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turpsMoffet came home today. She's in a beautiful casket with her name on top and has a place next to the pictures of our loved ones. They provided a purple velvet bag filled with her hair, a mixture of her brown top coat, and the cream of her chest. I'm glad she's home.
Happier things. I went to select my prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sparklyglee, read through the prompts, went, omg yay! euro trickc, then realised it was my own prompt....sigh. I think I'm going for the Up Against the Wall video shoot prompt. It means a group fic, something I always prefer and also a chance to think of an actual video for the song. I'm also thinking of making puppy eyes at the artistic people on the flist so I can do an occupying story board.
We went to the movies last night to see Are We Done Yet? Lets just say that's ninety minutes of my life I'll never get back.
I've done three more first kisses requests today. Behind the cut are Nathan/Peter from Heroes, letterboys and hitman kevin/Lance. I think the only one I have to explain is the last. Hitman Kevin is from a hitman BSB universe I'm writing for Turloughishere. In it BSB are hitmen, obviously, really that's all you need to know *g* Oh, and the fact I've never written a word of heroes, so don't expect much. Though that goes for them all.
Nathan hadn’t been sure about the new baby. He considered himself grown already and while a playmate would be good, there had to be a better way to get one without the icky realisation that his parents had sex.
Then Peter came home. He was kinda ugly and all he did was eat and sleep and cry. Not good playmate material at all.
Nathan loved him anyway.
One late night, when everyone was sleeping, Nathan slipped into Peter’s room. His bare feet padded against the floor, and he leaned over the cot rails and lifted Peter into his arms. He was heavy and wiggled, but Nathan held him close, kissed Peter on his forehead and vowed that he’d protect him always. Always
~*~*~*~*~
The dance floor was packed and the air was thick with heat, clinging to JC’s body as he danced. His shirt was damp and his cheeks flushed, and he smiled as he wove through the crowd, making his way to the outskirts of the room.
It was cooler there, the doors and windows flung wide, letting in the salt scented air. Pushing back his hair, JC stood at an open door, and jumped when someone touched his arm.
“Hey.”
AJ’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, and he curled his hand around JC’s arm, black-nailed fingers holding tight. He was heat and desire and want, and JC eased into his touch. AJ’s hand against his cheek, his thigh between JC’s legs, taking kisses that JC freely gave.”
“I’ve wanted to do this forever.”
Quiet confessions and JC smiled his reply. Allowing the pretence while hoping that this time AJ would actually remember, and they wouldn’t have this first time again.
~*~*~*~*~*
“Lance!”
Kevin drew his gun and looked up sharply when he heard Nick yell. Immediately he saw the problem, a black clad figure high on a fire escape, a rifle pointed directly at Lance’s head.
Reaction immediate, Kevin fired, impassively watching as the man fell, his body thumping against the ground.
Blood spread, and Lance watched as the pool inched closer to his feet. He looked stricken, his knuckles white where he clung to his bag. Yet again Kevin regretted allowing him into their fold.
Emotions pished aside and gun tucked safely in its holster; Kevin stepped from his hiding place. Avoiding the pool of blood, he looked down at Brian who was efficiently searching the body.
“Well?”
“He’s clean.” Brain shrugged, looking frustrated. “The whole situation is fucked. We shouldn’t have taken this job.”
It was a fair assessment. Things had been going wrong since the start, and what was supposed to be an easy job to ease Lance in had escalated into a situation that was taxing all of their control.
“I know.” Kevin glanced at Lance, but didn’t offer comfort. It was harsh, but it was the only way he’d learn. “Howie, contact your informant, find out what the hell went wrong. Brian….”
Kevin gasped when he heard the shot, pain following seconds later. He fell to his knees, droplets of blood spraying when his palms hit the ground. He opened his mouth to yell, but the words were crushed by the searing pain.
“Kevin!”
Brian’s yell, Nick’s eyes wide as he lowered Kevin to the ground. He gasped for air, feeling the blood trickle from his mouth as guns fired and Howie and AJ went to shoot the second sniper down.
Kevin fought for breath, shivering and cold. Then there was a mouth against his own, sharing air, forcing Kevin to keep breathing. Hands against his chest, grounding him against the darkness that wanted to spirit him away.
