So, during Easter i have been reading up on one of favorite forums, and I did notice that little Swedish VK star YOHIO causes a debate. Or something. Some people doesn't want him in public because they think Japan in a perverted country and manga is all about sex. What that has to do with Yohio, I don't know, but those people made that leap. Also in "social networks news", people wants dog, but doesn't want to work with their dogs. People, if you want dogs, be prepared to work with them. If you don't want to go for walks and play with them and do at least basic TLC, get yourselves some stick animals. Or better yet, a tamagouchi.
Catching up on gaming during the week, I noticed Assassin's Creed 4 had a release date. I have hopes for AC4, I didn't like 3, really. I managed to get through it, but it took some time. 4 looked really cool on the trailer. But then again, I've loved pirates since I first saw Treasure Island from the early nineties (I was, like.... younger than 10, anyway) with Christian Bale (who was NOT growling ;) and Charlton Heston. Dragon Age 3, Lightning Returns, Mass Effect 4 was in the list, but no release dates. Is ME4 really a given? Have they really promised? I'm a liiittle apprehensive, somehow I just want it to be over.
Talking about Mass Effect, I played Citadel last week. A little late in the game, I know, but I was waiting for money. I really liked it. Though, I got it waaaaaay to fast. Maybe because I think like they seem to over there. I felt a little like I could have written it myself. So my dear adept Thomas Michael Shepard got to have some more romance with Kaidan. I didn't know Kaidan could cook. But at the same time I wasn't surprised. It was really sweet =).
I've also gotten myself a whole bunch of new books. These, to be exact.
Black Butler Vol 3. Yeah, I'm waaaaaaay behind. I've read them, all that has been published, I just haven bought them til, well, now. Love Grell, btw... why do they spell it Grelle? In the anime it's Grell....
Glimpses. Oh, I love this. Thank you, Lynn Flewelling. I don't even know how to write fanfiction on the Nightrunner Series. But I WILL! BY ILLIOR, I WILL! Onee-chan, you HAVE to read the Nightrunner Series. But don't start with this (here be spoilers...). One shouldn't read this until after book 2.... this is a tie-in.
Mass Effect: Redemption. I have to read this. I read Invasion. (Yeah, ME3 CE). I liked it. They all look a bit... off, though. But, I'm getting on this tonight.
The Betrayal Knows My Name vol 5.... or rather, vol 9-10. Double feature. Did Sairi and Lia show up in the anime. I want to say no. I have been trying to watch the anime last few days, but.... my ps3 doesn't want to run them. Working on it.
Stalking Darkness. Book 2 in Nightrunners. I love Seregil..... I just do....... And yes, I wept.
Traitor's Moon. Book 3 in Nightrunners. This was.... interesting. And a bit slow. Like the Iia'sidra. It felt really transitional, but maybe that was the point. If you know about the newt two books, it is a good way to set those up. Throw-away comments becomes important messages.
Casket of souls. Book 6 of the 4 Nightrunner books. According to the bookstore i bought them in. For some reason, they missed the two books between Traitor's and Casket. So I actually started reading this, and it didn't take many pages until i realized something was wrong. Had the author forgotten to write a book? Was there another tie-in with shorts, like Glimpses? 4 SECONDS of googleing, I got to know it was all the bookstores fault. So, now i have to wait a week to get to know more. And I HATE waiting.....
Assassin's Creed Forsaken. Yeah, I hear you. Why buy the book whan you didn't like the game? Because I'm a perfectionist. In some respects. When it comes to books. If I have bought all the other books, I have to buy this, as well... I will read it. Once I have read the other 4 AC books....So that is this months book load.
I'm a project nut. I do everything in projects. Now, I have a project where I'm going to compare my favorite Disney songs, English to Swedish I got this idea when watching my favorite internet critics. I started to think just how much impact voice acting have. Like how grating Snow White's voice is in English but not in Swedish On the other hand, Snow White sounds much more adult in Swedish. We'll see how that goes.
Now, without further ado, some yaoi fanfiction.....
Junjou Romantica Fanfiction (very, very far removed, you might even argue I just nicked the names.)
”Tadaima!”
