why god, why a duckface =-='' i actually don't really like them XD but they say its a duckface why i think its more a W mouth....

A very sexy photo :7yoyo10:

Chapter V Tumbling At The Top Of The Staircase Chapter rating: T, for language and one ass grope. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A.N.: I've had this one and the next chapter outlined for months. I hated them. I deleted everything and wrote it from scratch today. And it's been scientifically proven that I'll never be satisfied with it. I'm sick of not updating the story so I'm going to just dump this one here and move on ~ I've also finished drawing the complete cast of FIBWOWC with profiles and everything. It was pretty fun. Should I post the drawings (on LiveJournal) as the character start to appear or should I post everything at the end of the story? (: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sound of the door slamming shut announces their arrival, as Takaba handles the obnoxious object with a little more force than necessary, closing it behind him. He kicks his worn out sneakers off – Asami had brought him a pair from home and he wasted no time in throwing himself to the backseat of the limousine and trading the callous-inducing shoes for the athletic ones, his toes appreciating the gesture – not paying attention where they land, scrambling them without care; an unbecoming sight next to Asami's neatly organized pair of Italian shoes. - Click - A flickering flame appears at the top of a jet black zippo, scorching and imposing, very much like the owner of the hand that snaps it ablaze with graceful fingers. "It still amazes me, Akihito, how you are able to cooperate in an assignment for the police, behind my back – which is, in one way, indeed worthy of praise – and manage to get arrested for it." Smoky gray clouds rape the vitreous air around them, the only contaminating factor allowed in the ever immaculate space. White creamy walls serve as skin to the penthouse, while shiny wood rectangles serve as footwear. Takaba has thought about it before, but Asami's house – his house, their house – looks very much alive, most of the time. Especially with the stylish yet simple furnishing, it seems to fill up sparse divisions appropriately, without giving the impression of being too empty, nor looking like it'll overflow at any moment. Takaba particularly likes the picture frames decorating the hallway, and – huffing and swearing all the way through – mentally admits that: the perverted old man has a damn fine taste in Art. "Shut up. Spare me of your moralizing speech; I can see it coming when it's miles away from me and, right now, my nose is already stuffed with the stench of it." As an amused chuckle flies from between a cigarette-occupied mouth, lazy feet make their way across the room, the couch swallowing the weight, as Asami sits himself and props a sleeved-up arm on the back of it. "Why, children must be properly scolded, must they not? After all, it's the adults' duty to raise them up as good citizens." The amusement fucking glows in that sentence, and Takaba snaps. Throwing the keys half-assedly to the glass table supporting the phone, force enough to almost crack the surface at the contact, and dismissing the loud clunk that resonates from such, he strides in a straight path from the hall to the living room. Stomping the breaks and screeching centimeters away from his lover, Takaba forces himself not to clench his fists, in an attempt to disguise exactly how much the older man's mere words can rill him up to murdering degree. He somehow manages to do so, and praising himself at the bit of control he is finally able to maintain after all this time in front of the other, he all but lets a light-hearted laugh slip. "I've told you before; don't make it sound like you're my dad or something. That's disgusting, you know? Even for you." Takaba lets himself snicker now, at his own wording; the spur of anger dispersing as quickly as it came. "Not only the innate capacity for general bad behavior but your manners and language keep on regressing every day. It sounds to me like you're in need of punishment – again. Ah, I know. You seem so keen on always remembering me I'm not your father, Akihito, could it be that you have a complex? What do you want me to do? Shall we explore that secret incest fetish of yours? Say the word, and I'll make you happy." And just like that, a sword-cutting instance of time is all it takes for all the control and pride to shatter to pieces. "Baka! Hentai!(*) You're the one with the fetishes! What kind of shit are you saying?" Cheeks reddened with fury and shame, arms flailing up and down and eyes wide open in disbelief, Takaba rants on. "No, seriously, where the hell do you come from with all that stuff? Jeez!" The only response he gets is a low chuckling sound, as the yakuza lifts himself from laying on the couch to reach for the coffee table, stubbing the cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray set on its center. Reclining back down, Asami unfastens his tie, then takes his time on the first buttons of his white shirt, which starts parting as he goes and giving way to the view of his toned chest. As he looks up, hazel eyes are fixed on the newly discovered lick-worthy skin, propelling an overbearing grin out of him. Taking notice of his uncontrolled drooling face, Takaba blinks once, twice and looks away – not that there's any use in doing it by now, because after all: Asami can read me like I'm one of his damned filthy reports; or so his two currently functioning neurons keep on remembering him in a mumble – but it's more the force of the habit than anything else. He also barely blushes anymore – except when they are in the middle of… exercising, and it's just because it makes his heart beat so fast it'll jump out of his thoracic box, and his breathing so harsh he thinks he's going to pass out from oxygen deprivation – as opposite to the old days when he'd erupt in flames at the sight of the other. He gets plenty flustered alright, there's no way to prevent his reactions any more than that, for the constant fight to contain the excessive blush takes most of his efforts. Regularly. On a daily basis. Takaba would say that the desire is still the same, but that would be wrong. The truth is that, as the years went by, the want and need only intensified – as if it wasn't already enough for him to go bat-shit-insane in the past. So he muses that it's actually pretty great that he can get a hold of himself much better now, or he wouldn't be able to live with Asami, to be so damn close to Asami, without exploding in some sort of way. Besides, he isn't innocent anymore; sure, he continues to be a naïve, honest – aside from when his feelings are concerned – brat-slash-adult in training that fights for his beliefs, stalks and brings down crime lords – despite lov- pardon, living with the most powerful and dangerous of them all – and keeps on saying that someday, it'll be him that will support said crime lord. Yup, innocence forever lost. And don't get me started on the issue of my (in)sanity… Turning his head back in the dark haired man's direction, Takaba confronts eyes than could melt the Sun, and he can feel himself wielding to their power, wanting nothing but to drown in them and their honey-colored, smoldering lava. Yet, he isn't called an obstinate brat without basis – because really, when does Asami say, or do, whatever it is without grounds to it? – thus he 'breaks the cutie', so to say, and does one of the things, aside from photography, he's an expert at: bristling at Asami. Taking in a portion of air and releasing a sigh in sequence, he pierces Asami with his own feral glare… and starts whining. "Mou ii, that's enough. I'm gonna go make some food, 'm starving. 'Cause as you should – and fucking deserve – and yet, unfortunately, don't seem to know: the meals given to you in jail are what you may call… 'inedible' in your polite speech. I prefer to call it 'dog shit'. Now go clean up your gun or something and leave me the hell alone for a while or I swear – I'll poison your damn food!" Takaba starts walking away, and as he's at a foot's distance from being out of the room, he pivots back just so, side-glancing at the seated mafia boss with a hint of a smirk of his own right. "And I won't make a mistake a third time, you hear me, Asami?" A pleasantly entertained snort in answer. As if you'd actually waste an ounce of your treasured fixer on such a barbaric act. Brat. The television lights up on the news channel and, as Takaba steps along the hall to the bedroom, another Dunhill is lit. Jacket stripped and hanged, Takaba gives up on changing clothes entirely in order to appease his growling stomach first. On the way to the kitchen, a blinking light catches his eyes and a photographer's finger presses the button of the telephone answering device like he would the button of a camera. - Beep - "Akihito, it's mother. Father and I are coming to Tokyo tomorrow and coming by. We should be there by noon. Say hi to Ryuuichi. Mom loves you. See you tomorrow." - Beep - "And we were just trading opinions on your father-complex, too. Such a coincidence, don't you think? Akihito." "…" The door of the fridge is opened again and the ramen cup captured just a minute ago returns to its rightful place. The glass of the window would almost be happy to crack when Takaba's raging growl comes spurting out loud. "Asamiii… why the hell didn't you listen to the voice mail yesterday?" Cool like an ice cube, the unaffected response propagates from the living room to the kitchen. "Don't blame me, I did not come back home last night. Stayed at the office. Just passed by in the morning to take a shower and change clothes before leaving to pick up someone from behind bars." "Well, thank you very much for taking 5 minutes of your precious time to do that! And it was your fault that you let me be taken in in the first place! And if you were oh so thoughtful to get my tennis you could have checked the messages, naa?" "A waste of effort, really. If the issue happens to be terribly important the caller will phone again later. And shouldn't you be wasting your time on something else than dropping the fault upon me – as per usual; something like having lunch done? You know how your father is when he's hungry; you're just like him, after all." A glance at the clock hanging on the wall – tic-tacking loudly just to piss him off. 12:27 PM… shit. "Aaargh! You guys drive me crazy! Please tell me we have groceries!" An apron is pulled up and tied around. "Kirishima stocked up yesterday." "…I love that man." Open the cupboard, take out the rice package; pan on the stove, drip some oil on it; take out the vegetables, knife on hand. - Chop, chop, chop - Takaba's housewifing skills warm up and do their thing. …until a pair of warm hands appear at Takaba's waist. Fingers molding the skin through the fabric of the shirt, attempting to free it from the confines of the dress pants. "You really do look good in a suit; I've told you quite a handful of times before. You should wear them more often. The apron gives it a fresh feeling, too." Seducing bastard. Takaba wriggles a bit but Asami's hold on him doesn't falter. "Nn, stop it! Would you stop trying to feel me up when I'm cooking?" - Ding, dong - "See? They're here! Now go get the door, please." Takaba's teeth gritting and forming unhappy sparks as his voice rasps the last word. Asami's hand slowly caresses the blonde's left butt cheek – which gains him a mule kick that he skillfully dodges. Amused, he steps back from the kitchen and approaches the front door. The handle is forced down and, as the door opens, two people come into view. "Ryuuichi!" Asami's lips brush a kiss to the back of the lady's hand. "Ara my, always the charming gentleman." A kiss to his cheek in reply and her long, blonde hair waves with the movement. "It's ever the pleasure to see you, too, Sora." "Ryuuichi." "Kensei." Familiar hazel, but more mature, glass-protected irises on raw, amber ones. A slight bow forward by the two men. A hand shake follows. "How are you?" Smiling brightly, the Takabas' family head starts enthusiastically. "Everything's fine. I had to come to the city for some work and she insisted – read blackmailed me – in coming together and visiting the two of you." And, while the enthusiasm does not wither, by the end of the declaration the joviality gives way to seriousness. "Listen, Ryuuichi, I had to cover an important event a few weeks ago and I caught wind of something that might be of your interest." The arch of a fine eyebrow. "Oh?" By now they've long traversed the entrance and are getting their backsides acquainted with the softness of the sofa. "Ryuuichi, dear, you're more and more handsome every time I put my eyes on you." "You flatter me." Eyes like a dead-fish, watching the show and, apparently, not enjoying it, one Takaba Akihito makes himself known. "Oi… when you stop fawning over the bastard over there, take a look over here. It's me, Akihito, your son; remember me?" Gracing the air with her fluttery laugh, the only female present leaves her seat, takes a couple of steps forward and touches her palm to Takaba's face. "Don't be like that, sweetie, we just saw you the other day." A mouth falls open in incredulity. "You saw us both on the same day! Ugh, why do I even— it's always the same thing every damn time…" - Mumble, mumble, grumble - "…whatever… Hey, dad. And mom, help me set the table, 'kay?" "Of course, dear." Following behind the feisty young man, with an indulging tone and motherly smile dressing her expression and she knows her child can't exactly stay mad. Sora snaps her head around, though, and her intonation changes quite drastically for a moment. "And the two of you, don't drown yourselves in nicotine and alcohol before eating." "Yes, yes." Dismissing his wife's impetuous remark with the flick of his hand, the older photographer shares a conspiratorial smirk with his fellow addict. "One yes is fine!" - "I still can't believe my eyes. How could you have cut your beautiful hair just like that?" "It was a hindrance. I simply got rid of it. I was hoping I had also gotten rid of some other rather big and yellow hindrance as well, but I see I am not allowed such luck." "You hurt my feelings, beautiful dragon. And I came here to say my goodbyes, too." "At last. I was starting to think you were planning on living here. Taking into account you actually brought me profitable business this time, I'll let you get away with it. Have in mind, though, just because I've done it twice now it does not mean we'll have a third repeat." "I'll save your words like a treasure. Well then, I'll be hoping to see you again soon." "Don't expect the same feeling from my part." A reluctant pause. "…by the way, Arbatov…" "Yes?" "I've meant to ask before – but your always present idiocy tends to make my focus go astray – wasn't it your costume to parade that right-hand of yours by your side at all times? Since he's long gone… could it be that you haven't replaced him yet?" Mikhail sounds truly surprised at the question and has a sudden air around him that screams: what the hell are you talking about, doll face? ; and the dark haired man shudders at the prospect of being referred to by such a disgusting nickname. "Long gone…?" Then it all seems to finally dawn on him, because Mikhail unleashes a wry laugh and it sounds playful, even with a hint of resentment, when he talks again. "I forgot; you couldn't have known… The lucky old man didn't kick the bucket, after all. Truth be told, I didn't know myself until a couple of years ago." Albeit intrigued, the Chinese can't help but regret having fallen for his own curiosity, for it had been just the perfect excuse for the blonde to turn around and happily join him on the table, to share the story and the drinks. Mikhail wouldn't stop yapping anytime soon now, for sure, so Fei Long thinks he might as well throw down the alcohol down his throat in one go – for he had, with headstrong willfulness, trained his previously terrible alcoholic resistance in the last few years – and listen to Russian-coated-Japanese be spoken from between the other man's lips. - The dark brown liquid on the cup, cradled by elegant, feminine hands, is slurped as quietly as possible. "…Akihito, how are Mei and Takato faring lately? They have called but the Kamiyas—" "Indirectly begged you to check up on them. With me." A smile. "They're getting along fine… well, as much as they can, I guess. Actually I haven't been with Takato in a week or so but he told me they had an appointment with the OBG for soon…ish? So… but I don't know if they went already or not." "I see. They haven't been to Yokohama lately, ever since it happened, so her parents were getting worried…" "Yeah, I can understand their preoccupation. Though, I don't think there's much to worry over. And there isn't anything they can do for them, really. Besides, I know them, they're strong so they won't lose their drive for long." "You think they'll try again?" Takaba's look is confident. "I'm sure of it. I bet they're only waiting for the doctor's go-ahead." "Oh, that is good to hear, then." Coming back from taking a call in his study room, a hundred and eighty-five centimeters of coiled power re-joins them. His attention is on the heterosexual couple in the room. "My apologies, but I'm required in the office. I shall take my leave. I trust I'll see you both soon?" "Of course, dear, don't delay yourself on our behalf." Sora's smile talks for herself, as her chin rests on both her hands. Kensei completes the answer. "We'll be here for Akihito's birthday, if not any sooner. Take care, Ryuuichi." "Likewise." "Hey, if you're coming home late I'm not waiting for you to eat!" "Akihito, what poor manners, was this how I educated you?" "I've been trying without success to… re-train him but he's much too stubborn. I'll be early..." Slow smirk ascending the line that separates a pair of malefic lips. "…in the morning. Behave and be a good boy." Asami closes the door swiftly, timing it perfectly to avoid the couch pillow that comes flying in his direction like an arrow. "You ass!" - Fu, fu – "The two of you are always so entertaining. It's a joy to watch." "I couldn't agree more." "I'm shining with happiness knowing that you have fun observing me being mentally stepped upon." "Don't be so resentful, sweetie. Mother will do the dishes for you so forgive me?" "Come, Akihito, I have new albums to show you." "Great! I'll go get mine!" And I'm gonna get what you talked with Asami about out of you, old man. Sora hums merrily as her soapy hands sponge the remains of lunch off of the dishware as two easily distracted hazel eyed men chat passionately about photography on the comfort of the living room. - The way Mikhail had narrated the full story, not short of details that did not in actual fact have any persistence, was… exquisite. Fei Long was sure that, if not having practiced it for hours until it had been perfected to the utmost, then he had been damned dying to tell the tale to someone, anyone. After the long and, quite frankly, unwanted – for the most part – conversation, he let his emerald green changshan wipe the inexistent dust of the ground as he, not bothering with politeness, ushered the hopeless flirt out of his property with unrelenting finality. Now, stilling his gaze on the Japanese man who had been by his side during the whole of the occurrence, he waits for the request that will certainly come out in a second. "Fei Long-sam—" "You have my permission. Do as you like." The tight line suppressed a smile and he bowed deeply in reverence and gratitude. "You… admire him, don't you? And respect him. Still." The answer is prompt, unhesitant. "Always." A contemplative look; a heartfelt chuckle; a nod in dismissal. The suited man takes his leave with unspoken words of: thank you… for understanding; for knowing that with this, it doesn't mean my loyalty doesn't belong to you solely; for trusting me again, after everything. The door is closed gently and the wind makes the red cloth attached to it flutter lightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Red strokes across a young man's head, much like bloody flames. It's just Kurosaki's hair, though. Hard to believe it's natural. "I swear 'Shima-san, the man doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, same routine day after day after day…" Accounting. Kirishima's favorite main dish. Having its taste utterly destroyed by the red head's ranting. It's nothing unexpected, these days, but today… today is accounting day. Redirecting his glass-vision from foolish scarlet to blinding white, Asami Ryuuichi's first assistant pushes the youngster's existence to the bottom of the well and his disinterested voice cuts through the small distance between them. "For the thousandth time, it's Kirishima. Kurosaki, Asami-sama does not pay you a salary for you to complain. If you don't mind throwing your life away for him, I'm more than certain you are able to do such a simple thing as this without making noise." Like a spoiled toddler who doesn't get want he wants when he wants it, Kurosaki presses a bit more. "This and that are different matters! That Miller guy is— he's most likely just some distressed ossan who went through some nasty times in his life and just wants to settle down and enjoy the rest of his days peacefully. He does nothing but take walks sightseeing, go the doctor – and by the frequency in which he does it, it must be quite the sickness – and shop for food." Were the kid not extremely good and skilled at what he does – steady hands; nearly perfect aim; equivalent to master-ranking in Capoeira; quick-thinking – his personality would have already been the end of him. Getting serious only during life-or-death situations isn't a bad trait but there's a limit to being annoying and whiny. Kirishima sighs and takes a moment to convince himself that it is not his fault that his apprentice turned out like this. But then thinks back because it is his merit that Red is such a well-trained employee. …it's a draw, then. "…such a poetic thing to say. Now, that you've released some bottled up stress, buck up and go do your job. Slacking off isn't like you." Crossing his toned arms behind his head, Kurosaki grins and sing-songs. "Yeees, sir ~" And yet, his serious eyes betray the light-heartedness of the indulgence to his superior. - Takaba's body feels sore and tired. He arrives at home, fills the bathtub with scalding water and all but dives inside after hurriedly taking off his clothes, leaving them scattered on the light blue tiled floor. The temperature coaxes his muscles into a relaxed state. "Aaa, Suoh-san, my revenge will be terrifying! I'm gonna topple you to the ground and make you beg for mercy!" A fist to the air in a 'GO! FIGHT!' gesture, the impact causing water to splash everywhere. Exhaling and calming himself, he lies back down and re-watched his day's on the screen of his mind: Having forgotten it was gun target practice today instead of sparring session, Takaba woke up feeling all pumped up with the knowledge that he'd have his turn in making the bleach haired bodyguard pay for having him sleep in the freezing cubicle of the prison cell. Tough luck of his, he was dragged by Oonishi – bearded, silent, butler-type employee part of Suoh's security unit – with one leg of his workout pants yet to dress, to the indoors area of Asami's personal shooting range and trusted with a .45 ACP semi-automatic, soon left to his own devices. Flabbergasted, Takaba blamed his bad memory and equally bad schedule organizing skills and his neck cracked as he stretched the residual laziness away. Nothing else to it… Ear protection on, the photographer cocked his gun and schemed Suoh's demise with each succinct bullet that he proudly – after some years of hard work and extreme effort – usually puts in the two circles closest to the center of the target, utmost center circle inclusive. A mere three hours into the afternoon, the illumination is clear from the outside through the blinds of the window in the kitchen. The can of soda finds itself being forcefully dropped in the bin after being emptied of beverage. Takaba gives up on the idea of developing some films on the dark room and, all drowsy, hair still dripping from the hot bath, stumbles dead-like onto the bed and quickly falls into a deep slumber. - A single uncovered eye twinkles in mirth; gloved hands crumpling the prescription for a second before realization kicks in and those same hands pull the sheet of paper back to its original form. Leaving the clinic and limping his way down the road to the nearest pharmacy, the middle-aged man re-arranges the hair covering his right eye, slightly out of place due to the brief, harsh breeze that whispers by. The leaves on the trees noisily mesh with the wind and the man's sinister quarter of a smile is hidden by said trees' their shadows as the sunset closes in. "It's almost time." - A buzzing sound disturbs the quietude. Asami gets up from the bed, which creaks from the loss of weight above it, and naked feet stride gracefully across the room. The sun is barely coming into view now, Asami notices as he passes by the open curtains that decorate the door to the veranda. The sound feels nearer now, emanating from the small object on the top of the coffee table. Asami grabs his blackberry and looks at the bright screen with squinty eyes. | Yoh calling | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (*) I love it when Takaba calls Asami that on the Drama CD, his tone is hilarious and given the context… it gets me every time. (':

