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Just Us.

Hoshi's eyes widened, confused by his friends actions. He had never expected him to do anything like this, but it was happening. He could feel his heart's rapid beating in his chest, it felt like everything in his body stopped working. For a split second he could feel himself leaning into the kiss, hesitantly yet swiftly wrapping his arms around his best-friend, but as soon as he realized what he was doing he quickly pushed Hisoka away from himself and backed away, as if scared of his own reaction.

Bloodsuckers.

Faust hissed lightly, clenching his teeth together. His muscles became stiff and tense as he felt the skin of the other male touch his own. Faust bit his lip in order to stop any sound that may or may not make its way out of his mouth. He clawed his nails into Isaac's fingers. His breathing came in long, deep breaths that were almost pants, he mentally refused to become excited over this so quickly, though his body began to say otherwise. Slowly he felt the blood from Isaac's hand trickle down his arms, the scent slightly awakened his senses. His eyes widened slightly as he looked down to the male, but his look quickly turned into one of hatred and his eyes again narrowed.

Girls Like Girls.

Lila stared at the ceiling, unable to think of how she had come to be in the situation she was in. Jesse.. Even the name sent shivers down her spine. She could remember the way Jesse felt, the way Jesse tasted, the way Jesse held her and made her feel wanted. She sighed and rolled over in her bed to lay on her side, nuzzling into her pillow as thoughts of the magical and wonderful girl she knew and came to love flitted into the crevices of her mind.

Ataraxis.

He's the only man I'd ever describe as pulchritudinous, with a young and yet eternally mature face, soft and light blonde hair slicked to the nape of his neck, dark emerald eyes, a slender frame and pale but attractive skin. He's also the only man I'd ever say illicitated even the slightest concupiscence from me, which would probably label me as some distorted version of a hypocrite.

Abducted.

They had another prisoner like me, an oddly colored fellow they had dubbed Kit... Why that name? Why this place? Something ominous hung about Kit and I... when we were first stolen, we had been free, and now there were straps of leather bound about our necks, strange tags and chunks of metal with even stranger inscriptions bore into them... Were they tracking devices? I didn't know. Kit often told me tales of the life he had before, of the family he had then. Out of nowhere I heard my name being called. Of course I went to the sound. I found out the hard way that if the creatures were not obeyed, I would starve.

Bruises.

I've never considered myself the stereotypical gay man as I examined my face in the mirror, even though everyone else thought me to be, I was not. I was looking for anything even slightly... worrisome. I've never worn makeup before, I've never worn skirts, I've never talked with a swish, and I've never had a habit of performing limp wrist actions, I am a man and I always have been a man, I was a male in the womb, and after death I will still be male, people just don't understand I like other men. I was young when I came out to my parents, about fourteen or so. Of course, they wanted to 'cure' me. They shipped me off to therapists and doctors, pumping me so full of drugs that I was on a constant high. It was only recently that my lifestyle was accepted as a legitimate one, and even then it was strained for me to fit in.

Black Snow.

Azure eyes staring out from a faded hide, you're a beast to all but me, through tender loving eyes you stare, and in a beastly, rotten and disbanded flesh you sit, although you will remain eternally beautiful to me. Comrades since childhood, we rely on one another, talking once every few years if only to hear the other's voice, letting our minds dwell in the past of when we last talked, and letting our souls dwell in the future of when we talk again, I'm sitting beside you now, your cold, lifeless dead eyes no longer hold any warmth to me or to this physical world, painful breathes rupturing in my chest as my heart is overcome with anguish at seeing you in your current state.

The Silverhurst Slaughter.

Sitting there shivering, wrapped in only shredded rags, your eyes are dazed and unfocused, you're in shock, you're in a sort of coma that only pure misery brings, you're not even aware that I've spotted you. I walked towards Helen, the woman in question, and kneeled down, tenderly taking her chin between my fingers and tilting her head to look up at me.She started to scream, kick, and thrash, so I let go. Poor little thing. She doesn't understand the concept of love, nor does she understand the concept of hate. I enjoyed her rather random musings and her naive outlook on the world, butterflies resting in the shadows and rainbows hiding behind every corner, a distinct fairy-tale poorly concealed in each breath she took.