Misaki called when he came into his and his big brother's apartment.
He froze on the
threshold. In his and his big brother Nowaki’s apartment was a third man Misaki
didn't know. This was a young man maybe five years older than himself two
years older than Nowaki. He was wearing leisure clothes, his hair was dark brown
and when he looked at Misaki, Misaki saw that his eyes were also brown. This
stranger was not only in their room he was sitting on Nowaki's bed. In Nowaki's
arms.
"Okaeri, Misaki-kun", said Nowaki with a smile at Misaki.
The other man
rested his head on Nowaki's shoulder and looked curiously at Misaki. Misaki's face betrayed shock. For a moment Misaki felt the heat of anger and hate not
only towards this man he didn't know but also and more so at Nowaki. For a
moment Misaki hated big brother with all the passion a 15-year-old boy can
muster. He turned around and slammed the door behind him.
Misaki
called Nowaki after him.
He freed himself
from his friend and followed after his little brother.
"Misaki", he called as he raced after Misaki through the school housing corridors. "Misaki, wait", Nowaki grabbed Misaki arm.
Misaki made a full
turn and pushed hard at Nowaki sending him backwards down on the floor. He
panted heavily.
"It's not
fair", he shouted. "I don't want you to die! I don't want to be alone!"
Misaki hung his
head Nowaki could see the tears streaming down his cheeks he got slowly to his
feet his mind working furiously to understand what Misaki meant.
"Misaki-chan", he said slowly. "What do you have in that messy head of yours?"
"Bad things happen to people who are like that", cried Misaki, desperation in his voice. "I don't want bad things to happen to the only family I have left!"
It dawned on Nowaki what his little brother meant. One week-end when Misaki was 9, Nowaki 12, their parents had gone to visit with the boys uncle. Misaki, who had been battling leukemia at the time, had had a bad week, and begged them to stay home. But Mom and Dad had decided to go anyway, as it was their last chance to visit before uncle left for Europe with his partner. "We'll be back on Sunday", they promised. "It's ok, Miskai-kun. Nowaki takes care of you, and we'll be home on Sunday." They never came back. Saturday night they had been n a car accident. The crash had been caused by the driver in the other car, a man in his thirties. Beside the driver sat his male partner. All six persons in both cars had died instantly. Misaki and Nowaki had been alone and unaware till wednesday, when Nowaki's teacher came with social workers and police in tow.
Nowaki shook his head.
"Misaki", he said. "Come on. Let's go home and talk."
He took Misaki's arm and led him through the staring, curious students. There were always witnesses to everything here.
"Misaki-chan", he said slowly. "What do you have in that messy head of yours?"
"Bad things happen to people who are like that", cried Misaki, desperation in his voice. "I don't want bad things to happen to the only family I have left!"
It dawned on Nowaki what his little brother meant. One week-end when Misaki was 9, Nowaki 12, their parents had gone to visit with the boys uncle. Misaki, who had been battling leukemia at the time, had had a bad week, and begged them to stay home. But Mom and Dad had decided to go anyway, as it was their last chance to visit before uncle left for Europe with his partner. "We'll be back on Sunday", they promised. "It's ok, Miskai-kun. Nowaki takes care of you, and we'll be home on Sunday." They never came back. Saturday night they had been n a car accident. The crash had been caused by the driver in the other car, a man in his thirties. Beside the driver sat his male partner. All six persons in both cars had died instantly. Misaki and Nowaki had been alone and unaware till wednesday, when Nowaki's teacher came with social workers and police in tow.
Nowaki shook his head.
"Misaki", he said. "Come on. Let's go home and talk."
He took Misaki's arm and led him through the staring, curious students. There were always witnesses to everything here.
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Jono and Taro (My own invention....)
