Dreamscapes
A/N: Because I need to slip out of fan-fiction, I feel that I should write a story made up purely by myself. I've been told by a few people that some of the ideas I have for RP's and such are great ideas and that I should compile them together. Well I'm doing that now, and just to note, if it sucks, don't blame me. Heh.
Enjoy~
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Beep. Beep. Beep. God was that annoying to the fox. His fist slammed down onto the alarm clock, wanting to silence the piercing sound he had chosen to wake him up. Groaning to himself, he fished the covers off his face, and snapped out a yawn. "Nnng...Morning already?" He winked open his soft blue eyes, just enough to get assaulted by the brightness through his window. "Yep...stupid morning." Now this was the hard part for him--actually getting out of bed.
Rolling over, he closed his eyes again, until the snooze went off again, making him growl. "Alright alright.. I'm up.. shut the fuck up." He pressed the button again, though this time he knocked it to the floor with enough force to make even him jump. "ACK!" He blinked his eyes, enough so that he could see better, though a headache began to stir from the bright light. Stumbling out of bed, the fox tripped over some clothes, faceplanting easily. More annoyances, the laundry he had forgotten to do. "Wish I didn't need to do this.." He winced, getting up. The fox had scraped his knee in the process of 'finding' his dirty clothes.
Finally, he reached the window, and closed the blinds--pulling down the blanket he had stapled up to make it dark for most of the day. Now he could rest, rest against the wall until the alarm decided it would beep, or something decided to run through that door to shake him down.
Travis, that was his birthname, Travis Vienna. But it had been too many years since either parent had called him that; but then, he didn't even remember what his parents looked like, with being away for close to seven years. Now about twenty-one, 'Travis' went by Randall. Randall Jones. A pseudoname he chose to just separate himself from the troubles of home, and the warrants out for him.
Randall groaned, rubbing his knee. "Stupid fucking clothes." Though he was a 'fox' he had dyed his fur and trimmed himself to look different, to look not like the dark blue fox wanted for crimes, but a large 'raccoon,' reaching up to near six feet. Even down to the tail made puffy, his markings were changed--and it did cost a lot, especially from the one fur he trusted. For all those who knew him right now, he was but a raccon who moved in a month before.
Peeking through an eye, Randall looked at the black walls. His mind was still foggy from last night, especially with how much he had been drinking, but he was one of those lucky ones who didn't normally get hangovers. For years, he had tested it, drinking so much he threw up for hours, only to get up in the morning and get dressed for classes. Classes.
"SHIT!" Jumping up, the raccoon/fox winced. "Morning classes." Just recently, he had enrolled into the Valerian Academy. And with that, he had been late to most classes. Many of the other students had wondered how he got enough money to even afford a dorm here, and why he would waste a good chance like this.
He didn't really mind it, because he wasn't footing the bill--his only trusting friend was.
Randall walked over to his dresser, and peered at the clothes, or what was left in clean ones, to pick out an outfit. "Lovely...Last one.." A low growl came from him, something he had tried to leave out, since raccoons don't normally growl. He picked out the crimson shirt, and the nicely pressed crimson pants, both had which came from an anonymous fur who had sent it to him with 'Travis' in the mailing order.
Most of the time, though, he hadn't worried about that fur, at least because he hadn't really tried to wear the crimson attire. But today was different. He -had- to wear it, unless he decided to be even later than he already was to just do laundry. "Grah.." He winced. Yeah, he couldn't afford another really late day, because it was closing in on major tests for all those classes. And as so, Randall quickly put them on, and checked himself in the mirror. "Not too shabby..." He played with his beard a bit, smirking. "You are a handsome raccoon."
But the alarm went off again, and Randall just sighed. "Alright.. I hear ya. Get to classes." He rushed out of the dorm, and kicked the clock, letting it know he was the top. At least to the raccoon he was.
As his feet carried him to first class, Psychology, he had just barely noticed a passing fox, one that had beauty written all over their face. The other just watched him go by, as they chuckled, causing Randall to blush as he fell into another fur, a panda. "Oh.. I'm s-sorry." He managed, not even looking at the panda as he fixed up their books. A gruff, and the panda disappeared, letting Randall get a look at the fox disappearing.
