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  <title>Who Loves Boylove More Than US?  That's Right...</title>
  <subtitle>No One Loves Boylove MORE...</subtitle>
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    <name>cock_slashers</name>
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  <updated>2008-02-01T21:18:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:100213</id>
    <author>
      <name>open_fandom_mod</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="open_fandom_mod"/>
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    <title>Pimp Post: New fanfic community</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T09:21:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T21:18:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I created an open fandom community and am pimping it out for new members.  18+ only though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  Since I was utterly exhausted as I wrote this, I forgot the comm address:  community.livejournal.com/open_fandom</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:99925</id>
    <author>
      <email>nighttiger16@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>nighttiger16</name>
    </author>
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    <title>New RP</title>
    <published>2007-05-25T19:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-25T19:22:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Guilty Pleasures Escort Service RPG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x205/GuiltyPleasuresRPG/SignWhiteRed02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Guilty Pleasures Escort Service! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owned and run by the legendary rock star, Synyster Gates, this service satisfies the guiltiest of pleasures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/pleasureescorts/"&gt;Give Into Guilt...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:99618</id>
    <author>
      <email>nighttiger16@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>nighttiger16</name>
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    <title>New RPG</title>
    <published>2007-05-16T21:34:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-16T21:34:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Guilty Pleasures Escort Service RPG"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/nighttiger16/Banner1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to Guilty Pleasures Escort Service! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owned and run by the legendary rock star, Synyster Gates, this service satisfies the guiltiest of pleasures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male and Female Aim Based RPG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:99554</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sarah</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="february23"/>
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    <title>cock_slashers @ 2007-03-16T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T14:00:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T14:00:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I’m a Huge Fan - Chapter Three &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Good Charlotte vs. Jackass. People meet, people kiss. It gets hot. Just read it. If you’re a Benji or Bam fan you definitely won’t regret it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not mine, never will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Benji Madden &amp; Bam Margera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; No one. Can't deal, don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Archive:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='february24' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://february24.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://february24.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;february24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous chapters &lt;a href="http://february24.livejournal.com/9494.html?mode=reply"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://february23.livejournal.com/28679.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:99325</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sarah</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="february23"/>
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    <title>cock_slashers @ 2007-03-14T14:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-14T14:01:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T14:01:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I’m a Huge Fan - Chapter Two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Good Charlotte vs. Jackass. People meet, people kiss. It gets hot. Just read it. If you’re a Benji or Bam fan you definitely won’t regret it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not mine, never will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Benji Madden &amp; Bam Margera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; No one. Can't deal, don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Archive:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='february24' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://february24.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://february24.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;february24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous chapters &lt;a href="http://february24.livejournal.com/9494.html?mode=reply"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://february23.livejournal.com/28428.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:98840</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sarah</name>
    </author>
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    <title>cock_slashers @ 2007-03-12T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-12T14:46:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-12T14:46:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I’m a Huge Fan - Chapter One &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Good Charlotte vs. Jackass. People meet, people kiss. It gets hot. Just read it. If you’re a Benji or Bam fan you definitely won’t regret it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not mine, never will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Benji Madden &amp; Bam Margera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; No one. Can't deal, don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Archive:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='february24' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://february24.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://february24.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;february24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://february23.livejournal.com/28183.html"&gt; Chapter One&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:98361</id>
    <author>
      <name>Youbrat</name>
    </author>