Jono stood looking out of a window in his two-bedroom apartment. It was a beautiful day, clear blue sky and a soft summer breeze. He had rarely seen his town so beautiful. For a fleeting moment, Jono felt the desire to go to the nearest seaside town, feel fresh ocean wind on his face, maybe get up early and buy freshly caught fish. But the happy thought slipped away swiftly. He couldn't maintain such thoughts when he was lonely. His beloved would-be husband, Taro, wasn't home. Taro was on tour with his band, and Jono hadn't heard from him in two weeks. That wasn't like Taro, and it made Jono worried. Couldn't Taro call soon? It was always Taro who called Jono, out of convenience. It was always easier for Jono to drop what he was doing and answer the phone, as he only had to consider himself and what he was doing. For him to call Taro and perhaps interrupt a meeting or something would just be bad. Taro was always busy when on tour. But Jono sent text messages sometimes. Or, rather, Jono sent text messages every evening, to say good night.
Jono felt restlessness settle in. He could not just stand by the window doing nothing anymore. The inspiration he had looked for just wasn't there. Work would just have to wait. His editor would go ballistic. Jono went into the living room and turned on the TV. Sitting down in the couch, he flicked through the channels, but nothing seemed to interest him today. He laid down. Jono felt his stomach turn into a worried knot. What if something had happened to Taro? Not knowing was hell, but if something had happened wouldn't all the news stations be reporting on that? Probably. No news are good news, as they say. Jono Fell asleep on the couch as rain clouds started gathering over Hokkaido.
Lead singer and guitarist of the metal Visual Kei band The Hokkaido Scarecrows lay on a couch in a hotel room in Tokyo. Taro was tired beyond belief. This last week of their tour they had kept a tight schedule but it was over now. Finally. Tomorrow, they were going home to Hokkaido. Home to Jono. Taro longed for Jono so much his heart ached. And the rest of his body too, come to think about it. He was wondering how his beautiful mangaka was doing. If Jono missed him as much as he missed Jono. Taro had received text messages from his lover every evening, but he hadn't had time or energy to answer. Next tour he would make sure their manager didn't book them so goddamn tight.
Something heavy landed on Taro's feet. He glared that way. It was Seto, Scarecrows bass player, and Taro's best friend after Jono.
"That hurts, you know", Taro said, no passion in his voice whatsoever. He was far to tired to work up any kind of energy or emotion.
Seto grinned slyly.
"So don't occupy the whole couch", he said. "Geez, man, I remember when you didn't even occupy a whole single bed."
Taro and Set had grown up together, they had lived next door to each other since they were two years old, and were like brothers. For two months, when they were 14, they had been boyfriends, and it had happened since that they had slept together. They had been each others first sexual experience, and they had also been each others latest sexual experience. Taro only knew one other persons body and mind so thoroughly and that was Jono's.
Lead singer and guitarist of the metal Visual Kei band The Hokkaido Scarecrows lay on a couch in a hotel room in Tokyo. Taro was tired beyond belief. This last week of their tour they had kept a tight schedule but it was over now. Finally. Tomorrow, they were going home to Hokkaido. Home to Jono. Taro longed for Jono so much his heart ached. And the rest of his body too, come to think about it. He was wondering how his beautiful mangaka was doing. If Jono missed him as much as he missed Jono. Taro had received text messages from his lover every evening, but he hadn't had time or energy to answer. Next tour he would make sure their manager didn't book them so goddamn tight.
Something heavy landed on Taro's feet. He glared that way. It was Seto, Scarecrows bass player, and Taro's best friend after Jono.
"That hurts, you know", Taro said, no passion in his voice whatsoever. He was far to tired to work up any kind of energy or emotion.
Seto grinned slyly.
"So don't occupy the whole couch", he said. "Geez, man, I remember when you didn't even occupy a whole single bed."
Taro and Set had grown up together, they had lived next door to each other since they were two years old, and were like brothers. For two months, when they were 14, they had been boyfriends, and it had happened since that they had slept together. They had been each others first sexual experience, and they had also been each others latest sexual experience. Taro only knew one other persons body and mind so thoroughly and that was Jono's.
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David, Zen and Nick (Yeah.... three is company....)
David sat in a school desk poring over his paper on medical effects of domestic violence. His interest was mainly the effects on children and young adults, and both short and long term effects. His father worked in the same area, and it only felt natural to do follow in his footsteps. David checked his watch. It was already half past six. He had promised to pick up some groceries on the way home. If he wanted dinner before nine, he had to get going. So he rose, with the feeling he had forgotten something important.