Shit, he remembered that face. Though, where did he remember it from? The bells started to ring, and the raccoon ran quicker, trying to get into Mr. Maelstrom's room without getting into too much trouble.
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As he felt those eyes upon him, the fox couldn't help but turn to the 'raccoon.' He knew who it was, Randall Jones, a freshman that entered the University a bit late in the year. And as so, he knew that he could have some fun if he wanted to. Being the 'Casanova' of campus had helped the fox be with anyone he wanted. "Might as well induct you into the hall of 'champions.'" A slender smirk came as he watched Randall run into someone, making him turn around to just walk away. "See you later, R.J."
Though he was the campus Casanova, Vance Dale had been through his own rough times. Raised primarily by just the servants of the millionares who were his parents, he barely knew what 'family' was. But now, being twenty-six, he had realized love came in all sizes, and that always meant for fun to occur. Gracefully walking away from the campus, Vance showed off his neatly clean crimson fur through the dark khakis and shirt he usually wore.
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Darkness. Again, in darkness he rode. The horse's hoofs clanking against the stony road. He kept peering behind him, wanting to see what was following him, and only saw a black shade. And that was enough for him to look back forward, edging his steed to go faster. "GET AWAY!" He shouted, his tear-filled eyes washing away the emerald glare they gave off. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Randall jolted up in the middle of a speech Mr. Maelstrom was doing. The hardened lupine teacher glared at his raccoon student. "Do you have any objections to Dr. Freud's theories, Mr. Jones?"
"N-No."
"Then can you please explain to me why you got up from your seat, and shouted 'get away from me.' That is, unless you meant those around you."
The other students couldn't help but chuckle as crimson set in against the dyed mask. "May I be excused?"
"And fail another test, Mr. Jones? I may not be the one supporting you in this institution, but I do believe if you fail for this quarter, you're scholarship, and whomever -is- paying for you will be denied and you will be forced to leave the campus. Am I clear?"
"Y-Yes Mr. Maelstrom."
"Then lets get back to Dr. Freud, unless you have anything else to say?"
"No.. I don't." Randall politely sat back down in his seat, not realizing that he had fallen asleep in the middle of class. His heated face stayed that way until the next hour was up, finally giving an escape for the raccoon. Though, all through that torturous hour, he continuously saw the others gossiping in whispers and chuckling at him. 'Great...another day screwed over.' But it totally wasn't his fault. At night, he totally wasn't getting enough sleep, with these strange dreams happening more and more.
Last night was no different, as he had drank down a whole bottle of vodka to himself, wanting to ease himself into that sleepless black fugue that would substitute his own sleep. But for now, he needed to slip back out of the school and into his dorm. Randall knew he wasn't in the best of shape to be anywhere else but there.
Quickly escaping the hallways, and running out onto the campus, the raccoon was pleased at the fact that it was crowded enough for him to slip through without being noticed--that was one of the good qualities he had brought from his constantly changing life, being able to disappear without a trace.
Yet, as he snaked through, and got to the dorm entrance, there again lay the beautiful fox, to good enough for the rest of the student population. His slightly brown eyes blinked at Randall's as a smirk crossed Vance's face. "Hello, R.J."
Randall shivered; he loathed that nickname. "It's Randall..." Though, he didn't want to fight back with the other fox. "And you must be Vance... I've heard rumors about you."
"Oh? Really? Hope they were..." Vance closed in on the unsuspecting raccoon. "...good." Within moments, the fox had come from just standing against the door of the dorm, to wrapping his arms around Randall's neck. "Because I wouldn't want you to hear anything bad..." Muzzle slipping closer, Vance leaned his lips against the raccoon's ears, "...about me.."
Another shiver came from Randall, his blush lighting back up. "W-w-what are you d-doing?" He may be twenty-one, but he knew basically nothing about what was going on. A virgin, a single point that Vance had found out with some research--that is that a raccoon named Randall Jones was just a virgin, and had recently moved from Los Angeles, to this small town of Valerian. Money was everything in the fox's world, well everything that didn't comprise of sex and night parties lasting for days.
"I'm just introducing myself to a new...raccoon." Those lips moved towards the raccoon's swiftly, pushing them forward for a kiss--a single kiss of innocence taken away by Vance, the conqueror of other students. Randall tried to push the fox away--now seeing a different side from the beautiful fur he had watched for days.