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Just Us.

Hoshi's eyes widened, confused by his friends actions. He had never expected him to do anything like this, but it was happening. He could feel his heart's rapid beating in his chest, it felt like everything in his body stopped working. For a split second he could feel himself leaning into the kiss, hesitantly yet swiftly wrapping his arms around his best-friend, but as soon as he realized what he was doing he quickly pushed Hisoka away from himself and backed away, as if scared of his own reaction.

Bloodsuckers.

Faust hissed lightly, clenching his teeth together. His muscles became stiff and tense as he felt the skin of the other male touch his own. Faust bit his lip in order to stop any sound that may or may not make its way out of his mouth. He clawed his nails into Isaac's fingers. His breathing came in long, deep breaths that were almost pants, he mentally refused to become excited over this so quickly, though his body began to say otherwise. Slowly he felt the blood from Isaac's hand trickle down his arms, the scent slightly awakened his senses. His eyes widened slightly as he looked down to the male, but his look quickly turned into one of hatred and his eyes again narrowed.

Girls Like Girls.

Lila stared at the ceiling, unable to think of how she had come to be in the situation she was in. Jesse.. Even the name sent shivers down her spine. She could remember the way Jesse felt, the way Jesse tasted, the way Jesse held her and made her feel wanted. She sighed and rolled over in her bed to lay on her side, nuzzling into her pillow as thoughts of the magical and wonderful girl she knew and came to love flitted into the crevices of her mind.

Ataraxis.

He's the only man I'd ever describe as pulchritudinous, with a young and yet eternally mature face, soft and light blonde hair slicked to the nape of his neck, dark emerald eyes, a slender frame and pale but attractive skin. He's also the only man I'd ever say illicitated even the slightest concupiscence from me, which would probably label me as some distorted version of a hypocrite.

Abducted.

They had another prisoner like me, an oddly colored fellow they had dubbed Kit... Why that name? Why this place? Something ominous hung about Kit and I... when we were first stolen, we had been free, and now there were straps of leather bound about our necks, strange tags and chunks of metal with even stranger inscriptions bore into them... Were they tracking devices? I didn't know. Kit often told me tales of the life he had before, of the family he had then. Out of nowhere I heard my name being called. Of course I went to the sound. I found out the hard way that if the creatures were not obeyed, I would starve.

Bruises.

I've never considered myself the stereotypical gay man as I examined my face in the mirror, even though everyone else thought me to be, I was not. I was looking for anything even slightly... worrisome. I've never worn makeup before, I've never worn skirts, I've never talked with a swish, and I've never had a habit of performing limp wrist actions, I am a man and I always have been a man, I was a male in the womb, and after death I will still be male, people just don't understand I like other men. I was young when I came out to my parents, about fourteen or so. Of course, they wanted to 'cure' me. They shipped me off to therapists and doctors, pumping me so full of drugs that I was on a constant high. It was only recently that my lifestyle was accepted as a legitimate one, and even then it was strained for me to fit in.

Black Snow.

Azure eyes staring out from a faded hide, you're a beast to all but me, through tender loving eyes you stare, and in a beastly, rotten and disbanded flesh you sit, although you will remain eternally beautiful to me. Comrades since childhood, we rely on one another, talking once every few years if only to hear the other's voice, letting our minds dwell in the past of when we last talked, and letting our souls dwell in the future of when we talk again, I'm sitting beside you now, your cold, lifeless dead eyes no longer hold any warmth to me or to this physical world, painful breathes rupturing in my chest as my heart is overcome with anguish at seeing you in your current state.

The Silverhurst Slaughter.

Sitting there shivering, wrapped in only shredded rags, your eyes are dazed and unfocused, you're in shock, you're in a sort of coma that only pure misery brings, you're not even aware that I've spotted you. I walked towards Helen, the woman in question, and kneeled down, tenderly taking her chin between my fingers and tilting her head to look up at me.She started to scream, kick, and thrash, so I let go. Poor little thing. She doesn't understand the concept of love, nor does she understand the concept of hate. I enjoyed her rather random musings and her naive outlook on the world, butterflies resting in the shadows and rainbows hiding behind every corner, a distinct fairy-tale poorly concealed in each breath she took.