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  <title>Best sort of Uke</title>
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  <updated>2008-08-05T23:54:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badass_uke:4754</id>
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    <title>Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 5)</title>
    <published>2008-08-05T23:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T23:54:32Z</updated>
    <category term="dgm"/>
    <category term="yu"/>
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    <lj:music>Kate Pery~ I Kissed A Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Authors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Neuro~ &amp;amp; Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D. Gray-Man (AU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Pairing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; RabiYu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We claim no ownership of&amp;nbsp;D. Gray-Man the series or the characters involved in this story, but oh we wish we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Chapter 5"&gt;The rest of the car ride went by so slow it seemed, the Asian had been focusing on the road and trying to force his blush off his cheeks. It had worked half of the time but there were still moments where he swore he could feel Rabi's lips on his and it gave him a slight chill. It had been so long since anyone besides his family had been to his home, so now along with the sexual tension he had the worry of his home being a wrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment complex came to view, it wasn't high class but there was no doubt to the type of renters that lived here. Kanda parked in his spot and turned off the car, handing the other the keys. Shyly refraining from speaking, which irritated him because he was hardly EVER shy around another guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>HAPPY  BIRTHDAY TO YU!</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T21:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T21:14:38Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Toybox- Best Friend</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So today is my Kanda-bear's first birthday! *excited peel of laughter* I love my cranky little Queen so much, he's perfect for his namesake... So yes Random announcing I love my kitty! *hugs him and spins*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>In reguards to marionetteblue3</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T23:17:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T23:17:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="For marionetteblue3 "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey! at the moment the Black Coffee and Cherry Scone is more of a fan fiction between me and Neuro. But if you want we could collectively start something else where you could join in! And the reason it's RabiAllen is because Alle's being a rebound, we don't really plan out where the story's go and this one is detouring to them before it's gunna be RabiYuu like woah... lol feel free to read the previous chapters and decide if you're still interested in rping with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Ne!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Badass_Uke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\</content>
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    <title>Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 3)</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T01:54:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T01:42:57Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Nothing!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Authors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Neuro~ &amp;amp; Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D. Gray-Man (AU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Pairing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Slight RabiYuu, hardcoreish RabiAllen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We claim no ownership of&amp;nbsp;D. Gray-Man the series or the characters involved in this story, but oh we wish we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Chapter 3"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi sat brooding outside of the Starbucks after his failed ‘date’ with Kanda, waiting for Allen to get off so he’d have a friend to vent his pain and frustrations to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen smiled as he clocked out, happy to be off work. Neatly he folded his apron and put it in his messenger’s bag, rolling up his sleeve his tattooed arm was almost fully exposed as he left. When he stepped outside he slid a pair of sunglasses on, pausing when he spotted Rabi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Hey… You’re back rather fast.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The younger male said obliviously.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“I ruined everything… He won’t ever want to see me again! I’m such an idiot!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi wailed and held his head in his hands, bent forward so his elbows rested on his knees.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“God kill me now! Six months of waiting and I blow it in 20 minutes!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Whoa calm down… What happened?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen asked softly and crouched in front of the taller male, holding his shoulders softly, while his silver eyes looked over the depressed male.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“I-I couldn’t help myself! And everything kept going wrong! He found your stupid party toys, and then I ended up confessing everything all at once and I kissed him! Oh fuck he was disgusted, I know it!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The red-head all but yelped with hopelessness, gripping his bright hair in fist-fulls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen paused, so that’s where the toys went to… The younger male thought before shaking his head quickly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Did he tell you to stop? Or flat out to leave him alone?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The light haired male asked and softly took his friends wrists, gently pulling them away from the bright strands slowly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;As Rabi’s hands were pulled away, his teary face was exposed and he blubbered pathetically.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“He said if I let him go he’d forget it happened… How cruel is that?!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;A soft tisk left the shorter males lips.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“That dick… I’m sorry Rabi…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen said and moved to hug his friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You want to get hammered tonight?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He offered, knowing the other would benefit from letting go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The taller man nodded miserably and rubbed at his eyes, taking comfort in his friend and casual on and off lover.