Slash Me Twice
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,569
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Hate
Hate
"Hey John," someone to our right calls, "Look at these two faggots!"
Sean's hand on my arm is the only thing keeping me from charging them, but I am unable to suppress a low growl. Can't we even go into Wellington for a while without being yelled at?
Oh wonderful, now they're getting closer. I wrap a possessive arm around Sean's waist and try to stare them down, but to no avail. Four totally drunk New Zealand males, Sir? Coming right up, Sir. Where does the sarcastic voice in my mind come from again?
"Quite cute, eh Denzel?" The only dark-haired one laughs, his breath reeks of alcohol as it hits me, "Seems our little pussy here is already sharpening its claws."
"Careful kitty, you may break a fingernail." More laughter.
"Here kitty, kitty," the leader - at least I think he is - beckons me closer, his eyes alight with laughter, "Do you use these clawlets when taking your bitch there?" He nods at Sean and I swear, if Sean wasn't holding me back, I'd break that bastard's nose. And jaw. And what ever other bone I could reach.
"What do you think you'd get when crossing a kitty with a bitch?" the fourth one asked, continuing without waiting for his mates' answeres, "Well, somthing decidedly queer of course!"
"What?" I ask, bewildered, "Why?"
Sean just pulls me farther into the pub, sadly shaking his head. The laughter of the four idiots slowly fades from my memory as he smiles wearily at me.
"Let them be, Viggo," he pushes me towards the toilets, "They're not wort it. There will always be people who hate us."
"What doesn't mean that we have to put with them," I argue, knowing full well that Sean and I will never agree on this matter.
"You cannot defeat hate with violence, Vig."
"I know, Beanie," I shake my head, following him into one of the stalls and crashing my lips to his, "But I an at least make them pay for making fun of you."
"I think," Sean's eyes glint wickedly as he slowly unbuttons my shirt, "That there is something else you could do. Something, that doesn't include hate at all. Something to make oyu forget." His hot breath crawls over my neck as he whispers into my ear. Shuddering I cling to him, to my salvation.
"And that would be?" Another breathless kiss, both of us lost in the other.
"Make love to me," he says, the look in his eyes saying that I am everything to him, no matter how many other people hate our love, "Just make love to me."
"Hey John," someone to our right calls, "Look at these two faggots!"
Sean's hand on my arm is the only thing keeping me from charging them, but I am unable to suppress a low growl. Can't we even go into Wellington for a while without being yelled at?
Oh wonderful, now they're getting closer. I wrap a possessive arm around Sean's waist and try to stare them down, but to no avail. Four totally drunk New Zealand males, Sir? Coming right up, Sir. Where does the sarcastic voice in my mind come from again?
"Quite cute, eh Denzel?" The only dark-haired one laughs, his breath reeks of alcohol as it hits me, "Seems our little pussy here is already sharpening its claws."
"Careful kitty, you may break a fingernail." More laughter.
"Here kitty, kitty," the leader - at least I think he is - beckons me closer, his eyes alight with laughter, "Do you use these clawlets when taking your bitch there?" He nods at Sean and I swear, if Sean wasn't holding me back, I'd break that bastard's nose. And jaw. And what ever other bone I could reach.
"What do you think you'd get when crossing a kitty with a bitch?" the fourth one asked, continuing without waiting for his mates' answeres, "Well, somthing decidedly queer of course!"
"What?" I ask, bewildered, "Why?"
Sean just pulls me farther into the pub, sadly shaking his head. The laughter of the four idiots slowly fades from my memory as he smiles wearily at me.
"Let them be, Viggo," he pushes me towards the toilets, "They're not wort it. There will always be people who hate us."
"What doesn't mean that we have to put with them," I argue, knowing full well that Sean and I will never agree on this matter.
"You cannot defeat hate with violence, Vig."
"I know, Beanie," I shake my head, following him into one of the stalls and crashing my lips to his, "But I an at least make them pay for making fun of you."
"I think," Sean's eyes glint wickedly as he slowly unbuttons my shirt, "That there is something else you could do. Something, that doesn't include hate at all. Something to make oyu forget." His hot breath crawls over my neck as he whispers into my ear. Shuddering I cling to him, to my salvation.
"And that would be?" Another breathless kiss, both of us lost in the other.
"Make love to me," he says, the look in his eyes saying that I am everything to him, no matter how many other people hate our love, "Just make love to me."