Summary of Previously : Jean-Claude and Asher are two former lovers from two hundred years the verge of a reconciliation / nervous breakdown / overdose (Tick as appropriate depending on the mood), and since the start of this pass alternating phases of fanfiction I love you I hate you I hate you I love you I love you I love you too but Morgana71 disagrees. This marriage is not to do and Carneades, who was he? Perhaps a vision seen by Asher in amphetamines while he was on the bank of the Seine to count sheep, poodles and fit. But Asher is not with our hands, are usually in the pants, but not this time. Must attend to business red tape with Jean-Claude and no, now the Cossack not call it that, really must get him to sign the paperwork, and then reluctantly goes to the theater where the surprises ... smoke a pipe? Watching yet another replica of Gilmore Girls? Make words Crusades? Yes, I know, any person with the imagination of an ant has already figured out but it's not our fault that these two are the same things! Soundtrack: Macho Man by Village People
Asher's eyes widened in surprise forgetting his usual cold stare and even hide behind the scarred side of his beloved tuft of hair.
Was it possible? He must really believe his eyes? The coca which stunned recently had begun to rodergli what little was left of his brain?
Jean-Claude was on his knees on the bed, oblivious, completely immersed in what he was doing and a woman with two very very high and extremely huge tits was riding him hard from behind. I was riding? A woman?
"Jean-Claude!"
The vampire took a leap and splintered nails on the bedside orgy bed with fright. "Oh my God!" Squeak. "My husband!"
"Are you married?" Asked the woman behind him with a pleasant baritone voice.
"but not cherie, it's just a saying. I have all the benefits without even a Rogne "
Asher stared icily the two lovebirds, who in spite of the intrusion had not even pretended to stop giving off balloon full of insults with the nonchalance typical of the ancients. "Well, well, well. Here it is the Jean caught with our little hands in the jar of jam. "
" Actually I'm not having to put my hands. "explains Jean-Claude wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I really do not have hands." Clear statement of the woman deposited a kiss on the shoulder of the companion.
"Stop it!" Barked Asher throwing the nonchalance in the toilet and pulling the toilet. "I do not give a damn shit! The truth is that after all the promises and the kisses and forgive us back to the starting point: that I will make you the first bill that passed the fuck! "
" But Ashy, mica does not count! It 's a woman! You know that I prefer. "
Woman in question turned to Asher, without detaching the other vampire, holding out a hand of a mason. "Nice dear, my name is Cynthia!
"He has a beard Jean-Claude."
"So what? Moustached woman always liked. "
" She has the cock. "
" Oh really! It 'like a woman like me, those who have that something extra. "
" And that something! "Said Cynthia, smiling. "Will you join us, honey? You can ask the policeman behind the screen if it makes you a bit 'of place! "
Asher's hair began to slap levitate ruining the clump carefully crafted. "Jesus, Jean-Claude, now I have to also entertain your Ganzi? "
Jean snorted presaging the arrival of yet accusations. "Excuse moi cherie but I need some 'privacy." He whispered to her companion in the eye and snapping his fingers, a woman's conscience evaporated like snow in the sun.
"Uhhh the super master at work! What has the IQ of an ant with your eyes you'll make it too? "
Jeen-Claude's eyes flashed a flash of anger. "Look bbbello, we put the record straight: Cynthia is my first leading lady and even though it has cheeks a bit 'rough deserves your respect. It 's a woman with balls, you know? "
" Do not I doubt it ... "
" Shut up. According to me you give up you moron! I've given up like you always do. Thou hast made him fear for "making him the verse in a voice shrill." God has Ardy! My God is more powerful than me! Oh God make me his slave! So what? How many times have you come close to make me your slave? "
Asher laughed chillingly. "Near?"
"And now I do all the macho men only because my demon is more pumped than usual." I ignored the other. "Thou hast broken er cock Asher. To me and to my ardeur: If our favorite jelly does not want us to play with patience, those who has satisfied and I want to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy! What have you to say now? "
Asher said in his own way. Jean-Claude He shot a cold stare and took flight.
few minutes later he found himself the vampire ERM hill was always dear to him were it not for the fucking hedge from seeing most of the horizon prevents me and ruin the view.
The river was slow, panta rei, indifferent to his suffering. There was no religion.
The noise of the hard rain of late Tuesday was mixed with the beat of his heart went crazy as the wings of a chardonnoret hamster in a cage, and the drops of rain streaming down his face hiding the tears of anger failed to retain and luckily that did not use kohl as Jean-Claude.
