Sunday, November 15, 2009

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When words are not enough

Good evening. The player would point out that very ashamed to republish this fanfiction, and one that immediately follow, but I think it is fair to do so for reasons of correctness. And 'one of the two stories that were canceled by EFPIA, now two years old. Enjoy.

Title: When words are not enough.
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Character / Couple: Ikki
Prompt: 037.Udito
Rating: VM 18
Word Count: 810
Summary: Ikki wants to change ... "habits" between himself and Shun. Easy, to say.
Notes: Yaoi, Demenziale

Disclaimers: Saint Seiya and all of the characters are © Kurumada Masami, Shueisha .
Table: http://shin-temperance.livejournal.com/24283.html # cutid1

suffused rose over the bed moaning, interspersed with silly with kisses and small gasps.

The sounds came from the two figures above this narrow, two men, one tall, the sun-baked skin, vibrant masculinity and the other, with her long blond-brown hair, green eyes emerald and translucent skin like the moon, seemed a curious hybrid between an infant and a girl, however, he too was a man.

-Oh! Nii-san ... -

Ikki (because did you know that we talked about him) had firmly grasped an ankle Shun (well, obviously the other was him), and using a firm had extended her legs even more, go deeper, even deeper, as if you would entrargli soul: the subtle body, but trained and less elastic, readily responded to the orders given by the Phoenix.

-I could stay inside you all my life ... -

Just a sly whisper, Shun's ear, which obviously blushed.

-M-ma ... Nii-san! -

Ikki to continue his work, emitting a low husky laugh against the ear of the boy, the boy was flushed, sweaty and shifty-eyed and languid: had captured the beauty of a prey.

-What's so embarrassed? And it's true, and I know I like you too ... your bad ass did not seem to expect more, mh? -

Shun became if possible even more red, uttering inarticulate cries like a doll mechanics course.

-So what? Not true, small Shun? -

Ikki Shun led the legs on his shoulders, deepening even further the contact between their bodies. Shun sighed "yes."

the sadistic streak of Ikki was especially strong that day, so I asked him casually:

- How? Small, I have not heard ... -

Yes, Ikki, yes! -

Shun, suddenly caught the passion, he was deprived of inhibitions, clinging to the shoulders of the other with desire.

Ikki, proud and excited by the triumph, he continued to tread in the hand

-Come on, baby, tell me how you'd like to fuck you ... -

He took it and turned ; positions now Shun was astride him, and he could no longer hide his face. Firmly gripped his life and gave a push harder, as if to underline the question that had just expressed.

-U-uhm ... -

-Dai, Shun, what do you like so that you could not fail to speak, mh? -

-E- you know ... -

-On, brave little creature, I want to hear from you ... -

-Um ... here, I ... you .. . ... Your t-no I can not do anything! -

Shun covered his eyes with his hands, in complete crisis and trying to escape.
now it was beyond the embarrassment the next step was the implosion.

Ikki sighed heavily plated with one arm and forcing him to watch it.

-Shun, look, everything is fine, but we lived together for life, we are together "that" makes sense from a lot 'of time, we should be in line now, you so you go in paranoia every time? -

Shun shrugged, replying stammered miserably

-M-but-are you now that you have strange ideas, not my fault, s-usually are perfectly normal! -

Ikki raised an eyebrow, skeptical, running a hand through his hair.

-perfectly normal? For goodness sake, it can also be exciting in its own way, but every time I seem to you is raping , Shun ... - to which the poor fellow had an odd hiccup and interrupted him:

-N-not true! -

Ikki looked at him, very serious:

- last night ... you stuck in the pillowcase head, Shun .-

Complete silence on the other front.

-I said ... I would also change from time to time, have a relationship other than a moment, no? Try for once not cost you anything! -

... The stage after the implosion of what was? The interdimensional rift ?

Then the boy took the breath, quickly passed a hand through his hair-a gesture of no use, they were like a haystack after a tornado-and Ikki stared with the air of a puppy decided.

