| Act III: Simply Beautiful; Nero -Vs- Roscoe Shame, Special Referee: Bobby Dean | |
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| Bond | Feb 13 2011, 03:27 AM Post #1 |
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_____________________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________________________ Act III: Simply Beautiful _____________________________________________________________________________________ His scent is intoxicating. His smile, breathtaking. But him as a whole, the entire package... simply beautiful. It's been mere hours since our last encounter, when he had his hands wrapped around my neck, but it still feels fresh in my mind. The way his skin felt, his fingers, sort of rough but still soft enough to feel just right to the touch... Mmm, I can't help but my lick my lips. If it's true what they say, he must have been quite the sight with baby blue pubes... but I digress. I feel like he's misinterpreted my actions and has thus far rejected my advances. I give him gifts. I tell him he's beautiful. I blew him a kiss, but he still wants to pound my face in... love is a cruel mistress. This week it's Shame Time. But how long will I be able to last when he's inside there with us, staring at me, talking, nay, yelling at me. Perhaps he'll get a little physical with me. Maybe smack my ass? Pull my hair. I like it rough. The last thing I can remember are his baby blues staring back into mine as I leaned in and inhaled his smell. Musky, a hint of Jack, and overall masculinity oozing from his pores. Just enough, and strong enough of a memory to send me over the edge. The pleasure rushes through my body and I erupt all over myself. The warmth all over my chest soon turns cooler as the outside air cools it below my body temperature. I reach over and grab a towel. This week, it's Shame Time. Soon enough, I'll get my hands on him. And as I start to wipe away my very essence, I'm drawn back to the look in his eyes and how he was. And how he is. Oh how He truly is... simply amazing. So perfect, and so marvelous. So strong and so fragile. He really is simply beautiful. But best of all? He's all mine. _____________________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________________________ My Dearest Roscoe, You find yourself in an unfortunate position this week. You find yourself enthralled in a dilemma that was never yours to begin with. Are you jealous of the attention Bobby has been giving me lately? I didn't assume he was your type. I mean, he has balls, and well, you just don't. But I didn't intend to insult you just then, oh no, I did not. I intend to destroy you this weekend. I intend to break your neck, and snap your very body in two. You're standing in my way. You're keeping my muse away from me and I don't like that. I don't like how you're manipulating him and turning him against me. He's mine, I've claimed him. I've marked him as mine. You can't have him. I won't let you take him from me, Roscoe. I won't let you! I will do anything and everything in my power. I will torture you. I will break you. I will destroy you. Anything and everything you hold dear to you, I will burn to the very fucking ground if I have to. I want you to look into my eyes when we're standing across from each other this weekend and I want you to know how serious I am. I want you to fully understand my intentions. If I could permanently scar someone I care about, just imagine what I could to someone I consider a pest. An ant. A gnat. I will make you suffer, and I'll do it all with a smile. This week Bobby himself will be the special referee. It seems the odds are in your favor? Or are they? I think me and him have worked things out nicely. The way we touched, the way we bonded... it was beautiful, wasn't it Bobby? I hope you're not jealous Roscoe. I mean, we're kindred spirits he and I. We're two peas in a pod, and he's my everything. I understand you're his best friend, and I respect that. But remember, he's mine... and if you do anything to change that fact, I'll rip your heart out and shove it so far down your throat you'll be crapping chincy Valentine's Day cards for the rest of your life. But before any of that happens we've got a match this weekend Shame. You and me, one on one. It'll be a menage a trois... only if it's what Bobby wants. I'll do anything to please him, especially this close to a holiday that is so symbolic of love. If anything changes in our relationship this week Roscoe, I want you to know... it'll be your fault and I will pulverize you and erase you from existence. If there's one thing I've learned over these last few weeks... it's that love is a burning thing. And if I have to, I'll make a fiery ring to keep it. Me and him, together forever. Now that is simply beautiful. Yours Truly, Nero _____________________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________________________
Edited by Bond, Feb 13 2011, 03:29 AM.
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