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Fic: Beauty in The breakdown

2009-11-28T07:00:25Z

Summary: Why didn’t you tell me he could be such a good fuck?
Rating: M
Pairing: Fuhuhuhuhu
Feedback: Pwease and thank you :D

Warnings: Um…I went off the deep end here. Slight role reversal. Almost-rape, drugs, so many things that are just oh so wrong m__m Pleased to be forgiving my evil mind ~~some boys just deserve to be punished though~~

A/N: Way too much pr0nz recently led to this craziness, as well as from yaoi on YT not too long ago; it may also be my way of taking my anger out on Steven Strait for not being as active as I would like him to be, hm. *shrug*. M’sorry for being so cruel though *huggles muses*

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He could never really explain it, the connection that he and his lover shared with one another. It was so different than the one he shared with the rest of his covenant, but he found solace in it all the same. As for now though, he physically felt it, felt the heat that scorched at his lover’s body as he tried desperately to use that connection to find him.

Fear. Pain. Discomfort.

Those were only a few of the emotions that came his way on a freight train, aiming solely for his heart. Those emotions were ones he’d never expect to feel from such a strong-willed person like that.

He couldn’t lie; it hurt, so, so bad.

Fuck, where are you? His thoughts hissed angrily, his body pretty much going off of instinct more so than any logic thought that could pass through his mind.

Need. He needed to save him from whatever hell he was going through.

Suddenly, his steps slowed, the resounding ache and throb in his head and heart doubling, a sure sign that he had found him. However, it was his destination that caused a feral feeling to drag its claws up his throat, and forced his knuckles to make resounding pops with his clenched fists. The dorm room of one, Aaron Abbott.

Without so much as a conscious thought, his eyes bled obsidian and his long slender fingers wrapped around the door knob, easily breaking through whatever lock was set to push into the dorm room where his senses were assaulted cruelly.

The last thing he wanted to see was that snake, Abbott murmuring lustily into his lover’s ear, while he experimentally slid his fingers through his lover’s lubed entrance.

The whines of discomfort echoed in his ears alongside the rushing sound of blood, causing him to narrow his eyes at the scum of the earth.

“ABBOTT!” He snapped angrily, venom lacing his voice, the very small inklings of his control slipping away.

A breathy pant fell from his lover’s lips, hazy and glazed over orbs meeting his gaze with a sort of pleading look, one that tore at his heart.

“Garwin,” Aaron mused with a smirk tugging at his features, “M’surprised you even came, and we were having so much fun,”

He turned his lusty gaze back down at the shuddering form below him, the smirk stretching into what could be considered a feral grin as he leaned down, and trailed his tongue from the base of his neck up towards ear where he blew a warm puff of air, reveling in the sight of a shiver.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Danvers could be such a good fuck?” Aaron purred, twisting his fingers slightly inside the other boy’s body, snickering when a lone moan echoed in the room.

Now, Reid was no fool in seeing that Aaron was trying to pull another bullshit scheme, especially when the look on Caleb’s face was anything but pleasure, desire; he knew that for a fact. Those reactions, those emotions he felt that could only come from…

“You drugged him,” Reid bit out harshly, a low bark taking to his voice

“Why would I do that, Garwin?” Coyness. Doesn’t suite someone who had the expression of the cat who had already eaten the canary and had his eyes on the next door neighbor’s bird.

It took all of two seconds for the blonde to cross the room, rip Aaron away from Caleb and slam him against the wall, the fire in his pale blue eyes flickering with a desire to rip the student before him in half.

“Don’t bullshit me, Abbott; I know you’re low enough to do shit like that,” Reid snarled angrily, “I should kill you right where you stand,”

“Ooo, protective,” He teased, but that was the last thing he got out before Reid’s fist made a harsh connection with his jaw, power lacing the punch making it twice as hard if not more, breaking his jaw.

Allowing him to slump to the floor, his eyes lit up with inferno, before bleeding black as the plan to erase every last memory from the evening from his mind took effect. However, once the job was done, his eyes softened and he turned back to his lover who continued to pant heavily, the shine of crystalline tears tugging at his heartstrings.

“Cay,” he murmured, drawing closer to his nearly nude lover, crouching down beside him to untie the rope that kept him bound in one position. His fingertips traced softly over slightly damp tawny skin, heart aching upon the sound of whimpers falling from full lips, “I’m so sorry,”

He said nothing more as he attempted to cover his lover up in the least amount of clothing to make it down the hall to his dorm, managing to do so with just a few moans of displeasure.

“Reid…” Caleb panted out helplessly, a bright red flush spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, while a haze covered his eyes.

Before another word could even fall from his lips, Reid, managing to ignore the matter of height difference, slid his arms around Caleb’s trembling figure to lift him up bridal style, carrying him from the room.

Using again to open the door, and bump it closed behind him, desire swept over Reid, causing him to strip Caleb quickly of his clothing, and shove him against the wall, where his pressed his lips against full ones in a heavy kiss.

“Reid…” The deep guttural moan echoed lowly, as long legs lifted up to rest upon Reid’s hips, hands searching out blindly to grip at his lover in some sort of way.

Those long nimble fingers slid over tawny skin, coming to rest against his hips, closer to his thighs. Thumbs pushed into the fleshy hollow near his weeping erection, causing him to viciously rip away from the kiss, and tilt his head back.

No communication was needed, for the blonde knew exactly what to do. He quickly moved his lover to his bed, ice blue eyes drinking in the sight before him; flushed skin that was covered in a soft sheen of sweat, lips bruised, and plumper from hard kisses, eyes hooded and darkened with lust, and finally, the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he panted, appearing so helpless.

God, he loved it.

Licking his lips, Reid leaned down, bypassing his lips completely to trail along Caleb’s Adam’s apple to his pulse point, which he eagerly sucked at.

The sounds that fell from his lover were far too inviting for him to continue; the drug’s effects must have made him so incredibly sensitive.

I wonder… his thoughts mused as his hands trailed over the older teen’s chest, the pad of his index working at a pebble hard nipple, turning the piece of flesh into an automatic pleasure button.

“Reid!” He wailed out, his hips bucking upwards so his aching cock rubbed against the denim of the blonde’s jeans, causing his back to arch and his breathing to fail, “PLEASE!”

How could anyone deny a plea like that? Especially when your own clothing vanished in a flash of your lover’s power.

“Please…” Caleb rasped out, his control long gone, replaced by a begging, wanton, horny teenager who was seconds away from fucking himself if he had to.

Those ice blue eyes locked onto dark brown as Reid slid further down his body, pushing sinewy thighs apart o eye part of his prize. And without so much as a word spoken, he moved downwards, his mouth engulfing the hot erection in his mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He chanted, his hips arching upwards, a long groan pulling from his lips.

It took nothing at all for Reid to slide Caleb’s thick cock further to deep throat him, whilst his hands held down the bucking hips before him.

Tugging away though, the blonde moved to the fleshy hollow at the tuck of his thighs, sucking on the spot for a moment before switching to the one on the other side, knowing well from trial and error that it drove Caleb absolutely wild,

And did it ever.

“Ah…” He panted, his eyes falling shut, and his muscles straining as the boy bit down on his knuckle, holding back whatever other moans he wanted to release when his lover continued the simple, albeit seductive action, “Fuckin…tease,”

“You love it,” Reid’s voice came out in a seductive, husky purr, hand slipping down along Caleb’s toned thigh to his thoroughly slicked entrance where he eagerly slid his index finger through the lube into the tight heat.

“Nngh…” The older boy choked, that hot mouth enclosing over his weak spot once more, sucking at the spot; another finger added to stretch him out, “Please Reid!!!!”

His plea caught the blonde off guard, the sound going straight to his own engorged erection.

“Say no more,” The smartass smirked, leaning up onto his lover, bending his legs backwards towards his chest while his other hand steadied his hard dick to slide into Caleb, “em…so tight, so good, Cay,”

Finally getting what he wanted, Caleb threaded his fingers in Reid’s platinum blonde hair, tugging him into a kiss that swallowed his moans of pleasure. Felt so good. So full.

“Harder,” He panted wetly, saliva trailing over his full lips down his chin as their tongues intertwined in a forbidden tango that left him.

“Love…when you…come undone,” Reid droned out, breathing heavily at the tight heat of his lover’s ass gripped at him like a vice, any tighter, and he would definitely be losing his manhood.

Changing the angle of his thrusts to aim for his lover’s prostate, the blonde leaned down slightly to wrap his lips around the side of his neck, sucking heavily, making sure to leave a bold mark behind that would surely make people realize just who Caleb belonged to.

The marking, the thrusting, it was too much for his over sensitized body,

“Fuck!” The Goody-Two shoes wailed out in pleasure, toes curling and his hips rutting upwards to meet each and ever convulsive thrust Reid threw out at him, milking his lover of his orgasm, his own finding its place, splashed on his abs

“Shit, shit, shit,” The blonde cursed through clenched teeth, his hips jerking into Caleb’s once more as he felt ever last drop of cum drain from his body, leaving him a melted mess, slipping out of the wet heat much to his displeasure before rolling over to lay beside his panting lover.

After a few moments, their panting evened into a comfortable silence, the heat of sex still in the room.

“Reid…” The sexy purr of a voice called in an almost salacious way, causing the blonde to crack open an eye to look at him,

“Em,” The sound low and throaty, very tired as well.

He got his answer, in the form of a thick heavy heat nudging him in the thigh.

“Nuh ugh,” Reid grumbled, rolling over to the side for a moment, appearing to retrieve something from the side of the bed only to role back over an plop them onto his lover’s chest.

A tube of lube, and an ever so modest looking vibrator.

“Enjoy,” He mused sleepily

“Reid…” Caleb whined, alas the only answer he received was the even breathing of sleep. Great…

Deep down, te blonde was plotting even more pain for Aaron Abbott, he knew, he definitely wouldn’t be getting the sleep he wanted tonight.

Fin

Fic: Find A Way

2009-11-03T07:25:53Z

It's been a long time since I've posted a fic...hell, I'll cut to the chase: I needed to write something really badly!! So, born from that desire, and nagging muses is this little thing, we'll see what more I can come up with.

Summary: Caleb would always find a way to have Pogue.

Pairing: Caleb/Pogue
Rating: Pg13-ish or a little higher, fluff-fic with a few sexual notes.

A/N: Inspired by SafeySuit’s song, Find a way. Highly recommend it; it’s extremely beautiful and emotional. Also, I wanted to keep it short sweet and too the point, so it’s probably one of my shortest one-shots EVAH!

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He noticed it as he slowly awoke from a warm, dreamless sleep that at some point during the night, both had gotten tangled up in the sheets, which thereby entailed their legs to end up in the predicament, but, who was to say he cared. The strong arm that held him close even in sleep was the reminder of why he didn’t care.

He turned over, staring into the face of his lover, admiring the beauty he often stepped out of character to tease him about.

In sleep, the stress lines that marred his features during the day were gone, replaced by a relaxation that allowed him to pull away from a rather serious demeanor – on some days – and into one where the fact that he was a closet-cuddler came out.

More blackmail, but…he’d never use it.

“Stop starin’…” He grumbled sleepily, his brow furrowing playfully as he rubbed his cheek into his shoulder sending shivers down his spine at the mere contact. How ironic, even after a long night of passion between the two, a minor touch meant so much, sometimes more than the passion.

With a grunt, Pogue pulls away from the warm body beside him in order to get out of bed, his back to Caleb as he stands there in all of his naked glory.

However, it’s all too soon before clothing invades his line of vision, covering up delectable skin, and making him hate the day that he had to…

…Share.

“I better get going,” The younger of the two men mused, his knee pressing into the bed as he crawls towards the eldest expecting to get a kiss out of the deal.

Instead of returning the desired gesture, Caleb sat up and allowed his fingers to thread with Pogue’s right hand, tugging him forward, causing him to fall into his chest. So much for grace.

Chocolate brown eyes, dark and hazy with sleep fall upon hunter green orbs that stare up at him, curious as to what was going to occur.

“I’m sick of sharing you,” Caleb breathed out, pressing his brow to Pogue’s, his long black lashes falling about halfway, giving his patent bedroom eyes that usually sent his lover into a frenzy of ripped clothing, “You know I’m bound to find a way to make you stay,”

“Cay,”

“Stay,” A mere whisper, barely there as he lowered his lips to Pogue’s, pressing down hard to exude all the passion in the world, attempting to get his point across in the simplest and purest form possible.

After moments of gentle nips, and teeth grazing the kiss broke apart, green orbs staring upwards with a darker hue to them

“You know I will,” Caleb whispered once more.

Suddenly, he pulled back, standing with his back to the eldest son once more, motionless, but a motion soon followed, a leather jacket flying somewhere onto the floor, shoes scattered to the floor, and a black muscle t fluttering to floor, all that before Pogue was right back on the bed, straddling his lover, abrasive denim rubbing against sensitive skin.

A possessive light took to his eyes, a hunger mirroring the emotion as he licked his lips slowly before leaning forward slightly, chocolate brown locks spilling over his forehead, and nearly curtaining the two.

“Tell me,” His voice husky, extremely deep

“What?” Caleb’s hips arched upwards at the feeling of denim grinding against him, his breath hitching and eyes falling shut.

“Tell me you need me, you want me, say it,” It was more of plea than an order; behind that deep, sexy voice, an insecure teenager lay in its wake. To emphasize every point though, his hips pressed against the other boy’s with each worded order, a desire.

“Pogue…” He panted, his hands shooting out to cup his hips, steadying him enough to be coherent, “…you know it. I need you, so much; I need you more than anything. God, I want you, I want you so bad, I can’t share you…”

He barley got the word out before a kiss smothered him, fingers raking through his hair, and pressing him closer to delve deeper into the warm cavern, tongue searching out its partner to take part in the forbidden tango.