But Vance's strength overpowered the raccoon, and pushes him against the door. "Now now... aren't you going to invite me up to your room? Unless you want..." A flick of the fox's paw let the button of Randall's pants open. "..this to be a show for the whole school?"
Whimpering slightly, Randall fidgeted with the door, hoping that if he got it open, he could run backwards and lock the door behind him. Though, as he did open the door, the grip on his shoulders held fast as they pushed the raccoon up the stairs, winding around them to find the fur's dorm. "I've been watching you..." He whispers, "..And I like what I...see." Licking up the jaw-line, Vance opens the door to Randall's dorm room, moving him over to the bed. Though he scrunched his nose to the multitude of clothes on the ground, he hadn't let that distract him from his duty.
More whimpers escaped the raccoon's mouth, especially after those paws began to rub up underneath the shirt that covered his chest. Though he had made sure to dye everything to fit his new image, he knew if the fox had his way, that there werer be more than just rumors of this, there would be questions to answer, questions that Randall/Travis did not want to hear.
Pushing back against the Casanova, the large raccoon wanted out, wanted to be away from this, and away from the world once more. "NO GET OFF ME!" His struggles only made Vance's moves more pleasant to him. Something inside the fox, though, made sure not to rip those clothes, like they were just so godly artifact in between him and the 'coon he wanted for his own. It was territory untouched, territory that he wouldn't mind making his own.
"Aww... does the little baby 'coon want his mommy?" Mocking the tears that were shed by those cerullean eyes, Vance pressed his paws against that bare chest, touching each and every part of the fur, wanting to mix in his own scent. Clear as day, the swelling sheath inside of Vance's pants allowed Randall to see what was coming, and what he was dreading.
Pressing his muzzle to the raccoon's neck, Vance inhaled the 'innocence' he could almost taste. "You smell good..." Lapping up the neck, then moving to lap up the tears that were coming from the raccoon below him, the fox sighed happily out. His paws roamed down the chest to the pants that were obstructing his graceful movements from touching the groin below it.
His paws moved rapidly, too fast and too swift for the raccoon to even see what was going on. And within moments, those pants too were shed from the body beneath Vance, letting him see the crimson boxers. "Aww, 'coon had a matching wardrobe." Even through the cries, Randall couldn't help but blush. He hadn't meant for anyone to see his crimson boxers, or for even him to be 'totally matching.'
But, it was easily forgotten as the fox shed his t-shirt, and then his pants unceremoniously to show off his black boxers, matching his clothes, and, in Randall's mind, the fox's soul. Grinding down into his new 'meat,' Vance smirked, pressing his lips roughly against Randall's, taking another kiss from the raccoon; soon, now, the raccoon would be begging him to take him once more, just like the rest of them.
Caressing his paws towards Randall's thighs, the fox both felt and saw the reaction he wanted, the growing sheath, the mark of his mark to show that they couldn't deny the pleasure happening. Just as gracefully as he took off the clothes hiding his boxers, Randall saw the fox twist down the final remnants of clothing he could possibly wear--since shoes were never need, socks were barely ever seen--showing away his blackened sheath, and slowly growing crimson length. "P-please... s-stop."
Vance shook his head, just as he dipped his muzzle down to inhale the new aroma. "Ooh?" He smelled again, wanting to figure out why he knew that smell. "Why don't you have... the scent of a raccoon, dear R.J.?" Lookking away from the fox, Randall didn't answer. "I -said- why don't you have the scent?!" His voice rose, enough to make those blue eyes stare back into those brown ones. Again, he wouldn't answer.
Sighing once more, the fox shook his head. "It doesn't matter... I'll take you for all you're worth... And then you'll be begging... for more.." Another kiss to the raccoon's neck make him blush more, and whimper. Randall didn't really want this, and it was apparent. But that hadn't made the fox really care. All he wanted, all he needed was another tight hole for him to shoot his essence in, and another male to show he had conquered them, and debased them to being his bitch.