Hello all, I just saw this, and wanted to share it with every one eals but I didn't know where eals to post it so I guess here is fine! so to make something from this why don't every one post the most touching photo he ever seen ?

This poem was written basis on manga 'Castles Mango'... The background was from ch 6 cover of 'Castles Mango' from the magazine... There was some misunderstanding between two main characters... The boy did wan't to fall in love the man but somehow he start have feeling for him... But, man start to make a distance between them... I write this basis on boy's feeling... Well, it's been a while I write so this isn't good... But, I hope you enjoy... lease the picture... ^^;;

Andrew S.O.S.

Quite right!

Alternative Titles: Junjou; Pure Heart; 純情; Partners Country: Japan Subtitles: English Released: 04 Sep, 2010 Duration: 78 minutes Director: Satoshi Kaneda Cast: Tochihara Rakuto (Tozaki Keisuke) Takahashi Yuuta (Kurata Shousei) Summary: Tozaki, a writer coincidentally meets the former classmate whom he had his first crush on, Kurata. After an evening of drinking together, Tozaki admits that he used to be attracted to Kurata. Watch Junjou Pure Heart Online: Junjou [Pure Heart] Download Junjou Pure Heart: Sendspace DepositFiles ~English translation by YaoiOtaku~ Translator: Saga Raw: Midori Timing & encoding: Key For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Original name: ねじの回転 Manga ALT. names: The Turn of the Screw, Neji no Kaiten Original run: 2000 Description: Ryu is sleeping with his college professor, but doesn't feel loved, so he decides to kidnap his professor's son, Hayato, out of revenge. As it turns out, Hayato's relationship with his father is not very good, so he winds up living with Ryu. The doujinshi called "Nezi no Kaiten - EX", (done by the mangaka) begins when they start living together. It was released inside the book -6mm no Taboo. Manga-type: Manga Series Written by: Sadahiro Mika Drawn by: Sadahiro Mika Published by: Magazine Magazine Group(s) Scanlating: Nakama Status: Completed Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Drama, Mature, Romance, Smut, Yaoi Categories: Seke, Age-gap, Drama, Rape, Teacher – Student, Incest Main Characters: Ryu, Hayato Adaptations available: N/A Recommendations: Foreskin Boys, Haito Diamond, Shinu hodo Suki, Usotsuki wa Shinshi no Hajimari, -6mm no Taboo Read Neji no Kaiten Online Neji no Kaiten Download Neji no Kaiten Manga DOWNLOAD For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Title: Kyouken Breeder Author : Kusumoto Hiroki Genre : Drama,Yaoi Summary Plot : 1) Atelier Art student Ritsu takes on Tagami, a teacher with a bad attitude. 2) Mad Dog Breeder Kusugawa wants to discover what his coworker Oka means when he says he get “desperate” when he drinks. 3) Longing for the House Guest Haruka and Jun are roommates and novelists. After Jun’s sloppy housekeeping causes Haruka to injure his hands, guilty Jun needs to help Haruka any way he can. 4) White Snow, Black Wings Ex-prostitute Mizuki and mafia assassin Katsuhiko are on the run from their former bosses, but Katsuhiko is sick. 5) Milk A young man has a guy who wanders in and out of his life like a cat. 6) Twilight Amusement Park Teacher is dating his student, Yoshii, who wants to quit school and work in an amusement park, but Yoshii’s family wants him to study abroad. 7) Haruhi His young patient dying of a mysterious illness, a doctor takes him on a trip to the sea. Download Kyouken Breeder Manga: New Download Link For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Title: Back Stage! Authors: Eiki Eiki and Zaou Taishi Scanlators: September Scanlations Summary: Back story of Love Stage!! Rei and Izumi's brother Shougo's love scenes! Download links: Chapter 1: Mediafire: http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?w5khh64vxmc0v97 Chapter 2: Mediafire: http://www.mediafire.com/?1js2jajqqje28id

@ Yojichan, Hizaki, BloodySadist and Ueda_Angel All 4 of you look so pretty! *__* So many good looking people here on the forum!

Yuki, my sweet. You are lovely. You do not look terrible. Megane-chans UNITE! @Tat-chan: haha! you posted! and you just said we'd all go blind if you did. *pinch* you look great. looking at your pics made me imagine what character i'd like to see you cosplay as.

Singing under the rain, tears mixed with the rain drops, wetting your pale skin. Looking back again, searching for a light in the dark tunnel. This so dark tunnel, that you were afraid to be in. Asking yourself why the things became like that, searching for the answer only in yourself, saying that he didn't even know, how painful it was for you, to hide your true feelings just because of your friendship with this guy.. Freezing your heart, hoping that this time, it will be forever. Pressing the pain deep inside. Promising to yourself that, you won't fall in love from now on. Falling in the puddle for a last time. The same puddle with dirty water,yeah. But then getting up like everything is okay, looking at the blue sky which is the only thing, that still remind you what is to be alive. The rain is washing the pain, with the pain and the hurtful memories. Your heart starts to beat normal,ne? Now dancing under this wonderful sky, happy to feel free from the cage, the cage where your heart was forced to be. The cage that stopped your breath. This cage that is already away, together with the pain.

This one And this one got me the most.

and I'd like to add this one as well ^^

M-m-m-motto... more... more!!! *___________________________________________________________* x Steals pictures of a doujinshi x Okay thats enough x dies of bloodnose x

Original name: Hard Core Heart Manga ALT. names: Hardcore Heart, ハードコアハート Author: Yoshihara Yuuka Original run: 2004 Description: "I wonder… if I’ve become lecherous." High school student Hiroki yearns for his best friend (Yuuji) father, Seiji. He has tried many approaches, but has only managed brief exchanges. Yuuji told the depressed Hiroki “I’ve fallen in love with you…Why don’t you forget about my father!” However, Hiroki bravely began the process of captivating Seiji. Before long, the aimless lover is being loved, Hiroki’s body being ravished… In the shocking three part series, Idol Unit “Boku-chan’s*” series. Drawn for this special release, a tank-full of even more love, debauchery, and worthwhile reading collected in this omnibus!! Manga-type: Manga Published by: Ookura Shuppan Group(s) Scanlating: Blissful Sin Status: Complete Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Adult, Smut, Yaoi Categories: Age Gap, BDSM, Incest, Love Triangle, Jealous Lover Main Characters: Hiroki, Yuuji's, Seiji Adaptations available: N/A Recommendations: Mob for Jack, Kimochi no Yukue (MEIJI Kanako) Read Hard Core Heart Online Hard Core Heart Download Hard Core Beat Manga: Hard Core Heart For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Original name: Hanon Manga ALT. names: N/A Original run: 1999 Description: Kousaka-sensei is a strict piano teacher who instructs by using the Hanon method. Tsukishima Shou is one of his students who does not want to be his student anymore. His older brother, Ryou, is dropping him off and also wants to see if the teacher might not be so strict with his brother. In the heat of an argument between Ryou and Kousaka, Shou brags to Kousaka about how much better Ryou is then Kousaka.Shocking Kousaka to the core he has finally met the person he thought he would never see again. Manga-type: Manga Written by: Yamato Nase Drawn by: Yamato Nase Published by: Jitsugyou no Nihonsha Group(s) Scanlating: Obsession Status: 1 Volume (Complete) Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Drama, School Life Categories: Shota, Teacher-Student Main Characters: Kousaka, Tsukishima Shou, Ryou Adaptations available: N/A Recommendations: REAL (ANAN Yukako), Kimi ga Nozomeba Ano Hoshi Saemo, Daikirai na Aitsu! •°Download Hanon Manga°• Mediafire For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Title: Just Friends? (친구 사이?) CHINGU SAI? Country: South Korea Synopsis: Min-soo is on leave from the military and visits his boyfriend Seok-yi. While having fun out on the town, they run into Min-soo mother! When the Min-soo's mother asks about their relationship, Min-soo replies "... just friends." Watch Just Friends? BL Movie Online: Just Friends? Download Just Friends? BL Movie: Megaupload (Raw) Mediafire Links (English Subbed, flv format, but the quality is quite good) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

