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  <title>♠ Stolen Words: A Written Escapade ♣</title>
  <subtitle>Writing for Every Taste</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-08-19T04:36:19Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:10926</id>
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    <title>Title: "Vulnerable"</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T04:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T04:36:19Z</updated>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: aj/nick"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; AJ/Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 290&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Remember &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/10066.html"&gt;this fic&lt;/a&gt;? The one I promised I'd spin from Nick's POV? Well three months later, here it is! Written for the &lt;a href="http://joshysleo.livejournal.com/569362.html"&gt;Something Like August&lt;/a&gt; challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I had to stop thinking about him. It was my own damn fault that he used me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was vulnerable. That's why I let him do that. Vulnerable and confused and wanting to be loved, needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was I thinking, turning to &lt;em&gt;AJ&lt;/em&gt; for that? AJ was a sex freak and a drug addict at the time. I was surprised he even knew my ass from a hole in the ground to fuck it; he was so drunk and coked up at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a sip of my water and thought about it. &lt;em&gt;Why AJ?&lt;/em&gt; Why not some guy I picked up at club? Why not a male escort, why not any other man in the free world that I didn't have to see at work the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love AJ – that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it. I LOVE AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slump into my chair. Buy still, why do I love him? He treated me like shit and pretends it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what makes him tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up as he enters the studio. I smile, nod, and greet him. "Hey Aje."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's taken aback for a moment. I can tell. He pauses before telling me, "Hey Nicky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pounce him. Or hurl. I wasn't sure which. My face made the decision for me as I whined, "Don't call me Nicky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked away. I liked it, when &lt;em&gt;AJ&lt;/em&gt; called me Nicky. I liked it, coming from &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never ever ever in a million years tell him that though. I wasn't anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a vulnerable teen, and he took advantage of that. He took advantage of me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:10683</id>
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    <title>Title: Complicated</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T23:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T23:03:15Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: brian/nick"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Brian/Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 384&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Mild angst, because. And no, this has no connection to the Avril Lavigne song. It's actually based on t.A.T.u.'s "Loves Me Not" (which is part of the BriNick fanmix I posted at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='earsopen' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/earsopen/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/earsopen/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;earsopen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Love is extremely complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was in denial about that fact for a lot of years. After all, there were only so many people (two, to be exact) he was in love with, and only one at a time, right? Oh, and they were all girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and Leighanne. Those were the only two: his ex-girlfriend and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never expected to add his best friend into the mix – his very male best friend. There was just something about Nick that got Brian's heart fluttering and his palms sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he kept his cool around the other man. "Hey Nick, ready to tour again?" he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick laughed and put a baseball cap on his head. "Of course, always. I miss touring when we aren't doing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian wrapped an arm around Nick's shoulders and walked onto the bus with him. He was glad it started moving when his heart started pounding, so Nick didn't have to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are Leighanne and Baylee?" Nick smiled, trying to make small talk, "Everything okay in Littrell Land?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian had to chuckle. "Yeah, yeah everything's great. They're both sleeping on my bus right now though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," Nick had to laugh, "That's why you're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, to give them some peace and quiet," Brian was only telling half the truth, "Leigh said she'd give me a call when they woke up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna play some games then?" Nick fired up the Playstation 2, "Give you a chance to kick my ass at Tekken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian laughed, "I don't need to be given a chance." He sat beside Nick, catching the scent of his cologne. He had to shift. Nick smelled really, really good. He leaned back and focused on the game. That was a way to let go of his energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick still managed to win. "What was that about not needing to be given a chance?" he laughed and slid the controller across the floor, then leaning back, his shirt riding up his body, exposing his stomach and chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was Brian relieved to hear his phone ring and see "Leighanne" on the caller ID. "Hey man, next stop I gotta go. My family's up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, of course," Nick smiled, "Go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian laid in his bunk that night and sighed. Man was love ever complicated.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:10397</id>
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    <title>Title: Everything</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T07:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T23:02:36Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: brian/nick"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Brian/Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 363&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Why yes folks, I can write fluff! Aren't you surprised? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;He was leaning by the pool, eyes closed, about ready to fall asleep when a huge splash soaked him from head to toe, followed by the world's most infectious laugh. "Nick I'm gonna kill her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other blonde, though his was from a bottle, plopped onto his lap. "Aw, Brian, you know you love her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Nick. "I love you honey, I never said anything about Lola."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick kissed him. "Well, we're a package deal love." He smirked, "Mmm I got a little idea. Lola! Come here girl!" He smiled as the dog got out of the pool, "Go on! Scram!" and he pushed her into the yard. "Now you, into the pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian looked at him. "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick tossed him into the pool. "Toldja to get in the pool, didn't I?" He jumped in after Brian. "I love you when you're wet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian rested his head in the crook of Nick's neck, peppering kisses along it. "Is that so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick chuckled and ran his fingers through Brian's hair. "Yes it is, it is very so. I love everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian smiled. "What is everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is everything. The way your hair curls just so, the shape of your jaw, the way you kiss me on the forehead, the way you get this determined look on your face no matter what you do, the way you father Baylee, the way you... love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well there's quite a few things I love about you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm tell me," Nick threw his head back to get his hair wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... there's the way you don't give a shit about what others think about you, the way you put so much emotion when you're on stage, the way you can pull off two hair colors... because trust me, I wouldn't look good with brown hair, the way you treat my son like he was your own, the way you're always there for me, the way I need you." Brian blushed, "I guess I rambled quite a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick dunked him, smiling as he told him, "Another thing I love about you," when he came up.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:10066</id>
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    <title>Title: "Just a Fling"</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T02:14:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T02:15:09Z</updated>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: aj/nick"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; AJ/Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 274&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; This is all &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='justhitstatic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://justhitstatic.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://justhitstatic.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;justhitstatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s fault. I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; gonna write a Brian/Nick today. (*waves OTP flag*) But she twisted my arm into an AJ/Nick. ;) In the end, it was probably a good thing. We were discussing things about the Boys, and both Nick's and AJ's sexualities came up... and then the mention of the brush off AJ did when asked if he'd ever had a gay experience turned into our fantasy that AJ and Nick fooled around and this was what came out of that. And in the end, I liked it. So here it is. :) Part of the &lt;a href="http://pixeestyx.livejournal.com/47444.html"&gt;It's Gonna Be May Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It was lust. It was lust and OMGneedtohavesex&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he was the first one I went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a fling just as all the others, male and female, had been flings. That was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't have to see all my other flings when I went to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the studio with a smile at my bandmates, my coworkers, my friends. He was the first to look up me, a "Hey Aje," and a smile that made my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded with my usual, "Hey Nicky," but in my mind I was sizing him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greeting earned me a scrunched up face and a, "Don't call me Nicky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, he looked good like that. Wait. What was I saying? He was a fling, just a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fling I would not mind getting into bed with again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fling I could see myself with, hand in hand, stealing kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fling I was falling in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even moreso... Nick's my little bro, in every sense of the word but by blood. I should be loving him, yes, but that brotherly love. Not "spend the rest of my life growing old with" love. He was just a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I take advantage of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk and confused and quite possibly bisexual, he's young and confused and quite possibly bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He. Was. &lt;em&gt;Just.&lt;/em&gt; A. &lt;em&gt;Fling.&lt;/em&gt; Keep telling yourself that AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he wasn't. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was the one I needed to complete my life, but I'd never have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just a fling to him, I just know it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:9748</id>
