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SOS

Okay, I'm used to LJ me a break, but now I'm hallucinating:

¡¡¡¡¡ !!!!!!! MY HEADER IS GONE

And this morning I was there, and I have not touched anything, and I have to go in a while the people without internet until Monday, and ...

Can anyone tell me what happens before I get mad at all? Because I've tried to put it out again and not ... Jooo.
take and I leave this beauty MELINA_72 sent me for my birthday ... Thanks gorgeous!

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Besitos a tod @ s and good weekend.

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Thanks and congratulations .

First HUGE THANKS TO ALL @ S . Seriously, I enjoyed my gifts in the fandom and the text messages I've received so pretty.
The truth is I have not had time to write anything, and tomorrow I have to go to town, so I can not hang anything until Monday ... but I've realized why he had hung up the challenge of the week Last, Pets, here, so take the opportunity to place and to congratulate in advance after the birthday girl weekend:
Adamawa
much joy much joy NITO_PUNK
wanted to hang the wonderful header that had the detallazo Nito_punk gifts (some day I'll get to remember how you put the links, sorry), but I can not .. . Can anyone tell me how is it done?
Thank you and goodbye. Besitos


Author: Iholan

Post 513 Summary: Justin is angry ...
Rating: TP

The look

- Damn! - Justin sat on the floor, back against the wall in frustration. One week shy of exposure and could not finish that damn box.
green eyes threw a stern look, silently reproaching his lack of control over himself.
- Do not look at me Not you the do not get this damn box, so if you do not, you're leaving.
The cat sighed indignantly, as he pulled on his legs before leaping gracefully from the window sill. Justin looked at him, embarrassed.
- Okay, I know it's not your fault ... or Brian.
recalled the discussion that had taken that morning. Well, actually not be called to get a screaming argument with your partner while he just look at you with resignation wait out the storm without making a single comment. I knew
always nervous before a show, and we always knew it was Brian who swallowed his frustration ...
- Of course, as noted did you have a squad that does the work for you .- We have spoken so ached. First, because he knew that the advertiser was just trying to relax a little when he had proposed a day to forget for the exhibition and enjoy the presence of Gus and JR at home, and I knew it was not a fair accusation , Brian worked as any in Kinnetic. But what of relaxing
shouting to his companion was too common lately it.
After that, he had locked himself in his study without seeing anyone else.
Well, nobody. The cat had sneaked out the window, curling, was lying asleep. Or pretending to be asleep, why in more than one occasion I was surprised at him ... so reproachful?
Justin entered his head the crazy idea that she was Brian who had sent the cat to spy, an idea that quickly labeled stupid, of course, cats do not spy on anyone.

Cat looked at him, starting to get bored. Normally he would spend hours wandering freely around the house, or room full of papers of another man, the "man who fed him."
But that day the two children were home, and his nerves were not built to withstand all day long the presence of two kids and a hyperactive ball of fur. So he had taken refuge in the room "which smelled funny" with "the boy was cuddle noisy" looking for some peace.
But the boy seemed to be in a bad mood, and he was starting to get bored.
He walked slowly, stroking her head against his knee in peace.
Justin began to scratch lightly the black head.
- How can you be ever so quiet? No matter if it's a matter of work or the end of the world ... ever you lose control ... is green eyes?
Cat snorted slightly, pressing her head over for the artist to continue scratching. Justin let out a laugh to hear him purr.
- The food is ready ... do you want me to bring her here? - Justin looked up, seeing Brian at the door. He was not angry, never angry after his tantrums, but if I had a look a bit sad ...
- Come-Justin reached out to him, forcing him to his side senarse .- What about children?
- already upset the whole house, they ate, they painted with their pens and Ray are now seeing the latest movie from Disney ...
Justin could not help feeling a little guilty for everything was lost ...
- I would have liked to see them ...
- Well, it's Disney ... you have no problem seeing her again smiled
...- - Sorry ...
- I know
- not your fault ...
- Also know-concealed laughter cupping her cheek. Justin sighed, amused.
- Well, you're ready ... can you explain then how you do it to be always so quiet? - Brian touched his fingers, stroking the cat also "Sometimes I do not know how I endure ...
- Well, it's a matter of observation
- Comment?
- Aha. I look at you when you are happy, sad or worried. I can also distinguish when you're angry with me or with you ... Not that I like to yell at me for no reason, but knowing that it is you who has screwed up and that your anger is because of you makes me feel better ...- Brian gave him a long look, while the artist burst out laughing .- I also know that eventually I will more than offset by your bad behavior, why are you a genius who is not satisfied until you achieve the perfect result ... That also knew the First time I saw it. With just look at you, I knew you would make anything you propose ...
The cat looked up, startled by the change in attitude of the boy. Brian looked at her curiously, wondering what had that to make you smile ... Justin
observed the cat's eyes, seeing the reflection of their partner on them ...
- Can you keep my food and ask children to wait for me to see the movie? ... I know I just had an idea ... But in twenty minutes I'm all yours ...
Brian kissed his partner, leaving the room.
A couple of hours after the children fell exhausted in their beds, while Justin Brian rewarded for having been abandoned throughout the morning.
Ray and Cat went to sleep, exhausted as well. But before that, El Gato escurrise could not help in the office of Justin, who had forgotten to lock the door, followed by Ray.
"See, I told you" - Jack sat completely stiff, looking at the small farmer, proud.
"Yes, it's as nice as mine with children" - Ray smiled, recalling the time that "the boy cuddles" had echo remain at three very still for long.
On the canvas, on a beautiful dark blue background, the face of a huge black gatto whose beautiful green eyes reflected the silhouette of a man ...

Author: Iholan

Post 513 Summary: Brian is paranoid ... or not?
ratting: TP
Notes: The characters are Cowlip, Ray and The Cat are mine ...

