Something was looking at him. It was small and green and had black, beady eyes. Preston squinted. A lizard, stuffed and covered with some shiny fabric, rested on the table beside the bed. He speculated idly on the purpose of such a thing.

Before coming to a satisfactory conclusion, he was distracted by the oddly-combined sensations of pain and ( Read more... )

Preston had stared at his Prozium vial for endless minutes before secreting it with the others in the cache behind the mirror. Now he lay in his bed, tense and sweating, unable to quiet his mind to sleep. Unable to stop thinking of Partridge and what he had done. His penis was stiff. It hadn’t been completely soft since he left the factory. Just ( Read more... )

The Prozium cartridge shifted against Preston’s waist, silently accusatory as he strode among the ruined buildings. He wiped his hand on his tunic, still convinced he could feel the puppy’s saliva. He had brought it food and water, but the creature seemed to crave affection more than sustenance. The pathetic, piercing yips as Preston walked away ( Read more... )

( I think you have to kiss me. )

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Bloody hell, considering his original plan for today, was this really so scary? He fluttered his eyelashes. “Be gentle.”

Jack laughed and shoved him off and rolled off the bed to pick up his trousers. He pulled a tube of something from a pocket and return to kneel between Mason’s legs.

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Okay, this story resulted from a "holy crap, wouldn't those two be hot together?" conversation I had one day. And lo, there was porn.

For the uninitiated, Jack (during his Dr. Who days) is paired with Mason (*points to icon*) from Dead Like Me. Mason is a shiftless petty criminal who died in the 1960's when he drilled a hole in his head in search of ( Read more... )

Jack was not surprised that Stephen was late. Not a bit of it. He was doubtless still deep in conversation with M. Morel, in French, no less, oblivious to suspicious stares from passing Londoners. Stephen had never cared much for promptness. Today his tardiness was decidedly inconvenient, however. It was going on midnight and the Surprise ( Read more... )

Continued from Part 1 - http://druis.livejournal.com/2463.html#cutid1

When they started getting dirty looks from the waiters they split the check and left, hopping a trolley to Queens and the Jacobs apartment. After a flurry of hugs and handshakes, a slightly-awkward kiss ( Read more... )

It's a Newsies story, folks! Have you seen Newsies? If not, watch it with some friends and the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It's enormous silly fun and it stars a don't-look-at-him-that-way-he's-sixteen-you-filthy-old-woman Christian Bale.

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( David is sad. And horny. Poor David. )

When she got to the Hub, however, there wasn’t time for more than a short awkward silence with Ianto before work interfered. Something had crashed just outside Pencoed and there were already reports of “huge fucking lizards” scaring the locals.

It took three exhausting days to sort the whole business and, although she didn’t mean it to, the subject ( Read more... )