Yanking down his own black boxers, Vance gave Randall a really good look at the vulpine cock leaking pre. It was over ten inches, and two inches wide, slipping down to asoftened knot. "Yes... take it in..." He shifted himself, letting his cock dangle in front of Randall's face, "Breath in my scent... Remember it... You will be smelling it... everywhere." Roughly, a paw grabbed the raccoon's muzzle as he tried to get away, holding it there as he smeared the clear liquid all around Randall's nose. "Yes...love it."
Grimacing from the scent, even the taste that he could take from the smell, R.J. didn't want any of this even further. He was being debased, being shot down with a cock slinking in front of his muzzle--but, he couldn't deny what was happening to his body. And what -was- happening, was that his cock was hardening. 'NO! I'm NOT gay!' He tried to tell himself, and was failing, especially when the muzzle had opened without the raccoon even thinking about it.
He took a lick. Then another. And continued to do so. Deep in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn't gay, or at least kept telling himself that--since most days he would look at both guys and girls--but the reactions he was doing, the licking, and now the sucking that came gingerly from his mouth, made him try and rethink that. "Oh? Little 'coon wants some milk? How sweet, an adoring little 'coon."
Almost growling, Randall couldn't really fight. His mind was all about the taste and scent of the cock in front of him, and of the knot that was moving closer as he bobbed his head. It hadn't even occurred to him again that his cock was now at full length--a total of eight inches--and the knot that he had wanted to keep hidden was starting to inflate. But at the moment, even Vance didn't care for anything else other than the warm oriface that he was now bucking his hips into, spreading the pre as much as he could over the licking tongue.
"Are you truly a v-virgin?" asked Vance, "B-because you know what you a-are doing..." Clenching his teeth and his eyes, he thrusted deep into Randall's , making the 'coon deep throat him. Coughing at the sudden intrusion to his throat, R.J. pulled back, reverting to just sucking on the tip. It took Vance self-discipline to not just cream down the raccoon's throat. He had other plans, plans that involved making this raccoon come willingly back.
Pulling totally out of Randall's mouth, Vance finally stared down at him. "Time to take what's mine..." It was the last words Vance had ever said to him, last ones he'd remember anyways--especially even after he felt his legs pulled up and over the fox's shoulders, and the cock pressing against his tailhole. Though Vance had noticed the knot, he just filed that information in the back of his head; since this would be a grand time to have what's his, Vance held nothing back as he thrusted, and thrusted hard into the raccoon.
Randall yelped, and screamed, and cried, even murred. The sudden intrusion hurt like hell, and yet, at the same time, it felt good. Pain, however, was winning out, because of the fact that his pucker and ass hadn't been made to be thrusted into. But, it seemed that Vance had a soft side, or as soft as he could have, as he waited, staying hilted in the raccoon for a while till he could see the reactions change. Well experienced in this art, he knew to make them come back, they needed to see how much pleasure a cock like his could produce.
Something in the back of Randall's head told him this was alright. That this was meant to happen, and that the pleasure that would come was well worth it. He shut off that voice, finding it offensive to him. R.J. wasn't gay, he told himself that over and over again, he just was experimenting. That would be the answer he'd use if anyone asked. And he loathed it so much that he didn't want to do it again. Yeah, that was the perfect---
Another murr happened, since his face had relaxed into thought. He was feeling the cock move--no slither--out of his tailhole so slowly it was a mix of agony and the thought of feeling not so full. For those minutes he was in thought, his body had accustomed to the impaling length, and yet, it missed it. But even as he felt that loneliness and all, the cock plunged right back in, hilting once more.
The rhythm began, his body being rocked up and down by the fox's quick movements. And through those movements, he could hear himself murr, along with Vance. That sickened him, and at the same time it made him want more. Whimpers came when the cock receded, and maons came when it was thrusted back in. It got to the point when Randall was pushing himself back, meeting up with those thrusts--the thoughts of this being wrong escaping in the moment they had.
Even so, as those balls slapped against his tailhole, and that cock had spread its pre into his ass, he couldn't help but stare up at Vance with both disgust and awe. The fox had showed him this, after only introducing himself. And it just seemed out of place. Yet his mind forgot that too, as the pleasure spikes, the ones that made his cock jump with each push against his prostate evoked, took over all those senses. Before he even knew what was happened, Randall had begun to moan outward, his whole body rocking back and forth, meeting with the thrusts.