Justin is mine entered the room quietly. He was young, but very smart, and knew that Brown had a very light sleep.
threw his tummy on the floor, stretching the legs and was advancing on them without making a sound to reach its goal. Brian
turned on himself, scratching lightly, feeling the soft hairs on his neck, still asleep.
smiled slightly, feeling the wet tongue gently along his chin. He lowered his head unconsciously, as he began to wake up, feeling the lick on the lips. Slowly opened his eyes y. ..
- Aarrgghhh!
- What? - Justin joined a start to the cries of his companion, who had jumped up and rubbed the lips of a frenzy.
"That ... That I've got your tongue until the bell! Justin
blinked, they still sleepy, stroking the back of the small farmer, who was now sitting on the bed, looking at Brian y. .. smiling?. Justin shook his head, that thought aside the absurdity of his mind.
- And why you let him lick you?
- Brian emerged from the bathroom at superhuman speed, with a wet towel in hand and lips red and swollen and so much rubbing and looking at the blond as if it had gone another head.
- What that left him ...?! I do not let him lick me! Do not let him lick me, do not let him go to bed, or let him enter the room. Do not let him eat my shoe, or rip my shirts or chew my papers ... Brian
paced the room, speaking hurriedly, while gesturing, fingers listing all the things that allowed him to make the puppy, while Justin and Ray Seguin him with his eyes, as if watching a tennis match interesting.
The artist labioa biting, trying to keep the gesture seriously and not burst into laughter at the excessive theatricality of her boyfriend. Ray watched
rides chestnut tail moving slightly. The truth was that I spent most of the time with the blond boy, who was very loving and always played with him. But the highest was fun and went very well with him.
- And you know what? - He paused only a moment, arms akimbo, ignoring the gesture of denial of fair and continued pacing the room, gesticulating "None of that matters!, Why ... he - he paused to note the dog with his index finger, is entering the room, still climbing on the bed and still waking up to lick all the fucking time!. And keep eating my shoes, still ripping my shirts and is nibbling my papers!. You know why? - Justin shook his head, feeling that going to drown and unable to bend over his lips inward, to the fanfare of his companion .- Why do you hate me! Justin
and could not suppress the laughter, and the glare of brown only made him laugh even harder. He tried to control himself, trying to breathe normally while the tears out of his eyes.
- Brian ... lol ... Brian is a dog ... do not hate you!
- a, no? And why do not you awake?, Why not shred your clothes and eat your work?. He hates me, and teases me trying to go insane.
Ray got out of bed, sitting in front of Brian alzandose on its front legs, hoping to continue with game walk without going anywhere.
Justin, got up, rolling his eyes, still laughing.
- Okay, you've discovered. This is a conspiracy. Ray is in love with me and try to make you lose the right to take your place .- Brian looked at him slightly unhinged as he left the room smiling. Ray
fun watching him, waiting to move again. Brian knelt remaining at its height after finding that Justin was gone.
- I know what you intend, and is not going to bear fruit. Justin is mine. So go deleting that smile off your face. Ray
barked, happy because that was the day that "funny man" is stayed home all day, with "the guy who spoiled it, and put his paws on his shoulders, dedicated to the important task of demonstrating his joy at the best possible way: frantically licking ears

Edit: Well, we got it, I can already boast of header, haha.
Now I will see if I can put the images on the side without turning (and will) loc @ s with so much change, haha.
besazo.

Sinus Tachycardia Can't Exercise

Fic: Sacrifice: Epilogue

Well, I had thought about doing this ... But it's the last chapter him out almost by force, and I'm not convinced at all ... And last night I was struck by this scene, and had to write it ... I could not stop things like that ... Hope you like
at least a little bit and it does not appear too much cake, haha.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Kisses, see you soon.

Sacrifice: Epilogue.

walked slowly, avoiding a small but noisy groups of people who defied the cold, walked the streets.
He had never liked Christmas, but these were proving particularly odious.
course, you could be in one of its luxury homes, enjoying the warmth of a good fire, but had long since noticed that the cold sensation felt had little to do with climate.
could be one of those parties committed to that Like every year, had been invited. But, despite being treated with courtesy at meetings, had long ceased to pretend respect for him. Where once there was praise and looks frightened, there was now grinning and malicious comments.
Yes, it was still filthy rich. I could still buy all the company wanted. But there were no signs of admiration or reliance on these comrades shooting, only contempt and some sympathy.
And in the end, everything did not care. In his mind there were only two questions, where he was, and why, suddenly, he felt alone without ...
A group of people, busier than anyone else caught his attention.
was a motley crew. A red-haired woman wore the arm of a serious-looking man, but his eyes shone with the screams of women, with a smile dancing on his lips, lectured to a group of young men and women, who laughed openly while doing little runs down the street, playing to hit between them.
also had a couple of teenagers who tried to hide the laughter feigning outrage at such behavior, and a couple of children who were torn between imitating the boys or ignoring the elderly.
At that time, one of the highest placed in front of the group, back to him, dragging one of the boys. I can not enternder what he said, but the laughter of the group rose in intensity, while his companion turned towards him, smiling.
felt a strange twinge in his stomach when he had spoken to the young man leaned over kissing passionately, making the laughs turned into cheers and applause.
Then he moved slightly higher, making the street lights illuminating the show his face and felt the anger grow inside to recognize the man.

The boys laughed at the efforts of Debbie, unconvincing, to put order in the group, oblivious to the cold of the night.
It had been six months since the impromptu wedding of Brian and Justin, and the couple had started the celebrations by inviting his family to dinner in one of the best restaurants in the city, according to Brian to make up for the wedding feast, which consisted in tonnes "food at home" and chocolate chip cookies. Though his friends knew it was not just another of the spontaneous demonstrations of affection and gratitude of the couple.
After the sumptuous dinner decided to walk back home, watching the lights of Christmas were beginning to decorate the city, trying to give meaning more and more absurd, the surreal figures increasingly forming bulbs colors.
games and laughter had been continued all night, although, occasionally, the group exchanged significant glances, watching the couple. Even
were surprised they had the ability to get lost in each other's eyes, saying a thousand things without uttering a word. If things had changed.
It was a physical relationship, no affection, there was something else ... were still completely different, but complemented it perfectly.
Brian was still the same person sarcastic person ever, but his self confidence had grown enough to not be afraid to show their feelings. Even had managed to keep a couple of civilized conversation with Mel, although that was among the lawyers and the public. Before the eyes taunting amused and scandalized her family was for them a hobby that would not give up. Justin
remained the same sweet guy ever, but its independence from the comments of others made him rely less praise and expressions of affection. He knew what he was and what he could offer, and there would be nothing to make him hesitate.
No, no one could understand how they could have survived being separated. Justin was not a blinding light or a dark night Brian. The two together now shone with enough intensity to light the way, but with the softness needed to avoid deslumbrarte. That was what had changed. They had found the balance between two opposite points. Brian

departed slightly, smiling at Justin's smiling expression that filled him with warmth. He turned his head, and then saw him. Justin glanced
to note how slightly increased tension in the body of her husband, which became stronger embrace. It took a few seconds to recognize him.
He seemed shrunken, and his face seemed to have aged twenty years since the last time I had seen, but was, without doubt, Ronald Wallace.
looked back at her husband, who I smile slightly understanding the sudden concern of the artist, kissing her softly on the lips before going again. Ronald