“I told you I’d find a way…” Caleb breathed out heavily once the kiss was broken, a smile tugging at his lips

Fic: He will be loved…

2009-08-13T11:13:18Z

Inspiration strikes at the strangest times for me. As I’ve always thought, my writing is better at the ass crack of dawn, *shrug* May suck towards the end, I was beginning to fall asleep writing it.

Summary: Even if he doesn’t let it show, being called a slut by his brothers hurt
Rating:M
Pairing: Chase/Reid

A/N: I have no idea where this came from, one minute I was reading fiction where everyone even Tyler called Reid a slut, the next this popped into my mind. OOC in the part of Chase, he may have been evil, but come on, he can change, right? It’s my take on characters, a’ight? Definitely not beta'd

Feedback: *Nods vigorously* Pwease, this one’s a little weird…

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Reid never let it show, he never let anyone see the pain that he secretly felt when his brothers, the ones that were supposed to love him would look at him with such vehemence and mild dominance and bitterly spit that one word,

Slut

It was as if someone had etched the very word into his skin, like a gleaming red tattoo that never seemed to go away.

Icy blue eyes stared upwards into the star spotted sky as he stood outside of the dorms of Spenser academy, his pride, his body, and his ego were bruised from the previous night’s actions; the thoughts of how Caleb had shamelessly slammed into him, repeating that one thing over and over,

How do you like it slut? You like it when I punish you like that

He was everyone’s little fuck toy it seemed, even if they had someone; Pogue had Kate, and Caleb had Sarah and as for Tyler, let’s just say that baby boy wasn’t that picky towards the option – who knew he could be so damn domineering though.

“Shit,” He murmured, blinking bag the tears that fogged his vision, don’t cry. Don’t cry…

“Aw, poor thing,” A vaguely familiar voice mused from behind him, drawing for his attention, and putting his guard up. There standing in the shadows was the one person that he believed to be dead, Chase Goodwin Pope, “what’s wrong, surprised to see me, Reid?”

“I thought you were dead,” The blonde snarled angrily, although, after what had happened, that anger had little backing it up; if it hurt Caleb, hurt all of the other sons, it nagged at the back of his mind.

“Never mind that, you looked rather sad,” Chase purred, his eyes not appearing ruthless as they use to be, instead, they were gentle, and dare one say it…caring.

“Why the fuck do you care? All you want is power,” He admonished, his brows angling with anger

“That was what I wanted, but even there are things one desires more than power,” He murmured, speaking as if he were a philosopher in his own right.

Narrowing his eyes, Reid stepped back, only to wince at the bruises that marred his hips and thighs from such hard “punishment.”

“You’re hurt,” Chased cooed gently, stepping closer, his fingertips brushing against the blonde’s arm before he seized it, and pulled him closer, gingerly, “from them I assume,”

He stayed silent, averting his blue orbs from the brothering hue that looked at him like a lover would, not in that spiteful way that Tyler’s eyes did just days ago.

“I see,”

His iced blue eyes flashed with inferno of use before turning completely black. Before Reid could protest in the matter, they had already been transported somewhere, a room it looked like, one he didn’t recognize.

“Where…” Reid began, but a pair of arms wrapped around his narrow waist, a pair of lips touching to the back of his neck causing his breath to hitch, “what’re you doing?”

“I know what they’ve done to you ya know,” Chase murmured between kisses at pale skin, “it’s not right…liking sex is so much different than being a slut,”

His breath hitched, head falling to the side when those lips attacked one particular spot with tiny nips

“Your front isn’t to be taken lightly, you aren’t like that all the time’ you aren’t beyond deserving adoration,” He cooed like that of a lover, hands trailing up beneath the sweatshirt he wore over a t-shirt, feeling out the smooth plains of skin, being gentle of what he knew to be “punishment” markings.

Reid couldn't help it. God when was the last time he’d felt a gentle touch like that where it was purely unconditional? His eyes fluttered shut, his hips pushing back, wanting more than that…

Wanting more than that? He really was a slut.

“No you’re not…” Chase muttered as if he had read his mind, his tongue trailing down over the flesh beneath his lips, “you’re human, you like to feel,”

A shuddering breath pushed past his lips, those words were so reassuring, so loving…

Suddenly, the eldest son pulled back, in favor of stripping off his own jacket and shirt, before doing the same for Reid. That’s when his stormy blue eyes drank in the small red markings, the bite marks and small bruises that covered pale flesh.

A small sound of disdain fell from his lips, his eyes narrowing; he pushed Reid backwards until his the back of his knees hit the bed behind him. From there, he leaned down, and pressed his lips to Reid’s.

Tentative at first, the blonde raised his hand to place on the oldest son’s shoulder, his eyes falling shut at the soft, almost sweetness of the kiss, however it was quickly broken when Chase’s lips bypassed his neck, and laved his tongue across his collarbone working downwards.

“Ugh…” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering at the caress of a sweet mouth, and attentive hands, his body coming to life as a rush of blood shot down his groin, hardening his cock.

That talented tongue slide further down his body, laving against his nipples slowly and seductively until pebble hard; it was only after he continued to the markings that marred his flesh that the wave of emotion hit.

“So sweet, too sweet…” Chase purred, replacing his tongue with gentle nips, and butterfly kisses to all the spots that seemed to be bruised, or scratched, “To be hurt…”

Real or fake, Reid’s heart swelled at the compliment, causing him to arch against the mouth on his flesh.

Panting, icy blue eyes looked down to watch as he easily popped the button of his jeans down, before taking the zipper between his teeth, tugging it down; so slow, too slow.

“Patience,” He cooed, slender fingers moving quickly to slip both his boxers and jeans off, exposing more pale skin, and his engorged erection

“Chase,” Reid groaned, but he barely had time to allow it to pass his lips for the eldest son wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him slowly, but with a strong grip that felt more like a vice, “shhhiiiitttt….”

With no words to reply, Chase leaned in, his lips pressing against Reid’s, his tongue slipping in and out of his hot mouth, the actions representing just what he wanted to do to the sexy body lying beneath him, all the while, picking up a bit of speed in his strokes.

How could something so simple feel so damned good? That’s what he wondered just before all thought vanished from his mind, the stroking, the heaving kissing, it was so much.

“Ah…Chase,” the blonde panted, saliva trailing from their lips down his chin, his breaths airy from panting whilst his hips bucked upwards, wanting more friction.

“Come for me, baby,” He ordered in a whisper, flicking his thumb through the pearly bead of pre cum over the head, while his grip grew a bit tighter,

“Oooooh!” He wailed against Chase's lips, his hips arching upwards as thick ribbons of cum shot outward, and onto his hand,

Reid lay there panting, his mind nearly numb from the strong orgasm that ripped through his body. A hot red flush taking to his cheeks when Chase lifted his hand up to lick Reid’s essence away, their eyes locking. His gaze so heated, so seductive.

The eldest son said nothing as he leaned inward to press a kiss to the blonde’s lips, allowing him to taste himself, a groan erupting from his throat as he did so, his hand wandering off towards the night stand to retrieve something.

“Chase…” Reid hissed, those attentive fingertips stroking along his thighs, and waking his arousal all over again.

He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes sultry and hooded a she pulled the blonde up, changing the position, his eyes flashing black momentarily to rid himself of such constricting clothing.

Now leaning back on the bed with Reid straddling him, Chase took the opportunity to press his lips to pale flesh at Reid’s pulse point, slicking his fingers with the lube that he had grabbed from the night stand, and wasting no time in teasing the blonde’s puckered entrance.

“Em…” He whimpered out, chewing on his bottom lip as that teasing finger pushed past the tight little ring of muscle, and into his body, twisting about, pushing deeper and sliding through the lube,

He added another finger, watching in delight as that sexy body arched against the touch, especially when he found the bundle of nerves that sent Reid jarring forward, a choked sob echoing from his throat.

“Hm, so sensitive, it’s rather cute,” Chase smiled adoringly, pushing knuckle deep, and watching in delight as his head rolled back, a long, loud moan filling the space of the room

“Chase…” Reid whimpered, his hips bucking on those fingers, his cock twitching with the pleasure coursing through his body, “please…”

“Whatever you want, lover,” the eldest son purred, sliding his fingers out in favor of lubing up his own straining erection, moaning at just how hard he was. Slowly, he slid his hands up pale thighs, trailing up to take hold of narrow hips, whilst Reid’s hands settled upon his broad shoulders.

Slowly, the blonde pushed down on the thick length that pressed against his entrance, savoring the sweet feeling of being filled, his head falling back to part his lips, moaning out.

“So tight,” Chase panted, his hips lifting up to thrust into the blonde, fucking him nice and slow. His hand slid up Reid’s back, tangling in disheveled locks so he could coax the younger son into a kiss, where tongues intertwined, and fought for dominance.

A spiral of heat took root low in the younger son’s stomach, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust into his achingly hot body. His eyes fluttered shut, and his lips parted further, his words lost to only sounds of unadulterated pleasure that left him feeling numb, but in a good way.

Moaning out right along with his lover, Chase’s hand slid between their bodies, to wrap around Reid’s throbbing cock, timing his strokes with the precise jabs to his prostate.

“Ah…Chase…gonna…” Reid cried out, his back going ridged with pleasure, as the waves of his orgasm crashed over him, cumming hard between the two of them.

“Shit…” The older son cursed loudly, as Reid’s orgasm pulled his away, milking him of every ounce of cum, just as he was doing to the blonde, his hand still moving, albeit slower.

“Emph!” He whimpered out, sounding more like pain than pleasure, his hand shooting down to grip Chase’s wrist to stop him from stroking.

He nipped gently at pale skin in apology, grunting as he slid from the wet heat that surrounded his cock, only to pull Reid into a tender kiss, pulling him back to lay against him.

“Thank you…” The blonde murmured sleepily, nuzzling into Chase as exhaustion overwhelmed him.

Meanwhile…

Tyler sat up straight in bed gasping; that dream, it had been so real. The moaning, the way Chase had touched Reid, all of it seemed as if he were there in a front row seat.

Chase couldn’t be back, could he? He knew Reid didn’t come back to the dorms, but it was impossible that the Putnum line still existed.

Shakily, he reached for the night stand, grabbing his cell phone, and instantly dialed Caleb’s number

Baby boy…that dream? Caleb murmured, the worry in his voice mirroring Tyler’s thoughts.

“Yeah, do you think Pogue…” He began, only to be interrupted

He called me a few minutes ago…it was the same thing. Is Reid there now?

”No, that’s why I’m worried, especially the last thing from that dream,”

What, Ty?

“He said not to worry about it, Chase I mean…he said he would…take care of Reid…”

Definitely not good, baby boy. We have to find him...

Fic: You can’t experience a little pleasure…

2009-08-04T08:36:00Z

The next part to ...Without a little pain... and in my opinion, it really isn't that great. I had it going strong in the beginning, but than it all fell downwards towards the end. I didn't have a caffeine induced high like last night. :/

Rating:M
A/N: Let’s warm things up a bit, shall we? OH! Notice the title yet? Ever hear that quote before, or maybe it’s just me? Anywho…this one’s gonna be a lot shorter than the last, but I promise it’ll be good. >D

~~Hey, Kristi, should I just post my stuff to covenantslash and get it over with?~~

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The heavy haze of exhaustion lifted itself quickly and cruelly from Pogue’s subconscious, jerking him awake and causing him to shoot up in bed. Not the smartest idea though.

The damage from the previous night was evident, his body ached heavily from fighting against the power; he felt woozy, in a daze from all the blood he had lost. Dizzy, woozy, and confused, certainly not the ways to wake up in…the middle of the afternoon.

Caleb, he wanted so badly to call, his mind still spinning, needing some comfort.

Almost as if his thoughts were being answered, his lover gently pushed open the door to his room, chocolate brown eyes becoming lighter upon the sight of Pogue awake.

“Thank God you’re alright,” He whispered, pushing the door closed behind him. The smile on his face faltered, his brows drawing together when those green eyes held an almost unfamiliar light, “Pogue… baby,”

The younger son merely swallowed, hissing softly when a warm palm cupped his cheek, tilting his head up gently. The gaze that returned his was soft, understanding,

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Caleb murmured gently, leaning forward to press a kiss to full lips.

“Em,” Pogue moaned out, his hand burying in his lover’s thick, dark hair, while his eyes fell shut. He would never admit it, but his ascension had left him overly sensitive, a lot of pain in comparison to just a little pleasure. What could happen with so much more?

Wasting absolutely no time, the eldest son snaked his hand down over his bare chest – doing so after such a long night – and trailed blunt nails over the sculpted plains, listening to the heavy breathing in delight. He eagerly pulled his lips away in favor of pressing them against his pulse, his tongue slipping out to lap upwards slowly, and sinfully.

“Shit…” the younger man moaned out, his muscles tightening up at the minor touch, all coherent thoughts falling short to his moans,

Caleb smirked against tanned flesh, his canine running along the red marking that had begun to form, whilst skilled hands slid both Pogue’s shorts, and boxers away in favor of reaching for the tube of lube on the nightstand.

Hungry brown eyes trailed over his meal, drinking in the mussed brown locks, the wanton hunter green eyes, and the flushed skin. Good enough to eat, and yet…he wanted to take care of him more, adore him, better yet, he wanted to play with his food…

“Caleb,” Pogue rasped, his voice still shot from his screams. He reached out in an attempt to trail his fingertips along the lightly tanned skin before him, stopping due to his breath hitching, “God…”

“Heh,” The eldest son smiled, his lubed finger circling around the puckered muscle, making sure to go slowly as he teased his finger into his lover, “Pogue

Slowly, his finger moved in and out of his entrance, slicking him with lube while watching the sight before him.