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Y-yeah… I need to get totally wasted…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Alright, come to my place around eight, we’ll hit up a few bars.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The other grinned, hoping the other might want to stay longer to blow off some steam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The red-head pouted and weakly turned his own hand to counter grasp Allen’s tattooed wrist, his eyes big and brimmed with sadness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Can’t I come over now? I don’t want to just sit at my house.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A smile crossed the others lips.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah, no problem.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He agreed and pulled Rabi up; maybe it was cruel but Kanda rejecting Rabi gave him more of a chance to be with the red-head.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The older boy beamed gratefully at the other as he stood, wrapping his long arms around Allen’s shoulders and nuzzling into his neck with a muffled thank you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The tattooed male’s eyes hooded and he held Rabi in return.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s alright; let me give you a ride ok? Oh! Could I possibly… Get the toys I left in your car?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He asked sheepishly against the others neck.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi blinked as he leaned up again, a light tint staining his cheeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“…U-uuhh… You planning on using them then?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen rubbed the back of his head.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“M-maybe… Interested in testing them out with me?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He asked and swallowed softly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The red-head arched a slender, pierced brow and smiled sheepishly in return. It had been a few months since they last messed around, New Years Eve in fact…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well I suppose we could both try them out… See if their worth the money you paid for them.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The other chuckled sheepishly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s up to you Rabi… You know I could never turn you down.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He said and motioned for the other to follow him, as he headed to the red-head’s car to get his stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi walked to his Prius and unlocked it, chuckling to himself at the irony. The first time he and Allen had had sex was in this car soon after the ivory-haired young man had started.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“y’know… Some of these things look a little too ‘complicated’ to be pleasurable…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“From what I was told they were the best items there.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He grinned and looked to the car, his own memories stirring… God Rabi had been so good…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I don’t understand using toys that are so strange compared to the real thing… If you like it more wouldn’t it make regular sex kinda… Pointless?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The taller male murmured, turning an odd, swirly glass dildo in his hand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It spices things up; if they aren’t used often it gives things a different feel.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen said and took the glass toy from his friend, blushing hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Come on, I think I have everything I left.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He chuckled and took the red-head’s hand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Should I just leave my car here for the night then, or what?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi asked, locking the door and turning after Allen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Unless you want to take two cars then, or go our own ways when we call it a night.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;He said and leaned against the Prius.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I dunno… Guess if I get really smashed, I shouldn’t drive huh?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi shrugged and turned to move back toward Allen’s car instead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You can always spend the night with me.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen offered and led Rabi to his car, a tired looking Honda Civic that was a silverfish gray color.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi smiled lightly and tipped his head to one shoulder.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I suppose I COULD do that…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You don’t HAVE to.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The other shrugged and manually unlocked the doors before getting in and starting up. The car had little luxury in the small car but he loved it all the same.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“So what do you want to do first drink? Or?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The red-head sat beside him and idly looked at his hands as he twirled the various rings on his fingers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s too early to drink… Let’s go to your house…’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen laughed and adjusted his sunglasses, tossing his bag gently in the back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I meant after you come over… Are you still hungry?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Not Really…”&lt;br /&gt;Rabi replied sourly, his frown returning and disappointment flashed in his eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“S-sorry!!”&lt;br /&gt;Allen stuttered and got them started on their way to his apartment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi was silent the entire drive, cheek in his palm as he gazed numbly out the window, watching the scenery move past them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The drive passed by fast, ten minutes and the younger boy was parking the car and grabbed his things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Come on, I might have some movies or something to watch.”&lt;br /&gt;He said idly and looked to the red-head.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi shrugged and slid out of the car, slipping his hands into his pockets and watched Allen quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen most of your movies…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen went silent as he unlocked his door; the two bedroom apartment was small and kinda messy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Sorry about the mess I wasn’t expecting company.”&lt;br /&gt;He said and motioned for Rabi to follow him to his room, anxious to be alone with the attractive red-head.