scrutinized green eyes, but found no hatred in them, even contempt. The chestnut had directed a look of pity that increased his fury.
flashed a sneer when they reached their height.
- Well, if the happy couple ...
The group alerted to recognize Wallace. Drew Tucker, Ben and Carl took the lead, standing behind his friends to prevent a possible fight, but stopped them with brown eyes and hold the waist of Justin.
- Mr Wallace ... Looking for someone to blackmail?
Brian had spoken softly, further infuriating man with his indifference. He smiled ironically, closer to him.
- I had, Kinney ...
boys tensed, fearing public reaction. But Justin and Brian shared a knowing look, a smile crossing. Brian turned back to Wallace.
- He who fucks him very well. But it was never yours. On who was in my thought when I was contgo, and it was me you dreamed. You never had.
Justin smiled, proud of her husband, knowing it was true, although he had never counted.
Wallace was losing his smile, not knowing that say. The couple decided to move on, but the employer's voice stopped them again.
- Where is it? - Turned to Ben now, whom he recognized as the person who was seen talking with Roger the night of the exhibition. The teacher raised his eyebrow, pretending to misunderstanding, as he recalled the postcard of thanks had been received from Tuscany, where the former assistant was Wallace heal your soul under the Mediterranean sun, and with the help of a young teacher I had met .- yoga Roger is gone, where is it?
The answer came from the teacher, but Brian, wearing a prevention image of the past into the minds of Justin, Ben and Michael, what looked at him, understanding.
- Who would not? - Brian watched the man with regret, thinking what could have turned his life ...

had already advanced a few yards when Wallace's voice came to them again.
- Do you think you've won, Kinney? Do you believe that your sacrifice will keep by your side? Do you think that will not leave you when you get someone younger or richer? It will. And you can not stop him. Brian

stopped again, dropping to Justin after leaving a kiss on the forehead. Ronald approached, being in front of him after devoting a reassuring gesture to his family, who exchanged a worried look. What Justin will get tired of it and leave you for someone younger has always been one of the greatest fears of the public.
hate that I wanted to be pale and pathetic, but only caused him shame. She flashed a smile.
- No. I can not stop him. Love is not an obligation. It is a privilege. And you can not see, you do not deserve it .- He spoke in a calm voice, as if a child explain why two plus two equals four. He
man to join their family, who smiled proudly.

soon turned their laughter as he walked Justin embraced her husband, excited.
No, they had any obligation to each other. Had it with their own feelings. And although no one could foresee what would happen in the future, his feelings were saying loud and clear that, however hard it was the way debian recorrelo together.

Wallace remained with his eyes on the group long after their silhouettes in the distance had faded, feeling a terrible cold devouring his entrails. Never been so deafening silence as if the echo of voices and laughter of the group had disappeared.
took in giving notice the tears that streaked her face, for the first time since she was a child, while muttering a word that threatened to drown
- Roger ... FIN

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Fic: Fic

Well, I have made it difficult to write this chapter, because it is the latter, which means that the story ends, and the truth is giving me some pain ... but what good does a story ends, there's always another beginning.
is my first long fic, but I enjoyed it, there have been moments of panic that did not know where I had been, or how to get out ...
Fortunately, FL I have the best in the world, what has me excited and energized with his coments ... So many thanks tod @ s for sharing this adventure with me, and hope to see in the next.
For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, Garcia for reading and commenting. Kisses and hugs to
tod @ s.

Sacrifice XII The days passed at a rate of vertigo, while, at least apparently, everything was back to normal.
Jusino and Brian took days held in the loft, enjoying every minute, trying to catch up. And they would have to be there for weeks, but for the insistent calls Debbie, threatening to be in the apartment with a sleeping bag. The kids
cost even give credence to the words Ben. For them, nothing made sense ... if they knew that Justin and Brian wanted ... Justin
But the boy had always been brave fighter and was not willing to give up anything, rebelling against those who seek to control ... So it was inconceivable that had agreed to blackmail, risking to lose Brian and their families to protect.
As for Brian ... well, much as he wanted, everyone had a role in that family, and if Justin was a sweet and brave child, Brian was being arrogant, selfish and cold cause of all problems Justin.
Of course, they knew it was a good person, and things he cared more than they wanted to to understand ... For them, the pair worked well: Justin was more than they should, and Brian was limited to receiving without giving importance ...
see why you put your life in public, talking about feelings, acknowledging mistakes, risking his reputation and everything I had achieved, swallow your pride for Justin to come home was something she knew very well how to assimilate.
And although they understood the reasons for Ben to keep the margins of history, "was a matter of Brian and Justin. So far they were willing to go for each other was up to you", could not help but feel somewhat excluded from their lives, especially Michael, do not Temin to understand that their best friend had told things in a magazine that even he knew ...
decided it was best not to drown them with interviews and behind the warm welcome to Justin, have started to date with the latest news, as if just returned from a long journey ... But as they talked and laughed all at once, could not help feeling that something had changed, but did not know why.

end of the week, Justin and Brian decided it would be better to err on Kinnetic. Not that its employees need them, anyway. Cinthia
and Ted had taken the reins of the company and its employees knew that the extra effort of the last weeks would be rewarded ...
The truth is that the phones had not stopped ringing since the publication is the interview. And although Brian did not mind, have lost some customers, shocked at the "lifestyle" of Brian Kinney.
"The Brian Kinney what appears in the magazine is the same Brian Kinney, who brought up their sales by 85% from last year's campaign" was the most repeated phrase of the week.
Soon, however, came new companies interested in what Kinnetic take their campaigns, and the vast majority of their clients were delighted with the extra publicity.
- What better example of honesty of our products which have an honest advertising?
Thus, the benefits soon

losses doubled in his office already Kinnetic, Justin looked around, still no passerby would think that everything 'was over, that finally was home.
Nothing had changed, everything was in place ... but somehow, nothing was the same ... Suddenly, an object on the wall caught his attention.
was so engrossed he did not notice the presence of Brian until he hugged from behind, leaving him a kiss on the forehead.
- How ...? You missed the exhibition ...- None had spoken too much about what they did during the days that were separated.
- Not exactly. I had a private screening in the morning .- Justin's expression made him smile .- Advantages of having a child with the director of the gallery ...
- you ... Your eyes ... is the first thing I see when I wake up after a nightmare, what gives me strength when everything is black around ...
- I know, I left a kiss on the cheek, before turning it over, face him .- So here. I want you to see, I want you to look in my eyes when I ask what is most important to me ... I do not want to re-doubt ... Justin
embraced him, unable to respond.