Very few people can afford an apartment in this neighborhood But Zen did. He could afford it. Or, rather, his filthy rich boyfriend, lord David Soames, could afford it. If Zen thought to much about how they lived, or who their neighbors were, it was quite hard to piece together his pride afterwards. So he did his best not to think about it, and just enjoyed it instead. Because, after all, what man like him, from a lower-middle class suburb with no real education, could even dream of a place like this? Zen had been extremely lucky, and he knew it.
The front door opened and closed. A quiet voice called something Zen couldn't hear, but he knew exactly who is was. Nicholas Veld. Nick didn't live here yet, but Zen and David was working hard at convincing him, but Nick was stubborn. Or rather afraid, though he would never admit it. Neither Zen nor David could say if it was this environment that frightened Nick or something else.
"Hey, babe", said Zen, meeting Nick in the hallway. "What have you done to your arm?"
Nicks left arm was in a cast. he had managed to break it since last time he was there, four days ago. And he hadn't called to tell them.
"Nothing", said Nick in a barely audible whisper.
Zens suspiciousness immediately kicked into high gear. This wasn't Nicks first nothing cast or bandage. Besides, Nick seemed dazed, only barely aware, as if he had taken strong pain killers. Zen helped him take of the jacket and then he embrace Nick gently.
"Does it hurt a lot", he asked.
Nick shook his head slowly. That was Nick code for "If I was anything like a normal person, I would lie curled up in fetal position and scream right now." Zen took Nick into the living room. The TV was on, showing animal planet. Zen took the pillows from the couch.
"Lie down", he said. "I'll get you some water. Or do you want something hot?"
"No, I'm fine", muttered Nick.
Zen ignored his lover and decided Nick would have some hot cocoa. While he was in the kitchen the front door opened again and David came in.
"Is Nicky in the living room", he asked, putting the grocery bag on the kitchen table.
The front door opened and closed. A quiet voice called something Zen couldn't hear, but he knew exactly who is was. Nicholas Veld. Nick didn't live here yet, but Zen and David was working hard at convincing him, but Nick was stubborn. Or rather afraid, though he would never admit it. Neither Zen nor David could say if it was this environment that frightened Nick or something else.
"Hey, babe", said Zen, meeting Nick in the hallway. "What have you done to your arm?"
Nicks left arm was in a cast. he had managed to break it since last time he was there, four days ago. And he hadn't called to tell them.
"Nothing", said Nick in a barely audible whisper.
Zens suspiciousness immediately kicked into high gear. This wasn't Nicks first nothing cast or bandage. Besides, Nick seemed dazed, only barely aware, as if he had taken strong pain killers. Zen helped him take of the jacket and then he embrace Nick gently.
"Does it hurt a lot", he asked.
Nick shook his head slowly. That was Nick code for "If I was anything like a normal person, I would lie curled up in fetal position and scream right now." Zen took Nick into the living room. The TV was on, showing animal planet. Zen took the pillows from the couch.
"Lie down", he said. "I'll get you some water. Or do you want something hot?"
"No, I'm fine", muttered Nick.
Zen ignored his lover and decided Nick would have some hot cocoa. While he was in the kitchen the front door opened again and David came in.
"Is Nicky in the living room", he asked, putting the grocery bag on the kitchen table.
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Ryu and Ichiro (This.... is set in a weird, weird universe...... don't ask me to explain....)
"Ohayõ, Ryu-kun!"
Ryu only heard "good morning", his name got muffled when Ichiro embraced him from behind. Ichiro was always clinging to people, Ryu in particular, and lately he had been extremely clingy.
"Do you know how to talk to people without clinging to them", asked Ryu grumpily, shrugging to get rid of Ichiro.
