A Texas Nightmare
Story title: A Texas Nightmare
Rating: R
Configurations : M/m
Warnings: Crack!fic
Note: You'll see *grins*
Word Count: Not even 250 words
Summary: In a lot of the comments that I've been getting, this little idea came to me. It has absolutely no place in the Texas canon. This was just for fun, very tongue in cheek. I hope ya'll enjoy. We'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming shortly.
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Paul was swept into his master’s arms as arias swelled and angels threw confetti. Salvatore Alonzo carried his precious burden to the large, rose petal covered canopy bed.
“I am so sorry, my love, I mean, beautiful. Will you ever forgive me?” Salvatore’s blue eyes were wide with innocence and passion.
Paul touched his face and smiled sweetly, “But of course, master. No matter what, we are meant for each other. Life as we know it would be awful if we weren’t together. There would be war, famine, and poor little orphans.”
Paul was sat on his feet gently and his master cupped his face. “There would not be a life without you, my love, I mean, er, beautiful.”
“Oh master.” Paul sighed as he was kissed.
*~*
Texas sat up, his gun a comfort in his hand, his heart was pounding and he felt slightly nauseous. He scrubbed his hands over his face. Thank god, it had just been a dream, no a fucking nightmare. His Kitten rolled over and brushed up against him. The boy blinked at him curiously taking in the gun. Texas shuddered violently and pulled the boy into his lap.
“No more fucking chick flicks, got it?” He snarled, the cocking of the gun sounding very loud in the quiet dark.
Purple eyes blinked solemnly as his Kitten nodded. Texas didn’t notice the grin on his boy’s face as he turned him onto his stomach and reached for the lube.
A/N: I mean no harm. I know you guys love Paul and Sal, I do too. I just couldn't resist. And a personal note, I really don't like chick flicks. As far as the actual fate of Paul and Sal....my three favorite words, my darlings....MC
Rating: R
Configurations : M/m
Warnings: Crack!fic
Note: You'll see *grins*
Word Count: Not even 250 words
Summary: In a lot of the comments that I've been getting, this little idea came to me. It has absolutely no place in the Texas canon. This was just for fun, very tongue in cheek. I hope ya'll enjoy. We'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming shortly.
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Paul was swept into his master’s arms as arias swelled and angels threw confetti. Salvatore Alonzo carried his precious burden to the large, rose petal covered canopy bed.
“I am so sorry, my love, I mean, beautiful. Will you ever forgive me?” Salvatore’s blue eyes were wide with innocence and passion.
Paul touched his face and smiled sweetly, “But of course, master. No matter what, we are meant for each other. Life as we know it would be awful if we weren’t together. There would be war, famine, and poor little orphans.”
Paul was sat on his feet gently and his master cupped his face. “There would not be a life without you, my love, I mean, er, beautiful.”
“Oh master.” Paul sighed as he was kissed.
*~*
Texas sat up, his gun a comfort in his hand, his heart was pounding and he felt slightly nauseous. He scrubbed his hands over his face. Thank god, it had just been a dream, no a fucking nightmare. His Kitten rolled over and brushed up against him. The boy blinked at him curiously taking in the gun. Texas shuddered violently and pulled the boy into his lap.
“No more fucking chick flicks, got it?” He snarled, the cocking of the gun sounding very loud in the quiet dark.
Purple eyes blinked solemnly as his Kitten nodded. Texas didn’t notice the grin on his boy’s face as he turned him onto his stomach and reached for the lube.
A/N: I mean no harm. I know you guys love Paul and Sal, I do too. I just couldn't resist. And a personal note, I really don't like chick flicks. As far as the actual fate of Paul and Sal....my three favorite words, my darlings....MC