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    <title>So...</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T05:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T05:30:04Z</updated>
    <category term="admin: dropped challenge"/>
    <content type="html">I dropped out of Writo de Mayo. I'm still doing my personal challenge, but now I can do it at my own pace. I just wasn't feeling banging out a story a day. I'm still writing (My It's Gonna be May day is Saturday!), just not at that rushed pace.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:8947</id>
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    <title>Title: "Ethereal"</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T05:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-15T11:59:41Z</updated>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="fandom: kisarazu cat&amp;apos;s eye"/>
    <category term="pairing: bussan/bambi"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisarazu Cat's Eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; Bussan/Bambi, sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 196&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I completely rushed the ending. I finished it four days later, so I was just trying to get my point across. Written in between the two movies, spoilers for the dorama and both movies though, if you haven't watched before. Part of &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nanoljers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanoljers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Writo de Mayo, and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6937.html"&gt;Erika's super duper fic goal extraordinare!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Futoshi Nakagomi couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to in days. Or was it weeks? The days started to blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd roll over, close his eyes, but visions of one of his best friends would fill his head. He buried his head in the pillow. "Bussan..." he shook his head, rolled over again and looked at the ceiling. It had been three months since Kohei Tabuchi had died, but time had yet to heal the wound left by the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never got to tell him either," he sighed, "N-not that it mattered." Because it didn't. It would have never mattered how much of a crush he had on the other man, there was always Mohko. And then came Yukke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes again, curled up. Tried to sleep. He thought he'd felt a pair of arms wrap around him, but that couldn't have been. Whatever he felt, however, caused him to be a lot calmer, and he was able to sleep. He would never know the truth though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kohei traveled back to the other realm just before Futoshi woke up. He stared at one of his best friends, "I'll explain everything soon. I promise."</content>
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    <title>Title: "Queen"</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T05:50:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T00:57:23Z</updated>
    <category term="original: martin family life"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: quentin/aidan"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Universe:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martin Family Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Quentin/Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 260&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, back to the whole no disclaimer because these are mine! *mine is an evil laugh* thing. *cough* Um, anyway. There's a drag queen. And that's about it. Part of &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ah_gayfiction' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ah_gayfiction/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ah_gayfiction/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ah_gayfiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s "Androgyny" challenge, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nanoljers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanoljers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Writo de Mayo, and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6937.html"&gt;Erika's super duper fic goal extraordinare!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I hated when he did it. I would lie on the bed and make faces as he sat in the bathroom and did his makeup. It wasn't like I was worried he'd attract someone else and leave me. No, of course not. Aidan loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just that, when he put the makeup and the dress and the wig on and turned around... he wasn't my Aidan anymore. He was Adrina, Los Angeles' most popular drag queen. That wasn't even the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched him turn around to come back into the bedroom. "Quentin!" he would call out, "How do I look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would look up, raise an eyebrow, and mumble, "Like a chick, &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;Adrina&lt;/span&gt;," emphasizing my boyfriend's stage name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, put on his shoes and turned. "Quen, I'm still Aidan to you. I hate how you call me Adrina when I'm in my work clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated when he called them his work clothes, even if performing was his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, Aidan looked like a guy. A highly feminine guy, but still a guy. He wore his hair in a buzz cut (a turn on of mine), wore tight clothes, worked out so he had a bit of muscle, but nothing over the top. And he was my guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he dressed as Adrina all traces of the male sex disappeared, and no matter what he did, he wouldn't get a rise out of me. I'm that gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated when he did it, when he worked. For three nights a week I lost my boyfriend.</content>
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    <title>Title: "Accident, But Not Really"</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T06:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T20:29:47Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: dino/tsuna"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="admin: smut warning"/>
    <category term="fandom: katekyo hitman reborn!"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katekyo Hitman REBORN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; Dino/Tsuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 374&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/strong&gt;Whoa, okay. So, wow. When this one came to me I didn't expect it to come out like this, but in the end it makes sense, yanno? There's some freaky kinky fetishy shit in here. Part of &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nanoljers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanoljers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Writo de Mayo, and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6937.html"&gt;Erika's super duper fic goal extraordinare!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It started on accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino was trying mercilessly to show off his moves in front of Tsuna's latest crop of subordinates. There was just one problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only subordinates in the room were Tsuna's. The first time, instead of hitting the apple he'd thrown in the air, Dino hit Gokudera's face. The second time, it was Tsuna's backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no denying the tent in Tsuna's slacks after that one. Okay, so Tsuna was a masochist. He trawled off to take care of his little problem when Dino stopped him. "I'll be right back, meet you in your room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna got this confused look on his face, but did as Dino asked. He squirmed a bit, uncomfortable due to his erection, and closed his eyes. They reopened when he heard the door, and widened when he saw not only an equally hard Dino, but Romario as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's just here to make sure I don't fuck up," Dino said with a blush. "I... I couldn't help myself when you got hurt. It turned me on to hear you wince."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino was a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna swallowed when Dino cracked his whip. "Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino undid his trousers, followed by Tsuna's. He flipped Tsuna over, this time placing a planned smack on Tsuna's exposed ass. He moaned in pleasure when Tsuna moaned in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna bit his lip and closed his eyes. He was feeling all sorts of sensations all throughout his body. The pain of the whip hitting his ass, the jolt of pleasure that went through his cock at the same time, and the mixture of love and lust that took over when he heard Dino moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino moaned more as he watched Tsuna's ass turn raw. He put his whip away; Tsuna had had enough of that. He parted his ass cheeks and slammed his hard cock into the opening that was exposed, grunting and groaning until orgasm took over. He pulled out and looked over Tsuna, who lay on the bed spent. "Mmm, now you know why I fight with a whip," he said with a smirk and a kiss to Tsuna's cheek before cleaning them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one more person that needed to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Romario was a voyeur.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:7872</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/7872.html"/>
