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Long overdue Flyers Prospect Camp - much pic spam AND Twitter is <3

2009-07-11T20:30:28Z

I'm finally going to do a real post on the Flyers Prospect Camp. And I need to write my first blog post about it too. I might wait till tomorrow for that since I'm going to camp again. I finally got the pictures uploaded to both Google so I can spam them on here but I also have them up on Facebook if you have me friended. Facebook is So much easier. I suppose I could just post the link to my photoalbum on Picassa but what fun is that? My period totally kicked my ass this week :( The cramps just about killed me. And I was so tired. About the only thing I've done since Wed is come home, cook dinner for my kids, and sleep. No much fun at all :(

Last night I totally freaked out but in a totally good way. I was playing on Twitter and one of the Philly bloggers I follow had reply to Ray Emery!!! So you know I had to follow him too. He looked for real and he has replies to Claude Giroux!!! I've been trying to get added to Claude's facebook so I could stalk him but in a non-threatening way for few months now so seeing Claude on Twitter made me WAY too happy. I am 99.9% sure Claude's is the real him. Because honestly? It's too boring to be a fake account. He's so damn adorable, he apologizes for being boring. <3 I swear it makes me love him so much. If you want to follow them it is RayEmery29 & CGiroux28. I swear knowing that Ray is telling Claude who to add in Twitter makes me want to write some oh so wrong but smoking hot Claude/Ray slash. Maybe someday. I'll add it to the list.

I went to my first Prospect Camp ever last Wedsnday with my daughter. It was great seeing so many of the guys I watched last year. Almost all my favourite Phantoms were there: Pat Maroon, Jon "can't wear his helmet" Matsumoto, Matt Clackson, Andreas Nodl, and Jon Kalinski were there along with Mike Ratchuk, Josh Beaulieu, Rob Bellamy, Garrett Klotz, David Laliberte, Michael-Lee Teslak (who was a Phantom last season when J-S Aubin was hurt) and of course the most hyped prospect JVR ( James van Riemsdy). Can you tell I'm not all that excited about him? I don't even know why! I just don't like the top draft picks. It is not logical at all. But, I really don't like John Tavares, Sidney Crosby, and I really, really don't like JVR. Okay, so maybe Sid doesn't count. I like Patrick Kane but he is just SO dorky, how can you not like him? But, I really don't like JVR and as a Flyers fan I should be totally excited about him playing. I think part of it is that he didn't listen to Holmgren who told him to play in juniors and until this summer acted like he wasn't even sure he wanted to play in the NHL. I can understand him wanting to stay in school but he was the 2nd overall pick how can you not be dying to play in the NHL? The other guys picked the same year as him? Patrick Kane. I don't even have to say anything about him. Kyle Turris, Sam Gagner, Jakub Voracek.... All of those guys have played in the NHL. But, my favourite guys are the ones who make and were never supposed to. I know I talk a lot about Claude but he went undrafted by the OHL and QMJHL. Nobody wanted him. Because he was small? Pft, I think the OHL is looking pretty damn stupid now. Claude played better last year than a lot of his teammates from the WJC who were drafted ahead of him. He was a steal at 22. Okay. I'll shut up about him now. Then, there is Nicola Riopel. He was undrafted by the NHL the last two years but busted his ass and got better each year. Last year he was voted the player of the year in the QMJHL and won another award for lowest GAA. And my favourite Phantom Pat Maroon. A lot of scouts and coaches told him he wouldn't make it because he was too slow, out of shape, and fat. Two scouts from St. Louis worked with him because they saw something there. He lost weight, got in shape, and worked hard. He played a year in juniors with the London Knights ~~unlike JVR~~ and got real good. I watched him play a lot of games last year and he's impressed me a lot. He is HUGE, but has as the experts say, "great hands." That sounds so dirty. haha. Okay. I'll shut up now.

The best part of prospect camp was getting a chance to see the guys who were just drafted and the ones I never got a chance to see play.

A few thoughts?

Nicola Riopel. I was wrong. He shut out the "black" team during the scrimmage. He was as amazing as I thought he would be. Even though I'm sad about losing Scott Munroe and J-S Aubin this year (and possibly Ross, Syrvet, and Kane). I have a lot of hopes he'll make the Phantoms. He is a lot like Carey Price but in a good way :) I also love his mask. Wildcats! Rawr :D

Kevin Marshall. I love this kid a lot. I'm real excited about getting to see him play a few games when the Phantoms are in Scranton or Hershey. There is also talk he could make the Flyers as the 7th d-man. I think it will him or Ratchuk (unless Danny Syrvet resigns). Kevin is a shut-down d-man but can score too! Think Luca Sbisa but meaner. There was an interesting article on how he spent all of the off season training with Ian Laperriere. Hmm, and they could end up on the same team? ~~No, I'm not going to write it.~~ He's had an impressive camp so far, scored 2 goals during the scrimmage.

Pat Maroon. He looked great out on the ice so far. He trimmed down even more since last year and is skating better. He is impressing a lot of people at camp and that makes me so happy. With Knuble gone, he could make the team on the 3rd or 4th line. I would LOVE to see him steal JVR's spot. I know I'm a bad Flyers fan.

Another thing I notice, with a few exceptions (Marc-Andre Bourdon & Kevin Marshall) the Phantoms guys played a lot harder than the college & juniors guys. You can tell they are really trying to make the Flyers. They were hitting hard for just a scrimmage. No fights my first day :( but I'm hoping for one tomorrow.

We took heaps of pictures. About 1/3 were taken with Melissa's awesome Fuji camera that I got her for her b-day. Most of those pics came out amazing. The rest were with the old camera but came out okay. There are a whole lot of pics under the cut but I didn't even include all of them. If you want to see the rest you can see them here.

Adam Morrison (3rd round pick) and Cody Rosen (undrafted). I just <3 baby goalies.

I was so mad the Swedish goalie Joacim Ericksson never took his mask off. He is beautiful. His nickname is "Sunshine."

I love the expression on Cody's face :D

Not even sure who this is?

I love that Derian Hatcher is back coaching the young guys. <3

<3

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He has the most gorgeous eyes but I'm not even sure who he is. I know he was on the Phantoms last year.

Matt Clackson. I got heaps of pics of him.

Who is he???

My new favourite dirty d-man: Kevin Marshall <333

Mmmm, I'm not even going to say anything about what this looks like. The guy in back is Pat Maroon. <3

Nicola Riopel. With Marty & J-S gone :( my new favourite French Canadian Flyers/Phantoms goalie

He would NOT take his mask off. :( :( :(

Marc-Andre Bourdon. He's supposed to be one of the best d-men in the QMJHL. Should be on the Phantoms this season.

Nodl & ?

Rosen has the most LOLZy expressions :D

JVR (middle) and Nodl. I think.

JVR again.

OMG. I love this pic. So cute.

It's okay, Matty. Don't cry.

<333 this picture of Matt.

but not nearly as much as this one of Pat. That boy is so big but oh so pretty.

I think this is Kevin Marshall. They changed uni's for the scrimmage.

Kevin Marshall. I'm a big fan. Not pretty but dirty hot. <3

Nicola & I think Jacob DeSerres

Matty? Why did you cut your hair soooo short?

Oooh, Jon (Kalinski) That pose is so gay. <3

The black team. They had some good scorers like Jon Matsumoto & JVR but the red team's d & goalie (Nicola) were better. :D

Nicola in Flyers orange. So, so much love :D

<333

ahh, memories ; )

Okay. I think I've spent all afternoon writing this post and the HTML code. I really should be writing fic. Or reading.

the internet is for pr0n

2009-04-06T21:07:45Z

I totally should be cleaning but I remember I wanted to post this.

I'm not even into Supernatural but came across this on weepingcock and it cracked me up a lot.
Maybe because I've thought of writing something similar about the Flyers. Actually, I started writing a fic but never finished. In this clip Sam & Dean discover slash of themselves on the internet. It is too funny for real.

Claude Giroux!!! and fic

2009-01-28T04:09:45Z

I swear I'm too totally excited about this but Claude Giroux scored his first NHL goal tonight! That makes me happier than like anything almost. Yes, I'm weird. It was a beautiful goal too.

I was right in the middle of posting this fic I wrote a little while ago when he scored. Crazy but true. It's Claude Giroux & Jean-Sebebastien Aubin (Philadelphia Phantoms). It's NC-17 and fluffier than my usual Flyers slash.

Nankurunaisa

Flyers fic

2008-11-28T06:37:49Z

I finally finished the Flyers one-shot I've been working on for the past few days. I swear. Why can't I write anything short??? Seriously. This is a a one-sot. A 10 page one-shot.

Title: Welcome to the NHL
Characters/Pairings: Scottie Upshall/Claude Giroux
Other Pairings: Mike Richards/Jeff Carter, implied Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Based on some true facts. True: Claude Giroux got called up from Juniors last year to play for the Flyers in Ottawa when several of the guys were out due to energies. Joffrey Lupul was on the IR due to a high ankle sprain. Not so true: Claude rooms with Scottie (since Joff isn't able to travel with the team). Scottie gives him a very special welcome to the NHL. I have no idea if the two ever roomed together in Ottawa but it could have happened. Well, not the sex but the roomie stuff.
Disclaimer: Not real/never happened
Notes: Unbeta'd. I should be posting the edited version soon. Also, my obsession with Claude is growing. What is up with that???

The past few days had been crazy. First the phone call from the Flyers telling him he was being called up and to be in Ottawa for the game. Then, the message telling him they couldn't call him up because it was against the NHL rules. Claude had been crushed. This was what he had been waiting for, his dream. This was why he had worked so hard, made so many sacrifices. Just when he thought all hope had been lost...the phone rang again. He was being called up. They wanted him in Ottawa to play his first NHL game.

By the time he got to the hotel, all of the guys were already settled into their rooms. It took him awhile before he found John Stephens but he finally did. Johnny talked to him about the game, who he'd be playing with, and what time to be there. Claude was so excited after he talked to him; he almost forgot to ask who he'd be rooming with. He was hoping it might be Danny knew it was a long-shot. He'd heard that Danny always shared a room with Marty. Simon of course had been out all season so it wouldn't be him. "Coach? What room am I in?"

John Stephens got a strange look on his face, as if he knew something was wrong with what he was about to say. "210. You're rooming with Scottie Upshall."

Claude wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Part of him was turned on as all hell, excited beyond belief, thinking about all of those stories he heard. The other part? Terrified - thinking about those exact same stories. As he got closer to his room he heard voices and he felt…fuck what did he feel? Disappointed? Hell, yeah but also a little relieved.

He slid his card through the lock and opened the door. Mike Richards, Jeff Carter, and Scottie Upshall were all sitting on a bed engrossed in a deep conversation. Scottie’s eyes were on him immediately, shamelessly checking him out, a seductive smirk forming on his face.

“Oww!” Scottie yelled as Mike Richards elbowed him and stood up to shake Claude’s hand.

“Don’t mind him. He doesn’t really eat rookies. Well, at least not until after the game.” Mike laughed and kicked Scottie again. Upshall was still staring at Claude like he was going to pounce on him at any moment. “I’m Mike Richards and you, you’re Claude, right?”

Claude smiled sheepishly finally moving his eyes away from Scottie and towards Mike. “Yes, that’s me. Stephens told me this was my room.”

Mike’s eyes grew wide and looked at Scottie. “Fuck, is Johnny crazy? Putting you in here with him..But you’re a..a..rookie.”

Jeff started to laugh hysterically. “Listen, if you want, you can room with us.” He winked at Mike. “Me and Richie can share a bed and let you have the other one.”

“Fuck you both,” Scottie smiled at Claude again but this one was a friendly smile. “ I don’t know what you’ve heard but not all the stories are true.”

Claude put his suitcase on the floor and sat down on the bed. “But, some of them are?”

“Why don’t you tell him which ones are true?” Jeff chimed in.

“Fuck you, Carts.” Scottie threw a pillow at Jeff.

“Yeah,” Scottie admitted, smirking at Claude, “some of them are true.”

Claude smiled at Scottie, meeting his eyes for just a second. “Good,” he said quietly before going into the bathroom to get washed up for the game.

Scottie looked at Jeff and Mike, grinning like a Cheshire cat, repeating what Claude had said. “Good.”

“No fucking way,” Jeff protested. “So Lupes is out on the IR and you’re still going to get laid tonight. Un-fucking-believable.”

“Why does that surprise you?” Mike asked punching Jeff playfully. “No matter what. Scottie always get’s laid. It’s like the unwritten rule of the universe. Jeff grabbed Richie’s wrist and bit his wrist hard.

“Fuck, will you stop it Jeff?”

“You didn’t want me to stop biting you last night.” Jeff winked at Mike.

Mike turned beet red and started to curse at Jeff.

“Will you two take it to your room?” Scottie asked.

“What’s the matter, Scottie? Usually you want to watch.” Jeff ignored the glare Richie was giving him.

“You’re going to get Claude all distracted. He’s got to keep his mind on the game.” He smiled at Claude. “You guys should get back to your room, so Claude can get read. Don’t you two need to get ready?”

“We were going but..you’re not going to do anything before the game?” Mike asked Scottie. “Seriously, Claude if you want to stay with us…”

“I’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to force me or anything.”

“Well, no,” Mike said. “Scottie’s done a lot of things but don’t think he’s ever…”

“I’ll be fine, you guys go..” Claude laughed at their concern. “Fuck, I’m not a kid.”

“You heard him,” Scottie said, pushing them both out.

“If change your mind, Claude. We’re two doors down – two doors.”

Claude lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, laughing at Mike and Jeff. He could feel Scottie’s eyes on him but kept his eyes closed, afraid of what would happen if Scottie saw what was in his eyes. Scottie was right. He had to focus on the game right now. Anything else would have to wait until later.

“Why didn’t you take them up on their offer?” Scottie sat down his bed, his eyes on the TV.

“What? Stay with Mike and Jeff? “ He shrugged his shoulder and grinned at him. “That would have felt weird because they are…you know.” He looked over at Scottie for a few moments. “Besides, I’d rather stay with you.”

“Why’s that?” Scottie asked, pretty sure he knew the answer already.

“I have a feeling,” Claude answered grinning at him. “After the game tonight…You’ll be more fun.”

Scottie nearly choked on his bottled water. “You really should be careful, Claude.”

“Careful?”

“Yeah, careful. I told Stephens I’d be good, keep my distance from you..but if you’re going to flirt with me…”

“Fuck. Stephens, asked you that? I’m not a baby.”

“He’s just trying to protect you from me. Guess he thought it might distract you.”

“Fuck no. It does piss me off he’d even mention it. I can take care of myself.”

Scottie grinned at him. “Maybe…I’m pretty good.”

“So I hear.” Claude grabbed a bottle from the mini-bar and glanced at Scottie. “But, maybe I don’t want to be left alone.”

Scottie started to get up, his eyes were locked on Claude, just about to make his move when there was a knock on the door. They had fifteen minutes to get on the bus.

“Fuck!” They both answered at once before erupting into laughter.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Meeting the rest of the guys at practice was interesting. Was Scottie staring at him, licking his lip, or was he looking at one of the other guys? No, that “fuck me” look was meant just for him. He was sure of it. Claude looked away from Scottie he had to get his mind off of him, and shot a puck at the net. Fuck, talk about high and wide. It was nowhere near the net. If he played like this tonight, he’d be sent back down tomorrow. He took deep breath, closed his eyes, and shot again. That’s better. It didn’t go in but that was a damn good save. The shot probably would’ve got past his goalie in the Juniors.

Mike and Jeff were watching Claude when Scottie skated up. “You think he’ll be okay tonight?”

“He’d be better if you would stop looking at him like that.”

“Like what?” Scottie asks innocently.

“Like you want to nail him against the boards and fuck his brains out.”

“Well, I do.” Scottie grins at them.

“Scottie, come on. Tonight’s important for him. Shit, when Joff’s not around, you’re even more of a bastard, aren’t you?”

“Am I?” Scottie asks.

“Yeah, you are.” Jeff says. “I didn’t say it was bad. But, you should back off a little with the kid. At least until after the game.” Jeff looks over at Claude, checking him out but not quite as obvious as Scottie. “Not that I can blame you. I sure wouldn’t mind---oww, what the fuck Mike?” He glares at Mike after getting punched in the arm.

“You two are both bastards.” Mike glared at Jeff.

“What? I just said I wouldn’t mind…Scottie’s the one planning to seduce him.”

“Back off, Scottie.” Mike told him. “You’re going to throw his game off if you keep looking at him like that, okay? After the game, in your room, I don’t care what the fuck you do.”

“You’re right, Richie. I just…couldn’t help myself. Didn’t expect him to be so hot.” He grins at the two of them, leaning and lowering his voice. “And he wants me too. I didn’t think he was into guys. It’s almost too easy.”

“Lucky bastard.” Jeff says, grinning at him.

“Luck, my dear Watson, has nothing to do with it.” He winks at Jeff. “Seduction is pure skill.”

The game went well. After practice Scottie didn’t give him “the look” and Claude was grateful for that. Even during the pre-game skate, Scottie seemed to be avoiding him. Claude was beginning to wonder if he imagined those looks earlier. But, then he remembered the conversation in the room. No, he thought, Scottie definitely wants me. He looked over and saw Mike talking to Upshall and it came to him. He saw them talking earlier, right before…Right before the looks stopped. Mike and Jeff must have told him to back off. Ordinarily, another guy getting involved with his business would have pissed Claude off but this time, it didn’t. First, it was Richards and he knew the guy’s intentions were good. Also, he was a little relieved Scottie wasn’t looking at him like that anymore. That look made it almost impossible to concentrate.

He started to skate off the ice when Scottie called out his name. “You looked pretty good today.”

“Do you mean my ass or my play?”

“Both,” Scottie leans in close, grinning at him. “If you play good tonight, not real good, just don’t fuck up or anything, I’ll give you what you really want when we get back to the room.”

Before Claude can say anything – yes, no, maybe. Scottie skates off. “Fucker,” Claude mutters. Now, he had another problem. Thanks a lot, Upshall. Now I got hard-on. He was grateful right now, that he was a hockey player. The equipment and uniform hid his “problem.” If he was a baseball, football, or even a basketball player, he’d be so busted.

The game went well. Claude wondered if Scottie’s promise helped. He didn’t make any big plays but he also didn’t fuck up. Playing against guys in the NHL was a lot tougher than he expected. He was better than a lot of his competitors in the juniors but here? Claude felt overmatched. He was as quick as the other guys but most of the guys had him beat in strength. Claude knew what he’d be working on during the off-season. He would have to increase his strength a lot if he was going to succeed.

After the game, Scottie, Richie and Carts invited him out with some of the other guys to a bar in Ottawa to celebrate his first game in the NHL. Claude thought about turning down the invitation. He didn’t feel all that great about the game. He hadn’t even earned any points but Scottie had insisted. A nd when Scottie wanted something he usually, no scratch that, he always, got it.

Claude was working on his third pint of a much too strong lager, and feeling no pain. He didn’t even notice when Scottie sat down next to him. He did, however notice when he felt Scottie’s hand on his knee and the heat in Upshall’s eyes as the stared at him.

“Hey, how you feeling, rookie?”

“I’m feeling good,” Claude answered, grinning at him. He bit his lip when he felt Scottie’s hand moving slowly up towards his thigh. “I could be feeling better, though.”

“Hmm..? Bet I could help you with that.” Scottie squeezed his thigh.

“Oh? Bet you’d like that. I don’t know. I’ve heard stories about you.”

“Bet you have but most of them aren’t true.” Scottie leaned forward and whispered in Claude ear. “ ‘Cept one.”

“I know I shouldn’t ask this, I must be stupid as hell but I just can’t…resist. “Which one is true?” Claude asked, almost whispering.

“I—eat---rookies.” Scottie whispered, deliberately drawing out each word.

“Fuck,” Claude whispers.

“Did you hear me?”

Claude nodded nervously, a soft moan escaping his lips as Scottie moved his hand up his leg, squeezing his thigh, only inches away from his hard cock. “Uhhhuhh.”

“Want to know why?” Scottie didn’t wait for Claude to answer. He knew he had the rookie just where he wanted him. “Rookie’s are just so fucking delicious.” He grinned as he saw the effects his words were having on the rookie. Claude was holding his breath and the bulge in his pants was growing. Sometimes, it was just too fucking easy.

“You all right, Claude?” Mike Richards looked at the two of them with concern noticing exactly where Scottie’s hand was. He started to say something but was interrupted by Jeff. His best friend and sometime lover put his arm around him and whispered something that turned Mike’s face completely red. “I-I-I…Jeff, just wait.”

“He’s fine, Mike. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of my roomie. You should go take care of yours.”

Jeff’s lips were on Mike’s neck, his hands slipping under Mike’s shirt. Claude didn’t know what turned him on more – watching the two of them or Scottie’s hand squeezing his thigh.

“You ready to go? I can grab a bottle of wine to take back to our room if you want…I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He waited for Claude to nod and walked over to Mike and Jeff, tapping Mike on the shoulder. He ignored Jeff’s death glare. “Richie. We’re going to head back to the room. I did what you said. Backed off him till we played the game.”

Mike shook his head at Scottie. “You don’t have any shame, do you?”

“Not one fucking bit.” He put his arm around Richie and whispered in his ear. “But, admit it. You wouldn’t want me any other way.” Scottie didn’t wait for Mike’s answer. He walked to the bar, bought a few bottles of French Champagne, and told Claude it was time to go. He had a feeling tonight, the real fun, was only just beginning.

Scottie behaved himself on the way back to the hotel for the most part. He still was giving Claude those looks, licking his lips and staring at him, sending shivers down the rookie’s spine. And there were the innocent touches. His hand on the small of Claude’s back, almost touching his ass but not quite. Scottie’s leg brushing up against his so slow it had to be deliberate.

Claude was almost relieved when they made it back to the room. He didn’t think he could take another minute of the sexual tension before he lost his fucking mind. Claude kicked off his shoes, sat down on his bed, and waiting. He slipped off his suit jacket and tie, watching Scottie pour them both champagne.

“Richards was really worried about you coming back here with me. I think he might like you.” Scottie handed him a glass of champagne. He stood still, staring at Claude.

“He shouldn’t be. I can take care of myself.” He grinned at Scottie, taking the glass. “He doesn’t fucking like me..not like that.”

Scottie sat down on the bed next to Claude, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his tie.“Why the fuck wouldn’t he?”

“Huh?” Claude couldn’t take his eyes off of Scottie. The right-winger was so gorgeous; he almost took his breath away.

Scottie put his drink down on the night stand and leaned in close to Claude’s ear. “You’re hot as hell, dumbass.” Scottie locked his eyes on Claude, licked his lips, and started to unbutton the rookie’ shirt. “I can’t wait to fuck you, suck your cock.”

“Mmm…fuck.” Claude moaned. Was it possible to have an orgasm from just words? Scottie’s voice was so smooth, his breath so hot in his ear.

Scottie didn’t waste another second. He brushed his lips against Claude’s and kissed him soft and slow. The rookie moaned softly as Scottie slid his fingers down his chest, tracing over his taut muscles. “So fucking hot and you don’t even know it, do you?”

“I know it. Want you to show me.” Claude grinned and pulled off Scottie’s shirt. He sucked along Scottie’s jaw, scraping teeth against his skin. Claude smiled against Upshall’s neck when he heard him moan. And he wanted to hear more. He slid his fingers in Scottie’s hair, tugging on it and sucking on his neck hard. The harder he sucked on Upshall’s neck, the louder he moaned.

“Oh hell yeah, that feels fucking good.” Claude’s mouth felt incredible on his neck. He’d let the rookie have his fun for awhile, until he couldn’t take it anymore. As good as this felt, Scottie had a feeling it would not be long at all. He looked down at Claude when it hit him. The rookie was not nearly as innocent as he looked.

Claude fumbled with the zipper on Scottie’s pants when everything fucking changed. Scottie pushed him away and pinned him to the bed. “Fucking want you. Now.” Scottie’s mouth was on him., Those soft, beautiful lips, kissing, sucking, and biting the skin on his chest, stomach, and ribs. It felt almost too good. He looked down, watching Scottie unzipping his pants and grinning at him.

Scottie pulled off Claude’s pants and bit his thigh, his eyes still locked on the rookie. “Mmm..Rookies are so fucking good.” He slid his tongue up Claude’s length, pressing hard, and licking the cock-head. Claude rocked his hips up, watching as Scottie licked a few drops of pre-cum from his cock. “Please. Oh. Please. Oh. Please.”

“Want me to suck you?”

Claude nodded, nervously biting his lips, wondering if he ever needed a blow job so fucking much. Scottie grinned evilly at Claude, taking his cock in slowly, twirling his tongue along his length. He sucked on him slow, taking the rookie’s cock in deep. “Oh god, that feels so…” Scottie went deeper until Claude felt his cock head hit his throat. He grabbed Scottie’s head, rocked his hips, and pushed himself in deeper down Scottie’s throat. He almost came when he felt Scottie clench his throat muscles around him.

Scottie slipped a finger inside of Claude’s ass, as he went down on him. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” But, he didn’t come just yet. Scottie fucked the rookie with his fingers, getting him ready for what was to come as Claude fucked his mouth. Upshall would never admit it to anyone but he loved sucking cock. Loved the way it felt when a big cock was rammed down his throat. He was so turned on, Scottie thought he might come before the rookie did.

Claude didn’t know what felt better. Scottie’s fingers fucking his ass or fucking Upshall’s mouth. Don’t think, just feel, he told himself. The orgasm took him by surprise, he came hard and fast, spurting into Scottie’s throat and grinding against his fingers. He screamed so loud he wondered what the rest of the team would say tomorrow at practice. He had feeling it wouldn’t be the first time the team hear unusual noises coming from Upshall’s room.