Justin was happy he was back at home. their relationship with Brian was stronger than ever ... however, could not avoid feeling bad.
had always believed in the love of Brian, even before the publisher decided to admit it. But now, for the first time, he wondered if he had ever known value, if indeed he had given to detail with which his companion showed his affection their importance.
For the first time in his life, he wondered if he had been a mistake to go in the Life of Brian.
During those days only had separated, trying to catch up. They enjoyed each other, walking arm in arm, not wanting to loose their hands, laughing at the simplest things. They did not want to talk about what had happened, trying to forget.
On more than one occasion Brian was surprised to observe in silence an intense look, full of love, but with a veil of sadness that the largest ever wanted to explain, just held her when he asked, as if afraid to come back to disappear.
as the days, hours of long silences were more numerous.
But it was the heavy silence that hides the blame. It was a silent melancholy, a strange feeling of nostalgia for what should not be increased with the passage of days.
Justin looked at his bare hand, hoping that those days pass as quickly as possible. Brian

remained motionless on the couch in front of the fireplace off. there was no point repeating themselves feel that way ...
knew that Justin was worried, and had reason to be happy. He felt happy. Justin had returned, and that was all that mattered.
For years he had wondered what I could see someone like Justin in it, had denied himself the fact that I loved him, saying that the youth would be better without him ... but during these weeks had descubrierto as would be for him to be without the artist, and the idea terrified him.
Those weeks had been endless. He took
ring from his pocket. Do not know why she had not returned to Justin. Perhaps hoping that the boy claimed ... None of them had discussed the theme of the wedding. The truth was that he had tried to forget it, not caring.
Al Ultimately, I knew I needed to sign any papers to know that Justin wanted more than anything in the world, like Justin loved him.
But until that time had not realized how much I wanted to. Wanted to say loud and clear that nothing and no one would come between them. I wanted to tell the world that were of each other, because they had decided, and there was nothing more important than that.
looked at the clock, while Justin heard steps on the floor above. It was hours
"family" should have arrived. Now it should be hanging around the house, making sure everything was perfect: the flowers, tables, clothes ... everything.
The ringing sound him out of his thoughts.

- Good morning, Mr. Kinney .- Women's smile faltered to the baffled expression on Brian .- We have advanced a little, but ...
- Who is Brian? - The public turned away from the door for Justin to see.
- Are we at the wrong time? - The officiant and his assistant looked puzzled at the attitude of the couple.
- No, sorry .... pass. If you'll excuse us a moment ...- Brian ushered into the hall, while a stunned Justin carried to another room.
- What ...?- Justin was confused, "do not cancel the wedding?
- No, I figured ... I thought I would have done Michael. I did not want to think about it .- Justin nodded, lowering his head, while Brian was cursed for being such a loudmouth.
- I see, "Justin sounded hurt. Brian lifted his head, biting his lips.
- No, do not understand. When you left I could think of was that I would have mistaken this time. And then I just wanted to come back, did not want to think y. .. that.
Justin smiled slightly, he had not wanted to think about the wedding.
- I guess ... I guess we'll have to tell you that has been suspended.
- I guess if .- remained silent for a moment, without looking .- Or we can ... we can move forward.
had hardly been a whisper, and Justin looked at him, unsure of having understood.
- You mean ...? You want what ...? Brian
interrupted him, not knowing what or how to say.
- I do not mind the wedding ... that is, it is not necessary, but ... Well, for someone who does not believe in marriage is quite humiliating to refuse to marry you four times in four years .- Justin smile at the logic his companion, reassuring .- I know it is the ideal wedding, and I'm not the ideal candidate. But I also know that all I need is you. It took me cuenta.No took me assume, not to notice. And I've only had to tell the whole country so that you understood this, and if nothing happens you just ...
Justin put his finger to his lips to silence him, his eyes misted.
- Yes.
"If what?
"If I want to marry you. I wanted to do four years ago, and I want it now .- kissed Brian, who suddenly left him.
- Wait, pulled the ring from his pocket, returning to his place .- Justin Taylor, for the fourth time in four years, will you marry me?.

Bikini Wax, Mobile, Al

XII Sacrifice: Sacrifice Sacrifice X XI

Well, looks like the end is near ... If anyone expected fireworks at this reunion, I disappoint you ... but is that "power is love" is a lie as a house, Sorry.
is very shortie, but the truth is that my head is not in place today ... Damn temperature changes!
Anyway, hope you like it despite my limitations! Thank you very much for reading, and lots of kisses.

Sacrifice XI
Evening fell over the city when dampen the sounds of the street made him wake up, startled. The figure of the young
which turned in his sleep at his side, made him sigh with relief. There had been a dream. Justin was there.
gently hugged him, not wanting to wake him, feeling the blonde's body relaxed at the contact, looking for his heat, the nightmares away.

- Hello .- It had been barely a whisper, his voice full of emotion. He held out his hand, barely touching the cheek of Justin, make sure it was real. The young man smiled faintly, between sadness, uncertainty and joy, tears streaked her pale face.
drew him to him, hugging him tightly, not noticing that he wept while clutching the artist his neck, sobbing.
- Brian ... Forgive me, I ...- spoke hurriedly, trying to breathe normally.
- Shhh, quiet ...- took Justin's face in his hands, wiping the tears of the boy, his gaze looking Justin ...- He kissed her eyelids, unable to speak .- Are you okay? Do you hurt? ... Justin
not let him continue, stroking his face. He kissed her gently.
- I'm fine. I'm here, baby, I'm here, "They kissed again, slowly first, savoring the salty lips of the other. Soon the kisses were more intense, more profound as their languages are recognized by invading the other's mouth while his hands began to seek another's skin, anxious.
For weeks they had only thought about returning to that moment tocarse.Querian were sweet, eternal, given all the love they felt.
But the need to feel for each other was stronger. It tore the clothes
each other while kissing, while it dropped on the bed, muttering words that no one could understand, but whose meaning already knew, anxious and excited. Brian
bare skin felt hot and Justin, wondering how he could survive without heat, while its erection cried attention. Justin
just let him prepare.
sex did not tender or romantic. It was wild, furious. Urgent, maybe something sharp.
The breathless voice of the blond, arching under him, asking for more, made his excitement grew by the minute.
A couple of strong thrusts, and chestnut are empty inside, feeling for Justin to cum on her abdomen. Panting and exhausted
were dropped on the bed. Brian buried his face in the collar of his partner, even without separating their bodies, pearls in a cold sweat, patting his side. Justin
hands stroked her back, relax, letting the beat fatigue. Justin