Usually, Pogue topped in most of their sexcapades, however, when he didn’t, when he allowed himself to be open and vulnerable, Caleb reveled in the picture painted before him. Lips most likely swollen from kisses, – and biting his lower lip – would be ajar, moans slipping past the pink, pouty petals, a small flush taking to the expanse of that sexy body while his hands fisted at a pillow or the blanket, anything to fight into reality.

He looked like he was coming undone, and it was simply stunning, just as he appeared now.

Again painstakingly slowly, Caleb added another finger, this time making sure to aim deep in his penetration, aiming for that one spot that could and would make Pogue scream out in ecstasy. Instead of a scream though, a drawn out whine was what he earned, the picture of perfection placed before his very eyes.

“I love it when you come undone, baby,” He whispered into Pogue’s ear, his tongue trailing up along the shell before he began to nibble at it, his fingers still moving at the torturously slow rhythm of stretching and rubbing, surely driving the younger son crazy, “so sexy, just wanna make love to you…”

“Caleb,” He whimpered out, his back arching, his body going haywire; so much delicious pleasure from such simplicity, “please…”

“Anything for you,” Caleb whispered, his voice deep and husky, his dark eyes mirroring the lust that echoed in his voice.

His heart swelled, the adoration causing the flushed to become much darker as his hands slid downwards to remove Caleb’s clothing, leaving him completely nude to hazy, hunter green eyes.

“Do it,” He whispered out, the words barely leaving his mouth for Caleb leaned down and captured those full lips in a kiss, his tongue delving into the hot cavern.

No words were needed after that order, the oldest son far too busy lubing up his aching erection before spreading Pogue’s legs wide and settling between them.

“Em,” the younger of the two whined out in ecstasy the moment the head of his lover’s cock pushed past his ring of muscle. Damn, it had been so long since he was bottom; he had forgotten just how big Caleb was…

He moved agonizingly slow, forcing Pogue to take it all in, even though his own mind was clouded with desire. If he didn’t move faster, his dick was sure to explode.

“Move,” – One word, that was all it took for the eldest son to start a slow rhythm, lips pressing to an already exploited pulse as he moved about.

“Fell so good, baby, so good,” Caleb growled, thrusting harder, listening to those moans spilling forth, “talk to me, baby,”

“Emmmm,” Came the long moan from Pogue’s lips, the sound beyond oozy sex, but so much more. A whine and a whimper combined into one, causing Caleb to hiss out, his hips snapping forwards, but only once, “feels so big, fuck Cay…”

Chocolate brown met hunter green for but a moment, as another breathtaking kiss was shared, the oldest son’s hand reaching out and wrapping around his lover’s aching hard shaft, pumping him in time with powerful thrusts.

“Cay! Gonna…” He wailed with a broken, husky voice, hips arching upwards to bury Caleb to the hilt. He threw his head back, a loud gultural moan becoming the loudest thing in the room as he came, covering his stomach as well as his lover’s hand.

It was another beautiful sight, something one would have to see to see just how beautiful Pogue was when he came undone. His face flushed, and his depthless green orbs glazed over in satisfaction while his hair spilled out on the black pillowcase; he just looked thoroughly fucked, and it truly was a gorgeous sight.

“Shit…” Caleb groaned out, following Pogue in a blissful orgasm, his body tensing up, only for his bones to melt leading him to falling forward onto his lover.

Their pants were the only sounds that filled the room, save for the shifting sounds the oldest son made when he pulled out, and went against his own judgment to Use to clean them up. He rolled off of Pogue, sitting a little higher up to watch him.

A smile broke out across Caleb’s face, glad to see that that confusion had left his eyes, now filled with mere exhaustion, and satisfaction, his long brown hair a sexy muss that truly suited him. He could help it as his hand reached out, threading in the silken strands, cooing over Pogue like the mother hen he was teased to be.

“Em, too tired,” Pogue grumbled, rather purred, his eyes falling shut from the feeling.

“Whatever you say,” he mused with a smirk

You can’t experience a little pleasure…without a little pain

Fin~

Fic: …Without a little pain…

2009-08-03T11:38:35Z

Summary: Pogue’s ascension is a lot harder than what Caleb’s was, more than he would ever pray for...
Pairing: Implied Reid/Tyler, Caleb/Pogue
Rating:PG13
Warnings: There’s gonna be a lotta blood, a lotta pain too…*hides*
Feedback: Yesh please ♥

A/N: Sorry, I’m being a bit of a heartless bitch to Pogue for this, I sorry Pogo *huggles Pogue-Muse* it’s kinda funny since this was supposed to happen to Reid… Anyway, I blame being sadistic, and too much Yu Yu Hakusho. Oh the ideas that hit in the middle of the night.

Also, as for Pogue’s name, I checked something and in the movie, his ID said Nicholas, but the school picture said Christopher – I just picked what I liked best.

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Pogue chewed harshly at his bottom lip, as his muscles spassed out every few moments, but honestly, could you blame the poor guy? Tonight was his eighteenth birthday; finally legal – although that truly didn’t matter, how many times had he done something illegal? –, finally free to stay away from his parents, how long had he lived alone? – again another thing that didn’t matter, he already lived on his own –.

So what could go in his favor, rather, lead further away towards his favor?

In just a little more than ten minutes, his actual birth time of 1:31am, he would reach ascension, and he didn’t know what would happen.

The Book had stated that each ascension was different for each member of the Covenant, and all he prayed for was something quick and easy, make his life simple.

It did nag at him though, after the Chase incident, Kate had wanted to know exactly what happened, and she pretty much uttered asylum once, and was on the first train shooting up to New York to live with parents; so he was alone for this, well, that’s what he assumed.

Stopping in mauling of his lip, he averted brooding green eyes towards the couch to do a quick scan over the person that was the first to arrive, and able to stay all night – the very person who had fallen into a light sleep.

Caleb.

His breakup with Sarah had left him moodier than Reid on a good day, but in the end, his undying love was professed to the biker, a blush turning his cheeks an adoring shade of pink that Pogue just couldn’t ignore.

Really, how could you ignore that? Strong, smart, absolutely sexy and a closet cuddler all in one foine package, tied in a satin bow.

Again, he began to chew at his bottom lip, until a deep, husky voice called to him.

“Keep doing that, babe, and I won’t have anything to kiss, although I could improvise,” Caleb mused, a small smirk of a smile tugging at his lips before his lifted long lashes to reveal his sleep hazy chocolate brown eyes.

He merely gave a grunt of acknowledgment before going back to what he was doing, his gaze finding itself at the night sky.

“Ty or Reid call?” The older of the two rasped, sitting up from the couch, to ruffle his mussed hair

“Yeah…they’ll be here soon,” Pogue all but whispered back, his voice small out of dare one to believe it – fear.

With a sigh, Caleb rose from the couch and towards his lover, settling himself against his back, his arms working around Pogue’s strong shoulders, while his brow rested against his neck, taking in the musky scent of his cologne; God he just wanted to lie against him and fall asleep all over again.

“Don’t worry,” He purred, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, “you’ll be fine, I know you will,”

Pogue breathed out a heavy sigh, tilting his head down causing a curtain of hair to slip forward, shadowing Caleb’s view of his handsome face, which caused the eldest son to reach forward, and run nimble fingers through the silky strands, pushing them back away, only to than inch his fingers across Pogue’s scalp.

“Christopher…” He called huskily, his voice a sex oozing purr as he raked his nails back, finding it rather sexy that his boyfriend liked to be petted, that he purred, and arched into every touch.

Oooooh, not the first name, anything but that. As much as he tended to hate being called that, when Caleb said it just right, just like that, he couldn’t hold back.

A sharp hiss pushed past full, pink lips, his eyes falling shut halfway in pleasure, his muscles curling and uncurling at the sensation. Funny enough, all of those reactions, among various other qualities were reasons why he had been dubbed the title of the Covenant’s cat.

“Em, I love it when you purr, baby,” Caleb cooed, moving his other hand to tilt Pogue towards him, his chocolate brown eyes falling on those full lips before he leaned down, and pressed a kiss to them.

Groaning out in pleasure, Pogue opened his mouth slightly, allowing that slippery muscle into his mouth in a tango of dominance; his libido was surely to take complete control of the situation.

“The Calvary has arrived!” Reid’s voice exclaimed loudly, he and Tyler entering the apartment, breaking apart the very busy couple, “okay…bad timing,”

“Ya think,” Caleb and Pogue snapped angrily

Suddenly, realization kicked in for him the moment Reid and Tyler entered his apartment; the fear crept along the back of his neck like the tiny, itchy legs of little spiders that were spinning the web of doubt in his mind;

You won’t survive. You’re not that strong, you’re gonna die

His breaths came out short, and fast as his gaze averted to the clock, 1:30

“Pogue,” Caleb cooed, pulling back, chocolate meeting soft green eyes, “you’ll be fine, babe,”

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the sound of thunder echoed loudly outside before Pogue found himself thrown back against the wall. Translucent tendrils of power moved mindlessly from his chest, with a silver tinted cloud of power around him, his eyes bleeding obsidian black. And as soon as it started, it was over.

He expected more pain, more screaming, but there was nothing, absolutely…nothing.

“Dude…you okay?” Reid uttered wearily, his icy blue eyes full of confusion

“Surprisingly, I am,” Pogue nodded, looking down at his hands, before giving himself a once over. He than averted deep green eyes towards Caleb, “I’m fine,”

The smile that took to Caleb’s face lightened his heart, he’d survived; it was really over.

Taking a few steps closer to stand towards the center of the room, Pogue suddenly froze up; his blood was pumping way too fast, drowning out all sounds around him, including the curious voices around him. His heartbeat doubled, as did his breathing, which turned into strenuous pants.

“Pogue…” Tyler called, sapphire blue orbs wide with fear.

The vision before green orbs, doubled, no tripled, and a fever quickly set in over his brow, increasing his body’s temperature as well as rejection of such power.

“POGUE!” The three sons shouted at what happened before their very eyes

It was almost as if his forehead split; blood shooting from the random cut that appeared, causing him to let out a yell of pain and stumble backwards, instantly grabbing at himself to stop the immense pain that caused his pupils to constricte and left his nerves screaming in bloody murder.

“What’s happening to him?” Reid snapped at Caleb, his voice breaking

“I-I don’t know…”

Falling to his knees, Pogue cried out once again, this time multiple smaller cuts breaking out across his neck, and arms, each one with more blood flow than the last, almost to the point it seemed someone had painted him with the crimson colored liquid.

“Pogue…” Caleb wanted so badly to sob, but couldn’t, someone had to be strong for everyone else’s sake.

“AHHHH!” Pogue screamed, the sound ripping from his throat, like nails upon a hard surface, blood curdling and heart breaking all at the same time.

Long silky brown hair slid forward into blood upon his brow as his body hunched over; his eyes were beyond the point of constriction, appearing almost as if he no longer had one, like the eye of a needle, and he was sure if they ended up seeing it, the look of worry would tug heavily at his rapidly beating heart.

Blindly, Pogue’s hand sought out the floor, trying to steady himself for what more his body was trying to reject, in the form of something vital. He couldn’t control it, it came far too quickly for him, for the next thing he knew, blood was forced up his throat, making its way from his mouth to fall upon the hard wood floors.

“I can’t watch…” Tyler sobbed softly, burying himself into Reid’s neck, hiding himself away from the cruel event before him. It hurt just too much to watch, he couldn’t watch his brother in so much pain.

“S’okay, baby boy,” The blonde whispered gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead, at least I hope so

“Pogue…” Caleb called, his eyes misty with tears, as he dragged himself over to his lover, reaching out towards him, “baby, you gotta fight it,”

The second his hand made contact, his heart ached at the rejection of being slapped away; he was hurting, why the hell would he slap him away? Why would he even attempt? With all that blood loss, he couldn’t afford it.

Those questions went unanswered, swallowed hard at the sounds of brutal coughing, with screams intermingled, the feeling of the massive waves of power mixed with pain that floated around the entire apartment, it left Caleb’s heart on the floor in millions of tiny pieces.

He couldn’t watch it anymore, he couldn’t bare to see the pain anymore, and against his better judgment, he reacted.

His hand slid through the blood along the column of his long neck to move towards the front near his chin, tilting Pogue’s head upwards, his breath hitching at the sight of his lover; eyes shadowed with pain, listless save for that one feeling. Tears spilling down his cheeks at the same pace the thick crimson line did from chapped lips almost as if in a race.

“Please…Make it…stop…” Pogue choked out, his vision tunneled, leaving the rest of his world black. Slowly but surely, one lone cut appeared on his right cheek, blood trailing down until it hit Caleb’s hand. The tears kept falling, all sensation gone from his tormented mind and body save for torturous pain.

Another action Caleb couldn’t control, his body going off of stimulus to protect his lover; lips crashing down upon Pogue’s, his tongue pushing into the copper tasting cavern in hopes of soothing some of the pain. It was in his mind, disgusting. Even through all the pain that his lover was facing, all the torment, some fucked up part in the back of his mind found the taste of Pogue and than his blood absolutely sublime, as if to make him taste sweeter.

A muffled cry pushed past Pogue’s lips before his body convulsed against the eldest son’s before he finally seized up.

“Pogue…” He whispered softly, tugging away to stare down at the younger man who limply fell forward, a rush of air that sounded like a tired sigh coming from his lover.

“Cay…” Tyler murmured quietly, tears stained on his cheeks, his bottom lip trembling as he clutched at Reid as if for dear life.