Scottie moved his fingers inside of Claude as the rookie came, pro-longing the orgasm, and watching him as he came. He loved seeing the way he looked, moaning his name. The kid looked too fucking hot, writhing on the bed and moaning his name. He lay down next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist when it was over.

“Fuck, that was incredible.”

“Welcome to the NHL, Claude.”

“I think I’m going to like it.” He smiled at Scottie, stroking his hair. “We’re not..done yet are we?”

“Hell no, we’re just getting start. It’s my turn now.”

Scottie grabbed a small bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand. “So you’re not a virgin are you?”

“Hell no.”

“Just making sure.” Scottie grinned at him “Didn’t know if I should take it easy on you or not.”

“Don’t,” Claude told him.

“Don’t what?”

“Take it easy on me. Fuck me as hard as you want.”

“So you like it rough?” Scottie asked, smiling slowly.

“Fucking love it. The rougher, the better.”

“Fuck, Claude. I think you’re going to fit in great on our team.”

“I hope so. Now are we going to talk all night or…”

“Hell no.” Scottie stroked his dick for a few seconds, getting his cock hard again and slipping on the condom. He watched as Claude squirted a small amount of lube on his cock and stroked him. He moved closer to the rookie on the bed and slow and deep.

Claude pulled away from Scottie and whispered in his ear. “Stop teasing me, Ups. Fucking want, fucking need you now.”

Scottie smirked and pushed the younger man down on the bed. Hope you’re ready, Claude because I’m not going easy on you.” He climbed between Claude’s legs and pushed his knees up and licked his lips. Scottie locked his eyes on Claude’s as he slammed his cock into his ass hard.

Claude wrapped his legs around Scottie’s hips pulling his body down and bringing his cock in deep. Scottie grinned at Claude. He’s not lying. This isn’t his first time. He pounded into Claude’s ass hard, not holding back at all. “Oh fuck! So tight…”

Scottie fucked him harder, grinding against his prostate hitting just the right spot. Claude slipped his hands around Scottie’s neck and pulled him close for a hard, rough kiss, scraping his teeth against his lower lip. “Harder, Scottie. Fuck me hard as you can.” Claude begged, his voice was ragged.

Claude moaned as Scottie fucked him harder, their hips hitting each other’s hard. Scottie moaned into Claude’s mouth and wrapped his hand around the rookie’s cock, stroking him hard and fast. Claude screamed Scottie’s name as he came hard, spurting into Scottie’s hand. Scottie was still fucking him, grinding inside him, and Claude rocked his hips. Was he still coming?

“Oh fuck!” Scottie thrusted a few more times and came hard. He collapsed on the bed next to Claude, taking off the condom and throwing it to the floor. Scottie wrapped his arm around the rookie, resting his head on Claude’s shoulder, and falling asleep almost immediately. He wasn’t sure if it was the sex or the alcohol that made him so sleep. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

The ringing of the hotel room phone woke Scottie up. He looked over and saw that his roomie was still sleeping.

“Hey.”

“How come you didn’t answer your cell? I’ve been calling all morning.”

“Hey, Joff.” Scottie reached under the cover and stroked Claude’s ass, stirring the rookie awake. “How’s your ankle.”

“Sore as hell. But, when are you guys getting back. I really need to get laid.”

“That’s all you want me for. My cock.” Scottie teased him, as he stared at Claude’s bare ass. So fucking tempting.

“Fuck you. Wait, I can tell. You got laid last night, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. Don’t I usually?”

“Who did you fuck? Richie? Carts? Both of them?”

“Fuck no. I think they’re only fucking each other these days.”

“Who?”

“A rookie,” Scottie answered quietly.

“Man, you have no shame, Ups.”

“Aww c’mon Lupes. You know how delicious rookies are.”

“Fuck you. I taste better.”

“Maybe. I don't know. He tasted pretty damn good. Maybe you need to remind me.”

“Fuck you, Ups.”

“I’ll see you soon, Lupes.”

Scottie looked at Claude and knew he couldn’t resist. He had about an hour to kill. And he just had to have another taste. The right-winger climbed between the rookie’s legs, and took his half-hard cock into his mouth. Mmm…nothing tasted as good as a rookie in the morning.

don't know if anyone is still reading this

2008-11-22T17:00:03Z

I finally got over my writer's block and finished another chapter of Polyamorous. I still can't believe I didn't post anything in October. The next chapter won't be so long to come out because I have a pretty good idea where I'm going with it. After the last chapter, I really didn't. I think I'll be able to finish in 1-2 more chapters. I need to tie up Danny & Marty (heh too bad it isn't literally), Jeff & Mike, and the finale (the orgy of course). I'm not sure if that many people are still reading, 2mins4slashingbut I've come this far, I have to finish it.

If you are reading, I'd love comments (good or constructive criticism). I tend to be insecure about my writing help with that.

Title: Polyamorous
Chapter: 11/14
Author: kelles
Characters: Joffrey Lupul, Scottie Upshall, Mike Richards
Rating: NC-17 ~~When have I not written smut?~~
Disclaimer: Not real - never happened. The Flyers aren't really this fucked up.
Warnings: There is a little bit of humor that may offend some people. Everyone knows that I don't write my guys as soft as some people like in any of my fics (or like other people write them). In the POLY universe they are even more fucked up. There are certain words, terms of endearment they just won't say. Not ever. They are just too fucked up for that. I kind of poke a little fun at that but it's not meant to offend anyone. In certain situations I've been known to use the words (just not in my Flyers fics) so I'm poking fun at myself too. Also, this has not been beta'd. I will post the beta'd version to 2mins4slashing in a few days.
Summary: Joff tells Mike. Everything.
Notes: Sorry - still no Jeff & Mike. They're so fucked up it's going to take some time. And sex. This chapter is all Scottie, Joff, and Mike. This is set in the summer before the start of the season.

Joff stood outside his condo for a few moments not really wanting to go in. He had turned his cell phone off after Mike had called him twice asking him where the hell he was. That was not like him at all but he was afraid if he talked to Mike, he would just know. He knew that delaying the inevitable was never a good thing. So why was he doing it today? Maybe because he knew just how bad Mike would take it. At all. He took a deep breath and unlocked his door.

"Where the fuck have you been? It's almost too late---" Mike was dressed, ready to go, looking mad as hell.

Joff smiled wryly at him as he walked into and sat down at the table. "Sorry Mike." He didn't even try to come up with an excuse of why he was so late.

"Well?" Mike just stared at Joff.

"I think we should skip today. It wasn't really mandy today anyway, was it?"

"What?" Mike was almost livid. "But, I told Johnnie I'd be there." Mike stared at Joff for several moments and the concern grew in his eyes. "Wait---is this about last night?"

Joff nodded at him avoiding his eyes. "Why don't you grab a six-pack. Think we're going to need it. Better yet, grab the bottle of Jack. Yeah, that might be better."

"Joff it's not even noon. What the happened last night? It can't be that fucking bad." He looked at him and took a few steps back. The look in Joff's eyes told him something had happened. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know. "I'm not going to start drinking Jack just yet...maybe after." He grabbed a six pack of Molson from the fridge and sat down. "You know you're scaring me. Did you or Upshall kill someone last night?"

"Not quite," Joff opened a bottle of beer and took a swig. But maybe I should've killed him, he thought.

"This is about him, isn't it?" Mike asked. "You saw Jeff, didn't you?"

Joff nodded at Mike and met his eyes. "Yeah, he was there."

Joff started to talk, his words spilling out the events of last night. He didn't hold anything back; didn't keep any secret; didn't try to protect Mike from the truth.

No, the told Mike everything: How he tried to talk to Jeff and almost got his ass kicked; The way Upshall got them all kicked out of the bar; And the fight with Jeff.
Telling Mike about the fight had been the hardest part, almost painful, because he felt respsonible for what happened. He had let them fight and watched the whole thing from his car. Joff thought Mike was going hit him when he told him how Scottie had pushed Jeff up against the wall, unzipped his pants, grabbed his cock, and...and...

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Richie glared at him. Joff had forgotten how scary Mike looked when he was really pissed about something.

"Mike, you can't. Come on.."

"It would make me feel a hell of a lot better."

"Maybe...but does it really surprise you that much?" Joff asked. "He did the same thing to you."

Mike glared at Joff, “And that’s supposed to make me feel better how?”

“It’s not. It’s just..come one. You know that’s how Upshall is. He’s been like that since he was fifteen. He sure as hell isn’t going to change now.” Joff was quiet for several moments, carefully considering his words. “Listen,” he put a hand on Mike’s shoulder, “I think it might have been what Jeff needed.” Mike didn’t say a word but if looks could kill, Joff would’ve been dead on the spot.

“What? It’s true.”

“Fuck you. It isn’t. Jeff didn’t need that shit and neither did---“

Joff’s cell phone rang and he just ignored it. He knew there was only one person it could be and he had no intention of talking to him when he was in the middle of this with Mike.

“Answer it, Lupes.”

“Wha-?”

“I said fucking answer it.” Mike didn’t say anything else. He just glared at Joff. It was not a look Richie gave to his friends. Joff answered the phone.

“Not a good time.” He said quietly into the phone.

“Where the fuck were you guys? Stephens was not happy.”

“It wasn’t mandy.”

“You’re not fucking him are you? I’m gonna be pissed if you missed because---“

“Fuck you, Scottie. Only you would miss practice because you were getting laid. I was filling him in.” Joff almost jumped when Mike tapped him on the shoulder. “What?”

“Give me the phone.” Mike was still glaring at Joff. If this was an ordinary day, Joff would have told Mike to fuck off but that look told him how serious he was.

“Richie wants to talk to you.” Joff said into the phone and handed it to Mike ignoring Scottie’s protests of “What the fuck does he want?””

“Practice is over, right?”

“Yeah, just got out.”

“Get the fuck over here.” Mike said into the phone, handing it back back to Joff. “Maybe we better get that bottle of Jack after all.”

Joff and Mike sat in silence drinking shots of Jack and waiting for Scottie to get over to Joff's apartment. Joff tried to calm Mike down, telling him Scottie didn't really half of the shit he did. It was true but Mike didn't want to hear it. He just gave Joff the death glare. "Aww come on, Mike. You know it is fucking true." And Mike just glared at him again. Joff was almost relieved when he heard Scottie's knock on the door. Joff cast a nervous glance at Mike and answered the door.

"Hey Scottie, you might want to run now. He is pissed. I think he wants to kick your ass."

Scottie just laughed at Joff. "Him kick my ass? Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" He walked into the condo and saw Mike sitting at the table drinking shots. "Isn't it a bit early for Jack?" Scottie studied for him a few moments, just watching as Mike drank one, two, three shots. Was that concern in his eyes? No, it couldn't be. The only person Joff had ever seen Scottie be concerned about was him - well, besides himself. Scottie waited - JOff could tell he was trying to be patient and wasn't too happy about it. He wondered how long it would take Scottie to confront Mike. Turns out it wasn't long at all.

"Are you going to fucking talk to me or am I supposed to sit here all fucking day and watch you drink?"

Mike took a deep breath and glared at Scottie. "Why Jeff? Couldn't you leave him alone?"

Scottie smirked at Mike. "Why not Jeff? He's hot. He wanted it. Why the fuck not?"

Mike slammed his shot glass down and struggled not to get up, not to punch Scottie in the jaw. "Jeff wouldn't have wanted it." Mike said.

"Oh yeah, he did. You should have heard him moan...telling me not stop." Scottie moved his seat closer to Mike's. He could tell as much as it bothered him, Mike was getting turned on just hearing about it. "Hell, I could have had him, could have fucked him right there in the parking lot if I wanted." Scottie grinned at MIke and Joff knew things were going to get ugly. "You're getting off on this, aren't you? Thinking about me fucking your...whatever Carts is to you."

"Fuck you, ass hole. I'm not a sick motherfucker like you."

"Bet you, your dick is hard right now. Thinking about me and Jeff." Scottie said, his eyes locked on Mike's.

"Fuck you, it's not!"

"Scottie, don’t just…don't.” Joff stood a few feet away just watching them both.

"Why, Scottie? Just tell me why you did it?"

“He wanted it. So I did it. No big deal. Why's it bother you so much anyway, Richie? It's not like you even have a right to say anything – at all. You haven't been with Jeff for weeks..."

'Yeah, because I was stupid enough..."

"Stupid enough to fuck me, right?"

Mike glared at him again. "Shut the fuck up before..."

"Before you kick my ass? Come on, Mike don't make me fucking laugh."

Mike had had enough. Enough of Scottie's attitude, the way he was looking at him, the way he made him feel, the fact that as mad as he was, he still wanted the bastard. What was it about Scottie that did that to him? The worst part was that he still thought about fucking Scottie and worst than that wondering what it'd feel like to be fucked by him. He slammed the shot glass down and reached over the table to grab Scottie's shirt, pulling him closer as he took a swing at him. And totally missed him. What the fuck? Am I really that drunk? Scottie grinned at him but didn't try to fight back and that surprised Mike even more. It just wasn't like Scottie at all. He blinked when he looked at Upshall again. There was almost a softness in his eyes. Clearly he was drunker than he realized. Scottie Upshall was not soft - not even a little bit.

Scottie smirked, got up from the table and stood behind Mike. He placed his hands on his shoulder, massaging Mike's tense muscles. He leaned down, whispering in Mike's ear. "Come on, Mike. We don't need to fight. I didn't do anything Jeff didn't want just like it was with you."

"Fuck you, Scottie. Don't even---" Scottie pulled Mike's head back and kissed him, slow and deep. This kiss just felt different than the others. He had seen Scottie kiss Joff like this but this was the first time he ever kissed him like this. Maybe this was why he didn't fight back, Scottie soft lips brushing up against his mouth, Scottie's tongue tangling with this, Scottie's hand on his face, stroking his cheek. "Come on, Mike. You don't want to fight. We'll figure out this thing with Jeff." He slid his mouth down Mike's neck, kissing and sucking on his skin, not hard and rough like the last time but slow and gentle. And it just felt so fucking good. "Right now," he whispered, "let's go to bed. Me. You. Joff.. It'll do all some good."

Mike glanced over at Joff and saw him watching them, watching and smiling. Scottie stroked Mike's cheek. "Come on, Richie. There's no reason we shouldn't."

"I don’t know. What about…” His thoughts drifted to Jeff, wondering what he was doing right now.

"Don't worry about Jeff. You guys will fix whatever the fuck is wrong and work it out." Scottie grinned at Mike. "And then maybe we'll all get together. I’m still determined to have that orgy.” He looked at Mike and grinned. “But, today it's just us. Well, us and him.” He nodded for Joff to come over.

Joff smiled as he walked up to them. "Come on, Mike. You've been fighting, denying this for way too long." He kissed Mike slow and deep on the mouth. Mike moaned against Joff’s lips as Scottie bit his neck. “Let’s go, Richie. Let’s go to bed.”

“I-I…no. I don’t think.”

“Fine, it’s your loss.” Joff walked away from Mike, not saying another word to him. “Come on, Scottie. We’re not going to force him.”

Scottie pulled away from Mike, licking his neck on last time. “But forcing him might be fun.”

“Scottie! Come on.”

“If you change your mind, Richie, come in." Scottie winked at him. "We’ll leave the door unlocked.”

Not only did they leave the door unlocked, they left it open. It wasn’t open by much, just a crack but Mike could hear ever word. The words weren’t the problem. Mike could also hear every grunt, groan, sigh. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to last long.

Joff was on the bed first, completely naked, his eyes on the door. It amazed Scottie how quickly his best friend could strip in a matter of seconds. He had taught him well. Now Joff was better at it than him. He started to shut the door, distracted by the site of Lupes, all sprawled out on the bed. Even after all these years, after all the people he had been with, all the girls and guys he had fucked, not one had the effect on him that a naked Lupes did. “So fucking hot,” Scottie almost whispered, saying it more to himself than Joff.

“Leave it open, Scottie.” Joff grinned, his hand on his cock, stroking himself slow. “And get the fuck over here already. It’s been way too long.”

"What...since last night?" Scottie started to undress, unable to take his eyes off of Joff but in a matter of seconds he was laughing his ass off. Joff had an amazing talent to turn him on one moment and have him practically peeing himself next next.

“Fuck me, Ups! Please, oh please, oh god yes! Your cock just feels so good. Yeah, harder, Scottie. Just like that. Harder, baby, harder. Oh yeah, baby, that's the spot. Right there.”

Scottie lost it at “baby.” In all the years they had been fuck buddies, he had never called him that. “Joff what fuck…”

Joff held a finger to his lips, whispering. “Come on, play along. A hundred dollars says he’ll be here in less than five minutes.”

“You’re on.” Scottie stripped his clothes and joined Joff in bed . He didn’t touch him just yet and it was killing him.

Joff moaned some more and pushed the bed up against the wall. “Oh yeah, deeper. Fuck!”

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, Lupes. So fucking tight. Too fucking good I think I’m gonna…”

The both looked over at the same time, feeling Mike’s presence at the door. “Baby?” He asked, grinning at them, starting to undress as he walked over to the bed. “You know, I might have believed you two were fucking..but baby?”

Scottie pulled Mike down in the bed. “Lupes is going to make you say it. Just watch.”

Mike started to blush, only watching the two of them in bed at first, but his cock was rock hard. Scottie was already lying down between Joff’s legs. It had to be one of the hottest things he had ever seen. Joff was breathing hard, moaning, and small beads of perspiration made his body almost glisten, Scottie moved his tongue slowly up Joff’s length, pressing hard, before taking the cock head in his mouth. Mike felt his own breath catch in his throat. Did he just stop breathing? There was no way he was just going to watch the two of them. Mike unzipped his pants and tore off his shirt. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Scottie stopped and looked up at Mike, licking a few drops sticky substance from his lips. “Are you just going to watch us Richie or do you want to get laid.”

Mike smirked, moving closer to both men on the bed. “Maybe I’ll fuck you, Scottie.”

“Nah, not today. No one is fucking me. Now you on the other hand…”

“You wish, Ups.”

“Do you want to fuck me --- oh fuck!” Joff moaned so loud it was almost a scream, as Scottie went down on him again, this time taking Joff in deep. Joff met Richie eyes, begging him with a look to fuck him. “Lube. Top of dresser --- oh fuck that feels good.” He moaned loud again, as he felt his cock-head hit the top of Scottie’s throat. He watched Richie, lube up his cock, stroke himself and walk back over to the bed. IT had been entirely too long since they fucked.

Scottie smirked at against Joff’s cock as Mike reached the bed. He moved over so Mike could get fit between Joff’s legs, his mouth staying firmly attached to Joff’s dick. He slid his tongue on the underside of Joff’s cock, slowing down so he wouldn’t come just yet.

“Fuck me, now. Richie. I want—I need.”

Mike entered slowly Joff, still distracted as hell by the vision of Scottie going down on Joff. His breath caught again in his throat as sensations of pleasure hit him hard. He had forgotten how hot, hot tight, god, just how good fucking Joff felt. It had not been all that long, had it? How could he have forgotten? He grabbed Scottie’s shoulder, squeezing it for support, watching Ups moved up and down Joffrey’s cock. Something told him that no one on the team hell no one in the NHL sucked cock like Scottie Upshall.

Joffrey moaned his name, as Mike fucked him deep. He said other things too. How good Scottie’s mouth felt on his cock, how incredible, how big, Mike felt inside him, how nothing, had ever felt this good. There were other words that Joff would never say, they remained in the air, unspoken. They would always be.How much they meant to him, how he loved them both, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. It just wasn’t the way things worked with them. Mike and Scottie both knew how he felt. He didn’t need to say it. The feeling was just there. Joff doubted anyone would ever put it into words. Well, maybe someday, someone might but that would not be happening today.

Instead he would say what they expected him to. “Harder, Mike. Deeper.” He rocked his hips, meeting Mike’s thrusts. “Fuck yeah, just—like---that!” He clenched onto them, one hand squeezing Scottie’s bicep, another hand digging into Mike’s hips, screaming at the top of his lungs as he came.

Mike didn’t know if it was Joff’s screams or watching him explode in Scottie’s mouth that made him lose control. Or maybe it was the way Joff clenched his cock with his muscles. No, it had to be all of it, all at once. He came hard, filling Joff completely, his hips rocking hard, and oh god, when had an orgasm ever lasted this long?

Scottie was the first to curl next to Joff, his hands stroking his stomach, his mouth on his neck, kissing and nipping at him. “That had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You and Richie..fuck. The two of you are definitely hotter than him and Carts.”

“You just don’t like blonds do you?”

“I like blonds. Did you forget about Jordan? He is very blond, natural even.” He grinned at both of them. “Guess I don’t like blondes who wear orange and black.”

Mike smiled at both of them. He was grinning like a madman, still high as hell from the orgasm. “Fuck. Guess that was worth the wait.”

“I told you we would be great together.” Scottie smirked at him. “And just wait…when Carts joins us, next time, it’ll be even better. I'll even make an exception for my blonde Flyer rule.”

Mike’s body was spent and it was not just from the sex. No, he could’ve gone all day. Emotionally he was drained. Hearing about what happened between Scottie and Jeff had hit him hard. Of course, he never would’ve admitted it. Mike never shared that kind of shit with anyone, not even Jeff. He curled against Joff, resting his head on his shoulder as he drifted off to sleep. A little sleep, that’s all he needed right now.

The bed felt so good, so warm, and safe, Mike wasn’t sure if he would ever get out. A hard body pressed up against his back and warm hands wrapped around his waist, just holding him lightly. There was nothing sexual about the touch, just comforting. For a second he forgot where he was and thought it was Jeff. But then, reality came rushing back at him and he realized that would have to be Joff – no Joff was a few feet a way from him, still asleep. Scottie? He glanced back and saw that signature smirk of his.

“About time you’re fucking awake.” Scottie reached his hand down and grabbed Mike’s half-hard cock. “And you’re almost ready to go…again.” Scottie slid his mouth across Mike’s shoulder, sucking and biting down hard. “God, you taste so fucking good, Richie but fucking you is going to be even better.” He reached his leg over Mike, kicking Joffrey in the back. “Wake the fuck up, Lupes.”

Joff opened his eyes and smiled lazily at Scottie. “What?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Come on…or we’re going to start without you.”

“Scottie, will you let me open my fucking eyes before you start.”

“Fine, I’ll get started without you.” Scottie grinned at him, knowing that if Joff just watched him for a few minutes with Mike, it would be more than enough to get him going. He ripping the blanket off of Mike, his eyes were locked on Joff’s teasing him. He pinned Mike on the bed, licking his lips as he climbed on top of him. How long had been waiting to do this? How long had he wanted to fuck Richards? Practically since he was traded from the Predators.

Scottie wrapped his hand around Mike’s cock, stroking him long and slow. He didn’t want to go to fast. No, it would be awhile before Scottie would let the future Captain come. He kissed him hard on the mouth, his teeth gnashing against Mike’s, forcing his tongue through his lips,, and tangling with Mike’s. Mike was moaning in his mouth now, telling him how much he wanted him, needed him. At that moment nothing could have made Scottie happier, well unless he was fucking Mike already.

He glanced over at Joff. His best friend's eyes were locked on them and he was licking lips. Scottie grinned when he saw the almost predatory gaze in his eyes. Joff was becoming more and more like him every day. I guess, he thought, I should feel guilty about that. But, he didn't. If anything that revelation only made Scottie love Joff more.

Scottie's mouth moved slowly down Mike's body, sucking and biting hard on his skin. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking teasing him before he bit him. Mike surprised him by grabbing his shoulders, digging his fingers into his muscles, and drawing blood. Fuck, I'm not going to be able hold back too much longer. And he wanted to. He wanted to have Mike begging for his dick. At this rate, he'd be begging Mike to fuck him.

"Just do it," Mike said, quietly.

"Do what?" Scottie asked, feigning innocence.

"You know."

"No," Scottie smirked at him, still stroking his cock. "I don't."

Mike pulled Scottie's hair, pulled his face to him, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Scottie could taste the hunger, the need, in Mike's kiss and it made his cock throb. Mike fingers dug into his hips, pulling Scottie hard against him, and grinding hard. "Fuck me now, Upshall."

Scottie smirked at Mike and glanced over at Joff. He had his hand on his cock and was stroking himself slow and hard. Just watching Lupes touch himself was turning Scottie on even more. Maybe a little bit too much. He had to look away, afraid he would come before he even fucked Mike. Scottie grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted it on his cock, watching Mike as he stroked himself a few times. He could just see the impatience in Mike's eyes.

"Will you just---?"

Scottie didn't say a word and slipped two fingers inside Mike. He had a feeling it had been awhile since anyone had fucked him. "You like this don't you? You say you don't but you love being fucked. By my cock, hell even my fingers."

"Fuck--oh fuck---damn.---just...shut up." Mike's sentence ended in a loud moan and he ground against Scottie's fingers.

"Say it and maybe I will." Scottie grinned at him.

"What?" Mike couldn't believe Scottie was talking to him right now.

"Say it. Baby. I told you we were going to make you."

"Fuck you."

"Okay, guess I've tortured you enough. I'll give you what you want." Scottie stroked Richie's face posessively. "Give you want I want." He slammed his cock hard into Mike's ass, not holding back at all. Scottie very rarely held back, not with anyone. The only person had been Joff, the first time after his injury. Mike felt increidlbe inside - so hot, so wet, and oh so tight. He leaned down, kissing Mike roughly on the lips, his teeth scraping on Richie's lips, tasting blood. Oh fuck, why did the taste of blood turn him on so much. He glanced over to where Joff had been sitting, wanting to tell him to join them but Joff was...gone.