hugged his body, fearing to open his eyes and found only in the attic of Wallace. The soft hands caressing his face made him react, finding green eyes calmed her nightmares.
- I missed you ... You have no idea how much I missed ...- The sad look in the audience shook.
- you ...- I also cursed ... Justin had so many things to say and could not speak. He saw the magazine, lying in a corner .- What ... what will happen now?
Brian stroked his cheek. The guilt in the tone of hurt Justin.
- Well ... I guess I'll have to find someone to hold me ... An artist maybe-ironic Brian's grin made him smile slightly .- I met an exceptionally good. I will ask you if you live together ... he loves me still ...
- Brian, sorry ... I did not want to hurt you, I just wanted to go, y. ..- deep breath, trying to control "Just wanted you to be safe, I ...
"Shhh, no, not your fault Justin. - He left a bit of edge, even on the bed, leaning back .- Debi realize what was up this ...-- He bit his lip, unable to name him "I am, I thought I could go on, forgetting everything he had done, all my mistakes, believing she would never have to pay for them ...
- Brian, do not say that, you do not ...
Brian sighed, looking at him fondly.
- Do you remember when ... I told you about it? - Justin swallowed hard, knowing what was going to say ...- You said that we thought we were both masters of the world, what ... Brian
not ...- remembered that conversation, just a few days before what Wallace will start their harassment, an absurd joke to silence what he thought were nothing more than unfounded jealousy of her husband. He cursed himself for speaking without thinking .- Please, listen, you're not like him. I'm sorry I said, I ... Brian put his finger
BOUT blond's lips, making him silent, with a slight smile.
- No. I'm not like him. He is selfish has only himself and cares only about himself. Do not believe in anything or anyone. For him the only thing that matters is money, power always get their way, without worrying about anything else. - Justin listened in silence, not knowing where he was going .- I'm not like him, that I have you. You taught me that there were things more important to do my will. Without you I would never have tried to be a good parent, or fight for what he really wanted and not what I needed. You saved me. Not only about my problems with Kip or my nephew or ruin or cancer. You saved me from myself, the person he was and what they could've slightly convertido. He stroked Justin's eyes, a silent tear away .- There is nothing more important than you, nothing matters more than us. If Kinnetic is important to give our child everything we've always dreamed of is important. But if you're not with me, none of this makes sense. You are my light, Justin. And if you're not, I have nothing .- Justin looked away, sorry. I should never have let this pass by ... Justin
caressed, trying to find the words, not knowing what to say.
- I love you, Brian
- Still?
- Always. Do you still love me? - The brown seconds it took to answer was made eternal.
- Do not know how I could stop Justin's smile lit up the room. - Do not leave me. Do not ever go away, please.
- Never I did. I was always with you.
She bent over him, kissing him softly, as he placed the young man's hands above his head, kissing every inch of skin with soft, caressing, erasing the traces of Wallace's body, showing in every kiss and caress all her love .

- Benjamin, is there something you want to share with us? - Ben took a deep breath when asked Debbi, drawing strength. Yeah, maybe it was the best ... and Brian would not bother with silly questions. Although he was not sure emerge unscathed from his confession.
Like every Sunday, the boys had gathered at the Dinner for breakfast. No one knew when they had acquired that custom, but it was almost a ritual. They met after buying their favorite newspapers and magazines and spent every Sunday morning at the dinner, talking about how they had fared the week and their plans for the next, all that between cups of coffee, lemon bars and comments on news and opinion articles.
Each had its own journals header. Emmett raved about one of the columnists star of "Glamour" when Ted, who had drawn the inside of your favorite magazine daily, choked on the coffee.
- Ted, what happens? - Blake preocipó at the expression on her boyfriend, who tried to take air, somewhat recovered.
- Brian ... Brian has gone mad.
Given the stares of incomprehension of his friends, Ted simply pass the magazine to Melanie, sitting opposite him at the table.
The lawyer read the headline on the cover, with Brian Wallace and starring:
"Ronald Wallace and Brian Kinney, head and tail of the business world"
"We have the exclusive details on the life of Ronald Wallace, one of the most influential in the country, data that show a very different image of the entrepreneur to that of man of integrity we knew until today and will certainly not go unnoticed to the mainstream.
Moreover, the publicist Brian Kinney has agreed to grant at last that is, exact words as "first and last" interview. In a display of sincerity so far unknown, Brian Kinney has not only shared with us the secret of his professional success, but shows us openly, the man behind the executive, spoke of his childhood, his relationship past with alcohol and drugs, and their relationship with the renowned artist Justin Taylor.
In a rare interview, Brian Kinney gives us that everyone tries to hide, the best and worst of himself, showing that even in the advertising world, there can be honesty and truthfulness. A surprising statement that will leave no one indifferent. "
Melanie
read the editorial of the magazine, before the stunned silence of everyone.
- Brian talking about his childhood?
- Brian forgetting his image?
- Brian giving an interview? But if your way of making coffee is almost a state secret ...
all spoke at once, unable to believe that Brian would have sat down to explain his life to a stranger.
- Well, that's Brian, right?. "Any medium is valid to achieve your purpose ..."
All eyes turned to Ben, incredulous.
- What purpose? "Sink your career? Listening to Michael
could not help but recall the words of Roger Freeman when she told him that the public had done, "Will you sacrifice everything he has for the boy?"
The silence of the teacher did suspect his friends as Ted began to connect the dots ...
- Ben ... Is there something you want to say?
- Benjamin, is there something you want to share with us?
decided it was best to learn the truth from him that Brian banging the door ... without a doubt, the couple took time ...


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Flowers For Stroke Patient

Sorry for the delay ... I do not know how many times I wrote this chapter, and still do not like. In my mind, everything was much better, which shows that it is easier to complicate things to clarify ... Sorry!
Well I hope you like it, if only a little.
Besos!

