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It’s 3 am and The streetlights are burning the streets as you hear laughing from people leaving a local bar wich will soon be closed. It’s a Friday night , Nothing weird to go out to catch a beer or two. A charming young man with a with appealing glasses and a leather coat leaves the bar and winds the street. He almost crashed into a pole , He must’ve had to much too drink. He approaches you , starting to hang all over you as He slides his hand through your hair and over your face while his stunning crystal blue eyes stare into yours. “Hey Sexy , What are you doing out so late? Want me to bring you some pleasure? “

A Harrymort fanfic . HARRY'S P.O.V "Hey Mione what would you do if i was uhm gay ? " Please no dont look like that . " I would tell you to stay away from me i dont want a faggot as a friend . Why your not are you? " "I am so good bye ." "Ron im not friends with Granger no more ." "What why not .!" "Because im gay . " "Oh ! ... I have nothing against gays but im with mione but if you need someone to talk to im here for you . okay?" "Yeah thanks Ron . " "If it helps the twins are gay aswell . " " I know i found them kissing blokes . " Though it was each outher . " Night . " ' Why why why ! ' ' Stop shouting in our mind link Potter i was trying to sleep . ' ' Oh shove it Voldie i just lost my friends cos im gay i can shout in my own mind all i bloody want ! ' ' Oh ! Did your friends leave you because your gay ha welcome to the club a lot of pepoul dont likke gays Potter . ' ' Are you trying to comforrt me Tom ? ' 'Well sort off i know what its like so and i want to get some sleep tonight thank you very much . ' '... Haha i never thought i would say this but thanks Tom i needed that and thanks for the mental hug . ; ;R-right just go to sleep we are both tierd no doubt . ' 'night Tom ' ' hehe night brat . ' 'bastard . haha ' wow i just had fun with the dark lord . -The next day at breakfrast - " Morning fag ! Get your ass filled last night ?!" "Mione ! I know you hate gays but this Harry here not that guy !" " Thanks Granger you just made my coming out to the school a lot easier thank you miss Granger . Thank you for standing up for me Ron but you should put protection speels on your lose diary bassed journals . Good day Miss Granger , Mr Weasley see you both in class . " ' I hate my life ' 'What happened now potter ? ' ' Sorry did i wake you ? I didnt mean to send that via link . ' ' Its fine Potter i could use you as a living alarm haha . ' ' Why?' 'Why what Potter ? ' 'Why are you so nice to me in our minds ? ' 'Cos despit what you think i dont hate you if you were a death eater i would most probably call you a friend i suppose your fieasty you tell me what you realy think you dont hide behind a mask . ' 'One call me Harry Potter makes me think of Severus Snape Two i would like to actually spend a day with you with out you trying to kill me if you could ? ' 'When's your next Hogsmead weekend ? ' ' This weekend why ? ' ' Meet you there for a butterbeer ?

ICHIRO HANDA KENSOU OZU URI SUWA HEAT WAS TRULY A CRUEL MISTRESS, ONCE THOSE SCORCHING SUMMERS ROLLED AROUND PEOPLE HAD BECOME MORE INTOLERABLE THAN EVER. THE HEAT WAS TO BLAME OF COURSE, IT MADE EVERYONE MAD AND LESS COOPERATIVE. OF COURSE THAT'S WHY HIS MOTHER HAD PACKED HIS BAGS THIS MORNING AND SENT HIM ON HIS WAY TO A STRANGERS HOME WITHOUT EVEN WANTING TO TALK IT OVER THOUGH SHE HAD HER REASONS. ICHIRO HAD BEEN GIVEN MANY CHANCES TO FIX HIMSELF AND HIS MISTAKES, TO TAKE A PATH THAT WOULDN'T MAKE HIS MOTHER BEAT HIM WITH A BROOM FOR IT AND THEN LATER CRY OVER HOW HORRID OF A JOB SHE HAD DONE WITH HER SON EVEN THOUGH THEY BOTH KNEW IT WASN'T HER FAULT. BUT THAT'S WHAT MOTHERS DID, THEY BLAMED THEMSELVES FOR THEY WERE THE ONES WHO CONTINUED TO WATCH AS THEIR CHILDREN GREW INTO PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE OR INTO PEOPLE WHO STRUGGLED IN LIFE TO MAKE GOOD DECISIONS. WHAT MOTHERS DON'T KNOW HOWEVER IS THAT SOMETIMES LIFE DIDN'T GIVE THE OPTION OF GOOD LIFE DECISIONS. ICHIRO WASN'T A GENIUS SO NATURALLY HE DIDN'T CARE FOR SCHOOL VERY MUCH BUT HE DID ENJOY SPORTS LIKE BASKETBALL AND SOCCER, THOUGH HE WAS KICKED OUT OF THOSE SORTS OF CLUBS FOR REASONS SUCH AS FIGHTING AS WELL AS HIS GRADES. ICHIRO'S MOTHER WORKED TWO JOBS TO KEEP THE FAMILY AFLOAT WHILE HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL BUT AT SOME POINT SHE HAD GOTTEN LAID OFF AT ONE OF HER JOBS, ICHIRO HAD TO PITCH IN AND HIS SALARY WASN'T CUTTING IT WITH HIS MOTHER PREGNANT BY SOME RANDOM MAN SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER. ICHIRO NEVER WENT ONTO COLLEGE AFTER GRADUATION BECAUSE HE DECIDED TO HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE WORKING FIELD TO HELP HIS MOTHER OUT. HE WAS A MECHANIC, LIVED WITH HIS MOTHER TO KEEP HER COMPANY AND HELP WITH BABY EXPENSES BUT LIFE WAS TOUGH. ICHIRO WAS NINETEEN WHEN THE BABY WAS BORN AND WITH BILLS PLUS THE BABIES NEEDS IT GOT TO OUT OF CONTROL. SO ICHIRO CALLED A FRIEND HE KNEW FROM HIGH SCHOOL, A GUY HE KNEW COULD GIVE HIM SOME WORK IF HE NEEDED IT AND HE DID. THE WORK WASN'T CLEAN, HE SOLD DRUGS AT THE MECHANIC SHOP HE WORKED AT AND GOT A GOOD ENOUGH CUT FOR DOING IT. LIFE WAS EASY AGAIN, UNTIL HIS MOTHER FOUND A STASH IN HIS ROOM AND INSTEAD OF ADMITTING THAT HE SOLD DRUGS, HE TOLD HER HE WAS USING. ALL THE 'DIRTY' MONEY HE HAD USED TO HELP THEIR SITUATION, SHE WOULD HAVE RETURNED EVERYTHING HE HAD GIVEN TO HER IF SHE HAD KNOWN. THAT'S HOW HE GOT STUCK STANDING OUTSIDE IN THE BLISTERING HEAT, WAITING FOR SOME STRANGERS TO PICK HIM UP AND SET HIM STRAIGHT OR SOMETHING OF THAT SORT. HIS MOTHER HAD ARRANGED THE WHOLE THING, SHE HEARD FROM A FRIEND ABOUT THESE BROTHERS WHO AGREED TO TAKE CARE OF HIM FOR A BIT AND TO BE HONEST ICHIRO WAS SUSPICIOUS OF THESE BROTHERS. HIS MOTHER SAID THAT SHE WAS NOT PAYING THEM A CENT BUT HE DIDN'T BELIEVE HER, THEY HAD TO BE GETTING SOMETHING OUT OF A GUY LIKE HIM STAYING AT THEIR PLACE. HE ONLY AGREED TO IT BECAUSE HE GOT FREE HOUSING, HIS MOTHER HAD KICKED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE AND HE WAS IN NO POSITION TO GET HIS OWN PLACE NOW THAT HE QUIT HIS SECOND JOB, DEALING DRUGS. ICHIRO STOOD AT THE CORNER OF SAINT AVENUE, WAITING FOR ANY CAR THAT WOULD STOP AND HOPEFULLY BE THE ONE WITH HIS NEW ROOMMATES INSIDE. HE CHECKED THE DIGITAL WATCH ON HIS WRIST, IT READ 3:52 AND THEN SIGHED AS HE FIXED THE BASEBALL CAP ON HIS HEAD. HOW MUCH LONGER AM I GONNA HAVE TO WAIT FOR THESE GUYS!?! HE ASKED HIMSELF AS HE CONTINUED TO LOOK AT THE CLOCK ON HIS WRIST SWEARING HE'D LEAVE SOON IF THESE GUYS DIDN'T PICK HIM UP SOON. THINKING MORE ABOUT HIS MONEY SITUATION, HE PROMISED HIS OLD FRIEND THAT HE'D SELL FOR HIM AGAIN AFTER THINGS SETTLED DOWN FOR A BIT AND WAS ABLE TO KEEP THE FACT HIDDEN FROM HIS MOTHER. HE NEEDED TO GET SETTLED INTO HIS NEW LIVING SITUATION TOO, IF THE GUYS EVER CAME TO PICK HIM UP LIKE THEY TOLD HIS MOTHER THEY WOULD.

[table=width: 500, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td][/td] [td]CHARACTER SHEET[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]APPEARANCE[/td] [td] [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]APPEARANCE SPECIFICATIONS[/td] [td] Jun dyes his hair blonde frequently and he has a few body piercings. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]FULL NAME[/td] [td] Jun Hamasaki [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]HEIGHT & WEIGHT[/td] [td] 5' 10" 162 LBS [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]AGE & POSITION[/td] [td] Eighteen Uke [/td] [/tr] [/table] The house was big for a family of three but on the other hand his social worker did tell him that the couple had three kids and there was only one left in the house. If he could recall correctly the couple had twin boys who were off to college not to far from home and the other kid was heading off as well after he graduated. Jun grabbed the last of his stuff, which wasn't that much, from the car and headed into the house while his new foster parents discussed a few things with his social worker. The blonde had already been directed to his room, he didn't need to bother the adults talking in the kitchen and headed up to his new room himself to place down the rest of his things. Apparently after the twins had moved out their room was turned into a study for the lady of the household so he had to settle for sharing a room with their youngest son, which he didn't mind as long as the other kid didn't mess with him. Jun had been in foster homes where there were jealous or self-righteous sons and daughters who would rather not share a home with a complete stranger. Jun wondered what kind of person his new roommate would be but he hadn't wondered long before he was called down by his social worker and ran downstairs to say his goodbyes. "Take care kid and call me if anything happens or you need someone to talk to." His social worker departed before embracing Jun in her arms, she had always been so patient with him and he grew to love her for that. The blonde turned his head to his new caretakers as they began to settle him in, discussing rules of the house and their son that he'd share a room with as well as a school. They also informed him that they could also come to them if he had any concerns or troubles, it was a nice offer though he learned to never take peoples words to seriously. Sometimes people say one thing but they only say it out of courtesy and to seem polite. "Both me and my husband work so sometimes you might not see us here. No worries though, you'll have your new roommate to keep you company if we aren't here. He'll be home soon so why don't you finish unpacking in your room." The blonde nodded and went upstairs to finish unpacking but his idea of unpacking was to throw his bag in the corner of the room and get settled on his bed. It wasn't long until Jun got curious and started to look around the room, just to get a feel of his new roommate.