Smirking at the raccoon beneath him, Vance thrusted harder and faster. Each thrust was getting his knot closer and closer to that tailhole, and each moment that passed by had wanted him to fill it up with both his seed and himself. His moans mixed with R.J.'s as both became lost in their lust; the knot of both foxes began to inflate, the one pressing against Randall's ass finding itself in and out of the hole as quick as those thrusts brought it.
Before he could even figure out what it was, Randall had yelped, finding something else shoved into his tailhole so violently, he swore it would bleed. But that was not the fact, as that knot kept himself tied with the other fox, those shallow thrusts making his prostate more and more abused until without any other warning, a mingle of a murr, moan, and whimper shoot from his lips; his balls clenching upwards as they began to shoot their load. With how he was positioned, Randall had gotten the most of it hitting against his chest, though Vance had leaned over him, getting some on his chest, only because he was going towards that neck, the one that he wanted to lick before.
The imploding hole only made Vance want more of it, since it had been different than the others--him being a virgin at this age was unknown to most--and yet it made him envy the 'raccoon' he knew was a fox. A few short and shallow thrusts later, his muzzle clamps over Randall's, biting deep down in a mating bite as his hips lost control.
Without prior knowledge as to what would happen, R.J. found himself meeting new feelings, like the full feeling of having a cock in him, and now the warmth that was spreading through his insides as he shot his own seed onto both chests. Rocking his body more in the spiral of release, he couldn't care less as to the bite--though it did elicit a whimper and a growl, enough to show he had realized it happened.
Grinding his hips around, Vance made sure to milk his cock into the fox's ass beneath him, enough so that it wouldn't be fought over who had taken this one first. Grinning in the bite, he thrusted even more, knowing full well that it would be a while until he could take his cock out with the knot in place.
Randall, lost in the ecstacy, had found himself spiralling way to fast, faster than any orgasm he had ever had. And with it, and the bite that had started to take away his breaths, his eyes closed slowly, leaving only the feelings around him show existence still, well existed.
Panting above Randall, Vance stopped his thrusting, feeling the fox below him go limp. Releasing his bite, the fox licked over the wound, making sure it wouldn't bleed too bad. It wasn't until he leaned back, that he saw what had happened. Randall had passed out from pleasure, and with that, he was satisfied. That is, until his own body began to feel heavy. Letting those legs drop, Vance felt his world spin just a bit, until he fell forward, arms almost holding the smaller fox beneath him. And blackness again, took both away.
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Water dripped in the blackness, as Vance stared, his brown eyes staring at it, as it appeared all around him. He didn't know what was going on, nor did he like it. "Hello?!" He was graced with a response back, though it was from someone who's back was against his. "Hello.."
The voice was raspy, and yet almost like his. "Glad to finally see you, Finn. I thought I would have had to wait another...eternity to get to you."
Scowling, Vance spun around, to see nothing there. "My name is VANCE, not Fan or whatever..."
The voice came from behind him again, chuckling. "Ahh, so you haven't...awakened yet. I wonder..." Arms wrapped around Vance, hugging him from behind. "...Guess you haven't found your way yet...the light is black to you..."
Growling, Vance tried to elbow who ever had him, but couldn't. "Leave me alone! I don't know WHO you are, or WHAT you want. If it's MONEY, I can give it to you, just to make you leave me alone!"
"Heh? Money? You think that can protect you? Oh ho ho... You've yet to see the way... Remember, Finn, you are the darkness..." And with that, the arms disappeared, and the voice stopped. Everything stopped, it seemed, with rain halted in the air. "Find your light...."
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Darkness. Again he rode in darkness. Emerald eyes were hidden from the world. They were a mockery. They contained the devils. But the steed didn't know or care. He was its master, and he would be helped any way he could. But in this darkness, there was nothing, nothing except for the horse, the blue fox, and the stony road.
"Running away again?"
"He always does it..."
"Such a whimp..."
"Can't even stand up to his father.."
"Did you hear? His father really isn't his father.."
"Those green eyes, I saw the devil in them, I did."
The voices, he heard them, he knew them. And because of that, he could only cry more. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He tried to forget the faces he saw, forget their names and places. It was too much for him to think, even as he had passed another face.
"The darkness needs you..."