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    <title>Title: "The Way He Looks At Her"</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T04:55:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T20:29:32Z</updated>
    <category term="fandom: ben 10"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: ben/kevin"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ben 10&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;Ben 10: Alien Force&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Ben --&amp;gt; Kevin, Kevin --&amp;gt; Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; They are so totally the brainchildren of Man of Action, not me. (We're back to disclaimers now! For a bit.) Slight spoilers for "Ben 10 Returns" Part of &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nanoljers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanoljers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Writo de Mayo, and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6937.html"&gt;Erika's super duper fic goal extraordinare!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I hate the way he looks at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a passion in it. He gets this look in his eye and it, it makes me sick. When people ask, I pull the "protective cousin" card, the "formal rivals" card, the "he still can't be trusted" card. Protective cousin? Where did I pull that out of? Everyone knows Gwen can take care of herself. She doesn't need me watching over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway. It's a lie. All of it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off when he made that smarmy, "I'll follow you anywhere" comment. I nearly punched him when he suggested him and her go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he looks at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think he's in it for her. He's quick to protect her, and only does the same for me if she glares at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he looks at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'd look at me the same way.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:7579</id>
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    <title>Title: "Lost In Space"</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T03:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T20:29:20Z</updated>
    <category term="original: alerian chronicles"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: aideo/keth"/>
    <category term="admin: smut warning"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Universe:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alerian Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Aideo/Keth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 588&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; This is where I would put the usual, "I don't own them, &amp;lt;creator&amp;gt; does." disclaimer, but in this case... I do own them. :) This was supposed to be for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ah_gayfiction' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ah_gayfiction/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ah_gayfiction/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ah_gayfiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s "Mythical Beasts" challenge, but I didn't get it started/finished in time. So it's gonna be part of two other challenges: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nanoljers' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/nanoljers/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanoljers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Writo de Mayo, and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6937.html"&gt;Erika's super duper fic goal extraordinare!&lt;/a&gt; so :P. I know the smut is rushed, and yes that was hint of mpreg. May or may not be continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There wasn't much to do in space. Not when you were alone in a pod with no planet around for miles. Aideo Vitrol leaned back in his chair and let autopilot do the work. "I wish I could just get to a planet. Somewhere, anywhere." He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his red hair, hoping that he wouldn't be drifting for much longer. He didn't want to admit it, but he needed sex. And it was a well known fact that space patrollers like Aideo were pansexual, usually out of necessity. He would take what he could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was jolted awake from his light slumber by his pod crash landing. Landing? That means he found a planet. He opened the pod and got out to stretch his legs. He looked around. "Wow, and I thought Aleria was advanced. This is amazing." He turned around to look some more and next thing he knew he was tied up and gagged, being dragged to God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must have been something to drug Aideo in that gag, because he didn't remember how he got from where he was before, to where he is now, and obviously he didn't know where he was now. His head flipped around when he heard a door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aideo Vitrol, I presume?" the voice was nasal, but obviously male. Aideo looked up. The... creature talking to him wasn't human, that's for sure. He had a humanoid face, but lacked a nose and had these piercing white eyes, lacking a pupil or an iris, but still showing emotion. "The name's Keth ShaNethoch, I'm the leader of this planet, and you'll do just nicely in my plans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plans? What the hell plans do you have with me?" Aideo started to ask, but he felt a pair of hands part his legs. He licked his lips. He was madly horny. "Okay I could get used to these plans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keth blinked and smiled. "Good." He undid the zipper of Aideo's uniform, slipping it over his shoulders and off his body. "Mmm you'll do just fine. Perfect even." Keth's people were dying out, and he needed subjects to carry half breeds. Aideo was the right mixture of good looks, good body and a strong willed personality. His hand wrapped around Aideo's cock. "Gotta get you prepared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm I don't think I need preparation," Aideo closed his eyes. Anal sex wasn't new to him in the least, and he was desperate. He looked up. "Just go ahead and take me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keth smirked a bit. "Are you sure? I'm not human you know. My anatomy is quite different than yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't be much different," Aideo looked up. "You're pretty humanoid as it is, and pretty gorgeous at that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keth chuckled. "We'll see, we'll see." He removed his robes, revealing two penises. One was a little larger than a human's and the other was more like a thin tentacle. The larger of the two slammed into Aideo's asshole as the smaller one wrapped around Aideo's throbbing penis, stroking it in time to his thrusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the thrusting, the stroking, and the substance Keth's second penis secreted, Aideo was in heaven. He would stay here and do Keth's bidding from now until forever. "K-Keth..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keth shushed Aideo and kept going. He was almost done with his plan. He sped up until orgasm, or at least what the humans considered orgasm, keeping with the stroking until Aideo's orgasm. He pulled out, leaving Aideo completely spent and exhausted. "Sleep tight, carrier."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:7405</id>
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    <title>Title: "Surprise!"</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T00:54:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T20:29:03Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: brian/nick"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="admin: smut warning"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Brian/Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 392&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't own 'em, they own themselves. Also, happy belated birthday to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='justhitstatic' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://justhitstatic.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://justhitstatic.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;justhitstatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who celebrated on Sunday. I just couldn't get the fic written until now. I hope you like it hon! Also, could be seen as a sequel, of sorts to &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/5635.html"&gt;this fic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;"You know I hate surprises," Nick's eyes were covered, and Brian was guiding him, "Can't you just tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian chuckled. "Of course I can't. This is more fun," he linked his fingers so Nick couldn't peek. "You'll appreciate this honey, trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick sighed and let Brian continue to lead him. "You weren't like this before you moved in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian opened a door. "But you know you love it. Okay, now you can look." He pulled his hands away from Nick's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick didn't know what to say. Brian had redone his bedroom. He'd replaced the single bed that as in there with a double bed. He'd redecorated it; it was no longer the single man's bachelor pad Nick was used to. It looked like a couple's bedroom. "Brian... wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well since I'm living here now, we should live like a couple," Brian wrapped his arms around Nick, "I hope you like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick smirked. He more than liked it. "Let's break in this bed." He picked Brian up and laid him on the bed. He smiled. "You look amazing baby." He slowly undressed his boyfriend, then himself. He kissed Brian as his hands explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian moaned looking into Nick's eyes. "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too," Nick moaned as he reached for the bottle of lube that always sat on his bedside table. He poured a generous amount of lube on his hard cock and slid into Brian, moaning with each inch he pushed into his boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian gripped Nick's shoulders. It had been a while for them, and he needed to get used to Nick being inside him again. When he was ready, he bucked his hips to tell Nick it was time to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick whimpered as he thrust in and out of Brian. It felt better than he remembered. "Mmm Brian," he sped up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian reacted by meeting Nick's thrusts. "Nick... so good. God I love you," he moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick kissed his neck. "I love you too, I love you too." He sped up more, he was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh Nick I'm gonna," Brian whimpered, not getting out the last word before exploding all over his and Nick's stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick groaned Brian's name as he came soon after, pulling out and curling up in Brian's arms. "I more than like it baby, I love it."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:6937</id>
