Brad/Nate, Do it on your own, it makes no difference to me, What you leave behind and what you choose to be, And whatever they say, Your soul is unbreakable.
b/n, what you leave behind 1/2lickingbeadsDecember 19 2010, 18:42:43 UTC
(Sorry this took so long! I do love Muse a lot. IDEK why this came out. XD)
#1 The night before Brad is set to leave for military school, Nate invites him over, makes him sit on the edge of Nate's bed and reaches for the zip of Brad's shorts. Brad's cock jumps in his hand and Nate only enjoys the heft of it in his palm for a moment before swallowing Brad down.
Brad grunts above him, in surprise maybe, and his hands fly up to grab Nate's head, fingers twisting in Nate's hair even as he doesn't force Nate to take in any more.
Fuck that.
Nate may not have had a whole lot of time to perfect his deep-throating technique, but he loves Brad's cock, loves the way it stiffens and swells inside his mouth, how Brad tastes, how his dick gets even harder and wetter as Nate keeps swallowing tight around it, desperate because he wants all of Brad, and this is somehow the closest he can get sometimes-
Brad curses above him, gasps, Nate, fuck, your mouth-stop, I-But of course Nate doesn't stop, because he wants Brad to come into his mouth, wants
( ... )
b/n, what you leave behind 2/2lickingbeadsDecember 19 2010, 18:43:44 UTC
#3 "Are you fucking out of your mind? Why the fuck would you even consider this? You're too smart for-"
"Don't you even fucking say it," Nate says, and he knows his voice is low and cold. "Don't you fucking even try to tell me I'm too smart for the Corps. You-You would-" The anger is choking him, the anger that Brad would dareHe sees the fight flood out of Brad. "Okay, hey. Hey, I'm sorry. Come here." Brad tugs him close, pulls him into his chest. Brad is still three inches taller than him. Sometimes, Nate hates it
( ... )
vamp!Brad/vamp!Nate; misunderstanding 1/2lickingbeadsDecember 10 2010, 09:22:35 UTC
For fuck's sake, what else was he supposed to think? It's an easy fucking mistake to make. It's not that he's nervous or anything, but Tony and Gina have called him up practically every day that week to check whether anything has happened yet and subtly begging him to come stay with them until the whole thing blows over; and Doc rolling his eyes at him whenever Brad sees him at work; and Ray with his fucking questions and suggestions and diagrams, jesus fucking christ.
So when you know there's a hit on you, courtesy of a grudge held by someone like Encino man, too much money and connections even if he doesn't have a shred of sense in his bloated, stubborn, undead skull, what else are you supposed to think when there's a knock on your door and you feel the presence on the other side of the wood all the way to the other fucking end of the house
( ... )
vamp!Brad/vamp!Nate; misunderstanding 2/2lickingbeadsDecember 10 2010, 09:24:07 UTC
"You-you weren't sent by Schwetje?" And even as he says it, he realizes how utterly laughably the thought is-this one couldn't have been sent by anyone, and Encino Man's clout certainly doesn't reach to vampires with the softest-looking lips and the most lethal speed Brad has encountered in centuries
( ... )
Honestly. I've heard this song before. Multiple times. Hah, goes to show how much attention I often pay to lyrics... Heretical, I know.
Nah, I actually really love the idea behind this, but starting this drabble post apparently opened the floodgates already--I'm writing a couple of things, and seem to be back to dabbling in predators!verse, IDEFK... Good for my thesis, this, absolutely. D:
Brad/Nate (vampire!AU or not, whatever strikes your fancy)
The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed. They will do anything it’s true. And the skin is beautifully cared for. But they have no sense of it. They are all manner and amazing technique. I lie with them thinking of your foolish excess, of your panting and sweating, and your eyes after.
I'm losing my mind over my yagkyas fic at the moment, but once I'm done, I'll definitely come back to this post and maybe write something short for a change. XD
b/n; the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to itlickingbeadsDecember 10 2010, 19:07:41 UTC
(IDEK!!)
It's a well-kept secret that Brad actually likes his job.
Some days.
Most days he feels like he would be doing the world a huge fucking favor if he took the current bunch of useless, moronic, liberal ass-bandits and made them run until they dropped. Dropped dead, possibly.
But some days, when he sees a certain kind of glint in a kid's eyes, when it's been long enough that they've metaphorically beat out the rebellion and the rage and the resentment, and what is left is pure resolve, determination and strength-
That's when Brad thinks they are actually getting somewhere with them; making, if they're really fucking lucky, junior officers that will actually use their fucking heads, balance the mission with the men under their command, and maybe even earn the bars they're carrying.