"What have I done to deserve all this time?"
sad and mournful voice of Jean-Claude came behind the unexpected. Well, let's face it, only an idiot would come unexpectedly, but the rest of our vampires can be expected that much, no? Asher took a deep breath and turned around.
Jean Claude was in front of him, naked except for his cloak behind him said, dripping wet, almost glowing in the pale moonlight. What's new, practically, it was in that condition from the first chapter ...
"What a bore! But I always follow? Back to Natalie. "
"Cynthia. "
" Cynthia, Jessica, Desiree ... what the fuck you want. I'm tired and I just want to count the sheep wandering Asia odir on my lonely hill and the wind rustling through the trees. "" Not the wind, is a homeless drunk who vomits. "Said Jean-Claude wearily. "And the sheep the accounts or the mountains?"
"What 's your typical reproach by this petty when you know very well that my mind has not the pure form, but only love. Do you know the truth? "" No, Asher. "Replied the other with a defiant tone. "Spit it out the fucking truth that there are two centuries have on the crop! "
" The truth is ... The truth is ... The truth is ... "The vampire paused, staring at the friend who hung on his lips waiting for a response. "The truth will tell you the next installment. Cliffhanger! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! God how I'm bad! "
" Come on Ashy "complained Jean-Claude plaintive voice." Okay sadism but now it is no exaggeration! "
" Occhei. The truth is I had a great desire to kill you. "
" Mon Dieu! Now that's a spoiler ... "
Asher began to speak staring into space as if he were watching a movie shot in his head.
"If I'd stayed a minute longer, I'd be fed up with her to kill her, I would have bled to death and thrown away and then dedicate myself to you."
Jean-Claude yawned. "And let me guess: you would kill me too?"
"I think so." Asher said with a cold stare. "It probably would have prevented me because now you are the strongest, it seems ... but in the end, I would have killed you. Just play with stuff like dirt and distract blowjobs and the like. "
" So you would kill me after she fucked to exhaustion, I guess, right? "
" Hey! But when I told you my plans?. " Growled before returning to the cold stare of stolid order. "But wait, you're taking the piss?"
"Jesus! You realize it only now? "Jean Claude came dangerously. "In any case the idea stirs me. When we turn this snuff movie? "
" You are a very very sick child. "
" Fuck Asher. We've been together for years! I could bear it otherwise? "
" Are you calling me a monster? "
" Uffaaaaa "Jean protested miming vomiting. "Ancora 'is the history of the monster!"
"Of course! Why did you turn rotates the lover and of course it is also a piece of ass though of dubious sexuality. "
Jean-Claude erse in all its dignity and tormented emo masochist sfiguez, pointing his finger straight into the chest of Asher. He was just a beautiful chest.
"Listen, my dear cicci-pucci, I doubt very few, but this is not the point. The question is, what the fuck you nefrega to you? I've served my bird, my balls, my ass, my feelings and everything that makes me a person, more or less, on a silver platter, and thou hast thou spit on it. I have just stew. I go forward. "
Asher sniffed. "Without me. Do you have a Kleenex? "
"I just want someone that I did not waste and do not want me just for my power." Went the other handing him a wet corner of the mantle. "I've finished blowing here. It 's a sin so unforgivable? "
" Well, it's silk, will no longer be on. "
" meant someone who will not want just my Ardy. "
" No, Jean. "Whispered the other, shrugging. "It is a shame, it's just an impossible wish in this fanfiction."
"Listen to me Ashy ... try to make peace with your brain and your bird, and decide what you really want. So it seems only a arrogant, spoiled and perpetually dissatisfied. "
" Once it was just that you liked me. "
" But once I have sex! And sorry if it is little. "
" Once I was cool and that's all that matters. "
Jean-Claude closed his eyes, defeated, uncertain whether to tear his hair or get to scream. Then he decided to ruin the curls that was out was a waste of breath and screaming. "What did you do in theater?" Finally murmured almost inaudibly.
Asher stared at him coldly. But then, suddenly, came the spring and the ice melted. It 'goes without saying that the sudden changes in temperature favors avalanches?
"Nothing important." Quietly answered. "Tomorrow I go back to last mission for the Council, and I'll be away for quite a while. 'I looked with a strange look, one last time. "I just wanted to say hello. That's it. "
Jean-Claude scratched his head, thinking that this man is not worthy c'avrebbe never understood a dick. "Oh well then hello."
"Hello." Replied enigmatically the other fly. No one would prevent him from mounting, that is, counting sheep, not even Jean-Claude!
Now that was a cliffhanger, porcapaletta! Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.
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