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[Generation Kill] Fandango 7 / 7

Title: Fandango
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Brad Colbert / Person
Ray Rating: R
Party: 7 / 7 (Chapter 1-6 )
Summary: The day of reckoning.
Notes: written for the HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt

Prompt: "claws of iron in a velvet glove."

"Did you have a lot in this period, Joshua Ray is real. "
An alarm bell rang in the mind of Ray to hear his full name, the hangover instantly disappeared as he watched Brad Colbert looming over him. It did not seem really pissed off, but this did not mean much. Only civilians screaming with anger, weep with sorrow, laugh because they are happy, they kill out of hatred. A Marine is as far from a civilian can be. Thus, the apparent calm of Brad Colbert could mean everything and nothing.
"Ah," said Ray disheartened, "I was just wondering when you'd pulled off the topic. For a moment I had hoped that the joy of being with me you had shortened the memory. "
"The enormous - and unwarranted - optimism on your part."
"Yeah," agreed Ray good, "that you are a sweet kind."
"No, you're not," Brad ruled inflexible, "you are a bastard opportunist, ready to take whatever you want wherever you know you can find it, without anything that does not heal you of your fun."
"Maybe you're right, Bradley" piqued said Ray, "but then, because it follows a bastard never equal what you are mine? From you'll never get anything cheap, "and to emphasize his words, waved under his nose wearing the bracelets on her wrists.
"Yeah, why?" Brad was asked thoughtfully, "in fact, that I have not yet understood."
"Hey, I'll explain myself," Ray offered willingly, "just ask, good Ray-Ray is always willing to share with those less fortunate than her intelligence." Took a deep breath before continuing with a hysterical note in his voice, "the truth, my dear Bradley, is that I ', lifted a little' and the expression on his face became suddenly angry," are a mentally ill. They are psychologically disturbed. A masochist. This is the fucking truth. "
said that they threw down their lips in a tight bend stubborn.
"Why do not you tell me you love me?" Brad said with a half smile on his lips.
"Now I'm not going."
Brad laughed, eerie calm on the beautiful face glabrous.
"Do you think that this madness will last you ... what? A month, six months? ".
"Even less," said Ray dismayed with the expression, "if you do not know me from a move that will run out long before that we can do something."
The smile had not left the face of the sergeant.
"Well, I'd better take advantage of you while I'm still in time, as you rightly suggested."
Brad lifted from him and grabbed him badly, then turned on all fours and pulled down his pants.
"What the hell do you think?" Ray shouted in alarm, forcing up the handcuffs on his wrists and struggled furiously write down in the iron grip of the sergeant, who kept him bedridden, claw firmly by the neck. And here it is tangible and real, the picture drawn from the depths of memory, where a large man by the fervor and divine forces to bend a young adolescent blond curls from her face and terrified, and is binding on his young son with his big knife . A knife that he had already tried many times the innocent blood of lambs, in the hands of the pious butcher who was in the blood of his victims the way to God A cold shiver went through the back of Ray, for the first time saw the shadow that had awakened, and its size above it, and praise him. Bent, unseen, her lips into a smile: finally had arrived in the dark heart of the monster and we had found the images blasphemous and perverse that a debauched hustler had delivered 500 of the Italian all'imperitura adoration of the faithful, masking it behind a sacred subject . At his age, and despite everything he had seen and done some things upset him like when he was younger could not. A shudder shook the limbs, was born in the depths of his soul crumpled to reveal that the capacity of his immortal spirit to create the most vibrant melodies was not lost, but only dormant waiting for the able player able to make it vibrate from its lowest note, to the top of its register.
could not see Brad, but his heart lost more than a few beats as soon as he heard that the sergeant was removing his belt. For a moment, panic took his breath, then began fighting for his life, struggling, yelling and insulting his sergeant, the merciless close Brad was definitely leaving the purple bruises where forced him to obedience. The fight
useless Ray left him breathless and sweaty, still a prisoner. He was furious, Brad could not really think of him a thing, it would never let him. Never.
'It's time for your reward, Joshua Ray, "Brad whispered softly," you're ready, Corporal? ".
"Let me go," Ray shouted in response, "You perverted bastard. I'll make you pay dearly for this, you understand me? Very ... asshole. "
And then the first blow fell upon him. It was painful, a loud pop and then a volley of fire that ran from his seat to radiate throughout her body. Ray groaned, a low, guttural sound escaped from his throat that he could not control themselves, and Brad went on, after belted belt. The sergeant was not saving anything to his corporal, Ray felt the pain that was cruel, agony of fire on the white skin. Tears began to furrow the cheeks of Ray, and he could not stop them, as well as he could not stop pleading moans that escaped from his thin lips.
Ray lost track of time, unable to concentrate on anything else that was not the scourge and fire, pain and love from the open door of his heart invaded everything, every nerve ending, every cell of his body, his whole being was burning only Brad Colbert. After what seemed an eternity, the shots stopped, leaving Ray trembling, his face streaked with tears, his cock hard as a rock. Brad was silent behind him, the only sound that Ray felt it was the frantic beat of his heart and his breathing. Brad stroked his big hands in the wounds he had inflicted, gently brushing the skin glowing. Ray was so close, so close. Brad decided pressed scarlet bruise on his hand while the other seized him between his thighs, and Ray shaking orgasm exploded from the ground up. Waves of pleasure lashed his body, and the pain brought enjoyment to heights never reached before.
"Good boy," Brad whispered to your ear, "my obedient child. Are you ready for me now, is not it? ". Ray felt the bird Brad press against her opening and easily slip inside him.
"You're such a good boy, my Ray," Brad's voice trembled, his self-control was the limit, "will do whatever I want, I will accept anything from me, because you're mine. Not so, baby? ".
"Yes," Ray said in a voice that did not recognize her as Brad and sank within him, giving up all control, and any hesitation, fiercely, desperately, finally accepted fully, finally home.

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[Fanfiction] Life by Life - Part One [R] Crazy Week


Title: Life by Life
Author: GreenRebel
Rating: R
Genre: sad, melancholic, introspective
Alerts: OOC, Angst, Paranormal, MPREG! ! (DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT READ)
Summary:
"Seven weeks and two days." He said the doctor.
'Crack' had the heart of Simon.
and stomach, Bill had remained silent. But it was twisted in a knot so tight breathtaking, much like those formed in his throat and caused the tears from pouring too long withheld from his cheeks in streams.
But he was terrified, or just happy?

Life by Life

"Seven weeks and two days." He said the doctor.

'Crack' had the heart of Simon.

and stomach, Bill had remained silent. But it was twisted in a knot so tight breathtaking, very similar to that formed in his throat and caused the tears too long withheld from the river poured into her cheeks.

But he was terrified, or just happy?

≈

The day before

Urla. Plant.

Then moans and groans.

And then nothing, only his mother's heavy breathing, interrupted occasionally by a few solitary sob.

could almost see, if trying a little imagination, his head resting on the knees of Bill Simon and the hand of him that stroked her hair, sorry to be so much pain and the same time unable to prove it. The woman's body was curled up with knees to the chest, to hold almost all the world outside. Perhaps at that time wanted to keep him out too, Tom. Certainly not Bill. Bill would not have been allowed to stay out of his mother, never. Even if they wanted both.

Tom imagined all this, but in truth could not be sure. He could only confirm this if he had the balls to lower the handle and push the fucking door. And he would say then?

"Sorry, Mom," ?

What? On being a filthy child?

"Sorry, Bill," ?

would have heard this phrase as his own. Most suitable. But say it would mean admitting you were wrong, and therefore acknowledge that the situation had something in it.