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    <title>Wrong</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T05:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T05:59:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='youbrat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://youbrat.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://youbrat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;youbrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Whoever you want, but I had Frankie/Gerard in my head when I wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;  R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Waking up this morning, everything felt wrong...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt;  self mutilation and possible character death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/b&gt;  I wasn't in a good place when I wrote this, so I don't know if it makes sense to others, but its where my heart is tonight.  Please me kind.  Oh yeah, they aren't mine, just the story idea is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/20079.html"&gt;Wrong&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:98132</id>
    <author>
      <name>Youbrat</name>
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    <title>Harmful</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T06:32:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T06:32:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  Harmful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='youbrat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://youbrat.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://youbrat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;youbrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Ryan/Brendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt;  Mentions of self harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;  Aspects of this story are true, but not true in relation to Ryan and Brendon.  I don't own them, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/b&gt;  I know self harm is a huge controversial topic and...well, my reasoning for writing this is mine and mine alone.  Comments are screened only because I anticipate harsh words against this, but I needed to write this tonight for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Sometimes the world spins out of balance.  Sometimes there is only way out.  Usually no one understands, no one gets it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/17166.html"&gt;Harmful&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:97616</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
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    <title>FIC: Run To You</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T19:07:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-10T19:07:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Run To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Addicted To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Benji Madden/Joel Madden. Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta and the massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji &amp; Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;When it gets to much - I need to feel your touch &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji &amp; Joel agreed that when Joel and Hilary started dating their relationship would be over. But when they both find themselves missing the other, Joel finds himself... Will Joel remain true to his girlfriend, or will his desire for his ex-lover, for his twin, prove too strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/243030.html#cutid1"&gt;Run To You&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:97480</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Show &amp; Tell</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T06:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T06:18:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Show &amp; Tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Benji Madden/Joel Madden, BDSM, Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;PG-13/R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta and letting me bounce ideas off her. Jenn, for making me laugh and being plain adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji, Joel &amp; Josh Madden are real people, and most of the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt;I posted photographic evidence of black bandanas. Jenn &amp; Chel poked... I wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Josh notices something the twins thought they were keeping to themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/236242.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;Show &amp; Tell&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:97036</id>
    <author>
      <name>Youbrat</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="youbrat"/>
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    <title>The Seduction - Part 3</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T14:34:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-22T14:34:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  The Seduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part:&lt;/b&gt;  3 of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='youbrat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://youbrat.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://youbrat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;youbrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Billy Martin (GC)/Here he comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;  Lets say R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;  Don't own, although I REALLY wish that I did, and not real, no matter how much we wish it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note/Dedication:&lt;/b&gt;  For my girls &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='x_stoked_x' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://x-stoked-x.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://x-stoked-x.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;x_stoked_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='no_longer_care' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://no-longer-care.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://no-longer-care.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;no_longer_care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to my beta &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='biofucked' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://biofucked.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://biofucked.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;biofucked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.If all goes the way I hope and plan it to, this is the prologue to a chapter story, but it all depends on the muses, so if you like this,hope the muses (and work, cuz that's where I write) treat me kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Billy Martin, whore for hire and his most seductive job yet.  He enters hotel room #666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/14579.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/14659.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/14883.html"&gt;The Seduction - Part 3&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:96944</id>
    <author>