X
Sacrifice "The bussiness Magacine" era, with more than sixty years of history, one of the prestigious publications and serious
the country.
For decades, the pages had been used to uncover scandals, personalities and bring down elevate little empires.
In over thirty years at the helm of the magazine founded by his father, Tom Drake had experienced situations of all kinds and met people of all kinds.
But few characters could be compared with the two men who staged the cover of that week.
On the one hand, Ronald Wallace, for many the personification of the American dream, the boy of humble origins who had achieved success, reaching the top of society.
Drake, like many others, knew that the reality was quite different. Everyone had heard about the dark past of the arrogant and egocentric man, and knew that the employer was an unscrupulous uncle who had never dared to confront anyone.
But this had been one of the strangest weeks, and most satisfying of his long career.
A few days had come to the drafting of the journal, anonymously, a series of documents with statements, reports, photographs and even some recordings on the employer.
Drake had dealt personally verify the veracity of the documents, hoping to publish this information.
The investigation had been carried out by five private research agencies, independent of one another, what, from five different cities, were investigated thoroughly in the life of Wallace.
course, would not say who had hired them to conduct research, but was free to do with it what he wanted. After
had contacted some people who had been interviewed by detectives, who reaffirmed his statements.
Thus, what at first considered a stroke of luck, he met an exclusive story about the life and work of Ronald Wallace.
The comprehensive report was based on the childhood and adolescence of Wallace in a village in Wisconsin, where his elderly mother still lived, which had been abandoned for years and survived on the charity of their neighbors, until his life today, Straddling Washintong and London. Testimonials
teachers and former classmates, former employees, competitors and ex-lovers came together in an investigation that revealed Wallace's relationship with the world of drugs and prostitution, speaking of his great ability to manipulation.
Many acknowledged for the first time, have been victims of the blackmail of man, having given out of fear or shame, to extortion.
Senior Men, or their descendants, admitted to being used by the young conqueror Wallace climbing positions. Promising youngsters, whose personality was canceled, recounting the mind games of their employer, their sexual perversions and how to discard them when they tired of them.
threats, influence peddling, extortion, fraud ... There were even some who linked him to the overdose death of a teenager at a party at home.
So, Tom decided that this investigation Drake should see the light, thanking whoever had sent it, the opportunity to expose this man was actually showing him as a being heartless and mean. He pushed
Wallace thought, fixing his attention on the handsome young man with whom he shared the cover.
Appearing on "The bussiness" was something everyone looked forward to, it meant you were someone at the scene. Had they had been willing to pay to appear on their pages. Brian Kinney
But was not that kind of people
For years, the young entrepreneur was invited to appear on the magazine at least once every two months. But Kinney, amablemante provided had declined such invitations.
So when a few days ago, received a call from the publicist, asking if they were still interested in this interview, Drake had the feeling that, in fact, that was a week special.
Of course, had seen the photograph of Wallace with that blond boy, Taylor was called. And, of course, knew that Taylor and Kinney were a couple for years.
And, of course, was not so innocent as not to see that there was any relationship between the papers on Wallace, the sudden interest by the press Kinney and Taylor Young. It was not to lose the opportunity to meet sink Brian Kinney Ronald Wallace for details so insignificant as who was using whom. Brian Kinney
looked tired when I get to the writing of "The bussiness", but still extremely beautiful.
I promised I would have a frank interview, and met far ...
imposed only one condition was to have three copies of the magazine on Friday night, two days before distribution.
The magazine was ready to hit the market on Fridays or Saturdays, Sundays coming to market.
On more than one occasion had the feeling that their questions would remain unanswered, thoughtful silence before the young executive. But when he did replied with a frankness and naturalness such that Drake, despite being alone with him, he had a sense of what the young man spoke to him in reality, or to their readers. Brian
spoke openly about his childhood, an aggressive alcoholic father who hated his family, a father who, when he confessed he was gay, had wanted the muerte.De a cold and distant mother that only loved his church, denying a son who had offended God to "want" to be homosexual.
He told how he had cut any type of relationship with her sister when her twelve year old nephew filed a false complaint against him for sexual abuse, after having caught stealing. There
spoken openly of their excesses with drugs, sex and alcohol, and the problems he had caused to have sex with a subordinate when he refused to help career advancement.
He recognized that for years had been a cold person, which only cared about himself, and that in a time of his life, was willing to do anything to achieve what he wanted.
Drake could not believe that someone was being so clear when talking about their mistakes and shortcomings, much less that that person was in front of him talking about himself.
He asked if he missed having a family.
"I have a family.'s Mother became my best friend in mine for years. I have an eight year old son, whom I adore. My friends are amazing people who have stood by me even when I least deserve it. "
course Kinnetic talked about, and what they had assumed in his life, unabashedly recognizing the agency would not exist were it not for its team, a group of bright, loyal, they left everything aside to help make the dream a reality.
Brian also had problems when talking about Justin Taylor.
recounted how he had known when the artist was only seventeen, and had tried unsuccessfully to get his life on many occasions. He spoke of the aggression the boy had suffered years ago, it had always been brave and cowardly as it was him. Justin
had completely changed his world, teaching them things they had was worth fighting, forced to confront life. Without it there would have dared to try to be a good father, without him, Kinnetic not exist without it, Brian never would have exceeded the cancer ...
Justin Taylor was with his son, the most important person in his life, the only one who had loved and the only one I love.
No matter how far they were ... they both knew it was only a matter of time.
The sound of phone startled him, and smiled at the thought of who should be.

- What ... what does this mean? - Justin still could not understand what he had read Freeman ... He looked confused.
- I think it means it's time to come home. We are waiting. Justin
reacted at last, wiping her tears did not know when they had begun to emerge.
He rose to leave, stopping to get to the raised ...
- Are you okay? - Roger glanced up, surprised at the question. He sighed, tired, and tried to smile.
- No. But I'll .- If it would be nice. Did not know how soon or like make it, but I would. To his surprise, Justin hugged him.
Respodio to slowly embrace, silent tears letting go on their face. He pushed the blond, with a sad smile.
- Can you tell us what are you here yet? Take off. Do you think you can have a lifetime waiting for a man? - Justin nodded, smiling through the tears that insisted on going back. Roger
watched him run down the long hallway, while inside the joy and sadness mingled, not fight each other for dominance, and let it flow freely dairies, is promised, his last tears by Ronald Wallace.

- Tom ... can you tell me What does this mean?
- Good morning, Mr. Wallace, how are you? - Drake tried to sound neutral.
- Drake, did not give me nonsense. I have a copy of your magazine ... can not post this!
- Ronald, is my job. We are a magazine, we are dedicated to reporting. And all the data displayed here is contrasted ... "You have to remove
-Drake, now grinning. he had nothing to fear from Ronald Wallace. After the death of his wife, and who had been his secretary and mistress for over twenty years, there was no one who had to protect ...- I had nothing to do with that boy ...
- Maybe not. But it was less than age, was in your house and disappeared from your own party when they discovered the corpse ... You know that what counts in this world is not the truth, but the scandal. What matters is the image ... Wallace
clenched fists, while walking from one place to another in the office, furious ...
- Cursed Kinney !....- journalist could not help laughing when I heard him mumble.
- What about Kinney? Do not like your interview? It seems to me the most courageous ...
- That damn publicist ...- Wallace took a deep breath, trying to calm down And what about him? If I had made this information public ...
- But you did not. No I know how it will affect this, but the fact is that he has told the truth, no scandal, is a confession. Talk about good and bad. And by his own will ... To you I have discovered. Besides, it has to do with why someone Kinney inquire about you? Have you done something? - Drake smiled satisfied to silence the other side of the line. Confirmed that any questions ... the blackmailer had been defeated. Wallace slammed
, cursing. If Kinney had played ... then noticed the little note that had fallen from the envelope with the magazine.
read it and threw her against the wall, furious
"deal with it, Wallace, you've lost."

Brian walked in the loft, restless. Needed to pass something, the silence and stillness we were going crazy ...
From his conversation with Ben had turned their anger and frustration to find a way to pay Wallace the damage he'd done to Justin. Therefore
had sought all possible information about the employer, information that spoke of Wallace's life in different cities.
knew from Pittsburgh and just not get anything, and he was willing to try to make their own medicine. Therefore
had spent the last few weeks to travel to places in which Wallace had lived hiring the best detective agencies in each city to see to the smallest detail about the life of the entrepreneur in record time.
At first, nobody wanted to talk, but once they realized there was someone who was willing to stop him to Wallace to denounce his conduct had been almost a therapy for those who knew him.
The truth is that Brian had been more than satisfied with their work.
But that was not enough.
was aware that he had made many mistakes in the past, but I could not let Justin pay for them. Justin had already suffered enough because of him. Was when confronting the past. Therefore
had accepted the order granting the interview. Jealous of his privacy, had not been easy to talk about his private life, remember their parents ... But I had no other choice.
She did not care if I had to sacrifice his future career, where Justin was safe.
why he had chosen the interview was published in the same magazine that had sent the information about Wallace. Needed to have it in their power before it went on sale, and needed the artist Wallace was away when the find, never knew until he go fury.
were asked, again, if the dealer would have satisfied your mission, if Roger had done his part, if Justin would be fine ...