After School In The Teacher's Lounge OVA Alternative title: Houkago no Shokuinshitsu (Japanese) 放課後の職員室 (Japanese) Genres: drama, romance Type: OVA Themes: yaoi Objectionable content: Intense (graphic depictions of sex, drug use, or bloodshed) Running time: Half hour per episode Number of episodes: 2 Ending Theme: "Half" by Mike Potter Format: AVI File Size: 193-195 MB Plot Summery:Basically a romance between two high school teachers - Kawase Mitsuro and Kazama Toshiaki. Complicated by Mitsuro's hesitation to accept Toshiaki's very open declaration of love. Slightly complicated by a bit of jealousy on the part of Mitsuro's younger brother Hitoshi. Download After School in The Teacher's Lounge: OVA 1 OVA 2 Watch After School In The Teacher's Lounge 1-2 Online (HD Quality): After School In The Teacher's Lounge OVAs 1-2 Online For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Summary: While Asami sits back and takes an almost gentler-ish approach at silently manipulating Takaba's mind, the latter decides to get out of his own butt, make some decisions and act on them for once. Status: Completed Warnings: un-romance (as usual for these two), slice-of-life (?), mentions of past violence, (not) angst, explicit sex, sprinkles of my f-cked-up sense of humor and brackets abuse. Author notes: Timeline: Post-Hong Kong; around the beginning and then middle of Escape & Love - Volume 6 (before they start living together). Pairing: Asami/Takaba Rating: M (NC-17, R-18 or whatever), for language and explicit sexual content Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its contents are property of Yamane Ayano. A.N.: I have the next few chapters of FIBWOWC written but I'm not (very) happy with them, so I'm modifying little details here and there still. (A certain day, a few days ago,) I decided to vent my frustration and 'this' was thus born. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Open Your Eyes (Oneshot) The morning after is and has always been a delicate topic, at least in Takaba's presence. Asami knows better than to rill the photographer up when he's absolutely sure he won't gain anything with it, that he won't reap any benefits aside from the sure tinge of amusement, so he usually leaves it up to the other what occurs (or what does not) in the mornings they wake up together in the same bed.Ever since it first happened – waking up together, both still in bed, when normally one of them is long gone as soon as the afterglow of the last orgasm wears off – at New Year's the year before, after Asami picked him up dead drunk and proceeded to make a mess out of him all night (*), Takaba had a panic attack so big when he woke up and took in what had taken place that even Asami's sleepy eyebrow rose a little in surprise. From then on, the yakuza made a mental note of not pushing it. Takaba is already hot-headed enough during the day (and curse-spiting at night) but he goes to new heights when he wakes up; his bad temper tends to explode at the minimal spark of teasing and… let's say Asami doesn't appreciate having a well-aimed foot practicing soccer with his equipment when the purpose is to incapacitate him, and he's still getting used to (even if he feels a sense of pride and receives a good dose of pleasant feelings in his gut he doesn't quite care to explain) in having his nude photographs together with stuffed toys made into Takaba's cell and laptop's wallpapers. Takaba got better after the Hong Kong trial. (They had fucked on the boat like two starving beasts; it had been Takaba's awakening after the lengthy nightmare. It was the very first time he bled when they had sex. He had bled with Fei Long, both the first and second times he was raped by him. Takaba remembers that even on the first time Asami had raped him as punishment only on their second time meeting each other, he hadn't made him bleed. It had hurt, hurt so much he thought he'd die, and then he shamefully remembers of how much he had enjoyed it even through all the pain. He was drugged, and lubed, and prepared – though not prepared enough for Asami's member – and he was undeniably aroused. It hurt and felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. And it was intense and rough and it made him high on the feeling; even above and beyond the effects of the damn aphrodisiac he was made to sniff he could fucking feel it. It pooled up, and he couldn't breathe and it felt good, so good. And then he couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back. And he came. Hard. He remembers opening Asami's shirt and taking in the sight of his bullet wound, his strong torso bandaged and bloody. He remembers the soft kiss as he felt water wetting down his face. And god, he remembers the passionate kiss that followed, with tongue and lips and saliva and Asami's taste. He had longed for it, whenever he jerked off, whenever he was fucked against his will. He could never forget it, and now he was tasting it again. It wasn't anywhere near enough. When he felt Asami's length pulsing hot against him even through the fabric of their trousers, he shivered with want; and when Asami palmed Takaba's erection and let it free, the physically-bruised and psychologically-spent blonde let go of inhibitions and asked for it, admitted openly he wanted the older man. He didn't care they had nothing at hand, that the only preparation he got was Asami's fingers barely coated in spit (his own or Asami's he doesn't quite remember, maybe both) and he didn't care that Asami's cock went in dry. It hurt. More than their first time. And it felt even better. Takaba hugged him and clung to him and grabbed his hair with unaware possession and they shared kisses and glances and Takaba passed out after climaxing twice, satisfied with the whisper of his name Asami let escape after his release. Then they had fucked on the plane. Takaba has no memories of the view from high above in spite of (or due to the fact of) being face-pushed into the window the whole of the trip; jeans down to his knees. Asami's tongue drawing wet lines down his spine; Asami's long, elegant, manly fingers wrapped around his penis; Asami's long, tick, smooth length buried to the hilt inside his body, pushing and pulsing and sending him over the edge. And then they did it on that god forsaken island almost as many times as they had until then in all the time they had known each other. Takaba felt drained and dead and didn't feel bad at all for exaggerating because seriously, his ass' one eye couldn't even look at a chair anymore. The first time, he melted (the heat of the weather and the warmth of Asami's body was a volcanic combination); Asami got him used to it so much, so well, took so much damn time on the preliminaries Takaba didn't think he'd survive when he finally put it in. It always feels good, Asami always makes it good, even when it hurts; so when the pain is nothing but a slight pressure or none at all it's too much to take. It cracked him. Every time the nightmares left him a bit shaken Asami was there to make him forget and drown him in pleasure. And when his backside was on its limit, Asami would touch him, and lick him, and please him and only give, instead of taking. And it broke him. The strangulation had been what had traumatized him the most, it seemed, so Asami re-wrote the entire chapter and left his signature at the end. Asami had brought it up again and again – that Takaba was his – and had grasped his neck firmly, his grip unfaltering and secure and Takaba relented, feeling safe, feeling his feet on the ground, feeling the reality of it all; and admitted that it was fine if it was him, only him. Asami took him, restricting his breathing, roughly, and Takaba accepted everything Asami gave him greedily. He came convulsing, almost seizuring with the pleasure. And when he wantonly asked for more, Asami indulged him with a pleased half-smile on his face.) After they came back to Japan, it both would and wouldn't come back to how it was before. Yes, they would continue their games – Takaba would run, Asami would catch him; the cycle would keep on going. But now Takaba was starting to gather his thoughts, to understand what he wanted – and he wanted Asami. And for that, in order to have a chance of achieving that: he would have to get a hold of himself and work hard. Easier said than done. So yeah, things really had pretty much came back to what they were before all hell broke loose; Asami working, Takaba working, occasionally they would come across each other on the street when Takaba was running from something, someone, and Asami would give him a ride. Mr. Tall, Dark And Sadist would pay him a visit whenever he took photos of something he shouldn't and would do his self-proclaimed version of a good deed: confiscate & punish. In other words, more of their catch-and-run unspoken deal. More like fuck and run. As in casually sleeping together. For months. A year. Or more. Fuck buddies. Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick. Oh and yeah, today is one of those days. Or rather, this morning is one of those mornings. Ugh, 'the hell happened, I feel like my head's gonna explode... Guh— ...shit. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Realization knocks at the door with bothersome persistence. Again. It happened again. …Why? Oh god... I have to get out of here fast... Takaba makes to sit up and leave the bed. As he shifts his position, a throbbing pain lights up from the bottom end of his spine and shoots up in a flash. Managing to stifle a gasp, he lets a hand travel to his back to try and appease the pain, without success. Baaastard—! Thanks to you I have not only a freaking hang-over but my ass feels like it's on fire! The morning usually started with a bifurcation; either Asami woke up first, or Takaba did. The Asami-pattern is simple and methodical, never strays from the norm. Silently, he would disentangle his arm from under Takaba's head and, before making his way to the shower, allow himself to ruffle dirty-blonde locks with startling gentleness. The start being an unspoken ritual, the conclusion would always depend on the 'road' Takaba chooses for the day. The Takaba-pattern is more complex, as he tends to rationalize everything that needs not be. Panic would greet him, in small or large helpings for the day in question, usually proportional to the extent of alcohol consumed in the previous night (or lack thereof), the intensity and duration of their 'recreational activities' (that was evaluated by the residual soreness concentrated on his lower regions) and – and this one Takaba seems to take into account just for the hell of it (not because he secretly enjoys dry-licking Asami all over with just the power of his stare) – the level of smugness displayed on Asami's sleeping expression. Threatening to vomit all over his own thoughts, too logical for his person at such an early hour of the day, Takaba carefully props himself out of the bed (no matter where they ended up doing their thing, Asami never failed to carry him to the comfort of the soft mattress), all the while praying to someone 'upstairs' (never to 'whoever' listened because really, he doesn't need any more devils with him in the room) that Asami would have mercy on him and continued to pretend to be asleep until he dragged his limping behind out of the penthouse. Wet sensation runs down his tighs, making him flush in memory of how such fluids made its way inside of him. Takaba turns his eyes away from the bathroom door and cruelly rejects the shower with silent treatment. Breath stalled, he moves the fastest he can, struggling to pull his jeans up his legs, trying to stand up without falling and standing guard with one eye never leaving his bed partner. After the easy part – and Takaba chuckles humorlessly at that – comes the real test. Allowing himself to indulge in a final touch would carry a tremendous risk, the percentage of his efforts until that exact moment would all go to waste and he would certainly regret his actions and torment himself for days on end for being such an insufferable idiot. So most days he fought back the