“He’s fine…just sleeping,” Caleb whispered back, relief washing over him when he cradled his lover in his arms; chocolate brown eyes trailing across the cuts that had marred tanned flesh, and the blood that smudged and dried, creating such a dramatic effect, don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you

TBC

Fic: Our Truth ~ Soundtrack

2009-07-15T19:13:58Z

Well, after maxiekatt2posted a soundtrack for her fic, I got a little inspiration to come up with one for Our Truth

So it might not be the best, both in quality of songs, and in the cover work since it was really late at night, but I hope you guys like. Feedback would be great.

Fic: Your Innocence

2009-07-13T20:09:05Z

I know, it's been a while, and I know it's not wrestling, but I couldn't help it, the song just caused it.

Summary: Inspired by Halestorm’s Innocence. Tyler wants Pogue badly, but for some reason, Pogue won’t return when Reid and Caleb have confirmed that he does have feelings for him. Frustrated, he gets to the bottom of it, only to find out so much more…
Rating: M
A/N: My very first Covenant slash fic, so, please be nice. For brokengem, because she just rocks like that.
Feedback: ♥ Pwease

Tyler was frustrated. No, no, he was almost livid with the fact that Pogue, the man he had known for so many years didn’t go based on his feelings to ask him out. To tell him the truth.

So many suspicions had been confirmed with both Caleb and Reid when they weren’t off sucking face. It was true; the second eldest member of the covenant was in love with him, it was so blatantly obvious. If so,

Why didn’t he say so? Why?

He’d get down to the bottom of it, even if it pissed Pogue off.
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As quietly as possible, Tyler slipped along the wall, watching as the brunette biker slipped sexily off of his Bumble Bee yellow Ducati and remove his helmet. He swallowed a biting hiss at the thought of running his fingers through the slightly tussled, silky brown strands, his fingers itching to do so.

Deep sapphire blue eyes watched as he reached into the pocket of his black leather jacket that hugged so very perfectly to his body, to those sexy biceps.

Eyes rolling in the back of his head, Tyler felt a rush of heat pull at his groin, while a molten red flush took to his cheeks at such a thought. He was called baby boy for a reason; the youngest, sweetest and most innocent of the four Sons of Ipswich.

A soft, meek groan pushed past his lips as he tilted his head back up in order to check, seeing the Pogue had already entered the student dorm building, begging him to get closer. His eyes bled midnight black, the Power causing him to materialize away, and into the building.

Tyler licked his suddenly dry lips slowly, trying to quietly make his way through the halls without appearing like a stalker or some other creep; he just wanted to find Pogue, that’s it.

Continuing onwards, he made his way towards the corner, which seemed absolutely normal until hands shot out at him, one covering his mouth, the other wrapping around his slim waist to pull him into the darkness.

“Baby boy,” A familiar voice murmured, the familiar scent wafting around his nose, the hand dropping from his mouth

“Pogue,” He muttered, turning to meet those depthless and lusty green eyes.

“Why were you following me, baby boy?” Pogue purred

Shit. Caught red-handed, what’s the youngest son to do?

“I just wanted to talk to you, you’ve been avoiding me,” He squared his shoulders, staring up into those green eyes,

A small chuckle pushed past Pogue’s lips, a small smile breaking across those full lips as well. Squaring up like that, Tyler looked similar to the way he did when they were kids, when he was trying to be tough. So cute.

“Fine,” He nodded, taking note of the red flush along baby boy’s cheeks, “we’ll talk,”

He tilted slightly, gesturing him down the hall towards his room, probably one of the only rooms at Spenser that was a single. Lucky bastard.

Nodding to no one in particular, Tyler followed him, appearing like a lost puppy trying to find his way.

“You wanted to talk,” Pogue began, sitting back extremely casual on his bed, where he had removed his leather jacket, leaving him in skin tight black jeans, and a black muscle t that hugged his body just right, leaving so much to the imagination, “so, talk,”

Swallowing thickly, he stood with his back against one of the walls, his eyes shielded by thick lashes.

“I know, Pogue,”

“Em, know what?” He tilted his head to the side slightly before arching a brow.

“I know that you’re in love with me,”

At that moment, it was as if someone dropped a bomb. The silence in the room was almost echo worthy; a pin drop could be heard.

At this point though, Tyler grew incredibly embarrassed. God, he was never so blunt and straight forward unless he was talking to Reid. His face turned bright red, as he began to babble.

“I mean, I talked to Reid and Caleb about it, and they confirmed my suspicions about it. I was just really curious because we haven’t been talking like we use to…”

“Tyler,” Pogue began softly, sitting up more on his bed, moving in a way of preparing himself to slip off the top,

“I wanted to know because as embarrassing as it is to admit, I really…love you too…”

“Baby boy,” He mused again, this time with a heavy sigh. He stood up, slipping off the soft black comforter, and moving towards the youngest son,

“I…” he barely got the word out before Pogue’s slender fingers wrapped around his upper arms, jerking him forward to gain his attention,

“M’sorry, baby boy, I don’t think so,” He murmured softly, watching with grief as tears welled in those eyes,

“What…but why?” Tyler stammered, the tears dripping onto his long lashes, his sapphire blue eyes shining so very brightly

A hiss passed Pogue’s full lips, his eyes narrowing slightly as he felt a surge of desire course through his body. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, pushing Tyler harshly back against the wall, surprising the youngest son.

“What the…” He stammered, his sapphire blue eyes wide when he dipped his head down

“That’s exactly why,” Pogue growled out, his lips pressed against Tyler’s neck, nipping at the sweet flesh beneath his lips, savoring the taste, “You’re so sweet, baby, so beautiful,”

Blushing fiercely, Tyler swallowed hard, his erection pushing against not only his boxers, but the crotch of his jeans.

“So damn beautiful, but God, you’re so innocent, Tyler,” He hissed, his hands raking along his body, “the things I would do to you, I’d never let you leave,”

A sharp groan passed his lips

“I can’t take your innocence, baby boy, even though that’s all I want,” Pogue growled, breaking his lips from his neck, trailing upwards towards his lips, “you’re just so perfect,”

Tyler was absolutely speechless as he stared into those hypnotic green eyes, his face still red, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. No one had ever called him perfect in such a sweet way; no one had ever called him beautiful unless it was Reid being a fuckin’ tease. No one.

“I wanna take your innocence,” Pogue all but purred, his lips just barely touching Tyler’s before he covered the youngest son in a smoldering kiss, his tongue slipping out and delving into the warm, and ironically enough, chocolate sweetened confines of Tyler’s mouth,

‘He even tastes innocent,’ He thought, groaning out as he pushed him into the wall, slipping between his thighs in favor of lifting Tyler slightly, savoring the kiss.

Tyler’s mind was spinning; Pogue’s appetite was insatiable, and his wantonness was just as deep.

“Ah…” He moaned out at the sensation of Pogue’s muscular thigh rubbing against his covered erection. He couldn’t help it, it felt so damn good, “Pouge…”

“Easy, baby boy,” He panted, watching with lusty eyes as the youngest son thrust himself up against his thigh, working so damn hard to get off, “I’ll take care of you,”

With a devious smirk, his gorgeous eyes bled black, as both materialized away, reappearing on his bed with him straddling the youngest son. An evil glint took to his eyes as he tugged at Tyler’s sweatshirt, pulling it off, that as well as the thin t-shirt that separated him from inches of glorious skin.

“Pogue…” Tyler whined out, arching against the stroking fingertips that trailed along his exposed skin, tweaking his nipples as he went along, “aaahhh!”

Smiling, the brunette leaned down towards the waistband of his jeans, and ran his tongue upwards, between the center of Tyler’s swimmer abs, up between his pecs only to veer one way, his tongue wrapping around the bud of flesh, sucking it into his mouth, and than worrying it with his tongue.

“Pogue…please…fuck me…” He whined out.

Tyler’s words startled Pogue, yet he couldn’t help but get harder. God, he knew his baby boy had to talk dirty…

“You want me to fuck you?” He murmured, patience dwindling, thus finding the need to Use; clothing vanished before them, and reappearing elsewhere.

“Em, please, please,” Tyler panted out, pleading with those sapphire blue eyes.

Pogue licked his lips seductively before crawling down his baby boy’s body, pushing back his legs in order to spread his cheeks apart,

“Pogue, what’re you…” Tyler began, only to arch his back and gasp loudly when he felt the second eldest son’s hot, wet tongue begin to probe at his entrance, prepping him.

“Em,” He groaned out, loosening the ring of muscle just enough to slip inwards and move around, lubing his entrance, and stretching him out, but also finding bliss in that innocent taste.

“Oooo! Pogue, now, please,”

Pulling away, the eldest son, eyed Tyler, enjoying the expression of pure unadulterated pleasure that worked over his body; the flush that still settled over his skin, and the way his chest rose and fell with heavy panting.

It was just too, too inviting.

He reached over his soon to be lover in favor of grabbing the tube of lube on the nightstand. Uncapping it, he coated his cock in it, hissing out at the feeling of his own hand, something that he had to stop. Tyler would feel so much better than his hand ever could.

Shifting slightly, Pogue took hold of Tyler’s hips, guiding him to wrap his legs around his hips, only to than lean forward slightly, the head of his engorged erection just barely pressed against Tyler’s well lubed entrance.

“Baby boy,” he growled, pushing forward without so much as a warning, sliding into him, agonizingly slow, bit by big, “eh…so fuckin’ tight,”

“Pogue…” Tyler wailed softly, his face flushed, and his eyes closed. So good…so damn good…

Those moans were music to his ears, just watching his baby boy in pure ecstasy, God; he couldn’t possibly get any harder. He leaned forward on his forearms, his hair falling forward, giving him an undeniably sexy look.

Slowly, he began to move, listening for Tyler’s reactions,

A low keening cry pushed past Tyler’s lips, his hips arching upwards mindlessly to meet Pogue’s thrust, whilst he looked away bashfully; it felt too good, to think it was his ’brother who was causing so much pleasure. How could he face that?

“Baby boy,” Pouge purred softly, like that of a lover, “look at me, Ty, tell me, tell me how it feels,”

To accentuate his point, he thrust his hips forward sharply, watching in delight as Tyler’s back arched against the bed, those sapphire blue eyes wild with lust, and desire.

“Tell me,” He purred again, leaning down to trail his tongue up along the shell of Tyler’s ear.

“Oooo! Pogue…feels so good…so big,” He rambled out, moans and whimpers pulling from his lips, “fuck me, Pouge, just like that…so good,”

A rush of heat surged from the tips of Pogue’s ears, all the way down to his groin, a soft growl ripping from his full lips as his hips moved faster, his thrusts moving so much deeper. That innocence, he had to have it, he had to take it and make it his.

“AH! Pouge!” Tyler wailed when he felt the second eldest son wrap his hand around his weeping erection, jerking him off just as quickly as those thrusts. He reached out, tangling his hands into that silky hair, tugging him forward and crushing his lips to Pogue’s.

Beneath lowered lashes, green orbs bled black, adoration evident in the onyx pupil-less eyes, sending waves upon waves of uncontrollable pleasure through his lover’s body.

Tearing his lips away, a sharp cry of pleasure tore from Tyler’s throat, his hips bucking as the waves of pleasure built up and crashed down into an earth shaking orgasm; cum splashing all along his stomach, coating over Pogue’s hand. Wearily, he watched as Pogue came as well, his orgasm milked from him by his a lover. It was truly a gorgeous sight to behold, like a lion roaring; so powerful.

“Em…” Pogue moaned, pulling out from Tyler’s tight body, listening to the soft moan the fell from his lips.

Using, he cleaned both of them up before falling on his side beside Tyler, smirking with what happened next.

He yawned softly, a flush still evident in his cheeks before he rolled over into Pogue’s chest, nuzzling closer.

‘Guess I didn’t steal all your innocence…’ he thought with a smile, watching Tyler nuzzle, and begin falling asleep.

End

Fic: Detox...

2009-04-18T08:21:28Z

Summary: Who knew that Randy could be such a bitch when it comes to quitting?
Rating: T [This chapter at least]
A/N: Not beta’d…at all, and will contain input from Angel-muse, Mmkay? Oh, other stars too. ^^

Preamble

Sure, he’d seen him do it before. Many a time in fact since their days in OVW, but now, it lacked that sexy luster it once offered up. It made him think he was about to lick a full ashtray.

Cerulean orbs watched the process with practical disgust…

He watched as those full lips – which felt amazing around his cock – wrapped around the end of his cancer stick, before a translucent blue lighter was brought up to light the tip.

He took in a deep breath, making sure that his nerves got a sweet intake of the Nicotine, rat poison, tar, and other things. He than expelled the breath into the warm air of Tampa where the white plume of smoke flourished outwards, dying off as if nothing; just what he thought of smoking.

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of actually kissing that full ashtray, something he sure as hell didn’t wanna think of.

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Chapter one: Kicking Butts

“Hey Ran,” John murmured, looking down at his lover whose head was nuzzled against his thigh,

“Em?” Came his reply

“I want you to quit,”

Very confused, Randy shot up and turned his narrowed eyes towards John, he looked like he was ready to throw a few not so nice words, and if not that, a few fists.

“Relax love, I didn’t mean that, I meant smoking,”

Still, this drew forth a groan of frustration and a muttered out great

“Randy,” he sighed

“Just drop it, John,”

“Why won’t you do it? Consider it for your career,”

“Right, well Jeff still does it, so I don’t see why I should stop,” Randy argued as he stood up to find his jeans strewn to the floor somewhere.

“Than do it for me,” John beseeched.

He turned his head upwards, pack of cigarettes and lighter already in hand. His pale baby blues showing the internal battle, as the hue faded in and out.

“Babe, there’s so much second-hand smoke, Ang is suffering, and we’ve got a pretty big yard in between, honestly,” John folded strong arms over his broad chest.

