oh hello f-list, newbies and old faithfuls, one and all

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So I am stealing this from my darling featherfish because it is a very, very rad idea and also some of you are shy and I wish you wouldn't be because I really don't bite unless you're into that.

So without further ado, I give you:

In past Christmases, I have left an open invitation to write little fanfic drabbles for LJ holiday presents. I'd like to do that

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[featherfish]

Harlequins, Higgs Particle, eyeliner & cigarettes.

Higgs Particle is optional. I threw it in there to make things exciting.

Porn porn porn.

[featherfish]

Oh oh and. I want to include the captcha I got for that comment because I love captchas that could be sentences.

"Clinerei was."

Is Clinerei a name? I DON'T KNOW. You shall find out.

Fill: Commedia dell'Arte all'Improviso (1/3)

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“The way you’re smoking that cigarette, you make it look like a fucking religious experience or something.”

It would seem from the way he called out, sauntering over with a gold-corded red domino mask pushed back on top of his head that he didn’t believe in subtlety or proper introductions,. Which suited me just fine, because neither did I. I felt a grin spreading across my face, hot and slow and delicious while I looked over the rim of my champagne flute and waited for him to be close enough that I wouldn’t have to yell over the music.

“You know this is a masquerade ball, right?” I shot back, taking the bait just like I always do, saying yes I want to play, I want to play and this is my favourite game, so why don’t we get started?, “You’re supposed to come in costume

Fill: Commedia dell'Arte all'Improviso (2/3)

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“Clinerei was telling me there was nothing at this party worth chasing. I said What about the White Rabbit over there? and he told me you know more about numbers than you do about people

Fill: Commedia dell'Arte all'Improviso (3/3)

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And I’m left gasping as he slips beneath the table, looking around frantically, for the first time thankful for the low lights, the loud noise, the crush of people concerned only about putting on a show, because I know what’s coming next and I want it. Worth the risk, worth anything at all.

I bit down on my knuckle as he closed his lips over the head of my cock, reaching my other hand down to knot in his hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling up, See, this is how I play this game, don’t you want to play rough, too? And it seemed like he did, digging his nails into my hipbones, taking my cock all the way into his mouth so that I was screaming into the palm of my hand, rocking my hips up. O, god, he was everything wicked and clever, the way his tongue moved the way he dipped his head, the sting of his nails clutching tighter and tighter. I was shaking, teeth clenched and sucking in tight, choked breaths. My hand fell away from my lips to cup his cheek, feeling his jaw work against my palm

Re: Fill: Commedia dell'Arte all'Improviso (3/3)

[featherfish]

OH. OH MY HEAVENS.

This is beautiful and luxuriantly sexy and elegant and all the things I ever wanted. Oh thank you beautiful Wonderderp.

Oh god glorious. In particular this:

Everything. And I could break it all down, shatter it so that it’s small enough to handle. Calculate every angle. Strip it to its simplest form and then build it back up so that my hands would know worlds. There’s something there, stitched through everything like a gold thread. Higgs boson, God particle, call it what you want, it’s all the same. My harlequin boy doesn’t see the world like I do, no he doesn’t. He doesn’t see the order in it all, only the potential.

That suits him just fine because all he wants is to shred it all apart in thin, fragile pieces, like pulling the wings from flies. He wants to take a look inside just for the sake of seeing something novel. I know just then that I’d let him, too. O, how I would. It’s worth the risk. Go ahead, I thought, go ahead, pull it all apart, rearrange it, use my blood as fingerpaintClinerei thinks that all I