urge, a longing gaze rooming the other's sleeping (or not) form for a single moment. The door would shut behind him. And then, against the other side of the object separating him from his desire, Takaba would take a deep breath and, not completely content (as he thinks he should be), congratulates himself for his momentarily pang of good judgment; and would take one step further away from the building, starting his day. Only today is one of the days he really doesn't want to step away immediately; not really. Sneakers just finished being tied are discarded with the ankle of each opposite foot, respectively. Like most days, the door shuts behind him; but this time, he stays inside. The distance between Takaba and the bed diminishes and anticipation curls tightly around his middle. Just one touch. A single touch and I'm good to go. Mental preparation; an attempt to will himself to strengthen his own resolve and stick to it. Scrapped blue-cladded knees meet the coolness of the floor. A hand for support. Takaba leans down and shudders at the warm breath against his face. They are close, so close it burns and they aren't even skin on skin yet. Takaba wonders how he is even able to take it – his touch – without blasting into instant combustion. Deciding he needs to recall that 'how', his lips brush lightly against Asami's, nearly connecting. The rush of feelings that flows through him is powerful, demanding, and he doesn't feel like he's in any condition to deny it. Takaba presses his mouth with intent now, harder. The hand which was on the floor somehow is now putting pressure down on the bed, dangerously close to the yakuza's face. A shower of feather-kisses along the other's cheeks, lips, chin. Takaba finds himself no longer on the floor but fully on the bed as well, unthinkingly following the example of his traitorous hand. Another kiss; where he not so much as kisses but rather breathes in the essence of Asami into himself. Straddling the taller man, the photographer lets one of his hands travel from one bare shoulder up the neck, then the jaw; his fingertips dancing on the other's closed lips. Takaba bends down to steal one last taste. One more. My fix for the day. Then I'm outta here. Mouths connect. And when Takaba feels Asami's lips moving slowly, softly against his own, his eyelids snap open and he knows he went too far. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Before he can pull away and take off like a scared lamb running from a starved wolf, the other firmly but gently puts a hand around his neck and deepens the kiss. All thoughts of getting away from the older man gone, Takaba's eyes fall shut again, his brow furrowing in concentration, his throat giving birth to a low rumble of a raspy moan. Asami isn't being forceful and makes no other move aside from his lips on Takaba's and his fingers caressing the soft skin of the other's nape. Takaba's hairs stand up at the feeling of it. Their bodies aren't touching anywhere else and he painfully feels the need to change that. Still kissing; slow and long and unbreakable, the younger man lets his knees and elbows stop supporting him and enjoys the feeling of Asami's body on his, separated only by a fine white bed sheet and his own clothes. Fully lying above Asami, letting the other feel all of his weight on him, Takaba lets his hands wander briefly to Asami's bed-hair (Takaba would never admit out loud that he finds it unbearably adorable) and while one lingers there, massaging the dark-brown strands, the other gets bolder and travels down Asami's side until it finds his well-defined hipbone and decides to keep it company for a while. Lungs burning with the need for oxygen, Takaba reluctantly abandons Asami's mouth, but not without conserving their lips just barely apart. Both pairs of eyes open and lock on the other's. Takaba wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out; words hiding from him in the darkest corner of his mind. He attempts to search for them but then Asami's voice is there, violating his ear with its huskiness, and still slurred from sleep. "Take a shower with me?" It's so tempting; so, so tempting. But he can't. It's enough already that he turned his back to the door and came back inside and did what he did and they had been doing what they had been doing. It was time to really wake up. "I can't." And at that Asami's hand leaves the back of his neck, delicately caressing his cheek on the way, downwards, as it falls to the bed. Takaba missed the feel of it even before it had left. Asami is looking at him, really looking at him, and Takaba feels naked, completely open and exposed as if every bit of his insides are there – like a gutted pig after the kill – for everyone to see and judge and poke and stab. Except the only one in the room with him is Asami. And Asami is the only one of them who's naked. He opens his mouth but his vocabulary is apparently still playing hide-and-seek somewhere, so he can't make a single sound. Instead, he looks away; the intense gaze Asami lavishes him with too much for him to bare. The silence is a skilled assassin. Unable to stand any longer in wait for it to show its true colors and attack him, Takaba looks back at Asami, whose gaze is now directed at the ceiling; blank, empty, unreadable. It pains him and he's lowering his head again before he knows it, bumping their foreheads together harshly, even while his cerebellum is yelling at him not to. Asami looks at him once more. It pains him to a greater extent, with those cold eyes that seemed to freeze the ceiling now directed at him. He knows it's a mask and, without thinking twice about it, kisses it away. In opposition to the latest one, this kiss is brief, almost non-existent, but their eyes are open and what he catches flickering on Asami's gaze lits him on fire. Takaba scrambles out of the bed in a hurry, tripping on invisible nothingness on his way to the door but not letting himself fall for it. He doesn't bother putting his sneakers back on, quickly crouching and grabbing them swiftly as he passes by the hall and through the door and slams it shut with alarming force. He runs. Runs and runs and runs until his side is killing him and he has to stop. Throwing himself against some door in a crowded street, he doesn't care about the fixed looks being directed at him; not the whispering, nor the pain that makes the whole of his back throb, adding even more to his sore state. Wide-eyed and trembling with whatever the hell he's feeling, he lets himself slide down the vertical plane-texture of the door. Breathing hard and fast, unable to control the intake and exit of air from his lungs, tears start brewing at the corners of his eyes. The tiny droplets feel like smoldering liquid coal. He lets them fall freely. Takaba tightens his legs and wills it to go away, pleads it to go away. But a few minutes pass, long minutes pass and it doesn't. With one hand he grabs himself between his legs, where it feels hard and painful, and he pulls both legs closer to his trembling body by the knees, propping the other arm on top of them, where he lets his head fall down onto. Why? It was— It was b-barely even a kiss so... w-why? As he forces himself to calm down and focuses on the wind and cold weather lowering his body temperature, Takaba isn't aware of what happens, at the same time, inside the house his feet scurried to get him out from. Asami gets out of bed. He lets his body be washed by liquid ice, his head thrown back and mouth open, to let the cold water freeze him inside and out. Then, filling his three-piece suit with graceful movements, he grabs a lonesome camera laying forgotten on the table in the living-room and heads out to drop by a certain brat's friend's apartment and leave it on the desk. No, Takaba wasn't aware of it; but he would figure it out when he arrived at Kou's on the evening after leeching the whole day at Takato's, and then he would touch his camera, hold it as if it was something precious (because it was, now for more ways than one) and wonder for the umpteenth time why the hell did he always run away. How the night would end was moderately predictable, just like many others during the last year. The mornings not so much, just like so many before. Not until his two-choice road was cut down to one. Takaba just hoped Asami didn't get tired of playing cat-and-mouse until then. -x- The next night they would get… together, wouldn't be exactly what Takaba was expecting, was to expect, after all this time. Asami comes strolling in at 03:17 a.m., looking like he owns the place, as usual. Takaba doesn't bother with inquiries about how the other man had gained access to Kou's apartment days before, much less about how he knew Kou was out tonight, sparing himself of a tremendous headache. Between relieving himself of the constriction of his jacket, waistcoat and tie, pulling out the chosen one from the little box of cancer sticks and allowing the sofa the honor of having his well-sculpted ass sit on it, Asami finishes his entrance with a much belated voicing. "Hey." Takaba doesn't quite know what to make of it; usually he would be cornered against a wall or lead to the bedroom right away (or to anywhere else, really) as soon as Asami appeared at his door step. Now it was all very… calm. It left him feeling out of place in his own (temporary) home while Asami fit in like a gorgeous, extravagant, living decoration that Takaba wouldn't be able to afford if he saved money for the rest of his entire life. Oh God. Are we like… going to talk? "H-Hey…" Even his own voice betrays him. Takaba takes a second to complain in-psyche. When I'm with him… I can't even trust myself anymore. Throat clear. Try again. "Do you… want some tea… or something?" "I'd appreciate it." "Right. Then I'll, uh—" Takaba gestures a bit with his hands, trying to illustrate his point, and leaves to the kitchen; discarding a no-little amused Asami lounging on the sofa. His fingers dance in a frenzy without asking his permission first and Takaba lets the kettle fall with a loud clang in the sink, making him have to re-fill it with water. He's more than certain Asami gave in to a chuckle before calling out to him from the living-room, his voice just a remote-control one-click higher than his default level. A curse for Kou and his old-school teakettle. Takaba swears right then to buy an electric one for him, a pricy one, and make Kou pay him back, yen by yen. "You seem especially nervous today. What's the matter? "Well excuse me if you're kind of creeping me out. Even though it's not the first time you just show up out of nowhere I'm not exactly waiting for you to all of a sudden step in. And you're being weird today. Like… weirder-than-usual weird." In some parallel dimension where Kou's kitchen is alive, it would laugh and cry and thump and roll around at Takaba's scrambling-around to heat up water for the tea; his face is pink and his mouth is capable of mumbling (barely) coherently as he tries not to scream and make a fool out of himself, and yet still talk audibly for Asami to hear him even through the whistle of the metal pot. "How so?" "Guhh—! You know exactly what I'm talking about! You not doing the things you normally do feels… not right." "What do I normally do that the non-occurrence of it causes you to be so thrown out of balance, care to enlighten me? Akihito." He wishes he could shove his fist into his own mouth and bite it for effect but his hands are currently gathering the mugs and arranging then on the tray, next to the sugar bowl, so he substitutes his fist with nothing but atoms as his teeth crunch together, gnashing. Though there is a certain part of Asami he could just bite off as well. Damn him. "You didn't—" Stop it. Don't say it. That's what he wants; for you to play his game. He'll draw you in, have you where he wants you to be and still be able to goad that it was you who threw yourself into it. "You're not…" Idiot. Digging your own hole. Don't complain later – after he fucked you senseless with your half-assed consent. "…touching me." Well done, Takaba Akihito. Get down on your knees and lick