******
That first kiss was one of blood and fear. Lance’s mouth slick and red, his cheeks wet with tears. Moments he revisited each time he traced the scar across Kevin’s chest, remembering the last time he allowed himself to feel.
Happier things. I went to select my prompt at
sparklyglee, read through the prompts, went, omg yay! euro trickc, then realised it was my own prompt....sigh. I think I'm going for the Up Against the Wall video shoot prompt. It means a group fic, something I always prefer and also a chance to think of an actual video for the song. I'm also thinking of making puppy eyes at the artistic people on the flist so I can do an occupying story board.We went to the movies last night to see Are We Done Yet? Lets just say that's ninety minutes of my life I'll never get back.
I've done three more first kisses requests today. Behind the cut are Nathan/Peter from Heroes, letterboys and hitman kevin/Lance. I think the only one I have to explain is the last. Hitman Kevin is from a hitman BSB universe I'm writing for Turloughishere. In it BSB are hitmen, obviously, really that's all you need to know *g* Oh, and the fact I've never written a word of heroes, so don't expect much. Though that goes for them all.
Nathan hadn’t been sure about the new baby. He considered himself grown already and while a playmate would be good, there had to be a better way to get one without the icky realisation that his parents had sex.
Then Peter came home. He was kinda ugly and all he did was eat and sleep and cry. Not good playmate material at all.
Nathan loved him anyway.
One late night, when everyone was sleeping, Nathan slipped into Peter’s room. His bare feet padded against the floor, and he leaned over the cot rails and lifted Peter into his arms. He was heavy and wiggled, but Nathan held him close, kissed Peter on his forehead and vowed that he’d protect him always. Always
~*~*~*~*~
The dance floor was packed and the air was thick with heat, clinging to JC’s body as he danced. His shirt was damp and his cheeks flushed, and he smiled as he wove through the crowd, making his way to the outskirts of the room.
It was cooler there, the doors and windows flung wide, letting in the salt scented air. Pushing back his hair, JC stood at an open door, and jumped when someone touched his arm.
“Hey.”
AJ’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, and he curled his hand around JC’s arm, black-nailed fingers holding tight. He was heat and desire and want, and JC eased into his touch. AJ’s hand against his cheek, his thigh between JC’s legs, taking kisses that JC freely gave.”
“I’ve wanted to do this forever.”
Quiet confessions and JC smiled his reply. Allowing the pretence while hoping that this time AJ would actually remember, and they wouldn’t have this first time again.
~*~*~*~*~*
“Lance!”
Kevin drew his gun and looked up sharply when he heard Nick yell. Immediately he saw the problem, a black clad figure high on a fire escape, a rifle pointed directly at Lance’s head.
Reaction immediate, Kevin fired, impassively watching as the man fell, his body thumping against the ground.
Blood spread, and Lance watched as the pool inched closer to his feet. He looked stricken, his knuckles white where he clung to his bag. Yet again Kevin regretted allowing him into their fold.
Emotions pished aside and gun tucked safely in its holster; Kevin stepped from his hiding place. Avoiding the pool of blood, he looked down at Brian who was efficiently searching the body.
“Well?”
“He’s clean.” Brain shrugged, looking frustrated. “The whole situation is fucked. We shouldn’t have taken this job.”
It was a fair assessment. Things had been going wrong since the start, and what was supposed to be an easy job to ease Lance in had escalated into a situation that was taxing all of their control.
“I know.” Kevin glanced at Lance, but didn’t offer comfort. It was harsh, but it was the only way he’d learn. “Howie, contact your informant, find out what the hell went wrong. Brian….”
Kevin gasped when he heard the shot, pain following seconds later. He fell to his knees, droplets of blood spraying when his palms hit the ground. He opened his mouth to yell, but the words were crushed by the searing pain.
“Kevin!”
Brian’s yell, Nick’s eyes wide as he lowered Kevin to the ground. He gasped for air, feeling the blood trickle from his mouth as guns fired and Howie and AJ went to shoot the second sniper down.
Kevin fought for breath, shivering and cold. Then there was a mouth against his own, sharing air, forcing Kevin to keep breathing. Hands against his chest, grounding him against the darkness that wanted to spirit him away.
******
That first kiss was one of blood and fear. Lance’s mouth slick and red, his cheeks wet with tears. Moments he revisited each time he traced the scar across Kevin’s chest, remembering the last time he allowed himself to feel.