-Okay! -

Ikki He walked over, picking up the lost contact just before leaving that the other sank within him with a small moan satisfied.

-Aa-time .. I wish you ... -

Ikki smiled maliciously, and started to move slowly, rubbing his hands with the small nipples of the other, like little cherries:

Yes, baby, tell me ... -

Shun continued and safe as a blind man who decided to cross a six lane highway at rush hour.

-C-s me that ... you scop-NO-Nii-san I can not, sorry! -

shook his head in the throes of a sudden rampage: the his heart fought like a scared rabbit and had seemed to explode at any moment.

Ikki snorted, making a hard fall on the bed.

-You are a lost case, Shun. Okay, no words, something unexpected, anything! -

The young man looked between the confused and embarrassed, was not very well versed in certain issues, but tried to seriously seeking a solution to the problem, not draw from a spider hole at the beginning ...

... then he remembered what was its constellation guide.

Ikki stared, terrified as a member of MOIG before the Gay Pride.

- ... Shun, put away those chains mystical. Now! -

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The BigDamnTable

Good evening. Get it seemed only right to begin with republication of the Big Damn Table. I do not will never end, at least to what is saying, but you never know. Certainly much will review the upcoming fanfictions, in light of its evolution as fanwriter. And above all, will review the very character of Ikki: he realized, reading, which was very OOC. o.o;; In the end, will be republished on the spot the two fanfics that were deleted from EFP. * The player does not feel guilty *.
soon.






001. Top . 002. Intermezzo. 003. End 004. interiority. 005. appearance.
006. hours. 007. Days. 008. Weeks. 009. months. 010. Years.
011. Red. 012. Orange. 013. Yellow. 014. Verde. 015. Blue
016. Porpora. 017. Brown. 018. Black 019. White. 020. Without colors.
021. friends. 022. Enemies. 023. Lovers. 024. Family. 025. Strangers.
026. teammates. 027. Parents. 028. Sons. 029. Birth. 030. Death.
031. Alba. 032. Sunset. 033. too. 034. too little. 035. Sixth Sense.
036. Smell. 037. hearing. 038. Touch. 039. Taste. 040. Vista.
041. forms. 042. Triangle. 043. Diamond. 044. Circle. 045. Moon.
046. Stars. 047. Hearts. 048. Quadri. 049. Flowers. 050. Spades.
051. Water. 052. Fire. 053. Earth. 054. Air. 055. Spirit.
056. Breakfast. 057. Lunch. 058. Supper. 059. Food. 060. drinks.
061. Winter. 062. Spring. 063. Estate. 064. Fall. 065. seasons.
066. Rain. 067. Snow. 068. Lightning. 069. Thunder. 070. Storm.
071. Broken 072. Fixed. 073. Light. 074. Darkness. 075. Shadow.
076. Who? 077. What? 078. Where? 079. When? 080. Why?
081. How? 082. If . 083. E. 084. him 085. Lei
086. Choices. 087. Life. 088. School. 089. job. 090. House.
091. Birthday 092. Christmas. 093. Thanksgiving 094. Independence. 095. New Year.
096. Free Choice: Horizon 097. Choice. 098. Choice. 099. Choice. 100. Choice.




Friday, November 13, 2009

Personal Characteristics Of Anesthesiologists

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Good evening to all.
are Dylan the Banshee, and this is Spectrephonia , the additional account of my player, [info] shin_temperance , who apparently preferred to ... delegate to me the management of this account. * Sighs, as if he were to do *

The function of this site is simple: will the personal archive in which the player collects his stories, his literary experimentation, his characters under construction. Does not have many claims, and was probably created in a long evening of boredom but to keep order in the cacophonous head fanwriter same. The navigation is simple, just check the tags on your right: are comprehensive enough.
Please note that the characters and the stories still unpublished will be accessible only to friends , as will be published privately.
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What else? Make yourselves at home , and good luck.


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