There could be no truth.

could di Non. Be.

And he wanted to stay out of all that shit.

≈

The day before

"So what? This will last very pathetic game of silence? "

Tom in response crossed arms and pursed lips as if to force them not to hatch for no reason, and walked into his eyes lowered.

Bill let out a laugh, unable to take very seriously, and too suddenly because the sister could stop her, clung to his arm and leaned her head to her neck.

Al rasta did nothing more than a few seconds to realize the gravity of the situation, stare in amazement, hurry up and push away six feet of pole strung with force to the left half of his body.

"Are you crazy?," He hissed, as she looked around, worried to death that someone had caught that gesture too affectionate, too intimate and too complicated. "We're right in town!"

Bill delightfully curled the upper lip, snorting fun. "In a tiny village. That probably does not have a music store. And if it has, will never have seen even from far away a CD that can even resemble our own. "retorted him, enjoying the blush that was going to paint the strip of skin behind the ear of his brother. "Relax. And then, with this estate, who want to recognize us? "

In fact, they were wrapped by several layers of clothes, even their faces were vaguely recognizable, and since in a mountain village like that in winter the temperature dropped several degrees below zero, even they did not give too much attention.

course, huge sunglasses in the middle of January might seem eccentric, but the inhabitants of those parts were not much attention to the oddities of the tourists.

"Okay, maybe we do not recognize." Admitted Tom, angrily, and once established that really no one seemed to notice them, began to walk. "But maybe I do not want you to do it."

Bill was to raise eyes surrounded by eye-liner to the sky, then remembered however that the twin could not notice it, given the lenses that covered half of the face, and gave up. "And why - perhaps - you should not want it?" Poked him, following him close behind. "Just because I asked you what is serious to you our report?"

For the second time in a few minutes, Tom stopped suddenly, so suddenly that his brother continued to walk for a couple of steps before realizing that he had stopped.

"Bill," he gave up, destroyed. "You want to keep that damn mouth shut ?

The dark, as the glasses allowed him, he could see the facial muscles contracted by Tom tension.

"I just want to talk." He murmured. There was no trace of maliziosità enjoyed it a little earlier, in his voice. "Only ... understand."

Tom shrugged his shoulders and covered with a stride of the short distance separating him from Bill, on his journey. "There is nothing to understand. No report. We're not together, it was just ... "he paused. Perhaps because he could not find the words, maybe they just did not know what to say. Maybe not just knew.

"... sex?" Bill came to his aid, doubtful. That single word was oozing skepticism from every letter, and it was easy to guess that he would in no way convinced of the veracity of its statement.

Instead, they seemed completely convinced Tom, because he nodded vigorously. "Exactly," praised him. "Just what I was going to say."

"Just what you could have said two years ago, Tom," it urged the sister, raising his arms in anger, in perfect style diva . O last year. Not now, not anymore. The first time could be just sex. The second, okay, and the third, but after the fourth can not be convinced. "If he could meet his gaze through the lens, would have seen that yes, he believes he was right. "Have you stopped to fuck groupies, when you could have as many as you want, but you make do with me, you only ever me ..." he tried to grab her hand, but his brother with an automatic movement put her out of her scope.

"It means nothing." He replied, ignoring her puffy affected. Initially, when I refused, you realize how much hurt and Bill tried to remove him as gently as possible. Then, over time, instead of bursting into tears Bill puffed out his cheeks and stamped his feet, and Tom felt free to be grumpy as he pleased.

Bill was a fucking spoiled little boy. After each night demanded a little bit more in the heart of Tom, as if he belonged to it all. Became more oppressive and pedantic, and despite everything he still fuck. Perhaps because he liked all the attention, even if it did nothing to prove.

"significant" Bill pointed out, pedantic. "You feel something for me and rebuke."

"And even if it were true, I think seriously interested in something?"

Could take a mischievous twinkle in the look of the twin, almost diabolical. "I'm sure that soon you will find it very interesting." He gave a toothy smile, accompanied by a friendly pat on the shoulder, which had no more effect than a weak pinch. "What you'll find me very interesting."

Before Tom could give an actual value to that statement, Bill spoke again. "Stop, we have arrived."

The Rasta froze before a small shop with a sign faded and found the goal for which he had to put up with his twin brother for ten, long minutes. "A chemist? What the hell do you need to ... "

But his brother had disappeared inside the small building, after having launched a " You wait here! " live on Speed .

Within minutes he returned, and decided that Tom would not hear anything at all about that story when he read just bought the box from Bill the words "pregnancy test".

It did not, damn question, and the silence was more sad, cold and extremely painful that Bill had ever experienced in his life.

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today

When Bill was first suspected of being pregnant, had wandered to his hotel room until he had decided that having a child by the love of his life was a blessing from heaven.

When the test had proved positive, he was convinced of being happy, and at the same time he was sure he would not have felt the warmth warm the stomach and was supposed to cry, scream, and thinking about suicide.

Too confused on why it was so strangely quiet instead, he called his mother. Simon rushed by his son, as fast as only a mother can be worried, and was desperate for him. Seeing her pain out, and unable to attend, watching it only as a spectator that warm feeling just a little bit 'of embarrassment at not being able to console the poor wretch, Bill knew that that pain was not even his. Not belong to him, simply. Annoying tickle that he felt it was only a slight disappointment, caused from having unleashed so much suffering in the poor woman of his mother. But just slight, little by little, just a creeping in the pit of my stomach.

not thought of having to apologize for the only reason for bringing in the lap TJ.

TJ Tom Junior was on and when the little creature symbolized by Bill. The boy had mental note to search on Google the real name of Snoop Dog. Maybe if it was acceptable to have added to the list from which he and Tom would have chosen the name of the baby. Tom probably would have appreciated.

Simon, after recovering from the crisis so incredibly fast - it was still a mother who had to attend to her child - had contacted a private clinic to arrange a visit. His last resort. The last, thin lifeline which kept her anchored to the possibility that it was all a mistake of assessment.

Then the doctor had breathed his "Pregnant. For seven weeks and two days. " and had cut, cleanly and surely, his umbilical cord leading to a perfect life without hurting anyone just two days before.

No one had thought to hear from the mouth of another, a doctor, moreover, had made all the more true for Bill. And suddenly he realized that until then had been so quiet.

not realized he was alone. It was a fantasy on which he was puzzled too, and had, without his realizing it, lost accuracy in her head.

are pregnant, okay had thought, but did not believe it fully. When he knew he only had one thing that remained his only. Did not belong to the world because the world did not know. Era una cosa fuori da tutto e da tutti.

And now instead of mother she knew, she knew the doctor, maybe he knew Tom.

Why Tom had not asked for anything? He could not have noticed the test. She had specifically asked to accompany him to tell him-and-the-same-time-not-tell. His plan, however, had turned against him, because had worked, but at the same time had not worked.

The Rasta had smeared on his face an expression of pure neutrality and had walked on the way back to the hotel, refusing to resume the interrupted speech before and even to open his mouth.

Bill, for the first time in his life, decided he would have thought after to Tom. At the time was to concentrate on what the doctor was saying to TJ, although it was difficult, with her mother who hid behind his hands years ago had rocked, as if ten fingers would occlude the view of reality.

"Hey, Bill?" The man pressed a button, and all of a sudden the guy had the full design, three hundred and sixty degrees, about what was happening inside him slowly .