This voice, it was new, and that made him wonder. "No.. I can't be with the darkness... I'm not a devil... I'm a fox... I am not a DEVIL!" His body shone with light as his steed ran faster, and faster, himself finally seeing something other than the road--he saw a star. A star he remembered. "No...Not again..."
'The warning was given, the warrior called. Tonight's the night, inside the castle's walls.' "Take my hand, Travis... Take it and hold tight."
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Jolting up, finding himself crying, Randall looked in front of him through those blurry eyes. It was just a dream... all of it. Right? He thought that until his cool blue eyes stared at the fox next to him, the fox he had known from somewhere before. It was in his dreams, a face he knew not from the past. The one that had reached out to him in this final dream, the one below the star. His sobs came much quicker.
The dream, the sex, the fox. It was all too much for Randall, too much for him to fathom. "I'm not a devil..." He sobbed out once more, until he rested his head on Vance's, huggin him close. "Please...tell them..."
Though he had never spoken to Vance before this day, he was the first for Randall. Though he knew if something went wrong, if the fox before him did not want him like this, he could easily out him. But it was something he needed now, comfort.
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Blackness turned into a road, a road he never traveled, and yet Vance knew it by heart, winding around it like it was something from his childhood. He stopped, when he saw a traveling steed, one that was running quickly from other horses. "STOP HIM! BURN HIM AT THE STAKE! HE'S THE DEVIL!"
Vance swallowed. Why did those words scare him? Why did they pull at his very soul? He wanted answers, and he knew that they would come if he tried to get to that first horse. Without even thinking, he began to run, going faster than he ever thought possible--weaving through trees that had appeared, across a stream, even over a small cliff.
The horse stopped, as it reached a larger river, backing up from it. "Come on..come on..."
That voice, he knew it! And yet he didn't. He walked up to the rider, and tried to touch him, only to be glared at by emerald eyes. "GET AWAY!" Voices behind him shouted.
"Shit..." Jumping off the horse, the figure ran across the lake, touching stones as if they had just come up for him to jump across. "I can't let them get him... I'll die before that happens."
Words that he had never heard before, made Vance's heart stop. Through his life, his college life anyways, he had used, abused, and violated many furs. From all of them, he had ripped their clothes, and just forced sex upon them until they cried for more. But, he hadn't heard those cries totally from Randall.
And what he saw afterwards, was something more than just a mark. Snide until the end, he wouldn't admit he saw some admiration in those eyes, and in that sleeping moment that felt like an eternity. And those eyes that stared at him, those eyes that seemed to bore into his soul, seemed to ease it, make it softer.
Blackness won again, tainting the world around the fox. "No...I can't be falling for him!" he shouted, "He's just a..a...a freshman!"
"But you've dreamt of those eyes before..." The same voice from before.
"It doesn't matter! I am not in....falling for him!" He couldn't say the l-word.
"Heh... Keep telling yourself that, and you'll never find out...you've got three days to figure it out, sonny boy..." Now he knew the voice, it was of one of the attendants that worked near his home. "...Else the star'll take your life and your little one... Better hurry--before you destroy what's closest."
Reaching out in the darkness, Vance tried to touch whatever was speaking to him, or try to stop the man from speaking anymore. "What star? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Try talking to the raccoon... He knows... He's been running just like you have. Can't escape your destiny, sonny boy. It'll bite you right on the ass!" Towards his paw, a large set of jaws came towards him, before clenching down on the fox.
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Haggardly breathing, Vance quickly opened his eyes. he stared forward, remembering slightly of the raccoon he had sex with. 'Not raccoon. He's a fox just posing...wait..' His mind began to turn the cogs around. Why would anyone hide their species? Unless... "No...he's not...he can't be..." Though it hadn't mattered if the fox was once a servant's son who ran away for crimes, or even if he truly was the mislead murderer. He stared forward into that sleeping face.
Who could ever hurt someone that cute?
End Note: Wonder if you guys enjoyed this? Yes, there is a plot line, and there are going to be more times in sex. But this was just a general overview (And yes, I just wrote this in about two hours... just posting it first..) of what is going to happen. Love you all and if you have any comments, concerns or just ready to ask me why I'm doing this, e-mail it to [email protected]