Sometimes IVs and pills weren’t always the best course of treatment for the injured. Sometimes all you needed was the touch of the one you loved and the sound of their voice and the knowledge that you were home, and that was enough to drag you back from
the brink.
The thing had woken him up as usual, an alarm clock. as reliable and stiff off the ground as Big Fucking Ben. [John Matthew]
J.R. WardTag: lover-enshrined john-matthew
Rhage burning deep inside
Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide
Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin
This Tohrment building up within
My Vischous attitude will shine through
.........I'll let my Tehrror free on you
-my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online
As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action.
He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart.
No...no, goddamn it, no...
"Tell me something," Saxton whispered. "Have you ever kissed a male before?"
Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream -
Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing."
"For a while."
"Afraid of what I'd say?"
"Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both."
V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized… yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what.
With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.
When he turned back around, his characteristic smart-ass smile was back in place. "Your wish is my command, prince of mine."
Don't call me that.
"How about good ol'-fashioned 'master'?" When John just glared over his shoulder, Quinn shrugged. "Fine. I'll go with fathead then. But that's your damage, I gave you options." [John
Tag: lover-enshrined qhuinn john-matthew
When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other.
Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his eyes were lit like torches, and they flicked over for a split second. "Stay out of this. This one's mine."
The shit was done faster than you can say, Ninja Dad.
Blay's father went Ginsu on the slayer, carving the thing up like a turkey, then stabbing it back to the Omega.
Tag: blay qhuinn john-matthew blaylock
No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood
J.R. WardTag: wrath
Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.
J.R. WardJust once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.
J.R. WardTag: blay qhuinn-and-blay
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