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    <title>Erika's super duper fic goal extraordinare!</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T01:20:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T05:20:16Z</updated>
    <category term="admin: link lists/tables"/>
    <content type="html">So, I pulled from my regular journal every tag that has been proceeded by "OTP" and my goal now is to write at least 1 fic with each of these pairings (as well as for the two main pairings from my original works) at some point (it's only fair.. for me to call them an OTP and actually act like it, yanno?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be kept as a record. Everytime I write a fic with one of these pairings. (Mostly so I can prove to myself what my for really real OTP is lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Tennyson/Kevin Levin (&lt;em&gt;Ben 10&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;Ben 10: Alien Force&lt;/em&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/7872.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Littrell/Nick Carter (Backstreet Boys) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/1685.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/1986.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/2312.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/2174.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/3290.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/5635.html"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/7405.html"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino Cavallone/Tsunayoshi "Tsuna" Sawada (&lt;em&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;/em&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/3764.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6653.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/8176.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keita Tachibana/Ryohei Chiba (w-inds.) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/4442.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Oliver/Bert "Sock" Wysocki (&lt;em&gt;Reaper&lt;/em&gt;) - 1&lt;br /&gt;Pascal Curious/Nervous Subject (&lt;em&gt;The Sims 2&lt;/em&gt;)* -1&lt;br /&gt;Phil Ken Sebben/Harvey Birdman (&lt;em&gt;Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law&lt;/em&gt;) - 1&lt;br /&gt;Mac/PC (Apple "Get a Mac" ads) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/4759.html"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kohei "Bussan" Tabuchi/Futoshi "Bambi" Nakagomi (&lt;em&gt;Kisarazu Cat's Eye&lt;/em&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/8947.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Martin/Aidan Carter (&lt;em&gt;Martin Family Life&lt;/em&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/8466.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aideo Vitrol/Keth ShaNethoch (&lt;em&gt;Alerian Chronicles&lt;/em&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/7579.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stories will be at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='testingcheats' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://testingcheats.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://testingcheats.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;testingcheats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='_stolenwords_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_stolenwords_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:6693</id>
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    <title>Title: "Crossed Paths"</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T06:24:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T06:24:53Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: brian/howie"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="admin: smut warning"/>
    <category term="challenge: mtyg"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Brian/Howie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 1823&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fadedsouls' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fadedsouls.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fadedsouls.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fadedsouls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.maketheyuletidegay.org"&gt;Make The Yuletide Gay&lt;/a&gt; Secret Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our eyes were locked, filled with a combination of love and lust that could only occur when I was with him and he with me. I kissed him, letting my tongue slide into his mouth as my hand wandered around and memorized every inch of my body. He pulled me closer, moving to kiss my neck, leaving small love bites all over…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ringing phone pulled Howie Dorough out of his thoughts and left him with a flushed face and an erection. He'd been having dreams lately about a mystery man, and not all of them had been sexual. He shook the thoughts aside and answered the phone. "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey little bro you busy?" his brother John asked on the other end, "Wanna meet me for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie thought about it for a moment. A change of scenery would probably do him good. "That place that I can walk to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John mumbled an affirmative. "I'll see you in about fifteen minutes, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, see you," Howie hung up the phone and headed out to the restaurant. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched the ground as he walked. He wasn’t paying attention until he ran into someone. He quickly looked up. "Oh I..." his voice caught in his throat. It was him, it was really him. It was the man from his dreams. He had the same build, the same facial shape. He couldn’t compare eye color or anything like that, since the dream man's face was already blurred. "I-I'm sorry," he quickly ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Littrell stood in place at the sidewalk and watched the other man run off. It wasn’t everyday that another man got flustered and shaky around him. Brian never saw himself as a very attractive man, he was average at best. The man that bumped into him on the other hand... he was perfect. He had reminded him about a recurring dream he had been having. A beautiful man came into his life, sweeping him off his feet and making love to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it seemed that just as they were getting hot and heavy, Brian would wake up. He continued walking. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, he'd hope to see his beautiful brunette yet again. He smiled for the first time in a while as he contemplated the idea of seeing the other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just had no idea when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks passed, and with a face to add to his dreams they started to get longer, not that it really mattered. He always woke up right before the dream got good. He knew he needed to find the man he met on the street two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t realize his chance to do so would come in the way it actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's mother was begging him to move to a house closer to her. He shrugged, liking where he lived now but unable to say no to his mother. "Alright, I'll search the Internet for a house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian pulled out his laptop and started searching. He found the perfect house, a block from his mother's, but there was more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realtor... was the guy he'd met on the street. "This is totally surreal," he said to himself, "but I'm not giving up this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the number on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dorough Reality," Howie made himself sound as professional as possible given the fact that work was the last thing on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," the voice on the other end said, "I'm looking to buy one of the townhouses you're selling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That voice. It was new to him yet strangely familiar. He shook the feeling and stayed professional. "And which one was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the two bedroom townhouse on the east side of town, the one with the blue paint job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie nodded, visualizing the house perfectly. "Ah, yes. That's a nice house. I'm actually getting ready to do touring of that house, so if you meet me there you can be my first tour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice simply said, "Okay," and hung up. Howie made a face. Was he really that anxious to see the house? It wasn't that special. He shrugged it off and got his papers together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hello you must be my..." Howie couldn't believe it, he just could not believe it, "... you're the guy I ran into a few weeks ago, and again I'm really sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man shrugged it off. "It was no big deal, really. I'm Brian by the way, Brian Littrell. I got your name from the listing, Howie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie nodded. "Yeah, that would be my name. Let's get this tour started." He smiled and led Brian through the house. "Well what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's a perfect house for raising a family in," Brian looked through the large family room/den. "Not that I'm seeing anyone or anything. The right man hasn’t come along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right man?" Howie had to let those words sink in, "You're gay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian nodded. "Can I ask you a personal question?" He waited for Howie's nod before he continued, "I've been having this recurring dream. I'm being made love to by this mystery man. I can make out everything but his face. It's very weird. Has that ever happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every night," Howie confessed, "Now it's time for me to ask you a personal question." He also waited for approval to ask, "Have you ever realized that you've met that person from your dream, although it seemed completely out of this world? I mean, you have this chance meeting out of nowhere and you just know it's him. Like..