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]

Raising his head for a breath, he looked up at Duo and saw the way his hands rhythmically clenched at the blanket, the arch of his throat as his head was thrown back. Good.

He returned his attention to Duo’s arousal, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length in his mouth again. His hands free, he walked his fingers down from where they rested on Duo’s hip, seeking the sensitive skin behind his testicles; he knew he’d found the right spot both from the change in texture, under his fingertip going to satiny-smooth, and the sudden jump from the flesh in his mouth. He kept his hand there, stroking gently, focusing all his attention on his lover’s pleasure. Duo was getting close, he could feel it -- very close...

~Distantly, he heard his own voice sobbing; even once the probing fingers withdrew, the sudden craving still tormented him. Blurrily, he raised his eyes to see the man lazily licking his blood from the hand that had pierced him. “So sweet,” the man purred, voice oozing with pleasure. “Such an eager little doll. Hungry for more. Well, well... I’m never one to disappoint...”~

~”No,” he gasped. Having to force out each word, each breath. “I don’t want... I don’t want...”~

He needed -- he needed. He wasn’t in control of his body any more, he wasn’t in control of anything, he was nothing but a writhing bundle of nerves and need...

~”You like this,” the man hissed as the fingers dug bruisingly into his hips, pulling him up. “You want this.” He burned, he was empty, he desperately craved completion. NO!~

~”I don’t!”~

~He screamed his denial even as the man thrust brutally forward, ripping into him, tearing open the wounds made only moments before. Screamed again as the man pounded into him, impaled him, like he would be split in two. And then again it was like some foreign hand had taken control of him, wringing a guttural moan from him even as it rocked his hips against the ground, grinding dirt and sand into the fresh slices on his groin but hungering, craving the friction...~

He sobbed, silently, as the echoes washed through him and over him -- it was too much the same as before, this feeling, building in him, sending him to unendurable heights.

~...trapped, a prisoner in his own traitorous flesh, despising the lust that gripped him even as a part of him enjoyed it. As his soul shriveled in horror, as his body responded to his rapist’s touch, rising uncontrollably towards --