Ronald entered the apartment, pale and trembling with anger. He knew there was something odd about the door opened.
- Roger!, ROGER! - Only silence answered his call. He noted the long corridor, paralyzed, while the mirror at the entrance will return a worn image. The house seemed enormous, with an endless corridor and a deafening silence. Suddenly he saw himself, a being small and insignificant ... and alone.

The sound of knocking on the door she stopped in the middle of the loft. Without realizing it, had stopped breathing, it takes about seconds to react, seconds that became eternal when he had called.
Finally, Brian opened, not knowing whether he had before him was real or another joke of his imagination. He noted
unable to speak. The blond hair had grown a lot during those weeks, and a framed dark circles under her eyes red and swollen, filled with tears.

Justin had run through the streets that separated the attic loft, without stopping if you want to breathe. He had not even bothered to pick up the clothes he had brought with him to the house of Wallace.
could not stop thinking about the interview, in which Brian could lose .. as Brian was willing to lose for him.
not want to think about whether he would be angry or not, or as he learned of his situation. I just wanted to hug him, he should welcome into suis arms and promised him nothing to separate them again.
watched his green eyes, tired and dull, and felt a twinge of pain. In front of him, as if trying to recognize ...
He noticed how much the advertiser had lost weight during those weeks ...-
- Hi ...- certainly was not his best line. He tried to smile through the tears, unable to believe they were there, together at last. Brian I smile slightly, while a tear or two escaped, quickly.
- Hello ...

continued ...

Oolong Y Bulma Doujin En Español

Fic Fic: Sacrifice IX

I fear you are giving, really ... Here tod @ s expecting a scene like "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", haha.
Well, I just hope you are not disappointed with the vengeance of Mr. Kinney, though I doubt we'll see the guts of anyone flying through the air ... at least for now.
Here's another chapter, I hope you enjoy.
Thank you for reading, and many kisses.

IX

Justin Slaughter tried to smile but for the first time in his life, he was not nervous or excited. There was absolutely nothing.
The gallery was packed. Artists, critics, journalists ... all wanted to greet the star of the evening, to congratulate and talk with him.
Justin was moving between them, without seeing anyone, without listening to anyone. I just wanted to leave you alone.
Those who attributed their pallor surrounding the nerves of the exhibition and smiled, encouraging him as he tried to contain the nausea that caused him to feel Wallace's body next to hers.
had come to the gallery an hour before the start of the exposure to make sure everything was ready, unable to avoid his gaze directed at the door again and again.
- Do not wait. It will not come .- Wallace appeared before him with a grin .- I have otro jovéncito con el que jugar.
- Wallace, vete al infierno.- Intentó alejarse, pero el mayor le retuvo, obligandole a mirarle.
- Vamos, Justin. No seas maleducado. Esta es una gran noche. Se amable y deja que vean lo feliz que eres.
Justin sintió que su rabía crecía por momentos. Si, esa debía ser una gran noche. Aquella era su última exposición antes de casarse con Brian, era un momento especial para ellos...
- Eres un maldito hijo de
- Sshhh...Cuidado con ese vocabulario, rubito. Deberías ser más amable, a fin de cuentas vamos a pasar mucho tiempo juntos...¿no te lo había dicho? Mañana nos vamos a Europa.- La sonrisa del empresario creció ante la expresión Justin incredulous.
- I will not go anywhere with you!
- Good. Already old for making your own decisions. In short, this will soon be full of journalists who were sure interested to know the secrets of this pathetic ...- publicist Justin suddenly turned pale, making the man laugh Haha, I thought so. Well, we, as guests begin to arrive.

Finally the crowd had managed to separate him from Wallace and had started walking aimlessly, until you see only against one of his works. It seemed impossible that he had painted.
was one of the paintings he had made shortly after settling in Briatin, a box full of light transmitting a pleasant sense of peace, tranquility and hope. He had used different shades of green and brown, recalling the different shades that could acquire the eyes of his companion.
He pushed the tears began to flow, sighing.
- really wonderful .- Lindsay's voice behind him startled him. The two friends embraced, smiling .- Congratulations, the exhibition has been a success.
- Yes, it seems, "The blonde watched Justin's face with serious concern.
- Justin, honey, you okay?
- Yes, I'm just tired ... ...- He looked away, unable to lie to her friend .- And others?
- are to come ... Justin, what happens? - Stroked her back with love, calming.
- Nothing ... seriously, - the expression of Linds told him not to get trick .- ... I guess I always spoil it all, he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
- Justin, look at me. Want to Brian? - Justin smiled slightly, knowing that there was a real question. He sighed wearily.
- Linds, I ... God, I miss it so much ...
- then come home.
shook his head, knowing that there was nothing I want more than that.
- I can not, Linds. I can not. Even if I could do, Brian would never forgive me. No after what I did, after what I said ... no, I can not do .- The girl took his hands, worried.
- Justin, honey ... love you Brian. Do not know what happened between you, or what you said, but he waits .- smiled sadly at the thought of his amigo. "I think you have been waiting since birth.
The artist tried to put his thoughts as I watched Wallace talking to the other side of the room. Brian
waiting for you ... We're going to Europe ... Brian is gone ... If you care, would come for you ... Brian sacrificed his happiness to prevail ... The truth does not matter ... Brian is waiting ... Thousands of voices
flooded his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly.
He only knew he needed to see, again feel safe and secure in his arms. His eyes focused on painting, as if there were to find an answer.
- Justin!, Are you listening? - Linds looked at him nervously.
- Yeah, sorry, is ...- She noticed the sign beside the painting, "Do you have sold?
the blonde looked at him blankly.
- When you have sold the picture?
- This morning, I knew that ...
- back again. Give the buyer that he likes, but this is not for sale ... this is not ...- Her friend looked like he was crazy, but suddenly, it seemed to keep that box as world's largest.
- Justin ...
The arrival of his mother and his friends stopped.

was nearly twelve o'clock when the messenger had come at last. The boy's bad mood because of work at that time disappeared when Brian handed him a one-hundred, as he gave the address that was to take the third envelope.