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"… Like bumping into him on the street? Or rather, him bumping into you?" Brian finished Howie's sentence, "Uh huh." He scooted a little closer. "How about looking to buy a house, and he's the realtor for the one you want to buy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie felt his heart race. "How is it possible? All those months, all that torment, and it was you, I find you on the street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian kissed him deeply, a hand connecting with Howie's brunette locks. "I'm glad it was me, because for me it was you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Year Later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy anniversary baby," Howie leaned in for a kiss and wrapped his arms around Brian's neck, hands already wandering around his boyfriend's naked body. "Can you believe it's already been a year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian shook his head. "It feels surreal baby, that I'm really here with you, and we've lasted so long. The odds were really against us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie nodded. "C'mon babe. I have one more gift to give you." He scooped Brian up into his arms, despite the other being slightly taller, and carried him to the bedroom they shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian smiled as he was laid onto the bed. He had an idea of what this was going to be. "Mmm one more gift, hmm? I wonder what it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie laid light kisses upon Brian's neck. "Technically we met each other in a dream. An unfinished dream. Let me finish it with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes locked. Howie leaned down, now kissing Brian's lips, his tongue worming its way into Brian's mouth. Brian pulled away long enough to move to Howie's neck, kissing, sucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna mark you baby," Brian moaned into his boyfriend's neck, feeling the red mark form in his mouth. "God I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie pulled Brian's face to him to kiss his lips again, hands wandering, fingers gently pinching his nipples, rolling each one between his thumb and forefinger. He'd learned through makeout sessions that these were very sensitive for Brian, even more so than the average man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm Howie baby," Brian closed his eyes, "God I love what you do to me." He felt his cock twitch, throb and harden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie felt his do the same. "Mmm I love what you do to me, you know that right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian nodded and ground his cock into Howie's. He knew they were playing everything by ear now. "What do you want from me?" he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me be inside you," Howie whispered, stroking Brian's cheek with the back of his hand, "Let me show you how much you mean to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian kissed Howie's hand. "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie didn’t want to waste time with oral sex, they'd had oral sex numerous times over the year they were together. He wanted this to be unique and special for both him and Brian. "Mmm honey pie is the lube by you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian nodded and handed it to him. Howie coated his hand, even though he knew he was only going to use about three fingers. He inched his index finger into Brian's ass, keeping his place while Brian got used to what was a new sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian looked up into Howie's eyes, his indication that it was okay to go on. Howie nodded, not needing words and adding a second finger. He also started to simulate thrusting, moving his fingers slowly in and out of Brian's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian linked his fingers with the ones on Howie's free hand and moaned. "God you do amazing things to me honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie's middle finger grazed across Brian's prostrate, causing the blonde to moan. He then added a third finger, knowing after this that Brian would be ready for him. He leaned down to kiss Brian, whose face was already flushed from arousal. "God I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too Howie my dear, so much," Brian kissed back, "Mmm baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie nodded and pulled his fingers out. He reached for the lube, squeezing a generous layer into his palm and rubbing it to warm it up. A slight moan escaped from his lips as he coated his cock. A quick pondering of how his love for Brian possessed him to go bareback, and he was inching into Brian's tight asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian closed his eyes, his voice caught in his throat. What he was feeling at that moment was unexplainable. A surge of electricity passed through his whole body when Howie finally started to move. It began as pain, slowly becoming pleasure the more Howie thrust. He gripped Howie's shoulders urging him closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie complied, the combination of his sweat slick stomach sliding along Brian's hardened cock and the head of his cock hitting Brian's prostrate at each thrust making Brian shake. "You are the most beautiful person in the world," he whispered into Brian's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not even compared to you," Brian moaned softly. "Mm… fuck Howie I'm going to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie had been wishing for this moment forever. "Go ahead Bri it's alright. I am too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's eyes rolled into the back of his head, Howie's name escaping from his lips as he spilled in between their bodies. He only had a few seconds to bask in the post orgasm glow before he was feeling Howie's load being shot deep in his ass and hearing his own name cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie rolled off of Brian and pulled him closer. "You know, if this was the way that dream was supposed to end, I'm glad I never actually finished it. The real thing was infinitely better than any dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can say that again," Brian chuckled before he leaned in to kiss Howie yet again.</content>
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    <title>Title: "Of Love and Loss"</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T06:46:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T06:10:18Z</updated>
    <category term="challenge: lyric wheel"/>
    <category term="pairing: dino/tsuna"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="fandom: katekyo hitman reborn!"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katekyo Hitman REBORN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; Umm... PG at worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; Dino/Tsuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 599&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings/Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; AU, since I couldn't justify writing D27 with these lyrics otherwise. There may or may not be swearing, and there will be angst. Slight OOC Dino (he isn't uncoordinated, well at least not physically. I tried to capture that in his other actions). Songfic of sorts. Prompt was "Monochrome" by Yann Tiersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It wasn't as though Tsuna missed Dino... at least outwardly. He held his head up, hopped on his motorcycle every day to head home from his high level job in one of Tokyo's biggest food service corporations, but there seemed to be a sadness, a feeling of nostalgia when he started it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dino covered Tsuna's eyes and lead him to the driveway. "It's just a few more steps sweetie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few more steps to what Dino-kun?" Tsuna asked with confusion in his voice. It wasn’t like Dino to surprise Tsuna with anything. He had this nervous habit of blurting out presents he was giving, especially to Tsuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your birthday present silly," Dino smiled then huddled Tsuna closer to him as an October breeze picked up, "Okay we're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna felt his eyes be uncovered. "Oh Dino-kun," he was shocked to say the least. He'd wanted a motorcycle for what felt like ages. "How did you afford this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's easy when you run Italy's biggest printing company," Dino retorted with a kiss to Tsuna's cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna parked the motorcycle and headed into his apartment. He plopped on his bed, a self-help book peeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You really need these Tsuna, I'm worried about you," Dino chuckled, "I mean, well... you know. I think you could benefit from them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Self-help books? Why would I need these Dino-san?" Tsuna raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I said, I think you would benefit from them," Dino shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dino-san? These are in Italian," Tsuna sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino let out another nervous chuckle. Tsuna taught himself Italian so he could read the books, since, you know, Dino did spend a lot a money on them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna picked up the book and threw it at the wall, and empty barren wall once filled with photos and drawings, of him, of Dino. Of him and Dino. "Why did you deceive me so Dino-kun?" he said to nobody in particular before succumbing to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was awoken a few hours later by a phone call. "Hello? Oh hey Yamamoto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takeshi Yamamoto to be precise, from research and development, who answered Tsuna's greeting with a chuckle. "Office party tonight, don't forget. Oh did I wake you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna didn’t answer that question. "Alright, I'll be there." He hung up and jumped in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was typical of one of the company's office parties. He hung out with Yamamoto and Hayato Gokudera from international advertising (Gokudera was also from Italy. In fact, he was the one that introduced Tsuna to the much older, much worldlier Dino. Perhaps that rift was what caused him to leave...) Tsuna grabbed another drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamamoto pulled up to Tsuna's apartment. "C'mon Tsuna let's get you inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't wanna," the other slurred, more than a little drunk, "And you guys can go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No we can't," Gokudera helped him out of the car, "We want to make sure you're safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be fine…" Tsuna said before passing out in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you got that job Tsuna!" Dino grinned and patted him on the back, "You deserve to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean Dino-kun? I don’t need a good job to be happy," Tsuna ran a hand through his hair, "I have you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah… about you having me," Dino choked on the words, "I have to go back to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why? Dino-kun?" Tsuna could barely say the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't say," Dino turned his back to Tsuna, "And I don’t want you to stay here waiting for me. Move on with your life honey. I have to go, my flight's leaving soon."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;"Monochrome" - Yann Tiersen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've lost my face my dignity my look everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared &lt;br /&gt;I found a good job and I go to work&lt;br /&gt;Every day on&lt;br /&gt;My old bicycle you loved&lt;br /&gt;I am piling up some unread books under my bed and I really think&lt;br /&gt;I'll never read again&lt;br /&gt;No concentration just a white disorder everywhere around me&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm so tired now&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry &lt;br /&gt;I often go to dinners and parties&lt;br /&gt;With some old friends&lt;br /&gt;Who care for me take me back home and stay&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome floors&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome walls&lt;br /&gt;Only absence&lt;br /&gt;Near me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence&lt;br /&gt;Around me&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome flat&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome life&lt;br /&gt;Only absence&lt;br /&gt;Near me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence&lt;br /&gt;Around me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I search an event or something to remind but I've really got&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in mind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets&lt;br /&gt;There is life out there&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared &lt;br /&gt;I found a good job and I go to work&lt;br /&gt;Every day on&lt;br /&gt;My old bicycle you loved&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've lost my face my dignity my look all of these things are gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;I found a good job and I go to work&lt;br /&gt;Every day on&lt;br /&gt;My old bicycle you loved&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome floors&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome walls&lt;br /&gt;Only absence&lt;br /&gt;Near me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence&lt;br /&gt;Around me&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome flat&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome life&lt;br /&gt;Only absence&lt;br /&gt;Near me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence&lt;br /&gt;Around me</content>