      <name>Youbrat</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="youbrat"/>
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    <title>The Seduction - Part 2</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T18:24:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T18:24:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  The Seduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part:&lt;/b&gt;  2 of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='youbrat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://youbrat.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://youbrat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;youbrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Billy Martin (GC)/Doesn't say, until the last line, but here's a blatant hint (pst-icon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;  Lets say R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;  Don't own, although I REALLY wish that I did, and not real, no matter how much we wish it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note/Dedication:&lt;/b&gt;  For my girls &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='x_stoked_x' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://x-stoked-x.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://x-stoked-x.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;x_stoked_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='no_longer_care' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://no-longer-care.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://no-longer-care.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;no_longer_care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to my beta &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='biofucked' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://biofucked.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://biofucked.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;biofucked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.If all goes the way I hope and plan it to, this is the prologue to a chapter story, but it all depends on the muses, so if you like this,hope the muses (and work, cuz that's where I write) treat me kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Billy Martin, whore for hire and his most seductive job yet.  He enters hotel room #666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/14579.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://mmm---pete.livejournal.com/14659.html#cutid1"&gt;The Seduction - Part 2&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:96759</id>
    <author>
      <name>Youbrat</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="youbrat"/>
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    <title>The Seduction - Part 1</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T01:19:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T01:19:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  The Seduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part:&lt;/b&gt;  1 of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='youbrat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://youbrat.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://youbrat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;youbrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Billy Martin (GC)/Doesn't say, until the last line, but here's a blatant hint (pst-icon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;  Lets say R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;  Don't own, although I REALLY wish that I did, and not real, no matter how much we wish it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note/Dedication:&lt;/b&gt;  For my girls &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='x_stoked_x' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://x-stoked-x.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://x-stoked-x.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;x_stoked_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='no_longer_care' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://no-longer-care.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://no-longer-care.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;no_longer_care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to my beta &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='biofucked' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://biofucked.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://biofucked.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;biofucked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  If all goes the way I hope and plan it to, this is the prologue to a chapter story, but it all depends on the muses, so if you like this, hope the muses (and work, cuz that's where I write) treat me kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Billy Martin, whore for hire, gets his most seductive job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creak and swish of my pants made me feel uncomfortable as I walked.  The directions had said to wear black leather pants, and because it was my job, I had to go out and buy them.  Me, of all people, wearing leather.  I wish I could have gotten away with pleather or something, but the directions said leather, and I was in no position to flout the directions I was given.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I looked down at the slip of paper in my hand, the slip that gave the address and room number, and I looked at the building in front of me.  It figured that it was my luck that the address was the most posh hotel in the city, and there I was, dressed in black leather pants, black tank top and a black button down shirt, covered with a long black trench coat.  I have to admit, I looked very much like the whore I was, and normally it wouldn't bother me, but I was about to walk into the highest class hotel in the city.  I might as well have been wearing a sign that said 'whore for hire' around my neck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I took a shaky breath and slipped the piece of paper into my back pocket, hoping beyond hope that if anyone paid any attention to me that they would think I was some rock star coming through the hotel for the night and not the whore I was.  I had the room number locked in my mind as I made my way across the street and to the doors.  The doorman gave me a knowing smirk and I knew that my hopes of being mistaken for a rock star were already plummeting.  Desperately I pulled my sunglasses out of my pocket and shoved them over my eyes.  The bits of hair that I'd styled so meticulously for this job falling down over the stems, the back sticking up in a true punk rock fashion, and I hoped that the tattoos were visible enough that I just might be able to pull it off with the right swagger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I made my way across the lobby, ignoring everyone and everything that was already there, doing my best to make my swagger as cocky and self assured as I could, heading straight for the elevators.  Pushing the button for the elevator I pulled out my cell phone to look busy and as if I knew what I was doing, although my eyes were peering out from behind the dark rims at the board that said where the rooms were.  