A slight noise like the tide turn from a shell to your ear pervaded the room, and shook the young man as an earthquake. That noise was able to penetrate to the deepest inside, did not merely touch the heart but took it with arrogance and hugged him hard, so much to leave you breathless but not enough to not seem like nothing more in need of a hug. It was amazing how a sound so low and gentle could have an effect on him ten, hundred, thousand times more than any music that might have been. What Bill was listening to was life. was living his life and beat within him. Parted lips, entranced by the miracle that was developing in what the doctor had called her uterus.

She cried, Bill, too excited to not turn into tears the myriad of sensations that was bombing his nervous system.

"This is what's inside of you." The doctor said. Pressed another button and a printer connected to the machine went out a piece of paper. The Moor knew what it was, and when the man turned around to find a clip with which to link the images to the medical report, Bill, unseen, stretched out his hand.

When The doctor got up to take the U.S., there was nothing in the mouth of metal on the printer. She frowned at the sight of the white border of the bag sticking out of his patient, but said nothing to the computer and ordered another printing.

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After the visit, everything had turned into a bustle of people, fragments of sentences, confusion. Bill could not understand anything. Do not try to understand, just wanted to talk to Tom, but he had to talk to his mother, David, then back to his mother, the doctor, yet his mother, David, David, the doctor, then David, his mother and the doctor together .

"Bill ..."

He replied without listening, and saw the desperation in the faces of people in front of him constantly increasing more. Only the doctor remained neutral. Bill liked him, but even he was not listening. He could only think that of all the advice he received was missing one of his brother, and was the only one that really mattered.

... the right thing to do ...

... as soon as possible ...

... must do it secretly ...

... has only seventeen ...

"Bill ..."

He understood that those who cared about trying to explore all possible options, but not interested in anything but the path on which it was located, But before you start to follow it needed to shake hands with Tom. They were walking together on the road, it was certainly knew that the twin, but then why had not yet reached?

"BILL!"

The boy broke free of the arm of his manager that he was shaking. "What?" He asked, annoyed. He hated being distracted from his mental speculations, especially when he was disturbed to hear that things would not listen.

David pinched the base of the nose with your fingers tired. "You heard a single word?"

"No," he said, straightforward. "I want Tom '

Simon, in a corner with one hand pressed over her mouth, as if to keep from throwing up words that should not have said, startled.

The doctor adjusted his glasses. He was short, plump, and with a large portion of bare skin on her neck sweating, but Bill did. During the visit, so intimate and delicate, had been fair and had everything explained clearly shown on the screen. Initially, the Moor had tended to view dell'arnese cylindrical in the hands of man, but the doctor was so fast and skillful that almost did not notice when the cold tip of the object in space had become of him. was that 'thing' , as he had renamed the Bill, which had made him see and hear your baby.

"What would you say that Tom?"

"I want to talk to him," insisted the boy. "I have told you what they think."

David Simon and exchanged a quick glance. Tom knew that there was no one more than Bill, but at the same time there was nobody who was more naive and dreamy Bill. Surely, those two adjectives do not fall within the broad range of definitions related to the greater of the Kaulitz twins, and that could give the answer to the question that, inevitably, Bill would ask him, it certainly was not what he expected the dark.

"My love," sighed her mother, distraught. "You have to consider the various possibilities,"

"I want it, Mom." She whispered. The boy had left the guerrilla form to contact a single woman in his life, and had dedicated a look that David had never seen. There was no resolution when he sang, or when the irreverence of disobeying, or the vague sorrow when he understood the it was wrong. It was a look bare, unadorned, without his gestures diva. A look of tenderness, enclosed in the cocoon of the enormous love that, it was already clear evidence against the brother and the creature she was carrying. «I want this baby." He repeated, stroking her cheeks wet.

Simone was the mother of Bill, but first of all was a mother. Then she opened her lips to let out that sigh that the blocked throat, but not a word was leaking from his mouth. Only thousands more were tears trickled down her cheeks, chin and then hand-picked mo 'prayer just below the face. He reached his fingers up to lay them on the face of his son, then went behind his neck and yanked forced him to dive into the depths of his chest reassuring. Bill closed his eyes and clenched in an embrace that he needed a long, long time.

David was far less polite and did not let soften. He slammed his hands on the table, causing a series of vibrations that blew up a few millimeters the ashtray placed at the end of the wooden surface, and put an end to the embrace. Bill barely broke away from the mother and the manager threw a look grim

"Do you realize what you're saying?" The man called out, incredulous. "If I wanted to continue the ... the ..." gasped, but his brain refused to pass the word that, although it was the appropriate definition of the state of Bill, played monstrous, absurd to say out loud.

"Pregnancy" went the dark, seraphic, stroking her belly still perfectly flat.

David gave him a look, sure that his singing was trying in every way to annoy him, but ignored him. "If I wanted to continue thing, how do you do?" Was a rhetorical question, of course, but Bill would answer just for the fun to annoy him to death, if the manager had not understood and not be hasty to continue. "You ought to withdraw from the world of entertainment, but the paparazzi continue to give you the torment. Find out was six. And when the baby is born, and will be the same as you and your brother, what you gonna say? "

But Bill had stopped to listen.

will be the same as you and your brother.

He had never thought, when he was discovered to be pregnant. Yet it was so: he had a little miniature Tomi grow and pampered. She held her breath, entranced, without even realizing that David had begun to speak.

"It incest, Bill. It is an offense. You'd end up in jail both. "

" I'm going to try Tom "decided the dark.

Simone sobbed. "My darling" implored. "I charge you. Do not give me another sorrow, my heart would not hold. Give up this madness! "

But he was already halfway to the door. He turned to his mother, suddenly seized by a lump in my throat. "If you had asked me to give up or Tom," he said. "You'd do that?"

She pursed her lips wet with tears and bowed his head in defeat. For Bill appeared to be a sufficient answer, because he murmured a greeting to the doctor and slipped out the door.

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author notes destroyed

So. To begin with, during the conception and drafting of Life by Life (should be two or at most three chapters), I smoked at least four packs of cigarettes. So much to explain how difficult it was to think and write, even months because they are not jot down a word. Alerts MPREG stands in large letters, so I hope I do not find critics on the subject. If you do not like a subject that is a fan fiction not read it, right? I will be happy to receive criticism on style, on pg, about everything. Maybe not on the plot, because Life Life by me. Bill is I. But you are free to criticize that, too, of course, I just managed to be exciting even just a little bit. I do not know if I've done. If you like, you tell me.

greetings, Neko, aka Angelica

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Starbuck addicted - and I'm not talking about the coffee shop.

If you noticed by any chance my long absence, let me explain the reason behind it. It'll be the fastest explanation ever.
I've been sucked into Battlestar Galactica. Oh yeah. Just one name: Kara Thrace.
I just can't do anything else, beside watching it. It's addictive.

Kara "Starbuck" Trace is the last one on the right. <3 I also love Bill Adama, Lee Adama, Laura Roslin, Sharon Valerii. They're awesome <3

Also, I want this poster SO BADLY.

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[Generation Kill] Fandango

Title: Fandango
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Brad Colbert / Person
Ray Rating: R
Word count: 8427
Summary: And Ray Ray decided that since no human being in their right mind would ever take the murderer of Christ practitioner of his sergeant, and he was bound to do: could not be really claim that a civilian with the Fandango Brad Colbert without obtaining permanent damage. Instead, Ray was a marine, indestructible.
Notes: written for the HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt

Prompt: "always requires compensation" .

"You want a beer?" Ray asked, seeing him coming.
"What are you doing here?".
"I take the sun. I drain your beer. You do not have donuts at home, though. You should keep a spare for when your visiting Ray-Ray. "
"people ...."
"Yes, Sergeant?".
"... find you sprawled on the porch of my house, to send out at the bottom of my stock of alcohol, and I clean up the fridge is a prospect that generally prefer not to think."
Ray smiled, put on his Elvis sunglasses, and blew a kiss his favorite sergeant.
"I've missed you too, honey."