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    <title>Triple Ten Challenge Final Stats - 10 days, 10 fandoms, 10 slashy fics</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T06:00:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-30T06:00:22Z</updated>
    <category term="admin: link lists/tables"/>
    <category term="admin: final stats"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">Official Challenge Start Date: June 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Official Challenge Finish Date: June 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Additional Requirients: Five of the fics must be slash/yaoi, and five must be femslash/yuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, 6/20/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/3429.html"&gt;Neopets, "Lack of Concentration"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, 6/21/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/3764.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katekyo Hitman REBORN!&lt;/em&gt;, "Business Negotiation"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, 6/22/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/3878.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harvest Moon&lt;/em&gt;, "Perfection"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, 6/23/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/4312.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Loop&lt;/em&gt;, "Kicked Out"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, 6/24/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/4442.html"&gt;w-inds., "From Afar"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, 6/25/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/4759.html"&gt;Apple Mac ads, "New Friend"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7, 6/26/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/5349.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sky High&lt;/em&gt;, "Broken Up?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8, 6/27/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/5506.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimi Ga Nozomu Eien&lt;/em&gt;, "A Different Kind of Studying"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9, 6/28/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/5635.html"&gt;Backstreet Boys, "Moving In" (Part One)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10, 6/29/07: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_stolenwords_/6044.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise Kiss&lt;/em&gt;, "Letter"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of slash/yaoi pairings: 5&lt;br /&gt;Total number of femslash/yuri pairings: 5</content>
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    <title>Title: "Letter"</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T05:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T06:11:02Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: yukari/miwako"/>
    <category term="fandom: paradise kiss"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="ship: girlslash"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradise Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; one-sided Yukari/Miwako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Yazawa Ai owns them, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I miss your lips, your breasts, you. I'm happy with him but you were everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things going? How is the line going? I saw some of your stuff in a boutique the other day. It's beautiful. I'm so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me? I haven't heard from you in a while. Yeah, I know you're busy... I hope I hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukari stared at the note for a few minutes, reading and rereading the few words. She then put it in a box, pink, with glitter all over it. "Another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box read "Unsent Letters to Miwako."</content>
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    <title>Title: "Moving In" (Part One)</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T04:38:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T06:12:02Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: brian/nick"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <category term="fandom: backstreet boys"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Brian/Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 277&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't own 'em, they own themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;"What is all this?" Nick stepped over empty boxes upon empty boxes. Each box was marked "BEDROOM," "BATHROOM," "CLOTHES." This meant someone was moving into his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who had a key to his house to be able to get in here to move in their stuff? Hell, who would want to move in with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Anyone here?" Nick called out. The lack of response told him that whoever was moving in with him without his consent wasn't probably making another run to pick up stuff. He looked around the room. He found a box that was opened but still packed with stuff. It was labeled "PICTURES - SPECIAL - MY LOVE" Little hearts surrounded the words "my love." Whoever this was had too much time on his or her hands when labeling this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's curiosity got the best of him, and he went through the pictures. "They're of me. Now it's all coming together." He felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around his waist as he got to a picture half covered. He pulled it out and looked up. "Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey baby," Brian planted kisses along Nick's neck, "Surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure did surprise me babe," Nick closed his eyes and took in Brian's scent, "But why didn't you just tell me? I could have helped you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I didn't expect you to come home so soon. I planned to move everything, unpack everything, get the boxes out and lay in your bed wearing nothing but a smile. But you came home early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's heart sink. He felt horrible. "I'm sorry baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian shook his head. "Baby it's okay. You stripping me is so much hotter." He turned Nick's head and kissed him.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:5506</id>
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    <title>Title: "A Different Kind of Studying"</title>
    <published>2007-06-28T09:15:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-28T09:31:00Z</updated>
    <category term="fandom: kimi ga nozomu eien"/>
    <category term="pairing: mitsuki/haruka"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="ship: girlslash"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kimi Ga Nozomu Eien (Rumbling Hearts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Mitsuki/Haruka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 269&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Do I look like I own them? Also, this is set before the start of canon, assumingly 1995 (going off the facts that Japanese high school is 10-12, and Haruka's accident happened right after graduation, in 1998).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Mitsuki lifted her head out of the water. A smile came across her lips as she saw Haruka standing there. "You okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redhead nodded. "Yeah. I was just wondering if you wanted to go home with me and study the high school entrance exam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsuki wrung the water out of her long blue hair. "Yeah, of course. Let me get changed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruka nodded and waited, her fingers trembling over the handle of her bookbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Mitsuki was finished she walked with Haruka to her house. "Something on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just the entrance exam," Haruka lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsuki shrugged it off and kept walking. She knew Haruka better than anyone it seemed, and the way she was avoiding her questions unnerved her. "Well lets go in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruka nodded and let Mitsuki in first, as that was proper etiquette. "My study books are on the table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haruka that's not why you invited me over and we both know it." Mitsuki crossed her arms over her chest. "Tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well we're going to high school soon," Haruka shifted her weight, "And I'd like to know how to kiss boys. I was wondering if you'd..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else are friends for?" Mitsuki smiled, "Come close and close your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruka did just that, anticipating what was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To kiss a boy, you just need to lean in," Mitsuki did just that while explaining it, "Purse your lips," she did just that, "And place your lips on his," and she did just that, placing her lips on Haruka's, noting how sweet they tasted. Like strawberries. She quickly pulled away. "Well, uh... that's how you'd do it... umm... you think you'll remember that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never forget it," Haruka smiled.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:5349</id>
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    <title>Title: "Broken Up?"</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T07:29:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T07:29:55Z</updated>
