Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Ties that Bind

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

the exertion, until Duo clenched all his limbs and arched off the bed with a piercing cry as he came.
Heero felt Duo's come drench over his belly and chest, and saw his own vision start to go white as Duo's satiny muscles clenched around him. He thrust twice more into that soft, unbelievably welcoming heat before his own control snapped and he filled Duo's passageway with his seed.
At last, drained in more ways than one, he slumped down on top of Duo, still buried deep inside him. His skin pressed against Duo's, with the curtain of his silken hair the only thing separating them. Duo was lying with his eyes closed, breathing deeply in total post-coital bliss, every muscle loose and relaxed. Heero lay contentedly inside him, his body still humming with sex and wonder.
Duo stirred first, blowing irritably at a strand of sweat-soaked hair that was stuck irritatingly to his face. Opening his eyes, he smiled muzzily at Heero, and then his expression slid towards annoyance. "Oh, no," he groaned, tilting his head far enough enough to glance down his body to the mess of hair that was stuck between them. "Please don't tell me I got it on my hair, too," he grumbled.
Heero kissed the side of his jaw that was nearest. "Then I won't tell you," he said dryly.
"Aw, shit!" Duo groused, letting his eyes fall shut again. "That's going to take forever to brush out, and in this apartment's crappy little shower stall? I can't even get a decent shower! My hair's not going to be clean for days..."
Heero just stared at him, until Duo felt the weight of his stare and opened his eyes again. "What?" he demanded.
"Your hair?" Heero repeated. "Is that all you can talk about?"
Duo blushed sunburn red. "Um. What else would I talk about?" he stalled.
A knowing smirk began to spread across Heero's face. "Well, for one thing," he said, reaching up to tug lightly at Duo's still-bound wrist, "the fact that you're not having a panic attack right now?"
Duo's eyes widened comically, and his mouth opened and closed several times. He looked like a carp, and Heero had to stifle a bite of hysterical laughter. My foolish koi, he thought, as he braced his hands on either side of Duo's chest and began to ease out of his partner -- lover. Duo winced slightly, but quickly relaxed again. "I... I completely forgot about it," he stammered.
"Forgot?" Heero asked. "Then I would call this a unquestionably successful

Re: Ties that Bind

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

experiment."
Duo leered wickedly. "I'd call it something a lot shorter. Like a damn good fuck, for starters."
"That too." Heero turned on the bed, breathing in the smell of sex and Duo as he undid the latches and freed Duo's ankles. As Duo scooted upwards on the bed, moving into a sitting position, Heero moved up and released his wrists, as well. It could have been his imagination, but he thought he detected a faint look of disappointment on Duo's face as he sat up and rubbed at his chafed wrists. "We will try again later, but with any luck, on the next mission, handcuffs will not inspire such fear in you."
"With any luck?" Duo blushed. "Great, so now I just have to explain to the Oz guards why clapping me in irons is giving me a hard-on. The poor goons will need therapy." He shook his head, chuckling ruefully. "Therapy. God..."
"You seemed to enjoy this 'therapy' well enough," Heero remarked dryly, collecting the handcuffs and setting them back in their cases. He noted the mess on the sheets, a mixture of sweat and semen and the hand lotion that had burst from the broken bottle, and decided that laundry was the second priority. Showers were first.
"Fuck yeah!" Duo bounced up from the bed, wincing only slightly at the soreness radiating from his rear. "Tell you what, Heero -- next safehouse we get, it can be your turn for therapy." At Heero's withering glance, he added persuasively, "After all, Heero, you go on the same missions as me. There's the same dangers involved. Think of it as training!"
"Hm." Heero could have flatly disproved such specious arguments. He could have pointed out that Duo, not he, was the one with the phobia. He could have reminded Duo of his own training, which was extensive enough to remove all possibilities of such phobias. He could have pointed out that his self-discipline was much better than Duo's. He could have mentioned the little fact that steel cuffs had no chance of holding him, anyway.
He could have... but for some reason, he didn't.

~owari~