Summary: Miyagi receives a phone call from the naughty Shinobu. The phone call makes Miyagi to have a "hard" day. When he arrives home, he makes Shinobu pay for that. Status: Complete Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own Junjou Romantica. That honor belongs to it's creator Nakamura Shungiku. This was written for a Table Prompt (Erection) over at lover100 on livejournal. ************* It started out as an average day for Miyagi You at Mitsuhashi University where he taught Japanese Literature. He'd given his classes a variant of an exam, all of which he'd be taking home over the weekend to correct, at least the short essay questions, for the rest of the exam had been done using a bubble sheet to which he would use the scan-tron to correct that portion. While there had been a number of questions on Matsu Basho, there were a considerable number of other questions not directly or even indirectly about that particular seventeenth century poet. In between classes he ran the first couple of classes scan-tron sheets through the machine, it was quick and efficient and allowed him extra time to just sit back in his chair and light up a cigarette and took a long drag as he took a moment to relax. Any minute now he was sure that his assistant would come in and complain about the cancer stick, he'd grown even more irritating since shacking up with that medical student of his. Closing his eyes as he took another drag his cell began ringing, the ring tone, Addicted by Saving Abel letting him know just who was on the other end of the line. I'm so addicted to all the things you do When you're rollin' round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It's unlike anything, when you're lovin' me Before the entire ring tone repeated itself Miyagi had flipped it open, "Hello Shinobu-chin. Aren't you supposed to be in class over at Teito?" He could almost hear Shinobu's adorable little scowl as the young man asked, "Alzheimer's' already Miyagi?" To which he himself frowned. "What are you talking about Shinobu-chin?" He leaned over his desk to crush out his cigarette. "I told you last night, I only had morning classes today as the afternoon ones were canceled, because the professors had to be at a meeting." Miyagi stood up and walked over to the couch, "And what are you doing now Shinobu-chin?" "Laying down." "Are you not feeling well?" He asked as he was about to sit down, his eyes just about popping out at Shinobu's next words. "On your bed...and I'm not wearing anything." Miyagi plopped down on the couch, mouth agape trying to think of something coherent to say. "Damn it Shinobu-chin, I'm at work and I can't drop everything right now." "Did I ask you to?" Running his free hand over his face he sighed, "No, but then why would you call to tell me that?" "So that you know, when you do finish work and get home, I'll still be here, waiting for you Miyagi." On the other end of the line, Shinobu's face was turning beet red, the color going all the way up to the tip of his ears. "I c-can't wait u-until y-you get home a-and th-thrust your b-big c-cock inside m-my e-eager little h-hole." As his Shinobu-chin had continued speaking, Miyagi's lips had felt like they'd gone dry, with his tongue - he moistened them, clearing his throat with a cough. Even though the young man seventeen years his junior had stuttered a few of his words, it was nevertheless erotic. The words were arousing as his pants had begun to feel a bit tight with the last few words his young lover had uttered coupled with the fact that Shinobu-chin was naked on his bed, for he'd never known Shinobu to be dishonest. Well no, that wasn't quite true, but his smaller lover hadn't been able to hide the truth, which meant he couldn't really lie well at all and probably rarely if ever tried except perhaps by omission. Glancing toward the door to his office with midnight blue eyes, seeing it was closed he leaned back against the cushions, asking, "What else Shinobu-chin?" The young man with short dirty blond hair hadn't exactly thought his call through, but he managed to reply, though some of his words were stuttered. "Miyagi," he spoke softly, slowly on the phone to try and not stutter and so he had time to think too, "you'll run your fingertips over my body, slowly, twisting my nipples," he moaned over the phone. "Shinobu-chin? Are, are you touching yourself?" "Y-yes...I'm imagining its you, here, touching me, g-getting ready to f-fuck me." Miyagi groaned at those words, a tent pitching in his pants, making him so fucking uncomfortable as he imagined sinking his cock into Shinobu. "Fuck, Shinobu-chin, you're really going to get it, hard, when I get home later." Shinobu's whimper only caused Miyagi to groan again, wishing it were the end of the day already so he could be home with his young, eager and waiting lover. The next few hours were going to be hell to get through, certain that they would drag. "Miyagi," Shinobu sighed softly, "how deep can you go? When you get home, lets find out." He would never have suspected Shinobu could have such a dirty way with words, but it was so damn arousing, his erection ached, straining against the material of his pants. He was about to unbutton when he heard footsteps outside the door, his eyes flying to it he watched the doorknob turn. Standing up he hurried back over to his desk, sitting in his chair hurriedly before the evidence could be witnessed by whomever was about to enter the room. "I'll see you after work," and hung up, his words rushed as Kamijou Hiroki and the departments head, Takatsuki-san appeared, stepping into the room. Takatsuki-san smiled at Miyagi, "Hello Miyagi-kun. I and Kamijou-kun were just discussing this weekends upcoming conference in Honshu." He had completely forgotten about that and that the three of them were supposed to get together for lunch, which was in about twenty minutes. One brow twitched, praying that his erection would be no more by then. If it had just been Kamijou in the room he would have stood up and left for the bathroom to take care of his condition. However in front of their boss, it was an all together different story and at one time their boss had been his father-in-law making the situation so much worse. He'd be bound to ask questions he wasn't prepared to answer. "I was just finishing scanning these scan-tron sheets for my morning classes," he didn't want them to realize he'd completely forgotten about their meeting, only because that damn little brat had called and been too fucking sexy on the phone. Kamijou on the other hand looked at him sharply, suspiciously taking note of Miyagi's twitching brow. The little devil assistant of his turned to the dean, "Sir, do you have the Tsukayo file with you?" The dean blinked and double checking he turned to the meticulously clean desk of Kamijou Hiroki, setting his briefcase on the surface to rummage through it, allowing Miyagi enough time to stand and don his knee length coat. It was a lucky thing it was so long so that he could hide the embarrassing evidence of his arousal, though he noticed Kamijou's silent snicker. Takatsuki-san, "It looks as though I do have the Tsukayo file Kamijou-kun. Although is there a reason we need it?" Miyagi, "Actually, there is. Tuskayo has decided to attend the conference this weekend." A weekend he knew Shinobu wasn't going to be happy about, since they wouldn't be together for an entire two days and three nights. Which meant that tonight he'd just have to screw Shinobu to exhaustion to try and make up for those nights they would miss. It wasn't long after that, that the three of them left the building of Mitsuhashi University, everyone riding in Miyagi's vehicle to arrive at the designated restaurant for that day's meeting. The dark haired man in his mid-thirties however had found walking from his and Kamijou Hiroki's shared office to the parking lot where his car awaited difficult, each movement causing him to become all the more aware of his still aroused state. He couldn't get it out of his head the things that Shinobu had told him over the phone, even though his father was sitting right next to him in the front passenger seat of his car with Kamijou behind them. Anytime he felt himself starting to go limp, Takatsuki-san would bring up his son and that would lead back to Miyagi's conversation with him, but only in his head thankfully otherwise things could have become awkward and tense had he spoken his thoughts aloud. All throughout their meeting, before, during and after they ordered, he continued to shift uncomfortably in his seat across from the Dean of Mitsuhashi's Literature Department and Kamijou. He scowled warningly at his subordinate as the short brunette dared to smirk at him knowingly. He'd get the little devil back. He leaned over the table, "Kamijou, do you mind if I borrow your cell, mines batteries seem to have died and I need to message someone real quick, its very important." Kamijou, probably thinking it was Shinobu whom Miyagi wanted to message gave a sideways glance to their boss whom happened to be Shinobu's father. Perhaps if it had been anyone else in the world the cinnamon brown eyed brunette would not have lent Miyagi the cell, more than likely out of fear for what could happen. Miyagi however upon flipping the phone open looked quickly into Kamijou's contacts list and seeing Kusama Nowaki as the first name on the list he clicked that to send a text message. 'Tonight use me as your toy and show me how a real man fucks.' Closing the phone he handed it back to his assistant whom eyed his satisfied smirk with a frown and his usual furrowed brows questioningly as he slipped it into his pants pocket. It was only too bad he wouldn't be witness to the scene that would cause.

Summary: Naruto, Sakura, Sai and Yamati arrive at Orochimaru's Hideout, Team 7's reunion with Sasuke. Naruto tries to convince the stubborn raven-haired to come back to the Leaf village. When suddenly Naruto and Sakura give up, the new and improved team 7 heads off back towards the Leaf. However, Naruto left like he had lost a brother. Before Sasuke left, they, along with Shikamaru, Kiba and Choji were the best friends. But how can he, a secretly bisexual teen ninja, ever find someone to fill that hole? Status: Discontinued --------------- Chapter 1: Screw It -thoughts- "quotes" Pairing: KibaNaru Song to Listen to While Reading this Chapter: Selena Gomez & The Scene - Middle of Nowhere Naruto's POV: BOOM! I heard a loud explosion. -What the hell was that?- I rushed around the corner down another 2 hallways until I saw Sakura, Sai, and Capt. Yamato staring up at about a 45 degree angle. I ran towards them as fast as I could. "Sakura, whats wrong?" I stared at her for a long time but no response. "Naruto..." I heard a familiar voice say. Thats when I realized that I should be looking at what they were looking at. I looked up and there I saw him. Sasuke, my rival/best friend. "Sas...u....ke?" Was all I could bring myself to say. "So where is Kakashi?" Sasuke said "I always remember him being late to every one of out meetings." "You, I have just one thing to ask you." I said. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT KILL ME THAT DAY AT THE VALLY OF THE END???? WE HAD A BOND!!! DIDN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?" "It did mean something to me." He said. "But then after the whole thing with the invasion of the Sand and Sound villages you got really annoying. I could not even take it anymore. And now it is my job to sever that bond!" I just stood there dumbstruck. -so all of this time I had been training this hard for nothing?- "How could you Sasuke?" I heard Sakura yell, scaring the hell outta me. "I can't believe that I actually liked you!" -What the hell is Sakura doing? Is she on my side?- "I take every thing good I said about you! Your nothing but a big asshole to every one." I chose that it was time that I should join in on the chewing out! "And your constant bitching about how your gonna kill your brother? All I have to say to that is: Honey its been 3 years since you told me that and ZOMG! Look he is still alive! So screw you and everything that your stand for! I really don't give a crap if you let Orochimaru have your body! I hope that when you die, you rot in hell!" That was the most worse thing that I have ever said. I felt tears rolling down my eyes. Sakura kept going on though cause lets be honest girls can go on and on about how much they hate stuff. "Naruto, Capt. Yamato, Sai, lets get outta here. We came here to look for a friend but I guess that he died." The 4 ninja lept out of sight and into the trees. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I KNOW THAT THIS WAS KINDS SHORT BUT WELL THERE IS YOUR 1ST CHAPTER! :3 YOU GUYS CAN PROBLY GUESS THAT I HATE SASUKE. YEAH I DONT LIKE HIM AT ALL >_> I DID IN THE BEGINNING OF THE ORIGINAL SERIES, BUT AFTER THE GARRA MISSION WHEN HE KNOCKED THE APPLES OUTTA SAKURA'S HAND HE JUST BECAME A BIG ASS. EVEN THOUGH THAT THERE WAS NO LOVEY DOVEY PARTS IN THIS CHAPTER, LEMON WILL BE ON THE WAY! BUT ANYWAY, REVIEWS ARE WANTED!

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.

[color=#FFFFFF][font=palatino linotype][color=#ff3333][u]Summary:[/u][/color] This is the second part of Shi no Zetsubou, 50 Shades of Despair. Shirahane Gin takes on a journey in order to find Kou. But will he, or it is already too late? [b]Previous part:[/b] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D"]link.[/url] [color=#ff3333][b]Status: [/b][/color]On-going [i]Chapters: [/i][/font][/color][font=palatino linotype] [/font][font=palatino linotype][size=1]* [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/38764-%5Bsalvation%5D#post951292"]Slumber[/url] * [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/38764-%5Bsalvation%5D#post951570"]The Library[/url][/size][/font] SLUMBER. I loved, and I lost. Probably that's how mortals are, all of them – all of us. Somewhat I began to understand that we, regardless of race and species, we always find ourselves on that boundary – where the line of 'All you have' and 'All I want' is clearly drawn. But what I cannot grasp is, why that line could never cross in between? Why all I want can never be all I have? Most of us misunderstand many things. I wonder if my desires and needs are just another misunderstanding. Albeit, I came to realize that the most greatest misunderstanding we are not aware of , is 'the misunderstanding of oneself'. I wish..I understood myself sooner... A loud thud resounded in a cold, dark room; a room that had nothing special for the remark, one could say – pretty ruined and dusty. The ceiling has been cracked, clearly tortured by water during the rainy season. As for the walls, they could barely hold the weight of the bricks and wooden blocks. Even so the room was still a room, no matter how torn and cracked it was. Shirahane's body crawled against the dusty floor, his pants being torn whenever a crooked nail standing above the floor tangled in the pants' fabric. His lips met a few times the dust, particles getting into his airway resulted a few rhythmic coughs. His chest could barely catch up with the painful inhales. Different images were coming and going, he couldn't keep up with such an amount of information. In between secrets, knowledge, curses, spells, truths and lies, his mind somewhat picked on a memory he was never aware of. [ - Why are you crying, Shirahane Gin? ] - the voice in his head resounded a dozen of times, it beckoned his attention despite all the flood happening inside his mortal's head. [ - I am sorry. ..Just..] - Gin's eyes started to hurt but swore he, that was his own voice in a memory he never saw before. [ - Just? ] [ - Just, why are you here?] [ - I am here to take the pain away. ] The sentence alone made him aware of the agony embracing his slender body, the male rolled abruptly and harshly on his back, his coughing preventing him from talking to himself, “What am I..?” [ - Are you sick?!] - his own voice jolted the bits of energy left in his body to keep him awake, why he was screaming again? [ - Yes, I am sick. People like you make me sick, disturbing the natural flow.] Shirahane's hand traveled down to his chest, squeezing just right where his heart felt like bursting, bursting in stillness. [ - I am sorry. ...Somewhere between the layers of difference, I lost myself. ] - Gin's eyes felt like burning, his body was demanding of him to close them. Yet again, could he still make it to the last dot of this memory? [ - Why do you exist, Death? ] [ - Life. Life is my purpose.] [ - Life?] - Shirahane's head felt like bursting, the only thing keeping him away from blacking out was the need to know, to know what that memory meant. [ - Tell me, do you believe in Fate?] [ - No, why should I believe in something that never returns the favor?] [ - Do you believe in God?] [ - Isn't it partly the same as Fate..?] - Gin's green eyes opened, his gaze losing itself into the height of that ruined by time ceiling, through the cracks he could see the stars yet again it felt as he could never see the sky. [ - Then, do you believe in me, Shirahane Gin?] [ - In you?] [ - Yes, in me. Death.] [ - I guess. After all, we all die, don't we?] [ - Very well. Then I will return the favor.] - the last words echoed in his slipping away conscious. Gin's clenched hand relaxed and head nodded slightly to side. It was impossible to keep feeling the agony of becoming what the world feared the most. The room became quiet again, as if no one disturbed the time's judgment, as if no one would stop the time from ruining it further, as if no one would rebuild and fix what had to be fixed. No star could pledge, no wind could embrace – a body just in the middle of an old room, Shirahane Gin's slumber came to be. From the far yet near, steps tapped upwards the stairs. Calm and harmonized, whoever walked the staircase seemed to be like a skilled companion of silence. Once the steps made it to the room where Gin's body laid unconscious, a heavy sigh resounded. - … - quiet to what was before, the figure moved closer to Shirahane taking a crouching pose. Once hands came down, a glove was dropped near the body followed by another glove. Then soon after they were adjusted on Gin's hands yet the figure never spoke, more like, no words could be said. When things were more than obvious and clear, words somewhat looked as these fake decorations rich people liked to bid on. Fake and meaningless. Long hair caressed Gin's cheeks when the person lowered more to adjust position for a lift, soon the body fitted in strong arms - Samael's arms. The angel of Death walked out the room with Shirahane in arms, his silver eyes looked deeper and darker than the night sky outside. What he always wanted to avoid was to carry another body, to see another soul torture, to teach cruelty and truth. The male disappeared into these dark corners, leaving the room as crumbled as before, leaving it be a room a bit more.