Joff watched them for a few minutes but that was all it took. The two of them together were just too fucking hot. Scottie may have told Mike no one wsa going tot fuck him but he was wrong. Scottie was going tot get fucked tonight. Only it wouldn't be Richie doing the fucking. It would be him.

Scottie tensed when he felt Joff come up behind him but only for a moment. Joff's mouth on his back, shoulders felt incredible. Oh god, how could a kiss, a bite feel so good. "I'm going to fuck you now, Ups. He hadn't intended on getting fucked tonight but since it was Joff. When had he ever been able to tell him no. "Please..."

Scottie was pounding into Mike, his hand wrapped around Mike's cock, stroking him hard, when he felt Joff enter him slowly. Joff's hands were wrapped around his waist, grabbing, stroking his sides. "Fuck Scottie, you feel so damn good. I'm not going to..."

Joff pounded hard into Scottie, his fingers scraped up and down his chest, scratching him, his mouth was biting his neck, biting hard and sucking. Ups was sure to have one hell of a bruise there tomorrow. He wonder what he would tell the guys. He whispered into Scottie's ear, telling him how how tight, how hot he was. Joff looked down, his mouth still on Scottie's neck, watching Scottie fucking Mike, pounding into him harder with each thrust. He felt his best friend come, with one final thrust, exploding into Mike. Watching this, feeling this, was more than Joff could take. He stopped holding back, let go, came hard, and filled Scottie.

This had to be the most erotic thing Mike had ever seen, ever done and he had no idea why. All the times with Jeff and Joff just didn't compare to this. The sex wasn't particulary kinky. There were no ropes, no pain, but being with them like this was just so incredilby hot. As Scottie pounded into him, Mike could feel Joffrey fucking him, and it felt incredible. He bit down hard on his lip, screamed Scottie's name and came hard, exploding into Scottie's hand.

The three men collapsed onto the bed almost at the same time. Scottie and Joff laid down on the outside with Mike in the middle. Both of them slipping an arm around Mike's waist posessiviely, just holding him, smoothing their hands across his body. Joff kissed Mike's cheek and looked over at Scottie who had a huge grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?"

"Shut up."

"Okay, I'll give you a break. But, you know I'm gonna give you a hard time tomorrow."

Scottie grinned at him. "Hell yeah, I know." He looked down at Mike who looked like he was already asleep and kissed him softly on his lips. "You know it's going to be okay. You and Carts. We'll work it out. Well all work out."

Mike nodded at him. "I don't want to talk about it now. Just want, just need sleep."

"Yeah, guess you do."

The three of them laid together. Joff and Scottie nuzzled against Mike. Joff looked at them both and realized he couldn't remember the last time any of them ahd been this happy. It wasn't perfect but things were coming together. Soon Jeff and Mike would talk. They would fix things. And all would be right with their world.

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yes, more hockey pr0n

2008-11-11T00:38:30Z

Title: Irreplaceable
Characters/Pairings: Joffrey Lupul/Steve Eminger - implied Scottie/Joff and Scottie/Joff/Steve
Summary: Set after the Tampa & Flyers game on Nov 8th, the day after Steve was traded to Tampa.
Notes: Unbeta'd - Oh. My. God. Did I write a fic with Joffrey Lupul where he doesn't fuck Scottie Upshall. I must be slipping
Also, I am writing the next chapter of POLY - about half-way through it. I just had to get his fic out of my brain so I wouldn't emo anymore about Steve leaving :-(
Disclaimer: This is fiction - 100% made up. I can only wish it happened

Steve opened the bottle of Jack Daniels and poured himself a shot. This year was supposed to be different. The trade to Philly was supposed to give him a second chance. He was supposed to prove Washington wrong. Now, it was looking like benching him had been the right thing to do. He really did suck. He poured another shot, swallowing it in one gulp. The only thing he wanted to do tonight was drink enough to make him forget or at least not care.

"Steve? You home?" Joff knocked on the door.

"Yeah, I'm here." Steve said, walking to the door. Home. He would be moving for the second time since June. "Hey, Joff." Steve forced a smile and opened the door. "Come in." One of the things that sucked most about getting traded would be "losing" Joff. Not that Joffrey was ever really his to begin with but he would miss the fun they had - a lot. And whatever it was between them, Steve knew it was more than sex.

Joff sat down on the sofa. "Hey, I'm real fucking sorry. But you played good. You guys won." He grinned at Steve. “Scottie was a little pissed that you tripped him twice.”

"Had to,” Steve said. “Only way I could stop him. I'd rather win wearing orange and black. Fuck. I really don't want to move to Tampa. I was just getting used to Philly. I like living here an Old City, near you guys."

"I know. It sucks. I've been through it." Joff slipped his hand on Steve's knee and grinned at him. "Hell, if my name was Steve, I'd probably be going to Tampa too. Stephens isn't too happy with me right now. Fourth fucking line."

"That won't last long, Joff. You’ll turn thing around. They need you to score. At least you don't have to pack up your shit right now."

"True," he said giving Steve the look. Joff could make Steve hard, just by looking at him like that. It was that look he gave him right before they fucked, every single time. "I'm going to miss you."

Steve grinned at him. "Bull shit. You're just going to miss fucking me. I'm sure Scottie---"

Joff slipped his hand into Steve's hair, pulled it, and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Fuck Scottie. I'm going to miss you."

Steve moaned, as Joff moved his mouth along his jawline and kissed his neck. Joff always knew just where and how to touch him to turn him on. He had at least a hundred things to do before his plane left for Tampa. He really didn't have time for this, for sex, but after everything that had happened this week, he didn't fucking care. Steve needed this. Joff unzipped his jeans and wrapped his hands around his cock. Steve almost laughed. He could feel Joffrey smirking against his.

"Same old Steve," Joff whispered. "So fucking easy." Joff stroked him with slow, almost languid strokes.

"Like you have any room to talk." Steve pulled Joff’s head back and kissed him roughly on the mouth. He loved the way Joff moaned when he scraped his teeth against his lower lip. God, he was going to miss this, miss him.

"Fuck me, Steve. I want to feel you, feel you inside me." Joff whispered in his ear.

This surprised Steve. Usually Joff topped when it was just them. He grinned evilly at Joff as he started to unzip his jeans. "You sure? You don't usually..."

"I'm sure," Joff said, slipping up his pants and watching Steve undress. "Hell, if I'd known you were going to get traded, I'd have let you fuck me more."

"Tampa's not that far away." Steve grinned at him and sat down on the sofa, and slipped off his jeans. Every time he saw Joffrey's naked body, it amazed him. He was just too fucking hot. "And we play each other three more times."

"True," Joff said, sliding off his shirt. He straddled Steve and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Off season. Your ass better be at my cabin in Alberta."

"I'll think about it," Steve slid his hands down Joff's body, tracing every muscle from his shoulder to ass. Joff trembled slightly.

"Grab the lube, it's in the drawer - table behind you."

Joff grinned at him and grinded against his rock-hard cock. "Anxious, aren't we?"

"Fucking tease."

"No, I'm not. I'm going to let you fuck me." He kissed Joff hard on the neck, biting and sucking on his skin for a few moments. "I want you to fuck me."

"You better not be teasing me." Steve watched him squirt some lube on his cock.

"I'm not." Joff said as he spread the lube on Steve's cock. He stroked Steve for a few moments, teasing him with each touch. "Mmm...I can hardly wait." He met Steve's eyes. "Don't hold back. Fuck me deep. You know I can take it."

Steve whimpered, thrusting into Joff's hand, and groaning when Joff stopped. "Bastard, you know, you've been hanging around Ups, entirely too long." Steve felt like he was going to explode. His cock was throbbing and having Joff's naked body touching hm was torture. If Joff teased him any longer, he was going to just take him.

"Yeah, maybe." Joff licked his lips, stared into his eyes and lowered himself onto Steve's cock. Did Steve hear Joff's breath catch in his throat? "Oh yeah, fuck yeah." He dropped his head back as he impaled himself slowly on Steve's cock, pushing him in deeper.

Steve grabbed Joff's hips and fucked him slowly, moving in rhythm to Joff's movements. He grabbed his hips, digging his fingers hard into is flesh, hard, pushing his cock up into him deeper. "Oh fuck, oh God, so fucking tight." Steve wrapped his hand around Joff's cock, looked up at Joff just watching him. And so fucking hot. He closed eyes, afraid if he didn't, that he would come right then and he wasn't ready for this to end just yet.

Steve wasn't ready for this, whatever it was, to end. And yet, tomorrow he'd be waking up in Tampa. Fuck, don't think about that now. Want it to be good, don't know when... Steve blocked everything from his mind, focusing on every sensation, ever scent, every sound. He thought about the soft noises he made with each thrust, the way his fingers were digging into his shoulders, hurting him, not too much but just enough and oh God, the way his muscles held his cock so tight. Oh fuck, Steve thought, not going to last much longer. Joff just felt, looked, and tasted too good. "Oh fuck, I'm going to..." Steve started to tremble as the orgasm rocked his body, He gave one final thrust and filled Joff with his seed. He was so lost in the pleasure that he barely noticed when Joff came.

Joff kissed him hard on the mouth, as they both came down from the orgasm, his fingers entangled in his hair, pulling it just a little. “I’m going to miss you, Ems.”

“Sure,” Steve said grinning at him, “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys who get traded or sent down.”

“Fuck you, I don’t.” Joff pushed him playfully and sat down beside him. “Really, Steve. I am. And even though he’ll never admit it, Scottie will too.”

“I know.”

Joff ran his fingers down Steve’s chest, teasing him. “I mean it, next off-season I want you to come up to Alberta. We’ll have lots of fun.” He grinned mischievously at Steve. “I promise.”

“I’m there,” Steve said, thinking about all the fun they could have. “I hope I’m wrong but off-season might be early for both of us…if our teams keep playing like they are.”

“True, hell I might be playing somewhere else by March. If we don’t get better, Holmgren might trade the whole team away.”

“Nah, you’ll get better.”

“So will you,” Joff looked up at Steve and moved his hand between his thigh. “How much time you got till your plane leaves?”

“Enough,” Steve moaned as Joff curled his fingers around his cock.

“Good,” Joff whispered as he pushed Steve down. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you deep. Fuck you hard. One last time before you leave.”

Fuck, Steve thought, as he watched Joff put lube on his cock and stroke himself. I’m really going to miss this place. Even if everything went well in Tampa, even if he loved all his teammates and they won the Cup, things like this, like him, just couldn’t be replaced.

life, hockey, & pr0n

2008-09-29T22:04:34Z

I'm really behind in writing my hockey pr0n although I did manage to finish a chapter of Nothing Ever Changes. The only problem is that it's not the next chronological chapter, which would be 2. It is chapter 3. The plot bunny bit me and I couldn't resist writing it first In this chapter, Brooks Laich (from the Caps - yeah, I can't believe I'm writing him into it either) comes to visit Steve and... Since it is a work-in-progress, I'm not going to post it here but you can read it here on google-docs (it's a public doc, anyone can read it). Beware, that chapter contains mild BDSM and questionable consent. I need to write another chapter of Polyamorous, In A Boys Dream, Nothing Ever Changes, and then there's the Flyers crackish fic...and oh yeah, Boston Bruins & Flyers crossover. Damn, plot bunnies. I intended on doing some writing on Sunday but got really distracted.

I got my tickets today for the Caps/Flyers game in DC on Friday and I'm SOOOOOO excited. This will be my first game. Ever. Thanks again to korichan_212 for the tickets. ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm also going to another Flyers practice tomorrow. I went last Saturday but since there was a game only a few of the prospects were there and only one player that will make the team - Claude Giroux. I did love watching him practice. He's going to be a great addition to the team this year and has a shot of being rookie of the year. I doubt he'll win it because he's a Flyer :-) I still need to upload those pics to Flickr.

Things are looking up for my son. He starts 1/2 days at the Vocational Training School tomorrow. I still have another meeting on Thursday but after this week , it should be finished.

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New hockey fic

2008-09-17T06:37:51Z

Because I'm insane I started a new fic. And it's going to be multipart. Don't ask me where the pairing came from... I actually came up with pairing Steve Eminger with Scottie Upshall because they drove away from the Flyers unofficial training camp together. And then I found out ~~from a little bird~~ that Emmers, Scottie, and Lupes were in the World Juniors together... So naturally this fic turns into a threesome. Yes, that is the way my works. The first chapter is mostly Joff & Emmers. WTF?

Title: Still the Same
Part: 1/? ~~I refuse to call them chapters~~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is unbeta'd. Consider it a work in progress.
Characters/Pairings: Scottie Upshall, Joffrey Lupul, and Steve Eminger
Summary: Steve Eminger finds out that nothing has really changed in 5 years
Notes: Thank you to the person (he who shall not be named) that gave me info on the 2003 World Juniors Canadian team roster.

EDIT: To correct another name I effed up. Thanks, Korichan! I must have something WRONG with my brain when it comes to names. The bad thing is that I even looked up the Caps goalie for last year AND still put the wrong name in the fic. WTF me? I don't think Pens or Caps fans would be too happy. But, it's fixed now.

Everything had changed so much since the last time they were all together but at the same time, nothing really had. Back then, they had just started in the NHL and were living their dream.. The future couldn’t have looked brighter. Sure, they all had had their struggles for the first few years but didn’t everyone? Well, everyone that is, except Sid the kid.

Somewhere along the line things went terribly wrong for him in Washington and he never really had a chance to prove himself. Steve knew he could be good. It hadn't been easy with the changes in coaches and so much of the focus on offense. Sure, they had Ovie, Semin, Backstrom, and Huet but it hadn’t been enough. Hell, if they didn’t pull off that winning streak at the end of the season, they never would’ve made the playoffs.

This was one of the reasons Steve was ecstatic when his agent told him he was getting traded to the Flyers. This was his second chance, a new start. He wouldn’t be sitting on the bench any more in D.C. Even better was that he would be playing with some of his buddies again. Scottie, Joff, and Mike. Emmers was going to miss the hell out of Green and Brooksy. A part of him couldn't believe they wouldn't be playing together anymore. But, Steve knew that he would love playing for the Flyers. Holmgren was giving him a second chance. And he had a feeling hanging out with Scottie, Lupes, Richie, and Carts was going to almost as much fun as playing hockey.

Today’s practice had gone well. They had their first scrimmage and it felt great to get back out on the ice. Things could not be going better. A huge grin formed on his face as he waited in the locker room for Scottie. It dawned on him how quick things changed in the NHL. Last year, he had spent the season on the bench and this year he’d probably be playing ever game. His life just couldn't get any better, could it?

“Hey, Steve. You ready?” Scottie sat down next to him on the bench. “Hey what are you grinning about?”

“Nothing, really. I'm just happy to be here. It going to be great playing with you, Lupes, and Richie again.”

“Yeah, we’re glad you’re here too,” Scottie said, smiling seductively at him. “Hey, I was going to head over to Joff’s after tonight. Cheer his sorry ass up. He really wanted to get on the ice today. You want to come? I know he’d love to see ya.”

Steve looked up at him, wondering just what Scottie was up to. “Sure, I’m in no hurry to get home.”

“Cool, it will be just like old times.” Scottie winked at him.

“Damn, you haven’t changed at all since the World Juniors, Scottie.” Steve thought about a few of the nights he spent with those two back then and wondered if anything had changed. He really should not be thinking about shit like that this early in the pre-season.

“Why would I? I’m having way too much fun.”

▪ ▪ ▪

Steve stood outside Joff’s condo, laughing at Scottie as he banged on the door. “What the hell are you doing in there? Open the fucking door!”

“Just a fucking minute, wait till I get done this lev---oh fuck. Now, look what you made me do, asshole.” Joff opened the front door, glared at Scottie, and grinned at Steve. “Hey, Steve, come in. Him---I’m not so sure about.”

“Fuck you, Joff. Maybe I should leave and take dinner with me.” Scottie said, teasing him and turning away.

“Come on, Scottie. You know I’m just fucking with you.” Joff hooked his fingers inside the back of Scottie’s pants, pulling him in the door and against his body. “You better not leave,” Joff whispered into Scottie’s ear. “ I’ve been bored out of my fucking mind.” His mouth moved down Scottie’s neck, kissing him as he watched Steve.

“Damn I think you two have gotten worst.” Steve said, watching them and trying not to get too turned on. And it was not working - at all. They were just too fucking hot together.

Scottie pressed his ass against Joff’s cock and moaned loudly. “Fuck me harder, Joff. Yeah, just like that.” He stared at Steve for a few seconds before both he and Joff busted up laughing.

“Can we fucking eat, already?”Steve asked, trying not to look at them.

“Damn, he’s not even blushing, Joff. If it was Richie, he’d be hiding in the closet by now.”

Joff walked away from Scottie and sat down with Steve at the table. “If I remember right, Steve is nothing like Mike.”

“I wish I was in some ways. Hell, Mike’s had a way better year than me.” Steve said, looking up at Scottie as he sat down and handed them each a bottle of beer.

“That might be true, Steve but you’re talented in many ways that Mike isn’t.” Scottie said, suggestively.

Steve started to choke on his beer. “What?” He didn’t even think Mike was into guys. He hadn’t been when they played together on the Rangers.

Joffrey slid his chair over next to Steve’s and smirked at him. “I seem to remember,” Joff said, sliding his hand slowly up Steve’s leg, “you being skilled in many other areas.” Joff stroked his dick lightly through his pants and Steve had to bite his lip to stifle a moan.

“Oh fuck…” He closed his eyes for several moment, enjoying the sensation of Joff’s hand on his cock way too much. Steve opened his eyes and looked across the table at Scottie. The bastard was grinning and looking at him like he was going to devour him.

“What’s the matter, Steve?” Joffrey whispered into his ear, kissing and licking his neck. He started to stroke him harder.

“Oh god…you two.” He stared at Scottie, who was still watching them. “What the fuck did you do to him, Scottie? He’s acting like you now.”

“Don’t you like it?” Joff asked, him.

“I never said…”

“Good,” Joff crushed his mouth with a mind-blowing kiss, forcing his tongue through Steve’s lips.

“Come on, you two. Let’s go in the bedroom. I want to have fun too. You’re the new guy now, we have to give you a proper welcome.”

“Wait---what?”

“You know you want to, Steve. Come on, it will be just like old times.”

Joffrey slipped his hand under Steve’s shirt, caressing his smooth, hard muscles. His mouth moved down to his shoulder and he bit him hard through his shirt. Steve moaned out loud. God, he had forgotten just how good being with them felt.

Scottie stood behind Steve’s chair, lifted his chin up, and kissed him roughly on the mouth. “Come on, Emmers, you know you want to.”

“He’s does.” Joff said squeezing his rock-hard dick.

“You don’t have to persuade me, guys. You had me at ‘let’s go.’”

“See, I knew he’d want to. I told you, Scottie.”

“You told him? Wait a minute, did you guys plan this shit? It’s okay if you did…”

“Not really. Well, Scottie didn’t.” Joff admitted, grinning at him. “I planned on getting you into bed with us the minute Scottie told me you were coming over.

“Damn, Scottie.” Steve said, getting up. “You really have corrupted him.”

“Nah, he had it in him the whole time.Why do you think we get along so well?"

He started to follow Joff into the bedroom but noticed Scottie wasn’t coming. “Hey, Scottie. What the hell are you doing still sitting there?”

“You guys get started. I want to run back to my place and get a few things.” Scottie said, winking at Joff.

“Hurry the hell up, pervert. Don’t think I’m going to wait.”

“Pervert? What is he---”

“Never mind,” Joff said, pulling him into the bedroom. “Come on, Steve. Don’t worry about him. Your ass is mind now, Steve.”

No, Steve thought as he was being pulled into the Joff’s room. Nothing had changed much at all in five years. Well, except for the fact that back then it had been Scottie pulling him into bed and Joff had been the one who walked in on them. In a matter of minutes after watching them fuck, Joff had joined them. And it had been the best sex he had ever had.

Joff pushed him against the wall and started stripping off Steve’s clothes as he kissed him hungrily on the mouth. His hands slipped under his shirt, nearly ripping it as he pulled it up over his head. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Steve. Back then, I never had the chance. It was always Scottie.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Joff. Fuck, I wanted you too.” Steve said; his voice was raw with desire. He slipped his hands behind Joff’s neck and kissed him softly on the lips. He moaned as he felt Joffrey’s hands unzip his jeans and pull them down. “We should go to---oh fuck that feels good…”

Joff was on his knees in front of him and his tongue was on his cock. Licking, kissing, and stroking him. He leaned against the wall for support, sure if he didn’t that his legs would collapse at any moment. Joff looked up and grinned mischievously at him. “We should go…where Steve? Should I stop?”

“Fuck no, please. Don’t. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Joff licked his the head of his cock, twirling his tongue along the edge. He placed his hands on Joff’s head, running his fingers through his short hair. He moaned loudly as Joff took him in, inch by inch, into his mouth.

“Oh god, feels so fucking good.”

Joff stopped, looked up at him and licked his lips. “Emmers, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait till Scottie gets back. Then the real fun begins”

Steve tried not think of what that meant, as Joff went down on him again. Sex with Upshall had always been an adventure and he had left to get... What was it? Shit. Toys. Never mind, he told himself, it didn’t matter right now, not when he felt this good. He slipped his hands on Joff’s head, pushing and guiding him as he thrusted into his mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m going to…” He let go of Joff’s head, not knowing if it was okay for him to come inside his mouth. Joff didn’t move, he took him in deeper. He screamed Joff’s name as he came, shooting his white cum into his throat.

“Oh fuck, that was...” Steve muttered, almost unable to speak and collapsing on the floor.

“Incredible, huh?” Joff leaned down and kissed him hard. Steve could still taste traces of his cum on Joff’s tongue and it turned him on.

“Hell, yeah.” Steve said, pulling away to catch his breath.

Joff smirked at him, stood up, and held out his hand. “Come on, Steve. My turn.”

Steve looked up at him and grinned, his eyes glazed over and coming down from the orgasm. “I can hardly fucking wait.”

He leaned against the and watched as Joff walked over to the bed and stripped off his clothes. He had forgotten just how incredible Joff looked without his clothes. forget that oh so perfect ass? Joff must have Steve staring because he turned around and met his eyes.

“Come on already, before I have to take you by force.” Joff said, laying down on the bed.

Steve took a deep breath and walked slowly over to the bed. I must be fucking insane, he thought. His head was still spinning from the orgasm and yet he getting hard again just thinking about what Joff’s *ock would feel like inside him. He walked towards Joff, watching him, as he crawled to the edge of the bed. "Oh fuck," he whispered, noticing a predatory glint in Joff's eyes. Steve had a feeling he was in trouble.

The moment he reached the bed, Joff pulled Steve down. He tumbled onto the bed landing on top of Joff with a loud thump. Steve looked down at Joff and smiled. This was almost like old times except it had always been Scottie on top of him. Joff had either watched or sucked his cock.

"Don't think so, Emmers." Joff said, grabbing Steve's hips and rolling over on top of him. "I'm going to top" He held Steve's wrists flat against the bed as he attacked his neck. Steve moaned loudly as Joff kissed, bit, and suck his neck.

"Let go of my wrists, Joff." Emmers protested, struggling aginast Joffrey's grip. "You're fucking hurting me."

"Shhh," Joff whispered into Steve's ear. "I won't really hurt you, Steve." Joff's voice became soft, comforting. "A little bit of pain be fun." Joff bit down hard on his neck, stopping just short of breaking his skin.

"Fuck," Steve hissed at him. But his dick grew harder and his back arched.

Joff chuckled in Steve's ear. "See, told you."

"What the fuck, Joff? When did you get into this freaky shit?"

"There's nothing freaky about pleasure, Steve." Joff moved his mouth slowly down Steve's body, licking and sucking his chest. His mouth moved down to his ribs and he bit down hard as he grabbed Steve's cock. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, teasing Steve.

"Fuck no, please don't."

"Say it, Steve. Tell me to hurt you." Joff''s hand froze, not moving on Steve's dick.

"You know you're just as much a bastard as him."

"Never, and you know it." Joff started to pump Steve's cock slowly.

"Oh God, please fucking hurt me."

Joff smiled cruelyl and slid his mouth to Steven's thighs. He bit down hard, as he stroked his cock and watched Steve as he writhed on the bed. "You're almost ready." He said, grinning and grabbing the lube from the nightstand. He put a small amount on his dick.

"Almost? Are you insane? I'm ready. Fuck me, fuck me, now." Steve begged as he clutched Joffrey's hips, trying to grind against him.

Joff pushed Steve's knees up and entered him fast and hard. Steve moaned as Joff's filled him completely. "Don't hold back. I want it hard."

"You sure?" Joff fucked him slowly, watching the expression on Steve's face change with each thrust.

"Yeah," Steve met Joff's eyes. "I'm sure."

Joff grinned at him. "Good." He drove his cock into Steve's ass, going deeper with each stroke.

Joff felt so good inside of him, fucking him, his dick hitting his prostrate.Steve thought he was going to come without his cock even be touched but he didn't want the pleasure to end. "Deeper, Joff. Fuck me harder." Joff dug his fingers deeper into Steve's flesh and pounded into him. He was so lost in the moment, is sheer and total ecstacy, that he almost didn't hear it: The sound of a door opening. He looked up and saw Scottie watching them, his eyes wide with interest. Steve watched as Scottie kicked off his shoes and then tore off his pants and shirt.

"Told you we weren't going to wait." Joff said, pausing and turning around to look at Scottie.

"It's okay. I enjoyed the show, boys." Scottie sat down on the bed and kissed Steve softly on the lips. "Just like old time, huh Emmers?"

"Not quite."

"Yeah, I've trained him well, haven't I?"