That's one of the good parts.
This-this is its polar fucking opposite. This is something Brad will probably go to hell for
( ... )
Re: b/n; the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to itlickingbeadsDecember 11 2010, 12:38:39 UTC
As if it's gonna happen!! lol Don't we know it :D Brad tries to delude himself into thinking he has some sort of choice, here. Poor guy, is he ever wrong. XD
Comments 100
Do it on your own, it makes no difference to me,
What you leave behind and what you choose to be,
And whatever they say,
Your soul is unbreakable.
Reply
#1
The night before Brad is set to leave for military school, Nate invites him over, makes him sit on the edge of Nate's bed and reaches for the zip of Brad's shorts. Brad's cock jumps in his hand and Nate only enjoys the heft of it in his palm for a moment before swallowing Brad down.
Brad grunts above him, in surprise maybe, and his hands fly up to grab Nate's head, fingers twisting in Nate's hair even as he doesn't force Nate to take in any more.
Fuck that.
Nate may not have had a whole lot of time to perfect his deep-throating technique, but he loves Brad's cock, loves the way it stiffens and swells inside his mouth, how Brad tastes, how his dick gets even harder and wetter as Nate keeps swallowing tight around it, desperate because he wants all of Brad, and this is somehow the closest he can get sometimes-
Brad curses above him, gasps, Nate, fuck, your mouth-stop, I-But of course Nate doesn't stop, because he wants Brad to come into his mouth, wants ( ... )
Reply
"Are you fucking out of your mind? Why the fuck would you even consider this? You're too smart for-"
"Don't you even fucking say it," Nate says, and he knows his voice is low and cold. "Don't you fucking even try to tell me I'm too smart for the Corps. You-You would-" The anger is choking him, the anger that Brad would dareHe sees the fight flood out of Brad. "Okay, hey. Hey, I'm sorry. Come here." Brad tugs him close, pulls him into his chest. Brad is still three inches taller than him. Sometimes, Nate hates it ( ... )
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
So when you know there's a hit on you, courtesy of a grudge held by someone like Encino man, too much money and connections even if he doesn't have a shred of sense in his bloated, stubborn, undead skull, what else are you supposed to think when there's a knock on your door and you feel the presence on the other side of the wood all the way to the other fucking end of the house ( ... )
Reply
Reply
"I lower my head/and hope you see/that you are reigning/way over me/don't you see/i'm your steady one."
Reply
Reply
http://www.imfrombarcelona.com/?page_id=1134
Reply
Nah, I actually really love the idea behind this, but starting this drabble post apparently opened the floodgates already--I'm writing a couple of things, and seem to be back to dabbling in predators!verse, IDEFK... Good for my thesis, this, absolutely. D:
Reply
Brad/Nate (vampire!AU or not, whatever strikes your fancy)
The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anything it’s true.
And the skin is beautifully cared for.
But they have no sense of it. They are
all manner and amazing technique.
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excess, of your panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
Jack Gilbert
Reply
Feel free to look around and drop in a ficklet of your own! :D
Reply
I'm losing my mind over my yagkyas fic at the moment, but once I'm done, I'll definitely come back to this post and maybe write something short for a change. XD
Reply
Reply
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Reply
It's a well-kept secret that Brad actually likes his job.
Some days.
Most days he feels like he would be doing the world a huge fucking favor if he took the current bunch of useless, moronic, liberal ass-bandits and made them run until they dropped. Dropped dead, possibly.
But some days, when he sees a certain kind of glint in a kid's eyes, when it's been long enough that they've metaphorically beat out the rebellion and the rage and the resentment, and what is left is pure resolve, determination and strength-
That's when Brad thinks they are actually getting somewhere with them; making, if they're really fucking lucky, junior officers that will actually use their fucking heads, balance the mission with the men under their command, and maybe even earn the bars they're carrying.
That's one of the good parts.
This-this is its polar fucking opposite. This is something Brad will probably go to hell for ( ... )
Reply
As if it's gonna happen!! lol
Thank you so much! Reading your lovely stories really make me feel like it's already Christmas and I have the best presents I could wish for!
Reply
Don't we know it :D Brad tries to delude himself into thinking he has some sort of choice, here. Poor guy, is he ever wrong. XD
Reply
Leave a comment