[color=#808080][font=Courier New]Summary: [/font][/color][color=#ffffff][font=Courier New]The diary of a seme, Death. "死の絶望" [shi no Zetsubou; The despair of death] is actually a new version/re-release of 50SoD. I dropped the old version, but I will keep the main idea and the characters. The story of a Death God and a mortal.[/font][/color][color=#808080][font=Courier New] Status: [/font][/color][color=#ff9933][font=Courier New]Completed [/font][/color] [color=#ffffff][font=courier new]CONTENT [update 14th of August, 2016]: [/font][size=1][font=arial narrow]* [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D#post745675"]The man with no beliefs[/url] * [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D#post745999"]Cognizance[/url] * [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D#post747310"]Funny how Irony is similar to Comedy[/url][/font][/size][/color][size=1][font=arial narrow] [color=#ffffff]*[/color] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D#post748485"]Reasons[/url] [color=#ffffff]*[/color] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D#post749358"]The Day I Died[/url] [color=#ffffff]*[/color] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D#post751334"]Death Wish[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page2#post753281"]A Trace[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page2#post755855"]The hotel[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page2#post756314"]The Dormitos[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page2#post756676"]A Nightmare[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page2#post757393"]Memories Part 01[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page3#post757932"]Spiritus[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page3#post759086"]Casa Crux[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page3#post759611"]Memories Part 02[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page4#post760098"]Bravery or Selfishness[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page4#post760909"]Disconnected[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page4#post762736"]Rababada[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page5#post766199"]Desiderium[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page5#post767913"]The jurar[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page5#post769823"]The Albus God[/url] [color=#ffffff]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page5#post770555"]Messorem Kou - The Birth of Death Part 01[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page6#post773066"]Messorem Kou - The Birth of Death Part 02[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page6#post773601"]The Vow[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page6#post776289"]Princeps[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page7#post776706"]During Raining Nights[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page7#post778077"]Angel Passion[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page8#post789265"]A choice with no regrets[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page9#post800247"]Connection[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page9#post803609"]A truth to dare[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page10#post813832"]To Discover Part 01[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page10#post814503"]Love is not Knowledge, it is Existence[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]*[/color] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page10#post814878"]Aurora[/url] [color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][/color][/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page10#post824690"]Different Reality[/url] [color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][/color][/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page11#post825300"]Agony[/url] [color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][/color][/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page11#post825456"]Lust 01[/url] [color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][/color][/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page11#post825700"]Auburn[/url] [color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF][color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][/color][/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page12#post831101"]Dreams[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page12#post834875"]Regret[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page12#post841299"]Gluttony 02[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page13#post929070"]Beyond Terra[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page13#post929532"]Greed and Four More[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]* [/color][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page13#post934568"]To Discover Part 02[/url] [color=#FFFFFF]*[/color] [url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page13#post950466"]His name was, for his greatness is[/url] [/font][/size][color=#FFFFFF][font=&quot]*[/font][/color][font=&quot] [/font][size=1][font=arial narrow][url="http://www.yaoiotaku.com/forums/threads/22634-%5Bre-release-of-50sod%5D/page13#post950833"]The Blade[/url] [/font][/size] The man with no beliefs. I always existed in that place, there, right beside humans. Observing and knowing them. It became as natural as the spirit force that flowed through my body. And all came undone before I could even realize it, before I could even protest. But above all, the most that had shaken my whole being was one mortal's way of tearing apart the threads of fate. He denied in acceptance, he loved in hatred, and he found joy in despair. Such a mortal was the one that captured my interest, the interest of Death. That, by the way, was one of the most dangerous facts that could ever exist in our solar system. You picked a read, I saw. And exactly what read you opened, should be mentioned that it's my dairy. The dairy of Death. I am very old and tired, and your interest towards Death and Life holds no importance for me, in fact, it's an inefficient detail. Whether you believe or not, at the end it's me who reaps what one sows. I invite you to my world, where all reasons are left behind. Where your deeds do not thrill me off my throne. I got fed up with the mortals need to find 'the answer', nicely put though. They always seemed to need a justification, a proof. When all was just a temporary fact, memory, call it - a momentum. Even their needs and proofs. But there was one mortal. Yes, that mortal. His question differed, enough for me to take a liking to him. The name was Shirahane Gin. The night was breezy and warm, the summer humidity. I remember clearly that sky, it had no cloudy scars, no starry treasures. It was only the ever so lonely moon. Its silver rays reflected in that deep, black lagoon of the ocean's. It was one of the few nights I had some time to take 'a breather'. As for the town, it had its own history. Small town with nothing exceptional, if we don't count that famous 'Uncle Bob' restaurant that seemed to be the rage back then. The crashing waves into the cliff were playing a nice tune for my ears, when suddenly a fragrance beckoned me. I knew that fragrance's meaning. Such a thing occurred only when a mortal invited me before their time would come, or humans called that 'a suicide'. Each mortal had their timer set and when the last second ran off, there was that pale, white thread I had to tear off their soul. That thread is named 'Albus'. Whenever a mortal decided to tear it by force, there is an alarming and tempting fragrance which only I can sense. And why should I stop myself? It is a fragrance with the pure purpose to lure me. It took me less than a minute to find its source. That sweet vanilla aroma, it was such a sweet and pure soul. I found myself before that house, with self-restrains fading off. The place wasn't something fancy. And the light was flickering so weakly from inside, as if synchronous with the life that was about to cling onto my cold arm. I've seen enough of forced deaths, to be able to judge with a glance why the soul has chosen that end. And of course, my deduction didn't get late that time. I knew two things right away - he was very lonely and very beautiful. Who wouldn't pick the most beautiful flowers in the garden? Of course even I can be tempted by beauty and purity. He was sleeping away his last dream, with no trace of worry, not even a regret. My gloved hand reached on its own to caress that smooth skin across his cheek. Still warm, he was. But then I got curious to see his last dream. I wanted to see why he demanded my appearance, why he was in a need of me. Why he rejected Life. I lowered down, setting my forehead against his, curiosity got the best of me. That mortal's dream, I wanted to see it so badly. ------------------------*** - Don't 'nah' me. I am worried, ya' know? You seem so off lately. Say, when you lastly took a break? And how about when you last ate? You sink yourself into the pool of work. It's so annoying to watch you this way. - a young male seemed to scold Shirahane. - I am good, really - but the faint smile couldn't hide well the lie. The beautiful male looked as if given up on life, but still holding onto one single thing ... his friend's care. - Geez, is it because of him? - What are you saying? Of course it's not. - Right. Well, let's enjoy the club's program tonight. - carelessly his friend lifted the glass up to empty it. By chance a waiter passed by them and Shirahane really had some need of cold water, not really feeling well. -Excuse me, er, can I have a glass of water, please? - a flash of kind smile, the male gave an aura of well mannered businessman. - Yes, of course, sir! I will get it right away, sorry for the messy schedule today. It's because of the VIP guest we are to welcome. - all excited the waiter gave the feeling that some really important person was to drop by the club. - V..VIP guest? - Shirahane frowned up, not quite catching up. - Yes! You can actually go downstairs and hopefully will be lucky to get signature! With all the crowd tonight, ahahaha, it's crazy around! - ... Can I ask... about the name? - he already knew it, after all, it was his dream and his worst nightmare. - Ah, it's Ryuji K. There it went, that suffocating feeling. What was again, why it had to happen? It was 5 years now, he did so well so far... trying to forget his only love. - I..I...I must.. - in the hurried gesture to get up, he spilled his beverage down but the agony slamming into his heart was stronger. It was screaming for danger, but he didn't know why it felt so terrifying to him. - Sir? - Shirahane? What's wrong, dude? Both of the males stared at the panicked beauty as his mind went blank. He had to get away, fast. As he made his way to downstairs before it was too late, the tiredness said its word. His vision got blurry, he felt like throwing up. Of all the damned times, he had to lose strength now? Quit kidding! Gin made a few more steps, trying to avoid being crashed from the crowd and desperate to reach the exit. In the hurry, he didn't even hear his friend calling his name from behind. A little more, but not. Something was different in that dream, he knew that dream. But now it felt different, it was scarier and somehow 'unknown' to his subconscious. The final reach for the door, he was so close. But a sudden bump from the excited crowd got him lose balance and stumble to side. He swore to himself, he was losing conscious and to top it - in the middle of some beast-like crowd. But as said, something was different. He felt the coldness of a hand slide against his hip before he gave to his black out. Why it felt so safe in such a cold embrace? The last thing he could hear was the loud screams of the crowd. "Ah, so Ryuji is already here...", mumbled with last strength he gave in to the powerless self. - You... - Shirahane's friend stood there, obviously not liking the person who caught Gin, as a result he reached hand to grip onto Shirahane's arm, - Let him go. A firm stare was the reply to the demand, a stare that Ryuji would never make before his fans. But what was more, he averted his eyes, to stare at the unconscious Shiragane, as if already knowing that 'sleeping face', in fact, he has only seen that sleeping face. - No. - What... you bast-...! - disturbed by the cold and empty gaze of Ryuji, he felt that it was better to shut up. As if his senses were alarming for danger. Was it actually Ryuji? - I will take care of him, you can rest assured. - ... If.. if you hurt him, Imma seriously get you for that, Ryu! - Heh, I'd like to see you try. - with cocky chuckle the male made his way out the club, not giving a damn about the screaming and over-excited crowd. . . . . . A slight flinch, Shirahane was coming to it. His subconscious and conscious making the border again. His mind was a complete mess, but that fragrance. What it was? Ocean breeze and....vanilla? His green eyes made a motion for a wake up, the cheek of his feeling smoothness of cold skin. As soon as he realized he was laying on top of a man's chest, he got up like burned by fire. " Wha-what!!?...", his voice unable to scream his question, but yet his eyes meeting the sleeping face of Ryuji. He couldn't believe it. Was it a dream? It should be a dream, right? The male got so confused with what was reality and what not, that his tears ran down. Heck he gave what was reality. Even if it was a dream, he preferred to not wake up if he could be near that man. But come to think of it, Ryuji looked so beautiful. More than he could imagine or more like something unreal? A stinging pain crawled up his heart again, so it was a dream? There was that light coming from the small window, gentle light. Shirahane didn't really paid attention to it, but the coldness of that sleeping face. So peaceful. His own tears at the edge of landing down onto Ryuji's chest, not fully aware that his last seconds were being counted down. That was it. The beautiful tear smashed against the bare and cold chest of Ryuji. The sleeping male was about to wake up and that was a reason for the naive Shirahane to panic. " What do I do? God, what to do...I look like pervert...Ah!" , he came up with the most childish thing ever, pretending he was still asleep. But as he knew it already, that dream was different. A small grin spread across the lips of Ryuji. That was the moment when the dream was no longer such. I wondered, should I watch him a bit more? He looked so fragile onto my chest. The only thing I could see was the trembling shoulders of his. But my cold chest felt so warm, something that I never knew as a sensation. The touch of a human's tear. - Why are you crying, Shirahane Gin? There was that moment of sweet silence, until the stubborn mortal decided to face me. I thought if I could take the image of his most loved one, it'd be easier. But humans could actually run from what they loved. And so did he. - I... I am sorry... just.. Ah, he finally sat up and showed me his off expressionless face. It was so hard to tell what he felt when he was sleeping, but once I got in his dream - I saw and felt all the pain. - Just? -Just... why are you here? That was a question I have never been asked as Death. Why am I here? Why do I exist? That human really caught me off guard and truly, I liked it. Even though, he didn't know I wasn't his beloved Ryuji. - I am here to take away the pain. - Take away the pain? Are you kidding me? And then he got angry, but it was understandable. He was having a nightmare, actually the worst nightmare a human could have. - I am afraid not. I should be the one asking, why are you here? - What...do you mean by why am I here? You brought me here! So funny it was, to dispute with a mortal. I couldn't hold my chuckle and I knew that the Albus was about to be torn whether I wanted it or not. - Shirahane, it's you who demanded me to come. And I am afraid, I can't just leave. - ... Are you sick!? He got up and I suppose he felt the danger surrounding him. His time was up and all his being was telling him to run from me. But you can't cheat or run away from Death. I easily grasped that thin and fragile arm of his. I felt that anger I haven't felt for decades. - Yes, I am sick. People like you make me sick, disturbing the natural flow. Forcing your way out of the cycle. What are you thinking? Fate is not something to play with, kid. His eyes startled at me, he was like slapped. I suppose I forced his memories within the dream-realm and he knew what he did. He was actually a very neat doctor who injected himself with some overdose, to die in his sleep. The only thing I couldn't see was actually the source of his pain. That man was the walking despair. And I never ever have seen such a pure despair. - Hah... so... it's not a dream, huh... I am...actually dead? - Basically you are about to be dead. But I suppose you fulfilled one of your goals. Ah, I didn't mean to say that. But there was something in him. He denied me, he denied fate. And his fear was less and less, until I felt only emptiness. - So... why am I seeing you? Are you Death? He was clever, rather with quickness of mind. And I liked it, again. Such an attractive human, he was tempting me in each aspect. - I am what you make me to be. I am your biggest fear, apparently is this mortal named Ryuuji. - Right... Well, what are you waiting for, Death? Do you like to have chitchats with losers like me? That was annoying, perhaps it was his goal to make me annoyed so it ended faster. But I was too old for such tricks, so I just tilted my head to side for a quick inhale-exhale moment. - Fool. - Eh? - You are a fool despite your beauty and purity. What a paradox, but I guess the world itself is a paradox. Shirahane Gin, the only reason to stand here and listen to your dismal feelings is merely because of courtesy. If your time was up by the natural flow of things, I wouldn't give a damn about your afflicted by despair life. So you should know your place when you speak to me. I guess I broke the thin wall of his pretend. He stumbled to the floor, his arm raised up only because my grip was there to hold on. And he should have been glad about it, the reason Albus was still there was because of my touch. - I am sorry... I.. I just don't know what is supposed to be good and bad, happy or sad. Somewhere between the layers of difference I lost myself. I asked many times why do I exist...but I never could figure... And seemly, God abandoned me... Tell me, Death... do you know? Do you know why do I exist? Why do we exist? Why..do you exist, Death? Merely talking about it, no wealth, no ruin, no silver and no gold could satisfy me. I had no use of them. I existed purely for the souls. But then, I existed...,in that single damned by the God and the Devil moment, purely and solely for that soul, Shirahane's soul. His eyes were tired of crying. So dry. His soul was skinned off by despair. So nude. And I resigned. I resigned that contract. - Life. Life is my purpose. - ... Life? But... you are--- - Death. But tell me, doesn't your God exist to save you from the Devil? I knew he was faithless, but yet no soul could lie to me. So he spoke up. - Suppose so.. - Listen, Shirahane Gin. If you always want to drink from the glass with happiness and sweetness, it would poison you. Too sweet gets to turn into bitterness. Life is the same way, pain is required to grasp the real meaning of it. While I... I am what takes the pain away. I can always show you what you desire, but it'd be a pure product of your beliefs. Tell me now, do you believe in Fate? - No. Why should I believe in something that never returns the favor? Fate never believed in me, to give me the chance to turn my life the way I wanted to. - Do you believe in God? - Isn't partly the same as Fate..? - Then... do you believe in me, Shirahane Gin? - In you? - Yes, in me. Death. - ... I.. I guess so. After all, we all die, don't we? I liked that answer, I admit. He was stubborn. He was a fighter. I wanted him in my deadly embrace, but yet that man believed in my existence. Life would always deny me as God denied him. But even God could die, and it was a matter of time before I reap him too. Yet that simple man there, he was firmly staring at Death into the eyes with nothing but his despair. - Very well. Then I will return the favor. - What? - You heard me. You will live. Don't disappoint me, mortal. If you ever give up, I will devour your soul forever. That shall be my decision. Go ahead and show me what else you believe in, Shirahane Gin. - Wait! I--- And I let go of Albus, fixing the thread in a very unique way. I also have Albus. But instead of a single thread, I have threads as much as the lives I've taken. His thread was connected to immortality, to my threads. But who knew that the man who held no beliefs, could believe in Death? Shirahane Gin, what an intriguing mortal.

