In past years, the last two days would have been an amusing distraction, fun, even. Julian would have enjoyed watching the secret and not-so-secret deliveries of love declarations, and would have even thought today's chaos of magically-induced infatuation was entertaining, if a bit disruptive in some cases, and rather sad in a few others ( Read more... )

Julian had enjoyed himself at the post-election party, despite his two best friends not winning, yet again. He'd eaten, drank, had enjoyable conversations with people, and all the while kept an eye out for Anthony, but he hadn't seen him. Guy he'd run into, of course. Where there was a party, there also would be found Guy Burgess. But Guy hadn't ( Read more... )

When Julian had awoken in a cozy pine bed in a swiss chalet, he'd been rather confused, but the sight of snow drifting past the window in lazy swirls had transformed the confusion into delight. He'd slipped on the shoes, jacket and scarf he'd arrived in, not even bothering to change from the warm flannel pyjamas he'd awoken in; they were the ( Read more... )

It was a familiar scene, at least on the island. Anthony sitting on his bed reading, and Julian sprawled next to him, head on Anthony's thigh, reading, drowsing, or like today, writing. Well, sort of writing. It was more of editing, reading back through the last half-dozen or so poems he'd written, scratching out words and jotting down replacements ( Read more... )

It had taken weeks of work. There'd been building the furniture, figuring out how to make colours, spending hours wandering about the jungle looking for the right plants to make stains. And then actually making them, mashing plants and berries, simmering them to the right concentration, adding fixatives. Finally, he'd come up with some basic ( Read more... )

A long, hot shower, a bit of real food and drink and a change of clothes had revitalised Julian, making him feel human again. It also made him regret his behaviour toward Anthony, as they'd both been upset, tired and under a fair amount of stress. He knew Anthony well enough to know that his reaction was the man's way of showing his concern ( Read more... )

Seeing Satine again, talking with her, laughing and smiling (and touching, there had been quite a fair amount of that) had been a pleasant surprise, but now that Julian was alone again, the encounter--as well as their initial meeting--playing in his mind, it was starting to weigh on him heavily. There was a strong attraction, and it was quite ( Read more... )

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Anthony arched a brow, fingers stroking lightly up and down Julian's neck. "Yes?" he murmured teasingly.Julian shivered, the light touch sending little electric shocks of sensation throughout his body. His breathing was already changing, growing harsher, faster, as he looked up at Anthony with eyes dark with desire. "More," ( Read more... )

"God..." Julian gasped as he slumped against Anthony, spent and heavy-limbed. The days since his arrival and reunion with Anthony had certainly been a period of adjustment, but copious amounts of sex, along with long walks, exploration of the island, the compound--his new home, in other words--had made them pass in a blur ( Read more... )