| Challenge #30: Episodes 216-220 |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|10:55 am] |
TITLE: “MASK 2" (Justin’s POV) [Sequel to “MASK" (Brian’s POV)]
AUTHOR: Doppelganger
BETA’D BY: Tweedygal
A/N: Thank you so much for reading my stuff and beta’ing (is that even the right term) them for me. I really appreciate it! This fandom is really full of love *kisses*
TIMELINE: 220
“Ethan!” Smiling, Justin whispered as he met a dark-haired young man by the entrance of the dance floor. His spirit soared up high. When their lips touched, Justin felt the void within him being filled. But no, not completely. However he decided it would do.
Their faces parted. Justin turned around and there he was...glaring at them. He took his mask off…Justin looked straight into Brian’s eyes but couldn’t read him.
“Just say it Brian…just say it,” Justin hoped.
But Brian just stood there. Justin choked as numbness overpowered him; he took Ethan’s hand. It was time to move on…
TITLE: “FIRST DAY (Brian‘s POV)” [Sequel to “FIRST NIGHT (Justin‘s POV)”]
AUTHOR: Doppelganger
BETA’D BY: Tweedygal
A/N: Thanks a lot!!!! You are the best!
TIMELINE: Post Episode 220
It’s the first day since Justin’s been gone. The pristine loft’s all to himself again. It’s heavenly quiet, but it feels like hell. Anywhere he turned, there he was; young, blond, beautiful… He ached inside for him.
A body lying next to him moved. “Get out,” he told the man coldly as he got out of bed; the same man he danced with last night after Justin left with his new lover.
“Wha-?”
“Get the FUCK out!”
The man hurriedly left, cursing him under his breath. Brian lit a cigarette; felt a tear coming, but he didn’t let it fall.
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| Nothing Left To Prove |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|04:14 pm] |
Title: Nothing Left To Prove
Author: Vamphile
Timeline: 219
Condom: Justin
BRIAN
“I like to smell you, not soap.”
He flinches. I pull him forward, devouring his mouth, literally sweeping him off his feet and bringing him to his knees. His hands, mouth, and cock I feel them all respond. His leg wraps around mine, pulling me closer and I want him. My own body reacting to him, we’re both so fucked. The anger doesn’t dissipate. I want him and I want to hurt him and I’m not sure which scares me more. “Go take a shower… you stink.” I can’t look at him right now, I’m afraid of what he’ll see.
JUSTIN
I let my head thunk back against the floor. My heart’s racing, for different reasons than a few moments ago. I’m out of tears. I’m out of hope. I’m out of control. I feel dirty, dirtier than I did when I first headed towards the shower. Then I felt like a liar, now I feel like a whore. I have to get out of here. This isn’t where I should be. We both know it now. He figured it out a while ago. It took me longer to catch up. It would be easier if I didn’t still love him. |
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| Challenge #30: 216-220 |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|10:17 pm] |
This is the sequel to my post-216 AU kitten drabble, which is here. This series begins after Brian is on his way home from not buying the roses at the end of 216, and he finds a kitten in the alley.
The kitten condom is for Justin.
Warm
By Rebel
Brian drove home, one hand on the kitten to keep her from shaking. When he opened the door to the loft, he wondered what fucking influence the lesbians had on Justin that he was listening to classical music.
Justin stared, a strange expression on his face. Brian just stood there, the kitten against his chest, cradled in his hand.
Justin came over. “What….”
Brian shrugged. “It’s a kitten.”
Justin stroked her, and with his hand resting over her, and Brian’s beneath her, for the first time in a very, very long time, she felt warm. And safe.
So she purred.
Part 3 is here... |
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| Challenge # 30: 216-220 |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|11:48 pm] |
This is the third in my post-216 AU in which Brian finds a kitten in the alley right after he doesn't buy Justin roses. Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here.
Justin can have the condom. I don't want it.
Thank you to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) xie_xie_xie (not her real name) for typing this.
Welcome
By Rebel
Justin sat on the sofa, the kitten asleep on his lap. Brian was at the computer, probably Googling “kittens.”
Daphne’s family had a cat, so he’d phoned her for advice. She’d made an emergency delivery of food, litter, and a decidedly non-designer litterbox. Brian regarded it with horror, but the kitten had used it with relief. And then ate the entire can of food.
Justin stroked her dirty fur, wondering what had made Brian bring her home.
After a while he fell asleep, his arms curled protectively around the kitten.
Brian put a blanket over him, and went to bed.Continued here... |
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