Fuyuki Takanori or as his mother and close friends would call him, Fuyu, leaned idly against the building a few of his friends were occupying. It was night club that he had been dragged to, well not really against his will considering he loved drinking with friends as much as the next guy but when invited by a good friend to have a nice night out, one wouldn't appreciate the fact that they had been invited out just so that good friend could try and hook said one up with a guy he met through another friend. Honestly, just because Fuyu was gay and that sort of thing wasn't talked about much in japan without poking fun of the LGBT community didn't mean he couldn't find a guy for himself. Besides that Fuyu simply wasn't looking for a relationship though he did appreciate the fact that his buddy was thinking about him even if he went about it the wrong way. He wasn't wasted just a little buzzed, he hadn't planned to get drunk, he was mature enough to make the better decision when he had work the next morning. As his mother had once told him, 'only get wasted when you can afford to do so' and he could at times but tonight was not one of those nights. Fuyu reached into his back pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and then proceeded to light one after placing it between his chapped lips. He had an awful habit of licking and biting his lips. Fuyu had only stepped out of the club for a minute, he told his friends he needed to take a breathe and by that he meant he needed to smoke. a bad habit indeed that made it almost impossible for him to relax anywhere in a public building, restaurant, or nightclub even but standing in the cold winter night with his cigarettes was still worth it even if his ears were getting chilly. He made a mental note to buy earmuffs, they weren't very manly but whatever. It was better than his current situation, freezing in the snow. He checked the time, he could have stayed out for a bit longer but he really didn't want to see his probably already drunk friend push the blind date on him any further, it'd be pretty embarrassing actually. Fuyu decided he'd call it a night, it had been kinda fun even with the random guy tagging along who wasn't that bad but still. So the blonde started heading down the sidewalk, he'd text his friend later about his whereabouts but he'd probably not notice his absence anyway if he was already hammered. "You're leaving already?" The light blonde turned his head around to see the other gay guy he was suppose to hit it off with, well according to his good friend. "Oh...yeah tell Hajime I said night and thanks for inviting me out but I have work in the morning so I gotta call it a night." Fuyu turned back around and began walking away once more as the other called out to him. "I can at least give you a ride home." He considered it for not even a second, he was pretty sure that the guy was expecting something to happen between the two of them and even if not one night stands wasn't how Fuyu operated usually. Fuyu was more classical, he preferred a real connection with his partners and genuine feelings developing. "Ah no thanks, I'm just gonna take the subway but make sure Hajime doesn't get too wasted, he loves to go overboard sometimes. Night!" Fuyu waved off to the other guy as he headed down the snowy sidewalk, his cigarette almost burning out and a chill running down his spine. Not because he was cold but because something felt off, he wasn't sure why but it felt like he wasn't alone though he shrugged it off as paranoia. Honestly he shouldn't have been so stubborn and accepted the ride home.

Ba Sing Se was a busy place that never rested and with a large population of citizen's as well as a large group of refugees that were taking shelter from the Fire Nation. Dhama, a run away military officer and current thief, was walking the crowded streets of the refugee district. There was little soldiers or patrol to be seen around, no one in Ba Sing Se really cared for the refugee's, they were all mostly seen as a burden to their homeland and so naturally the citizens of Ba Sing Se left them for the wolves or pretended they didn't exists which was perfect for Dhama. Disguising himself as a refugee, no one bothered to look his way or pay him any attention and if anything they ignored him purposely because refugee's were an eyesore. Other refugee's also ignored him because all of them were trying to make it by on their own, they had more concerns over their own family's well being than another guy who lost everything because of the Fire Nation. It had also been a year and a half since he fled from his military duties, not many people would recognize him or at least regular soldiers wouldn't. Dhama, like the rest of the refugees, was walking through the outskirts of Ba Sing Se which were gradually less nice than the inner parts of Ba Sing Se and with more criminal activity. Which Dhama participated in, he knew stealing from refugee's wasn't going to get him much coin because most of these people had come into Ba Sing Se with nothing but from time to time he was able to spot himself something very nice such as the daggers the man he had been tailing was carrying around. Both looked quite valuable and crafted by professionals, he was only aiming to grab one of the daggers since the man he was tailing was less likely to notice one missing from his side though not for very long so he'd have to make a quick getaway and what better way than to get lost in the immense crowd of people. It was a perfect plan and even if his target did notice something he wouldn't be bale to catch him and none of the soldiers would care for a refugee's plea, the dagger would be sold within the hour. The raven haired male began walking closer towards his target as they both headed down the street towards the crowded market and when they were surrounded by a crowd of refugee's Dhama enacted his plan. He shoved past his pale victim, playing it off as an accident as he grabbed one of the daggers at his side. "Ah, excuse me." Dhama turned his head towards the pale guy for a brief moment, smiling lightly before turning his head back. He continued into the crowd making some distance between himself and the man he just robbed, the coin he'd get from the dagger would definitely be enough to get him out of Ba Sing Se. Dhama hated staying in one place for too long and Ba Sing Se had nothing more to offer him, he needed to move on to the next town and make bigger scores than stealing daggers off of people. After slipping out from the crowd of people the darkly toned man headed down an alleyway, the man he sold all his findings too in Ba Sing Se wasn't far from his location so he felt pretty good.

A story about a dude who can't sleep,──────────── ───────────────... and Sleep himself. ─── an original webnovel series ─── C. W. T. Lim © YaoiOtaku.com Exclusive

This is honestly just nasty porn because I wanted to practice and for some reason decided to be gross about it. There's no protection or proper procedure because they're stupid and I don't recommend following their lead please use protection and proper prep OTL But hopefully otherwise it's ok since it's been awhile and I'm kind of rusty. Some people came to bars to get tipsy and laid. Dresden came to bars to get smashed and fucked into the wall of some seedy bathroom. The air was stale and reeked of alcohol and vomit and sweat, and he'd have been fighting the urge to gag if his mouth wasn't occupied by some guy's fingers. His head was foggy, clouded up by a five-glasses-of-whiskey induced haze, and absolutely everything felt fucking amazing. His jeans were around his ankles, and as his boytoy of the night's fingers worked him open in fluid, rough strokes, Dresden's hips banged into the wall hard enough to bruise. His breathing had already gone ragged, and each time his cock rubbed against grimy tiles filthy and disgusting, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a groan tore from his throat. There wasn't much lower he could sink than this, he was sure. Drunk off his ass in a bar restroom with some guy he barely knew about to plow into him, this was the shit people spit on. In some corner of his mind, Dresden noted he'd probably get hot for that too—alcohol always had a special way of fucking him up. But there was decidedly less fucking going on right now than he wanted, and as the blond man's lips curled his teeth bit down on the fingers digging into his tongue. "Ow—are you trying to take them off?" It felt weird having so much freedom to move his jaw, to talk and have his words come out clear even through his pants. "You gonna do me or not asshole? I don't give a shit if it hurts." In fact, he was anticipating it. He could imagine the burn of being stretched too far, the searing pain muddled by hot pleasure, and if this fucker didn't want to give it to him then he'd find someone else. The other's breath was shallow, and Dresden could feel the puffs of air on his ear. A shiver wracked his body, and in a second flat he felt a hand tangling in his hair and then his cheek was being smashed against the wall. "I was going to be nice about this, but that's not what you're after tonight is it?" Dresden could hear the laughter hidden behind the man's words, but rather than a reply, he only graced the other with a glaring blue eye that was barely visible through the curtain of blond locks framing his face. Just get on with it. He was leaking already, smearing this grungy wall with more filth, and if this dick didn't give him want he wanted already— "My name's Aldric," his partner whispered, breaking Dresden's chain of thoughts. He tried to turn his head farther to really pin him—Aldric— with a leer, but the man's grip on his head was strong as hell. "The fuck do I care?" he growled, lacing his words with the venom he couldn't give with a stare. "So you know what you should be screaming." And then all at once Aldric slammed into him. Dresden's mouth fell open, but only choked sounds escaped. He could feel saliva dribbling down his chin, but he didn't give one goddamn shit about it because Aldric was brutal and relentless as he began pounding him into the wall. Dresden couldn't think straight, and when Aldric's hands both dug into his hips the blond braced himself against tile on pure reflex to keep from falling over. When thoughts started to become coherent again, Dresden made an attempt at swallowing before licking his lips, moving them around the word, "Al... Aldric." His hips began to push back, and while his timing was sloppy at first, he knew fell into rhythm when his whole world stopped as Aldric hit him just right. "Say it again," the other man rasped eventually, lips moving against Dresden's neck. His teeth dug into the soft flesh, and Dresden had to take a moment to process it would probably bruise an ugly black and blue. The thought alone drew out a low moan from the back of his throat. "Aldric," he finally responded, and he could feel the pace pick up. "Again," he demanded, shoving Dresden against the wall and ramming into him. Dresden released a shaky breath, "Aldric." "Again." "Aldric—" And then Dresden's thighs were trembling as he came, muscles taunt as white hot pleasure tore through his body all the way to his toes. Aldric's thrusts never ceased, and Dresden rode them out as he is nerves were alight with stimulus. Aldric's voice soon sounded in the distance, something like, "Can I...?" and Dresden managed a, "Fuck yes," before he felt the man spill inside him, filling him with liquid heat. It dripped down the inside of his thighs as Aldric pulled back, but Dresden was too blissed out to pay it any mind. He body felt spent and almost everywhere was throbbing, but the world was fuzzy and it wasn't just the alcohol in his system. He could never get enough of filthy sex in a shithole that would make anyone want to vomit. It didn't fully register that he was being guided to a stall until two strong hands were pressing his shoulders down onto a toilet. "I can't let you go looking like this, can I?" Aldric hummed, and Dresden realized this was the first time he got a good look at the guy's face. Not bad, dark brown eyes and hair a paler blond than his. A wry smirk tugged at his lips as he ran a hand through sweat soaked hair. "I dunno, I think just-fucked is a good look on me." Aldric chuckled, and his hand went to the inside of Dresden's knee. "Oh it is, but I wasn't talking about that." He lifted Dresden's leg and lowered himself onto his knees. "I was talking about this." The slick feeling of his tongue sliding over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, lapping up the cum that leaked out of him, was almost unbearable. Dresden's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of the toilet seat, head lolled back revealing the vast column of his throat. He was a shaking, trembling mess by the time Aldric was done, and he had neither the strength nor the will to resist when the man leaned over to give him one more love bite on the side of his neck. "I thought about giving you a rimjob too," he breathed, and Dresden shuddered. "But I want you to remember me when you wash it out later, and when you see all the marks I gave you." He began to withdraw, back straightening, until Dresden reached out and yanked him down by his shirt. Their mouths met in a messy clash of teeth, but Dresden shoved his tongue past Aldric's lips to mend it and they both separated out of breath and panting. "I come here every Friday at eleven. Ever fucked in a booth before?"

The day was like any other day. He woke up, fixed up his black hair, got himself cleaned, and got ready for work. He worked at a bar, alphas worked there, and omegas were the customers. Surprisingly enough, no one had seemed to notice that he was not an alpha. And he was glad that he was perfectly fine working in the place. The most upsetting thing that had happened, was that his heat had just recently started. And he was completely distraught on that topic. He just got on his shirt, pants, and exited his home. He ducked his head down and quickly made his way to the car. Not wanting to attract any alphas, or even betas. He climbed into his car, and drove off to his work. Sitting in the passenger seat for a moment, he groaned. Stepping inside, he heard his boss speak. "There's a new alpha working at our bar. Vincent, I woke like you to help him around," he heard his boss say. And the omega muttered a curse under his breath. Why did he have to look after the newbie? He just sighed and nodded. "Yes sir," he said lightly. He hoped that he would blend in with the other scents of the omega. And not be picked out by the alphas. He moved over to see the alpha. "Hello there, my name is Vincent," he said lightly. Holding out his hand for the other to shake. He hoped that looking out for the new alpha would be easy. Especially since he himself was in hest, and he knew it was going to be pretty complicated to try and go on through the bar without being noticed. At least the heat of a few omegas was helping cover up his own scent. "We have one rule at this place. Don't touch the customers. Yeah, they are omegas, and a few are probably in heat, but don't touch them," he said. A perky ear twitching as he shifted on his feet. He hated how his silver, white fur was prickling in and bothering him. He just had to make it through the day.

"I don't know what to say, this is my first yaoi story and I guess the plot speeds. but I hope you guys like it " Summary : Is the initial part of the story about Kaito as the main character. Atsumu Kaito, a popular man in the eyes of women and has a carefree and easy mingling were actually kept a secret which he always hide. However it was uncovered when Ryoma, students find most mysterious figure himself. The figure of demon with sharp nails, Devil ears and revealing the aura of hunger. What will happen now? Status: In progress --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Title: Uke or Seme? Author's Note: I am working on a Boys love/Yaoi full length novel(depends on what you want to call it ) This short story below has nothing to do with the current BL novel I am writing, they are not even in the same universe. My BL novel will be over 50,000 words and they are not even in the same genre and they are in no way connected to each other. The only reason why I am clarifying that is because I made posts on here talking about my BL novel project. Also, I have never been to Japan so this short story will not be as detailed to those who have had the luck of actually visiting or living in Japan. Sorry �� Summary: Brandon is a Japanese-American foreign exchange student studying abroad in Japan who is down on his luck, until he finds a way to make a living off of a game show he created for fun. Although there is nothing but comedy onstage, Brandon must deal with drama behind the scenes. Suddenly, Brandon finds himself playing the game of his life. Status: In Progress Warnings: violence, rape, crime, and drug abuse Chapter 1 “Two more months and we are out of this place,” Brandon said excitedly as he fell on onto his twin bed and turned on the TV. Nick who was topless rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his bed to look at a magazine. “Is that a gay magazine?” he asked in surprise as he got up and walked to the other side of the room. “So what?” Nick asked in his deep husky Japanese accent. “What the fuck dude have you seen your face?” Brandon shouted as he picked up a mirror on Nick’s dresser. “So what's wrong with my face?” Nick asked. “Nothing is wrong with your face that is the problem. You are the lost Asian Bronzed greek God, you won the fucking genetic lottery!” Branson said as he pointed at his stomach. It was true that Nick was the perfect amount of tan, the kind that was not too extreme but just right. “You know what the girls say in America? They say every time lightning strikes it means you got tan!” Brandon said. Brandon and Nick couldn't be more different from each other. Brandon looked plain and he had unkempt curly hair that covered his face that he rarely washed, and his pants were dirty most of the time from him helping his mom with the crops on their land. From an outsider perspective, people would have thought that Nick was hanging out with him out of pity. However, Brandon had a strong and confident personality, despite his weird look. Nick was the same height at Brandon six foot two to be exact, and he looked like he belonged on the cover of Calvin Klein physically. His nickname back in America was Klein Pop, because his classmates said he had a face that belonged in a kpop group and a body that belonged in a Calvin Klein underwear ad. “Look at your face Mr. Cute face with the masculine body,” he said as he waved the silver mirror in his face. “Hey be careful with that mirror, my boyfriend gave it to me,” Nick said. Brandon placed the mirror back on Nick’s dresser. “If I looked like you I would get all the girls,” Brandon sighed. “You would look good if you cut all that hair off covering your face and if you stopped dressing as if you are always hunting animals,” Nick said. Brandon sat beside Nick on his bed and sighed. Brandon’s side of the room was messy and had a cowboy hat. A Chuck Norris poster hung lopsided on the top of the bed. “Your side of the room is so neat it looks as if you plan on staying here,” Brandon said as he looked at his fancy shoes lined up around the bed. Brandon picked up a picture that was there of Nick and his boyfriend Todd. He lingered there for a couple of seconds and saw a recent picture of himself and Nick at the airport that was against his dresser mirror to the left of his boyfriend’s picture. “You are always so neat,” Brandon said as he turned around. “Whatever, one day you will let me give you a makeover,” Nick said as he picked up a comb. “If anything, I need a makeunder, my style is too unique and way of ahead of its time,” Brandon said. Nick picked up a blue spray bottle and sprayed him with it. “Hey what are you doing?” Brandon asked. “I want to cut that hair of yours now,” Nick cried as he playfully picked up the scissors from his hair box and walked towards Brandon who backed up towards his side of the room to get away from Nick. “Style must come into your life one of the see days, resistance is futile,” Nick said excitedly as he made a snapping noise with his scissors. “Oh ok Klein pop you want to play that game then?” Brandon said. “Ok, you win you can give me a makeover,” Brandon sighed. “Do you think I'm fucking stupid I know you are lying,” Nick laughed as he walked towards him. “I know I only said that as a distraction,” Brandon said. By the time Nick could speak he had already ran and picked up Nick’s magazine off his bed. “Try to cut my hair and the boys get destroyed,” Brandon said. “It's not a gay porn magazine,” Nick said as he folded his arms and attempted to advance. “Ha! Don't come any closer Klein Pop!” Brandon said. “Fine then, two can play that game,” Nick said as he picked up his smartphone. “Wait, wait, who are you calling on your phone?” Brandon asked. “Terra,” Nick said. “Wait!” Brandon said as he lifted his arm, and Nick was too quick he tried to push him down on the bed but they ended up falling on the floor instead with Nick falling on top of him. Brandon used his right hand to make the magazine go out of reach when it opened to an article with his boyfriend in it, but they both did not see it. Nick’s entire body was fully pressed to Brandon’s body now. “Hey don't call my girlfriend,” he said lightly. “I'm going to tell my sister that you are reading gay porn magazines,” he cried. “You think you are funny,” Brandon said as they wrestled on the ground. Brandon wrapped both his arms around Nick’s neck in an attempt to wrestle him away from the phone from him but instead it caused Nick to press against him more. Now Nick’s head was against Brandon’s shoulder. Brandon let out a slight moan which caused him to look at Nick in embarassment. Nick stared at while he was trying to push his hair back to cut it. That's when his phone started ringing. “Where is your phone?” Nick asked. “It's in my pocket can you get it for me?” Brandon asked. Brandon still had his arms around his neck. “Which pocket?” Nick asked as he felt up his pants while looking at him. Brandon felt Nick touch his hip. “Hey let go,” Nick said. “After you push the scissors away,” Brandon said. “ But they are on the ground.” “They are in your left hand that is by my hair, I know you are ambidextrous,” Brandon sighed. Brandon turned his head to the side as he watched Nick push the scissors under his bed. “You have so many pockets,” Nick said as Brandon felt Nick feel for the phone in his thigh area. He could feel hid heart skip a beat and even worse, he felt Nick’s heart beat fast against his left leg. “Oh here it is,” Nick said as he pulled the phone out of his left pocket. Brandon felt his arousal harden and he backed away from Nick. “Back up,” Brandon said in shock as he turned his back on him and looked down at his pants. “Do makeovers scare you that much?” Nick chuckled. “No its not that I need to go to the bathroom,” Brandon said as he ran down the hallway. “What could have caused this?” Brandon asked himself after he went into the bathroom stall. He rubbed his hand in his crotch and closed his eyes and saw Nick topless. “No what the fuck! Think tits man!” Brandon said. “It's ok Brandon you are just tired that's all. You had a test yesterday, stress can make you think of things you usually don't think of when you have a boner,” he said out loud to himself. Looking at the missed call, his eyes went wide, it was a missed call from his mom. His boner immediately went flaccid.