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“It’d okay… Not like I’m looking to be impressed by anyone…”&lt;br /&gt;The taller male whispered low, casting a light, playful smile at the other beside him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Yeah…”&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled and led Rabi to his room; he unlocked the door before setting his bag down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Make yourself comfortable.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;With a slight nod of consent Rabi shifted to the side of the bed, pulling off his clothes quietly and lightly tossing them to the side. They both knew why they were here, so there was no need to dance around each other.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen locked his door and slid out of his shirt in return, shivering as the cool air hit his pierced nipples. Topless he moved to the stereo, letting the music fill the room before he moved back to Rabi. Slowly his fingers danced over the others chest, silver eyes hooding softly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi smiled at how Allen always liked to ‘set the mood’ when they were together. He drew in a soft sigh as the younger man’s fingers slid over his chest, his own thumbs lightly rubbing the two pierced nubs on Allen’s chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“These are new… Bet there sensitive too, huh?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;A soft gasp passed Allen’s lips, pain and pleasure shot through him. His silver eyes hooded and already hazed with desire, threading his fingers slowly into Rabi’s vibrant hair. He pulled the older male down softly and brought his lips close to his partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“G-got them a month ago… They are VERY sensitive…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi’s lips curved into a sly smirk, his breath washing warm against Allen’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Humm, I bet… have you had anyone play with them yet?”&lt;br /&gt;He purred lightly and gazed down at Allen’s chest, tugging each pierced nub.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The younger male scraped his nails over Rabi’s scalp, his back arching to get closer to Rabi’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“N-no you would be the first…”&lt;br /&gt;Allen breathed shakily, shuddering as more pain laced pleasure coursed through him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“So red and irritated… Your shirt must be rubbing like crazy…”&lt;br /&gt;Rabi smirked and leaned down, swirling his tongue over each piercing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Yeah, it’s even worse at work… those shirts suck…”&lt;br /&gt;Allen chuckled weakly, his member stirring under the others skillful tongue. The younger male pushed his hips closer to his off and on lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“G-God Rabi…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The older male quietly sat on the end of Allen’s bed, holding the ivory-haired boy’s hips, his lips trailing across the others smooth, pale flesh while admiring his tattoos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Allen continued to thread his fingers into Rabi’s hair, his muscles jumping under the older man’s mouth. His pants tightening painfully from his arousal, making his breath hitch unevenly and shakily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Rabi chuckled and glanced up at Allen’s body, tugging at the front of his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Y’know… You might want to consider wearing looser pants…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“These make my ass look good.”&lt;br /&gt;Allen whispered, looking down to the older male, his body shuddering as he moved to help the red-head get him out of his pants.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badass_uke:3834</id>
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    <title>Tangled Web</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T21:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T21:25:32Z</updated>
    <category term="naruto"/>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="kiba"/>
    <category term="neji"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <category term="shikamaru"/>
    <lj:music>Muse~ Time is Running Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tangled Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sequel To:&lt;/strong&gt; A Shot in the Dark / Elusive Dance/ Wandering Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authors:&lt;/strong&gt; Neuro~ &amp;amp; Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17 (overall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series:&lt;/strong&gt; Naruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; Kiba/Shikamaru/Neji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; We claim no ownership of&amp;nbsp;Naruto the series or the characters involved in this story, but oh&amp;nbsp;if we did... mwahah. &amp;gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Tangled Web"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Another week had passed since he had seen Kiba, after the incident his teammates demanded to know what that argument was all about. He had brushed it off and politely told them it was none of their business, Lee left it at that but the only female of the group wasn't having it... Which led to an awkward conversation where Tenten ended up crying, but it wasn't his fault that he only saw her as a teammate. His heart&amp;nbsp; just refused to see her as more, and yes it did make him feel bad to say it to her, he knew how long her crush had held her back from finding someone of her own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Hyuuga genius was wandering through the market, his body moved on it's own to avoid bumping in to anyone while he tried to think of ways to fix the mess he deemed himself in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badass_uke:3434</id>
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    <title>Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 2)</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T22:50:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T22:52:48Z</updated>
    <category term="d. gray-man"/>
    <category term="yuu kanda"/>
    <category term="fanfiction and coffee"/>