    <category term="fandom: sky high"/>
    <category term="pairing: layla/magenta"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="ship: girlslash"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sky High&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Layla/Magenta, mentioned main cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 327&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't own them, nope. Disney does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Layla loved Will. She had for years, from the day they met. They had been inseparable from first grade. Everyone knew that. They were the hot couple of the school. It was common knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What everyone didn't know was that Layla also loved Magenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla and Magenta had clicked the first day of high school. Actually, by the end of the year, they all had clicked. Will, Zach, Warren, Magenta, and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had acted on her crush for Will, because it was longer and seemed more "appropriate," and Magenta was very obviously into Zach. It didn't matter. It really didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did it? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. "Come in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You busy?" Magenta asked, stepping over plants. "I need to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, any time," Layla flopped onto her bed and patted the seat next to her for the other girl. "Something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zach and I broke up," Magenta pulled her hair up into a ponytail, "But that's not really why I'm here. We broke up because I like someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla looked confused. She really didn't know what to say. She had never had to deal with her friends breaking up, and the fact that Magenta was so nonchalant about the whole thing unnerved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but this person… well, this person likes someone else, is happy with someone else…" the typically strong Magenta was breaking down, "I hate this. I want to be with this person so bad and…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magenta it's okay," Layla pulled her into a hug. She smelled so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta nodded. "If I told you it was a girl, would you hate me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't hate anyone Magenta," Layla smiled, "You know that. And you're my best girl friend. I could never hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta smiled. "Even if… even if it was you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla's heart skipped a beat. "Well, that… that'd be even better." she smiled and placed a chaste kiss to Magenta's lips.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:4759</id>
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    <title>Title: "New Friend"</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T05:40:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T05:41:21Z</updated>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="fandom: apple mac ads"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="pairing: mac/pc"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Apple Mac ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Mac/PC (you read that right :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 183&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Apple owns 'em, not me (well, technically Microsoft owns PC....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;PC was taken aback as a Jack Russell Terrier puppy jumped up, getting hair on his perfectly pressed suit. His fans starting working overtime as he tried to push the dog off him "Mac! What... is this...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac came in from the kitchen. "Oh PC, you met iDog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i...Dog?" PC ask with a cock to the head, "Do the big wigs at Apple have anything to do with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac laughed. "Nope, actually. I got him from some guy. Called himself Tiger or something. Don't you just love him?" he nearly shoved the puppy into PC's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what does he do?" PC asked, always one to figure out the functionality (or lack thereof) of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does iDog do? Why, iDog dances!" Mac responded enthusiastically, "Let's show PC what you can do boy!" He loaded iTunes and started up a song. iDog proceeded to bob his head and wag his tail to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC just stood in the doorway perplexed. "That's all it does?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac nodded. "Pretty much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC shook his head. "You need me, I'll be in my office." He left the two in the living room dancing.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:4442</id>
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    <title>Title: "From Afar"</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T06:12:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T06:22:49Z</updated>
    <category term="fandom: w-inds."/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: keita/ryohei"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; w-inds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; one-sided Keita/Ryohei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't own 'em, they own themselves (or... you could say Pony Canyon sorta kinda owns them, but IDK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Ryohei loved Keita. The way he smiled, the way his eyes danced about, the way he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryohei was thinking about Keita way too much. He was becoming unable to decipher reality from fantasy to the point it was melding into one giant blob of Keita goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could anyone blame him? Keita was the epitome of everything that was good in the world. He watched and admired the (albeit only slightly) younger man from afar for years. It took everything in Ryohei not to take Keita into his arms and lay a big, fat, kiss on his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keita was perfect. To the fans that screamed his name in concerts, to the ones that admired him from countries halfway around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, to Ryohei.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:4312</id>
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    <title>Title: "Kicked Out"</title>
    <published>2007-06-24T05:57:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T06:08:01Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: lizzy/piper"/>
    <category term="fandom: the loop"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="ship: girlslash"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Loop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Lizzy/Piper, mentioned Sam and Sully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 272&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG-13 for language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't them, because if I did... *sighs* Anyway, written as a reaction piece to hearing of the show's cancellation (damn you to Hell Fox!), with parts of the literal dumping of Lizzy's and Piper's characters between seasons. Fic could be an interpretation of where Lizzy and Piper went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The fight had been horrendous. And loud. And involved lots of throwing things. In the end, Sam had kicked the two girls out. Not that it mattered anyway. They had gotten a place of their own already, in anticipation of the overworked flight executive's reaction to their coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy grabbed Piper's hand. "He's just jealous, you know?" She took the hand she held and kissed it. "He doesn't make time for love. It's all work for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper ran her free hand through her auburn hair. "Yeah babe, I guess you're right. He did start getting hostile after our make out session the day the bar fired you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That so-called drunken barroom make out session (they were only a bit tipsy) was more an admission of feelings than an attention getter. The women hadn't known each other before getting a place with their ex-friend Sam and his crazy brother, Sully. However, over time living at the place the two has gotten closer, and then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper was the first to come to terms with it. The way Lizzy was nonchalant about everything, the way she wanted to have a good time, all the time. The way she tried so hard to get what she wanted, be it a promotion at work or Piper's affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still wondered, though, why Sam was so upset about the whole thing. After all, they were just friends, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought he bought the idea of us being shit-faced," Lizzy shrugged, bringing Piper out of her thoughts. The reaction to the situation was her, what Piper loved about her. "C'mon, let's go to our new home."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:3878</id>
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    <title>Title: "Perfect"</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T04:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T06:06:49Z</updated>
    <category term="fandom: harvest moon"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="ship: girlslash"/>
    <category term="pairing: jill/popuri"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Harvest Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Jill/Popuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't own them, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Her eyes close and she takes in the scent of the other woman beside her. She smelled like cake. And chickens. It was so her. Her head goes to the other's shoulder, strands of pink hair falling over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jill?" a usually cheerful voice spoke up. "What are you thinking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You. Me. Us," the blonde responded. She really was, thinking of how lucky she was to have come here, met this girl sitting with her, "Love you Popuri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love you too," the other responded, moving her lover's head to her lap, running her fingers through her soft blonde hair.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_stolenwords_:3764</id>
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    <title>Title: "Business Negotiation"</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T08:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T06:13:51Z</updated>
    <category term="pairing: dino/tsuna"/>
    <category term="ship: boyslash"/>
    <category term="admin: smut warning"/>
    <category term="fandom: katekyo hitman reborn!"/>
    <category term="challenge: triple 10"/>