The warm, soft breeze had blown with gentle force past many bodies before it planted it's soft kisses on the cheeks of many. The bustling medieval market place housed stalls and tents of many kinds whilst the people of nearby farm villages and towns gathered to trade and barter goods for goods and goods for services. The people swarmed stalls like insects would swarm fallen honey or sweets and touched the products, poking and prodding them with their dirty, work worn hands. The cobblestone beneath the cloth wrapped and fully protected armored feet wore down every shuffle and every step from the beings using it to avoid direct contact with the uneven dirt it rested upon. The farmer's market was at this spot once every year, ready to serve anyone and everyone willing to pay their prices whether it be in gold or other wares. The guards of the capital were there was well, keeping an eye on the bustling crowd and ready to catch any lowlife who dares to step out of line. The guards walked in pairs as they patrolled the busy square, keeping an eye and ear out for any unusual sounds of scuffling and pinching. Two guards passed by an ally way on their way to complete their tenth round for that day, only the one closes to the opening took a quick glance inside the dark passage between the buildings before continuing on with his duty. Xanis peered his head out from behind a corner as he watched the shadows of the two men slowly fade as they walked away from the ally. The blonde half elf sighed relieved as he looked over to his friend who was almost holding his breath while he clutched stolen food under his ragged jacket. "It's clear." Xanis whispered, his deep purple eyes giving his friend the reassuring look the other needed. The younger male sighed relieved as well as he sank down to the ground and let the food fall onto a large wood plank. "Thanks Xan, I couldn't have done this without you." He said as he handed a roll of bread to Xanis after the blonde had sat down across from him. Xanis smiled and took the bread, tearing it in half and giving the other half back. "No problem Dread. I know how hard it is being an unholy wretch in the middle of an Elven run kingdom." He said smiling. Dread smiled back and gently took the bread and ate it slowly, savoring the taste of the yeast filled starch. "I just can't believe after so many years they decide to hunt hell hounds and shifters now." He said, his mouth slightly full of bread. Xanis nodded in agreement as he tore small bits off his own piece and slowly ate them. Dread looked up at Xanis. "You're technically royalty, maybe you could talk some sense into them?" He asked looking at his friend with hopeful brown eyes. Xanis shook his head. "Sorry Dread I can't. I would be shot on site. There's no room for Ambrosian Cursed in these lands anymore. You know I have been running from these people all my life I can't just waltz up and say hey I am royalty I want you to stop being such ass-tards to these hell hounds and shape shifters." Xanis said, mocking a gruff mannered nobleman. Dread couldn't help but giggle. Xanis smiled and looked at his friend, enjoying the sound of laughter coming from the other's lips; a sound he hasn't heard in months ever since the no hell hounds law had been passed. Ever since--. "Xanis?" Xanis blinked and looked at Dread who's voice had snapped him out of his thoughts. "Yeah?" He asked the other. Dread stared at his friend for a moment and shook his head. "Nothing, just worried about you. you've been going into thought a lot and dazing out. Even when it's a bad time. Is there something on your mind that you're not telling me?" He asked as he continued to eat small portions of the bread in his hands. Xanis sighed and shook his head. "No Dread, I'm fine. I'm just tired is all. Let's finish dinner at home ok?" Xanis suggested as he looked up at the other. Dread nodded and stood up, helping Xanis pick up the food before they walked toward the south end of the village. "Youknow you can tell me anything right?" Dread said looking over at the taller male. Xanis nodded. "I know Dread, I know. Let's just get home and eat and go to bed. We have a lot of foraging to do tomorrow before the winter months set in. We don't want it to be like last winter now do we?" Xanis asked smirking over at Dread. Dread shook his head. "No, but last winter wasn't that bad..well minus the frostbite." Dread has replied as he thought about the harsh months they almost starved to death. Then two had finally come upon a small hut just outside the town limits and Dread opened the door since he had less food in his arms. They both walked in and set the food on the table. Dread went over and closed the door, sliding the metal lock into place and moving the small rodent chewed sofa in front of the door. Xanis grabbed a small bread roll and an apple before walking over to a cot in the back corner of the room. He lay down on the stiff spring filled mattress and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the rusted coils under him repeatedly creak under his weight. He looked over at Dread and saw the young one did the same. He smiled. "Night Dread." He said. Dread smiled and looked over at Xanis. "Night Xan." Dread reached up and pulled a rope, a large dark sheet then fell and covered the only window around the whole shack, covering the two in safe and comforting darkness. Xanis ate a small amount of food before he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

My second story About Hijack,( note for Otaku, i haven't posted the first one here you can find that on my blog) for some reason I get shy when I write about passionate things ^/////^ I think it takes some kind mental push to get to do it. Anyway I tried my best and in every chapter I will try to get more into the intimate stuff. Well the story is a dark one, in every chapter there will be a little twist, or at least I try to add them. My skills are not much to speak off so it might not come out as smooth as I hope it to be. Feel free to leave feedback and thank you for reading. Hijack – Roses are red Violets are blue, Till death do us part and even after I will not let you Chapter 1: Just the two of us This story unfolds somewhere between 1941 and 1942, Nazi Germany now occupied almost whole Europe and Great Britain was about to fall. Cut off from the world it held its head high and the spirit under the people was strong. Many people made efforts to the war, in their own way. Jack frost was one of them, he was a painter and grew up in Jersey. To keep the spirit under the people high he made many drawings in which he made a parody out of the Nazi’s. But he was also famous for his eye to catch dreams and made them into a realistic paintings, he was nicknamed the dream catcher. Of course Jack was his time far ahead, he already knew from a young age that he liked boys better than girls. Of course society in its way was not ready for this type of love and so he got out casted to Jersey by his family. Where he lived his entirely life in Mansion Sundown. Since young age he always loved this boy, freckle’s and brown hair and big green eyes, this boy had a small frame and was often bullied. This boy was the son of the Gardner and of course it was requited love, his name was Hiccup. This is a story of love, despair and the darkness which resides in every human heart. The heart is the mirror of desire. And this desire which had set unfortunate events in motion. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh He opened his eyes and looked around, the curtains where closed and it didn’t looked like it was down yet. What is it Hiccup a muffled voice asked from underneath the sheets. Hiccup looked down and saw Jack lying against his side curled up “hey please put the sheets down I’m freezing here” Oh sorry Hiccup replied. So what was it Jack asked again while crawling halfway up the bed. I don’t know Hiccup said, he looked Jack into the eyes. For some reason I felt a sharp pain, Like for a moment It felt that I was death. Oh silly Jack replied, you have been staying up again, Come here jack signed. Jack gently grabbed Hiccups face and tugged it tight against his chest. Jacks Heartbeat was raging like a wild horse, does this sound like your death? Hiccup clearly heard Jacks heartbeat and in an instant he kissed him on the mouth. His tongue scraping against his, they both grew hard from this moment of passion. Jack whispered “the death don’t know such joy, don’t they” Hiccup didn’t say a word but answered with a kiss in Jacks neck, gently he kept kissing him, sometimes he sucked it a little resulting in a hickey. He gently turned jack on his stomach and kissed his back while he kept going down. Jack moaned softly, he knew hiccup could be possessive from time to time, he loved this part about him. Suddenly Jack gasped for air as Hiccup was playing with his butt. No Hiccup replied you’re right the dead probably can’t, he then slowly entered Jack and took him straight to heaven. Hey Hiccup jack whispered, yes Hiccup answered. Do you want to make breakfast pleasseee, Hiccup looked at Jack, it felt as he looked at a lost puppy. Urg Do I have to Hiccup “pleassseeeeeeeee” you know I can’t wander around the house by myself. Hiccup knew he couldn’t resist him “fine” what do you want? Some bread with Jam please and fresh cooked egg and some juice. Well I will be on my way then “my lord” shhhh Jack said I’m not your lord. I know Hiccup giggled while putting on his robe. I will see you soon don’t fall back to sleep Hiccup said while opening the door to the hallway. Hiccup looked out of the window “dammmm” as he looked outside there was this grey fog hanging over the land. It was very think and after some meters you couldn’t see trough it any more. How long was it going to take to clear up Hiccup thought. As he kept staring outside, for some reason the longer he kept staring the more uneasy he felt. Something is not right he thought and he closed the curtains, he then walked towards an oil lamp and lit it. He took the lamp into his hand, for a moment he got distracted. This painting of a dragon was out of place, big Green eyes no Tooth’s and black. Jack nicknamed him Toothless, it was a dragon which appeared in many of Hiccups dreams. Wasn’t it supposed to hang in the reception room Hiccup wondered. It always made him smile, Jack made many others of this dreamily dragon. Well Jack probably moved it here he thought and didn’t think much of it. He closed the others window curtains and went down where he repeated the same thing. As Hiccup walked towards the kitchen he heard some nose. “BANG” a door banged hard against the frame and slowly creaked open again. “What the” Hiccup stood there for a moment in silence, it was quite again. He went on as nothing happened when he heart another door open and close, this time it sounded further away. “For fuck sake Jack” hiccup mumbled why must you always make so much noise. Hiccup still wasn’t used yet to this big mansion and often got lost, he really was annoyed that al the servants was gone, one day they suddenly disappeared like thin air. Jack suggested it could have been about his condition, which made it pretty hard to work for some of the servants, maids especially. Hiccup wasn’t reassured about this, something wasn’t right. He walked past the big dining table and which was getting dusty. It was then he realized there was a light on in the kitchen, he also heard noises. His heartbeat got up as he came closer to the door. It almost sounded as if there where people whispering. BANG something fell “what is going on here” hiccup yelled as he opened the door. His face fell in disbelieve, there was no one but the lamp in the kitchen was also burning, also some of the cabinets where open. Hiccup looked around but saw no sign of unusual activity. He stood there for a full minute wondering what he should have made out of this scene. It was getting warm in the kitchen, the fireplace was burning softly. Hiccup made sure not to fire it too hot. Hiccup was busy reading the table with the kitchen utensils, the kettle was whistling, the eggs also were about to boil over. Hiccup quickly turned off the heat of both plates and immersed the eggs in cold water. He then took the kettle off the plate and placed it up the hot container on the table. Everything was ready, as Hiccup was about to shout Jack he heard this noise again, whispering and some giggling. It sounded as child’s who were playing and again he heard a loud BANG, He jumped out of his skin “Since when are you such a scared cat” it was Jacks voice from behind. Hiccup quickly turned around and saw him standing at the door in his robe. Please don’t scare me like that Jack, scare you how? I just stood there for a full minute watching you. Don’t play jokes on me Hiccup said angry, you know I cannot stand fright. Well I don’t know what you heard Hiccup but it wasn’t me. he saw hiccup being relieved and added “but who knows maybe there ghosts haunting this place” Jack smirked a little. Not funny Jack you know I can’t stand such story’s. I’m just joking Jack said now let’s get to eat I’m hungry. Hiccup looked at Jack who didn’t seem to have a care in the world, but for some reason he felt hollow inside. This fear which crept into his mind, the thought something was wrong, The picture just didn’t seem to fit. What’s the matter Jack asked, you look like you have some troubles on your mind, I only have you on my mind Hiccup replied while dodging the question. Jack looked him over and blew him a kiss “how lovely he said” hiccup turned red and almost choked on his breakfast. As Hiccup and Jack where enjoying their breakfast they heard a loud sound coming from the front door. The doorbell ranged not once but twice, do we expect someone Hiccup asked. Not that I know Jack said but maybe there new servants? Hiccup sighed well here goes our quality morning together. He threw the food in the bin and sulked towards the front door. he opened the door “Yess???” uhm hello there we are Mrs. And Mr. Tweedy the couple said and this is Rachel. Hiccup looked at them, why are you here?. Well we saw this note in town that you were looking for servants “ohhh right” come in, hiccup waved them inside. So what are your skills Hiccup asked, Well Mrs. Tweedy began, my man is a Gardner and I’m a housemaid and Rachel he can do chores in and outside. Well ok just stay put while I’m letting the lord know about your arrival. Again this uneasy feeling crept inside Hiccups mind, he was pretty worried about these strange events and now 3 strange people show up out of nowhere. And then there was this thick fog which never seems to clear. He knew Jack was probably in the workplace on the second floor of the mansion, busy painting like he did most of the time. As he walked through the hallway of the second floor he noticed something was odd about the pictures hanging. Aren’t these supposed to hang in the dining room he thought. It seemed odd but there must be a logical explanation for it, well not the time to worry about this now. Hiccup knocked on the door to the studio, I’m coming in Jack. Hiccup knew that Jack probably didn’t heard him, as soon as he was working on a painting he was in a world of his own. Hiccup opened the door and saw Jack staring at an empty canvas. In the glistering of the oil lamp he saw him, his white hair which looked extreme extraordinary and his pale white skin and then there where his sea blue eyes. Hiccup noticed there were tears rolling down Jack cheeks. What’s wrong Hiccup asked, Jack looked at him “it seems I can’t get any inspiration these days. Well you have been working hard maybe you just need some rest Hiccup suggest. It never happened before Jack said, I never ran out of inspiration before. “Well” Hiccup said just give it some time “time to change the subject Hiccup thought. we got 3 new servants ”ohh really” yes they said they came from town after reading the note you left behind. Just hire them Jack said, you handle it. Sure hiccup said, you need anything else? Yes let one of them bring me tea that’s all. Hiccup was about to leave when “strange isn’t it” what is strange Hiccup said while opening the door. I can’t go to town because of my disease and I never wrote a letter about hiring help “What!?” Hiccup said but how do they know we are in need of servants then. I don’t know Jack said ”I thought you had taken care of that” Hiccup was surprised as he didn’t remember going to town as writing a letter. Hiccup opened the door and got a shock when he saw Mrs. Mr. Tweedy standing just right behind the door.