Scoffing, Randy took a seat across from John, and pulled out another smoke.

“I’ll think about it,” He muffled, getting ready to light it only to jump in complete surprise at John’s leap towards him, where he snatched it away.

“Allow me to do the thinking for you, Ran," The older man gave a rather sarcastic smirk, picking up the carton of cigarettes, “things might be better for you if I do,”

“Hey! Give it back,” He ordered, but John was already standing and heading down the hall towards the bathroom, “JOHN!”

No reply came, only the sound of the door slamming shut.

“Shit,” Randy cursed, getting up quickly, practically stumbling as he ran for the door, “John, open the fuckin’ door,”

“Deal with it,” He mused, the sound of the toilet flushing reverberating through the door from the room.

“Eh…” the younger man whined out, “why…?”

John merely opened the door, and waltzed past his pouting boyfriend.

“I hate you,” Randy grunted.

“Em hm, I love you too, babe,”

“Why am I complaining?” He huffed, making his way towards the living room where they had been to grab his jeans, “I’ll just get another,”

Narrowing his eyes, the older of the two took up his cell phone and sent out a text message to someone he knew could handle the situation.

“I’ll be back,” Randy called, leaving the house,

“Sooner than you think,” John hummed out, standing near the front window, just watching, and waiting.

As he began sauntering down the walkway, he didn’t see, nor hear the person taking their sweet time to saunter his way until…

“AHHH!” Randy yelped when he was tackled down to the ground, and sat upon, a slap to the back of his head causing him to hiss out angrily, “Ah! You fuckin’ suck too,”

“And you swallow, Orton. Pull up your big girl panties and deal with it,” Angel ordered, wrinkling her nose, “eh, you smell like an ashtray,”

“Get offa me,” He grunted, somehow unable to move her from his spine as strong as he was.

“Johnny, I’m not draggin’ your chew toy in, that’s your job,” She called

A smirk crossed John’s handsome face as he leaned on the doorframe, eyeing the spectacle before him. He than walked out towards the two where he took a hold of his lover's arm, and pulled him up.

“Did you get the rest of the reinforcements?” Angel arched her pierced brow.

“Yeah,” John nodded, while Randy eyed him with a narrowed glare.

“This should be...fun to say the least,” She smirked at the younger of the two men, obviously knowing more than he.

“Fun…” Randy winced

To be continued......upon feedback

Fic: Making you feel good

2009-02-12T22:01:18Z

Sos, I promised that I’d post this on Saturday, but I changed my mind since I honestly don’t plan on doing my Spanish homework, don’t have the binder anyway. :/ I’m gonna work on a few other things today, and try for tomorrow if the G-spot and GH forum don’t steal my attention, as well as studying, moving on…

Summary: Randy’s exhausted, and just needs something to relax him…
A/N: I sorta did this late one night awhile ago, so it may suck. Not beta’d. Doesn’t follow any actual timeline, just what I came up with.
Feedback: Please ♥

Sleep was the only thing Randy Orton wanted as an exhausted grumble passed his lip, while entering the hotel room he was sharing with John. For now, all he wanted was to crawl beneath the sheets, and allow the sweet kiss of slumber to slumber over his eyes.

Managing not to fall, he stumbled into the room as if drunk, although all he managed was a shot of Jack Daniels at the bar just for his lover, only to end up in his current situation.

With another grunt, Randy dragged himself towards the bed where he fell back onto it. Sure, his achy body greatly desired a hot shower, but again, it was the last thing on his mind.

Soon enough, after hitting the pillow, he was out cold.

John hummed very softly as he waltzed into the hotel room. He moved in close only to stop short when his cerulean orbs met Randy’s boyish face.

To someone who couldn’t tell, he was just that, boyish. However, he saw the exhaustion that marred such an angelic face, which only gave him an idea…

Sauntering over, John kicked off his shoes, and moved towards Randy; he knew, no matter how tired he was, Randy tended to be a light sleeper, especially if John wasn’t there.

He reached down whilst kneeling on the end of the bed in order to remove Randy’s shoes, and unbutton his jeans.

“I’m not drunk, John…” Randy grunted out sleepily

He earned no reply, for John had moved closer to lap his tongue over the outline of his lover’s cock through the thin material of his boxers.

“AH,” the younger man gasped out, the lick bringing him out of his sleepy state; however, he kept his eyes closed.

Soon, his boxers were gone, followed by a skillful and agile tongue making slow, torturous work of Randy’s hard cock.

“Em…” he moaned out, mouth agape, while one of his hand’s tangled itself in John’s slightly longer hair, tightening his grip when need.

John groaned softly having licked his lover into a full hard state; it looked so inviting, like a bit sweet lollipop at the store. Without so much as a thought, he slowly engulfed his lover’s weeping erection into his hot mouth, listening the moans of pure pleasure fill the air.

“FUCK!” Randy cried out when John’s tongue pressed almost possessively to the underside of his shaft, causing his hips to buck upwards. “God, Johnny, more,”

Never one to ignore begging, John reached for the tube of lube on the nightstand, where he applied a good amount to his middle and index finger, he than draped one of his lover’s long legs over his shoulders for better access.

“Emff,” he groaned around Randy’s dick while rubbing his lubed fingers against his entrance, savoring every moan, whimper and whine, just as his fingers breeched the ring of muscle.

“John…” He once again gasped, but this time as he arched upwards from his sweet spot being found so easily.

All he could do was moan out in ecstasy, with occasional pants thrown in, his hands fisting the comforter tightly instead of John’s hair, all while bucking to get his fingers moving deeper, harder and faster.

“Johnny…” He panted out continuously, which only stroked John’s ego enough to take him to the most sinful levels of pleasure a blow job, and finger fucking could produce, “…I’m gonna…”

A deep cry from deep within Randy’s chest was released, his back arching practically off the bed, his toes curling up and hands fisting the comforter tightly.

Relaxing his throat instinctively, John swallowed it all, smirking at how much his lover’s body continued to convulse, straining for control. His agile tongue gave one final lick before he removed his mouth from Randy’s spent dick.

“You owe me,” He purred, crawling up beside Randy.

“Em…” Randy muttered sleepily, rolling into John’s arms, slumber’s kiss now a full on knock out to his worn out body, “Whatever you say…”

~ Fin

Graphics: I haz been a busy bee ^^

2009-01-29T07:07:50Z

Thanks to the snow day today, and the fact that I can't write a fic for shit ~~need to catch up with RAW, than maybe...~~, I've made a million and one icons - or so it seems - and watched America's Best Dance Crew many times. So, I come to share the goods.

It would be absolute ♥ if I could get feedback on these, and that if anyone snags that I'm credited. Thankies. ^^

30 icons, 1 graphic:
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[5] Fefe Dobson
[6] Random (Deviantart pictures, Northern lights, etc)
[4] Anime (Crimson Hero & Okami)
[3] Mark Wahlberg
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[1] Four Brothers graphic to Brother by Vic Mignogna (Voice of Edward Elric ~~is a dork~~)

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Fic: Our Truth [Chapter 8 + 9]

2008-12-29T08:24:53Z

Hokay, I need to make a tiny little change. For whatever fucked up reason that whole “Randy topping to get John forever shit,” kinda just came out, and I’d like to change that to the actual thing that ‘sposed to happen. Ya know, biting your lover kinda thing, and technically it’ll be…screw it, you’ll see later on.

I’m sorry if it sucks, I’m still stuck on stupid with my new fandom/coupling, also…it’s been a while since I’ve done any really good smut.

Definitely isn’t beta’d. ^^;;

Enjoy

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Chapter eight

Angel hummed softly, lost in thought as she sat on the island in the kitchen that had enough food to feed an army.

‘How to catch a vampire who knows how to outsmart others…?’ She mused, bouncing her leg up, and down, only for the refrigerator door closing to grab her attention.

Looking up, she met the cute smile belonging to Evan, who to her was literally a fledgling among the ageless.

Just than, a small smirk crossed her face.

“Hey Evan, could you do me a favor?” she chirped as he sat down.

He tilted his head to the side with his brow arched upward.

“Sure, what’d you need?”

“Well…”

Being that Evan was incredibly agile for a vampire, much like Jeff, he was probably best to help Angel keep Dave grounded.
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“Hey Dave!” Evan called to the brown-eyed vampire, “Could you help out with something?”

Arching a brow, he nodded following the fledgling through a door that seemed almost…vaguely familiar.

”Evan, what’re you…” His question was cut short when Evan shoved him down hard to the cold stone floor of the cell.

“Sorry man, Ang asked,” he grinned as said vampire sat on Dave, allowing the fledgling to tie him up.

Snickering, Angel stood up, and looked down at the charmer.

“Sorry, can’t have you making the more difficult for Randy, they’re meant for each other, sweetheart, and you’re just too good at charming people for him to compete with,” the ‘elderly’ vampire mused.

Sighing, Dave managed to sit up, utilizing impressive abdominal muscles.

“You know how much I hate losing,” he grunted.

“Yes, I do hon,” Angel shrugged, “but they’ve had history, it’s supposed to work out that way,”

“Well…coming from you,” Dave sighed out angrily, “I guess I’ve got no choice,”

“Ah, I love the sound of respect in the evening, “Angel teased, folding her hands behind her head, tilting slightly onto only one foot, “don’t worry, I’ll set you up something pretty,”

‘Just hope Randy doesn’t fuck up,’ she thought, brow twitching.

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Randy breathed out a sigh as he watched John stand out on the balcony, the moonlight causing a glow to form around his former lover’s half naked body.

To a human, it would be considered stalking what he was doing, but as vampire’s put it, it was the way of searching for their life long lover, a mate. All through admiration of beauty.

‘God, I want you so damn bad…’ He thought clenching his fangs.

“Stop hiding from me, Randy. I know you’re watching me,” John called, his eyes closed.

Eyes wide with surprise, the younger vampire leapt from the tree branch, and landed rather gracefully beside John.

“How’d you know?”

“A family like mine, we had some impressive powers,” John mused, opening his eyes to turn back and face him, “what more do you wanna torture me with?”

Remaining silent, Randy waltzed over, and leaned in, pressing his lips to John’s hopping he wouldn’t be pushed away this time around…

To his surprise, the older vampire didn’t, instead, John wrapped his arm around Randy’s waist, drawing him closer.

“So,” the younger vamp panted, braking away from the dizzying kiss, “I take it you’re not pissed at me anymore?”

“Oh trust me, I’m still pissed, I’m just sick of playing these games,” John murmured.

“That, I can deal with,” Randy purred, as he was pulled into another bruising kiss, where a yelp passed his lips when his lover’s hand ran heavily along the plains of his chest, and stomach.

Groaning very softly, the older vampire forced him back through the door towards the bed, where he ended up spun around, and pushed onto it, Randy straddling his lap.

He pulled away, only to remove Randy’s skin tight black shirt, and lean forward, his tongue snaking up along his ribcage, earning another yip from the younger.

“Still one of your many weak spots,” John purred, his voice taking on a much deeper, velvety tone, causing his lover to shiver.

Quite frustrated, and horny for a lack of better words, Randy slipped off of John’s lap to shove him back onto the bed completely, ready to take control of the situation.

As soon as the younger vampire straddled him again, John reached out for him, tugging him into another bruising kiss, taking his time in making him moan.

“Emmf,” Randy groaned, tracing his fingertips along his lover's slender hips, to take hold of the denim, and tug, revealing the bulge in his black boxers.

Breaking the kiss, he pressed swollen lips to John’s pulse, lapping at the spot, before gently sucking on it, all the while, swaying his hips in an unforgettable rhythm against John’s.

“Em,” John moaned out, his hips bucking in need of friction to meet Randy’s.

Traveling lower, the younger vampire laved his tongue up along his lover’s ribcage, and towards the sensitive nub of flesh, where he wrapped his lips around it sucking.

“Fuck, Randy,” he hissed out, as he shoved Randy back away

“What?”

Sitting up with impressive abdominal strength, John leaned in, and claimed a spot on Randy’s neck, while reached forward to cup his straining erection through tight black jeans, stroking.

“John…” The young vamp groaned, throwing his head back in order to relish in the feeling “fuck…feels so…good…”

A smirk creeped on his face, his fang skimming along his jugular.

“Don’t think I forgot it all…just how to make you cry out my name,” he purred, his hand finding the zipper, and tugging down painstakingly slow.

“Em,” Randy groaned, as his constricting jeans were slipped down narrow hips, revealing just how hard he was.

“Aw, going commando just for me?” John teased, brushing his fingers along the hardness, earning a soft mewl.

Groaning more, the younger vamp pushed John back again, and snaked down his lover’s body, towards his boxers, which he slid off quickly to admire the older vamp’s engorged erection, with pre-cum leaking.

“Em, I missed your thick cock,” Randy growled softly, opening his mouth, and swallowing his lover practically whole.

“Oh fuck… RANDY!!” John cried out, his hips arching upwards into his lover’s welcoming mouth.

Making convulsive swallows, he lapped his tongue up over the throbbing vein at the base, practically purring at a taste h hadn’t had in quite some time.

Once sure that his cock was completely coated in pre cum, and his saliva, Randy wrapped his hand around his lover’s shaft, timing it to stroke/twist while he continued to suck him off.

Groaning, John arched upwards.

“Fuck…I’m gonna…” he panted out, his hips bucking as he shot his load down Randy’s throat where some dropped down, over his chin.

Pulling back, the younger vampire swallowed, eyeing his lover with lusty intentions.

John sat up, and leaned in to lick away the stray trail of cum, only to meet Randy’s tongue, causing both slippery appendages to intertwine in a midair French kiss, before they finally made contact into a kiss.

