I have not been on LJ at all in forever, and I've been neglecting all my writings, and I totally suck. Why will someone not get on me for this? I was writing that Style fic, Eyeliner, CrackerJacks, and Everything in between. And then I stopped... And didn't write for forever. Became obsessed with other things. Like RDJ and Star Trek and Glee,
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Well, no. If Damian thinks about when exactly it started, he would say it was about six months ago, Halloween (if pressed, he could tell you the exact hour). Pip was wearing this stupid angel's robe that dragged down to the floor, complete with the fluffy wings and halo. They were just sitting around, like any old day--Damian had not wanted to go trick-or-treating; it was a deal-breaker at this point--so they were at Pip's house, just watching Friday the 13th again.
They were on Pip's uncomfortable living room couch, so close they were nearly sharing breathing space, and when Pip turned away from the screen to find his can of Pepsi, Damian watched the way his lithe body stretched over what looked like miles of plaid fabric and thought fuck.But the point is, he has a problem now. Pip is his friend--only friend outside of the demons that only like him because he could send them all to Montana if he really wanted to--and he should not be getting these constant urges to defile him. It is not ( ... )
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PARTY.
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