FINE FINE FINE FINE

[yougotgold]

THAT MEME.

If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write something.

ALAN SHORE? COMMENT AWAY. And the rest of you too.

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[yougotgold]

Deny until you die: that's Ari Gold's motto. Or one of them, anyway. Others include: 'Fake it 'til you feel it', 'Fuck 'em', 'Money Money Money', and 'Cunt muscle'.

Only the last one currently doesn't apply.

"This is our little, huge, fucking, career-ending, mass-murder inducing, TMZ-worthy, fucking, fucking secret," Ari murmurs, as he slams the other man up against the frosted glass wall of his office. If the building wasn't deserted... If it wasn't a Sunday night... If it was so late it was actually morning...

Lloyd would be wetting his muff right now. For more than one reason.

There's a painting on Ari's desk. Literally on Ari's desk. Kara Keating smiles a winning, gleaming smile and holds up her Oscar for best actress.

"You are going to make me a billion fucking dollars," Ari says against the other man's neck; his hands going places that would make Mrs. Ari seriously jealous.

Sylar smirks; drags the pad of his thumb mockingly across Ari's forehead. Ari laughs.

"Baby. You know that's not where my power is."

He holds up his cellphone. Sets it on vibrate. Undoes Sylar's fly.

His back-up blackberry has his first cell on speed dial.

Ari Gold is a master of multitasking.

[yougotgold]

Thank you. It was indeed a pleasure to write while cackling madly.