It worked. Ichiro let go of Ryu and sat down on the wall beside him. Sitting side by side, facing opposite directions, Ichiro looked like he was going back to the school while Ryu was leaving. They were opposites in other aspects as well. Ichiro's hair was dyed platinum blonde and reached below his shoulders. His eyes were gray, he was well-built after more than 10 years of sports and martial arts, he was social and outgoing. Ryu on the other hand had jet black hair cropped short, his eyes were dark brown, almost black. He was thin on the verge of skinny. Ryu was very much a loner, he often got angry if people got to close. Or at least he had been, last term. Ryu had transferred to Yokohama's Enchant Academy after last winter's holidays ten months ago. Ichiro had caught sight of him, watched him for a while, then decided. Ryu was the one he wanted. He had decided to treat Ryu's attitude as a facade. It was a shell, and shells could crack. Ichiro had worked hard ever since February. He pulled Ryu into his little group of friends, made sure Ryu wasn't alone all the time. At first, Ryu had tried his best to make Ichiro leave him alone, but Ichiro was persistent He had managed to wear Ryu's defenses down, and now, ten months after Ryu's transfer, they were friends. Ryu even liked it when Ichiro clung to him, but he would never admit that.
October wind grabbed their hair, made Ichiro's blonde curls move. They sat like that, side by side, facing opposite directions for a few minutes.
"Suki", said Ichiro suddely.
Ryu sighed. He could be friends with Ichiro, he could let Ichiro drag him along to the movies or city events with the rest of his friends, he could even let Ichiro cling to him, but he couldn't let Ichiro love him.
"So you keep telling me", he muttered.
"Every day", nodded Ichiro. "Hoping that one day you might get it. I mean it."
Ryu sighed again, from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't feeling well, why did Ichiro have to go and say things like that today, when he was already so weak? Ryu felt his defenses break entirely. He lened slowly on Ichiro.
"I love you, too", he whispered.
Ichiro felt so happy he could shout. He was one of those who might actully do that, for real. But he wasn't insensitive, he knew full well that Ryu didn't appreciate that sort of things. He alså realized Ryu wasn't feeling well. He seemed tired and lonely. So instead he just slipped an arm around Ryu's waist.
Ryu closed his eyes. What am I doing, he thought. Where are my defeses, my composure? Didn't I promise myself not to fall in love? Didn't I say it would just hurt? Hurt me, hurt whoever I fall in love with. So why do I fell safe for the first time in a whole year? Why do I feel like everything's going to be all right?
October wind grabbed their hair, made Ichiro's blonde curls move. They sat like that, side by side, facing opposite directions for a few minutes.
"Suki", said Ichiro suddely.
Ryu sighed. He could be friends with Ichiro, he could let Ichiro drag him along to the movies or city events with the rest of his friends, he could even let Ichiro cling to him, but he couldn't let Ichiro love him.
"So you keep telling me", he muttered.
"Every day", nodded Ichiro. "Hoping that one day you might get it. I mean it."
Ryu sighed again, from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't feeling well, why did Ichiro have to go and say things like that today, when he was already so weak? Ryu felt his defenses break entirely. He lened slowly on Ichiro.
"I love you, too", he whispered.
Ichiro felt so happy he could shout. He was one of those who might actully do that, for real. But he wasn't insensitive, he knew full well that Ryu didn't appreciate that sort of things. He alså realized Ryu wasn't feeling well. He seemed tired and lonely. So instead he just slipped an arm around Ryu's waist.
Ryu closed his eyes. What am I doing, he thought. Where are my defeses, my composure? Didn't I promise myself not to fall in love? Didn't I say it would just hurt? Hurt me, hurt whoever I fall in love with. So why do I fell safe for the first time in a whole year? Why do I feel like everything's going to be all right?
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Gabriel Hawke and Anders (Yes.... Dragon Age 2.....) (Here be male on male sex..... if you cant take it, skip it)
Gabriel Hawke sat staring into a campfire. Their last for a long while, or so he hoped. He hoped their long journey would come to an end tomorrow, they had seen their destination from a hilltop a few hours ago. The Grey Wardens in Baldur's Gate had said that wen you first saw the White City from a hilltop, it was only a full day's march left in clear weather, two if it rained.
Gabriel felt said and tired and a tiny bit frustrated. His hunger had been stilled, his thirst quenched, now he wanted to rest in his lovers arms. Time was so precious, and he could feel his own time slip away. His lover, Anders, sat down beside him. He had been away fetching water. While by the brook, Anders had had a moment of clear thinking. He had realized that Gabriel needed some attention. Since they left Baldur's Gate they had both been so intent on the purpose of their journey, the help Anders, that they both seemed to have forgotten Gabriels well-being.