Nicolo's POV The house in my front was damned big that tells me it has things that are expensive and worth a million. All night I’d been searching for a house to break in, and at nearly dawn I found this house. My feet brought me here which I am a town away from home. I would steal something inside the house that I could sell to neighbor who owns a buy and sell shop in order for me to earn some extra money. Working as waiter at a local restaurant wouldn’t do to support my needs. So, I needed a quick source, and stealing was the best way for a quick response. I only did this for the sake of my sister who’s sick. I couldn’t bring her to the hospital because we lack financially. Our parents left us when I was twelve. Damned parents! They did sex, born you, and dumped you like a garbage afterwards when they’re tired of keeping you grow. I did this a couple of times, and I was sure I am an expert when it comes to stealing. I could move like a ninja into the night crawling at your door without you realizing I am there. I wore a tight black jeans and leather jacket without the undershirt to have a stealth mode. The cold seemed to sip through my jacket making my chest and abdomen a little numb. There was an open window on the second floor with the lights off. The owner of this house was probably still asleep at that hour. I looked down to my shoes hoping I wouldn’t slip when I climb up. The grass on the lawn law was moist because it rained earlier. I took a several step back looking up to the window frame. No light reached that part of the lawn that made me not worry of an overseer. I took deep breath and sprinted. I ran and took a jump with my right foot push to the wall. Lucky, I could jump high and I got a grip to the lower window frame. I hanged myself for a minute taking deep breath. Lifting my bulk up to the window was easy for me because of it’s a fruit of a regular exercise. I swung my feet carefully over the window forgetting an important thing. I was careful not to make any little noise. I could see clearly the canvasses, and paintings’ stand through the dark. I let out a small flashlight from my jeans pocket switching it on. I pointed the small circular light to the two painting near the window. My heart raced not because of excitement but anxiety as I realized what’s painted. The paintings were naked men. The first one was a man holding his erect cock and the other one was a man cupping his inflated manhood. I shook my head in disbelief. Something unknown flicked inside me that I couldn’t figure what it’s that I feel. Who the fuck did paint that? Whoever that person is, she got a pervert mind painting naked men. It’s so disturbing for I was sweating looking at it and I felt gross. I looked around the room something valuable. But all I found was a long table laden with paint, paintbrush, rolled canvasses, and measuring materials. What a loss? I couldn’t take a thing from there. The painting would worth much but I didn’t want to get hold of it with those naked men. I was shaking just thinking I’m going sell those painting to my neighbor. I’d rather check the other rooms. Maybe I would find some jewelry. I was sure there is, who wouldn’t if you own this kind of house. Moving to the door with died flashlight on my mouth, my heart pumped blood to my veins rapidly. The light from the other side was slipping to the opening below the wooden door. I leaned closer until my ear touch the wood. I listened for some sound that might be occurring from that side, but there wasn’t one. It was so damned quiet. I could even hear clearly my own breathing. This kind of things makes me excited. I turned the doorknob slowly and quietly. After making sure no one was walking to the hallway, I walked out of the room closing the door behind my back. The hallway was pretty plain with different abstract painting pinned to both wall. The disc like bulb above the ceiling was releasing a luminous light. There were two more doors, and I walked in to the next door after where I just came out. The room was illuminated by the light coming out from the opened bathroom to my right. Someone was in there inside. I pondered for a second if I should continue and checking the room wins my own thought. I turned my head toward the bathroom while I tiptoed around the bed going to the side table. The owner of that room was in the shower because I could hear the rushing of water. Who the hell taking shower at this early? I was filled with adrenaline putting my own self in this kind of situation. I liked the way risking myself in an inevitable danger. I just laughed through my head to that with my chest bursting of excitement. I tiptoed to the drawers pulling it out slowly with my head turning toward the bathroom. I switched on the flashlight checking the drawers. The drawers were filled with dozens of condoms in different sorts and colors. What the hell? Who lived here was surely a damned sex addict. I pushed the drawer back and I was going to walk when I heard footsteps that were coming out of the bathroom. Shit! I had to look for a place to hide. I looked down under the bed but I wouldn’t fit there because it’s so low. I couldn’t run to the door or I would really be caught. Shit! The footsteps were coming closer. I noticed the opened closet and I rushed inside of it. I pushed myself inside to the closet wall. The manly scent tickled my nostrils that were from the hanged clothes. The light was switched on and it slipped through the blinds of the closet. I took a gulp of my own saliva as naked man walked to the room near the closet beside the bed. My heart beat so fast to the sight of the naked man walking toward where I am hiding. There was few grain of water dripping from his broad shoulder running to his nipple. He stopped looking down to the floor as if he’d seen something unusual. I face palmed my head. I forgot the dirt on my shoes. I couldn’t help to notice the man’s handsome face with his growing beard. His prominent nose was carved perfectly above his sensuous pinkish lips. He got a well-built bulging body with his chiseled chest protruding. The line on his tight six pack abs was noticeable. And my breath was caught up on my throat as my eyes lay to his big cock hanging freely below him. He trimmed his pubic hairs. His cock would be juicy if it erects. What I was thinking? Why I want to have a taste of this man’s cock? It’s a fuck; I wasn’t toward men for its totally gross. He frowned to the closet. Shit! This was shit! I would be caught. I made myself ready as he grasped the closet door. He’s opening it slowly and I dashed outside as I got the chance. But I was stopped by his strong arm holding tight my waist. I twisted my body and strike him with my elbow but my arm was stopped midair by his free strong hand. “What a devil!” He said twisting my arm to behind me that hurts. Damned! Even his voice sounded so addictive! This wasn’t the time for me to think like that. He twisted my other arms to releasing his grip on my waist. There’s pain with my two hands twisted on my back. He’s so strong for me, I couldn’t even move a little. “Get off me!” I growled kicking his feet with my dirty shoe, but he didn’t even budge. What’s he? An iron man? I could hear his breathing for my back almost touched his hard chest. He breathed to my back neck that made my heat to stand. I was getting crumpled to the tip of my stomach and unsettled because of our closeness with his cock resting through the back of my jeans. I was getting images of a cock nestling between to ass cheek inside my head. “Not until, I teach you a lesson for trying to steal from. You are unlucky I don’t have the things you are looking for.” What he’s going to do? Don’t tell me he did those paintings. I didn’t want to be a bold model posting to the front of this man. He sniffed my neck that sent me to shiver. Why did have to do that? He mumbled to my neck. “Hmmmm. You smelled nice. Very enticing.” “Fuck you! I don’t want to get painted. So get off me!” I shouted shaking my whole body that only made the pain more on my twisted arm. The man laughed, a very disturbing laugh. “I will do more than that.” He hissed pushing me the bed without releasing his grip. He pinned me to the bed as he put his whole weight behind me. “Fuck you!” I mumbled through the sheet. Don’t tell me he’s going to? I didn’t want to think like that. Why I am dumb sometimes thinking that I will be painted. “Get off me!” He didn’t listen to me and he removed my shoes using his toes. He was shifting over me and before I could know it he tied up my hands and feet with the shoe laces. He took his bulk off me and stood staring down at me like I am a prey. He’s a predator who’s going to devour me whole. I could see it clearly from his burning eyes. I was so hopeless curling to my side on the soft bed. I didn’t know why I couldn’t speak. Maybe it was because this naked man so striking. My cheek was burning looking at him. What’s he’s going to do with me? What’s he’s doing? He’s rubbing his own nipple! I looked away for I got a reaction under my jeans. I needed to speak. I shouldn’t have come here. My sister, I hope she’s okay right now. “Let me go! I promise will not take anything from your house.” I mumbled to the sheet without looking at him. “I just told you, not until I do what I want from you.” He said crawling to my side. The bed cricked because of his weight. He flipped me over so that I’ll be kissing the sheet pulling my feet. He’s so damned heavy. He lay behind me rubbing my shoulder up to my neck. A bolt of lightning runs from his finger to my skin. My inner being summersaulted because of his touch. I bit down my lips because I couldn’t deny the truth that it’s felt good. He sat up and scooped me sitting me up with my knees bend. He spread his legs to my side and he sat behind me. I could feel his growing cock through my leather jacket. I didn’t want to know what he is going to do with me. I shivered as he unzipped my leather jacket revealing my bared chest. Why I am so weak right now? This wasn’t me. “Please, let me go.” “Oh, you don’t wear a shirt.” He said ignoring what I just said. “Cool.” He whispered erotically to my ear while his point finger teases my chest. I was getting electrified with his touch. “Please, let me go.” “Are you sure about that?” He whispered again that made my limbs weak. He spoke more seductive. He rubbed my two nipples with his fingers. “Don’t you want what I’m doing?” I didn’t know why it felt so good with his fingers rubbing my nipple. I didn’t dare to speak. I just moaned as he kept doing it. Why am I moaning? “It’s seems you really like it.” He kept on doing it as he speaks. “Aaaaah.” I moaned hard. He didn’t stop until he knows that I was burning from my nipples to the tip of my toes. “Do you want more?” He asked by whispering through my ears. “No. I beg you. Please stop!” Stop because I didn’t want what will happen next. “Wrong answer.” He chuckled a little and he slid his hand from my chest running down to my abdomen while his other hand keeps on rubbing my nipple. Oh shit! I was getting dizzy. “Oh, shit! Please, stop!” I was bath in shock when he tried to slid his hand under my jeans but his large arm didn’t fit. “What do you think you’re doing?” Where did I get the courage to ask him. “Relax, babe. We’ll have a good night.” What he did just call me? He unzipped my pants and begun rubbing my dick through my boxer. This was so wrong. My dick was growing to his warm rub. “You’re getting hard.” “Stop it.” I mumbled. I didn’t dream it would feel this way when a man rubs your dick. Fireworks were exploding deep within me. I arched my body as he kept on rubbing my cock until the head poked out. My cheek was burning, and I was burning all over. It’s getting hard me to breath while I bit down my lip. He cupped my cock that sent shiver to my skin. I moaned hard pushing my chest to his hand as he slowly pumped my cock. He hugged me from the back rapping his other hand to my chest. “Do you like it?” “Please, st…” I didn’t have the time to continue for he was rubbing the tip of my cock. I just bit down my lip and moaned. Someone never told me when you rub the tip of your cock you’ll be burning more. I was on fire right now. And this man was doing it for me. I moaned and moaned as he pumped my cock and rubbed the head simultaneously. It felt so damned amazing. “Yeah.” He mumbled and he licked my neck. His soft tongue did a circular motion on my neck. “Aaaah. I think I am going to cum.” I could feel the liquid that’s going to come out from the veins of my balls. “Not yet.” He said, and I could tell he grinned to that. “Stop it now, please.” I really begged. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Were not done yet.” He whispered so sexy. He pushed down my jeans along with my boxer until it reached my bended knees. His cock was grazing on my ass that made the alarm on my ear burst out. I was going to say something but he put his three fingers to my mouth and I bit his fingers. “Awww. Why did you do that?” He removed his fingers from my mouth, and he sank his teeth on my shoulder blade. I winched as he bit me. “Now were even.” His cock was now hard throbbing on my back. I flinched when I feel his warm hand to my ass cheek but held me rapping his hand around my abdomen. “What are..” My voice trailed off as he slid a finger to my hole. “Aahh, please. Stop it.” He didn’t listen to me. He twisted his finger around my hole pushing it in and out. Then, he slid another finger trying to reach my prostate. What’s he’s doing was painful but felt different at the same time. He kept thrusting his finger to my hole making it ready. The precum oozed from my cock. I signed in relief as he pulled his finger out that gave a pop sound. The pleasure that he give me wasn’t gone as he squeezed my cock rubbing the tip. I was really close to my climax. He laid me down prone to the bed with my ass displayed just for him. I was thankful he stopped harassing me but I was wrong for he spread my ass cheek rimming my asshole. When he was done, I cried in pain as he slid his cock’s head to my hole. With just the head excruciating pain ripped my ass. Tears were forming to the side of my eyes. “Be ready.” He said like a maniac. What does he mean by that? “Aahhhhh!” I shouted hard as he slid his enormous cock all in. I didn’t feel any good at first just pain as he keep on thrusting, but not until the pain became a pleasure as my asshole got used to his big cock. I lifted my head off the bed as the pleasure got thicker. I felt a liquid drip to my tights. I was bleeding and I just cried. He kept on pounding me ignoring the blood. He kept on hitting my prostate and I moaned more as I cried. I was drowning in an alien emotion bringing me to the height of ecstasy. He thrust and every little innocence left in me was gone. I cum without holding my cock. He paused from thrusting me pulling out his cock. It’s so damned bizarre without a cock on my hole. He flipped me over only to find the hungry look on his eyes. Why I am so damned quiet? I couldn’t speak. I was so weak. He remove the tie on my feet and he took off my jeans and boxer after that. I didn’t have the strength to speak anymore. He spread my legs inserting his cock in me again. He cupped and pumped me again while he slowly thrust. My very core was awakened by his touch and thrust. It wasn’t long that I cum as he pumped me. “Ahhh.” I moaned hard lifting my back of the bed. The cum spurted out to my stomach and chest. He wiped my cum from my body and he licked his fingers teasing me with his tongue playing with his finger. He bent down until there’s an inch between our face. His cock throbbed inside me and he kissed me hungrily letting me to have a taste of my cum. My cum tasted thick and salty. Why he was kissing me? It was my first kiss and it was from this man. He didn’t unlock the kiss, and I didn’t know why I responded. His tongue searched for an opening and I let it in curling to my own tongue. Our tongue played the game they only knew. He thrust again bringing back the pleasure that I felt while our lips still connected. “I’m going to cum. Ahhhh” He moaned over me as he fill me in with his cum. I could feel the hot liquid inside me running down. He rested over me and gave me a kiss. None of us talk, his breathing became steady as he laid down on top of me with his eyes closed. My eye closed on its own because of lack of sleep and the love making. It wasn’t like that? He raped me. Why I let him do that? I didn’t know what happened next for I fell asleep. Someone was shaking me, I opened my eyes and found this policeman. It was just dream. Yes, it was a dream. The sunlight slipped from the blinds of the window. It’s already morning. I sat up and pain ripped to my ass. Fuck! It wasn’t! What I’m doing here in the couch? I realized I am still tied but my clothes remain like I wasn’t touch by the man. Where was he anyway? He just raped me. Fuck! Why I let him? My blood boiled for the man thinking of what happened. “Come with me to the precinct and explain yourself.” Said the policeman. He helped me stood and I winched. Shit, my bottom hurts. I found the man at the door holding a cigarette. He’s was wearing a black tailored suit. He looked at me blankly and I stared at him angrily throwing eye dagger hoping he would be hurt as we walked out of the door. But he wasn’t hurt at all. The sun smiled at me from the sky like nothing happened. Why this place so quiet? The policeman shoved to his mobile car. I swear I will never forget this day. I will never forget that man. I’ll get my revenge, I just to think of way. I will put a revenge to the man who raped and sent me to jail.