Brad went into the house, pulling off the wetsuit. Ray waited a few seconds and then followed him inside. He had arrived about an hour, was 600 kilometers doth drive to resolve the issue with Brad, but the truth was that he had no idea of the trouble in which he was hunting, he knew only that Santa Barbara would inevitably burst, and the price would be high. It all began three months earlier, were in Baghdad, ready to return, the war was over and they were all a bit 'exhausted, basically incredulous be still alive, and at the same time deprived of the constant surge of energy infused by adrenaline, fear and being constantly in the midst of danger. Now it was all over, they had to shut down the Marine and go back to being human, as it turns on and off a switch. Brad had followed that last night on the back of the cigarette factory, he did not want to be alone; remained immovable, scraped against the wall of the building, surrounded by the warm glow of the sunset and listen to the sound of mortars and gunfire from snipers from the city center. The air smells of gunpowder, and tobacco; Ray tried without any success to find a station that transmits on an old radio found in an office, but there were no signs the night of Baghdad, only the cawing of a city left to curl in on itself. That's when something totally unexpected happened. Or at least he had not expected. Brad Colbert
kissed him.

Brad had an impeccable home, not an object out of place, no pastels in the delirium of rationality Teutonic: it seemed the refuge of a serial killer. The white marble floor seemed a huge sheet of ice and the metal style of cooking gave the impression of cold efficiency and total control in a world of ice resulted from the will of man, and of which he was the only inhabitant. Brad's had her back with a knife while slicing large ripe tomatoes, chopped red staining his pale fingers, then poured them into a steel pan, lighted a fire and once you have added all the ingredients for the sauce, let him to simmer. Only after he had finished, he turned to Ray Person, to find his intense blacks eyes fixed on him, intent on deciphering the words of a book written in an archaic language.
"What are you looking Person?.
"I six weeks out of the radar, Brad. The boys are worried, Poke me practically ordered to come and find in your lair and force you to put your nose outside, the cost of living, "Ray rubbed his chin thoughtfully, he would need an shaven," of course, I am not prepared to go that far. But I get to set some small fires: what you have nice curtains. Who is your decorator? Dexter Morgan? ".
"I have no idea who this is Dexter Morgan," said Brad with a smile, all teeth, "but I invite you politely to stay away from my tents, unless you want to find you the impression printed on the backside of my boots. "
"He had no idea of what excites me his acumen, Sgt. Really, it is not easy to find a marine able to insert the word "ass" in casual conversation, I would have used the word "ass" but, basically, we are not so different ... except for the fact that I do not talk all educated and do not look gay. "
There was a moment of absolute silence, the two looked straight into my eyes, not to lose sight of the goal did not dare to blink.
"I do not" seem "gay, Person. "
"Ah, here we are at last," Ray ruled with a cheerful smile for nothing, "you are a fag, is it not true?".
Brad approached him slowly, Ray took a step back, but this is the place to have Brad looming over him in all its remarkable size, and his icy calm, and his power.
"This is who I am," the sergeant said Colbert, "the thing you create a problem?".
"It seems to me to have some problem with this is what you ' Ray said stubbornly.
"You're wrong."
"Then why are you gone?" Ray urged him.
"I had to do," said Brad and left the room, Ray - a true Marine - do not give up and followed him into the bedroom.

He found an empty room, separately from the bathroom came the sound of the roar of the shower, Ray put on his sunglasses and followed his sergeant, as he always did.
Brad welcomed him gloriously naked, hot shower jet slide over him, her hair wet and his eyes seemed darker transparent Ray watched with disapproval. He folded his arms across his chest:
"Never heard of the concept of privacy, Person? Even an ignorant, southern, illegitimate son of a woman of easy virtue and a passing truck driver needs to know that it is not safe to follow a man in the bathroom. "
Ray, goggles fogged by the steam, stretched her lips into a grimace hilarious.
"We're Marines, Sergeant," said outraged, "privacy is for the queens of the army and the Communists," he sunglasses were in zero visibility to see Ray was forced to keep them fell on the nose, "you will not be mica communist, right? I think it would be a profound shock to me then, if it is, do not tell me. "
Brad finished washing with a half smile, when she came out of the shower Ray handed him the towel.
"How long you gonna keep a grudge?" Ray asked in exasperation.
Brad began to brush his teeth, the mirror of the sink was watching Ray Person behind him.
"I do not hold a grudge."
"Okay, granted Ray," are you pondering manfully the fundamental unfairness of the human condition and the deep shadows that move in the depths of your soul. "
"That's better," Brad admits.
"I'm sorry I threw a punch, but I did it just because you caught me off guard, otherwise I would have never missed an opportunity to slip into two feet of language in the throat, Colbert."
"Idiot."
"Sergeant, should not feel embarrassed if I find irresistible. He is not alone, I too am irresistible, and then that other men are so manly, with a less developed manhood, can not help but feel weak at the knees in front of me. "
Brad turned to look at the expression on his face made her smile Ray.
"There's a lot of very manly men around, many do not even have the excuse of being the queers."
'persons, continue to make insinuations about my lack of manhood will take you on a road you do not like to go. I advise you to give us a cut. " Brad
rinsed his mouth and went into the bedroom, Ray followed him to wheel and began playing with the pendants of a large antique lamp resting on the chest, then jumped on the bed and spread legs and arms to occupy all the space in the huge double bed. He yawned loudly, gloriously scratching his genitals.
"You should tell me."
"Why?".
'Why? All those lonely nights spent in a war zone to be a sadly saw, when I could count on a greater level of comfort, "she looked very serious expression," you could do me a saw. " Brad
addressed only half a look at that idiot of his RTO, deciding that the choice of a pair of pants was an activity more productive than listening to his useless blather.
"Because you have nothing to do," Brad said, putting on his watch, "you can go and check the sauce."
was not a request, Ray settled his glasses to guard against the blinding sun, and did what he had been ordered.


Prompt: "It is sufficient that there is a bow in one place ridiculous" .