"Fuck you, Ups." Joff said under his breath.

Scottie ignored him. He wrapped his hands around Steve's cock and kissed him hard on the mouth. Steve hissed as Scottie's fingers got tangled in his long hair. "Just wait, Steve,I'm going to make you scream."

And that was when the panic hit him. The look in Scottie's eyes when he said that was nothing short of dangerous, almost predatory. As he felt Joff's final thrust and felt the warm, hot cum, hit his ass, Steve knew he was in trouble. He screamed both of their names, the moment that Scottie bit down on his flesh, just beneath his ribs. Waves of pleasure rocked his body hard, his cock spasmed, and he came hard into Scottie's hand.

Joff rolled over and rested his head on Steve's shoulder. Scottie picked up the bag and place a few items that Steve just couldn't see onto the bed. "Now," Scottie said, grinning at both of them,"the real fun begins."

In A Boys Dream - chapter 3 FINALLY

2008-09-17T06:09:55Z

I finally got around to continuing this story. I need to post it at 2mins4slashing tomorrow but thought I'd post it here tonight. Or is it tomorrow already. This is the Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul fic set when they were both 19. It is my first venture into some het in a VERY long time (original female character) who is VERY loosely based on Belle from The Diary of a Call Girl. Don't worry, there is plenty of slash in this chapter. It is a M/F/M threesome. The next chapter things get really kinky.

Title: In a Boys Dream
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Het & slash
Disclaimer: This is 100% made up. Never happened. ~~At least not that I know of.~~
Summary: Joff finally gets his birthday present!
Notes: Beta read by the lovely and talented savvyfan .
Chapters 1 & 2 can be found on 2mins4slashing .

Joffrey thought that Scottie was enjoying tormenting him just a little bit too much. First, he took forever to get ready for dinner. It never took him this long back in Alberta. Scottie had been in the bathroom for two hours. Two hours? What the hell was he doing in there anyway? Finally, just as Joff was starting to drift off to sleep, he heard the bathroom door open. Scottie came out and grinned at him. “Come on, Joff. Get your hot ass ready to go.”

They made it to the restaurant about an hour later and Scottie proceeded to order a seven-course meal. Joff was furious. Couldn’t he just get a steak, a salad, and few beers? Just when Joff thought Scottie was finally done eating, the bastard proceeded to order coffee and dessert. He wanted to choke him right then and there.

To make matters worse, Scottie reminded him every fifteen minutes how much he was going enjoy his birthday present *wink, wink* oh so much. But Scottie didn't stop there. No, he didn’t stop touching Joff from the time they walked into the restaurant. At the table, his hand moved up Joff’s leg, stopping only inches away from his cock. Joff cursed each time he spilled his drink because he was just too distracted to even drink a beer.

By the time they left the restaurant, Joff felt like he was going to burst. His hard-on was straining against his pants and it was annoying the hell out of him. Scottie laughed as more than a few people they passed either giggled or glared at Joff when they noticed the very obvious bulge in his pants.

“I hope you know, I’m so going to kick your ass for this.”

“Like you could,” Scottie said, grinning. “Besides, once you see your present…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I’ll get on my hands and knees to thank you.”

“Mmm… I think I’ll enjoy that. What else are you going to do while you’re down on your knees?”

“You fucking wish,” Joff said, licking his lips, teasing.

Scottie stopped in the middle of the sidewalk in front of an upscale apartment building and smiled. “We’re here. Your wait is almost over.”

“What? My present is in that building?” Joffrey asked. “ I think you’re full of shit.”

“We’ll see who’s full of shit in fifteen minutes.”

They walked into the elegant lobby and Scottie headed for an intercom system. Joff could tell Scottie had been here before, and not just once or twice. What the hell was this place?

Scottie pressed the buzzer for number 1069 and spoke into the intercom. “Hi, it’s Scottie. I have an appointment with…”

“Sabine? That’s me,” A sexy female voice answered. Every word, every syllable she spoke was dripping with sex. “Come on up, boys.”

Joffrey grinned at Scottie. “That’s not. You didn’t. Is she what I think she is?”

“I’m not saying anything.” Scottie said, beaming. He pulled Joff through the door and into the elevator.

Joff didn’t say a word as Scottie pushed him against the wall and crushed his mouth with a hungry, needy, kiss. Scottie pulled Joff’s head back and whispered into his ear. “We are going to have so much fun.”

“So is it true? That voice, that woman, is she…”

“Shhhh,” Scottie said, putting a finger to his lips. “You just have to wait.” He stroked Joff’s cock roughly through his pants and bit him softly on the neck.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop.” Joffrey trembled slightly and his back arched sharply against the wall.

Scottie pulled away slowly as he felt the elevator slow down. “Sorry, Joff. You’ll just have to wait.”

“Fucking bastard. I swear you’re being such a fucking tease today.”

“And you fucking love it.”The doors opened and Scottie pulled Joff out and down the hall. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

Scottie rang the doorbell. “What’s the matter, Joff? You look kind of nervous.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m pissed at you,” Joffrey lied.

Joff froze when he heard the door creak open. His eyes darted to a small opening and the sight of a woman’s slender and very bare leg.

“Come on in, boys.” It was the sultry voice he heard through the intercom. He stood staring at the door, unable to move, speak, or think a coherent thought.

“Come on, Joff. “ Scottie dragged him through the door by his shirt.

Joffrey leaned against the wall, his eyes moving slowly up and down the woman’s body, drinking in every inch. He was almost unable to breathe as she approached. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was perfect, every single part of her: Smooth, slender, legs; long, dark brown hair; flawless skin; incredible tits; a perfect round ass; stunning blue eyes. She was dressed in a red silk robe that hugged every curve.

“You must be Joff, the birthday boy?” She asked, drawing out the words. Oh, how Joff loved hearing her speak. It was soft, sensuous, and with a slight accent. Was it French, or something else? The woman smiled seductively as she looked him over.

He smiled nervously and willed himself to relax. “Yes, that's me, and he’s,” he said nodding in Scottie’s direction, “Scottie.”

“So you’re Scottie. Are all the stories Jade tells me true?”

“Every last one,” Scottie said, closing in behind her.

“I’ll just bet they are,” she said, turning to him. “You can stop now.” She met his eyes. “You need to slow down, Scottie. Tonight, I’m in charge.” She turned back towards Joff and caressed his cheek tenderly. “Come on, you two, let’s get to bed.”

Joff looked at her ass as she walked away. He glanced at Scottie, who looked as though he was ready to pounce on her. Scottie had been right. This was the best fucking “present” he had ever received. This was the thing dreams were made of, well, at least wet dreams. “Hey,” he called after her. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” she asked, extending her arm. “You can call me Sabine.”

Joffrey took her hand and let her lead him into the bedroom. He glanced back at Scottie, who couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “What are you grinning about?”

“You. Her. The look on your face…”

Sabine let go of Joffrey’s hand and slipped off her robe the moment they walked through the bedroom door. The sight of her in black fishnet stockings, a garter, black lacy bra and panties nearly rendered him speechless once again. “Oh shit,” he whispered. She honestly looked like something from a wet dream.

She smiled provocatively and approached him. Scottie watched as Sabine took Joff’s hand and placed it on her ass as she leaned into him. “Since you’re the birthday boy, you have to tell me what you want. Should I dress up like a school girl, a dominatrix, a nurse, a policewoman? Or are your tastes more vanilla?”

“I- I- I love how you are, but…” He glanced over at Scottie, who was watching with a huge smile on his face. “There are a few things I’d love to try.”

“Good,” she said, stroking his cock lightly. “I thought I was going t have to drag it out of you. This is your fantasy, Joff. You have to tell me everything you want to do, to try tonight.”

Joff tried to concentrate but Sabine’s touches were driving him mad. “I want to watch first. You and Scottie.”

“Oh, so you like to watch?” Sabine asked, her mouth curving into a seductive smile.

“Yeah,” Joff answered, his cheeks turning red.

“It’s okay, Joffrey. I get many requests for that. Voyeurism is a popular kink.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” she said, smiling softly. “Tell me what else you want to do.”

“What else?” Joffrey had a feeling he was going to have the night of his life. “Well…”

“What is it?” she asked, trying to encourage him.

Joffrey leaned down and whispered a few sentences into her ear as he glanced over at Scottie. A part of him felt guilty for asking, but he was certain once they got started Scottie wouldn’t object. Hell, Upshall seemed willing to try almost anything.

“Tony said you boys were close, but I had no idea…”

“Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. No, more than fine. I think I’m going to enjoy tonight as much as you.” She winked, glanced from Scottie to Joffrey, and grinned. “We’re going to have fun, boys.” She pushed Joffrey down onto the chair and turned to face Scottie. “Come here, you,” she motioned with a finger to Scottie.

Scottie turned and looked at Joff in disbelief. “What are you doing, Joff? Don’t you want to fuck her?”

“I do,” Joff said, grinning. “But I want to watch you fuck her first.”

“Okay,” he said, shaking his head. “I sure as hell am not going to argue with you.” Scottie walked over to the bed, stripping off his clothes as fast as he could.

Sabine handed a condom to Scottie, leaned against the headboard, and watched him put it on. “Mmm… I almost feel guilty.”

“Guilty?” Scottie asked, licking his lips and crawling slowly across the king-sized bed. He reminded Joff of a fierce, hungry lion, getting ready to devour a meal.

“Yes, being paid to fuck two beautiful men. And you’re hockey players, aren’t you?”

Scottie nodded as he lowered his head to Sabine’s legs. He started with her ankles, kissing them gently and moving slowly up to her calves. Joff grinned as he watched Scottie inhale deeply, kissing the inside of Sabine’s thighs. Hell, he could smell the scent of her arousal from where he was sitting. Scottie must be overwhelmed by it. “You two look so fucking hot.”

Scottie turned around and grinned. “You can come over and join us now… if you want.”

“I want to watch, Scottie. Don’t worry I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay… your loss.” Scottie moved slowly up Sabine’s body, kissing the soft skin on her stomach, ribs, and chest. “This,” he said, touching her lacy bra, “has got to come off.” He unsnapped the front closures and Sabine slipped it off. “Better?” she asked.

“Much,” Scottie said, as his eyes dropped to her breasts. He cupped one and squeezed it gently. He looked back at Joff, stared at him, telling him to get his ass over there. Amazingly, Joff didn’t move. He just sat there. Watching.

Sabine touched Scottie on the cheek, turning his head to look at her. “Would you rather have him instead?”

“No. Right now, I only want you. I just thought… he would too.”

“Don’t worry, he will.”

Joff watched, his cock getting harder with each passing moment. Scottie lowered his head to just above her breasts, his tongue teased her nipple, and Joff could see it was driving her insane. She writhed on the bed as Scottie bit her gently, pulling the nipple between his teeth. Sabine reached between his thighs and took his hard, throbbing dick into her hand, pumping him slowly.

Scottie moaned loudly and his back arched sharply. “Oh fuck, I can’t wait.”

Sabine grinned and pulled him down onto the bed. “Come on,” she begged, “fuck me.”

He glanced over at Joff to make sure he wasn’t going to join them right now. “Enjoy the show.”

And that’s exactly what Joffrey did. He watched as Scottie plunged his dick inside of Sabine and she begged him to fuck her harder, deeper. She was wrapping her long, slender, legs around him now, pulling him in deeper. The scents and sounds of sex in the room were intoxicating and driving him mad. He could hear their labored breath and quiet moans. Joff did know how much longer he could wait. He imagined he was where Sabine was, Scottie’s enormous cock in his ass. He was so tempted to touch his dick, make himself come, but he resisted. He would watch them for a little while longer, just until he could barely stand it, and then he would fuck them both.

The sounds, scents, and sight of Scottie fucking Sabine drove him insane within a few moments. Joff grabbed the small tube of lube from his pocket and stripped off his clothes as he headed towards the bed. He stood a few feet away, just for a few seconds.

Scottie must have sensed he was there because he stopped fucking Sabine and looked up. “About fucking time.”

“Don’t stop,” Joff told him as he poured lube on his cock.

“Fucking pervert.” Scottie watched Joffrey as he started to fuck Sabine again.

Joffrey trailed his fingers down Scottie’s back to his ass and slipped two fingers inside. Scottie shuddered. “Fuck me, before I …” Scottie’s voice trailed off into a moan.

Joffrey didn’t say a word and got on his knees behind Scottie. He didn’t move for several moments, just watching the two of them fuck, Then he grabbed Scottie’s hips, digging his fingers into his flesh, and slammed his cock deep inside.

“Fuck yeah.” Scottie pounded into Sabine harder, matching the intensity of Joff’s thrusts.

“Don’t hold back, Scottie. Give it to me as hard as you’re getting it.” Sabine met Scottie’s eyes, telling him she meant every word.

Joff shivered as he felt Sabine’s soft fingertips touch his ribs, and he met her eyes. His pace slowed as he watched her moan and felt Scottie’s thrusts. “Keep going, Joff. He needs it. I need it.”

Joff pounded into Scottie’s ass harder, pushing his cock deep insidem. Usually when they fucked, when Scottie let him top, he held back. But, Sabine’s words, her encouragement, were all he needed to completely let go. He fucked Scottie harder, deeper than ever before. Oh God, had anything ever felt so good? His cock buried deep in Scottie’s hot, tight ass, feeling him fuck a woman? He had watched Scottie fuck half a dozen girls since they were fourteen, but feeling it was hotter than any fantasy.

Sabine was coming now. Screaming and moaning words in French that he didn’t understand. “Let’s come together, Joff. I’m almost there.” Scottie clenched his muscles around Joff’s cock as he fucked Sabine. Joff knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“Oh God, feels so fucking good.” Joff thrust one last time, filling Scottie with his white cum just as Scottie was coming inside of Sabine. Joff could feel Scottie trembling, feel his final thrust, as they both came.

Joff collapsed on Scottie's back; his muscles were cramped and aching. It felt like they had been fucking for days. As much as it hurt, he still felt incredible as the effects of the orgasm washed over his body. Sabine was pressing up against his body now, kissing him softly on the lips.

“You two are amazing together. That had to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

“We’ve had a lot of practice.” Scottie said, running his fingertips down her back and squeezing her ass. “You’re pretty incredible too.”

“I’ve had even more practice than you.” She kissed Joff again. Long, slow, and deep, stroking the inside of his mouth with her tongue. “I’m going to get washed up so we can have some more fun. We’re nowhere near done.“ She got up and slipped on her robe. “There’s another bathroom for you to get cleaned up in. Make sure you hurry, boys.” She watched as Scottie moved closer to Joff. “And don’t do anything without me. At least let me watch.”

Joff watched as she disappeared into the bathroom. He pulled Scottie close and kissed him on the lips. “Where in the hell did you find her?”

“My cousin’s a regular customer of hers,” Scottie answered. “I’ve seen her friend a few times, but she doesn’t come close to her.”

“You’re something else, Scottie.”

“Yeah, I know. I told you it worth the wait.” Scottie said.

“You weren’t fucking kidding. I thought it might have been a hooker but not this kind of hooker. She’s almost too good to be real.”

“Oh she’s real. And wait till you fuck her, Joff. One of the best fucks I’ve had.” He looked down at Joff. “Well, except for you, but we’re different.”

“Yeah, we are.” Joff said, wandering if Scottie’s opinion would change if he knew what was going to happen next. He smiled, thinking about what they were going to do to Scottie. The fun was only just beginning.

“What are you smiling about?” Scottie asked, studying Joff with concern.

“Oh nothing. I just can’t wait to get started again.” He kissed Scottie lightly on the forehead. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I don’t want to keep her waiting.”

“What are you up to?” Scottie asked, his voice filled with suspicion.

“Who, me?” Joff asked, innocently.

“Yeah, you have that look on your face.”

“What look? You’re the sneaky one, not me.” he said, trying his best to sound convincing.

“Yeah, right.” Scottie said. “Just remember paybacks are a bitch.”

“Whatever… I’m going to hit the shower.” He turned quickly, not wanting Scottie to see his face. He already knew Joff was up to something.

But how the hell did Scottie know something was up? Was he really being that obvious? He didn’t care if Scottie did pay him back for what they were going to do. This would be worth any price he had to pay. Hell, how could it not be worth it? Almost every sexual fantasy he ever had was going to come true tonight.

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Polyamorous [chapter 10] part 2/2

2008-09-06T22:51:13Z

Title: Polyamorous
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul, Jeff Carter/Steve Downie {yes I know it's a strange pairing but I have a reason for it although it has nothing at all to do with the story}. MIke Richards doesn't get any in this chapter.
Summary: Jeff gets laid but it isn't what he thinks. Scottie & Joff talk about the fight. And have sex. Because I can't write a scene with those two and it not turn into smut.
Warnings: ~~Unbeta'd. I'll be posting the beta'd version to2mins4slashing~~ ~~in a day or two~~. There's also some bondage in this chapter and ~~not really~~ questionable consent. Well, not really. Scottie just uses questionable methods of getting what he wants.
Disclaimer: This is not true. It is made up - fiction.

Steve followed Jeff into the bedroom, his dick already hard thinking about what they were going to do. Hell, what were they going to do? His experience with other guys was severely lacking. The only thing he had done was a few blow jobs. And it wasn’t for lack of desire or need on his part. Most guys who swung that way didn’t believe him when he expressed an interest. Picking up a puckbunny was so much easier. Lately, Steve had been finding himself thinking about fucking guys even when he was with a girl. And Jeff had been the guy he had been thinking about the most.

Jeff grinned and handed him a bottle of beer. “Drink up. You look like you need to relax.”

“There you go again, trying to get me drunk.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“Yeah, guess not,” Steve answered, and started to undress.

“Here, “ Jeff said, softly. "Let me." He unbuttoned Steve’s shirt slowly, staring at him with an intense, burning need in his eyes.

“You don’t have to.” Steve said, looking down. This was so fucking weird; Carts was seducing him.

“I want to. “ He said. Jeff tilted Steve’s head up, forcing the younger hockey player to look at him. “Are you okay with this, Steve? It’s all right if you’re not. I just thought… I could tell since we were at the bar that you wanted me.”

“Yeah,” Steve answered, his cheeks burning. “I do.”

“Good. Because I really need this. “

“Me too,” Steve answered, softly. He bit his lip and stared into Jeff’s eyes. “I’ve never gone all the way with a guy, Jeff… you’d be the first.”

“Are you sure you want to waste it on me?”

“It wouldn’t be a waste,” Steve smiled sheepishly.

“If you say so. It’s not like I’m going to argue with you. I’m not going to ask you again. Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you too hard.”

“That’s the last thing I’d worry about.”

Steve finished undressing and lay down on the bed. His dick grew harder as he watched Carts undress. The guy really did have an incredible body - tan, muscular, and lean. Steve didn’t want to wait. He wanted to fuck him now. He watched Jeff as he pulled a few things from the dresser. Oh yeah, the supplies he had heard other guys in juniors talking about.

“Sit back and relax, Steve.” Jeff said as he leaned over him and kissed him softly on the lips. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

Steve laughed nervously and took a deep breath. “It’s fucking easy for you to say.”

Jeff laughed and leaned over Steve, kissing him hard on the mouth. He glanced down at Steve’s rock-hard dick and grinned. “Fuck, you are a stud. We haven’t even got started yet.”

Steve pulled Jeff down on top of him. He was tired of playing games. “Yeah, that’s the fucking problem.”

Jeff kissed Steve hard on the mouth, the way he wanted, no, needed, to be kissed. Their teeth gnashed, scraped each other lips, and the faintly metallic taste of blood filled Steve’s mouth. Jeff moved down his body slowly, sucking and biting Steve in places that he never imagined would feel so damn good to be touched. “Fuck me, Jeff. Now. I can’t wait.”

“Patience, Steve, ” Jeff teased, positioning himself between his legs. He wrapped his fingers tightly around Steve’s cock, pumped him slowly, watching him writhe on the bed.

Jeff grinned as he lowered his mouth to Steve’s cock. He swept his tongue slowly up the length and licked his tip before taking Steve into his mouth. He paused, smirking against his cock, ashe noticed a slight tremble in Steve’s legs.

“Oh god, oh god, yes. Please.”

Steve moaned loudly as Jeff took him in deep. His cool mouth felt incredible. He grabbed Jeff’s head, pushing him down, thrusting deeper into his throat. Oh fuck, Jeff was tightening his throat muscles around Steve’s cock. Had anything ever felt this good? His cock inside Jeff’s mouth, filling him, and Jeff’s throat squeezing him so tight. Then it got better as Jeff slipped a finger inside his ass, hitting his prostrate. Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. He came fast and hard, releasing his seed into Jeff’s throat.

Jeff swallowed Steve’s white cum and grinned. “I’m not done yet. Just relax. I won’t hurt you.” He inserted a second finger, and then a third, stretching him out. “I think you’re good now.” Jeff said, licking his lips. He reached over on the bed and grabbed a condom and the lube.

“Turn over,” he ordered.

“What if I don’t want to?” Steve asked, defensively.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

Steve glared at him. He hated being told what to do, but he really wanted Jeff inside of him, badly. He turned over on his stomach and Jeff placed a few pillows under his stomach to lift his ass up. Jeff caressed his ass gently and Steve could barely wait to feel him inside.

Jeff slipped on the condom and coated his cock with lube. He entered Steve slowly, pushing himself in a little at a time. “You okay, Steve?”

“Fuck yeah, don’t go so slow, I want you in me, oh fuck…”

Jeff grabbed Steve’s hips and plunged deeper, filling Steve with his enormous cock. “Oh fuck that feels so… harder, Jeff. Fuck me deeper.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Steve. It’s your first---“

“Harder, Jeff. I want you in me all----oh yeah, just like that.“

Jeff pounded into Steve, pushing himself all the way, grinding his cock against Steve’s prostrate, stopping and then starting again. Steve moaned as Jeff grabbed his cock and pumped him hard, matching each movement with a thrust. Steve came first, squirting the white hard cum onto his stomach. Jeff thrust one, two, three more times and came hard inside Steve.

He collapsed for a minute onto the bed, then slipped the condom off his cock. “You okay, Steve?” He glanced over at his young teammate, who was still breathing hard, his eyes glazed over. “You look totally fucked up.”

“I think I am,” he answered dreamily. “Fuck, that was…”

“Yeah, wasn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” Steve, still dazed from the orgasm, put a hand on his stomach, touching the sticky substance. “Oh shit.”

“Just a second, I’ll get you a towel.” Jeff got up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” Steve said, grinning.

“Nah,” Jeff said, sitting next to him. “Thank you, Steve. I- I really needed that.”

“So did I,” Steve said.

Jeff got on the bed, next to but not touching Steve. Fucking him was one thing, but there was only one person - or was that two? - he wanted to hold right now. Part of him felt guilty as hell for using Steve like this. He was a friend who had been concerned about him, and what the fuck did he do? Used him, treating him as nothing but a piece of ass. Still, fucking had done him some good. In a way, he didn’t feel quite so broken. And yet he felt more broken in other ways. Now he realized just how much he missed them. The sex had been good, but he felt so empty now. If it had been Joff or Mike, he’d be holding them, feeling their warm breath on his skin, listening to their hearts beat. It wasn’t until that moment when he realized just how badly he wanted to get them back.

Joffrey wanted to kill whoever was on the other end of the phone. Couldn’t they just leave a fucking message? He grunted as he tried to roll over and go back to sleep. What the hell? He couldn’t turn over. Hell, he couldn’t even get out of bed. His wrists were still tied to the bed. Joff pulled with all of his strength but it was no use. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Scottie!” He screamed, panic creeping into his voice. “This is not fucking funny, asshole.” Joff glanced up at the ropes. They certainly looked the same: orange and black. But they felt just a bit different from the silk ropes Scottie usually used.

“Something wrong, Joffrey?” Scottie peeked in the door and grinned. He moved his eyes slowly up Joff’s naked body and licked his lips.

“What in the hell do you think, asshole?”

“I think you look absolutely fuckable – all tied up and helpless. And I can do anything I want to you…”

Joff’s dick got harder with each step Scottie took closer to the bed, but he was still mad as hell. “Why am I still tied up? You said you were going to cut them after…”

Scottie sat down next to him and slowly moved his fingers down Joff’s body until he reached his cock. He wrapped his hand around Joff’s shaft and stroked slowly. This was met with a glare and a hiss. “I was, but you just looked so incredibly hot, tied to the bed like that. When I came back in and you were sleeping, I just couldn’t.”

Joff’s back arched sharply and a soft moan escaped his lips as Scottie pumped harder. “Fucking bastard.”

“And you love it.”

“Do - oh God - not.”

“Liar,” Scottie whispered into his ear as lowered his face to Joff’s. He forced his tongue into Joffrey’s mouth and kissed him, hard, then pulled away and smirked. “Tying you up is entirely too much fun.” He licked the edge Joff’s jawline, down to his neck, and bit softly. “Bet I know what you’d like,” he whispered, gently tugging on Joff’s earlobe with his teeth. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“No, I want you to untie me so I can fuck you.” Joff tilted his head back and shuddered.

“Sorry, I can’t do that. I’m having way too much fun with you, Joff. Hell, I may keep you tied up 'till camp starts.”

“That’s not fucking funny, Scottie.”

“Don’t lie. You’d like it.” Scottie slid his mouth down Joff’s neck and bit down hard. “Look how turned on you are,” he whispered. “Come on, fuck me. Then I’ll untie you.”

“Fucking blackmail.”

“Nah, it isn’t. Coercion, maybe, but not blackmail.” Scottie slowed down, stroking Joff with a deliberate, languid pace. “Fuck me, Joff. You know you want to.”

“Fucking bastard.” Joff muttered and thrust into Scottie’s hand. “Okay,” he said quietly, “you win, this time.”