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    <lj:music>~Snow patrol~ Hands Open~</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Authors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Neuro~ &amp;amp; Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D. Gray-Man (AU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Pairing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; RabiYuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We claim no ownership of&amp;nbsp;D. Gray-Man the series or the characters involved in this story, but oh we wish we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Black Coffee and Cherry Scone (Chapter 2)"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Thank God it was Saturday, with nothing to do the Asian was able to take his time and relax after a stressful six day work week. He slid out of bed easily and slid on a pair of dark sweats and a dark shirt to match, once dressed he headed out of his apartment, going out for his morning jog of three miles before he returned home and promptly showered. The water was always luke-warm to cool himself as well as keep him from being overly cold. Once out and dried he again dressed, this time he wore a pair of white jeans and a sleeveless black turtleneck, his hair was pulled up and tied with a decorative long ribbon that was mostly hidden in the long dark strands. To top the look off he wore a pair of boots that were about calf high and faintly reminded him of pirate boots, but he liked them so he didn't care if they were odd looking to others. once satisfied with his appearance he easily walked down the spiral staircase from his loft bedroom and went to the living room, grabbing his keys and wallet before heading back out. He only lived about five miles from his favorite Starbucks and even on the weekend the trip was always worth it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badass_uke:3233</id>
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    <title>Black Coffee and Cherry Scone</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T00:04:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T22:34:50Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic and coffee"/>
    <category term="d. gray-man"/>
    <category term="kanda"/>
    <category term="rabi"/>
    <lj:music>Deftones- Change (in the house of flies)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Black Coffee and Cherry Scone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authors:&lt;/strong&gt; Neuro~ &amp;amp; Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series:&lt;/strong&gt; D. Gray-Man (AU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; RabiYuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; We claim no ownership of&amp;nbsp;D. Gray-Man the series or the characters involved in this story, but oh we wish we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;The smell of coffee lingered in the air, you didn't need to be inside to get a taste of what was being served. The door opened and the scent hit him harder, the Asian didn't mind waiting in lines as long as no one bothered him, he could see the workers bustle about and had only a margin of pity for them. The business man looked around, his hair pulled up into a ponytail his bangs were the only thing slightly obscuring his vision. He shifted his weight to avoid being bumped into, he was in no rush so with a heavy sigh he moved to take a seat and wait out the rush.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badass_uke:2905</id>
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    <title>Elusive Dance</title>
    <published>2008-04-18T05:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T05:34:10Z</updated>
    <category term="naruto"/>
    <category term="kiba"/>
    <category term="neji"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <lj:music>My stomach growling?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A continuation of 'A Shot in The Dark' ENJOY!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elusive Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authors:&lt;/strong&gt; Neuro~ &amp;amp; Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series:&lt;/strong&gt; Naruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; Kiba/Shikamaru, +Neji (Maybe KibaNeji? Maybe K/N/S!!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; We claim no ownership of Naruto the series or the characters involved in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Elusive Dance"&gt;The Hyuuga had been surprised the Inuzuka had been good to his word, when they returned home each seperatly gave their mission reports. When it had been his turn to report the&amp;nbsp;busty Hokage asked him why they shouldn't be put together and the words slipped before he realized it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our personalities clash... Were not good together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had said easily, it earned him a frown from the woman but she laced her hands together on the desk she was behind before looking away from the male.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dissagree... But if that is both your wishes then so be it, you are dismissed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had said smoothly and waved him off. The pale eyed male bowed and trudged down the hall toward the door, slipping out silently before he started heading home. His mind had mauled those words over for a month since, and he had barely even seen the tattooed cheeked male in the mean time.&amp;nbsp;Hell the only time he herd of him was when Hinata returned from seeing the mutt... He forced himself to not care, to stay indifferent to their situation (they had no situation in his mind)... There was always ways things could get worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Teh love!!!</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T00:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T00:25:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cupid's Chokehold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OMG! I give love to haverstock for writing me this great fic! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 I will love you forever! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haverstock.livejournal.com/42273.html?view=314401#t314401"&gt;http://haverstock.livejournal.com/42273.html?view=314401#t314401&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Little Bit of Hope (Death Note, Mello &amp; Matt, #26 Dandelion)</title>
    <published>2007-03-11T23:56:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-12T08:11:32Z</updated>
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Title: A Little Bit of Hope
Author/Artist: Badass_Uke
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello &amp; Matt
Theme: #26 Dandelion (Faithfulness) 
Disclaimer: (I don't own Matt or Mello, wish I did but they belong to the wonderful Tsugumi Ohba)

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The afternoon sun glared softly against the window; showering Mello in the natural light as he sat, chin in hand watching the other kids play. The blonde’s deep chocolate eyes paused on a certain red head who was laying by one of the shade trees surrounded by the grass that was surprisingly long. With a light sigh the young boy moved from his room making his way outside, ignoring the other kids as his hands slid in his worn pockets while his mind went over the Kira case. He had kept information gathered from the news and from the small tidbits L would send Roger. Of course stealing wasn’t his strong point so he befriended the red head after learning about the kids natural talent for theft. Matt had always been a good sport about stealing the information for Mello, it was a challenge for the younger boy making it easy for him to agree to the blonde’s requests and at times persuasions. Mello’s mind slowly shifted to the red head who he had gotten quite close to the past few years, he had been his closest friend... ok scratch that, his only friend that he could bare to be around for more than a few minutes.