the soles of the shoes he didn't bother to take off like the good pet that you are, why don't you? "I'm tired today." Takaba thinks that maybe he was going def. "…what?" He stops at the doorway, looking straight at Asami like he's… Satan. Freshly arrived from the pit. Wait. That comparison is just too damn accurate… "I didn't have time to sleep last night, too much work; so I'm feeling rather fatigued." Confused, not knowing what to say or do – that's how Takaba is feeling as he looks with no short amount of incredulity at Asami, as if the man had just spouted utterly impossible crap. A man who seems to possess matchless (not to say endless) stamina, denying himself from indulging in his regular pleasure-filled sessions, which always seem to not only not drain him at all but rather recharge his energy to the fullest, admitting such a thing in all his – dare Takaba say – honesty, had to at least suck out such a reaction. "I… don't understand. Why are you here then?" If not for sex, or for confiscation of his films and then punishment – that meant sex – or anything else and then sex, Takaba's brain couldn't find a reason as to why the yakuza was currently spending time in his house with him. Not having sex. It's almost like… socializing. Hanging out? Takaba hangs out with his friends. Asami is certainly not his friend. He's not, right? I mean, I don't even know anymore. Takaba also spends time with his family. Asami is most definitely not his family. He is not his long lost older brother thought dead who his parents never told him about because it was a wound too big. He is not his real, biological father that abandoned him at birth because he was a child born from one of his many mistresses. He is not his uncle or cousin. He is not his transvestite unborn daughter, or anyone else related to him by blood. It's odd. Feels odd, smells odd, looks odd. "To relax." Okay, that is not what Takaba was expecting, not in a long shot. His internal disk is going into overdrive at any given nanosecond. Takaba stumbles upon his words. "You… came here to… relax? After working hours upon hours, a whole day and then more without resting, doing… whatever it is that you do; meetings and deals and threats and kills and… instead of going home to sleep, you came… here? To relax?" "I did." Takaba finally snaps out of his reverie and decalcifies himself from the spot on the ground he was glued to. Setting down the tray on the desk, by the computer, he satisfies the mugs' thirst as he fills them with warm beverage. Handling an unadulterated teacup to Asami, he injects a decent amount of sugar into his own before sipping it, cursing loudly as his upper lip gets burned (earning him a light-hearted snort from the only other person in the room) and then blowing on the fervent liquid in irritated manner, at least proving he learned with his mistake. "I don't get it." "Don't worry yourself so much, you're safe today. I'm not doing anything, am I?" "No, no, no… That is what worries me! You are seriously fucking freaking me out!" The dark-haired man drinks his tea with Japanese grace underneath his western-ish, putting-models-to-shame looks. "Why is that? Would you prefer that I had taken you as soon as I passed your threshold?" Good old Smirk-sama is right there. Takaba-kun's Control Center Status: Orange. "Yes! Because that's how it is; you come, take what you want and get out! Now— now you came, you… park the car and stand-by. I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing or what you pretend to accomplish with this. This is not… it's not how you operate." "Are you scared?" "What? I-I'm not scared, I just… I just want to know what this is all about and— yeah, I'm scared, alright? Don't look at me like that; don't read me, I fucking hate when you do that!" "There is no hidden motive, don't torture yourself over it. I wanted to come over, so I came over. I came, I sat down, you made tea, you sat down – although you got up again – and now we're talking. I'm relaxing. That's what I came to do." "…" "Are you so against me being here?" "I… Why..? Why here, why with me; I don't…" "Say it. What you're bottling up. Talk to me." "I'm not—!" "Akihito." Takaba-kun's Control Center Status: Red. I… If I had to say if I like you or dislike you, then I don't like you. I don't like what you do and I don't like what you stand for. We're opposites. Different sides. Everything you do, the way you think and act; the way I see it, it's all wrong. You're a 'bad guy', you're a criminal. But I can't say it doesn't have a contra-effect as well, I can't deny that the dangerous aura around you turns me on, makes me anticipate and fear every word that comes out of your mouth, every step you take closer to me. It attracts me; everything about you pulls me in. I know I should stay away from you, run from you, be scared of you. But I'm not, not like that: I can't. The fear you inflict in me isn't the same fear you inflict in everyone else. They're scared of what you'll do to them, that you'll hurt them, strip them of everything they have, kill them. Sure, if you feel like it, you're perfectly able to do it, but what I'm terrified of is the feeling you awake in me, that you'll see the truth behind my lies, the want underneath my rejection. I'm scared shitless you'll see what you mean to me and what I would do for you, what I would leave behind for you… what I feel for you. And I'm scared of what you'll reflect when I finally get the guts to look at you in eye. Of what your reaction will be. Of your answer." Takaba had never said so much in one single breath. Asami is stunned, glued to the sofa and speechless for once. "And if I had to say if I love you or hate you… I'd say I hate you. Like I have before." "…" "And like before I'd be lying." Takaba turns around and doesn't give Asami time to say a word before stepping outside of his own living place and making his way through the streets of Tokyo at the breaking of dawn. -x- He's finding himself quite brave today, and unwavering, having finished an important assignment even more efficiently than he had planned to and received his wagers – quite a decent amount, and well-deserved, if he might say so himself. And so, after days and days of brain-swelling harsh thinking – with zero contact from Asami all the while – Takaba finds himself in front of Club Sion. "Hey, punk, this is no place for you. Get out of here." A~ah, welcoming as usual. He wants to retort, to snipe back full-throttle and give the menacing… bouncer? Settling for high-maintenance bouncer he wants to giggle, but swallows it drily and attempts a more serene approach. "Ah well, I want to talk to Asami. Is, uh, Kirishima-san… or Suoh-san here?" "I told you already to go away before I have to— "Look… Yojimbo-san? I need to go in so if you'll just call one of them or just let me pass yourself it'll be a great help." Okay, he can't help it. He tried but the man just looks kind of dumb anyway and that's that. "Who the hell are you calling 'yojimbo'? You—" The man in black decides to resort to physical, at last, and Takaba takes advantage of it. A kick to the shin and the other falters. Even the sturdiest structure goes down when a well-conspired attack explodes at its pillars of support. "AH!" "Ah sorry, sorry~" Takaba jumps around a bit to the left, then to the right to avoid being freely offered a strike dead-on to the nose by a clenched fist. "Damn brat, come here!" As the man reaches out and grabs him by the back of his t-shirt, Takaba turns around sharp-fast already mentally preparing his knee to smash against the suited man's balls. "Hey man, let me the fuck go or I swear I'll do worse next ti—" "What is going on here?" Neither had noticed the sure steps closing in on them, too lost in their little street fight. Four-eyes stands before them, masked disbelief cracking his voice. "Takaba-kun?" Takaba suddenly realizes, for the second time, how glad he is that Glasses Guy didn't die on that god damn ship ages ago. Now the bouncing bouncer… he doesn't look so happy at being caught not doing his job properly. "Ugh, sempai, this is… I was just getting rid of this punk but he's—" "Let go of him. He's fine. Don't forget that." Simple and to the point. Glasses' eyes are on himself and if the man hadn't just directed a sentence at his subordinate, Takaba would think he hadn't even acknowledged the other guy's presence. "Takaba-kun. What brings you here?" "Kirishima-san, can I se— hm, is Asami available?" "This way." The two men slither inside the club and uncaringly leave the abandoned pup, or rather, the confused bouncer looking for answers in the sound of their footsteps. A bleach-haired, buff and tall person takes pity on him (not really) and butts in. "You just started working here, Gamma, so I guess you haven't been told but from now on I strongly recommend you not to act violent towards the bra— Clearing his throat. "—towards Takaba-kun. The boss won't be happy. And then neither will you." "H-Hai." It doesn't give him any answers, really, but it sure serves to keep his mouth from getting a mouthful of flies and shut him up. -x- "He just came out from a meeting and there is nothing in need of his immediate attention for now. I'll let Asami-sama know you're here. You know the way." "Yes. Hm, thank you." -x- Not bothering with knocking at the door or signaling his arrival any more than Kirishima already did, Takaba strolls right in, dismissing the leather sofa that looks like it needs desperately to be sat down upon and only stops when the front of his black Converse as good as bumps into Asami's working desk. "What is the reason for such an unexpected visit?" Hello to you too, almighty jerk. Takaba did prepare himself for the encounter but the simulation is never quite the same as the real thing. "Er, do you… doyouwanttogoout? Asami hadn't moved since the photographer made his way inside his office; sitting on his chair, assessing legal and not-so-legal and everything-but-legal documentation. Takaba considers seppuku as he notices he feels… jealously… of those damn papers receiving so much of Asami's attention. Jealous. Great. Of fucking paper sheets. Double great. My condition is worse than I thought. "…I'm afraid I didn't quite understand your…question?" Takaba's cheeks go red. Fury. Shame. Both. Oh yeah, you so did you freaking— "I said: do you want to go somewhere?" He grips his control tightly and doesn't even stagger this time. But he does drawl out each word as long as he can, purposely. And the yakuza finally, finally directs his gaze at him. He feels a rush; although he stills wishes the infuriating corner of the other man's mouth would go fuck itself. "Are you asking me out, Akihito?" Don't clench your teeth; he'll notice your tensing jaw. Breathe. "I guess…" The younger of the two expects to be provoked and to be made fun of before receiving an indulging answer. The older of the two does his part and surprises him with a stealth response. "Sure. Let us go." "!" "What is it; don't tell me you were expecting me to decline your invitation?" A hand to the back of his neck; scratching the awkwardness. "Yeah well… no, not really but— I don't know. It doesn't matter." Asami arranges the documents at one side and leaves then there for Kirishima to collect later. The chair misses his weight as he finishes leading his arm through his jacket sleeve. "Shall we go then?" Leaving his office, Asami's feet allow him to travel along the corridors to the outside of the building. Takaba, following one step behind, almost bumps into his back when he pauses next to his BMW. "Shall we go by car?" "We'll walk. If you don't mind." "I suppose you're not telling me where we're going? If so, lead the way. I cannot read your mind, in its entirety, contrary to what you might believe." The light-brown-haired man doesn't pout. But he wants to. He shakes it off anyway and starts walking side-by-side with Asami, guiding him through the crowd. "Hm. I won't take you anywhere 'nice' like you're used to so… don't make fun of it, 'kay?" "I won't." They walk in confortable silence. Asami's expensive shoes clack when they