The flame of the fire-eater blocked his way, Ray dodged him into her cocktail ice away, and returned cautiously to his table.
The place was full of people, acrobats dressed in ostrich feathers fluttered from the ceiling, about women's mile-high heels and fishnet stockings offered to the patrons glasses of bubbles and undisturbed view of their white breasts bare fiocchettini gilded metal impaled nipples. Of parties in his life he had seen several, and had never been a bigot, but that place fell in the top five most absurd situations that had happened in my life. A little 'because it had never been in a gay club, but also because it was none other than Brad Colbert to bring. Brad noted that, leaning on the bar, flirting with a casual type of plastic from the face and eyebrows shaved and could not decide whether the sexual predator Brad intrigued or terrified. Probably both.
"That's an asshole, you know," said Steve, sitting next to him at the table. Steve was a quiet-looking blond guy, and the huge blue eyes. She wore a cream colored dress that had once been new, and a shirt the same color of her eyes. Her hair was a bit 'long, they could not disguise the cleric threatened. He had known that night, Steve had offered him a drink and Ray had paid the second round, making common cause with the only person - besides himself - to appear too normal for the round of the lustful.
"Brad is a real bitch," the blonde continued, "all die back but he is considered too for anyone in here. "
"How can you be a whore if you do not fuck anyone?" Asked Ray picky.
"I did not say that you do not fuck anyone," pointed out the other as stating the obvious, "virtually all of them is made, but that is what are her: fuck, that's all."
"I am one hundred that deep in his heart he is a romantic who is waiting your love or someone who appreciates his inner world and raised him, with his undying affection, from a life of excesses," said Ray looking at Brad who was doing a blowjob in the middle of the room.
Steve followed his gaze.
"Well, it can be," said a skeptic, "but right now I feel more inclined to grant his cock rather than the heart." He gave her a sip beer, watching Ray do with speculation, "I did not think that someone like Brad could have friends," the boy said, "is a guy so cool. However, you're really unlucky in love essertene, you could find much better around. "
"I'm not in love with Brad Colbert, "Ray defended himself immediately.
The boy looked at him intently, then smiled.
"Well, Didst thou appear to me a guy too smart to fall into a similar trap."
Ray continued to drink. It could not be said to be surprised, after all. He knew that Brad had a hand, say little noticed, in his loving personality. I knew him for too long not to know, I had watched for years and would have to be blind in both eyes to not see the good Luke Skywalker project the shadow of Darth Vader from time to time. They do not give anything had ever imported. Because whatever he was going to come from Brad well: he was always ready to accept everything about him.
"You're right," she said dully.
"On what?" Asked his friend, smiling.
Ray looked away from Brad and stretched his lips in a parody of a smile.
"I love him," he said, "for a lifetime."
tried to get up and go get another drink, but fell heavily in his chair.
"I do not feel very well," he said in a toneless voice and he was too dazed to notice the look computer that gave him his new friend.
"What is it, Ray? "He asked, stroking her hair. Ray did not like being touched, and then it seemed strange because he touched in a way that unknown, was unjustified invasion of his personal space. But his brain was drunk and filed it as unimportant.
"Poor Ray," the boy said softly, "you're much more selfish than he deserves. Do not think of anyone other than himself, brings you here and then leave you alone while he fucks her right and left, everyone but not you. Really, who does he think he is? ".
Ray looked at Steve, who's now had become very close.
"Brad is the best," he ruled with absolute seriousness.
Steve looked surprised, then smiled condescendingly.
"Sure, I understand," with one hand gently stroking her neck and Ray was too drunk to stop him, I just hope that he disconnected his hands clean. Yet that three had been drinking cocktails, usually holding more alcohol.
"You want me take you to the bathroom?" Asked apprehensively, "I do not have a good wax."
Ray really needed a change of scenery, the head was spinning and the other helped him to get up and supported him as they went away from the crowds and noise.
The bathrooms were full of people having sex from behind closed doors came the unmistakable sound, Ray found an empty cubicle.
"Sorry, I do in a minute," he said as he pushed away the other without too much courtesy. Then he closed in and slipped two fingers in the throat: the soul and vomited after he felt only a little worse. He leaned exhausted against the wall, listening to the groans and curses of his neighbors, he brought up again that that remained of the ravioli with pesto, and began to feel a bit 'better.
"Ray, opened the door," ordered the sergeant and the hands of Ray Colbert ran to handle at once. Brad looked at his RTO, his face wrinkled and his squalid refuge, and seemed buried in a coffin of ice, Ray tried to take an attitude, because he was whipping his head to the idea that maybe the fish boiled Steve had screwed him big time. Some cocktail could reduce it in that state, unless they were reinforced. And he did not notice? The Army United States had spent millions to train, was a Marine, a hero of the war in Iraq, had released the entire Iraqi people from a ruthless dictator, he was a superman fucking shit, just not the Kryptonite that he could stop it ... If Brad was learned that he had been fooled like a pussy it would take fifteen years for the ass for the rest of his life.
"What the hell you want, Colbert," he said with more aggressive than necessary.
"I care for you, Person," Brad replied deadpan, "you know how important it is to do safe sex these days and I have no doubts about your absence of premeditation in this regard. I would give you some of my condoms if you were my size, but you're not. "
Ray would have had something to say about the allegations about the size of his cock but he was distracted by an unexpected finding: Brad thought he was found locked in the bathroom to fuck with Steve.
"It 's very kind of you, Sergeant, worrying about where to shove my dick, but I have some reason to believe that if it decided to plant my ass in the tadpoles of some fennel, she will be the first to notice" ;.
"Really?" Brad said softly.
"There is need to follow me into the bathroom. "
"You have done," Brad pointed out.
Ray thought for a moment, then grinned.
"Well, yes, it is true," he admitted, and went to the sink to wash their hands. In the mirror she saw the gaze of Brad who followed him, Ray could hardly believe it, but the vibrations that emanated his sergeant at that time had a touch of Shakespeare: Othello, Brad Colbert, gives him a saw.
"Where did you leave your friend?" Asked Colbert.
"I have no idea," said the corporal posted. But Ray looked for him everywhere, and how if they tried, and found the mellifluous Steve took him in an alley behind the restaurant with the promise of a blowjob, the astute and experienced the pleasures of a sleeper hold by the book.


Prompt: "Remember that there is a hole in the middle."

The next morning, when they were past the effects of the surrogate who had taken peyote, and was again fully aware of himself, Ray Person put his head in his hands and wept metaphorical tears. Why you'll love Brad Colbert was too much for the nervous system anyone. So, taking advantage of training that the U.S. military had given him, and applying the most advanced concealment techniques borrowed from "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, took refuge at the nearest Walmart . Stepping out of the house, he could not even cross the road of Sgt.
"I'm going to the grocery store," he shouted with one foot out the door, then only smoke behind him.
took a cart and began to wander around the store, stock up on sweets and chips did, then turned around the department to find a box of donuts. Ray loved the donuts were his drugs: give him a donut and I will move the world. His favorites were those of Simpson, but the truth is that he would eat anything if he knew of sugar, was covered with caramel icing and had a hole in the center. Reached the target donuts, headed in his second favorite department: Walmart branded clothing. Not be found wanting, it found a fabulous pair of pants, with pockets everywhere and plenty of locks, and they cost very little! They were heavy and very durable fabric, available in three fashionable colors: white, black, orange. Ray does not miss the opportunity and a wonderful pair of orange pants went and added to the shopping cart. Because there was a whole literature, partisan and misleading, according to which the clothing department of Walmart was selling stuff cheap and shoddy, if not quite tacky. Ray, who had an innate elegance and impeccable taste, had never listened to those stupid rumors, probably put about by the competition: he dressed from Walmart for years, there had also purchased its fabulous Elvis sunglasses.
bought Hotdog and chips, a Coke to help the poor juice stomach to digest the emblem of American culture, and sat on a bench in the frozen food department.
Okay, you said, we analyze the situation. I am in love with the erotic dream of Adolf Hitler, which makes me a masochist, but also denotes a certain aesthetic taste. At least that. For the rest, Brad Colbert has other qualities. It is sweet, is not kind, can cook it is true, but does so for his own pleasure and not for yours. I mean, any sane man would prefer a woman.
Ray looked after him, a girl with the shorts that hid the shape of that perfect little ass straight and felt that a part of his body continued to appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature. He drank his liter of Coke, watching the torrent of people around him, and there was none of all that multitude who could cure him, it was just like a blade of grass, just like the mountains, just as something that exists but to which no one pays attention. He did not ever feel so happened, had never been a loner, always surrounded by family and friends and other Marines. She felt so alone that he knew what love was deep, his world had turned, checked to see if his genitals were still loro posto.