“I knew you’d see things my way.” Scottie smirked and kissed him softly on the lips. He jumped off from the bed, stripped off his pants, and grabbed the bottle of lube. Joff moaned as Scottie poured it on his dick.

“You know, I really want you untie me.”

“Trust me, Joff . You’re going to like this.”

“I know, but…”

“Shhh…” Scottie put a finger to his lips, climbed between Joffrey’s legs, lowered himself and took him in.

Fucking Scottie in this position was hard as hell, but it felt fucking incredible. He watched and felt Scottie move up and down his cock. He pulled hard on the ropes. Joff needed to get his hands free so he could grab Scottie’s ass and fuck him deeper.

Scottie stopped moving and grinned. “Lie back and enjoy it. Those aren’t the same ropes. You can’t break them.” He tightened his muscles around Joff’s cock and shifted his position, taking every inch of him in.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.”

“Told you,” Scottie breathed.

Joff arched his back and thrust his hips, meeting Scottie’s movements. Scottie had been right; he loved fucking him this way. Not only did it feel incredible, watching Scottie like this was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. Scottie grabbed his cock and was stroking himself as he moved on top of Joff.

“Fuck me harder.”

Joff fucked him harder, deeper, trying to resist the escalating waves of pleasure but losing all control as he watched Scottie come. He screamed Scottie’s name as he released his white cum into his ass.

“I fucking told you it would be great.” Scottie said. He got up, grabbed a few towels from the bathroom and tossed one to Joff.

“Real fucking funny,” Joff grinned dreamily, still high from the orgasm. “Am I supposed to use my feet?”

“I’d love to see that. But I guess I have to untie you.” He took his time, untying the ropes slowly.

“I think you like tying me up just a little bit too much.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Sick bastard.”

“You have no room to talk. You love being tied up.”

Joff ignored his comment. He couldn’t really argue. He did love when Scottie tied him up, when he used the pinwheel prick on him. “Next time, I’m tying you up.”

“Okay, but not with these ropes.”

“What the fuck are they made of?”

“Silk and hemp. I special ordered them just for you, Joff.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys you tie up.”

“Well, maybe.”

Joff laughed and pulled Scottie into his arms, trying not to think about what he had to do today. In an hour, or sooner if he called, Joff would have to tell Mike everything: Seeing Jeff, the fight with Scottie, and how it all ended. His cell phone rang again and Joff didn’t have to look at it to know who it was. It was after 10 a.m. and they were already supposed to be at the Skate Zone.

“Fuck, I better get that.”

“Mmm… do you have to?” Scottie asked. His warm breath felt wonderful against Joff’s chest. “So tired, don’t want to…”

“Afraid so,” he said, moving away from Scottie and picking up phone. “Hello.”

“Guess you had a good time last night.”

“It was okay. You really should have come.”

“No, then we both would have overslept.”

“I know, Mike, but…”

“Get your ass over here already, Joffrey. “ Mike said, changing the subject. “ I want to work out before camp starts. Is Scottie coming?”

“No, he’s going to meet us.”

“Okay, well, hurry up.” Mike said. “It’s already after 10.”

“I should be there in about an hour,” Joff said, thinking that he would rather not go at all.

“Joff? If everything okay?” Mike asked. Joff could tell that Mike knew something was up.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” He answered Mike’s question with one of his own. Joff had discovered a long time ago that was the best way to avoid saying something he would regret.

“No reason. Just hurry, okay?”

“I’ll try.” Joff said and hung up the phone. He pushed Scottie all the way off and was answered with a grunt. “I’m going over to Mike’s. We’re going to head up to the Skate Zone.”

“What are you going to tell him?” Scottie asked, his eyes still closed.

“Everything,” Joffrey answered.

“I guess I shouldn’t go today.”

“Do what you want,” Joff said, hoping Scottie would stay away. “ But Mike’s going to be pissed.”

“Probably. Surprised you weren’t.”

“I think I’m getting used to your shit.” Joffrey said, smiling.

“It really was what he needed.”

“Maybe,” Joff said quietly. He kissed Scottie lightly on the forehead and got up. He couldn’t avoid the inevitable any longer. The sooner this was over, the better it would be for everyone. And all he could do was tell Mike the truth and hope for the best.

Polyamorous [chapter 10] part 1/2

2008-09-06T22:35:13Z

I finally finished this chapter. I can't believe I haven't posted anything for almost 2 weeks but I was on vacation last week. Is it bad I get more writing done when I am at work??? I was trying to get through the Pens/Flyers pr0n but it's been giving me problems. I'm about half done and want to finish it because apparently the guys get along really well off off the ice. ♥ So much for the Pens/Flyers rivalry. Oh well, the fans certainly have enough hatred to go around ;-)

Title: Polyamorous
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul, Jeff Carter/Steve Downie {yes I know it's a strange pairing but I have a reason for it although it has nothing at all to do with the story}. Mike Richards doesn't get any in this chapter.
Warnings: ~~Unbeta'd. I'll be posting the beta'd version to2mins4slashing~~ ~~in a day or two.~~ There's also some bondage in this chapter and ~~not really~~ questionable consent. Well, not really. Scottie just uses questionable methods of getting what he wants.
Disclaimer: This is not true - made up - fiction.

GRRRRR.....Apparently LJ is really limiting the size of posts even more now. Either that or I'm doing something wrong. Or maybe I write too much. Anyway...this is the first part of chapter 10. It is only 12 pages long. I don't see why that should be too big. It didn't used to be. :-(

As Joff sat in the car watching the fight, he tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in his gut. It was as if he knew something bad was going to happen. The fight was taking entirely too long. Joff knew Scottie could kick Jeff's ass without really trying, and he couldn't figure out why he was going so easy on him. If he didn't know Scottie better, he would have thought that Scottie was taking it easy on Jeff to prolong the fight. But why the hell would he do that?

Finally the fight seemed to be coming to an end. Scottie was saying something to Jeff and… Oh fuck, he isn't going to do that. Joff watched as Scottie shoved Jeff up against the wall and slid his hand down the front of Jeff's pants. "Fuck, Scottie. Not again." After all the years he had known Scottie, all the things he had seen him do, Joffrey still couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was bad even for him. What happened with Mike had been different, but to do this to Jeff when he was already hurting so much...

"You're still here." Scottie opened the car door, climbed in and grinned at Joff. "I thought you'd be long gone."

"Yeah, I should've deserted your ass hours ago." Joff, looked over to where Jeff had been standing, but he was already gone. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“Aww, come on, Joff. You don’t mean that.” Scottie touched Joff’s knee and inched his hand up his thigh.

Joff glared at him for a few seconds before returning his eyes to the road. “Don’t fucking start.”

“Damn, you’re pissed. What the fuck is your problem?”

“Un-fucking-believable! Only you could ask me that after you practically…”

“Practically what? Fuck you, Joff. I didn’t do anything that Jeff didn’t want. Hell, I even asked him if I should stop.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m fucking serious. Come on, I’ve never forced you to do anything you didn’t want. I may be a bastard, but I’m not a motherfucking bastard.”

“Yeah, but..”

“But nothing. Listen, I’m sorry for fighting him. I didn’t want it to come to that, but he needed it.”

“So you did it because you’re a nice guy?” Joff asked in disbelief. “You can’t seriously expect me to believe that.”

“No. Well I am, but that’s not why. Shit, when we went outside, I was prepared to walk away. I didn’t want to complicate things. Hell, I know how Mike feels about Jeff. I was going to get in the car and leave, but you didn’t see his eyes, Joff. He needed that fight.”

Joff looked into Scottie’s eyes and what he saw surprised him. Scottie really believed what he was saying, crazy as it was. “Okay. Maybe I can believe that, but did he need the hand job too?”

“Yeah, he did. Hell, the way he was acting, I don’t think he’s gotten laid since the three of you broke things off.”

“So why did the fight last so long? I know you could kick Jeff’s ass.”

“Fuck yeah, I could fucking kill Carts if I wanted. It lasted that long because I let it. He needed it.”

Joff pulled up in front of the condo and parked. He sat there and let Scottie’s words sink in. Every once in awhile, Upshall surprised the hell out of him. Everything he said made such perfect sense. Jeff needed that fight to get through this. Joff turned and smiled. “Just when I think you are a motherfucking bastard, you prove me wrong.”

“So is that a good thing?”

Joff leaned close to Scottie and spoke softly into his ear. “Yeah, smartass. It is. Thanks, Scottie.” He titled his head and kissed him softly on the lips. Joff took his time with it. All too often their kisses were preludes to sex – fast, rough, hard. Joff twirled his tongue inside Scottie’s mouth, taking his time to taste, touch, and feel him.

Scottie moaned softly into Joff’s mouth. “Fuck, that was incredible. Can you do that to my dick?”

“Maybe,” Joff said, moving his mouth slowly down Scottie’s neck and biting him.

“Oh fuck, you have to now. You know how much that turns me on.” He was answered with another bite, making his back arch sharply.

Joff smirked against Scottie’s neck and unzipped his pants. “Do I?”

“Don’t be such a tease, Joff.”

“Who, me?” Joff asked, feigning innocence. “I’d never do that to you, would i?” He ran his fingers up Scottie’s cock, just barely touching.

“Fucking bastard,” Scottie breathed.

“Like you’re one to talk.”

Joff bit down on Scottie’s neck, breaking the skin at the same moment he grabbed his cock.

“Oh fuck, that felt good.” Scottie thrust his hips up and moaned into Joffrey’s ear.

Joff finally took him in his mouth. He had tortured Scottie long enough. He slowly licked a few drops of pre-cum from the tip of his head. “Mmm…”

“Fuck yeah, Joff. Just like that.”

Joff took Scottie into his mouth, sucking on him slow and hard. Scottie’s hands tangled in his hair, pushing and pulling gently. Joff paused a moment and looked up at Scottie, watching him. He loved watching Scottie lose all control.

“Don’t stop, please, Joff.”

Joff went deeper, humming against Scottie’s length, taking him in down to his throat. He tightened his throat muscles around Scottie’s cock and sucked, hard. He knew it wouldn’t be long now. Scottie never lasted longer than a few seconds when he deep-throated him, and this time wasn’t any different. Scottie thrust hard into Joff’s mouth, pushing his head down as he came.

“That was fucking incredible.” Scottie said and pulled Joffrey to him, kissing him hard on the mouth. “Come on, Joff. Let’s go to my place. You have to let me fuck you.”

“Mmm... sounds tempting.”

“You better stop fucking with me. Or I’ll make you regret it. I’ll chain you to the bed, whip you till you bleed, lift your ass up in the air, and…”

“You do know how scary you sound, don’t you?”

“You’d fucking love it.”

“Uhh, no. I’ll pass on the bleeding. And the suspended ass.”

“You’d fucking love it. Come on, Joff..”

“I don’t know,” he answered, his eyes drifting up to his condo, where he knew Mike was waiting.

“You don’t want to talk to him tonight, do you?”

“Well… I should.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Scottie said slipping his arm around Joff’s shoulders and grabbing his dick. “It’s late. It’s been one helluva night. You should wait till tomorrow. Your mind will be clearer.”

“You just want to fuck me,” Joff thrust his hips up, responding to Scottie’s strokes. Maybe waiting 'till tomorrow to tell Mike everything wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Fuck,” he muttered. Scottie made it so hard to be good.

“I knew I’d convince you,” Scottie teased, getting out of the car.

“Bastard,” Joff punched him playfully as they walked up to Scottie’s condo.

Jeff fumbled with the key to his condo, unable to figure out why the key would not go inside the lock. Just a few hours ago, it fit perfectly. Whatever the problem was, he had had enough. “Fuck this,” he grumbled and threw the keychain to the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing, Carts?” Steve asked, trying not to laugh. “How are we going to get in if you don’t unlock the door?”

Jeff leaned against the hallway wall. “I’ll break fucking in. The key isn’t working. Shit, these can’t be my keys.”

His words were met by hysterical laughter. “Of course they’re your keys,” Steve said, picking them up. “You just took them out of your pocket, idiot.”

“Fuck you,” Jeff said, slurring his words. “There’s a perfectly good explanation for that. I’m sure of it.”

Steve unlocked the door and grinned. “Told you they were your keys.”

“Smartass,” Jeff said, stumbling into his apartment. He looked at Steve, who was hesitating just outside the door.

“Come on, Steve. What’cha standing out there for?”

“I was going to leave,” Steve said, nervously, tossing him the keys. “Here, Carts. I’m going home.”

Jeff stared in disbelief. “No fucking way. Come in and have a drink. I owe you at least that. Shit, you could’ve been like Pars and left with my woman.”

“I don’t know, Jeff. You look like you’ve had enough to drink. And that girl was not yours. Hell, I think she liked Ryan’s girlfriend better than him.”

“Fuck. I would’ve loved to see that.” Jeff took a few steps in Steve’s direction and looked him in the eyes. “Come on, just one drink. You’re not going to deny me that, are you?”

Steve saw the pain in Jeff’s eyes and couldn’t say no, though he knew he should. Jeff had been through enough shit tonight, but he couldn’t. “Fuck, Jeff. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like a wounded puppy.” Steve said, walking into the apartment.

“Come on, you know you want to have a drink.”

“Maybe, Steve muttered, sitting down at the table. It wasn’t really a drink he wanted, it was… Steve pushed that thought from his mind. Jeff was vulnerable right now. He should be thinking about how to help him, not how to get him into bed.

“You okay, Steve?” Jeff asked, setting two rum and cokes on the table.

Steve took a sip and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jeff? How much rum did you put in this? Shit, I won’t be able to drive after I drink this.”

“That’s the idea,” Jeff grinned.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Steve asked, staring down into his drink.

“You’ll see,” Jeff said, watching him.

“You’re full of shit.”

Jeff’s eyes grew suddenly serious. “Thanks, Steve. I appreciate you hanging around and driving me home. Shit, if it weren’t for you, I’d probably still be in the parking lot. Usually when we went out, it was Mike who would…”

“It was nothing, Carts. Shit, you and Mike have driven me home more times than I can remember.” He regretted repeating Mike’s name almost instantly.

“Yeah, guess we did.” Jeff paused and took a sip. “Anyway, thanks for not abandoning me like Pars. Shit, I can’t believe you didn’t go with them. They’re probably still fucking.”

“Nah, a threesome might be okay, but four? Besides, Ryan’s girl doesn’t like me, and the other girl, the one you were going to fuck? She was totally into Pars and his girl. What the hell is it with me? Am I really that bad?”

“No, you’re not bad at all.” Jeff said, smiling. “All that attention, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, Steve.”

“Fuck you, Carts. You’re trying to tell me there’s a bad thing about puckbunnies wanting to suck your dick?”

“I won’t lie. It is good, but...”

But it’s not Mike. Steve knew what he was thinking, what he wanted to say, even if he didn’t say it. “Jeff, I really should go.”

“Don’t,” he said, quietly.

“What?"

“Don’t go, Steve. I really don’t want to be alone tonight.” Jeff smiled sadly, hopefully.

“I-I don’t know, Jeff.” Steve said, pushing his chair away from the table.

Jeff got up quickly, stood behind Steve and placed his hands on his shoulders. “Come on, you don’t really want to leave, do ya?” He lowered his head and whispered into his ear.

No, he didn’t. Jeff’s hands on his shoulders felt way too good. Jeff’s breath in his ear and his hands kneading the muscles in his shoulders. He could feel the tension melting away. A soft moan escaped his lips and he dropped his head back against Jeff’s stomach.

“Come on, Steve. Let’s go to bed.”

Downie’s eyes popped open. “Wha--”

“You heard me. Come on, you know you want to.” Not waiting for an answer, Jeff started to walk to his room, a smug smile on his face. He knew Steve would follow him.

Even as he got up from the table and followed, Steve couldn’t believe he was going to do this. Clearly he has lost his mind. He knew how fucked up things were with Jeff, Mike, Joffrey, and Scottie. Did he really want to get involved in that whole mess? Besides, fucking your teammates was just not something you did, at least not guys like him.

So that's what RPS is...

2008-08-09T04:03:05Z

I have a mini-rant about this post on fanficrants that really pissed me off. I should have replied but the OP got enough shit from everyone else. It wasn't so much a rant as her bragging she got Jonas Brother incest fic taken down from FF.net. And it's not that I like Jonas Brother RPS or incest RPS. I don't. She said ALL RPF/RPS was the lowest form of fan fic and was nothing but the writer's masturbatory fantasy. No. Just no. Yeah, I know a lot people don't like it and it does seem to have a certain stigma attached compared to fic based on TV/movies/anime. I sure as hell never expected to be reading, let alone, writing it but it's not that. Yeah, my RPS hockey fics are smutty. Very smutty. But, I'd like to think they're about more than just sex. And if they aren't how are they any different than any of the fan fiction that's on AdultFanFiction.net? Or smut posted on LJ based on TV, movies or anime? Most of my old Hellsing fics are ~~just as~~ almost as smutty as my hockey fics. It just really irks me that she made a blanket statement about all RPS.

Pip FST

2007-11-03T14:54:39Z

I've been wanting to do a Pip fst because he is my favorite male character from Hellsing and last month fst had the perfect opportunity to do one: canon characters who died. I started early in the month but got lazy. Originally I had over 50 songs but have narrowed it down to 27. I'd like to get it down even more but it's hard - Pip was/is such a GREAT character. Does anyone have any songs they would rec for the FST? I have songs that represent Pip's childhoood, time with the Geese, and ~~of course too many~~ about him & Seras but I'd like to find one (or a few) about him & Alucard.

A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To Mars

City Of Devils - Yellowcard

We Can Be Heros - Wallflowers

Love me when I'm Gone - Three Doors Down

Finish Line - Snow Patrol

Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Honky Tonk Women- The Rolling Stones

Finding Myself - The Punisher

'Cuz I Can - Pink

But It's Better If You Do - Panic At The Disco

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Infatuation - Maroon 5

Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park

Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park

Reasons To Fall - Lauren Hoffman

Stronger - Kanye West

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

Mediocre Bad Guys - Jack Johnson

Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns N' Roses

The Pretender - Foo Fighters

Brothers In Arms - Dire Straits

Never Grow Old - The Cranberries

Headful Of Ghosts - Bush

Here We Are - Breaking Benjamin

Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin

You Learn - Alanis Morissette

Yeah, I know I have 3 songs by Snow Patrol but I love them and the songs just fit.

I really need to do an update post. Which I shall. Later today. I finally fnished another chapter of Another Time, Another Place. I don't think too many on my FL are reading because no one seems to love Blood+ like I do. Not that I'm complaining. I have had a bunch of reviews on the Pit which always makes me feel happy.

Blood+ fic update

2007-08-23T17:51:41Z

I finally got a chance to edit this ~~at work where I should be working~~. I'm still trying to find a beta for this. Not so much for characterization/plot but for grammar & readability. I posted a request to blood_plus &

beta_search and STILL can't find anyone. Well, there was one person but they could only do one chapter right now and I really need to find someone who can do the whole thing. I want to cry. :( This story is coming really slow. I thought the plot would be much further along than it is. Anyways...it is Solomon/Saya with a little Haji/Saya.

Title: Another Time, Another Place - Chapter 3

Warnings: Not beta'd but I did edit it multiple times. Slight spoilers for Blood+ (Saya's past). Also some one-sided flirty Nathan/Solomon which is obviously slashy.

Rating: Teen (for now)

Summary: Saya arrives at Solomon's house and continues to be haunted by her dreams & feelings for him.

The ride to Solomon’s house was longer than Saya expected and she grew a little more uneasy with each moment that passed. And yet, she felt foolish for feeling apprehensive at all. The doctor had been nothing but kind to her since the moment they met at the hospital. But didn't he say his home was in Paris? It seemed like they left the city hours ago. A yawn escaped her mouth at the precise moment that her stomach growled and Saya blushed. "I'm sorry, Doctor."

Solomon was sitting next to her in the car while his driver took them to his country home. It was about 40 minutes from the hospital and it seemed a world away from city, the war. He smiled at Saya to reassure her. "It's okay, Saya. The drive seems to be taking a little longer than usual today." It was true. They had passed three roadblocks since they left the hospital. He reached for her hand and felt her pulse. "Besides, you are still weak from your condition. It's perfectly normal to be tired. And hungry."

Saya smiled weakly at the handsome doctor. The sensation of his hand on her wrist quickened her pulse and made her stomach feel strange. However, it also made her smile. "Thank you, Doctor. I'm okay, it's just I can’t remember ever being in a car. It feels a little strange. I’m sure I was in one before but… “She smiled as Solomon slipped his hand around hers for the remainder of the ride. The guilt was still there, nagging at the back of her mind, but Saya felt happy and safe when she was with him. It doesn't mean anything, Saya told herself. Friends hold hands sometimes, don’t they?

"Saya? Saya?" Solomon squeezed her hand. His bride seemed a million miles away.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. What is it, Doctor?"

“ You didn’t answer when I called your name. But, I insist that you call me Solomon. You're my guest now." He pointed out the window. "Look, Saya, we're home."

Saya's eyes went wide with wonder. The house was so elegant that it looked more like a castle than a home. And yet something about it felt vaguely familiar. Saya didn’t think she had ever actually been at this particular house but one very much like it. The mansion was a huge change from the dreary hospital room she had been staying in and the hospital was all she had known until today. Except for my dreams, Saya thought. Yet, even those visions were slipping away from her now. "This---this is your house, Doc---I mean Solomon?"

“ Yes, Saya. And for as long as you need it, this is your home too." Solomon stared deeply into her eyes, his gaze filled with heat. The moment lasted for several seconds before getting out of the car. He opened Saya's door for her and offered her his hand. "Come, let's go. I'll show you to your room."

Saya took his hand, avoiding his eyes. The way he had looked at her just now made her cheeks burn. This Solomon was acting so different than he had in the hospital; she wasn't sure what it meant. In the hospital, he had been nice to her but his behavior was always professional. She enjoyed this new attention but part of her felt guilty for feeling happy. He was a very handsome man, one that all of the nurses and female patients flirted with constantly. But, the way he was acting today also scared her. Solomon said he would be on his best behavior but the way he was looking at her right now was not the proper way a gentleman looked at a lady. Their eyes locked again and something inside of her started to burn. Was this the desire she overheard nurses talking about? She blushed and looked out the window of the car, avoiding Solomon’s eyes.

"Saya, are you okay?" Solomon asked politely.

She looked at him and the look was gone from his eyes, replaced with one of gentle concern. Maybe, she thought, I imagined it. "I'm okay, Solomon. This just wasn’t what I expected. It is so different from the hospital. And I wish I could remember my past. I know there is someone who is waiting for me. I-I-I just hope they're all right and haven't been ..."

Solomon took her hand and pulled her out of the car. He gazed directly into her eyes as he spoke. “I’m sure whoever was waiting for you is still alive. I promise you they are, Saya. I'll bet you have many family members that are waiting for you to return to them." Like Diva, Amshell, Nathan, Karl, and of course your Chevalier, Haji. "I will help you find the people from your dreams.”

“ Really?" Saya asked hopefully.

"Of course, Saya. I thought we were becoming friends. Was I wrong? We’re friends so it’s only natural for me to help you." He glanced at her quickly, noticing how tired and weak she looked. "As your doctor, I must insist you rest today. You don't look well. I'll give you another treatment as soon as Adeline has you settled into your room."

“Adeline?"

“She is my best maid. She'll make sure you have everything you need." Well, maybe not everything, Solomon thought deviously. There are some things that only I can provide.

Adeline was a pleasant woman in her fifties from Sedan, France. She had worked for only the most prestigious families in Paris since she was a teenager. Solomon had paid a small fortune to secure her services when he first arrived in Paris. The politician he stole her from had been furious but the Goldsmith family was feared in France. Adeline was cheerful, a hard worker, did not ask any questions, and most important of all, very discreet. Although she was older, Adeline was still a beautiful woman. Solomon hoped she could comfort Saya, in ways that he could not.

Saya sat in her room dazzled by its elegance. A large window overlooked a small brook that was surrounded by trees. The bed was queen sized which seemed huge compared to the hospital bed she had spent so many restless nights in. Her bed was covered by a canopy and many pillows. This is paradise, Saya mused, as she jumped on the bed and stretched out on it. It did not take long for her to drift off to sleep and her dreams.

"I'm sorry, Haji." A young girl told a faceless man in the dark. "I-I-I just can't stay awake any longer."

“That is fine, Saya. I will be waiting for you when you wake up. Would you like me to play your song? I've been practicing."

“Yes, I hope it has gotten...better." She answered with a giggle.

The sounds of Haji's cello filled her as she fell into her deep sleep unable to fight her bodies demand for rest.

An unexpected hard knock on the door startled Saya and she nearly screamed. "Haji?" She asked, still half in her dream state.

At first, there was silence. "No, Mademoiselle, it is Adeleline. Monsieur Goldsmith asked me to wake you. Is it okay if I come in?"

Saya shook her head, trying to wake up. "Certainly, Adeline. I'm sorry."

“There is no need to apologize, Mademoiselle,” Adeline answered politely. “I have to agree with the Doctor, though.” The maid scrutinized Saya’s appearance before breaking into a huge smile. “You are indeed a very beautiful girl." She smiled brightly at Saya. "I will draw a bath for you, Mademoiselle. Do you prefer the scent of vanilla or roses?"

“Scent?” Saya remembered her showers at the hospital and the antiseptic smell of the bathrooms. The thought of a rose scented bath made her feel scared although she couldn’t remember why. “Umm, vanilla would be fine." Saya wondered what scent Solomon bathed in before pushing the thought from her mind. Why was she thinking about something like that?

