creepy!ukxsomeonexus request is creepy
anonymous
June 27 2009, 00:40:14 UTC
UK and US, fetish being the incestuous connection (be it blood related or no, UK is America's father figure and brother figure and was the one to raise him)- to the point where they won't touch each other: speak to each other, perform for each other, but no touching
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And I Shall Be There [1/?]
anonymous
July 9 2009, 02:46:17 UTC
OP!anon said that them playing out a scene was all right, as well as giving some attention to the go-between person. If it isn’t, I apologize.
I was originally going to go with Canada for this fic, but decided to do something a little less cliché, since there’s already a fantastic threesome fill (several, by the same author) with Canada/US/UK. ___
Toris isn’t surprised when Alfred’s number comes up on his caller ID. Well, all right, maybe a little bit. But since Alfred’s new boss came into office, he’s at least been making an effort to call Toris on a regular basis and get his name right the first time. It’s something he’s come to expect and enjoy.
No, it’s not the call that surprises him.
It’s the request.
“So, um, Tony -”
“It’s Toris, Alfred.”
“Right, same thing. Anyway, I, um, I have something I wanted to ask you. Since, um, you spent all that time with me before your depression….Toris frowns as he hears Alfred’s blush in his stammering. It’s not like Alfred. Not like Alfred at all
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Re: And I Shall Be There [1/?]
anonymous
January 13 2011, 00:23:30 UTC
Yes! I totally love USUK and USLit! Putting them together in this kind of situation is the best! XD (Although, I wish America would be more memorable with Lithuania~ I mean, you know you loved his outsourcing too! D: )
And I Shall Be There [2/?]
anonymous
July 12 2009, 02:31:59 UTC
It’s a week after that call that he gets a second one from Arthur.
In that interval, Toris dreams of things he hasn’t entertained since the 1930’s, when Ivan took him back into the Union. He dreams of blue eyes and glasses, of a toned body and lips smeared against one another as they roll about on the bed.
His dreams are as frequent as his nightmares, as his visions of violet eyes and punishment and a childlike smile. The worst dreams are where he’s with Alfred still, and everything’s normal; but caresses turn into burns, and Alfred’s hugs and hands on his hips leave bruises and scars and blood, they make him want to scream and cry and beg for mercy.
It’s in the middle of one of those dreams that his phone rings, jolting him from where he’s napping on the couch. He sits up, orienting himself and frowning at the feel of sweat and grime and trembling in his muscles before picking up his phone. “Hello…?”
“Toris? Is that you?”
Toris frowns and tries to place the voice. “I…yeah. Who’s calling?”
Re: And I Shall Be There [2/?]
anonymous
July 12 2009, 08:02:08 UTC
GJ author!anon. I love how thoughtful sort of Al was in asking Toris, and then Arthur following up with the phone call. I'm on edge for what's to happen, Toris and his feelings...
Re: And I Shall Be There [3/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 04:54:31 UTC
Oh, wow, anon. Wow. OP is very happy, and very much still looking for more. Toris's point of view makes this seem both surreal and raw, I think, even at this point in time. Lovely!
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I was originally going to go with Canada for this fic, but decided to do something a little less cliché, since there’s already a fantastic threesome fill (several, by the same author) with Canada/US/UK.
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Toris isn’t surprised when Alfred’s number comes up on his caller ID. Well, all right, maybe a little bit. But since Alfred’s new boss came into office, he’s at least been making an effort to call Toris on a regular basis and get his name right the first time. It’s something he’s come to expect and enjoy.
No, it’s not the call that surprises him.
It’s the request.
“So, um, Tony -”
“It’s Toris, Alfred.”
“Right, same thing. Anyway, I, um, I have something I wanted to ask you. Since, um, you spent all that time with me before your depression….Toris frowns as he hears Alfred’s blush in his stammering. It’s not like Alfred. Not like Alfred at all ( ... )
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In that interval, Toris dreams of things he hasn’t entertained since the 1930’s, when Ivan took him back into the Union. He dreams of blue eyes and glasses, of a toned body and lips smeared against one another as they roll about on the bed.
His dreams are as frequent as his nightmares, as his visions of violet eyes and punishment and a childlike smile. The worst dreams are where he’s with Alfred still, and everything’s normal; but caresses turn into burns, and Alfred’s hugs and hands on his hips leave bruises and scars and blood, they make him want to scream and cry and beg for mercy.
It’s in the middle of one of those dreams that his phone rings, jolting him from where he’s napping on the couch. He sits up, orienting himself and frowning at the feel of sweat and grime and trembling in his muscles before picking up his phone. “Hello…?”
“Toris? Is that you?”
Toris frowns and tries to place the voice. “I…yeah. Who’s calling?”
“Ah - I’m sorry. This is Arthur ( ... )
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B...DSM? Is that what this is? Oh snap. OoO
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Be gentle.
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