Room #666 (what hotel has a room with that number?) was on the sixth floor, I should have figured.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The elevator arrived and I stepped on, immediately hitting the button for the sixth floor, thanking whatever deity existed that there was no elevator attendant at this hotel, or maybe it was just too late for them to be working, either way, I was thanking whoever was in control of the universe for that small piece of luck.  I didn't want to be stuck alone in a small space with someone and be forced to have a conversation.  I knew I was a whore for hire, but that didn't mean I was proud of it, and it didn't mean I looked forward to each little job that was set to me.  Although, I had to admit, something about this one screamed at me that it would be different than every other job I'd had before.  Something was telling me that this job was going to change everything in my life.  I shook my head to myself, thinking I had to be crazy if I actually believed that one fuck would change everything and before I knew it the elevator doors were open and I was stepping out onto the sixth floor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I walked slowly down the hallway, checking my watch as I did.  I was told to arrive promptly at 2am, and my watch told me that it was only 1:50am.  I shoved my phone into my coat pocket and removed the sunglasses, shoving them into my pocket as well.  I paused in front of a mirror in the hallway and gave myself a good look.  I had ten minutes to find the room and be sure I looked devastatingly sexy before I opened the door.  The problem was I didn't think I looked devastatingly sexy.  But I went off of what my best friend had told me, eyeliner and makeup, a little gel, the right clothes, and anyone would fall for me.  So my eyes were lined with dark black liner, making my crystal blue eyes shine from behind.  My lids were covered in bright pink eye shadow, and my lips were made shiny and plump by this new lip gloss I'd found called LipFusion.  My lip-ring was set perfectly in the center of my lips and my skin was clear and unblemished.  I took off my coat, looking at my clothes and unbuttoned a few more buttons on the shirt, nodding to myself as I finally figured I looked as good as I was going to get.  The leather pants were so low and so tight my hip bones would be seen if I lifted the wife-beater, and they had a lace up crotch, I certainly hoped my customer would love them and give me a bigger tip because of them, because they cost a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I pulled off my watch and shoved it into my jacket pocket after checking to be sure I still had five minutes.  I fixed my earrings in my ears and the ring on my right hand.  I played with the chord of leather around my throat for a moment before pulling away from the mirror and continuing my way down to the last room on the floor.  Room #666, it was obviously a corner and suite by the way it was situated on the hall.  I took a deep breath, pulling out my phone and looking at the numbers, waiting for the 1:59 to turn over to 2:00.  It took forever, or at least felt like it did, but once it did I dropped my phone into my coat pocket again, turned the door knob and walked into the hotel room.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:96411</id>
    <author>
      <email>x.fallxoutxboy.x@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>i heart david!</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="slash_person"/>
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    <title>cock_slashers @ 2006-05-29T05:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T08:33:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T08:33:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muchmusic.com/events/mmva06/vote/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://eleclya.qc-net.com/album/albums/userpics/10001/longbannerphoto.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:96197</id>
    <author>
      <name>Chelstar</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="elvenpirate"/>
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    <title>FIC: Keeping It In The Family</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T18:54:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T18:54:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Keeping It In The Family&lt;br /&gt;Author: Me, Chel&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Madden Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: It’s all in my head, sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Pure smut. The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Written for Cassie, to try and cheer her up because she had a bad day :D Hope it works dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder where the twins are.” Josh mused to himself, picking himself up on the sofa to go find his brothers. Wandering up the stairs he noticed their door was closed. Without thinking twice, he reached out to open the door. He was bored and wanted company. As the door swung open, his face dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji’s head instantly left Joel's crotch and his gaze shifted to the doorway, seeing his older brother standing there, a pout on his face. “You guys started without me.” Josh complained.&lt;br /&gt;“So get naked and get over here.” Joel offered, his dark eyes twinkling with a mixture of lust and mischief, his dick hard and still pointing at Benji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh didn’t hesitate to take his baby brother up on the offer. Shutting the door behind him, he stripped and climbed onto the single bed, straddling Joel's chest, running his hands up Joel's arms to his fingers, wrapping them around the metal bars of the headboard. He leaned down to kiss Joel, tongue slipping inside Joel's mouth, Joel's lips parting as he moved away. “Josh…” Joel whined, wriggling his body to try and get a reaction from his big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did, but not the brother he was expecting. His hips bucked upwards as Benji returned to his previous task of giving Joel a blowjob. “Benj,” Joel moaned as Benji took him all the way in, nuzzling his nose in Joel's dense pubic hair, making his twin writhe in pleasure. Josh took advantage of Joel's parted lips and pushed his erection gently into his brother’s mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly surprised by the action, Joel moved his head back until it hit the pillow. Josh waited until Joel smiled and nodded a little before letting his dick touch Joel's lips again. Joel opened his mouth and relaxed his throat as Josh pushed in and pulled back out, forming a rhythm that matched the pace Benji was setting on Joel's erection without trying to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel subconsciously hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction on Josh’s dick as Benji did the same to him, his mouth going slack as Benji’s fingers teased their way down past his balls to his entrance. Running his fingertips over the sensitive area before pushing in slightly and pulling back out, rubbing