He growled softly from deep within his chest as he pushed the younger vampire beneath him, grinding his hips in a sinful rhythm.

“Oh God…” the younger vampire arched upwards, only to once again be pushed down on to the bed, “Johnny…fuck me already, please,”

He seemed to forget about the original idea.

Taking in his lover’s pleading gaze, John moved his hand along Randy’s cheek, only to “force” three fingers into his mouth.

A deep sexy groan vibrated from Randy, as he sucked on his lover’s fingers, running his tongue over the digits.

Cerulean met pale blue, both brothering hues swimming with lust and desire, and both flecked crimson with said emotions.

John licked his lips, rubbing his knee against Randy’s rock hard cock, causing him to cry out, and arching his back.

“Johnny,” Randy practically sobbed, his lover’s fingers leaving his mouth with a juicy “POP!” whilst he bucked, his tight hole clenching, and unclenching in painstaking anticipation, “please…fuck me now,”

A coy smirk crossed the older vampire’s face, his fang protruding over his lower lip, as he leaned in to lap his tongue op over his lover’s throat, only for him to stop at his Adam’s apple, right near his jugular to nip.

“Oh…God!” He cried hoarsely when John’s thick fingers pushed past the ring of muscle, and found his sweet spot early on.

Arching his hips upward, Randy clenched his fists around the bedding, throaty moans, and whimpers escaping his pouty lips.

“Come on, baby, beg me for it, beg me to fuck you,” the elder vamp ordered, scissoring his fingers against the same spot that made him jump just a moment ago, and watching the results.

An almost animalistic cry ripped past Randy’s throat, the pleasure shooting up his spine, and causing him to thrash about.

“Oh God! John, please, I’m fucking begging you! Shove your cock up my ass already,” He exclaimed with such vigor, it not only shocked John, but left him as hard as diamond.

Licking his lips, John pulled out his fingers with a resounding suction pop, and flipped Randy onto his hands and knees – in one fail swoop - before sheathing his cock in his lover’s lubed hole.

“Damn,” he groaned at how tight Randy was. It stroked his ego to know that his lover hadn’t gotten fucked by anyone else in so long, that he remained faithful.

Randy moaned out, as he lulled his head to the side, pushing back on every thrust to push John deeper.

“God…it’s been too long,” John hissed, savoring the tight heat.

Randy simply moaned in agreement, the unadulterated pleasure almost sent him over the edge, even if they had just begun.

“So big…” He moaned out, clutching tightly at the comforter, the muscles in his back tightening up.

Another smirk crossed John’s face at how all Randy did was stroke his ego, giving him more desire to fuck him into the mattress.

Snapping his hips, the older vampire leaned in, tracing his milky white fang down along the length of his lover’s throat, earning a content purr that followed with his strokes.

“John…” Randy hissed softly at the magical tongue laving the sensitive part of his throat.

“Em,” John groaned, sinking his fangs into his tender flesh, drawing forth the purest ruby red gold he had ever tasted onto his tongue.

“Fuck!!” The younger vamp cried out, the carnal action sending him over the edge of pure bliss. Hot, sticky cum shooting out over his stomach whilst John’s strokes brought the levels higher.

His lover groaned as well, shooting his load, which pooled out of Randy’s hole, and along his thighs.

Both vampires let out sighs of contentment, falling forward onto the bed, satisfied as ever.

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

Angel snickered softly, having watched the entire "episode" with a perverted smirk on her face the entire time.

“Voyeur,” Adam accused, as did Edge, both blondes near her where drool could be seen...

“You watched too,” she accused right back watching the blush form on Adam’s face, and the smirk on Edge’s, “besides, you say it like it’s a bad thing,”

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Chapter nine

“Wow, I never thought I’d come back here again,” John mused, as he and Randy both stepped into the Victorian home, his blue eyes wandering the massive structure.

“I’m sure no one would expect it either,” the younger vampire teased, sticking his tongue out.

Suddenly, a flash of two figures jetting down the hall could be seen, one accidentally knocking John back onto his ass with such incredible speed.

“I don’t think I wanna even know,” he muttered, wincing slightly at the fall

“Heh, Shannon, and Jeff up to some new prank, wonder who they pissed of this time,” Randy mused casually, shrugging.

“Well than, can’t imagine what hell I’ll go through,”

“Meh, it shouldn’t be too bad,” another voice chirped, causing both blue eyed vampires to jump back, “Jeff thinks you’re hot,”

“Damnit Ang,” Randy winced, having jumped back enough to lose his balance and land none-to-gracefully on his ass.

Arching a brow, John looked up at the almost teenage-appearing vampire who had a teasing smirk on her face. There was something he couldn't place about her...

“Tsk, tsk, I guess you don’t remember me, Johnny,” Angel mused in a slightly crouched position beside John, reaching out to rub the top of his head affectionately, “it has been a long time though,”

Cerulean blue eyes held confusion at the words for but a moment before realization slowly dawned on him, bringing a certain light to his eyes.

“And the wheels have begun turning,” she smirked standing up, only to turn slightly and face Randy with a teasing look, “Nice job doing the dirty job, than again, you’re the one who took it up the ass,”

Burning fire engine red with embarrassment at her nochalant comment, the young vampire coughed, whilst his lover smirked, however, like his lover, it dawned on him,

“Hold it!! YOU VOYEUR!!” Randy accused, entire face now red.

Smirking, Angel could only shrug

“Funny, that’s exactly what Adam, and Edge told me,” she giggled, “I really thought that you’d get the gist by now, I’m a perv, and I’m gonna ask you about how the sex has been, so please, do get use to it,”

“So…now what?” Randy questioned with folly

“Hm, well…” she leaned against basically nothing, – another wonder of hers – and folded her arms over her bust line, “being that everyone here would be thrilled to know that the bet can be closed...”

“Whoa, wait…a bet?” Both stammered, staring intensely

“Ugh,” Angel laughed nervously, “Yeah, everyone thought you were way too... beautiful to just be human, so now it can gladly be laid to rest,”

“So, what about Vamp Control?” John questioned in the same manor as Randy

“Again with the childlike mannerisms,” the ‘elder’ vampire muttered, rolling her eyes, which in turn drew laughter from Randy.

“Eh, what I do?” John looked towards his lover

“Don’t worry about it,” the younger vamp smirked, their attention grabbed when she coughed

“As to your issues patrol boy. Well, you’re two months is still set, we can either make a huge mess out of it with false death, which is really fucked up, and a shitty idea. You can just go quit, or you could…come out of the closet about it,” Angel shrugged, “up to you entirely, sweetheart,”

“I’ll take the first or second for $500,” John cracked rather dryly with a straight face.

“Otay, or I go to Deadman, and get him to sign your life away to yours truly, as well as Matt’s, and a fathead by the nickname of MVP. No one can question it since…hello, a vampire with a life contract, that'd be suicide in itself,”

“Why Montel?”

“Heh, call me nosey all you want, but I convinced Dave last night after hog-tying him that Montel had a thing for him, after all, both have had a few run-ins, and there’s lots of chemistry,”

“He won’t be on my, or rather his ass anymore?” Randy practically chirped, a huge grin breaking out over his face at what was now his.

“Seems that way, you may be a few make out sessions short, especially in this house, but that’s the price to pay, and you know it,”

“And this is reason number one why you set up the covenant,” the younger vampire smirked, “You keep the order,”

“Basically, because someone has to; why do you think you all behave so well, specifically here?” She snorted rather Unladylike before turning to head upstairs, “Great, a meeting with vamp control, in business clothes, just how I wanted to spend my Saturday. Peachy…”

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“YOU WANNA WHAT?!?!” The officers of Vampire control exclaimed, all glaring at the vampire with unbridled hatred.

Sighing, Angel blew up her bangs - which flopped back down over her eye - turning her attention to the Deadman, and he Deadman only.

“Let me get this straight, all three for them?” He drawled with his heavy Texan accent.

“You know as well as I the stories behind these boys. Shit will keep hitting the fan unless it’s signed, I guarantee it,”

“My best officers,” he once again drawled, running a hand over his cheek more for show than legitimacy.

“I’m not taking them away forever unless that is their wish,” Angel sighed once again. Why did humans need so much for a simple deal? The Covenant wasn’t nearly as difficult to get signed.

A few moments passed before Mark picked up the pen and signed three lives over to said vampire.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you,” Angel smirked, taking the papers from the paper, and standing.

Faking sighs of disbelief, Matt, and Montel stood up, and followed her as she left the large conference room.

Once gone, the tension of the riot only seemed to increase.

“How could you, Mark?!” Michelle shouted.

“It’s a Covenant that was written hundreds of years ago, Michelle, no one can break it. It’s an exchange, a very minute one at that,” He explained.

“What’ll happen to them?” Amy muttered worried about John.

“Trust me,” Mark sat back, trying his damndest not to smirk, “they’ll be in good hands,”

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“WOO! Finally outta there!” Matt exclaimed happily as he walked into the home, only to be jumped on.

“MATTY!!” Jeff exclaimed happily having knocked his brother down

“Jeff…air, please,” he choked out as Shannon joined the love glomp.

Angel smiled shaking her head as she walked past them and the blushing new couple of Dave and Montel. Dave finding pleasure in spreading his charm with that sexy, fangy smile, and puppy dog brown eyes.

As she trailed back towards her room, she saw John, and Randy near the window where Randy had been before, alone and pissy.

‘What a change’ she thought, her sharp eyes catching that their hands were laced together, and they were snuggled rather closely. She caught Randy nuzzling John, before turning and pressing a kiss to his lover’s lips.

Finally at her room, Angel took note that she had left her music playing, one simple part of the song that summed up the entire experience.

Trying to forget
We’re falling right through
Lying to forget
We’re raising our truth

“Finally over,” she grumbled, stopping the song, and falling back onto her futon with the pillow over her head, “no more drama…at least not for a little while..."

~Fin

Well, that's the end, hope you all enjoyed it. ^-^

To share with linearation...

2008-11-28T01:43:45Z

...Because you're the only one on my f-list interested in Higurashi, and who has seen it, I thought I'd share this haunting video with you. :D

Enjoy.

Fic: Your punishment

2008-11-17T03:22:54Z

Okie, I know that miraclepaint's probably SOOO pissed off at me for being so late, but I had some revising to do with the fic, and it turned out being really long. Sorry.

- First, there’s one thing I have to explain: If anyone hasn’t ever read my fic Our Truth, or read chapter 6 +7 of said story, I have a muse by the name of Angel, who makes sure shit is set straight for my other muses. That being said, ~~you can call this self-insertion if you want~~ Angel ends up being a supporting character in this fic as their neighbor who knows about their love life, and is quite the helpful one. ~~No worries, no OC entry~~.

Enjoy

“Lucy, I’m home!” Randy called walking through the hall to the living room, only to hear snickering, “the hell?”

He arched a brow following the sound to find his lover, as well as his neighbor, Angel.

“Ang?” The young man chirped.

“Yo, what’s up ‘Dal?” She smirked her eyes instantly darting to his sleeve tattoos, “how ya been?”

“Eh,” he replied, sitting in one of the chairs near the couch that the two occupied, “quit staring,”

“Geez. You’re such a girl, you’re acting as if I was staring at your ass,” she teased, before turning to face John, “Don’t you have something to say?”

Pursing his lips, the older man simply eyed his lover.

“Ugh, Johnny,” Randy uttered, uncomfortable with those beautiful blue eyes strained upon him.

‘Oh boy,’ Angel rolled her eyes sighing, ‘here we go again.’

A small slightly uncomfortable silence grew between the trio. The only sound was the clicking of the second hand on the clock that is until…

“AI! What’d I do?” Randy exclaimed, causing Angel to burst into a giggle fit, “Not Funny!”

“Oh trust me, it is,” Angel grinned.

“Johnny, what’d I do?” He continued to whine, close to a full-blown tantrum.

His answer was John standing up, and walking over to him. He reached out, and took hold of his lover’s arm.

“You got new art, but I preferred the canvas beforehand,” he mused, referring to the tattoos, “you should’ve gone with either half, or quarter sleeves,”

“Hmph,” Randy pouted, quite distraught, only for it to turn around completely, “Hey, wait, how do you know about different tattoos?”

“Hi!” Angel chirped, popping up from behind John, as she waved, and held out the “i” in hi.

“You think they suck too?” He pouted more.

“Um, I generally like tattoos on hot guys, but sweetheart, you look like ‘Taker’s bi-curious cousin…it works…sorta,” she smiled sheepishly at him.

“Ouch, that hurt,” the young man muttered.

“And than you have the whole gay face…” Angel mused, only to slap her hand over her mouth, “oops,”

“G-gay face?” Randy stuttered.

“Sorry ‘Dal,” she winced slightly, giving an apologetic smile.

“Johnny,” he whined

“Don’t whine at me, I still haven’t punished you yet,” John snorted.

“Oh, the punishment. You guys gonna film it this time so I can send it to some friends?” Angel grinned lecherously, although it held something more.

“Pervert,” both men accused, Randy more than John.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing, honestly,” she wriggled her brows

“Ang,” John warned, earning a huff in reply.

“Fine, fine,” She rolled her eyes, heading for the door, “Orton, you had better call me later. We’ll gossip about who’s doing who, and than you can tell me how Johnny fucked you sex ways from Sunday,”

With that said, she left their home to head for her own.

Randy snorted, but knew he’d end up talking to her about it, because that’s just how much of a lovable, pervy neighbor she was.

“Now, where were we?” John inquired, a sadistic smirk crossing his face.

“You were gonna let me go with just a spanking?” Randy batted his lashes.