 As the blonde stepped  into the large yard he had to squint slightly as he made his way over to the sleeping Britt. With ease he plopped down next to Matt noisily not caring if the other was really asleep or not.
“Matt...”
He said loudly smacking the others knee easily, earning him a light growl from the red head.
“What do you want?”
The sleepy Britt muttered before slightly opening one of his goggle covered eyes to look at the orange tinted image of his friend.
“Do I always have to have a reason to sit with you?”
Mello asked glancing to the younger boy who shrugged and rolled on to his stomach cradling his head in his arms.
“Not always, just more times than not and considering you woke me up I’d say you needed something.”
The taller boy pointed out with a grin before one hand moved to pick at the grass, lifting the green strands before dropping them softly. Mello watched him for a moment before leaning over to catch his hand keeping him from picking at the green blades.
“Matt... You’ve been watching the Kira case right?”
Mello asked quietly keeping the others hand still. The red head gave the other a weird look before shrugging.
“Not fully, why?”
The young Brit asked in confusion, he only stole the papers and he really didn’t care too much for the words even though he was stepping out on a ledge for them. Easily Matt moved his arm to the side reaching for a dandelion that had been bugging him since he laid down.
“... Just wondering since you do get the information for me.”
The blonde said before Matt sat up and offered the weed to him.
“Make a wish.”
Matt said quickly, not really feeling like talking about Kira.
“... Why?”
“Because that’s what you do when you get a dandelion... Honestly Mel you would think you were from a different planet.... if you don’t make on I will.”		
Matt said as he moved pulling the weed away and took a deep breath. Mello’s hand covered Matt’s mouth before he could release the breath, the German’s cheeks puffed as he blew against the plant, sending the seeds into the air. Mat turned his head and lightly smirked beside him moving his mouth away from the others delicate hands that had given him his fair share of bloody noses.
“I knew you couldn’t resist... So what did you wish for?”
Matt asked as he looked at the bare stem and back to the blonde.
“Nothing.”
“No way! You wasted my wish on nothing?”
“Yup I stole your wish wanna cry over it?”
The blonde asked smiling challengingly as he looked down at the other boy.
“You such a bloody jerk sometimes.”
Matt huffed his eyes glaring half assed daggers at the blonde who laughed back at him.
“If your so upset then why are you still here?”
The blonde goaded watching as the Brit’s eyes moved to the stem in his hand.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s better than being alone. Or perhaps I like to think were friends, not that you need them eh?”
Matt said before standing, with ease he leaned over the short distance to slide the stem of the cottony weed into the blonde’s hair simply looking down at the older boy. 
“Oh come off it Matt you know were friends, here.”
Mello paused before taking the stem out of his hair. 
“I’ll get you a dandelion too then we’ll be even right?”
Mello asked moving to look about for a suitable weed smiling before he picked up the whitest and plumpest one.
“For you, were even right?”
Mello asked as he handed over the wannabe flower to the skeptical looking Brit.
“Yeah even...”
He said quietly before he thought and huffed deeply sending the seeds into the air just as the blonde had done. A smile crossed both boy’s lips before the blonde waved him up.
“Come on I need to get a chocolate bar.”
Mello said before he started walking away.
“I’ll meet up with you later.”
Matt said simply watching the blonde who shrugged and kept walking, his whole outfit seemed to fit just enough to keep from falling off his body. He watched the blonde run up to a group of kids before he was pulled away by Roger who looked somber and upset. That was the last time he saw the blonde in the Whammy house. Matt later learned of L’s death and Mello’s departure and shortly after he made his own leave of the orphanage. Even in the three years Mello went MIA the red head kept on his own path though when Mello finally re-entered his life he accepted the return and never asked how long the blond would be with him, Matt knew he would never leave the blondes side and deep down he knew the blonde would never leave his. He didn’t know why he thought that, maybe it was the lone dandelion that was twirling in the blonde’s fingers that gave him hope.
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    <published>2007-02-09T05:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-13T05:44:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So I'm finally getting a on-line journal, granted I probably won't update alot. I'm mainly on here to find people intrested in anime and rping. But yeah I'll list the top anime/mangas I'm into and if anyone's interested in rping drop me a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga:&lt;br /&gt;D Gray-man&lt;br /&gt;Death Note&lt;br /&gt;Demon Ororon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others aren't wanting to come to mind &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime:&lt;br /&gt;Saiyuki&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;FMA&lt;br /&gt;Ergo Proxy&lt;br /&gt;Last Exile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL!</content>
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