Summary: Elias doesn't want to deal with Aadil, so he crashes at Gale's place. Status: Completed Warnings: N/A Comments: Elias and Aadil first appeared in the Christmas writer contest, and the events referred to are from the ALONE one. -- Aadil let Elias get away with a fuck ton of things nobody else let him get away with. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Elias was a goddamned good lay in bed. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Aadil’s family was probably the multiple times of awful as Elias’s mom had been, being that there were more people. Or maybe it was because Elias always kept leaving and for some goddamned reason Aadil was always waiting. Elias didn’t get it. There probably was a reason for it, outside of their time together. Probably was a reason that Elias didn’t like the thought of anybody else touching Aadil that drew him to come back. Or that Aadil was always home at night, never went out, just so he could be there to open the door for him. It was pretty ironic. Aadil didn’t seem to want anybody but Elias, but Elias found it hard to actually deal with people who wanted him. His mom had been like that, spoiling Elias rotten, the only child, the apple of her eye until he swept off from her big plan for him which included a house with a white picket fence and two point five kids. And despite all he said, some part of Elias that was still her Elias missed her, still loved her, still wanted her approval. The old expression of twice bitten came to mind, and Elias hated it. Whenever it got that bad, he’d crash at Gale’s place instead. Usually it was Aadil’s, but he’d sprung an ‘I love you, I just want you to stay, please stay the night’ kind of crap and Elias really didn’t know how to deal with it right now. Aadil was better than Gale. Honest. Gave Elias whatever he wanted, didn’t add a fuck ton of manipulative games to it, but Gale was at least easy. Gale welcomed him with a leer, fed him, and then after he went to take a shower, accosted him. “Come on, lover boy,” Gale was enthusing in his ear. “Show a little skin, yeah?” His slim fingers slid under the open collar of Elias’s button up. He was fucking horny, as he always was, half of why he never complained about Elias crashing at his place in the first place. Elias felt Gale’s erection digging into his thigh; wasn’t hard for Elias’s own to react. “Sure.” Elias tossed aside the magazine he’d been scrolling through in pretense, and he stripped his shirt. Sex was sex, and Elias was damn good at it. Gale delighted in it—he liked men who were built physically thicker than him, and Elias seemed to be his type. Gale was a good fuck, but he was a slim, scrawny bottom who thought sex was just about sucking down a cock with your mouth or your ass. And for a time, that had been what Elias had thought too, until the one day Aadil had picked Elias up from the bus stop and brought him to his shitty apartment. It was weird. The first night, Aadil had only cum once Elias had kissed him, like affectionate was over the top so much for him more than rough sex was, and then he kept responding easier when Elias showed it to him. He’d breathe harder, whimper when Elias kissed him up his chest to his shoulder to his neck to his mouth, clench tighter and beg for more if Elias pressed his mouth against his skin and stroked his sides as he came. And suddenly Elias had all of these kisses to get him in the mood, suddenly he liked feeling and knowing how Aadil shuddered under his hands, that it’d be only a matter of time before Aadil wanted to. And then Elias did never stop. “Stop,” Gale said suddenly, “What the fuck are you doing?” Elias pulled back, reeling; Elias had been trying to kiss him. “What’s with you?” Gale demanded, cross. He looked startled, and huh, that was a new look for Gale. Usually it was either turned on or lecherous or sulky or quirky. “What part of fuck buddies don’t you get here?” “Fuck off,” Elias snarled in defense. Automatically, he reached out and gripped Gale’s jaw—gripped Aadil’s jaw hard, bit a bruising kiss into Aadil’s mouth—and thrust particularly harder, other hand gripping bruises into Gale’s hip. “Cum.” He hit right at a sweet spot enough that Gale’s mouth opened in an o-shape and his back arched off the couch—Gale came hard, but Elias hadn’t, so after he was done, he slid right off, and blew him until Elias did. Elias sunk back against the cushions. Felt that warm mouth around his cock, and let himself ride that coast of pleasure as Gale licked his cock clean. “Isn’t that gross to you?” Elias wondered, once Gale climbed up back on the couch, buzzing like a pleased cat that had caught the canary. “I’m always a slut for cum,” Gale laughed, and then sobered. “But seriously, what was wrong with you?” Elias thought about Aadil, that desperation in his eyes, and then about the shitty one-person apartment that barely felt like home for even someone visiting. “Nothing,” he said shortly, and got up to use the shower again. “Just mind your own business.” end.

Summary: Adam is final year in college.He looks like any normal guy but he beleived he had a terrible side and always tried to hide it. He always wanted to be alert saying "better safe than sorry"His sister understands him and wants him to enjoy life. So she sets up a meeting with her friend,Tuck and yes, the love ride begins. Status: On going. Warning: may contain intense love scenes and voilence. Please forgive my grammar. If you like it plz and if you can comment i will be greatful. plzzz register your thoughts.i will b happy and its valuable. Thankyou so much for spending your time to read this. Thank you. LONG NIGHT Adam I still cant believe that my sister Adriana actually succeeded in dragging me with her to her boyfriend's party. Her boyfriend Sam, a blonde with gym body, piercing blue eyes but his face got lot of scars and loads of stories behind it. She is my twin and yes if you give me little makeover I actually look like her. This makeover started when she trusted that her spirit is free one and our dad cant constraint it, which ofcourse he does. You probably cant do something wrong to her,she defend herself well.She doesnt even have to beg me to help,I love her and oblige her. Besides I hate myself for certain reason which i will share sooner. Now to present, the wind is good in the face. I am inside the house and am roaming aimlessly.I couldnt strike conversation with anyone. "Seriously, come on Adam it couldnt be that bad. You shouldnt shut yourself. Please have some fun" Adriana walked towards me with concern in eyes. "Easy said" I thought. "I know exactly what to do" she squealed in excitement and I thought "oh shit, this cant be good". I am being dragged by her to a group of guys drinking a light alcohol. She bumped her fists with most of them and some of them introduced themselves. she asked"Where is Tuck" and suddenly she is being spinned and hugged by the most beautiful guy i have ever seen. "Looking for me? Princess" she hugged him and said "never really got to see you and we have been friends for what 10 sweet years". I remember this guy and i was allowed to read almost all the letters they wrote to each other. She specifically hide certain letters and promised when time comes i will get my chance to read. she asked"Adam what's wrong" cause I spaced out. i shrugged.I got introduced to everyone. There is Chuck,Leo,Sanders,Brenden and yes, the hottest in the pack, Tuck. His hands was warm and i had to resist the urge to his kiss it. "Timeout whats wrong with me? Why am i getting attracted to him for no reason.I can keep my guard around.oh no this cant be good". I excused myself and came out for some air. Someone tapped from behind and my heart was beating like hell because Tuck is standing real close. I hardly ever blush but i bet my face looked as red as my blood. My knees buckled and before I could give away he asked "Are you alright.You have fever i think. cause you look red. Is that why you are out?" I prayed all the gods I know and don't know that he should never touch my forehead. Thanks to Adriana she is at the door and beckoned me to follow. Sam is smiling at my sister and she stood with him.she said" I am going to meet Tuck's family" and she smiled. "Thats great and i am happy for you". I hugged her and fisted Sam.I get that it's time for my makeover. We are inside the room and she removed her wig. We both looked almost same except her breast. our haircut, our eye colur, facial features i just have to use lots of foundation to hide facial shave.We changed clothes. Before going out I stopped her and asked "no one knows about this, right." i enquired."Not a soul except Sam of course" she replied."thats good"i got relieved. Now both me and Sam came out. I am thousand percent sure Adriana and Sam had a silent eye conversation. "Hey man can you drop my girl off at her place" Sam asked Tuck and I went rigid "wait...wait what the hell is happening? If i go with him....I dont know"i thought. I turned and took Adriana inside and asked "why are you doing this? My rational part of mind is numb so please Ria stop this". "Whats wrong Adam. He is a good guy. Its a hitch back home" came reply.she is stirring me to tell my mind. Just my luck " I don't know if I can handle the pressure. I.....I" how to tell my sister what i feel. "You like him and afraid it may go to the next stage." She completed. I stared at her. "Wait I didnt say that" I protested. "Dont lie the obvious Ad. Love is blind.you cant choose who you fall in love with whether a boy or girl...love is love" she said and kissed my forehead. "What does love had to do anything with this" i asked. "Wait and see" she flashed a smile and pushed me out. I am so sure he is going to find the voice change so i decided to shutup through out the ride. I sat in the backseat which surprised him. "Whats wrong?why isn't he driving you home?"he asked. I imitated Ria's voice as close as possible " My dad had a...like no good agreement with Sam if he drove me late home it wont do any good and Dad stiil don't know its Sam's party". There is silence and it felt super awkward. He striked the conversation "you know I think your brother is cute" and that's it. Good heavens i wasnt in the front seat. My cheeks burned and my whole body ached and i felt like steaming in fire. He couldnt possibly talked about me, right? Hell he didn't even say he like me or anything. If those words had this effect...i don't know what a "i like you" can cause. I need to cool down. I lowered the glass and let the wind cool me. He said all of sudden "If you are okay with it, I am going to date your precious brother. Its not requesting permission but i thought you should know. You dint have to reply". After "date your precious brother" I froze and my heart race both head and heart ached. I gasped for air. "I am imagining.you are hearing things that you want and dont want to hear"i chided myself. We reached my home. I got out and thought "this long night is over and its just me being paranoid. A little night sleep will clear my head." I walked towards stairs and i got spun suddenly and now in his arms. His heartbeat, body warmth, smell of cologene all made me crazy and gave the effects of drug. We got separated and it took all my will power to not pass out and just few more mins and once in I don't care if I collapse near the shoes stand. I am about to push the button but heared my name and to hell with my reflexes, i turned and said "yeah" and clutched my mouth. Wait..is he smiling. He was swift, closed our distance and i am drugged down with his kiss.The kiss so deep,passionate and hot. I allowed him full access and the taste of wine,the way he sucks my tongue all sends shivers through my body. I dont think i can stop it and the world started melting away. I groaned. My head hit the button and ring went on. the door opened. In the heat he forced me to move back to have support of wall and thats how my head hit it. Dang. - - - Updated - - - If you have read previous thread with same title...well i made lot of mistakes so i am reposting.small changes are done.thanks for reading please enjoy.thanks @BRIDGET for accepting request and deleting the previous one. - - - Updated - - - If you have read previous thread with same title...well i made lot of mistakes so i am reposting.small changes are done.thanks for reading please enjoy.thanks @BRIDGET for accepting request and deleting the previous one.

