[You're in my viewfinder loveprize] Toglitelo [Queer as Folk] To the beat of a ball
Title: Toglitelo
Fandom: You're my loveprize Viewfinder in
Characters / Pairing: Asami / Akihito
Genre: er ... romantic, I think
Warnings: yaoi
Rating: green
Word Count: 773 ( counter )
Prompt: participates in Fivefandom
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but belong to Yamane Ayano and anyone who holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Summary: Akihito Feilong still has the tattoo, and this is not good.
Akihito sat down, crossing his arms to his chest and cursing mentally for their ingenuity.
had to know that being able to enter the residence of one of the largest Japanese crime boss, moreover, without being stopped or had met only one waitress was very strange, at least for a mere province of a newspaper photographer. He did not even need to ask how he managed to find it: damn men who had more hair, it probably had to follow him and so he played again.
"So?" Acrimonious spat the boy, eyeing the man who, leaning against the doorpost, seemed to play with something metallic. Asami looked at him slyly from the threshold, turning the key in his fingers that would have solved most of its problems, economic and otherwise.
The evening was now taking place in the afternoon and the boy was now losing patience. His cameras were still locked behind glass in two days that there was this party at the embassy in which the editor was determined to photos ... had no choice: he had to satisfy the public that danger in everything, even if the idea did not like at all. Asami
must have sensed something, because he seemed very amused. Or dangerous, with the two Asami Things were not so distant.
"I thought you wanted the key to the shrine, Takaba." He said inviting the man entered the room. Akihito looked at him, trying to cover his groin with his hands. If you look at that moment he could kill, Asami would hurry up and call the security service.
The man approached more and Akihito stepped back up to touch the wall. How the hell did that effect was a real mystery. "Of course I want it." And then answered a shrill voice. And this was in a panic, she knew it would only have had more fun that pervert.
"Very well." Murmured the man, handing him a business card. "You're a good boy." Term. Her hand touched his shoulder Akihito, squeezing in a vice when the boy grabbed the card.
From the street came the roar of traffic at rush hour and the last heat of the sun shone light in the room. Akihito held the card between his fingers trembling slightly, while the hand of the head of the Japanese underworld clawing his shoulder.
He never imagined that the shaking could be so comforting Asami, not for him, at least. If they could have those fingers would have come in the flesh, taking what little they have, at least I thought it was his left. Sure, Asami fucks him to death wherever he could ... perfect, it had become hard. I almost thought he would be the pervert that situation.
gaze hard Asami was still fixed on her, penetrating and possessive. God seemed to want to fuck with her eyes, and even if he wanted to physically lighthouse he would certainly say no.
suddenly as he had grabbed the man let go of his shoulder. God seemed to have been cold in that room, was made so bad if he had come to regret that the touch of a pervert. Asami
turned around and started to out, only then Takaba decided to look at the ticket, somehow fell at his feet. Would expect the address of an S & M club, or any other perversion the man had been able to conceive.
His gaze was fixed on the header e. ..
"Hey!" He shouted, drawing the attention of man. "What should I do?"
Asami stared for a moment, before you go back and grab your left wrist. Akihito warned the sleeve slides along the arm tickling the skin, followed by the bands. Feilong's tattoo stood out on his skin still clear.
"It 's the address of a beauty shop." Asami said, scratching the curves of that mark, almost until it bled. He seemed to hate that piece of meat, and Akihito was found to shiver-
His eyes became tough, almost threatening, very similar to what we had that day in that hotel room while the boss fucks him Chinese. He was angry, and this was never a good thing: every time I had met him so he found himself tied up and fucked to death. Asami
continued to stare at the tattoo Akihito and swallowed loudly. "Without removing this and give you the key." Ordered, before biting his wrist.
Takaba bit her lip. He should have beat him to death, or at least get to scream to attract a neighbor, but remained motionless while the teeth of the head of the Japanese underworld's pressed on the skin, not strong enough to record it, but enough to be felt and remembered.
Outside, the sky was getting dark and soon it was night and Asami did not seem to want to let go.
would never have believed that even the great Asami Ryuichi could succumb to jealousy.
Title: To the beat of a ball
Fandom: Queer as Folk (USA)
Characters / Pairing: Brian / Justin
Genre: introspective, romantic
Warnings: slash, OOC (perhaps not so)
Rating: green
Word Count: 617 ( counter )
Prompt: participates in Fivefandom
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but belong to whoever holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Notes: first time I write about this fandom, and I do not like to write.
Summary: Located in the first episode of the second series, just a series of mental blowjobs.
The sound of the ball bouncing on the marble steps seriously threatened to get him out of his head: it was too similar to another shot of a colorful splash of red that had those last few weeks.
"They let him go." Justin was saying, while throwing the ball. He did not speak the other day of the trial. "As we do not care about anyone."
Brian closed his eyes. Despite everything he could still see in front of Justin's hand trembled visibly, just as they had shaken her that night and held him in that underground parking. The
hand trembled, maybe even a little 'out of anger, and his tone was very pissed off. He had to admit, a bit 'understood it, but at the same time had to confess that he expected such an ending: even if that bastard Hobbs had killed him, the guilt would always be Justin because, you know, a fag with their patently obscene and disgusting behavior causes people to 'educated with sound moral principles'.
Be 'if you spoke of Ted's wardrobe, maybe he could give reason why. Too bad that it had been an innocent fucking slow dance on an old song played at a high school prom.
The ball continued to bounce between them, losing once in a while the regular rhythm and slightly deviating from the line that should have followed, and soon had to stop and rest, then perhaps they could try another year to run until Jennifer Taylor did not return.
"Never mind, focus on what you're doing." Retorted, throwing the ball. Justin caught her hand and Brian looked shaky for a moment that shaped green and pink around between his fingers, while the boy was shaking his right hand, trying to regain sensitivity.
Brian shook his head, next to Daphne he looked worried, although he tried not to show it, definitely she had no future as an actress. Puffing
ran his hand under his shirt collar. Under the fingers could feel the silk scarf that had not yet been able to throw and that was with him at any time of day.
"Shit."
Yeah, literally. What the fuck was served among the best run state doctors, physical therapists and dozens of psychologists, just to get fucked all those certificates that were not even been read. And what the hell he used to paste the court process? Emmett had fun and that asshole Ted, not to mention the two lesbians, but it was perhaps something changed?
No, of course not. Not that he illudesse the opposite, but equally it was not a coup, it was not for anyone.
Justin continued to shake his hand, probably cursing the world, perhaps even against him. If he had stayed true to its purpose, would never have entered into that room and everything would be fine. It would have been an evening like many others: it would have gone to Babylon with Michael, he would have fucked someone in the dark room and would wait for that kid in his loft, for surely he would arrive that evening, with the best ass that he could find.
But ... Instead he wanted to see him happy, he wanted to see him smile as he entered a room decorated like a candy-box of worst heterosexual marriage, smoking that best suit the tailor could offer, and rob the lady of the evening ... be 'provided that Daphne could be called the lady of the couple. Shit, it was a real jerk.
The sun was strong that afternoon and the heat was threatening to suffocate him, Justin was still holding the ball between his fingers, squeezing as if to break with the mere physical strength. He had no idea when he tried to throw it, he may not have ever launched.
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