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The All-Judging Butterfly ([info]poisontaster) wrote in [info]whatwekeep,
@ 2008-12-17 09:37:00

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Fic: A Lost Boy, Chapter 21
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY [info]angiepen)

Title: A Lost Boy
Author: AngiePen
Pairing: Liam Neeson/Orlando Bloom, minor Liam/Johnny Depp, plus a few other pair-ups among the supporting characters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Slave Orlando's been taken and the kidnappers aren't interested in ransom. And of course Master Liam's thundering rage is only at the personal insult, that someone would disrespect him by daring to touch his property.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: 1) Set in [info]poisontaster's Kept Boy universe -- FAQ here. See Chapter 1 for more notes.

Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty



Thewlis waited and watched. He'd charmed the night manager of a nearby 7-Eleven (only a quarter mile away, in a tiny strip mall next to another shabby casino) by telling the young man he was a representative of the tabloid media hoping to get photos of a very famous celebrity (whom he could of course not name) who secretly had a house nearby. In exchange for a promise of a couple of prints once he got the pictures, Thewlis negotiated bathroom privileges. Cleaning up in the chipped porcelain sink once every day or so was sub-optimal, but the best he could manage under the circumstances; grunge was a silent and familiar partner when one was alone on stake-out and he hardly noticed it anymore.

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