::::Warning:::: Yaoi Fanfiction! Pairing: 1x2 Implied and ?x2 ((Guessing is so fun)) Rating: PG. R or Nc17 in later chapters. Disclaimer: I do not own nor will I ever own Gundam wing or the characters in any way….even though I wish I could. This is my first fanfiction so I’d appreciate no hateful comments. ~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~ Damaged Kitten By Twisted’Jack Chapter 1 Lightning flashed across the sky, the clouds looked dark and angry as they shedding tear-like rain drops down onto a wide ranging forest that spanned almost endlessly along the coast of the ocean. A lone silhouette could be seen running through the trees and getting drenched by the rain, the figure looked and moved as if they were being chased by some unknown evil. A braid of the finest chestnut swung behind the figure as if it were a tail, violet eyes filled with such unbearable pain and anguish were set in on a tearful heart shaped face. His black pants and black short sleeve shirt was soaked through with water, clinging to his frame as he continued to run forward. Duo dodged around a tree as he moved through the woods until he suddenly broke out from the forest, he found himself out on a precipice that hung dangerously over the roaring wrath-filled waters below. He was panting hard and a look of exhaustion was on his face, it looked as if he had been running for hours which he could have very well been doing. Duo hugged himself as he tried to calm down his body. He couldn’t stop himself as he started to openly sob; tears streaking down his heart-shaped face and mixed with the rain falling from the sky. He looked out over the ocean at the lightning flashing down into the ocean and took a few steps forward towards the edge of the precipice. Duo’s eyes reflected his broken heart as he realized just how empty and hopeless he felt in that single moment. He wrapped his arms around himself and placed his fingers upon his arms, clenching his teeth tightly. Without warning he screamed out, "Why?" with a voice full of misery. Duo had been betrayed by his own lover. He didn't want to believe that Heero had been sitting half naked on their bed with Trowa nor did he want to believe he had seen Trowa kissing Heero in the most intimate of ways. He didn’t want to believe that Quatre had been standing there watching them with a look of happiness. He never thought that Heero or his friends would do anything like this to him, maybe he had been naïve. Duo’s heart had been so torn by the sight that he had just turned and ran as fast as he could away from the house that they had made their home in. He couldn't bear the feelings going through his mind as he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight in hopes that he could stop remembering what he had seen, or at the least push it deep down into the back of his mind. A crash of thunder and the sound of something cracking brought Duo back to reality from his memories, his violet orbs popped open as he scanned the area for some sort of danger. Suddenly the ground underneath him started to shake and he found himself looking down with pure alarm as the ground without warning gave way. Giving a loud shout, Duo found himself falling towards the wrathful ocean, he hit the surface and quickly disappeared under the waves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meanwhile…..At the Safe House Heero paced the room that he shared with his lover Duo, Heero’s mind was in a complete frenzy. He had been waiting patiently for Duo to return home after he had left to run a few errands in the nearby town this morning. Heero had expected Duo to be home hours ago, but he had yet to arrive. The weather was getting worse by the minute and he was to say the least starting to get a little worried for his braided lover. He had asked Trowa and Quatre who were staying the weekend if they had talked to or seen Duo since this morning, but they hadn’t had any contact with him. Heero found himself leaving their bedroom and heading down the hallway as he made his way down the stairs he caught sight of the front door swung wide open and a pair of black shoes laying on the carpet. He recognized the shoes right away as belonging to Duo, but why was the front door wide open and where was Duo? Heero felt slight panic well up inside him and he started to urgently call out Duo’s name as he rushed through the house. He looked in every room including the kitchen, but all he found were the pilots of sandrock and heavyarms. “I can’t find Duo, his shoes are here but he isn’t.” Heero said with slight panic in his voice. Trowa looked at Heero with a slight frown from his seat while Quatre stood up and walked over. “He has to be nearby, why don’t you take a few breaths and we will all look for him together.” Quatre stated as he placed a reassuring hand onto Heero’s shoulder. Heero nodded and took a deep breath as he thought, ‘God I hope your right Quatre. I don’t know what I’d do if Duo wasn’t okay.’ Trowa got up from his seat, the frown still playing across his lips. “I’ll take the whole upstairs.” “Then I’ll take the downstairs and Heero you take the yards, garage and shed. Maybe he got distracted by something he was working on. You know Duo and his machines.” Quatre found himself taking charge, knowing that Heero was close to switching to perfect soldier mode if Duo wasn’t found soon. Heero made his way to the front of the house only to realize that he never shut the door, grabbing his coat he threw it on in a hurry and rushed out the door. He slammed it shut behind him as he headed straight for the garage as the wind whipped pea sized raindrops into his face, hoping that for whatever reason that Duo was there and not out in this storm. To be continued………… ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

O C C U L Ō "the past will never leave you." *A PRIVATE ROLEPLAY OF DECAY AND GIN. [table=class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td] OCCULŌ /ˈɔk.kʊ.ɫoː/ (v.) to hide, conceal, and cover[/td] [/tr] [/table] ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// [table=align:left] [tr] [td][/td][/tr][/table][table=align:right][tr][td] RHONEN MAURO (207) The alpha of a notorious pack called The Lost Ones that has resided in Yokohama, Japan since the early 1990's. Rhonen is an effective leader who lays down guidelines for his own to follow and wields a stern voice over them, his subordinates are very loyal to him. The pack is like family to one another, they need each other and this has made Rhonen hold relationships important to himself because a werewolf is doomed to die without kin. He has a sense of duty to keep werewolves from under a vampires thumb, he wants to build a large community of his kind and while he doesn't have a goal to eliminate the vampire species - an impossible and illogical idea - he will kill or harm any that pose a threat to his own kind. Rhonen can be somewhat inconsiderate of others, he doesn't concern himself with the well-being of others unless they are somehow his own responsibility but even then he can be a little insensitive. He can be judgmental of others, he's also stubborn to boot so it takes effort for him to change his mindset on an individual. But Rhonen is very honest and direct towards individuals, he doesn't like manipulating the truth and rather be frank even if the truth could hurt someone. He believes that hearing the truth is much more easier than having someone toy with your emotions but even if he's honest Rhonen still has secrets to keep. He's a person who takes full responsibility of his duties and actions, so that means he also takes on the responsibility of the failures that comes with it and blames himself brutally. ISTJ "The Logistician" Smokes cigarettes on a daily basis & has a tattoo on his lower back. Yokohama used to be a Vampire dominant territory until Rhonen arrived, leading his pack into a battle over Yokohama. Now Yokohama is home to Werewolves but the Vampires still have Tokyo. Enhanced reflexes, durability, strength, senses, and healing factors. [/td][/tr][/table] ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// NAIVE. Rhonen Mauro, notorious gang leader of a pack of wolves, was once young, inexperienced, and never had to worry about being cautious around others because he lacked the knowledge that beings are deceitful things that care only about themselves but most importantly his hands were clean. Everyone, at one point in their life, thought that the world was fair to everyone and that all people had hearts of gold, some having this mindset for too long and some sadly too short. At one point a person is hit in the face with a dose of reality, a simple truth that the world was a cruel place where fairness never once existed and that the people who ran the world played dirty. Rhonen was one of those people who GREW UP too early, saw the ugly part of world at an age that made others say, he grew up too fast, what a shame, and then adjusted as best he could like the rest. But the world keeps turning, day turns to night and night turns to day. Rhonen would never think that growing up so quickly was a bad thing though, it was inevitable that he'd learn one day so learning earlier on wasn't ultimately a bad thing. He adapted, the world was an ugly place full of danger and if he kept an unrealistic view of the world then he'd surely perish. Like Darwin's theory, survival of the fittest. He was cautious around others, never trusting and somewhat cynical as others would say but he saw this as being knowledgeable and as logical thinking. Rhonen knew that people were selfish, they only did things that benefited themselves and he wasn't blaming them, he knew he was the same because everyone lived for themselves and their own sake. Most people would argue that people do care for other people's sake, they'd point out that people fall in love and cherish their lovers. Rhonen could admit that he had that privilege of finding love or what he thought was love, it was one of the most happiest times in his life. He understood that living for another individual was absolute bliss and feeling that he wasn't alone because he had someone, it was incredible to think that. But love did not last for Rhonen, his heart was broken because of reasons he won't speak of. Rhonen doesn't blame or criticize people who still have faith in people, he had thought that once too and just maybe he doesn't have the strength like those other people do. It's possible that giving up on people is much more easier than believing in them. Rhonen's story is a cliche, he fell in love with a man that he adored and that man ended turning out to be someone else than he originally thought. There were other mistakes made along the way and the most good they did him was make him learn from these mistakes but also close himself off. IT'S ALL IN THE PAST NOW. Leaning against a brick wall, a lit cigarette wedged between his lips, and a hand resting inside one of his pockets, Rhonen with his dark eyes observed the activity of the night. Being the alpha of a pack of werewolves meant that he rarely had time to be completely alone, there were people who counted on him and responsibilities that he needed to uphold so most of his time was consumed by others along with his duties as leader but he wasn't complaining. Though there were brief moments where he could slip away, wander the streets of Yokohama and smoke a few cigarettes in peace. His dreads sometimes falling to cover one side of his face then he'd repeatedly brush the locks back. The dark skinned male was slightly startled by the vibrations in his back pocket, he stood up stright and reached in his pocket to grab his phone. "Yeah?" -- Boss! We need you back at the garage, so can you head over now? Silence never lasted long but he wasn't complaining, he enjoyed having responsibilities even if he complained a little because it meant he was in charge. "I'm finished with my walk anyway, I'll head there now." Rhonen closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, he grabbed the cigarette between his lips and a cloud of smoke left his mouth. He took a minute to enjoy the cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stepping on the lit bud and turning around to leave the area.

TITLE: The End of Thread RATING: 18+ SUMMARY: Meet Li Wei Rong and Yang Yu Jiang. Two people with opposite personalities but somehow became best of friends. Li Wei Rong is annoying, hyperactive and attention seeker while Yang Yu Jiang is strict, a bit of a bully yet looks after Wei Rong. STATUS: Ongoing Chapter 1 An everyday life of Yang Yu Jiang Li Wei Rong woke up suffocating. Something soft was being forcefully pushed into his face. He wondered what was going on but his immediate response was to take off the thing that was preventing him from breathing. When the soft object was finally removed, Wei Rong immediately looked at the bastard who dared to stuff a pillow over his face while asleep. “Yang Yu Jiang! Are you planning on killing me?” “Oh? I was sure you were dead. Luck must not be on my side today. I will try again next time.” “What a heartless friend you are! At such a young age how can you think of killing your best friend?” “Instead of talking bullshit, why don’t you take a look at the clock? We’re going to be late soon. You better hurry.” When Li Wei Rong checked the time out of Yang Yu Jiang’s suggestion, a look of surprised and horror appeared all over his face. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!” , Li Wei Rong said while he ran to the bathroom as fast as he could. “What an idiot.”, Yu Jiang said as he sneered amusingly. . . . . When Wei Rong finally finished dressing up, they were already five minutes late. They were surely going to be scolded by their teacher. This put Yu Jiang into a bad mood as the two of them walked to school. “Hey, Yu Jiang. You don’t have to be so pissed off. It’s not like the first time I did this.” Yu Jiang was about to say something but decided against it a second later. Whatever he would say won’t stick inside this idiot’s head anyway. Yu Jiang simply sighed. “Yu Jiang? Are you still mad? Come on…” Wei Rong kept on pestering Yu Jiang but the later pretended to not hear the idiot. Instead he walked faster and faster with the intention of leaving Wei Rong behind. However, the idiot caught up to him and hugged Yu Jiang’s arm. “Big Brother, won’t you forgive this pitiful friend?” , Wei Rong said as he acted like a lost puppy. Yu Jiang wanted to ignore Wei Rong but his silliness was behind him. As an act of revenge, he pulled Wei Rong’s cheeks with two hands “O-ouch! It hurts… stop it! Why are you so cruel to me?” “Ask yourself.” Yu Jiang said as he smiled. . . . . When the two arrived at school, the rest of the students were answering an activity booklet. Luckily, the teacher wasn’t around to scold them. However, they weren’t given a copy of the booklets which means they wouldn’t be able to do today’s activity. They could only wait for the teacher so they can get a copy of the booklet. “Here. I sneaked two extra copies of the booklet. I knew you’d be late again today.” It was Xu Guan who handed them what they needed. He was someone who liked to look after people. He was treated like a fairy godmother for always helping people in need. It was a mystery why Xu Guan liked doing this. “Xu Guan! I will love you until next lifetime!” Wei Rong said as he hugged Xu Guan, continuing, “You are always so kind to me. Yu Jian should learn from you!” “It’s your fault why we are late. You don’t deserve kindness at all.” Yang Yu Jiang said coldly, turning his head to Xu Guan, ”And thanks for this Xu Guan. Wei Rong will treat you any food you want later at lunchbreak” “Why am I the one to treat him? Hey.. hey~ aren’t you at fault too for waking me up so late?” Yang Yu Jiang ignored Wei Rong as he began answering the booklet. The idiot kept on pestering him but after a few while, he stopped. Quite some time had passed and Yu Jiang was almost done answering the booklet. However, it was just too weird that the idiot didn’t pester him since then. Curious, Yu Jiang turned his head around to see a sleeping Wei Rong. He probably lost too much energy for being so annoying and now he’s sleeping? Yu Jiang wanted to slap Wei Rong in the butt but decided against it again. Instead, he sighed while he took Wei Rong’s booklet and answered it himself. Yu Jiang couldn’t help it. He loved Wei Rong after all. . . . . Finally school was finished. Wei Rong did nothing but sleep for the whole day. He wasn’t usually like this, but he did have days he felt so lazy to do anything. Yu Jiang covered up for Wei Rong, doing all the activities for him. When teachers scolded Wei Rong, Yu Jiang explained that Wei Rong had family problems. Really, it was Yu Jiang who looked after him the most. Wei Rong should feel more grateful. “Yu Jiang, wanna go somewhere and have fun? I feel like I didn’t spend enough of today’s energy to go back home and sleep.” “I’m tired.” “But I’m not.” “Then go do something yourself.” “But I want to hang out with you! Come on, don’t be so stubborn. Have fun with brother alright?” Really, Yu Jiang couldn’t just say no to Wei Rong. “Aghhh.. Alright. Let’s go to the convenience store first. I have something I want to buy” Yu Jiang and Wei Rong headed for the convenience store. While they enter, Wei Rong bumped into a girl who was carrying a bag full of goods which fell on the ground. “Ahh! We’re sorry. Let me help you!” Yu Jiang said as he began picking on the goods. “N-no.. it’s alright, really…” the girl said while blushing a little. “Ehh~ Aren’t you Wu Mei Ling? You’re really popular at school you know!” Wei Rong exclaimed while he simply stood and watched the two picking up the goods. “Wu Mei Ling? I’ve never heard of her before” Yu Jiang coldly said. “E-eh brother, don’t tease me so much it makes me shy. Thanks for helping me. I have to go now.” Wu Mei Ling said as she slightly blushed. “How cute..” Wei Rong said. This made Yu Jiang a bit annoyed. Well, he really had no right to since Wei Rong is straight and his feelings were his alone. Still, it made him sad to think that Wei Rong cared for someone other than him. “She’s not cute at all You’re way cuter.” Yu Jiang murmured. “Ehh? What did you say?” “Nothing. Let’s go. ” Yu Jiang said while he ruffled Wei Rong’s head. Hi! It's Tetsu. Here's a new story of mine. Well, this is really a challenge for me since I never wrote a story with chinese characters basically, I fell in love with Like Love series, Addicted, counter attack... and I just can't think of anything else but write something xD SO, these webseries/films are my influences... so i hope u dont mind some similarities ^^; And I somehow changed the way I write so yeah ^^; I hope this turned out fine. Please like and comment for suggestions

Cast Member(s): Kyeon Hoong Ja played by Yook Sungjae (Main Character) Kyu Jong Eun played by Jo Yoon Woo (Main Character) Geon Joo Geum played by Park Yoo-Hwan (Main Character - Antagonist) Ba Woo Sang played by TaecYeon (Main Character) Jason Do played by Nam Joo Hyuk (Main Character) ---------- Summary: Kyeon Hoon and Ba Woo have been best friends since elementary school. Everything changed in middle school when Ba Woo was sent off to boarding school in England for finding out his father's affairs. Eventually the word got out and Ba Woo's family moved away. Ba Woo eventually forgot about Kyeon Hoon however Kyeon never forgot about him. Kyeon has made friends with Jason, the next door neighbor, and Kyu Jong, a friend he met in middle school, right after Ba Woo left. Ba Woo's grandma passes away resulting in his return for the funeral. Both Ba Woo and Kyeon Hoon encounter each other however Kyeon Hoon's current boyfriend Geon Joo might ruin the relationship.