Subterfuge: 4. Part Four I lie awake all night, just listening to each breath that he takes, nudging him if it seems too long since his last breath, just to make sure that he’s still alive. It’s the longest night of my life. Each slow hour ticking past like an...
Subterfuge: 3. Part Three He falls asleep. I think I’d like to talk, but he just wraps his arms around me, sprawls a big thigh over my leg, and within seconds he’s asleep. He’s heavy, but I don’t want to push him off – I’ve only just gotten used to having him...
Subterfuge: 2. Part Two By the following afternoon I’ve convinced myself that none of it ever happened. I can do this occasionally. It’s my burying my head in the sand trick, and I save it only for the most distressing circumstances. Hell, you know me – normally...
Starchild Darkness He was curled, like a fetus, his knees against his chest, his chin resting on his knees, his hands clutching his shins. He felt…content, flooded with a sensation of the most beautiful peace, more restful than anything he had...
Slave’s Day Mulder scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen with the sappy, happy, self-satisfied grin of a well-fucked slaveboy on his face. It was Saturday and, as usual, he had been exempt his usual morning duties. Instead, his Master had reached...
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