“I'm not sure if they will be to your liking," Adeline said, "but there are clothes in the wardrobe closet. Please put on an outfit that suits you. Dr. Goldsmith picked them out himself. Adeline chuckled and winked at Saya. "I have some items that belonged to my daughter if they are too uncomfortable for you. You know how men are. They pick things they like to see their ladies in, not always what the ladies want to wear."

Saya blushed at Adeline's comment. "Their ladies? I think there’s a misunderstanding. I’m not Dr. Goldsmith’s lady. He is being very kind to me but we’re just friends. Really. I'm sure what he picked out will be fine." She wondered why Adeline would have her daughter’s clothes. Did she work here too? “You have a daughter? How old is she - if you don't mind me asking?"

Adeline's eyes became glassy as she spoke. "I had a daughter. I lost her a few weeks ago in that brutal attack. Didn’t you hear about it? The attack made all the newspapers. Damn, Nazis. They found her in the streets, her body… there wasn’t much left of it. Those Nazi’s are truly the most despicable monsters on this earth. They even drained all the blood from her body. I just couldn't bring myself to part with all of her things."

“I'm sorry, Adeline. Losing someone you care for must be hard. I’ve lost someone too. I just hope he’s all right.” Saya noticed the sadness in Adeline’s eyes. “Anyway, I'm sure the things Solomon got for me will be fine. I do appreciate your kindness."

“I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn’t be troubling you with my problems. Excuse me for being a silly old lady. I’m sure the doctor doesn’t want me to crying in front of his most honored guest. I can’t believe I rambled on about it. Please excuse my transgression. I hope you can forgive me, Saya. I’ve never acted so unprofessional. There is just something about you that makes it easy to talk about her.”

“Please, don’t feel bad, Adeline. It’s all right. This war, it is such a terrible thing.”

Adeline took a few deep breaths and regained her composure. "Here is your robe, Mademoiselle. There are some knickers in the dresser. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll retire to my room."

Saya blushed at the mention of knickers. Had Solomon really picked those out for her as well? She hoped not but was couldn’t bring herself to ask the older woman. "Thank you, Adeline. I'll get ready for my bath now. I’m happy we had a chance to meet."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mademoiselle. Your smile will certainly brighten up this house.” She turned to Saya as she opened the bedroom door. “I almost forgot, the Monsieur would like you to meet him in his study when you are dressed."

“Oh? Did he say what for?" Saya asked.

"Yes, he said it is very important to receive your next treatment."

Saya nodded. "Oh that. I know. Thank you, Adeline."

Although Saya did not think it was possible, the bath felt even better than her bed. The scent of vanilla filled the room and making her hungrier than she already was. Damn, she mused; everything makes me hungry doesn’t it? Even a bath. Saya knew that something about her wasn’t normal. The nurses and other patients at the hospital didn’t seem to eat half as much as her and yet she never gained any weight. Saya also heard the nurses’ whispers at the speed of her recovery from the bullet wounds. If she had been shot in the chest, shouldn’t she be dead or at least have a very big scar? Saya wanted to ask Dr. Goldsmith about all of it but was afraid of what she would find out. The girl had a feeling her differences had something to do with the dreams she couldn’t quite remember.

The hot water was making her incredibly tired. Saya started to drift off to sleep again but woke up suddenly when her head slipped completely under the water. I am hopeless, she thought. I can’t even bathe without falling asleep. She got out of the tub, dried herself off with the large soft towel, and put on her robe. She slipped on her knickers and a plain cotton bra. Saya giggled as she thought of Dr. Goldsmith in a lingerie store in Paris. She was almost afraid of what she would find in the closet but forced herself to open it. The dresses were so elegant and now she understood why Adeline had offered her daughter’s things to her. They were probably much simpler and more comfortable than what was in her closet. Solomon usually wore a suit or a doctor’s coat so it didn’t surprise her that he would want her to dress formally too. It must be how he was brought up, Saya thought. There were so many exquisite evening gowns and even a few sexy cocktail dresses. Saya couldn’t believe that he would actually expect her to wear one of those. Just the idea of wearing so little clothing in front of him was making her blush. It took her awhile but she did find a simple and somewhat modest dress. The one she picked was a long slim dress with a beautiful print of cherry blossoms on it and buttons down the front. The dress didn’t reveal too much flesh but the cut accentuated her breasts. She was grateful it wasn’t too revealing. Saya still felt self-conscious around Solomon. She tried to convince herself that she shouldn’t. They were only friends weren’t they? But, the way he had been looking at her today was not how one looked at a friend.

The closet was filled with just as many shoes as dresses and Saya had a hard time finding a comfortable pair of sandals to match her dress. She ran the brush through her long black hair and looked into the mirror. The girl looking back didn’t look like the same one that had arrived in a ragged hospital gown and matted hair. The image reminded Saya of something or maybe it was someone. Didn’t the other girl in her dreams have long hair?

“Saya?” Adeline’s voice called from down the stairs. “I’m leaving now and Dr. Goldsmith wanted me to ask you to---“

“Tell the doctor I’m coming,” Saya answered as she rushed out her door.

Solomon stood at the bottom of the steps waiting to see his queen wearing the type of clothes she was meant to wear, ones he had specifically picked out to see her in. He was certain that Saya’s beauty would outshine Diva’s but he was anxious to see for himself. The chevalier suspected he should feel guilty for caring for a queen that was not his own but strangely, he did not. The moment he had seen Saya in the hospital bed, he had fallen hard for her. And nothing in his long life had ever seemed more right.

The sight of Saya, in a simple but elegant dress walking down the circular staircase literally took his breath away. “Saya,” he whispered. His eyes moved slowly up her body, taking in her curves that had been hidden so well by her hospital gown. The dress accented them perfectly and he had to force his eyes to look at her face so she would not catch him leering at her body. “Saya,” Solomon said smoothly, his eyes full of desire. “You look beautiful tonight. Do you like the dress?”

“Uhhh---yes, Solomon. Thank you for getting it for me. It does feels kind of weird after being in hospital gowns all that time.” She smiled nervously at the doctor. “But I feel guilty. You’ve done so much for me and I haven’t done anything for you. I will pay you back…somehow.”

“Just having you here is enough. You really do brighten up this house.” The two of them stood there for several moments, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. It was Solomon who finally looked away from Saya and took her hand. He could not help but smirk as they walked into his office together. The chevalier paused for a moment as he locked the door behind them.

The man played his cello on a quiet street corner in Paris. A small crowd had gathered and his music was making them happy. A young girl in his audience reminded him of Saya. She had long black hair, an olive complexion, and soft brown eyes. She was much thinner than Saya had been but that was to be expected during wartime. The girl looked weak and hungry but her face lit up when Haji played Saya’s song. If she wasn’t tool young to be his queen, Haji would have thought he had found her already.

“Please, Sir, play that song again.” The young girl looked up at an older woman who was most certainly her mother. “Mama, give the man a franc so he will play it again!”

The woman was visibly horrified that her daughter told her to give the street musician money. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “Sarah! No, I don’t---“

Haji looked at the young girl. She was acting like Saya had when they first met. “It’s okay,” he told the child’s mother, “I’ll play it again. That song… it is one of my favorites too.”

The woman was still blushing and bent down to whisper in his ear. “But, I-I-I don’t have any francs to spare.”

Haji smiled at her and looked at the young girl. “It’s okay; I don’t play for the money.” He started to play her song, Saya’s song. I wonder if she’ll think I’ve improved, he wondered.

“Thank you, Monsignor.” The woman said. “Look Sarah, the nice man is playing the song again for you.”

The young girl’s eyes lit up and she smiled at Haji. “Thank you, Sir. You are very kind.”

As the song came to an end, Haji felt their presence in the distance. The chiropterans. He suspected they were here. It was why he had come to Paris. The stories of humans being attacked and drained of their blood in Paris were in the mainstream news now. Of course, the news attributed the attacks to the Nazis but he knew better. The humans were attacked in a way that only the chiropterans killed. I only hope that it is you that they are drawn to, Saya, Haji thought as he glanced at the crowd. There were so many young children that would lose their lives if he did not do something.

“I heard gun fire,” Haji announced to the crowd.

“What? I didn’t hear anything.” A teenage boy answered.

“Me neither. If you don’t want to play anymore you could just say so.” His friend answered.

“No, really. I have exceptional hearing. You should all go now. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“I heard it too.” The young girl said, smiling at Haji.

“Shut up, Sarah. You just like him. You know what happens to liars don’t you?”

Sarah stuck her tongue out at the boy. “I’m not lying!”

The sound of distant gunfire and screams interrupted their argument. The chiropterans had found some other humans to prey on. Haji quickly put his cello in its case. “Sarah, you and your mother…”

“I know. We’ll be okay. We don’t live far from here.” The woman answered.

The woman and the young girl started running in the opposite direction of the gunfire as Haji ran towards it. He would have to kill this chiropteran quickly if they were going to survive the night. Haji only hoped that he could. The chiropterans seemed to be getting harder and harder to kill, as if they were becoming stronger each day. The chevalier knew that he needed her but so far, he had been unable to find her. Saya, where are you? Don’t you hear them? I don’t know how much longer I can fight without your help…

Solomon watched Saya as she received her treatment. Her beauty surpassed that of even his queen, her sister – Diva. He only wished that his blood could awaken her. Things would certainly be simpler if that were the case. And more pleasurable for both of them. He wouldn’t have to find her chevalier and just the thought of Saya drinking from his neck was intoxicating. Solomon was certain, Haji would not be happy when he found out his queen was living with Diva’s chevalier. If anything, he thought, it should make things interesting. I do hope her chevalier is as handsome as he is in Brother’s pictures..

The chevalier decided that tomorrow he would ask Adeline to take Saya with her when she went to the market. It would be good for Saya and Adeline would enjoy the girl’s company too. He chuckled at that thought. The idea of her as a mere human girl was amusing. At the moment she seemed liked an ordinary Japanese teenager but nothing could be further from the truth. If Haji is a true chevalier, Solomon pondered, he will be drawn to Saya, just as the chiropterans are; just as I was. There was no doubt in Solomon’s mind that the Japanese chevalier had been searching all over Europe for her already. I will make it easy for him to find her. If she is out in the open, he will approach her.

He knew that his plan was dangerous. Haji could come and whisk her away; take her back to Red Shield and away from him. Or the chiropterans could attack Saya in her defenseless state. She was as vulnerable as an ordinary human without her sword and the memories of what she was. I’ll just have to follow them, Solomon decided. Although he was supposed to work at the hospital, those plans would have to be changed. I could go in early…

The phone rang, interrupting Solomon from his thoughts. He answered it quickly, so the noise would not wake his bride. The chevalier was enjoying looking at her body while she slept, when she would not notice if his eyes lingered too long at her breasts or hips.

“Solomon, I’ve found you at last! What are you doing at that house?” Nathan’s lively voice teased. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hiding from your family.”

“Oh hello, Nathan. What are you up to?” Solomon answered politely. This was a most interesting development.

“I’m in Paris, Solomon. And I’m simply exhausted. After directing the play tonight, I had the hardest time finding you.” Nathan sighed. “Where exactly is that house?”

Solomon was panicked for a brief moment when his brother said he was in Paris. It took him a few seconds to regain his composure. “I hate that cramped house in the city, Nathan. You should know that. I found a beautiful house in the country. It’s not too far to drive from the city.”

A few moments of silence passed before Nathan spoke. “Keeping secrets from your dear brothers, Solomon. That is just not like you. Are you hiding a something? Perhaps you are. Maybe it’s a woman… You always were the lady’s man of the family.” Nathan giggled at this own joke.

Solomon nearly gasped in shock. “Don’t be ridiculous, Nathan. I-I’m not hiding anything. I’ve just been incredibly busy. We are in the middle of a war, you know. I’ve been tending to the wounded.”

“Hmm…that could be but then why aren’t you at the hospital?”

“Today is my first day off since I arrived Nathan. I was planning on calling Amshell and the others tomorrow.” Solomon laughed lightheartedly. “Is there a reason you’re interrogating me?”

“No reason, Solomon. I was just surprised when you weren’t here when I arrived. It’s incredibly lonely in this house. Are you sure you don’t want to stay here with me? It could be a lot of fun. It’s been awhile since we’ve had the chance to be alone. You know without Amshell spoiling our fun.”

Solomon knew what Nathan was offering but he was not interested, not when he had Saya. “Nathan, I love my house in the country. But, we should meet for a drink. By the way, when did you arrive in Paris? Amshell didn’t say anything the last time we talked.”

“It has nothing to do with him. I’ve been hired to direct an opera. Amshell didn’t want me to go but I complained until he changed his mind. I’m good at that, you know. Changing minds.”

“That explains it…”

Both brothers were quiet for a several moments. Solomon could feel the tension between them even over the phone. Nathan finally spoke and his voice was deeper. “Solomon, just what are you up to? I hope you know you can’t hide anything from Amshell. Whatever you’re up to – he will find out.”

“Is that an accusation, Nathan? I’m not up to anything. It hurts that you would think so poorly of me.”

Nathan burst into laughter, unable to hold it any longer. “Oh Solomon, you are so much fun to play with. I’m just kidding, silly boy. Although, you are acting rather odd. I do hope everything is all right with you.”

Solomon chuckled at his brother’s odd behavior. Nathan always was such a drama queen. “I’m fine, Nathan. Really. We should get together for drinks tomorrow, so you can see for yourself. Besides, I’ve been wanting to visit the city at night. It’s a sin I’ve been here almost a month and haven’t had any fun.”

“I doubt that is true, Solomon.” Nathan replied. “As long as I’ve known you brother, you always find time for pleasure.”

Solomon ignored his brother’s comment. “What time shall we meet for drinks, brother?”

“I’ll be busy with the play until almost 1:00 AM. Meet me outside the playhouse at 2:00. Don’t make me wait, Solomon. You know how impatient I can get.”

“Of course, Nathan. I have things at the house to do tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, Brother.”

“Good night, Solomon. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I won’t feel so lonely if I can see your pretty face.”

Solomon didn’t say good bye and slowly hung up the phone. He was concerned now, wondering if it was merely a coincidence that Nathan was directing a play in Paris. Or could it be that he was sent here by Amshell? His veiled threats were what concerned him the most. They implied that Amshell was suspicious of his activities in Paris. Brother, if you suspect that I’m up to something, why don’t you just ask me?

Solomon stroked Saya’s hair as she slept and it brought it more him pleasure than he ever imagined. He wondered if she would let him touch her while she was awake. He almost stopped as his bride smiled in her sleep. See Saya, you do like my touch even if you don’t know it yet. But you will. You will like this and all of the other things we’ll do when you are fully awaken. The chevalier could hardly wait to find Haji. Once the real Saya was with him, the real fun would begin.

kelles @ 2007-08-13T14:59:00

2007-08-13T19:46:16Z

Woa. I really haven't once since Otakon? I am so lame. I've been meaning to but guess I really have been lazy I really did intend on trying to update once a week. Ehh. No more excuses. They're boring. Well, I have been writing finished another chapter of my Blood+ fic that no one is reading. I really wish the Blood+ fandom was bigger. Damn, I want to join an LJ-RP like POLY but I'm afraid I won't keep it up :(

This weekend I had a half-ass good excuse. That "time-of-the-month" hit me on Friday with God-awful cramps. I swear if it it wouldn't mess up my hormones, I'd have my uterus burned out. I have thought about it many times. I hate how painful my periods have become. I feel so incapacitated and don't feel like doing anything during the first couple of days. The good news is it should all be over for my 2nd mini-vacation that I'm taking on Thursday - my birthday!

Yeah, I decided to go on a short vacation starting on Aug 16th. I'm taking my 2 kids to Washington D.C. for 2 days. So many of the museums are free and it seems like such a waste that I never go. We're going to stay at the Metro Center Marriott I think. It took me awhile to settle on that hotel. And I still might change my mind. I never realized how much you had to worry about the hotel being in a safe "neighborhood. And the parking. I figured it'd be like Baltimore or Philly where the touristy areas are safe-ish. But from all the hotel reviews I've read, that's not the case in DC. This one seems pretty safe (I hope) and there is a metro station really close. And it seems to have enough parking for the hotel. How can some hotels *coughs* Sheraton *coughs* not have enough parking for their guests. At least 1 spot per room. Does any one have any recommendations for hotels in Washington DC that are reasonably close to the National Mall & a metro stop?Makes me think twice about going to Katsucon. I kind of wanted to go but the hotel reservations in Washington seem so troublesome.

I'm kind of very excited about going because my favorite baseball player who is like one of the hottest men ever, Cole Hamels, is pitching at Phillie/Nationals game we're going to see while we're there. And the game happens to be on my birthday. Best. Birthday. Present.Ever. Well not really, but I've been wanting to see him pitch since last year but he always happens not be pitching at the Phillies games me & my son go to. For those who aren't familiar with baseball... they announce the pitchers a few days in advance of the games. Last year I could make the reservations a few days before we went but this year the Phillies games have been sold out more often than not. Anyway I nearly squeed when I found out he was pitching for the game we plan on going to. Guess I'm becoming a Cole Hamels fangirl. But he is really hot.

I never did make a post regarding all the crazy LJ stuff. I don't intend to leave and I'll probably never get banned because I don't write much underage fanfic but I guess I would consider leaving if enough on my FL left. I don't see that happening but it does make me sad to see how bad LJ is treating so many of the users that made it popular. And LJ sometimes seems to be getting more stupid every day. Links can supposedly maybe get you banned!?! What. the. fuck. el-jay?

I finally saw the Harry Potter movie. Took my kids to the cheap movie theatre that is near the local uni last week. Was us and about 5 other
people. I really liked it and it made me want to read the book again. I started reading it when it was first out but then put it down and forgot about it. I really liked the Luna Lovegood character. I think I discovered my OTP for Harry Potter because they would just be so good together.

I've been watching a lot of fan sub anime & anime-on-demand. I finally finished Code Geass. Wonderful. Amazing. Didn't think I would at first because it seemed like a mech series. So glad I took the chance to watch it. There wasn't one character that I didn't like. <33333
Also continued to watch D. Gray-Man. I can't say how much I highly reccomend that show. Well, at least the 1st 20 episodes. Allen is the main character and I love him. I really love Lavi too. Red hair, an eye-patch, & a great personality. The way he teases Allen reminds me a bit of how Pip teases Seras. sir_hellsing have you seen/read this? It seems like something you might like with the Victorian setting, supernatural & religious undertones. And I have found sites for direct download too if anyone wants... I've heard there is filler in later episodes so I may have to stop and just read the manga but I'm enjoying so far. I'm up to episode 20 so far. Also been watching some dubbed anime. We have the Funimation channel and they started putting a few things on-demand. Watched some of Kodocha. OMFG. It is crack but good crack! It is about a 6th grader who also happens to be child actress in Japan and has a mom who is a novelist. I know, I know, the description makes it sound BAD but it isn't. It really IS funny. It is kind of like Exel Saga for kids but more normal. You really have to see it to believe it could work. j_luc_pitard - have your kids seen it? It is one of those shows that seems to be good for kids & adults. They do make fun of more serious topics (like suicide) but in a non-offensive light hearted way. Yes, it is possible. There are mentions of more adult things but they don't really discuss it in depth. Very kid friendly. But it is still hilarious to me. I thought of you & your kids while I was watching...

And as shocking as it may be... I'm watching a few non-anime things.

Started Yoshitune which is a J-drama about feudal Japan. It aired a few years ago on Japanese TV. It stars J-pop singers for many of the roles but so far the acting has been good. I'm a total feudal Japanese history geek so it's just the kind of thing I love. I'm also watching Meadowlands. It's a dark drama on Showtime about a dysfunctional family (aren't they the best kind?) who are living in a English "town" that is made up of entirely of people who are in the witness protection program. It is dark, twisted, and violent. No supernatural stuff but there's enough blood to make up for that.

Next post will be the next chapter of my Blood+ AU set in Germany occupied France (WWII). I want to get it posted to FF.net before the trip. I have it done but since I can't find a beta, I'm going to edit myself 100 times.

Blood+ fic - inspired by The Origin of Love song

2007-07-01T06:21:39Z

Title: While The Queen Sleeps
Author: kelles
Fandom: Blood+
Characters/Pairing: Solomon, Haji, Saya, Diva
Challenge: June 2007
Warnings and Notes: The is done for the June Challenge at obscurefandom. The original pairing was Solomon/Saya but it ended up to have a bit of Solomon/Haji, Solomon/Saya/Haji, Solomon/Diva, and Haji/Saya. Possibly AU for the anime. Spoilers? Maybe but not really. The song I had was The Origin of Love from the OST of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I had never heard it before but now like it quite a bit.

Solomon smiled, feeling his presence, as he walked up the stone steps to his queen. Of course he is here, the chevalier mused. He wondered how Haji would react to his arrival. Would the oh-so-silent chevalier consider him an intruder or a comrade?

He walked into the Saya’s resting place quietly but his efforts were unnecessary. Haji was sitting by her side and seemed to be in a trance. All of his attention was focused on the woman he had served for so many years. Solomon stood in the dark watching the two of them, captivated by the beauty of the moment. The two of them appeared absolutely inseparable - almost as if they were one being. He couldn't help but envy the silent chevalier.

Did you take that away from me too brother? Solomon wondered, thinking of Amshell and Diva. Shouldn't he have had that same closeness with Diva? But, Amshell had not allowed any of the chevaliers to watch over Diva while she slept. Instead their queen had been locked away. Solomon remembered the pain of her first hibernation period; not being allowed to see her, to touch her. It was as if a part of him had been ripped away. The chevalier was reminded of that feeling now as he watched the woman he loved and her chevalier.

"It's painful isn't it?" Solomon asked him.

Haji looked up at him and studied his face. "What are you doing here?" He asked, defensively.

"Don't be alarmed, Haji. I just wanted...to see her. I hope you don't mind." Solomon told him as he moved closer to the couple.

Haji turned his attention to Saya. "She wouldn't mind. It's okay. You saved her."

"Arrigato, Haji." Solomon said, sitting on the other side of Saya. "Are you going to answer my question?"

Haji said nothing for several moments; Solomon wondered if he was going to say anything. "Yes," Haji replied quietly. "It is. But not when I'm here. I feel it when I'm away from her."

"Yes, that's when I felt it too." Solomon said to Haji. "Like someone has ripped away a part of you."

Haji nodded, looking at Solomon, uncomfortably. He had never been one to talk about his feelings and he wasn't sure how to react to the other chevalier's questions.

"I'm sorry, Haji. I was just remembering. I felt like that the first time Diva slept. I've often wondered if originally the queen and her chevalier were originally one being. The closeness we feel is like nothing I remember as man."

Haji seemed to consider his words and smiled. "Yes," he replied. "We should probably go. Saya's other visitors will be arriving."

Solomon smiled softly at Haji. "Of course," he answered. "Haji...are you staying with Kai?"

"No," he answered, quietly. Haji kept his eyes focused on the path in front of him. Solomon wondered why the chevalier was avoiding looking at him.

"I would like to offer you a room in my house." Solomon studied Haji's face for a reaction, an emotion, anything, but the chevalier was impossible to read. "I'm sure Saya would approve."

Haji nodded at the other chevalier. "I suppose that it would be---all right."

"Wonderful," Solomon replied, his voice full of excitement. "It's been a bit lonely since..."

"Yes," Haji answered.

Solomon could not help but smile when his former rival accepted his invitation. He had been alone for far too long and Haji had always intrigued him, both as a man and a rival for Saya's affections. He wondered what would happen between the two of them as they waited for their sleeping beauty to wake up. Thirty years was certainly a long time. He could only hope they would move past these awkward conversations. Perhaps they could comfort each other until Saya woke up. It would make the pain of being without her easier to endure. And who knows what would happen between the three of them when she woke up? Visions of what that would be like entered his mind. Solomon hoped that Haji would not notice the slight bulge in his pants. Or maybe I do want him to notice it, Solomon admitted to himself. The next thirty years are going to be interesting, after all.

FIC[Blood+ AU - some spoilers]

2007-06-20T15:41:57Z

EDIT: Made some minor changes for readability and edits.

I finally completed another prompt for fivebyfiction and another chapter for my Blood+ AU fic. It took me awhile because I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with it but I ~~kind of~~ know now. The only spoilers in this chapter are for Saya's & Diva's past that appear towards the beginning I think of the series (as a dream sequence). I am STILL LOOKING FOR A BETA - does anyone on my FL watch Blood+? They are showing on Adult Swim (Cartoon Network). I'll probably edit it 1,396,456,464,564 more times before I post it anywhere else but I'd love it if someone could beta.

Fic: Another Time, Another Place

Chapter 2: Blood & Tears

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Some slight/vague spoilers for Saya's & Diva's past.

Summary: Solomon tries to get closer to Saya as she is released from the hospital. She still has no memory of her past. the people in it, or what she is.

Saya just wanted it to stop - that dreadful sound. She never would have thought she'd prefer the sounds of gunfire and war to anything. What is making that noise? The first time she heard it, Saya thought she was losing her mind, a result of spending too many hours in the hospital bed. She asked all of the other patients and nurses - no one heard it but her. Except for him. Dr. Goldsmith told her that he heard the noise too. He mentioned the sound in passing one night when he was visiting her. The handsome doctor had smiled and said he heard the lovely music. Lovely music? Saya thought to herself, incredulously. She had to wonder if he was entirely sane too. The primitive sound sent a chill down her spine and she couldn’t imagine anyone thinking of it as music. Tonight, it seemed as if whatever was making the noise was calling only to her. That's crazy, whatever is out there doesn't even know I exist, Saya tried to reassure herself.

The door to her room opened and Saya nearly jumped off the bed. What is wrong with me? What am I so nervous about?