E Ray essendo Ray decise che nessun essere umano sano di mente si sarebbe mai preso quell’assassino di Cristo praticante del suo sergente, quindi doveva per forza farlo lui: non si poteva davvero pretendere che un civile ballasse il fandango con Brad Colbert senza ricavarne dei danni permanenti. Invece Ray era un marine, praticamente indistruttibile.
Intanto, poco lontano dalla panchina su cui Ray aveva preso la residenza, era arrivato un tipo barbuto, tutto vestito di nero, e con un antiquato cappello in testa, che fermava la gente per vendere la sua religione. Poteva essere un mormone, o un'altra di quelle strane religioni piene di doveri contro natura. La promozione religiosa non pareva avere molto successo, alla end type could involve a fat blonde dyed hair, wearing a tiny top open on the back from which screwed up a few dozen kilos of flab whitish. After a while, 'he observed the old preacher, he noticed that Ray was with do not matter to him and sat on his bench.
"Hello, are you okay?" Asked the man to his father. Ray smiled politely, because he was a nice guy by nature.
"That's no good, in fact I have a problem."
"Tell me what it is, maybe I can help," offered now honest disciple of Christ.
"I really want to help?" Ray asked hopefully.
"Sure," said the Rev. positive, "God teaches us that men should help each other. Only in this way, and through a righteous life, will know the light of heaven. "
"I do not think the gates of paradise will open for someone like me, sir," Ray said sadly.
"No, dear, do not think so. Samuel And call me, please. What's your name? ".
"My name is Ray, Ray Person."
"Well Ray, then why do not you tell me what is it that haunts you: I'm sure we can find a solution," for professional duty, he added, "God willing."
Ray smiled with all the innocence of his young heart pure
"See Samuel, my problem is precisely this: the man they are in love you'll never believe that I love him."
Reverend remained motionless for several seconds, then took off his thin-rimmed glasses and rubbed his tired eyes.
"Your God is not one of those who think that taking it up the ass and cum when a huge eight-inch cock rubs you the prostate is a sin, right? "Ray asked with obvious concern.
The man looked grim for a few seconds, then the expression on his face lay half-smiled and nodded in disbelief.
'hard life, eh? "Ray said, amused.
"Yeah."
They were sitting together on the riverbank, waiting for it to pass the corpse of their enemy, but also because the air conditioning was not unpleasant, and was in the air a good smell of almond from the stall nearby.
"Why do not you believe it?" Asked the Reverend, winning the condemnation of homosexuality from his professed religion, or perhaps he is motivated solely by curiosity.
"He tried to kiss me, some 'time ago, and I've got fists."
"Then maybe you're not gay," the cleric chance hopefully.
"While you have this man, I'm ready to be anything."
"Everything is deeply immoral, "the priest informed him dismayed," a man must follow a code of conduct, the right way, and those who do not follow will be punished by God should not be acting against nature. "
"Samuel ...".
"Reverend, please."
"Reverend, sure," he corrected the lovable Ray, "I am a Marine, you know? By profession I kill people, and the United States of America charged me for it. Apart from that, "he added conciliatory," I have a code. "
"I'm sure," replied the dismal man, fearing the worst.
"Never shoot the dogs."
Ray smiled, the man looked at him with a vague hint of terror in his disapproval even predominant.
"You'd like?" Asked Ray concerned "at the bottom is a priest, should be used to make people change their minds."
"People do not change their minds," the man said after a moment of reflection "must arrive at the decision independently, through its own development path."
"Eh?".
"The only option is to raise the temperature."
The man got up and went to preach good news to anyone willing to listen. Ray sat watching the river of people for very long without actually seeing him. The cigarette in his hand was reduced to a pile of ashes in any way without his noticing.


Prompt: "Bring oils, incense, prepare the altar.
Our God, the Big Banana, is restless and made sure we knew. "

're used to having control, Iceman does not call you just to say, you're the one that keeps the head steady when all the others lose. This is what you are, and would even if I had not chosen to be a soldier. It 's a fact - however - that the man you are, is the basis of the perfect soldier. But you're also a man who lives in the civilization of mankind, and you have to calibrate your expectations. You might think that the relationship with a woman who has gone on for a decade, assuming the value of a standard, one of those rules that a human being that assigns a value if himself and his morals, he decides to follow. But you had to revise downwards the estimate of your when your woman left you to be with your friend. Moreover, you can not go around imposing your rules to others, you are not Saddam Hussein and America is not Iraq.
You had to learn flexibility, or you had better learn to accept the flexibility of others. This does not make you never lead in human relations, you play cards while the rest of the players takes his well-hidden, but you are strong enough to be yourself no matter what. Have always relied on your strength, and you never doubt that this is perhaps the your only certainty.
Never had a problem of confidence in yourself, you have to trust you in your next major causes of headache. People are floating, dancing on the edge of the abyss, the devil's music, but you feel the devil's music, but you hold yourself and do not let yourself be carried away by the siren song toward the rocks. Brad Colbert does not betray, even when all others do, his mother, his girlfriend, his friends. Why you're always alone, in the end it is easier to be alone, because there is none like you.
Of course it's not Ray. Apart from the fact that it is completely crazy, and that he has the sirens in my head. Kiss was obviously a mistake, the war had shaken a bit 'all, even you can not survive the end of the world and not suffer any consequence. It will also be tough, but you're still a human being. And Ray was there, beside you in the setting sun, were survivors of the inability of your officers and mortars, and soon you would be back home. That house as you want when you're away, but so empty when you come back, battered and exhausted, with no one to welcome you, to tell you that missed you, no one is happy to tell you that you're alive. But at that time you were happy because the war's end was near, and there was a guy next to you dark and edgy, intense and sweet with eyes and a mouth made to be kissed. Were you happy to be alive, and you wanted to have a man around. Of course, if you were quite capable of discernment, you would have realized that this was Ray Person, and you were doing fucked up.
Such things never happen to you. You will be successful no more than two or three times in a lifetime to mention a few dance steps as just another hippie communist "shit happens" you always said in those cases, you will not worry you do not even now a except that you pulled Ray Person a fist. Then it is as if a door, which until then had been closed, it was wide open. You looked inside and you have found a particularly amiable Brad Colbert told you only a few words: "Ray is my Person, even if he does not want, even if it is not right, even if this will trigger the end of the world he is mine. " And many thanks to the flexibility.
Of course, you can not satisfy your instincts. Do not listen to the voice of the Balrog appeared, for a bloody twist of fate, from the depths of the mines of Moria and the door of your soul you're ready to close it. You do not you are in a permanent communist hippie, you know what a fucking marine and discipline. So when Ray returned from his flight at Walmart, you could do with it is a reason you're convinced that what has happened bury it where nobody can find it, and even long dimenticherào Ray. Not you, never, because that part of you that has awakened Ray Person must be kept under constant control, not swept under the carpet where he could go at any time to bite your ass.