hit the ground, his hands peeking into his trouser pockets, causing the short tail of his open jacket to flump back a little around his wrists. His hair flies softly with the wind; it's almost 8 p.m. and though the temperature doesn't feel too low, the feeling of the cold breeze feels nice. Takaba rearranges the strap of his bag crossing his body diagonally a bit so that it's not biting into his bare neck. The traffic sign changes its color and they traverse the white lines painted on the dark pavement along with hundreds of other people. His peripheral vision takes in the sight of their target-location and his lips elevate in a smile. Usually the place is full, rush-hour is relentless after all, but today only a few salary men occupy half the tables at the ramen stand in Shinjuku Station. They have their orders taken and take hold of a table in one of the corners, where it's less noisier. "You surprised me today." Asami's oral fixation kicks in and a white stick is already stuck between full lips. A flame to the tip; smoke kindly fluctuates, forming pretty crinkled-like laces in the middle of otherwise full-blown darkness, were they not illuminated by streets lamps. "Uh?" "I thought for sure you would avoid me for a while. A long while even. After that outburst the last time." "…" "What made you come today?" "Can you not be so straight-forward this once? It's really disconcerting." I'm trying to act normal here, dumbass. "And me doing that would be childish." A chuckle. "Exactly." "Bastar— Anyway! I'm… sorry… for that day. It was stupid. I've already forgotten so do me a favor and do the same." Being on the receiving end of such a suffocating stare is quite horrifying, even if thrill-inducing – is surely what Takaba's brain cells struggle to orchestrate. Much too early comes the not-quite remark. "I don't think I want to." "Don't make me regret this, I— really wanted to make up for it. Hm… it was the first time we were… talking… like just two people talking, not including the times I asked for help, or you talked me out of my dumps. Just talk. I didn't know what to do at the moment and it came to that." "Are you telling me you didn't mean a word you said?" Takaba seems genuinely surprised at that. Asami finds himself very pleased by the reaction. Shaking his head for emphasis, the blonde answers with honesty. "No. No, I'm not. I meant it. What I said might have been said in the spur of the moment but it wasn't thought in the spur of the moment. The things I said, I had already reflected on them. I meant them." The fire reflected on the shorter man's orbs pleased him immensely – Asami could admit. "Good." "Hm." Taking notice of the waiter gathering everything on the counter with the corner of his eye, Asami lets the last centimeters of his cigarette meet the ground and presses his shiny foot on it. "If that is so, why do you want me to forget?" "Ah, I don't really… it's just embarrassing to talk about it now that I have conscience of it all. It's irritating. I didn't plan on just drop a bomb like that." Smirk. Closing in on them now, the waiter serves them of their meals: Asami of his simple soba dish and Takaba of his gigantic bowl of miso ramen. A bottle of sake at the center of the table and he leaves the guests to their own devices. Asami pokes Takaba with a stick a final time, just to spice the meal a bit more. "Then how had you planned to? At dinner, after you cooked for me dressed in an apron – apron only, nothing else underneath – a few candles to illuminate the dark living-room, perhaps?" "God, you're so annoying." A chuckle from here, a tsk from there and a slurping sound mix homogeneously with the noise of the surrounding crowd as the two of them start filling their stomachs in unhurried fashion. As they finish eating, a good quarter-of-an-hour later, Takaba pays for their food as Asami gulps down the last of his drink. Back on track and wearing a wicked grin, the yakuza lies in wait for directions by the sidewalk. "Where to now?" A brief pause. No turning back once the play-button is pressed; no rewinding allowed. "Your place." A longer pause now. Long enough for Takaba to start letting his thoughts run around wildly; long enough for Asami's inexpressive face to soften. "Well then, shall we walk on foot to there as well?" "We're taking your car, asshole." Takaba revels in Asami's free, warm laugh and joins him on their trip back to the club. Surprisingly enough, he didn't feel nervous anymore. -x- As soon as they are inside, Takaba finds himself trapped between Asami and the door; the doorknob biting at his back, Asami's teeth biting at his lip. He pushes the other off of him with all the strength he can muster and grips his collar with one hand, dragging a very willing and amused Asami to the master bedroom. His show of domination is cut short when he's thrown onto the bed, the pillows denying the bed header of the bump it would create on the back of Takaba's head at the clash. Asami is on top of Takaba the next moment, nipping at the side of his neck, nuzzling into it and absorbing his scent. A gasp as Takaba moves his neck, giving more of himself for the other to do what he wills. While his hands are working fast on the mission of disrobing Asami of all of his clothes as fast as possible, he engages them in what might be one of their most sloppy kisses. Satisfied with having a deliciously naked Asami in sight, Takaba lets himself be freed of his clothes as well; Asami's inhuman undressing skills taking care of it in a heartbeat. A thumb and an indicator are pinching his nipple and before he can hiss, his breath is being ripped from him by Asami's deep kiss. "Ahh… w-wait! Let me, let me ride you…" "As you wish." Asami changes their positions with ease, like playing with LEGO pieces. Takaba finds himself not caring about being man-handled at the moment. His fingertips travel all around Asami's vast expanse of smooth, hard skin. Takaba's lips and tongue follow, leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere; his Adam's apple, the hollow of his throat, flicking his darkening erect nipple and biting it with no restraint. Asami growls – a sound dipped with arousal and promise of retribution – and grips the other's full erection in a punishing tightness. The younger man explores the body offered to him, hand combing silky hair, lips pressing into the other's inner tight, brushing and breathing, warm puffs of hair on already hot skin. His tongue comes out to play with the distinct vein of Asami's hard-on, teasing it, wetting it only there. He can feel those sun-like eyes piercing into him and he can't help looking back even with the knowledge that it might blind him. Asami's hand comes to toy with his hair, encouraging him to continue, and he does. He licks Asami's cock from base to tip in a broad stroke, tasting him. Takaba swallows the tiny droplets of pre-cum his tongue gathered and licks his lips at the taste. "So lewd. Do you like it that much; my flavor? "Shut up." Without another word, the hazel-eyed man bows down and opens his mouth, his lips hugging the other man's member to the hilt inside his heated cave. He hums at the feel of Asami's penis hitting the walls of his throat and sucks hard from the start, working the tight erection with skillful familiarity. Asami allows Takaba to set the pace, to grab his hips and press them to the bed, restricting his movement and just letting him thrust gently from time to time, in contrast to the hard-working mouth around him, engulfing his length in its entirety and moving up and down along it quickly, as his tongue pleases the underside. Takaba is extremely satisfied with the expression splattered on Asami's face, cradled between his now practically gel-free bangs; his separated lips and the quiet, deep breathing coming from in-between them, together with his relaxed body, contracting only the muscles of his abdomen each time the sensation gets hotter. Said man grins, full-teeth, and while any other guy would look a tad more idiotic or at least un-sexy, Asami only looks better. Even better. So beautiful. One last long suck, teeth grazing as he slides Asami's cock from his mouth; watching it slap back against his tight abdominals as it arcs back perfectly. Takaba doesn't lick the pearls of Asami's fluids and his own spit still lingering on his lips this time around and, on all-fours, climbs back up Asami's body until their faces are on level and leans down, meshing their lips together and pushing into Asami's mouth; tongues licking behind teeth and forcing groans out of the back of the other's throats. Asami bites down. Takaba releases a guttural sound. Saliva meets blood. Asami brushes his tongue against the blonde's lip, from the corner to the middle, like a pencil on canvas, and forces his lips apart again just to meet with a barrier of tightly clenched teeth. Eyes full of anger and desire burning into him, Asami nothing but smiles and drops a soft kiss at Takaba's chin. He handles his own manhood with one hand and with the other grips at Takaba's hip as he guides it to the other's entrance, stilling instead of pressing in. Palms at the larger man's pectorals, Takaba knows what he's expected to do. Lowering his ass, feeling the blunt head of Asami's penis breaching him open, he inhales deeply and knowingly relaxes both his mind and his body. The stretching burns him up even more, his pores are open, he's already glistening with unshed sweat. As he feels the organ inside him pulsing as much as Asami's heart does under his palm, he allows his own grin to surface and mirror Asami's. That's the signal and they start moving simultaneously, pressing into each other. Pressing in more. Taking in deeper. Thrusting up faster. Thrusting down harder. His nails leaving crescent markings into firm, long legs while his nails scratch white rivers into ribs and broad shoulders. The air feels heavy with hard breathing, lust-filled stares and unrestrained moans. Takaba grips Asami's wrist, probably with force enough to bruise, and leads the slightly larger hand to his cock. Asami starts fisting his full erection, stroking him hard. "Nnn, yeah…" "What is it that you desire? Tell me." Trading his hand for his elbow, to support himself lower, Takaba brings them nose-touching, mingling his breath with Asami's. "K-kiss. Kiss me." He says so in a wanton moan. The passion in it makes it sound like an order and there's a spiteful note saying 'if you don't I'll fucking maim you' between the lines. Asami does. He kisses Takaba thoroughly, leaving the other panting and trembling. A particularly forceful thrust and he moans loudly, in spite of himself. The sound seems to have a strong effect on Takaba, as his insides tighten, clamping down painfully on Asami. "So— naa, deep… aahh!" "More?" "Asa…mi…" Their actions speed up mindlessly. Asami pushes himself up, crossing his legs and hugging the lean, toned body to his. "Gh— aahh… I-I'm…" Takaba manages to rasp out as he drowns himself on the wetness running down Asami's neck. He licks whatever he reaches and he's answered with a whisper near his ear lobe that triggers the outcome of the heated encounter. "Come." The two bodies tense and tremble silently at being finally allowed release. The tingling pleasure lingering as they go limp and fall asleep comfortably that way; all tangled and naked and filthy from sex. -x- Asami wakes up alone. The back of his hand on the way to cover his eyes as a disappointed sigh of air leaves him feeling empty on the inside. That is, until his ears catch the sound of a loud curse, followed by a train of more loud curses coming from the direction of the kitchen. Bang. The door of the cabinet would have cried out if it wasn't mute. "There's nothing to eat in this fucking house, are you shitting me?!" Getting up, Asami's laugh rumbles in the back of his throat (and he pushes back the reason why his mood changed so fast) as he makes his naked way to meet the starving stray cat trashing his kitchen to the ground, with the intention of feeding him some milk. (*) Takes place in the morning that follows the events of Loveprize 1 - Volume 3.