Joel's perineum with the pads of his fingers, running them back up and tugging gently on Joel's balls, feeling them contract and his stomach twitch as he came, voicing a wordless moan as Josh rode Joel’s mouth to reach his own orgasm, biting down on his bottom lip to keep quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh moved off of Joel, sitting down next to him on the bed as Benji sat up, reaching for his own erection. Josh batted his hand away. “Oh no you don’t, baby bro, let me take care of that.” He grinned, shifting them all around so that he could comfortably take Benji’s dick into his mouth. Benji groaned at the feeling, Joel quieting him by kissing him, their tongues meeting outside their mouths as they battled for control. Joel relinquished control of the kiss, deciding instead to suck on Benji’s earlobe, knowing it was one of his twin’s hotspots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji mewled as Joel worked his way down, biting down on his collarbone, licking it, nibbling and sucking down Benji’s spine, smiling at the thought of what he was going to do next. He rested his hands on his twin’s hips, gripping tightly to lift Benji to his knees, Josh still focused on Benji’s erection, adjusting his position accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel returned his attention to Benji’s lower back, tracing his fingers from his hips to the firm globes of his ass. Joel licked a straight line down, from the back of his neck to the curve of his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji thrust back involuntarily at the feeling of Joel squeezing his ass cheeks and then spreading them, the cool air hitting the heated skin and causing a shiver to run through his whole body, a mumbled “fuck” coming from his mouth as Joel scooted down on the bed so he could run his tongue down between Benji’s ass cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji yelped as Joel's tongue pushed through the ring of muscle, the sensation of the muscle pushing against his inner walls taking him closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm. “Jo…” He gasped as Josh took him deep in his throat and Joel pushed a finger inside Benji, along with his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming, bro, I’m… Sarah!” Benji screamed, his body shaking as his orgasm rippled through him, rendering him speechless and limp. He had just enough alertness to point to the doorway before collapsing against Josh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel looked at the doorway and blushed fire-engine red, the tips of his ears burning as he grabbed the duvet from the other bed in the room and attempted to cover the three of them, him and Josh fighting over the cover, Benji still not fully recovered from his powerful orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sarah!” Josh tried to explain, his whole body flushed pink with embarrassment. Sarah just held up a hand to silence him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look guys, I don’t care if you’re fucking, next time, just have the decency to let me know so I can watch.” She smirked, loving the matching look of shock on the faces of her three older brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~El Fin~</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:95759</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Blood Brothers</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T18:27:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T18:27:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Benji Madden/Joel Madden. Slash. Kink. Vignette. PWP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;Includes scenes of knife and blood play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt;Written for Chel, whilst watching Star Wars on a Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji &amp; Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Joel is, as Benji loves to tell him, a kinky little bitch. But then again, so is Benji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/206913.html#cutid1"&gt;Blood Brothers&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:95728</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Boys Will Be Boys</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T18:58:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T18:58:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:  &lt;/b&gt;Boys Will Be Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte/Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category: &lt;/b&gt;Benji Madden/Joel Madden/Tony Lovato, PWP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta and the chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji &amp; Joel Madden and Tony Lovato are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's only one thing better than a naked Tony Lovato," Joel decided, brushing Tony's hair away from his face. "And that's a naked and wet Tony Lovato!"&lt;/i&gt; Tony joins Benji &amp; Joel in the shower and ends up on his hands and knees between them, all thoughts of washing forgotten by all three men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/205751.html#cutid1"&gt;Boys Will Be Boys&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:95286</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Falling To Pieces Everytime</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T21:43:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T21:43:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:  &lt;/b&gt;Falling To Pieces Everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato/Matt Lovato, abuse. questionable consent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Nicole, for Matt 101. Chel, as ever, for the beta and the chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Matt and Tony Lovato are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:  &lt;/b&gt;Tony finds himself on the recieving end of Matt's fists, when his cousin has a bad day and comes home drunk and pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/205084.html#cutid1"&gt;Falling To Pieces Everytime&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:95081</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Guess Who's Coming For Christmas</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T11:57:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T11:57:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Guess Who's Coming For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Benji Madden/Joel Madden PWP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta and the chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji &amp; Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:  &lt;/b&gt;Finding the family gathering to be a little... monotonous, Benji &amp; Joel sneak away to celebrate Christmas their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/199321.html#cutid1"&gt;Guess Who's Coming For Christmas...