    <category term="admin: completed challenge"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Katekyo Hitman REBORN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Dino/Tsuna, slight Gokudera --&amp;gt; Tsuna, implied Tsuna×Kyoko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 1017&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17 for bondage, anal sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't own the REBORN! boys (and girl), Akira Amano does (bless her soul for them!), but I own the story. And be prepared for whips used to tie people to beds, anal sex, and seme!Tsuna, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Tsunayoshi Sawada felt a smirk come across his face as he read the destination of his next business negotiation. "The Cavallone Compound. This should be interesting." It had been a year since Tsuna had taken his place as the head of the Vongola family, and he had fit into his new role quite nicely, thanks to Reborn's teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked up his office phone. "Gokudera. Yamamoto. Escort me to the Cavallone Compound. Don't follow me inside." He, at this point, had around twenty-five subordinates, but his first two have always been his most trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men burst into the office. "Yes boss. Anything for you boss," they said in unison. Tsuna just nodded and stepped from behind his desk, following the other two men to the car, the silver haired man watching the Vongola tenth more intently than the raven haired one. Tsuna, showing a hint of his former naivity (or was it his new found ignorance?), didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cavallone Compound," the driver announced. Tsuna thanked him and relieved all three men of their duties for the time being. He was going to take on the Cavallone boss on his own. He entered the Cavallone office without announcement. He didn't need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dino!" he called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chair spun around, a blonde occupying it. He smiled. "Vongola tenth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna shut the door. "We're not in public Dino-kun." He walked over to the desk, hopping up on it. He scooped up the blonde's head with his right hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss on the lips. "I missed you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I missed you too Tsuna," Dino smiled. Being full blooded Italian, he didn't use honorifics towards Tsuna like was the reverse. He didn't feel it was right. He wanted them to be Tsuna's special thing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna glanced at two of Dino's subordinates on either side of him. "Think we could head to your chambers, away from this audience?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Tsuna, babe, you know what happens to me when they aren't around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna knew all too well. His lover became uncoordinated, unable to control himself, the man basically became a menagerie of involuntary actions. "Oh Dino-kun, I have it all planned out. Follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino jumped up and followed as the brunette walked to his chambers. "So how are you gonna stop me from hauling off and hitting you in the face my love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get on the bed and undress." Tsuna commanded and smiled when his older counterpart obeyed. He looked around the room, smiling when he found what he was looking for. Dino's collection of whips. He chuckled slightly and grabbed four of the smaller ones. "These will do just nicely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tsuna?" Dino looked confused. This wasn't like Tsuna. He had whips in his hands and a glint in his eye. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna just smirked and tied Dino's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. "I'm glad you followed my advice and got the four post bed." He jumped off the bed and admired his work as he undressed. He was still lanky, almost scrawny, but there was something about him that kept the older mafia boss coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino licked his lips. "You've gotten smarter in your years Tsuna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can thank Reborn for that, you know," Tsuna smiled and wondered how he was going to please his lover. "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get it over with quickly love. Make love to me,” Dino’s eyes twinkled, very unlike him. But being tied up - hell being uke - was very unlike him, to be quite honest. However, if it meant Tsuna coming out of it without bruises and bumps to the head, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna nodded, having gotten hard looking his older lover over. "Anything for my Dino-kun." He crawled over the older man to reach for the lube and a condom on the nightstand. "Wanna keep you safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep you safe too baby," Dino looked up into the younger man's eyes. "You know I love you, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna nodded, fumbling with the condom. He was usually on the bottom, so he wasn't quite sure of the ins and outs of putting a condom on. But he got it. He then coated his fingers with lube pressing one into Dino's asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino whimpered a bit at the intrusion. "Tsuna... ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll feel better soon, trust me," he smiled, adding a second finger. "Are you okay Dino-kun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, "I am now. I'm ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure," he looked into Tsuna's eyes once again, his usually confident demeanor fading, "I'm sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna took a deep breath and inched his way into Dino. He watched the expression on the blonde's face. "If it hurts tell me to stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've taken bullets, fallen off cliffs, smacked myself in the face with my own whips. I can take on anything," Dino announced proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So have I... except the smacking myself in the face... and it still hurt me at first," Tsuna leaned in for another kiss, his thrusting naturally increasing. He liked the feel, they would have to do this during their "negotiations" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino started to move in time with Tsuna's thrusts, the inital pain he refused to acknowlege was there subsiding into pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed from the feelings Tsuna's cock hitting his prostrate, of which he didn't knew existed before today. "Tsu... I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It does seem to happen that fast doesn't it?" Tsuna sped up, building up for his orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino's eyes fluttered closed. "It.. does.." and he felt his orgasm take over him, Tsuna's name in Dino's voice echoing in the huge room, with the reverse happening soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna pulled out, threw the used condom away, untied Dino and got dressed. He had no time to cuddle as much as he wanted to. "I'll be back soon, I promise." He kissed Dino goodbye and walked out to the car where Gokudera and Yamamoto were waiting to take him back to the false life he lived with Kyoko, the woman he had once loved. Poor oblivious Kyoko.</content>
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    <title>Title: "Lack of Concentration"</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T07:17:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T05:14:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Neopets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters:&lt;/strong&gt; Faerieland and Brightvale Yooyuball teams, focus on Babolino (Faerieland's Left Forward) and Montecito (Brightvale's Right Defender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 522&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; G-PG for implied boy/boy crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; The standard disclaimer. Characters and generic concepts (Yooyuball, Altador Cup) and places (Faerieland, Brightvale) are © Neopets. Plotline © me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Babolino threw his gear off as he stormed off the Yooyuball field. He hated losing with a passion, and he hated losing due to his lack of concentration most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt a hand on his shoulder and his head sharply turned to be eye to eye with Kakoni Worrill, the team captain. The Bruce had picked up the frustrated Kacheek's equipment and now held it out to him to take. "Hey, what's the matter? Care to talk about it?" he moved forward to be in step with his teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babolino raised an eyebrow and turned to face Kakoni. "You wouldn't understand anyway." He took his equipment out of the other Neopet's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What wouldn't I understand?" Kakoni asked, "We know you have a concentration problem. It's okay man, it really is. Besides, you scored the first goal in the game. That's something to be proud of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both players stopped and turned when they heard footsteps. Left Defender and the only female on the team Delma Harrence was running to catch up to them. "Wait up guys! Oh Babo sweetie what's wrong?" she asked seeing the distraught look in Babolino's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, I'm just upset about this game. We should have won it," he played with one of his ears and really wished he could just be left alone. He needed to assess what really happened on the field today on his own and his teammates weren't helping the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, it's just one game. We have so many others to play against this team," Delma assured him, "And go look.. our fans are going wild and some are even helping at the concession stand. It's okay. C'mon let's go get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not hungry," he sighed, "Thanks for the support and concern guys, I appreciate it. This is why I joined the team. But I need to deal with this, my issues on the field, on my own," and he made a left and kept walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't realize he was coming up on the Brightvale locker room, and what... or who was the correct term... was the young Faerie Kacheek's attention during the game instead of the Yooyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montecito had the grace of a Alabriss, the speed of a Zoomik, the cute looks of a Faellie (and Babolino should know, he owns one) and this infectious laugh that now caused Babolino's heart to skip a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Kacheeks had locked eyes shortly after Babolino's goal and he was smitten from the first moment. Every chance he got his eyes were on the Skunk Kacheek. He was even hit with the Yooyu a couple times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just something about the Brightvale Right Defender that made the Faerieland Left Forward simply &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there for a few moments, watching Montecito laugh with his teammates and pack up his gear. He swallowed. "He's undeniably amazing, in everything." He heard the voices get closer and he hid in the shadows, his wings covering his eyes.. but not really. He snuck one more peak at Montecito before the Kacheek with the salt-and-pepper pelt walked out of the staduim.</content>
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