Original name: 35 Do no Renai Netsu Manga ALT. names: 35 Degrees Fahrenheit of Love 35 Degrees of Love 35度の恋愛熱 35度恋爱热 35度戀愛熱 Original run: 2004 Description: Honda is a pharmacist who is overworked due to the hospitalization of his co-worker (who he's secretly in love with). Luckily, one of his customers, Sasashi, turns out to be a doctor who is looking for a job. Honda immediately hires him, but then learns that not only was he fired from his previous job for embezzeling, but he's a notorious playboy too. Manga-type: Manga Written by: Takaido Akemi Drawn by: Takaido Akemi Published by: Houbunsha Group(s) Scanlating: Loveless Status: Complete Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Comedy, Drama, Mature, Slice of Life, Yaoi Categories: Hidden Feelings; Co-workers; Doctors Main Characters: Honda, Sasashi Recommendations: Hard Triangle, Koi no Tsubo Read 35 Degrees of Love Online 35 Degrees of Love Download 35 Degrees of Love Manga 35 Degrees of Love Download link for non-members For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Title Wonderful Kiss! Alt. name ワンダフルKISS! Natsuyasumi no Yokan Author Ichijo Hikaru Year 2001 Status complete Licensed (in english) No Group(s) Scanlating Fushichou Peccatore Sanctuary Genre Yaoi Collection of One shots: 1) Wonderful Kiss 2) Taboo 3) Ame no Ato 4) Nocturne 5) A Midsummer's Premonition (Natsuyasumi no Yokan) 6) The Heart Doesn't Stop - an extra to Wonderful Kiss Read Wonderful Kiss! Online: Click Download Wonderful Kiss! Manga: New Download Link For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Original name: Rental Lover Manga ALT. names: レンタル・ラヴァー 出租情人 Original run: 2009 Description:Kurosagi Hitoshi had a phobia of getting intimate with another person! Out of loneliness, he came to a lover rental service center and signed a lease to rent Masato, a gentle android skilled in sexual techniques! However, this seemly perfect lover whom Hitoshi fell head over heels for had one fatal “defect”…! Manga-type: Manga Written by: Fujii Mitori Drawn by: Fujii Mitori Published by: Futabasha Group(s) Scanlating:Fantasyshrine Status: Complete Completely Scanlated: No Completely Translated: Yes Genres:Drama Romance Sci-fi Yaoi Categories: Drama, Megane Main Characters:Kurosagi Hitoshi Adaptations available: N/A Recommendations:Super Double Ouji-kun Ringo ni Hachimitsu Mujihi na Otoko Etowa Read Rental Lover Online: Rental Lover Download Rental Lover Manga: Download link removed upon scanlator's request