"I should make you some tea", said Anders quietly. "You look a bit cold."
"I don't want tea", said Gabriel and took Anders hand. "I want something much different tonight."
Anders smiled.
"We could stay outside if you wish", he said. "It's clear and warm."
Gabriel shook his head.
"Sorry, but I want a roof over my head. Even if it is just a tent."
"As you wish", said Anders. "Your word is law, as always. But are you certain we should make love?"
"You read me like an open book", smiled Gabriel. "And yes, we should."
Gabriel rose and Anders followed. They went into their tent. To Gabriel, their blankets looked very inviting. He sat down. Anders sat down opposite to him. They undressed each other in silence. Gabriel felt Anders' warm, smooth skin under his fingers, felt his muscles tense with anticipated pleasure. Anders caressed Gabriels chest, let his hands run up over his shoulders. He pulled Gabriel gently into his arms.
"Your'e trembling", he said. "Afraid?"
Gabriel smiled and let his left hand caress Anders' right thigh.
"What am I", he asked. "A 16-year-old virgin?"
"No", admitted Anders. "But you never seem to get used to this."
Gabriel kissed Anders' chest.
"Maybe I'm just tired", he said. "Or maybe I'm just exited."
"Let's hope for that last thing."
Gabriel nodded.He was still not sure what he wanted most, sex or sleep, but he knew this couldn't be stopped now. Anders leaned down and kissed Gabriel's hair. Gabriel looked up. Anders took the chance as it presented itself, and kissed Gabriel on the lips, long and deep. Gently, he pushed Gabriel down on his back. Not the easiest way for to men to make love, but the absolutely most intimate. For a long while, they just lay like that, kissing, until Gabriel whispered:
"I'm cold."
Anders grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around them.
"I hope you are ready, love", he said. "Because I can't wait a moment longer."
Gabriel nodded. He was ready for anything.
A soft moan escaped Gabriel. Anders hadn't been kidding. He thrust deep and hard into Gabriel. Gabriel closed his eyes, lost himself to Anders' strength, to their love, to their lust. He could fell Anders' warm skin as he caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back, could feel Anders' hot breath on his neck, on his face, mingling with his own in eager kisses. Could feel Anders' hands touching him, touching him.....
At first. Gabriel didn't even notice, so lost was he in their hunger that he found it only natural, nothing strange. Then, he thought perhaps it was an effect of their climax, an odd one. But as he felt himself weakening, he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes, and instead of meeting Anders' warm, loving brown eyes, he saw the blazing blue of Justice's. Justice had again taken over and he was now trying to strangle Gabriel. He was succeeding. Gabriel couldn't breathe. His body, which had only moments ago been trembling with pleasure was now trembling with fear and agony.
"Anders", he croaked.
"Anders is not here", said Justice hoarsely. "You are a distraction. I can't let you live."
"Let go of me", whispered Gabriel. He wanted to shout.
Justice's grip around Gabriel's throat tightened.
"I can't", said Justice. "I and Anders need to go back to Ferelden. We need to right the wrongs done to mages there. I can't let you live."
Gabriels head was swimming, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he would die now, by Justice's hand. He would never see Anders' brown reassuring eyes again, never hear his voice. The desire to tell Anders one more thing rose in him. With his last strength, he said:
"Anders, I love you."
Then, everything went black. How long he was unconscious he couldn't tell, but when he woke up, Anders lay beside him, still gasping for breath. Their eyes met. Anders' eyes was again that warm brown.
"Did I hurt you", asked Anders quietly.
Gabriel shook his head. Anders took his hand and massaged it gently.
"Liar", he said.
Gabriel twisted around, rested his head on Anders chest. He was feeling really dizzy.
"Don't let me fall asleep yet", he muttered. "I think I'll never wake up again if I do.
Anders lay his right arm around Gabriel, and took Gabriel's right hand, that lay on his chest, with his left.
"I'll make sure you wake up", he said. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Go to sleep."
"You didn't hurt me. I was Justice. But yes, I'll go to sleep. I trust you to take care of me."