Ray enters the house and you recite the usual norm, then he offers his donuts, and you know what Ray Person you love donuts, not deprive it ever, and only under threat of death would be willing to share.
"I am all for me?" You ask suspiciously.
"Yes."
Are you sure that is going to ask you something, and it must be something big if it is favorable to you with a whole pack of Simson. Get the package and begin to eat, do not give a guarantee that you will leave even one, you also eat all the costs you a tummy ache.
"Look, you say, 'forget everything as far as I'm concerned the matter is resolved."
Really, you're a good person, Ray does not appreciate you as it should: he did not realize that you're making mica letting go. And the donuts that you have offered very little to do with your decision.
"I know you're in love with me, Brad, you should stop sticking our heads in the sand."
The donut goes sideways and you cough violently, then you look wide-eyed Ray, an incredulous silence lasts for a few seconds.
"You're a constant source of surprises, Ray," you say with cold malice.
"Oh, really?" He replies, uncertain.
"And I have never liked surprises."
Ray smiles at you with a strange sweetness.
"The I know that your actions were completely unintentional. The situation was exceptional, we were just out for a fucking living hell, and even a control freak like you may miss something occasionally. Of course, if you were a normal person, we do not want a bloody war to make you behave like a human being. It 'was a fucking miracle, I tell you, after all you're still alive inside. "
Ah, now you're exaggerating. I distinctly heard the pressure inside you that goes, there is no way Brad civilized desire to show Ray Person, one who has awakened, the only real culprit in the end. You try to be good, to control the fire, and Ray says, it blows over?
"I could say I love you too," he continues completely unconscious, "but I do not believe it. Do not ever trust anyone, let alone someone who claims to be in love with you, and given your previous experiences with your mother and with that idiot Elisabeth, I can well understand that. So do not tell you that I love you. "
you drop it on the chair, and looked at him as if seeing it for the first time.
"In fact, look, you do not think so. Do as I had not said anything. We can hang this thing in the closet, next to my love your like a couple of old coats, so it is not a big deal. I will always know that there are both, you will continue to look inside to check it every day, and maybe not happy allucchetterai them. "
You look thrilled, we are in utter madness, the territory of the election of Ray Person.
"For me there is no problem, go ahead," says accommodating and you do not know really what you have just allowed to do: put a lock on a closet full of coats?
"Person, you are alone for a while. I do not follow you over in the vast territories of your mental instability. "
"You've always been a slow, Colbert. But try to understand this, "Ray took a breath, his face was stone, but his eyes were burning," I'm leaving now, and do not try anymore. Maybe I'll see you around, but only if you're very lucky, and I will not get anything unless you ask please. "
This is really too much, you stand ready to grab Ray Person, the knees and put it on him violates his ass, but he is already sula door.
"Good-bye blond: stay frosty."

Prompt: The impulse is to be, for some reason, pretty much as possible - and cuddly - with each other .

"Hey, Poke! '.
"Brad, nice to hear from you friend! You have not yet tired of the pussy of the English? If there is anyone that I really can not stand, these are the British. Together with the Mexicans, of course. But the British are really idiots full of themselves, for they are all the colonies. "
"For me it is a pleasure to hear from you. Coma is the family? ".
"All right, thanks. Even if your passes quite well, I should say ... um ... in his usual style of anarchic and dysfunctional, we say. "
"Person?".
"Yeah, people. Who else? Christ, Brad, why do not you tell me? I almost could not believe my eyes. "
"Corporal Person is a guy full of surprises."
'and' full of a lot of stuff, at this time. You need to hurry back, I think that is a bit 'too much left to himself the boy, if this continues I do not know where it could get. "
'E' in trouble? ".
"Not that I know but it makes the life of rock star, you know what I mean? His band has been very successful in this period, I do not know if people are able to keep control. "
"What you say Poke: of course not. We know him well. "
"Yeah. Sex and drugs rock'en'roll. Since leaving the army, is recovering all the lost time to dig holes in the desert. "
"..."
"Trim the leash, Brad. "
'and' able to take care of itself, is not a kid. "
"...."
"...."
"How long will your mission is still in England?".
"Today is my last day."
"Well! And when you get back in the new world? ".
"I'm going to the airport. I'm flying at five, arrive tonight. "
"Damn Colbert, if you did not know you, I would say you have a damn hurry to get to check your area.
"Well, thank goodness that I know Espera.

Ray got out of bed and looked at the clock: it was six in the morning, went to bed at four, so he had slept two hours. Not bad. He walked to the window, barefoot, dribbling empty bottles, clothes scattered on the floor and a garden gnome. He looked at the old growl lying on the floor and pulled him up to resemble a bit 'to Brad, obstinate in the crease of his mouth and nose also enormous. He lit a cigarette, trying to remember where you jalopy that was ripped off the plastic faded, but her memories of the night before they stopped at the third Jack Daniels. He went to the balcony through the French window, and watched the empty road in the gray light of dawn to come. He had to give a rule, they said, were now living months in a coma alcohol and your liver probably was about to surrender. At a time when you gave good advice, he also knew that he would not follow. Since his return from Iraq had stopped doing the right things. Had ceased to behave. The irony was that since he stopped being a good Marine, had also stopped to kill people.
He saw a man walking in the street below, Ray was on the fifth floor so do not set him apart, but the guy stopped right under her window and then looked up to meet with his eyes the figure of Ray, in his underwear. The boy gave a pull on his cigarette, the type continued to watch, Ray lifted his hand to greet the stranger and replied to his greeting. He remained motionless a few seconds and then disappeared into the mist.
"Insomnia is a nasty beast," said Ray Person to the rising sun.

Now: Ray Person was a Marine and this might suggest that he was an idiot. But he was a retired Marine, and that meant that when he left his body, had given him back his brain. Therefore, it was not entirely correct that the person was a corporal stupid, or at least it was not always go a little 'moments, like everyone else.
So Ray being Ray, he noticed immediately that someone was following him, and Ray being a Marine do not think for a moment that it was his hallucination or paranoia, all the marines have hallucinations and delusions, this had never prevented any of them to do their job. What in the world: he was not an army!
and Ray being a genius, as well as incredibly attractive as a man he knew who was following him, and that room under the window of his hotel as a love-sick. What I did not know was how long the story would have gone on before that person tends to slightly sociopathy by the name of Brad Colbert decided to introduce themselves and ask for a dance. He has never met anyone so socially inept as Sergeant Colbert, but he had no intention of making things easy. If he wanted, was to meet you take. What the fuck! Brad was a grown man, at his age should know what he wants, and all the money that the U.S. military has spent to train, there was also be supposed that he was able to reach a target as easy as asking for an appointment.
He could be back from England for more than a week, were those long six months without him, even though Ray was kept busy. He grimaced in pain, thinking about what could Poke telling him. He returned to his room and began to see the stern face of his garden gnome, then hugged him and held him tight as if a teddy bear. He was a sensitive boy, and would have much need of a little 'sweetness, kindness, love.
Brad Colbert would do him the butt strips. Brad came out

stadiums, thoughtfully. Apparently what he had said Poke is the case, Ray's band had made the leap and entered the mainstream music industry circuit. By Ray Person needed to be always ready for anything, it was a pretty nerve-wracking affair, was not only the best communications officer of the U.S., now it turns out it was a brilliant musician. Knowing him, it was almost beyond belief. True that the genius was easier to recognize than to explain.
In an alley facing the room, hidden by darkness, two men were locked together. One was leaning against the wall, with his pants down and the other penetrated from behind with the slow method. Brad went unnoticed, silent as night, but perhaps Ray felt a cold wind brush against her back, because he turned suddenly, being a few inches Colbert watching him. A rush of adrenaline ripped through the veins, almost did not come instantly, leaving his partner halfway.
"Colbert," she whispered angrily, "Get the fuck out."
The sergeant went even further, putting a hand on the neck, could be nothing a gentle caress, except that Ray knew him well.
"You really mean to treat me like this, people. After six months we've seen. You have no understanding for those who are so madly in love with you? ".
At these words, the blonde looked at him Person of conquest to the new arrival, and there was some concern in those sweet eyes: quarrel between lovers in sight?
"Look, Brad," Ray insisted, with barely concealed panic, "I think I can handle this alone. Why do not you go get a ride, we'll see you later? ".
"Instead I will stay here, people. Right behind you, look at you as you try to fuck this blond boy as a man, even if you're not. "
"Fuck you, Colbert. I am all right. "
"Really?" Brad took the muscular arm around his thin neck, forearm pressing on the carotid artery, all the immense body of the sergeant pressed against the back of Ray, while the lack of oxygen to the clouded view, "you're telling me that you will not come too soon, as a horny fifteen year, completely free of control, which completely cancels his brain because slave of the sensations of his cock? ".
Brad just shook his grip on his neck, Ray could no longer breathe, the excitement of Brad's pressed between her buttocks, his smell enveloped him while his cock was still welcomed into a warm hole and narrow, fully property. As soon as Brad loosened his grip, letting the orgasm hit him trembling and breathless, his blonde conquest looked at him incredulously.
Brad enjoyed watching his embarrassment, leaning languidly against the wall.
"Listen ... I'm sorry," Ray said to the boy who dressed, shady.
"Yes, fine. Do not take it, these things happen. "
Ray gritted his teeth.
"Um ... yep."
Brad laughed blatantly, while the boy went away, fuming. Ray had half a mind to commit murder.