&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:94738</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Wondering</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T11:38:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T13:35:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte/Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato/Benji Madden, Fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, Siobhan &amp; Jo for the beta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji &amp; Joel Madden and Tony Lovato are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And then you wonder why people think you're fucking..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/198892.html#cutid1"&gt;Wondering&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:94611</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: And Puppy Dog Tails, Part 02</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T19:24:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T19:24:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;And Puppy Dog Tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte/Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato/Joel Madden. Angst, BDSM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: &lt;/b&gt;One of three sequels to Puppy Training - this is the 'good puppy' story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Benji &amp; Joel Madden and Tony Lovato are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Benji goes away for a couple of days and the puppy is badly pining for him. So Tony helps keep his mind off it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/160546.html" target="_blank"&gt;Part 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/198109.html#cutid1"&gt;And Puppy Dog Tails, Part 02&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:94365</id>
    <author>
      <name>grenouille_fork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="grenouille_fork"/>
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    <title>cock_slashers @ 2006-03-29T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-29T22:45:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-29T22:45:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title:I love you just isn't enough anymore, you need a gesture for every letter&lt;br /&gt;Author:grenouille_fork&lt;br /&gt;summary:Stories are always fun, especially when your one of the characters, right?&lt;br /&gt;Rating:PG-13 nothing really terrible, twincentric thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Pairing:Benji/Joel Madden (twins, good charlotte)&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, never met, hasn't happened (yet)&lt;br /&gt;A/N:Posted in kinky_twincest, if you read it there, feel free to read it again, concrit is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me feel this way? And how? How can I feel this way, think this way about you? It’s wrong, I know, but it makes me happy at night. And what makes you happy can’t be wrong, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a certain line I’ve crossed with all this, one I’m not ever sure you acknowledge exists. Do you think about me, like I think about you? Do you feel the same way as I do? I highly doubt you’re happy. I hear you at night, you never sleep. The doctor says its insomnia, but I know that it’s me. Do you know it’s me? I know you don’t, yet. But you will, and you’ll cross the line with me, maybe we’ll hold hands. I hope we do, I miss you. Did you know that? You’re here, and I see you. But I miss you all the same. You’re so close yet so far away. Why do you do this to me? I know you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is the night. The night I tell you, and you’ll be as happy as me. And you’ll think like me. We’ll be entrepreneurs of something greater then us. We’ll manufacture hearts and program them with love. Will I have to do that to you? It’s what you’d want me to do. We’ll be the next Romeo and Juliet. I know you love that movie. Like the stories I’ve thought up about us. I’m about to share them with you, and you’ll finally get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong? You had asked. I’m going to tell you a story. I saw that glint in your eyes, the one that came out sometimes when you smiled. I hadn’t told you a story since a long time ago. You sat down, and I knew I had your attention then, like with every other story. I hope you’ll like this one as much as the others. And as I told you, your smile slowly faded. You told me it wasn’t funny, but I mean it, though. It’s sick, and wrong you said. But it feels right. And you told me to stop. But I knew you didn’t want me to. Secretly, I could tell you were whispering. Whispering to me, you wanted this too. But your lips moved and formed words I hate to remember. You didn’t feel the way I do. I didn’t do the things to you that you do to me. You wouldn’t cross the line with me. And holding my hand was the last thing on your mind. And right now, it was the last thing on mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my feelings began to filter, run through and over my heart and mind. So this is what it feels like. To have your love shoved back into your heart, jammed in there, just waiting to be free. But something was in the way. You were in the way. And nothing can be in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Best friends means I pulled the trigger, best friends means you get what you deserve”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story never got published, to me heart at least. Your heart beat for me, in those few seconds, at least. You should’ve loved me. It’s all I wanted. In all ways, always. You wouldn’t let me be happy, how could you be so selfish? How could you deny you felt the same up until the very last moment, where I told you “you’re so fucking full of it”. Nobody will ever understand, nobody will ever know. I’m writing this all down, but I’m not reading it out loud. I’m not ready to go, yet. I miss you, you know. You’re my reason, for everything, and to leave is no different. The day after today, after all the grief fades away I’m going to shadow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? I’ve been asked. And I told then our story. Your story, it was mine, but you were living it out. It’s been lived out. It’s finally got its end, not a happy one, but an end at least. Remember Romeo and Juliet? I knew we’d end up like them. I wrote a poem about it, you know. This would’ve been mine if you’d just loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch my fingers to your lips, than bring them to my own&lt;br /&gt;I taste your ‘I’m sorry’ a little longer as you ‘goodbye I love you’ play over, and over in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken record I found on purpose, yeah, I found you on purpose&lt;br /&gt;On what purpose? The purpose of love&lt;br /&gt;I loved you baby, but it just wasn’t enough&lt;br /&gt;As our bodies remain tangled together, your starting to pale&lt;br /&gt;As your guilt takes you over, over what?&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a smile as your breathing turned to a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Instead of an answer, I got your good bye&lt;br /&gt;‘Love can move mountains, yeah, but it kills’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you just isn’t enough anymore, you need a gesture for every letter. That’s what it’s called, it’s what I feel about you. It goes with the stories I’m never going to tell. Except yours of course, I wouldn’t do that do you, you know. When they asked, I told them. And it only took one line. That’s some talent you’ve got. I only got a line, a lie straight from your lips. I told them your lie; it’d answer all the questions why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He killed himself because he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the story now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, that's it. Concrit would be greatly appreciated, it was and still remains my first twincest. The poem is actually a poem I wrote, so please don't use it or bash it. Thank you for taking the time to read, I hope you enjoyed. Comments are love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:94107</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Hotel Room</title>