Movie: Right by Me; Rainbow Boys: The Movie (Thailand, 2005); Rak Nai Thi Plai Roong Running Time: 1h 40min Language: Thai Subtitles: English hardsubs Year: 2005 Plot: This sweet, sexy, and alluring movie follows the lives and loves of three college friends all at different stages of coming out to themselves and others. Handsome, bookish Tat attends coming out support meetings with his out and proud friend Nat. The two boys are surprised when Tat’s crush, the hunky athlete Ek, shows up to a meeting. Questioning his sexuality, Ek turns to Tat for advice, and a sweet romance gradually develops, creating an awkward situation between Tat and Nat. To survive and prosper, all three must surmount the homophobia of Thai society, neglectful and abusive home lives, gay bashings, schoolwork and their own love triangle. Watch Right By Me BL Movie Online: Right By Me Download Right By Me BL Movie: Right By Me For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

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You know, I just now noticed the whole chapter is practically only crack. Glad it made you laugh with all the randomness. (x I'm really happy you like it. And yeah, I always end up making a disgusted face at what I write and thinking 'WTF?'. Thank you for taking the time to read, Bela! (:

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@Mixie-senpai: I didn't color it--I extorted a colored version from Yuukina via PM then tampered with it through GIMP (>_____>) *the shame* Still, thank you for the kind words orz Er...I think I get it xDD I'll try to finish it by this week. Thanks for requesting, Mixie-senpai! And I'm sorry for the inevitable wait D: @Leslie_LC: Oh. Uh...I'm sorry for making you do the extra work. I sorta suck at keeping the image small (@____@) And thank you; I'm glad you like it! Thanks for the points as well Dx I provided a link under the picture though; did you try using it instead of converting it and all? It might be best for quality preservation and such D: @Yuukina: Wow, thank you! I'm glad you like it. Thank you for requesting as well Did you use the link provided under the picture? I think it would be best if you used it instead of saving it then choosing it and so on. Quality preservation and all @Saga: Thank you for visiting!

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instead of a joke i'll hit some pick-up lines -ehem- PuL 1 "Do you have a map? 'coz I keep getting lost in your eyes." PuL 2 "Are you on facebook? 'coz I'd definitely click Like." PuL 3 "Are you a Google? 'coz I find everything in you." PuL 4 "Are you an algebra? can you SUBSTITUTE my 'x' ?" PuL 5 "I know you're not a camera, but everytime i see you I always SMILE." PuL 6 "Kiss me if i'm wrong... but isn't your name (take a guess)?" PuL 7 "Sorry, i forgot your name can I call you mine?" -nyaha!- -cheesy- XD

http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/AkiraVadel/NigaiMirror_opt.jpg Nigai Bokyo Age: 18 (for this rp lol) Token bad boy at his old school he was expelled and his parents had to move to a new city. He doesn't trust easy but once you get to know him you find out he's a really kind hearted man. He wants to like people but because of his home status people want him for money.

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