"Good---I see you're still awake, Saya.” Solomon said cheerfully. He walked in and admired his favorite patient.

"Yeah, I can't sleep…” Saya started to reply when she was interrupted by a loud sound from her stomach. “...and I guess I’m a little hungry."

“ I knew you would be. The portions we give patients are too small but it can’t be helped because of the war." Solomon smiled at her. "I brought you something from a cafe near my home." He handed her plate with huge portions of roast pork, scallops, and green beans.

Saya's eyes lit up like at sight of freshly cooked food. "Thank you, Dr. Goldsmith, but you really shouldn't have. I mean you don't buy dinners for any of the other patients...” Although she protested, Saya attacked the food immediately.

Solomon sat down in the chair by her bed. "You're right, I don't. But, you're...special, Saya." He stared at her attentively while he spoke.

Saya nearly choked on her food at hearing Solomon's words. Her, special? There isn't anything special about me except I hear those creepy noises that no one else does – besides him. Saya almost laughed at Solomon’s words. Although she wouldn't admit it, hearing him say that she was special made her just a little bit happy. Solomon was the most handsome man she could remember meeting and he had been extremely nice to her. Saya's memories were limited to her time in the hospital but she had met many men since she arrived and none of them made her feel like Solomon. He was special to her too.

"Thank you," she said, smiling shyly.

"I have some good news, Saya." Solomon said, pleased at the effect is words were having on her. "You're condition has improved enough to be released."

"Really? That's...good. I guess." Saya answered. But, it wasn't. She had nowhere to go when she was released. Saya still didn't remember how she even got to Paris, if she had family or friends, or where her home was. She still couldn't remember the face of the person who called her name in her dreams.

"When, umm, are they---you going to release me?" Saya asked uneasily, afraid of the answer.

Solomon moved closer to Saya and took her hand in his. "It's okay, Saya. We're not going to throw you out on the streets." Solomon reassured her. "I have a proposition to make but I don't want to offend you."

“ Proposition?" She asked, trying to imagine exactly what the doctor could have in mind. Saya felt a blush forming on her cheeks, as she thought of doing things entirely improper with the handsome man.

"Yes," Solomon continued. "Although, it's not something I usually do, I'd like you to stay with me after you are released. Your situation is unique. You have amnesia and your blood disorder needs to be monitored closely. You can stay in my home until your memory returns."

“ I don't know, Doctor, I don't think that would be exactly proper. What would---"

Solomon smiled at her; he was hoping her stay with him would not be entirely proper. "I can see how you might think that but let me assure you that there is nothing to worry about. I live alone in a large mansion. It's my family's home. There are so many rooms that we could go days without even seeing each other, if that's what you want.” He paused, studying her reaction. “And I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman."

Saya looked at the young doctor; her instincts told the girl that she could trust him. He had been so kind to her since she arrived in the hospital. Many nights when the noises from outside woke her up, she saw him sitting in the chair and watching over her. She wasn't sure why he did it but his presence made her feel safe. She smiled at the doctor. "No, Dr. Goldsmith, I wouldn't want that. You've been very kind to me." Saya looked down considering his invitation. "Okay, I'll come as long as you're sure it's okay. You've done so much already. I hope someday I can repay your kindness."

"I'm sure you will, Saya." Solomon said as darker thoughts entered his mind. He knew exactly how he'd like to be repaid. He had to remove the thought from his mind. The image of seducing the queen was arousing him. "Then it is settled. I'll prepare your release for tomorrow morning. I have to work but my servants will take care of everything.”

"Servants?" Saya's mouth dropped open in disbelief. Staying in a mansion with servants would be so different from the hospital.

"Yes, I only have three. Don't worry. They’re all very nice people - like you." It was true, everyone that he hired were very nice and very human. Because of how things worked out, Solomon was glad he had not relied on his family for hiring the servants. None of the servants knew about the Goldsmith family or what he was. Hiring innocent civilians had been dangerous; he had to keep some of his peculiar habits a secret but Solomon did not want his brothers knowing he had found their queen's sister. Sorry big brother, he mused, I'm not going to let you ruin my fun just yet.

Solomon sat at the desk in his bedroom in the dark, his eyes closed, listening to the chiropterans. Such a beautiful song, he thought. And she hears it too. The idea excited him, knowing that right now Saya was in her hospital bed, listening to the same song as he. Ahh Saya, how long will it be until you wake up? Before that could happen, her chevalier had to be found. Saya could not awaken until she drank his blood. Only a chevalier's blood can awaken the queen. Amshell had taught him that lesson the last time Diva had awoken. His brother had given him the pleasure of waking up their queen. He had never imagined such pleasure was when he was a human. If only my blood could wake you, Saya..

The phone rang suddenly pulling the chevalier from his fantasies. Damn you, Amshell. You have the worst timing.

"Hello, brother." He answered the phone cheerfully.

"Hello, Solomon. How are things going in Paris?" Amshell asked.

"Everything is going well...for a war. How are my brothers? And Diva?"

"We are well. The research is going rather fine. Karl is entertaining Diva. It has been rather...interesting but the two of them get carried away so easily. Our queen did say she misses you, Solomon"

"I miss her too, brother. Is Karl happy?" Solomon inquired.

"Of course, he is the most content I've seen him in a long time. You'll have to leave the zoo more often Solomon."

He ignored his brother's last cutting remark. Sometimes, it was hard to tell if he was serious. "Did you get the statistics I sent? It appears the mice are lose." Solomon explained to his brother.

"Yes, I received them. They are useful but...I need to verify the damage caused by our mice and not related to the war." Amshell told him.

"But Amshell, these types of casualties could be nothing else," Solomon argued.

"We don't know that. The Germans could have created their own monsters, Solomon. Do some nighttime surveillance in the streets to confirm it is what we suspect." Amshell ordered his brother.

"I'll start patrolling the area tomorrow evening. Today at the hospital was exhausting. I need to rest." He lied. Solomon never got tired.

"Ahh Solomon, you really are taking this doctor thing seriously, aren't you?” Amshell asked derisively. “You do remember it is just your cover for the research."

"Yes, Amshell, of course I remember but I must play the part well or my cover will be blown, won't it?" Solomon reacted defensively.

"I suppose you're right, but you sound so much like you did back then…when you were still a human. Don't get too caught up in playing doctor, little brother.” Amshell warned him.

"You don't have to worry, Amshell. I know what I am." Solomon reassured Amshell. It hurt him that Amshell was questioning his loyalties.

"Take care, little brother. We've heard rumours that Diva's sister is missing from her resting place. One drop of her blood will kill us. Call me immediately if you hear of any sightings, all right?"

"Of course, Amshell. Tell Karl to take care of our queen." Solomon told him amicably.

"It was nice talking to you, Solomon. Good night." Amshell replied, his voice flat without any emotion.

"Good night, Amshell." Solomon said, with a sigh.

Saya couldn't remember ever feeling so content. She was happy that Dr. Goldsmith had brought her the meal. It was so much better than the food they fed her at the hospital and she finally felt full. Saya hoped Dr. Goldsmith had a good cook in his home but felt guilty for even thinking that. There was a war going on, after all. She should be happy to get any food at all, even the bland child size portions from the hospital. But somehow, it was more than that. Saya felt guilty for another reason yet wasn’t sure why. Staying with the doctor almost felt wrong to her. She tried to think, tried to remember the face calling her name in her dreams but still there was nothing. Damn, I'm just giving myself a headache. Maybe I'll just go to sle--- Saya didn’t even finish the thought in her mind before she drifted off and into her dreams.

This dream was brighter than the others; there were no shadows this time. Saya stretched out on the blanket and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her skin. The song he was playing on the cello was beautiful. Somehow, she knew it was the one he always played for her. Saya couldn’t see the cello player; he was turned away from her and her eyes were closed.

"Shall I play it again, Saya?" The cello player asked her.

“Mmmmm….yes. I could stay here all day.” Saya said, happily. “The sun feels so good and the flowers smell wonderful. What kind of flowers are these?”

“They're roses.” The cello player answered quietly.

“I love roses. They're so pretty and I love the way they smell. Please play for me.” Saya asked him again, feeling frustrated he had not started.

“As you wish, Saya,” the man replied quietly.

The Saya in the dream didn’t say his name but it was not because she didn’t know it. She knew that this man playing the cello was hers. Wait, who is he? She asked her dream-self.

The scene changed. She was walking alone down a dark corridor and the scent of roses surrounded her. She watched in horror as the Saya in the dream reached out to open the door. But why? It’s just a door. No, no, don’t open it. She hollered at the Saya opening the door. The dream-Saya opened the door and spoke to a person that she couldn’t see.

“Diva, are you ready to come to Joel’s birthday party?” The dream-Saya cheerfully asked someone on the other side of the door.

No. No. No! Saya screamed at herself in the dream. Don’t let her go. If you do---if you do, nothing will ever be the same. But the dream-Saya couldn’t hear her and she watched helplessly as Diva stepped out of the room. The person called Diva in the dream looked up and smiled at her. She screamed when she saw her face. Diva looked almost exactly like her.

Solomon watched Saya sleep and wondered what she was dreaming of; she seemed restless tonight. Since she had been admitted, the doctor had been spending his nights by her bedside watching over her. Most nights she slept so soundly he wondered if she would wake up when morning came. What are you dreaming about, Saya? I’ve never seen you so restless. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were dreaming about that night in past…when you let your sister out. I wonder if it was as magnificent as what Amshell told me. Solomon pondered, lost in his thoughts.

“No, no, no.” Saya screamed loudly and Solomon’s suspicions were confirmed.

He got up from his chair and tried to wake her. “Saya, it’s okay. It’s just a dream.” Solomon put his arms loosely around Saya to comfort her.

Saya clenched his shoulders tightly as she cried onto his chest. “No, no, no...”

“Saya? Are you okay?” Solomon asked her, enjoying the sensation of the tight embrace. Saya started to dig her nails into his shoulder so tightly he was starting to bleed. Although it hurt a little, the feeling was not unpleasant at all.

“I-I think it was something that happened in my past. Something awful.” Saya’s tears fell onto Solomon’s shirt.

She backed away from him and looked into his eyes. Solomon smiled at her. He could finally see it. The hunger, the thirst, the desire for his blood; it was finally in her eyes. Although, the hunger was barely there, he could see traces of it in her eyes and it excited him. She must be reacting to the scent of my blood, he thought.

“I know, Saya, but it’s over now. Are you---are you okay?” Solomon asked her.

Saya blinked and her eyes went back to normal. “I think so. I just felt kind of strange for a minute. Must be the dream. I have to try to remember it. I saw a few faces and I think I remember some names. Joel and...Diva.”

“Diva? Was she a friend, or family?” He asked in a confused tone of voice.

“I-I don’t know. But she did awful things.” Saya closed her eyes as she remembered the dream.

Solomon stroked her hair and pulled her closer. “Maybe it was just a nightmare.”

“No, I’m sure it happened. It-it felt too real.” Saya said as tears streamed down her cheek.

“It’s okay, Saya. No one is going to hurt you, now.” Solomon told her. I won't let anyone hurt you. Not Amshell. Not Karl. Not even Diva. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.

Solomon chuckled as he walked down the hospital corridor at the recent events and ones yet to come. Ahh Saya, I don't think my big brother or your sister would approve of my plans. Just what are you doing to me? Solomon’s behavior surprised even him. Out of all the chevaliers, he had always been the most loyal. This was more like something Karl would do, not him. Karl was the impulsive brother, the selfish one. Solomon had always done what he was told, even when he didn’t agree. But, this was different - he had her now. He smiled gently, remembering how it felt holding Saya in his arms. Her scent was still with him and his shirt still felt damp from her tears. The sight of the slight glint in her eyes as she thirsted for his blood wholly excited him. Solomon could hardly wait for Saya to fully awaken, but they needed to find her samurai chevalier first.

I wrote a Naruto fic?

2007-06-05T18:10:51Z

This is a Naruto fic I wrote for fivebyfiction and it is dedicated to my wonderful daughter, yoko_chan who I ~~blame~~ thank for forcing me to watch Naruto with her.

Anyone on my FL who is into the Naruto fandom, I'd love feedback because this is the first Naruto fic I've written and I'm a bit nervous about it. *shaking* I'm not completely happy with it but I may edit. Again.

Rated teen for violence.

Title: Promises

Warnings: SPOILERS for manga chapters after the time skip,

Parings: Asuma/Kurenai, Obito/Rin, & the beginnings of Kakashi/Kurenai

Kakashi Hatake remembered his friend's words like the conversation had been only yesterday. Asuma had knocked on his door late that night and Kakashi could see the worry in his eyes. It was the night before he and his team left on their mission would take his life. He had invited him in and the two men shared a cup of tea. Asuma was silent until he finished his tea, hesitant to speak.

"I suppose I should tell you. It's just she made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone until..." Asuma hesitated.

Kakashi, confused as he had ever been, waited for Asuma to speak. "Asuma?"

"You know, I'm going on a mission tomorrow morning, to Akatsuki. I have a feeling that I-I might not be back."

"Does she know?" Kakashi asked.

"Yes, Kurenai knows. She's not too happy about it given the circumstances. But, she knows it can't be helped."

"Circumstances? I don't understand. Everything okay between you two?" Kakashi asked, studying his friend carefully.

Asuma smiled thinking of his beautiful kunoichi. Some men, no most, would think he was crazy, risking his life when he had so much to live for. He wondered himself why they hadn't retired and gotten married years ago. "Of course."

"What is it Asuma?" He knew his friend was hesitating telling him something important and could not figure it out. Asuma was usually so straightforward.

"Well," he started, "it's actually good news, Kakashi. Kurenai just wanted to wait before we told anyone. I think she was afraid it'd be bad luck to make an announcement. With this mission coming up now, I think she might be right." Asuma lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. "I'm going to be a father, Kakashi."

Kakashi nearly fell out of his chair. Asuma and Kurenai were pregnant? He grinned underneath his mask once he recovered. "Congratulations, Asuma." Kakashi said, in a solemn tone. He understood the reason for the visit now. His friend wanted something from him if he didn't make it back. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Asuma smiled, "Good. If I do make it back and she finds out I told you, she'll kill me." He laughed nervously.

"Asuma...what is it?"

"I know it's a lot to ask but---if I don't come back can you watch over her? Make sure she and the baby have what they need. Keep them safe. She's a beautiful woman, Kakashi. I'm sure if I'm gone, she'll be pursued by every pervert in the village."

"And you're not worried about me, one of the biggest perverts in Konoha?" Kakashi asked. He joked to lighten up the mood in the room. The atmosphere was so heavy, it suffocating him.

Asuma smiled genuinely at him. "No, it'd be okay if it were you...or Shikamaru. I'm not saying you have to, Kakashi. I know how you are about committment. But, it'd be all right if it ended up that way." He put out his cigarette and lit another one, studying Kakashi's face for a reaction. "Just be there, for her and the baby---if something happens."

Kakashi smiled and nodded at his friend. "Of course, Asuma."

"I hope I'm wrong, but I have a bad feeling about this mission. And so does she." Asuma got up to leave. "Thank you, Kakashi. This really puts my mind at ease." He opened the door and turned to him before he opened. "Just don't let Gai end up with her. He is a good man, but...I can't stand the thought of Gai raising my kid." Asuma laughed as he walked out the door.

That night was the last time Kakashi had seen Asuma and the very thing his friend feared had come true.

The words came to him as he sat in Kurenai's home, watching her sleep and remembering his agreement with Asuma. He had taken to sleeping on the floor inside her bedroom the past few weeks. Although she initially protested the arrangement, Kakashi insisted. She was about to give birth to the baby and Kakashi knew Asuma didn't want her to be alone when the baby came and he had chosen him to take care of her. He had broken many promises in his lifetime but this was one would keep.

Even though he thought it wasn't even possible, Kurenai was more beautiful now with her full belly then she had been before the pregnancy. He remembered Sakura telling him that pregnant women developed a natural glow which enhanced their beauty. He hadn't believed the medic then, but couldn't deny the truth of her words now. Asuma, he thought, I only wish you could be here to see how beautiful, your woman is now. Kakashi felt guilty because he wanted to lay down beside her, stroke her long black hair, and wrap his arms around her. No, I can't do that, he told himself. She still has a part of him in her body. The copy nin wondered if it was his fear of commitment or the improper feelings that watching her sleep stirred that were preventing him from doing so. It is probably both, he mused. No, sitting here and watching the beautiful kunoichi from a distance was safer, even though doing so became harder each night that he kept watch.

His mind drifted back to another time, when he failed to keep a promise he made to a dying friend. It was a memory Kakashi only thought of when he visited the memorial but the copy nin could not help thinking of it now. Obito had asked him to watch over and protect Rin just as Asuma had asked him to watch over and protect Kurenai. Kakashi had promised Obito that he would protect Rin no matter what but in the end, she had died too. He had failed.

Kakashi knew something had been different about Rin when they left on the mission but told himself she was still upset about Obito's death. After all, he knew the two had been lovers. His death was bound to have a greater effect on her than him. But her performance on the mission still seemed so off. Rin had trouble keeping up with him and they had to stop several times to rest. He couldn't remember a time when Rin had trouble keeping up with him and Obito. There was also the difference he noticed in her chakra. Kakashi kept asking her if she was okay. Was she sick? Had she gotten injured somehow? Rin had insisted she was fine, that nothing was wrong with her physically. She was tired but hadn't he been having trouble sleeping since Obito's death too? Still, he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't take any of the soldier pills. Kakashi knew she brought them on every mission. If she was that tired and needed a boost in chakra why wouldn't Rin use them? Kakashi felt stupid asking her and so he didn't. After all, wasn't she the medic nin?

They had travelled for many hours and were almost to their target. They had stopped again so Rin could rest and Kakashi sensed her chakra was depleted. There was no way she would be able to fight or even heal him if he was inured. Kakashi regretted not stopping sooner and finding a safer place for her to rest.

"Rin, you don't look good. Your chakra..."

"I know. I'm sorry Kakashi. I've just been so tired lately. I thought I'd be okay or I would have asked if you could find a substitute. Maybe if I just rest awhile."

Kakashi smiled at her and nodded. "I think I can handle these guys on my own. Give me a soldier pill. I'll take a few just in case." He didn't ask Rin why she didn't take one. You must have a reason for not taking them, he told himself.

Rin handed him several pills and placed them in his hand. "I guess you want to know..."

"No, we don't have time to talk now. You can tell me later, Rin." He told her and left to attack the enemy.

Rin never had a chance to tell him why she didn't take the solider pills. He found her dead body covered in blood when he returned to the tree.

The enemies had been skilled, more so than Kakashi expected or he would have asked for another team member. They were a group of several missing nin from many different villages, including Hidden Leaf. His mission had been to kill the missing nin from Hidden Leaf but all of them were waiting for him and he was ambushed. If it wasn't for the solider pills that Rin had given him, he wouldn't have survived. He managed to kill his target and several of the other missing nins before noticing some of the others were fleeing from the compound. "What in the hell?"

Kakashi stumbled away from the enemy compound and toward Rin when he heard it---her scream. The nin ran quickly to the spot he had left her but it was too late. Whoever had done this to her was gone and she was dead. "Fuck!" he screamed. Obito's words came back to him at all at once. Promise me, that you'll protect and watch over Rin.

He carried her dead body all the way back to Konoha even though he was barely able to walk himself. His body suffered a lot of damage on the mission and his chakra was drained. It was a miracle that he didn't collapse before reaching Hidden Leaf. Tsunade was the one to find him, passed out just outside of Konoha, clutching Rin's dead body tightly.

She was returning from her vacation with Shizune they discovered them. "I should've known." Tsunade said. "I won too much money in that card game. I never win."

News that would horrify him even more was revealed when he woke up in the hospital. It was Tsunade that delivered it. "Kakashi? I have a personal question to ask you. I don't mean to embarass you but it's neccesary."

"Huh? What is Tsunade-san?"

"You and Rin, what exactly was your relationship?" Tsunade asked.

"What? What do you mean? We were teammates. Friends." Kakashi was glad his mask was covering the blush he felt developing.

"Well...Did you know about Rin's condition?"

"Condition---what condition? She didn't have a condition that I knew of. Rin wouldn't have gone on the mission if anything was wrong with her. Was she sick?"

"No, she wasn't sick. It's just that she shouldn't have gone on any mission in her condition. I'm sure she knew. She was a medic so she had to know."

"Tsunade-san what aren't you telling me?"

"I'm sorry, Kakashi. She was pregnant. Not just one life was lost on the mission but two." Tsunade studied Kakashi carefully as she asked the next question. "Was the baby yours?"

Kakashi nearly fell off the bed. "You think Rin and I were...no-no-no. It wasn't mine. Rin and I, we weren't like that."

That was when the realization hit him. Rin had been pregnant with Obito's child. Kakashi had failed Obito in every way. That knowledge hurt him so much, he didn't want to live.

"It was Obito's child." Kakashi stated coldly.

"I'm sorry, Kakashi. You've lost so much lately. If there's anything I can do, let me know." Kakashi silence was her answer, so the future Hogage left him alone to deal with his pain.

That was then, this is now. Kakashi would not break his promise to Asuma. He would protect and watch over Kurenai until his own death. The copy nin would not fail another friend the way he failed Obito. Kakashi had learned from his mistakes and he refused to let history repeat itself. He glanced at the beautiful woman with the big belly snoring softly in her sleep. Kakashi chuckled as he drifted off to sleep wondering what Asuma's child would look like. I hope the baby takes after Kurenai. You were one funny looking kid, Asuma.

new layout & a little emo-ness

2007-06-05T16:52:08Z

My obsession with Blood+ & Solomon grows. And he is so not my type. ~~WTF? He is an anime character.~~ I usually the like characters with dark or silver hair and especially the ones with glasses. Examples: Jin, Kyoya , Ibaragi Sōtetsu (from Bakamatsu), Kabuto, Ishida (both father & son), Kakashi (no glasses but he IS sex). So I decided to USE my paid account and customize my layout a little. This is Solomon from Blood+ for those that aren't familiar with the anime or manga. He kind of looks like he could be Tamaki's older brother. Hmm...crossover! I have to RP him somewhere. The fics I've been writing are done in his POV. I never do that either - I usually write from the woman's POV. I actually made 2 different layouts but think I'm going with this one. The other is the S2 Expressive style with a header but there are alot of things that buy me about it, like the way all links are underlined and gray I could search for the code but am lazy.

I just found out that my daughter wasn't "selected" for the Networks summer employment program. And I'm pissed. They told her to fill out the application because she was a "priority." WTF? She was really counting on the $ to go to Otakon. She's never had a job outside of the program so I don't even know if she'll find one and if she finds one if she'll be able to keep it. .For some reason the finding that out made me burst out in tears. ~~What is wrong with me?~~ And I still haven't heard from the principal to see if she'll be able to participate in the graduation. She'll receive a diploma but the stupid school has a bunch of rules about participating in the ceremony. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......

I still haven't heard about the job I really, really, really want. I have a feeling I didn't get it because they said they hoped to notify people by last Friday. *cries*

I posted this on DIGG

2007-05-30T17:40:09Z

I was really surprised it wasn't on there already. So if you're a member of DIGG, please "digg" the story. Apparently free speech isn't all that popular. WTF? I still can't believe at the stupidity of it all. I need to make a complaint to LJ. It hasn't affect any of my communities or anyone I know but it is so wrong. What.The.Fuck. Livejournal.

Livejournal has suspended hundred of accounts in response to a Warriors for Innocence complaint that LJ was hosting & promoting pedophiles. BUT many innocent/legitimate journals & communities have gotten suspended as well. Most of those are fandom (including roleplaying journals) or literature related (like one community discussing Lolita).

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Blood+ fic

2007-05-28T02:12:50Z

Wow - I finished another challenge fic for fivebyfiction and I'm actually kind of excited about this one. I love the Solomon x Saya pairing in Blood+ but due to certain events in the series writing it post series is kind of difficult (but not in the manga). I came up with the idea of having an AU set during WWII in France. Solomon was a doctor (before he became chevalier). There isn't much canon for either Solomon or Saya during WWII except Saya would have been awake and Solomon was a chevalier during that time period. So this is totally AU, set in 1940 France. The prompt is "monster." Depending on how the fic goes, it could end up being a long WIP. There are no real spoilers as this is AU, except for a little of Solomon's past but nothing major or earth-shattering really. Anyone who has seen the series (or part of it - at least up to the episode that Solomon was in), I'd love opinions.

EDIT: Thanks to yoko_chan for kind of beta-ing it.

Although, Solomon Goldsmith was pleasantly surprised that Amshell had allowed him to leave the zoo and come to Paris, he wondered why his brother granted his request so easily. The chevalier loved his brother dearly, but after almost fifty years knew him better than anyone. He was certain that Amshell was hiding something from him. That's okay brother, I'm hiding something from you too.

Solomon wasn't sure why he wanted to help the humans in France but the chevalier felt it was his duty. All of France was under attack by the Nazi forces but Paris was being hit the hardest. Although, he had not been human since the first World War, it hurt him to see his country destroyed by the Nazi monsters. He wondered if it was his Jewish faith that fed his hatred towards what the Nazis were doing to his country and people.

Amshell allowed him to leave the zoo for his own reasons. His brother had released chiropterans in Paris to fight the Germans and wanted Solomon to monitor their effect on the war. His mission was simply to observe them while he tended to the wounded French soldiers and civilians. The thought of being a doctor again excited him. The most difficult part of this mission was that he would miss her, his queen. Diva had chosen him as her favorite after he was first turned and the two had become lovers. Of course, even that had been Amshell’s choice but it was Solomon who had enjoyed the benefits. The only reason he was allowed to become Diva’s lover was for Amshell's experiment. His brother wanted to see if they could reproduce. Unfortunately, that never happened but the two remained lovers and Solomon still enjoyed Diva's ravenous appetite for both sex and his blood. It pleased Solomon that she had chosen him out of all her chevaliers to satisfy her needs. He wondered which chevalier was satisfying her now. Perhaps, Karl is in your bed tonight, he pondered. The two of you are so similar, almost like brother and sister.

