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: Spoil of War, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

~He’d closed his eyes, drawn into himself, so when the man shifted and took the knife away he only saw him through a fog. His legs were clinched together, instinctively seeking whatever protection he could -- but the iron grip closed on his knees, and with easy strength forced his legs wide. With no more effort than moving the stiff and unresponsive limbs of a porcelain doll.~

~Or maybe he was just too weak.~

Heero took his hands away from Duo’s abdomen, reaching to the side until he could slide his hands under the blanket that Duo lay on. He gathered the blanket back to Duo’s sides, slipping his hands beneath Duo’s hips. His hands warm through the soft material, he caressed the backs of Duo’s legs, coaxing them apart. Even through the blanket he could feel Duo’s muscles relax, and moved his hands down Duo’s legs until he could grasp his ankles, and guide his feet to rest on the bed.

At last he assured himself that Duo was comfortable, legs slightly bent and resting on the blanket, and he eased himself to kneel between them. He brushed one hand up the outside of Duo’s thigh, following the long ridge of a scar, and let his hand linger on Duo’s hipbone. An tight ache gripped his throat, as he saw his lover from this angle for the first time. Here, more than anywhere else on his body, were the silent legacies of brutality, centering worst of all around his damaged entrance. Some of the scars radiating outwards had not completely healed yet even after so long, they were so thick from repeated tearing.

Heero blinked back the tears that threatened, and swallowed the lump of anguish clogging his throat. His earlier resolve returned to him doubled in force. He would be gentle, no matter what, he would be gentle. He would show Duo that sex could feel good, even if he couldn’t change the pain in his past.

~“The human body is nothing more than a puppet, my pretty one.” The shriveled fingers were back, searching and jabbing around the cuts the knife had made. He cringed with every touch, unable to move away, but neither could he stand the heat that the probing fingers generated in him. “Anyone who knows how can pull the right strings to make it dance...”~

~Abruptly the hand groped lower, wrapping around his testicles with vicious force, the fingertips digging into the sensitive skin behind his genitals. Duo screamed, and tore at his restraints nearly hard enough to wrench his arms from their sockets. The blood rushed to his groin, leaving a dizzying sickness in its wake, and a horrifying moment of shock as the merciful confusion shattered and he recognized the blistering heat for what it was. Arousal. Sweet Gods, please no...~

Heero sighed, blowing out a soft breath over the delicate skin of Duo’s inner thigh. He saw the muscles shiver, beneath the skin, and rubbed one hand over them soothingly. He let his hand slide downward, over the soft flesh and the rough patch of an old burn, until his fingers rested in the concave between the thigh and the groin. He made no sudden moves, idly kneading the top of Duo’s thigh with his left hand while rubbing the tendon that led down into the right knee between thumb and forefinger. After a moment, he bent over it and nuzzled the crease of flesh instead, sweeping his lips down the inside of the thigh until Duo’s length brushed against his cheek.