Prompt: Woe

"You're a bastard," accused him Ray, defeated.
"So are you," said Brad impenetrable, "The purpose of a minor? You're challenging your luck too, Joshua Ray. "
"There was a minor!" Ray defended himself indignantly, but skeptical glance of the sergeant added, "Well, it certainly was not a virgin."
Brad just shook his head, once again was speechless in front of such idiocy. He started to leave, it was almost two in the morning, and - really - take part in that concert had exhausted him. He had had enough of the noise of kids, the stench of sweat and grass that had come over and over again, not to mention the loud music which was the proud bearer Ray Person.
"Hey, where are you going?" Asked Ray, trotting behind him.
'Al My Hotel. My ears whistle and I need to take a bath. "
"Can I come? I wash my back. "
"Person," Brad replied calmly, "Your agent is looking for you. Still have not finished working. "
Ray made a face, "the man is really a cat attached to the hilt."
"Have you decided you do the rock star, I think."
"Hey, do not underestimate Colbert," Ray said gravely, "I did not choose to make a rock star. I am a musician, and even if you do not I know a tube of music, you know that I am a true artist. "
Brad gave him half a glance, somewhat skeptical.
'It's true! Ask anyone, "then thought about it," well, to anyone who understands music, which probably excludes the mass of people who were here tonight. Since they started sending our single on MTV, is always the case. Our vocalist is desperate, that is, you know, girls everywhere, and some of those girls who throw themselves on him like piranhas, they have the age of his daughter! That is, the night has nightmares. She always calls home and tells his wife to keep Beth subkey, if it fits the little girl will see a 'not earlier than three decades of fucking. "
Brad turned to look at, a significant silence between them.
"Yes, I know what you're thinking. Brad Shit ... "he ran his hand through his hair against the wall and disheartened by his own actions. Brad looked at her go:
"What hotel are you?" Shouted back.
"I'll call you," replied Colbert.
"Foul!" Ray ordered him and then said, "asshole", but said in a low voice, almost with affection, and Brad Colbert was too far away to hear it.

Ray was standing on a platform, staring straight ahead, bored, and two tailors to sew the costume on him for the next show. It was spring in Dallas, the sun was shining, the birds singing outside the window overlooking the park, Ray yawned loudly, glanced at the phone, put it back in your pocket.
John Huertas, the bassist, was on the internet that controlled the reviews from music sites as they waited their turn on the dais, Mike Robson was training their singer on what he had to say and what should not say to the next interview, and poor Jake, with his beautiful face frontman, barely listened to him. This morning he had called home as usual and her daughter had told him that he went often to visit her and her mother a friend of Mom's work. Over the past three months had not seen his family more than a week putting it all together and had more than a few thoughts.
Ray gave another look to cell phones, put it back in place.
the delivery guy arrived with boxes of pizza, it was past noon, they came to greet the engineers who then go to distance themselves to arrange the stage for the next performance; The seamstress gave him the go-ahead and Ray went back down to earth, he went into the dressing room to get changed and when he returned, he settled on the sofa and began to polish his guitar.
returned to pull out his cell phone, put it back in your pocket.
"Jesus Christ, Ray! Call them! "Ordered him Jake, who had finally stopped pretending to listen to their agent.
"I can not."
"Why not?"
"He said he was calling me."
Jake looked at him in exasperation, then turned back their tireless agent.
"Look, I will not say bullshit: I have forty years, not fifteen."
"It's not the point, Jake!" Said Mike patient, "I know how old you are and I know that you are stupid but there are rules to follow, the recurring patterns, and you're not an expert of television interviews. So far, you've never worked at these levels, and things you learn there are so many. "
Jake snorted like a fifteen year and put his head in his hands, the manager took pity on him, and handed him his pizza with a cold beer.
"Come on, you're so far gone well. But we need to give my best at this time. Try to be patient a little longer '. "
Huertas sat down on the couch next to Ray, took the pepperoni pizza, and offered him a piece by Ray put the guitar on the fly very hot peppers.
"The pepperoni pizza is the best," said Huertas-mouthed.
"And 'good, but there is even better." Ray covering of its board: sausage and mushrooms.
"Um," said bassist thoughtful, "Make sense".
It took a while.
"There WOULD BE a good bit 'of onions." Ray
his careful tasting pizza
"You're right: the onion we would be well."
The phone rang. Ray Person uttered a cry of war, everyone in the room looked at him in terror, holding my breath.
"Yes! In good time, fucking cried on the phone
"Yes, I'm free."
"Okay, I'll be there, see you at seven." He put the phone in
pocket with a sigh of relief, and went back to eating his pizza. Now it was more good, although there were no onions.

soon as you enter the restaurant, did you at gunpoint and I decided to start your nightmare blond.
"Hey!"
"Hey." Brad looks at you while you
systems to the small table, hidden by a plant, and you are completely satisfied. Did you even hungry. Maybe that night there would be a pitched battle between you, or maybe not, you've never been good at predicting the consequences of things that begin, but you can count on Brad to that, he always has a plan, we should not even of the body without have a plan.
"So, how's work?" Asked Brad after they had ordered.
"Today we did the dress rehearsal, I was taking an eternity impaled on a pedestal while a handful of women at my feet I sewed on my character. Then the sound system is skipped, so that an entire sector of the sports hall remained open: if it happened during a show, would start a revolution. But that's why you do the soundcheck, I suppose. The manager got rid of him kicking ass in a couple of guys from the sound, I felt I wanted to change contractor, but probably will not do it because there is not enough time to look for another one. In short, the usual madhouse. You? ".
"I did the tourist, had never been to Dallas."
"I wanted to come too, fuck. I've been here three days, and I have seen nothing but the sports hall and a room of my hotel. Why do not you call me earlier? You wanted to keep me on edge, but you could not. I was sure I would have called. "
"Because I am deeply in love with you, of course. As if I could withstand a southern, ignorant mess, the son of a concierge whose only qualification to be a mother is the possession of a vagina. "
The amiable smile, and send him a basin.
Brad laughs and you ask them in England, he tells you that the officers are idiots at all latitudes, which was rained for six months yarns, and in his quarters at the base there was the bathtub. To which you remain rightly appalled.
"But you have taken to an army."
"Probably."

may in fact be that you've drunk too much, I wonder why Brad constantly filling your glass. And I have heard all evening, fun, not even once did he say "Shut up, Ray" in that tone that often takes decisive, which is rather strange to think of it, here is unusual. But you were too elated by the wine and maybe a little bit also for the company, not you noticed. So when you find yourself in the hotel room of Brad Colbert, lying on his bed a bit 'drunk, you and Brad is sitting astride on top, you look morose.
"Because you made me drink so much, Colbert?".
"Because I need you to be beautiful, soft and relaxed," I replied pulling out of nowhere a pair of handcuffs.

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