Solomon worked at a hospital during the day, helping the wounded and easing the pain of the dying. Many nights when he was alone with them, the patients who were dying begged him to end their lives, unable to endure the pain any longer. Although most humans would think Solomon was a monster, he fulfilled their wish and fed on them until their hearts stopped beating. According to Amshell, humans were their food because they were inferior to the Chiropterans. Humans ate animals weaker than themselves, didn't they? It was only natural for Chiropterans fed on humans. Killing humans had rarely bothered Solomon before but in this setting he wondered if had crossed a line. His guilt never prevented him from granting his patients’ wishes. He needed to feed and the victims he chose had little time left in this world. Solomon comforted himself with the knowledge that he was helping them; they died feeling pleasure instead of pain. Wasn’t that what a doctor was supposed to do? Still, being a Chiropteran during wartime was almost too easy, particularly when so many of his patients were dying.

His special “treatments” were nearly discovered one night as he was feeding from a young French woman who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She would have died from the gunshot wounds before nightfall but her blood was still delicious. Solomon could taste the nobility and innocence in her blood. He brought her into his office and was drinking from her when there was a light knock at his door.

“Dr. Goldsmith, sorry to bother you but there’s a new patient and Dr. Lamarck is busy with other patients.” A nurse said from the other side.

Solomon swallowed a mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth. “Can’t he treat her? I was just getting ready to leave. Is that you Rebecca?”

“Yes, Doctor. They brought in about fifty more wounded soldiers, Doctor. I’m sorry, maybe I can find someone else.” Rebecca said, the disappointment evident in her voice .

Solomon hid the nearly dead French woman in his closet and came to the door. Although he was a Chiropteran, a good bit of humanity remained in him. “I suppose one more patient couldn't hurt.” He smiled at the young nurse.

“Oh thank you, Doctor! I know you’re probably tired but this girl… there’s something about her. She doesn’t appear to be injured but the medics who found her said she had been shot in the chest. I couldn't find the wound. And the strange thing is I think she’s Japanese. I haven’t seen anyone from Japan here since the war started.”

Solomon’s eyes lit up as he thought of Diva. Could it be her? No, Amshel wouldn’t permit her to leave the “zoo” alone. Still, he felt something primal inside of him stir the moment he walked outside his office. This feeling was different; it wasn’t how Diva made him feel. He wondered what else could it be?

“She is in room 108, Doctor.” Rebecca smiled at him. “Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Thank you, Rebecca, but you should go home. Didn’t you come in the same time I did?” Solomon asked her. The young nurse looked weak and tired. "You have to take care of yourself so you can care for your patients tomorrow."

She nodded. “Thank, Dr. Goldsmith, you are the best. Next time we work together, I’m treating you to dinner.”

“That will be nice.” Solomon answered, preoccupied with what he was feeling. The chevalier was tempted to invite the young nurse to his home tonight. There were other appetites he needed to satisfy and was certain Rebecca would not deny him but that would have to wait for another night. This stirring inside of him – what was it?

He opened the door to the patient’s room and nearly dropped the patient’s file when he saw her. The girl in the bed was the spitting image of Diva. He dropped the clipboard and leaned up against the wall for several moments, staring at his new patient. She looked just like his queen but instinctively he knew that woman before him was not her. She caused a stirring in him that was not unlike how he felt with Diva. Still, the feeling wasn't quite the same. He cautiously approached the girl, studying her appearance. The girl looked like a 16 or 17 year old teenager. Just like Diva, he thought.

Solomon stood by the new patient's bed and stared at her for several moments. It has to be her, Diva's sister. Amshell told him about Saya many years ago and he always regretted that they never had the chance to meet. Although he loved Diva, she could be so demanding...and brutal. As innocent as she appeared, Diva was more of a monster than any of her chevaliers. Amshell's descriptions of Saya had intrigued Solomon for years. According to Amshell, she was more human than her twin. Meeting her had been his secret wish his since he learned of her existence. Solomon wondered if Amshell knew Saya was in Paris. Had he engineered this meeting? Impossible, he thought. As dangerous as Saya's blood was to them, Amshell surely would have warned him. Or would he? Solomon laughed aloud at his suspicions. Brother, just what are you up to?

The girl stirred in the bed and Solomon picked up her wrist to take her pulse. The patient was suffering from extreme pallor but her breathing and heartbeat were strong. "Just who are you?" The doctor asked as he bent down to pick up her chart from the floor. Solomon reviewed the blood test results and notes from the medic who found her in the streets. Her red and white blood cell count was dangerously low. The medic also reported she had been shot in the chest but like Rebecca said there was not a single wound on her body. Solomon smiled at the discovery. This had to be Saya. He pushed her hair from her eyes and traced her skin lightly, running his fingers to her chest as he searched for evidence of a wound. Her skin even felt like Diva's.

The girl opened her eyes suddenly and shouted at him. "What-what are you doing?"

Solomon jumped back, startled by her sudden awakening. "Calm down, Miss. I was looking for your wound. The soldiers said you had been shot. I'm sorry if I startled you." He smiled pleasantly at her. "I'm Dr. Goldsmith. You are at the Val de Grace hospital in Paris. Are you in any pain?"

Saya eyed the doctor cautiously and started to blush. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything. I think I'm just confused. How did I get here?" Her stomach growled loudly. "Sorry," she said, looking down, getting even more embarrassed. "I'm not in pain but can I have something to eat?" she asked. "I'm starving."

"I think we can do something about that." Solomon said, smiling at her. "But, your red and white blood cell counts are extremely low. It is surprising that you're still alive. We need to give you a blood transfusion first."

The girl frowned at his statement. "But, I'm hungry. Can't I have a little something to eat before you start the sticking needles in me?" She looked at him like a lost puppy.

He couldn't resist her request. "Hold on a second." Solomon pulled out a chocolate bar from his coat pocket. "Do you think this can hold you for awhile?"

The girl nodded eagerly and snatched the candy from his hand; she devoured it in a matter of seconds. "Arigato," she said, licking her lips.

Although the girl before him looked like an innocent teenager, she was indeed a monster like him. He couldn't help staring at her as she licked the last of the chocolate from her lips. Solomon forced himself to look away from her mouth and their eyes met for several seconds. They were what was different about the two queens, their eyes. Saya's were warm and brown - so different than Diva's cold blue eyes. "Do you know your name? One of the army medics found you alone, laying in the street." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, still a little rattled from her beauty. Solomon didn't tell Saya that everyone else found on that street had been dead, killed by the Nazi monsters.

The girl stared into space for a moment and then her eyes lit up. "I don't know how I got here or anything...really, but I do remember something. Someone, I think he was a man, called me Saya."

Solomon had to fight to retain his composure. It is you, he thought. The chevalier had known it in his heart but hearing Saya say her name confirmed it as fact. Right now all he could think about is that the girl before him was even more beautiful than his queen. "That's good, Saya. I'm sure the rest of your memory will come back in time. I hope the gentleman who you remember is all right." Solomon didn't want to lie but he couldn't tell her his true feelings. The person calling for Saya had to be her chevalier, Haji, and Solomon wished more than anything that he was dead.

Blood Ties, new Blood+ fic, & need beta

2007-05-23T14:56:04Z

I finally got to see the "season" finale of Blood Ties. I must say I was please. Norman is such a great villian and all the great Henry/Vicky moments had my inner fan girl squeeing. I wish there was more erotic fan fiction for the pairing. I'm still hoping dracschick will write some Henry/Vicky smut even though I know she's busy with editing for her novel and teaching. I'd write some myself but I want to read the novels and I haven't had the $ to get them. Maybe this week, I'll order them from Amazon.

Speaking of writing, I think I've finally got my muses back. I completed my first first fivebyfiction and even posted a Blood+ fic I had written awhile ago (after some serious editing) to FF.net. Woa. Any Blood+ fans on my FL? Please, pretty pretty please, read? Can hardly believe it myself. Also, I'm nearly done the first prompt for my AU Blood+ fic. I really need ike a beta for that fic because it could end up being more than 5 chapters. There aren't really any spoilers (well maybe a few about Saya's & Diva's past but not for the current timeline of the anime). I'm kind of excited about it. The fic will be an AU set during WWII. I realized there wasn't anything in the movie, anime, manga, or novels for the WWII timeline. The fic will be Solomon/Saya set during WWII in France. It might end up being Solomon/Saya/Haji later. The rating will probably go up to "M." The premise for the fic is that Solomon finds a weakened & amnesiac Saya during the German attacks on France. Also is there any one on my FL that hasn't seen Blood+ and likes vampires, particularly moral vampires, you must watch it. Adult Swim is showing it and I'd be happy to upload the subs for anyone who wants to see it and can't. It is a great anime and doesn't get enough love.

I went to an award ceremony for yoko_chan yesterday. She is graduating this year and the vocational program she attends had special recognition for many of the students. I am proud of her because school is a struggle for her. Not because she's not smart because she is very intelligent but she does have nonverbal LD (NLD) and ADHD which can make school crazy hard. Not many people (or teachers) understand NLD because most LD's (like dyslexia and others) are language based. People with NLD are typically very smart but suck at math and geography. The schools are geared towards those with language based LD's so it makes things incredibly hard. NLD, like ADHD causes problems with executive function (like organizational skills and getting lost) so it is often confused with ADHD although you can have both. NLD is also similar to Aspergers but not as severe. Okay, I'll shut up now. I just know a lot about it because both my kids (and possibly me) have NLD. Today I have an IEP meeting for my son since this year he failed 2 subjects. I feel guilty because I let him go off of his meds because he said he could handle it. Well, he was wrong. Damn, I liked it better when my kids were in elementary school.

Samurai & Champloo fic, part 1/5 - WTF, I'm writing?

2007-05-18T16:33:23Z

I've actually started writing again. I can't believe it myself. It feels so good to write. This is part 1 of a Jin & Fuu fic I'm writing for
fivebyfiction
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The theme is truth. But, it is actually also equally Mugen & Fuu. I'm a Jin/Fuu shipper because Jin = hawtness but after watching the last episode three times I'm convinced Fuu loved them both equally. This is the first chapter of a longer fic (for the prompts of the challenge). And no, this is not going to be a threesome fic - more like a love triangle. I don't really see Mugen and Jin together ~~even if most of the fandom does.~~

Since it has been so long since I've written anything, I'd love feedback. Though, please be gentle.

Title: Tangled
Rating: Teen (for Mugen's bad language - but it is Mugen) and some groping by an OC
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Pairings: Jin/Fuu and Mugen/Fuu
Theme: Truth
Summary: Fuu finally admits the truth to herself about her feelings for her old traveling companions.
Notes: Takes place 5 years after the end of the series. Fuu's relationship with both Jin & Mugen has remained platonic - much to her disappointment.

Although she never wanted to admit the truth to herself, Fuu still thought about the two of them almost every day. It was hard to believe that five years had passed since their journey ended. Jin and Mugen, the two were so different and yet so much the same. Fuu grinned remembering bits and pieces of their journey. They had been as different as night and day and yet something about the two men was the same. She poured herself a cup of sake and sat down at the table inside her small cottage. Fuu thought it was funny how they all ended up living near each other. Mugen lived in village a little to the north of her and Jin lived in a small town to the south. The two of them would visit the tea house she worked a few times a year, but never at the same time. Fuu wondered what that would be like if the three of them were together. If only, she thought. She missed the way the two of bickered, although back then they drove her crazy. Fuu was always afraid the two men were going to kill each other.

Much to her regret, neither one of them had made a pass at her during their visits. She thought for sure Mugen would after a few years. She was prettier than most of the women he left the tea house with, but he only flirted and teased her. Bastard, she thought. What do they have that I don't? One night when when they both stayed at the tea house long after everyone else had gone home, she asked him. His answer made her to drop her cup and turned her a dark shade of red.

“Itttsss because I care about you, Fuu." Mugen slurred his words. "You shoulda known that. Stupid broad. You deserve a good guy, honey. I ain’t a good man.” Mugen winked at her. “Aww, look I made you blush.” Mugen took another drink of sake. “I’d kiss you but...aww shit.”

For a second Fuu thought that he was going to kiss her. Mugen put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her like he never had before. Their lips almost met but then those stupid women ruined the moment.

“Mugen! What’re you doing here? We were waiting for you at the inn.” Two voluptuous and obviously drunk women called to him from the door. One of them glared at Fuu.

“Jus’ a second.” He got up slowly, never taking his eyes off of Fuu. “You know it’s better this way.” He lowered his voice and his tone got serious. “Find yourself a good man, Fuu. You know, someone to take care of you. Because if anyone hurts you, I will kill him.” He started to walk away but glanced back at her.

“Somebody like---what’s name? That damn silent samurai. I know you were jealous of that girl he had. But, he’d treat you right.”

Fuu blushed again and threw her sake cup at him. “What? You-you-you wish I was jealous. You pervert! Just get out of here Mugen, before I throw you and your friends out”

Mugen smirked at her. “Aww don’t be jealous of them bitches. They ain’t nuthin but a good fuck---“

“Good night, Mugen!” Fuu cut him off and walked, not ran, into the kitchen. She couldn’t let him see her face because then he’d see the disappointment in her eyes. It was easier to run and hide than admit the truth.

Maybe she was jealous of Jin. The ronin would stop by for a meal or a cup of tea when he had business in town. Fuu enjoyed his visits just as much as Mugen's, even if they were different. Jin was an assistant instructor at a dojo and the job suited him well. He came to Fuu’s village to see the sword maker and other craftsmen – or at least that is what he said. Fuu sometimes wondered if he could be coming to see her. Or was that just what she wished for? His visits seemed to be becoming more frequent, even though the distance between the two of them remained the same. Damn him, she thought. Even now, after all these years, he wouldn’t let her get any closer.

The last visit had left her stunned and she wanted to see Jin again to find out if things could change between them. One of the regulars had drunk too much sake and wouldn’t leave her alone. Fuu hadn’t minded it too much, she had gotten used to that kind of thing. At least someone realized she was a woman, even if he was a perverted teenager.

“All come home with me, Fuu-chan. You know you want to. How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid”?

“That is none of your business, Shinji! If you don’t leave me alone, you won’t be allowed back---“ Fuu stopped mid sentence when she felt a hand on her breast. The brat had gone too far.

“Or are you still a virgin? Let me turn you into a woman. I promise you won't regret it.” The boy whispered into her ear.

“You little pervert! Just what do you think you’re doing?” She turned around to punch him but saw Jin had him by his neck.

“You don’t talk that way to a lady.” The samurai said quietly, tightening his hold around the boy’s neck.

“Jin?” Fuu asked, confused as hell. When had he come in?

“I’m sorry, Fuu-chan. I didn’t know you had guards here! I was only kidding around.” Shinji cried out. “Please Fuu-chan, don’t let him kill me.”

“Jin, let him go. He’s just a harmless perverted brat.” Fuu glared at the boy who ran out of the teahouse the minute Jin loosened his grip.

“I’m taking a break.” Fuu announced. They sat down and shared a cup of tea and some rice. Fuu couldn’t stop smiling, thinking of how Jin defended her honor.

“Thank you, Jin.” Fuu said. “But you know I could have handled that little brat. I don’t need you to rescue me like…”

“Like all the times Mugen and I rescued you on our journey.” Jin continued to eat. “The boy wasn't listening to you.”

“Yeah, like those times, but I’m not a 17 year old kid anymore, Jin.” Fuu said. “Well, Shinji’s not very good at listening but I was going to make him. I have my ways, you know.” Fuu noticed Jin staring at her and she felt herself starting to blush. The samurai was looking at her so intensely. “But, thank you.”

“You’re right about that, Fuu,” Jin said. “You’re not a kid any longer.” He continued to stare at her and as much as she wanted to Fuu couldn’t look away. She was in another world for a few moments and didn’t even hear her boss call her name three times to pick up an order until he started screaming.

“I-I-I have to get back to work." Fuu got up from the table reluctantly. "I'll talk to later, right?”

“Perhaps,” Jin said and peered deeply into Fuu’s eyes again and then looked away suddenly. “I have to meet with Taima-sama soon.”

Fuu smiled at him wishing she could think of a polite way to ask him if he wanted to stay with her tonight. It wouldn't be proper but Jin was so damn sexy tonight. Fuu was tired of formalities. An image of the samurai, shirtless and his hair down, entered her mind and she felt her body get warm.

“Fuu!!! We have customers waiting for their food!” The chef screamed.

Fuu got up so quickly that she didn’t have time to say good bye. She felt Jin’s eyes on her as she served the other customers but avoided looking at him. If their eyes met again, Fuu was afraid she’d end up covering the customers with their orders. By the time things slowed down, Jin had left.

“Damn it,” she said. “I wanted to say good bye.”

“To that sexy samurai – I don’t blame you one bit. He was watching you, Fuu.” Tomie, one of the other servers winked at her. “Oh I almost forgot. That samurai said he had to go but he’d talk to you next time he was in town.”

“Thanks, Tomie.” Fuu sighed, disappointed she didn’t even see him leave.

“I’ll tell you one thing, Fuu. If it were me, I would already have done more than talk with him.”

“Shut up, idiot! We’re just friends. It’s always been like that between Jin and me. I’ve known him for ten years." Fuu sighed. "He only thinks of me like a kid sister.”

“Wake up, Fuu! The way he was looking at you. That isn’t the way one looks at a friend or a sister. Well, not unless they’re friends with benefits or if they have sinful feelings towards their sister.”

“Friends with benefits? What are you talking about, Tomie?” Fuu asked, confused. All friends had benefits didn’t they?

“Fuu, I swear when it comes to sex, you are so naïve.”

“And you are such a pervert, Tomie.” Fuu replied. But maybe, Fuu thought, it wasn't so bad to be a pervert. She doubted that Tomie would be sleeping alone tonight, unlike her.

It had been a month since that night and neither Mugen nor Jin had been to see her. God, she thought, I hope they come by soon. She missed the two men, as hard as it was for her to admit it. She really did love them both, even though they were so different. I can’t love two men, she told herself, it just isn’t proper. I don’t want to be like Tomie. But, she did love them, both Mugen and Jin. She had fallen in love with them during their long journey to find her father. Although five years had passed since they parted, her feelings remained the same.

When they had parted, Fuu thought she would meet another man, fall in love and get married. There had been many who pursued her over the years and she had even turned down a few serious marriage proposals from good men. There was nothing wrong any of those guys. They probably could have offered her a good life but they weren’t them. The truth is, she thought, after all these years, my heart still belongs to those damn men.

snapped back to reality

2007-03-20T01:30:40Z

My extended medical leave reprieve from work ended today. I had to go back to work. Damn it was hard. I know I had to go back but after 3 weeks...it was practically impossible. The day wasn't too bad and I'm not as tired as I'd have thought but I would so rather be home ~~watching movies & anime and reading.~~

My hand is feeling pretty good although it is still a little sore. Guess that is to be expected though. It doesn't hurt when I type but when I have to write (as in by hand), it hurts quite a bit.

One of the best parts about being off for 3 weeks is I got to see a lot of movies/anime and read manga that I never would've had time for. I'm going to make more time life for movies and reading. I tried to get a an elliptical exercise machine but my plans got foiled. They failed to mention they could not deliver into my apt due to insurance. WTF? I have find a place that will because I can't exactly carry a machine over 150 lbs. Of course they didn't mention it when I called to arrange delivery. Grrrr.... I want an ellepitcal so I can lose weight. :(

I saw a bunch of movies that I'd been meaning to for awhile. And yes, I know mostly everyone else has seen them but I take awhile to catch up.

I finally watched Crash. It really was an amazing film in every way. The acting was amazing and the the subject matter - well very thought provoking. I loved Terrence Howard in it. And I was surprised at Ryan Phillipe's performance. ~~It was good.~~ I also watched Syriana.
Very intense movie and it was interesting to see George Clooney in a role that he didn't look particularly sexy in ~~except that he is always sexy even when he's tries not to be.~~ The movie had such an intricate plot that it could be hard to follow (but wasn't) if you weren't giving the paying attention. It really made me think about the US and it's policies in the Middle East as well as how fucked up things are in the Middle East. Politics fucks so much shit up. Another movie I watched that was unlike either of those two was Izo. It was directed by Takashi Miike who happens to be my favorite Japanese director. He is most well known for his violent shock movies like Ichi The Killer and Audition but he also did Happiness of Katakuris which was like Hollywood musical set at a hotel where everyone dies. Anyway... Izo is the "sequel" to the 1969 movie Samurai movie, Hitokiri. It was probably one of the most violent and bizarre movies I've ever seen but interesting. From Wikepdia: Miike's portrayal of the character (or rather his spirit) transcends reality (and time and space) and is more of a surrealist exposé of Izo's exceedingly bloody yet philosophical encounters in an afterlife heavy on symbolism. Definetly not for the faint of heart.

I also got to watch some fansubs and am getting myself ~~and my daughter~~ addicted to some new series.

Shana. I downloaded the dual audio from Real Anime Extreme. I saw a good review on ANN and it sounded interesting even though the art style took some getting used to. Most of the characters are drawn with HUGE eyes. The characters are great even though it is a little crackish at times but in a good way. Swords and a book of revelations are used to defeat the bad guys. And the bad guys are awesome demon types that devour "existences" to gain power. The first villian had a doll fetish and the current villians are a young incestuous brother/sister. Creepy but awesome. Real Anime Extreme has direct downloads for a lot of series they are encoding on their site ~~and you don't have to register to download.~~ There's also a manga for Shana which I might upload. I just started watching Bakumatsu Kikansetsu Irohanihoheto which seems like a somewhat historically acurate samurai anime set in feudal Japan. I have a thing for anything samurai <3 and the characters are interesting. A ronin and a theatre troupe pair up for revenge. And the art is so pretty.

I finally read The Historian which I bought myself for Christmas. I enjoyed it quite a bit. It was different than what I thought it was a great read.

Also finally read all of X-1999 and I can't say how much I loved it. Clamp is just awesome ~~espeically the way almost every character is bisexual.~~ Damn it - I want more X but there is no more. :( I also started a new manga called Kain which is reminds me a little of FMA but not really.

I want to get back into roleplay since I'm carpal tunnel free and am thinking of what character to apply for on polychromatic.
I kind of lost interest with Heinkel in addition to my surgery. I would like to RP someone who isn't Hellsing because I'm losing my interest in the series but maybe someone who could join the Hellsing organization. Maybe Saya or Solomon from Blood+? I've also decided to start writing again. I miss it.

And thanks to dracschick for recommending Blood Ties. I never read the books but want to now. I am hooked on the series. Of course that could be because the actor who plays Henry is hot.

Who me? Waste time at work

2006-12-05T17:43:32Z

So it looks like my job unblocked Livejournal and I can get on... I must resist the temptation to waste all my time on LJ. It is hard because I've done all my work and don't have anything to do. I'll probaby play on it for a few hours. My posting/replying should be more frequent ~~since I can access it from work.~~

I finally posted to my POLY RP journal,gunslinging_nun . I didn't mean to but last week I had the pleasure of my period complete with killer cramps and this weekend I aggravated a pinched nerve in my neck by climbing into my kitchen cabinet. I was trying to run an ethernet wire to pyroinsomnia's room. I'm so tired of the wireless connection glitches.
Unfortunately, the the damn wire didn't want to fit into a hole that was plenty big enough. WTF? Since Saturday night, I've had constant pain in my neck, upper back, and shoulder. And being on the PC is very, very, bad for it. It doesn't help that 99.9% of my job is on the PC ~~and I spend most of my free time at home on it~~. I will make sure I post from my RP & this journal regularly though ~~because I can post from work~~. Okay, I'll stop whining now. I think next month I'll sign up for Pip if he is still available.

I can't believe Christmas is coming. I have managed to get some stuff for my kids and am way more done than I was last year. I still need to get my parents even though I'm not sure I'll even see them on Christmas because my mom is a crazy bitch. Not sure about sending my oldest daughter something. She isn't really talking to me but I may give her a gift card for Amazon or something. She is away at graduate school and I don't think she's coming home for the holidays. I swear, I really wish my family wasn't so fucked up and we could have at least a somewhat normal relationship.  It shouldn't suprise me though. My mom went years not talking to her mother (my grandmother) and she doesn't speak to her own brother. My dad's family is screwed up too. He only sees a few (out of 12) of his own brothers & sisters.

I also have an anime rec: Mushishi. I know I've mentioned it before but I have nothing but love for the series. It is incredible. Not like any other anime you've seen.  The anime is both spiritual and supernatural. In a way it reminds me a little of Miyazaki's movies. It doesn't hurt that the main character, Ginko, is hot as hell. For anyone who is into Naruto: Kakashi is his reincarnation. Or he is Kakashi's reincarnation. I might upload a few episodes to spread the love. It has got to be one of the most under-rated series ever.

Has anyone been reading the scanlations of Trinity Blood manga? On the TB forum, they stopped posting links at chapter 12. I finally found chapters 13 & 14. *is happy* The manga has much more yaoi fan service. <3   but my favorite ship is still Esther/Ion ~~but why does she have to look so much like a human fish.~~ I found it on free_manga .  They have almost any manga that has been scanlated - even the hard-to-find stuff and raws for stuff that hasn't been translated.

In other news. The Eagles finally won! I stayed up late to watch the game with my son and they ~~didn't choke~~ won. Is it wrong that It totally made my night?