    <published>2006-03-29T19:37:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-29T19:37:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Hotel Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS – Good Charlotte/Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato/Benji Madden, BDSM. PWP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato and Benji Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Benji gets more than he expected, and less than he hoped for, when he agrees to play Tony's favourite game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/190814.html"&gt;Hotel Room&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:93928</id>
    <author>
      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="badfalcon"/>
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    <title>FIC: Complicated This Feeling, Part 14</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T18:25:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-26T18:25:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Complicated This Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS - Good Charlotte/Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato/Joel Madden, BDSM, Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again; this is a BDSM Slash fic. For those who don’t know what BDSM is - think whips and chains. For those who don’t know what Slash is - think boy love. Yes, that’s right. Kinky sex between Tony &amp; Joel. If you don’t like it, simple - don’t read. And don’t bother bitching or whining at me, chances are I’ve heard it all before anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Archive: &lt;/b&gt;Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta. Nicole, for helping me write myself out of a few sticky corners, general cheerleading and keeping me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato &amp; Benji &amp; Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;His relationship with Benji has always been the most important thing to Joel. But as he grows ever closer to Tony Lovato, Joel finds himself arguing with his brother more and more. Can the two most important relationships in his life survive each other, or will Joel find himself in a position where he has to choose between his twin and his lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/14693.html"&gt;Part 01&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/15445.html"&gt;Part 02&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/15760.html"&gt;Part 03&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/15943.html"&gt;Part 04&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/16639.html"&gt;Part 05&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/19762.html"&gt;Part 06&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/29811.html"&gt;Part 07&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/35263.html"&gt;Part 08&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/41441.html"&gt;Part 09&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/53374.html"&gt;Part 10&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/76428.html"&gt;Part 11&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/81686.html"&gt;Part 12&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/189059.html"&gt; Part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/189801.html#cutid1"&gt;Complicated This Feeling, Part 14&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cock_slashers:93565</id>
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      <email>badfalcon@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Lil Miss Morgan Dork</name>
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    <title>FIC: Complicated This Feeling, Part 13</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T11:41:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T11:41:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Complicated This Feeling, Part 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Web Page: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aemslash.co.uk"&gt;http://www.aemslash.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; Obsess, Much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;RPS - Good Charlotte/Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato/Joel Madden, BDSM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again; this is a BDSM Slash fic. For those who don’t know what BDSM is - think whips and chains. For those who don’t know what Slash is - think boy love. Yes, that’s right. Kinky sex between Tony &amp; Joel. If you don’t like it, simple - don’t read. And don’t bother bitching or whining at me, chances are I’ve heard it all before anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Archive: &lt;/b&gt;Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to: &lt;/b&gt;You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta. Nicole, for helping me write myself out of a few sticky corners, general cheerleading and keeping me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Tony Lovato &amp; Benji &amp; Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;His relationship with Benji has always been the most important thing to Joel. But as he grows ever closer to Tony Lovato, Joel finds himself arguing with his brother more and more. Can the two most important relationships in his life survive each other, or will Joel find himself in a position where he has to choose between his twin and his lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/14693.html"&gt;Part 01&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/15445.html"&gt;Part 02&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/15760.html"&gt;Part 03&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/15943.html"&gt;Part 04&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/16639.html"&gt;Part 05&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/19762.html"&gt;Part 06&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/29811.html"&gt;Part 07&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/35263.html"&gt;Part 08&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/41441.html"&gt;Part 09&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/53374.html"&gt;Part 10&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/badfalcon/76428.html"&gt;Part 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://badfalcon.livejournal.com/189059.html"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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