“Nah, that’d be too easy, babe. I had other things in mind,“ he purred softly, “as for when, well…”

Shivering, Randy let out a nervous laugh as he clutched his cell phone in his pocket, and stood, making a speedy beeline to the bathroom upstairs, leaving John behind to snicker.
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Let me get this straight, he didn’t punish you on the spot, so now…you’re nervous, twice as much in comparison to your debut? Angel inquired via cell phone.

“Basically,” Randy sighed, sitting on the counter.

Aw, poor baby. Lo siento mucho

“Ang, English please,”

I said I was sorry. Look hon, puck it up, and take it like a man. You’ve taken it up the ass before, you can do it again,

“Harsh, I thought you loved me,” Randy pouted

Stop pouting, I know you are.

“Is it scary how well you know me?” Randy smiled as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Yeah, and yes I do love you as I love Johnny, but come on, you’re flipping out over getting fucked. Deal with it.

He snorted, as he entered their shared room, only to stop when he bumped into his lover.

’Dal, heeeelllooooo!?

Smirking, John easily plucked the phone away

“Sorry Ang, girl talks gotta end, and don’t worry, he’ll call you with the nitty gritty later,”

A’ight, have fun boys she mused casually

He snapped the phone shut, tossing it to the side carelessly so he could take a hold of Randy’s shirt collar, dragging him towards the bed, where he pushed him back onto it.

Giving a small, evil smirk, John crawled onto his lover, straddling him, and than leaning down to nip at Randy’s pulse, earning moans.

“So easy,” the older man purred, sticking his tongue out to lap at the hickey he ended up creating.

“Am…not,” the younger man groaned, now putty from one of his many weak spots being exploited.

Rolling his eyes, John snorted before removing his lover’s shirt easily so he could lead a trail of butterfly kissed from the underside of Randy’s chin, down to his neck, to just where the tattoo on his upper arm ended; all the while listening to the deep throaty moans.

“I wonder,” he mused, tracing his tongue along the very bold lines of the body art.

Groaning, he bucked his hips upward, his jeans, and boxers getting soooo tight.

“Fuck,” he whined, as his lover’s skilled mouth worked along his shoulder to the tiny part of the tribal tattoo that wrapped around the side of his neck.

John pulled back, a smirk crossing his handsome face at the sight before him: Randy’s face was flushed bright red; his bottom lip was between his teeth to hide what moans he could, and a soft sheen of sweat could be seen on his skin.

Snickering, his cerulean blue eyes moved lower to meet the huge bulge in his lover’s skin tight jeans

John purred softly, unbuttoning Randy’s jeans, so he could slide them down long legs, revealing nothing but gorgeous, tanned skin, which was looked upon with greedy eyes.

He licked his lips a la LL Cool J, so he could lean down, and almost barely graze his teeth over his lover’s muscular thighs, trailing upwards towards his abs.

“Shit, shit,” Randy moaned out, his orgasm so close, and John hadn’t even touched “him” yet.

Growling against his lover’s neck, John pulled away to press a passionate kiss to Randy’s lips.

“Eh,” he moaned out again, his mind a complete haze, unaware of what else was going on…

Trailing his hands upwards, the older man managed to slip his lover’s wrists into a pair of leather handcuffs that he had managed to secure to the bed.

Such an action set off Randy’s alarm, forcing him to tears his lips away.

“You didn’t think you’d get away that easily, did you?” John arched a brow, tracing his finger down the sculpted plains of Randy’s chest.

Swallowing hard, the younger man stared up with a nervous hint in his eyes.

He smirked at the gesture his lover took up, only to slink down the evident bulge in Randy’s boxers, pulling them off.

“Heh, I never knew your cock would strain that much,” John teased, running his fingertip over the purple/red engorged head of his lover’s erection.

“John!” Randy cried out, his hips surging upwards.

Pitying him, John wrapped a massive hand around his lover’s cock, stroking him.

Randy whimpered out, as he bit his lip, his orgasm close, so very close, only to released a choked yelp.

An evil smirk touched John’s lips, watching the younger man groan, and buck his hips.

“A little constricted lover?” he teased, peeling off his own clothing to stand quite erect.

Clenching his jaw, Randy’s eyes met a pair of lusty orbs, anxious for the actions to come.

“Hm,” John uttered with a sly look as he picked up a lit candle from the side table that had gone unnoticed.

He tilted his wrist slightly, gravity taking hold very slowly as a thin line of crimson wax dribbled onto Randy’s abs, causing a loud hissing sound.

Crying out, Randy’s chest caved in, and his muscles tensed up. His lover had made sure to pay close attention where the wax would land, namely over the plains of his chest, and his nipples.

John groaned out, the cries of pain pure music to his ears.

The younger man whimpered out, as the wax began to dry on his skin, melding to the shape of his sexy body. He panted out, face flushed.

“Wanna beg baby?” The older man arched a brow, placed the candle down to palm his lover’s engorged, and restricted erection.

“Johnny,” He moaned out, “fuck,”

“Hm, maybe you’ve been punished enough,” he smirked forcing three fingers into Randy’s mouth, “do yourself the favor,”

Randy whined, lubing up John’s fingers with his tongue, only to have him pull out.

Positioning himself comfortably, John traced his index around Randy’s entrance, watching as his tight hole clenched, and unclenched before forcing two fingers in.

“AI!” Randy cried, arching his back, and twisting his wrists in the cuffs, rubbing them raw.

His cries turned into pants, and moans of pleasure; begging for John to fuck him six ways from Sunday already.

“If that’s what you want,” John smirked, bending his lover’s legs, and forcing them back towards his chest.

He licked his lips, leaning over him, his cock aimed for Randy’s tight, lubed hole.

“Johnny…” Randy whined impatiently.

Without any other words, he plunged deep, listening to the deep throaty moaning.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” John hissed, moving slowly, but with assertive thrusts, hitting his lover’s sweet spot over, and over again.

Loud cries of pleasure slipped from Randy’s pouty lips, as he titled his hips slightly to get John’s cock deeper.

“You feel…so…huge,” He panted, his own cock twitching with need for release, “Johnny…please…”

Groaning out, John snapped his hips, the term fucking him into the mattress a reality.

“John,” Randy once again whined.

The older man leaned down, latching at his lover’s neck, while his hand snaked between them to pull the cock ring off.

“Fuck, fuck,” the younger man, cried out, with his orgasm, cum squirting along his chest.

“Shit!” John groaned, shooting his own seed into Randy, before pulling out.

Both lay there panting, until the older man un-handcuffed his lover, and rolled off, laying back with Randy cuddling up to him.

“Gonna think before you get any tattoos, huh?” He inquired, tracing his fingertips over dried wax that would surely leave raw, red spots.

“Em, hm,” Randy muttered sleepily.

They lay there for a moment before a buzzing drew John’s attention, causing him to reach for his cell phone on the side table. A text message.

So, did the stuff come in handy?
-Ang

‘More than you know,’ he thought with a smirk, looking down at Randy.

~Fin

Randy's tattoos

2008-11-07T02:06:59Z

So, he talks, and talks, and finally we hear about his tattos.

YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

2008-11-05T04:23:57Z

WOOT!! OBAMA'S PRES, BITCHES!!!!! ><

That is all. :3

That...is BULLSHIT!!!

2008-10-23T14:17:36Z

Okay, I could deal with Youtube having "copyright" over music in videos, or over shows, yada, yada, but they kept the video up live. NOW! I've got "99" videos instead of 102, because the fuckin' copyright owners of two songs I have don't want them seen.

To say that I am pissed off, is the understatement of the year. -.-*

How can you put that up, when everyday, someone has their video stolen off of some site, or someone has to worry about adding a watermark to their video because of it? What right do YOU have to remove something that I made in the first place? And what right do you have to say that...

It's bullshit, and it's not fair that I lost two videos, when there are people stealing them from me, and posting them up as well. The people at Google, and Youtube need to get a fuckin' email account, and let us complain about it, I'm sure there are more than enough people angered enough to wanna change it. So much for YT being for people, they're out to make the damn copyright owners happy, they need to sit it down already.

~

Anime: W...T...H...?

2008-10-22T02:05:17Z

Um, yeah, so I began watching the dubbed version of Ouran High Host club, just as brokengem had, and like her, I watched the subbed version first, and well... WTH?!?!? ~~For those that have no idea, I'm sorry. ^^;;~~

Here's my rant on the voice overs of the main:

Haruhi = Bad voice over. She sounds so lame, I just can't get over it, her voice just rubs me the wrong way. They were better off getting Laura Bailey, because at least she can go from doing Lust, and Keiko, to doing Shin's voice, hell, Brina Palencia could've done a good job.

Hikaru, and Karou = Aw! I love those two, the voice overs fit very well, it's adorable. Todd Haberkorn's voice is just a little deeper than Greg Ayres ~~I LOVE HIM! =^^=~~ though, so it's a little off when they don't talk at the same time. All good nevertheless.

Kyouya = I no yike it. >< His voice isn't suave, it's just...there. John Burgmeier could've done a better job I'm sure, because if he sounded hot as Youko Kurama, he'll sound hot as Kyouya.

Mitskuni = Luci sounds far too childish to play him, because Hani-kun does get a little rougher. She's also a little to feminine for my liking. Colleen Clinkenbeard could probably do a MUCH better job.

Tamaki = Vic is like an acquired taste in this role. If he had a bit more base in his voice, it'd probably be better, but hey, it's cute. ^-^

Takashi = Hasn't spoken yet. That's all I can say, but I'm sure Travis will do a very good job. ^^

That's my rant, and I'm stickin' to it.
~

Video: John Cena on Rove Daily

2008-10-14T01:23:12Z

I can't get the embed code, but here's the link to the video:

http://www.rovedaily.com.au/video.htm?vxSiteId=5375a8e5-9ee8-4005-802d-01ed41d3c200&vxChannel=Just%20Added&vxClipId=2491_rv_8_johncena_27_081012&vxBitrate=300&CMP=LEC-DANCEgetVideoLink

I absolutely love this dork, so much. I know who he'd turn gay for... :3

Halloween help, please...

2008-10-10T22:42:21Z

Okie tay, I need some help from you gals. I'm writing a fic, for ya know, Halloween, and what I need is some ideas for costumes.

I still haven't completely decided, but the help would be much appreciated if you could give me some ideas for costumes for the guys ~~I know mainly the guys, but the divas don't really have a voice in my Muse!Comm.~~ So, guys like:

Jeff:
Matt:
Dave:
MVP:
Shawn:
HHH:

Also, technically, Randy's a cat, ~~cute, I know~~, and John...Superman, but I'm open for options for John-John.

Thankies, muchas.

~Hasta

Halloween!!

2008-10-08T20:01:35Z

Otay, I must admit, I couldn't resist this either. =^^=

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
archangel_92 goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as an angel.
a7xschoolie tricks you! You get a scratched CD.
brokengem gives you 1 softly glowing chocolate-flavoured pieces of taffy.
daydreamdrifter tricks you! You get a clothespin.
eric_idle_rules gives you 19 pink spearmint-flavoured gumdrops.
kirakira_luxury gives you 9 orange watermelon-flavoured gumdrops.
linearation gives you 1 softly glowing cinnamon-flavoured jawbreakers.
numara gives you 1 milky white tropical-flavoured gummy worms.
rkowhore79 gives you 6 red-orange cherry-flavoured gumdrops.
rotcbandnut04 gives you 10 green coffee-flavoured nuggets.
xxcrimsoneyesxx tricks you! You get a used tissue.
archangel_92 ends up with 47 pieces of candy, a scratched CD, a clothespin, and a used tissue.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Fic: Our Truth [Chapter 7]

2008-10-08T02:44:32Z

Yup, another chapter so nobody’s mad for the cliffy “mystery person” from last time, so after this, I plan on taking a very mini break in order to do my other one-shot fics that I started, and than I’ll keep going with this.

But of course all the stupid little mistakes you see are mine, forgive me. For the mind moves faster than the hand can type. Oh! All that underlined stuff, either out of habit, or to grab your attention. :D

Feedback: PLEASE!!!! ^O^ ♥

John’s hand came up to his lips, tracing over where he had been so passionately kissed. The thought of the kiss with, Dave swarming through his mind.

Someone as good looking as you shouldn’t pout, you realize that.

I do, but I’m not taking advantage of you, not now, not after what you’ve been through.

Dave was just so, so…utterly charming that it honestly caused him to think on whether or not he should chose him, over Randy. However, who could blame him, after all the shit that he had gone through with his former lover, the thought of starting a new with someone that legitimately had a deep interest in his well-being...

Well, it was comforting, and reassuring.

He would make the right choice, right? Right?
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Randy grumbled, as he walked into his room, his bare feet scuffing across the carpet.

“Dayum! You look like hell – no offense,” Jeff chirped from the hallway, being that his room wasn’t too far down.

“Bite me, Hardy,” Randy muttered, snatching his towel from his bed, and rubbing it over his head.

“What the hell happened anyway?” Edge inquired, poking his head past the doorframe opposite of Jeff.

“Let’s just say, I ran into him, and things…weren’t too peachy between us,” the blue-eyed vampire explained, pausing in his action.

“Dude, maybe you should go to see, Ang,” Jeff advised

“Ya know, he’s right, she could probably help you out,” he blonde vampire mused.

Randy let it sink in; maybe he should go see her…

Angel was a vampire, one that a lot seemed to see as a “motherly,” figure. She gave the advice, and made sure shit was set straight. She also had struck up a deal with ‘Taker that if any of her “kids” were found screwing up, she would personally rip them a new one when they got back.

Often though was Angel teased for being old just because she was one of the vamps who organized the covenant between the humans, and vampires. However, she could care less knowing that she was revered under most situations…

Question was: could she help out our distressed vampire?