Anders couldn't help but wonder if that trust wasn't extremely misplaced.
"I should make you some tea", said Anders quietly. "You look a bit cold."
"I don't want tea", said Gabriel and took Anders hand. "I want something much different tonight."
Anders smiled.
"We could stay outside if you wish", he said. "It's clear and warm."
Gabriel shook his head.
"Sorry, but I want a roof over my head. Even if it is just a tent."
"As you wish", said Anders. "Your word is law, as always. But are you certain we should make love?"
"You read me like an open book", smiled Gabriel. "And yes, we should."
Gabriel rose and Anders followed. They went into their tent. To Gabriel, their blankets looked very inviting. He sat down. Anders sat down opposite to him. They undressed each other in silence. Gabriel felt Anders' warm, smooth skin under his fingers, felt his muscles tense with anticipated pleasure. Anders caressed Gabriels chest, let his hands run up over his shoulders. He pulled Gabriel gently into his arms.
"Your'e trembling", he said. "Afraid?"
Gabriel smiled and let his left hand caress Anders' right thigh.
"What am I", he asked. "A 16-year-old virgin?"
"No", admitted Anders. "But you never seem to get used to this."
Gabriel kissed Anders' chest.
"Maybe I'm just tired", he said. "Or maybe I'm just exited."
"Let's hope for that last thing."
Gabriel nodded.He was still not sure what he wanted most, sex or sleep, but he knew this couldn't be stopped now. Anders leaned down and kissed Gabriel's hair. Gabriel looked up. Anders took the chance as it presented itself, and kissed Gabriel on the lips, long and deep. Gently, he pushed Gabriel down on his back. Not the easiest way for to men to make love, but the absolutely most intimate. For a long while, they just lay like that, kissing, until Gabriel whispered:
"I'm cold."
Anders grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around them.
"I hope you are ready, love", he said. "Because I can't wait a moment longer."
Gabriel nodded. He was ready for anything.
A soft moan escaped Gabriel. Anders hadn't been kidding. He thrust deep and hard into Gabriel. Gabriel closed his eyes, lost himself to Anders' strength, to their love, to their lust. He could fell Anders' warm skin as he caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back, could feel Anders' hot breath on his neck, on his face, mingling with his own in eager kisses. Could feel Anders' hands touching him, touching him.....
At first. Gabriel didn't even notice, so lost was he in their hunger that he found it only natural, nothing strange. Then, he thought perhaps it was an effect of their climax, an odd one. But as he felt himself weakening, he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes, and instead of meeting Anders' warm, loving brown eyes, he saw the blazing blue of Justice's. Justice had again taken over and he was now trying to strangle Gabriel. He was succeeding. Gabriel couldn't breathe. His body, which had only moments ago been trembling with pleasure was now trembling with fear and agony.
"Anders", he croaked.
"Anders is not here", said Justice hoarsely. "You are a distraction. I can't let you live."
"Let go of me", whispered Gabriel. He wanted to shout.
Justice's grip around Gabriel's throat tightened.
"I can't", said Justice. "I and Anders need to go back to Ferelden. We need to right the wrongs done to mages there. I can't let you live."
Gabriels head was swimming, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he would die now, by Justice's hand. He would never see Anders' brown reassuring eyes again, never hear his voice. The desire to tell Anders one more thing rose in him. With his last strength, he said:
"Anders, I love you."
Then, everything went black. How long he was unconscious he couldn't tell, but when he woke up, Anders lay beside him, still gasping for breath. Their eyes met. Anders' eyes was again that warm brown.
"Did I hurt you", asked Anders quietly.
Gabriel shook his head. Anders took his hand and massaged it gently.
"Liar", he said.
Gabriel twisted around, rested his head on Anders chest. He was feeling really dizzy.
"Don't let me fall asleep yet", he muttered. "I think I'll never wake up again if I do.
Anders lay his right arm around Gabriel, and took Gabriel's right hand, that lay on his chest, with his left.
"I'll make sure you wake up", he said. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Go to sleep."
"You didn't hurt me. I was Justice. But yes, I'll go to sleep. I trust you to take care of me."
Anders couldn't help but wonder if that trust wasn't extremely misplaced.