Heeding the advice given to him, Randy made his way at a rather fast pace to the room Ang usually resided in.

He sighed reaching for the handle of the door, and turned it walking into the room, laden with rock music, and posters; to say she wasn’t a tomboy was an absolute lie.

Some detail about this very old vampire is missing, oh yeah, Angel although very old by year, and mental standards was well…was able to stop aging, and it left her at about twenty.

“’Bout time you came my way, Pretty boy,” Angel mused, from her red, and black futon with her laptop playing City sleeps’ ‘Not an angel’

“You were expecting me?” He inquired, pulling out her computer chair to sit across from her.

She eyed him from over her laptop, her amber/brown eyes locking with his pale baby blues.

“Honey, with all the talk of you tryin’ to get back with vampire patrol boy. Of course I’ve been waitin’ for your narrow behind,” she snorted very unladylike, ruffling her brown hair, “besides that, think of me as the Oracle from The Matrix, I know these things,”

“Wait – please don’t tell me…you knew…”

Sighing out, she sat up from her computer to look him in the eye.

“Fourteen years ago, a fire broke out from the Cena household, not too far from here, as I’m sure you know. It was set over the fact that they were a frickin’ clan with their five boys, and a pretty powerful one at that. I was the only who really knew, and there was nothing I could truly do while he wandered around the city,”

Randy shivered at the thought of his lover, so lost, so alone.

“Now, the reason you’re here is to get your Beyonce on,” Angel wriggled her brows in a suggestive manner.

“You’re a perv,” He muttered, only to have a pillow hit his head.

“Living with very little estrogen in this house does that,” She murmured, “So, gonna listen to what I gotta say?”

Randy nodded slowly, putting his trust in her.

“Step the fuck up, Orton!” the ‘elder’ vampire exclaimed.

“I’m trying,” he whined, only to have Angel jump on him, and began beating him up, so it basically looked like a chibi fight between them. In short, very comically in both height, and appeal.

“Bull! Dave’s beating you because in this state, he’s got more charm than you do, whereas all you care about…” Angel began trying to actually hit him.

“Stop!” Randy seemed to laugh at how childlike she could be.

“IS HURTING JOHN!!!” She exclaimed, smacking him upside the head, and hard.

“OW! …” Randy muttered rubbing his head. He than blinked a few times as her words became quite clear, ”Wait – what?”

“Randy, you tried hurting him by throwing it back in his face that he lied to you,” Angel mused, folding her arms below her bust, “you both were angry, but more angry at yourselves than at one another. Adding this to the very situation where you were his prey because he lived a different lifestyle, one of lies,”

He lowered his head, the words so true to him.

“Believe it or not, babe, but between the two of you, that was your truth,”

“Our…truth?” He arched a brow

“Em hm,” she nodded, “you both were in denial. You for the fact that you thought you could be an asshole, and fuck around with the poor boy, but deep down, you loved him so dearly. As for John, well everyone still believes he’s a human with vampire markings, and he had hoped on living like that for a very long time, but Dave called him out on his lies, now it’s down to not what life he chooses, but who he chooses to have a relationship with."

Randy bit his lip, before finally speaking.

“So…what should…I do?” He questioned meekly, appearing childlike.

She pursed her lips, and than sighed.

“Boy, why couldn’t you be bi?” She muttered angrily, “that way I could sink my fangs into you too,”

“H-huh?” Randy stammered, blushing brightly.

“Oh nothing, so, you sure you wanna know, pretty boy?” Angle inquired, arching a brow.

“Come on, Ang, please,” the blue-eyed vamp pouted, and batted his lashes.

“A’ight, take a chill pill,” she stuck her tongue out, “I’m sure I can keep Big Dave distracted long enough since he’s Bi –“

“Dave’s Bi!?” He chirped, interrupting her.

“Ugh, yeah, why do you think he hits on, Melina?” The wise, young Vampire gave him a “you retard” look, “anywho, I’ll keep him grounded in the house, while you go visit that hunk, Cena. Do the nasty, and he’ll be putty in your hands,”

“Your mind is seriously dirty,”

“No shit Sherlock,” Angel teased, smiling, “So, Pretty boy, think you can handle it?”

“But of course,”

“No I mean, well…for a guy your stature, you bottom…so,” she coughed a few times.

“You don’t think I can do it?” Randy chirped hotly, feeling insulted.

“Oh no, it’s not that, babe, it’s just do you think you could top him?” Angel smirked slightly, her fangs showing.

“I’m sure I can do it, Ang,” he nodded, rolling his eyes.

“Well, if that’s the case my dear boy, be ready to do the deed, eh…tonight. Mmkay, tata for now,” she waved him off, “be sure to tell me the gruesome details after,”

“What?” The blue-eyed vampire wrinkled his nose as the door was closed behind him. “What a perv, but she gives good advice,”

He shrugged, walking away, thinking about exactly what he’d do.

Angel sat back, her hand on her chin, deep in contemplation.

‘Hm…how to keep the big guy down…’ she thought, humming

“Bingo!” the eldest vampire chirped, snapping her fingers, “just hope he doesn’t screw up,”
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Maybe another short one, but hey, there’s gonna be sex, so no complainin’. :P

Here’s a few banners of what Angel ~~ya know, like Angel-muse?~~ looks like:

Fic: Our Truth [Chapter 6]

2008-10-02T20:12:39Z

Well, I finally got off my lazy ass, watched some Yu Yu Hakusho on Youtube, listened to some City sleeps, and got down to writing some more of this fic.

Otay, so this is what I could come up with, with my muses not talking since I've got geometry, the French Revolution, and a whole bunch of other shit swamping my brain as of late. It may sorta suck…

Feedback: Pwease ♥

As always, hasn't been beta'd, so sorry for obvious, stupid mistakes.

Oh! Some banners for the fic, the first is the actual song, and the other is a song from Queen Of the Damned that seemed to fit very well with the whole vampire thing. Than there's the one I made using the collage option on Picnik, rkowhore79 check it out, it's awesome! Tis the last one. They're huge, so I'm just giving the links.

Our Truth
Forsaken
Collage

John looked up into the blue eyes he had once adored, but now in his current state of distraught emotions, desired for them to look at him all the time with nothing but love in them.

He stood up straight, watching the emotions play across Randy’s face; confusion, relief desire, only not in that order.

The younger vampire’s blue eyes trailed to the frame in John’s hand; the picture – although old, and faded – showed a pretty large family of five boys, but one in particular stood out to him.

“John…” he murmured.

Hissing, the older vampire looked away, already knowing that someone else discovered his dark secret.

As he moved closer, Randy took hold of his former lover’s wrist, while taking the picture with the other.

“There’s no way…Johnny,” He voiced quietly, the sent of blood wafting from his lover, blood that didn’t belong to him.

He merely lowered his gaze, feeling the anger, and heat between them both.

“I can’t believe this!!” Randy began, his voice rising with anger, “I’m accused of lying to you, and you’re a fuckin vampire yourself!!!”

John remained silent, not really sure of how to reply.

“Why the fuck would you keep running away from me like that?” He snapped angrily.

“You wouldn’t fuckin’ understand!” John snapped back.

Stepping back, Randy’s pale baby blues eyed his former lover, how he looked slightly tense; his gaze than shifted down to the remains.

“All of this…you lost it all…right?” The younger vampire murmured softly.

“Hmph…you’re smarter than you’re given credit for,” He snorted, only to watch him recoil at the comment.

Wincing, Randy eyed his former lover, noticing that his demeanor was much more brash than that of meeting around the city. He normally had a little more vitality to him, what could bring on this change?

“Forget you ever saw me here, Orton,” John ordered, turning around, and beginning off, only to have his wrist gripped.

“This isn’t you, it can’t be,” he murmured, head down, hair falling over his forehead, as it rained on them.

“You don’t know who the hell I am, so I suggest letting me go,” He ordered, nowhere near being in the mood to waste his strength.

“So I’m gonna take a shot in the dark…being here, near all of these remains, it kinda…forces a stick up your ass,” Randy muttered.

What happened next was like a flash of lightening; John had managed to pull away, and connected his fist to Randy’s jaw, knocking him back, onto his ass.

“Ow,” he uttered, rubbing his jaw.

“Fuck. You.” John growled, turning around

“Johnny…wait,” Randy called, but he chose to ignore his former lover.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, John narrowed his now red eyes.

“John,” He stammered again, this time, pushing up, and following after, once again taking hold of John’s wrist.

“Get the fuck off,” The older vampire growled.

Clenching his jaw for but a moment, Randy tugged John closer, snaked his other arm around his back, and leaned in.

“I’m not losing you, whether you like it or not,” he growled out huskily, a seductive bedroom eye look taking to his face.

With that said, the younger vampire pressed his lips to his former lover’s, savoring the taste that was simply John, something he hadn’t had in quite some time.

His tongue pushed forth, outlining John’s lips, before he was shoved away from the kiss.

Narrowing his eyes, John clenched his jaw.

“Heh, you can’t deny the fact that you’ve wanted that for so long,” Randy purred, his eyes hazy with lust.

The older vampire merely narrowed his eyes, and turned on his heel, to continue his venture, this time, Randy made minimal movement to follow…

Meanwhile, a little away was a pair of ruby red eyes that watched the situation took on a hint of mischief, an idea that was quite devious.
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“Damn bastard,” John muttered on, and on as he walked back to the house. Cursing Randy something fierce, while deep down, he was kicking himself in the ass for his stupid ways, and letting all that hurt, channel to the man that he loved.

Grumbling, he opened the side door, which connected to the gate, walking in, an angry pout ever present on his handsome face.

“Someone as good looking as you shouldn’t pout, you realize that,” a familiar voice purred, quite near to where he stood.

John turned his gaze towards the vampire; the seductive one that had kissed him, but had also chained him up like a dog.

“What do you want?” He practically barked towards the taller vampire.

“Why so hostile? I’m only here to…heal a broken heart perhaps,” Dave gave a smile that would melt the hearts of man, or woman, vampire or human. Also, adding his sincere looking brown eyes…

Taking a step back slightly, John eyed him. His guard was still up, but bit-by-bit, it began to weaken to that charm.

Dave stepped closer, so he was literally about two feet away. He than reached out, cupping the side of John’s face in his hand, while his arm snaked around his waist.

“Don’t,” John murmured, trying to pull away, but his gaze caused him to stay that way.

“Relax,” He purred, leaning in closer, capturing the blue-eyed vampire’s lips in a kiss.

There was no fight, no struggle, for he just stood there, as the damp feeling from the rain eased off of his skin, replaced by the power that Dave held over him, with just one kiss.

However, something “knocked” him upside the head. The memory of how he, and Randy use to kiss, the daydream of making out with his former lover in the rain, and the thought of breaking him down anymore.

Pushing on Dave’s chest, John managed to disconnect his lips.

“I-I can’t,” He stammered.

“Heh, it seems that you’re still stuck on stupid with, Orton,” Dave ever so eloquently pointed out.

Shoving the taller vampire away, John narrowed his eyes.

“And that matters to you…why?” he practically barked.

“I’m just curious John, if you love him so much, why turn him down, hm?” The brown-eyed vampire inquired, arching his brows.

Knitting his brows, John looked down.

“It’s…it’s complicated,” he murmured.

Silence, that’s all that seemed to float between the two creatures of the night as the rain pattered down upon the ground, and the house.

“Complicated? Right, something so complicated that you hide away from what you are, choosing what you will never be,” Dave arched his brows, and inching closer, to once again go after the vampire.

He didn’t answer.

Sighing, Dave leaned in, gently placing a chaste kiss to John’s lips, only to than step past him.

Confused, John turned to look at his retreating form, blue eyes curious for an answer.

“But I thought…” he began.

“I do, but I’m not taking advantage of you, not now, not after what you’ve been through,”

Elsewhere...

A pair of red-flecked amber/brown eyes watched the situation through…a crystal ball it seemed.

‘Hmph, that damned charm of his, it’s seriously gonna break John, and Randy apart, permanently…’

A fangy, red smile crossed the vampire’s face.

‘What a mess this has turned into. I guess it’s time I stepped in,’
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I know, I know!! Short chapter, but I am definitely gonna make up for it in the next chapter. Apparently, my muse Comm. has been pretty unorganized, ~~hell the boy’s turned it into a huge mess~~, and laden with very little estrogen. Soooo, another muse has been added, Angel-muse, [namesake because the boys need an…archangel at this point]. She’s basically there to clean up, and get the boys into talking for more fics ~~an try her damndest no to rape them >>~~

Anywho, she’s helpin’ the fic move along, a bit like me in the personality sense, but, you’ll see what I mean soon enough.

~Hasta

Okie...tay...

2008-09-01T07:05:50Z

Okie, surfing the web here's a little news from Randy-Orton.com...

Randy Orton plans to make a special appearance to address the title holders on Raw. Orton is a former three-time World Champion, himself. What message will he deliver to the current champions? Tune in to Monday Night Raw at 9/8 CT on the USA Network to find out.

What-evah Ran-Dah, but let's just see what our resident ~~DOUCHE-BAG~~ Legend Killer does.

Dun get me wrong, I lurv him, but come on...stop actin' like a dumbass all da damn time. >.>

HUGE SQUEE >X<

2008-08-31T23:32:31Z

Oh my Gawd!!! I can't wait for this to come out!!!!!!!! >x<
*swoons*

C-Bear, you gotta check this stuff out!

Note for Poll

2008-08-31T19:54:45Z

~~Because the poll entry won't let me edit without wiping it away.~~

First off, it's for ideas, because just a by the by, if they have sex, what'll happen with the fact of Dave, and other vamps that have the hots for John?

If we go fluffy, where could it lead? Maybe him running away again, and than things get really bad.

I'm just saying... >->