- still be in the gallery Ben prepared to leave with one of the envelopes that had just arrived. He had told Michael that he had too much work to go with him to the show and had been seen there later on.
- Yes, I know .- The tone of the publisher put on alert.
- Brian, do not ever show up there.
- Ben ...
- Brian, Justin has suffered. You have suffered. But if you only make things worse. Do not spoil it now. Be patient.
- Yes, that's all I have left .- Brian sighed wearily.
- Try to relax, you're exhausted .- The pained voice of his friend touched him .- It'll be okay.
- I hope .- He looked at his friend, biting his lips .- Ben ...
The teacher nodded silent thanks of brown and left the loft, hoping not just one of those useless empty phrases that so despised Brian. Everything had to go though ... Brian

suppressed the urge to leave the loft. Knew that if I did I would go directly to the gallery, and Ben was right.
For days he had wanted more than anything to go for Justin, bring it back home and not let him get away again.
But then Justin's sacrifice would be in vain, and the young have always blamed.
could not ruin everything because of their impulses.
threw the envelope on the bed, it also Topple. I was really exhausted.
For three days he had returned to Pittsburgh and had not had a single minute to relax.
He wondered if all that would serve for something, and what would happen from now. All
he wanted was to have Justin back. But I could not stop thinking about others, as they affect ... Finally
fatigue overcame him, staying asleep. Justin

observed red lines announcing the arrival of another dawn.
had reached the attic into the night and was lying in bed unable to sleep.
The exhibition was an unqualified success, but that did not care.
Within three hours on a plane would be moving away, perhaps forever, from everything I loved.
Wallace was asked to do in Europe with empty body. Why your soul would stay there in Pittsburgh Brian, at home.
closed his eyes, wondering if ever again see the boys, Brian, Gus ...
Despite the silence that had obtained in response to multiple questions, all had been with him that night, supporting Mel, Emett, Ted ... all except Ben.
Justin opened his eyes again, thinking about the strange attitude of the teacher.
had arrived after midnight, when some guests had already left.
He apologized for the delay and, after a while, he turned away.
The boy spotted his eyes shortly after, while saying goodbye to some acquaintances. I was in a secluded corner of the room, talking with the aide of Wallace. When I try to reach them, the two had disappeared from there. He tried to ask what
knew Freeman as he said goodbye to his friends, but Ben hugged him briefly, smiling and speaking in a tone that could only hear the "quiet, everything will be fine."
not understand anything, but Ben's smile, and those words reassured, even without knowing why.

It was half past six when Ronald Wallace came to his office, like every morning. In a couple of hours had to be at the airport, but still had some business to attend. Even
smiled as he remembered the frightened expression on his threat to Justin talk to the media.
It seemed absurd devotion to the fair by Kinney. At the end of the day, the publisher had made no effort to recover, it was obvious that had already forgotten him.
A on the ground in front of his office, call his attention. I had no sender. Only your name on one side. Roger Freman

fighting for ordering the amalgamation of feelings from the night before, he had seized. Sadness, guilt, pain, relief ...
During the exhibition a part of him had prayed that Brian would not have done, that Ben will not come ...
But part of him sigh with relief, to see him get with that on. For better or for worse, any change thereafter.
noise in the room the artist told him that he was not the only thing he could not sleep that night. Half an hour ago that Ronald had left the attic, so I would soon find out everything.
He stood up, going to Justin's room. Ronald Wallace

had trouble breathing. Pale and trembling, sat behind the desk, unable to believe what he saw. Justin

finished dressing when she heard a knock on the door, asking permission to enter.
you surprised Roger dejected appearance, the dark circles that framed her face. But it still seemed calm. She smiled slightly.
- I think you should see this.
Confused, Justin took the magazine from the hands of man. It took a few seconds to realize what I was seeing, and had to sit when she noticed that her legs were failing, his breathing quickened as a slight tremor shook their hands.
- What ... what does this mean?


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Jambalaya Chicken Chorizo

Fic: Sacrifice VIII

hate computers! After failing to connect since Friday, have now decided to put all mñana on strike ... well, if not let me be hung as I write ...
Well, little need to finish this story ... or I think, that in principle would be 5 chapters and look where we are ... but the truth is that these are costing me a lot. Besos
giants tod @ s, and thanks for reading. (I reserve my personal opinion on this chapter, we will not roll ... haha)

sacrifice VIII:

- What has not said when again?
- No, Mom. He said he was fine, that's todo.-Michael sighed in exasperation. He did not like seeing his friend being embarrassed, let alone not knowing what he was doing.
- do not get it ... First Justin, now Brian, what is this, a fucking epidemic?
Ted was silent, never Ben's eyes, wondering why the teacher would have missed his visit to Kinnetic, while her friends and her boyfriend, Blake, rushed into the world of speculation.
After the departure of Ben, Brian had been confined to his office, after warning them not want to be disturbed under any circumstances, and spent the next few hours hanging on the phone. In other circumstances
Cinthia Ted or have dared to break their isolation and try to find out what was happening.
But the man who had left Justin Chambers was not the same person who had arrived that morning at the agency, and everyone noticed the change, though no one understood.
The Brian Kinney tired, loss and defeat that had entered Kinnetic was the picture of confusion and nostalgia. The Brian Kinney who addressed them with a calm, monotone voice, his face expressionless, except for the feverish brightness in her eyes, spoke of danger and determination.
Late in the afternoon, Brian left the agency, but not before asking his assistant to reserve a place in the first Pittsburgh-New York flight.
Five days had passed since then. Five days that had just called to talk with your child and say he was alright. Campion Debbie
The normally reserved for your child and Brian, brought back to the accounting for reality.
- Why do not you stop? - Ted rubbed his hit area, recalling the coolness and serenity of his boss, the brightness of his eyes betraying the fire inside ... who could have stopped?
Finally, the group decided that the publisher had come to avenge the memory of Justin and his abandonment by throwing all the guys from NY. Ben

onServer them in silence, angered by the callous cocoon concept still chasing Brian. But they decided that nothing would bother the family with the truth. After all, neither they could do nothing, nor Brian could waste time in useless discussions.
He agreed with general opinion. As the publicist said, better a lie that makes you happy you bitter truth of life. Justin

massaged his aching hand, although still swollen for days he had finished his last painting.
Although not admit it, the truth was that his conversation with Roger had given him strength to finish his work, moving all its pain and frustration to the canvases, and everything was ready for exposure.
last works were much darker than previous works that speak of rage, anger, anguish and melancholy. Obars far from happy, hopeful and bright that it had created by being with Brian. Sacidió
head, trying to distance the publisher of his thoughts, repeating over and over again that he had no right to claim anything or offended by him.
Although it was not what I felt anger, but a slight disappointment.
He had been relieved when his mother told him, had finally abandoned its isolation and had returned to work. He was glad to go and get on with life.
What I had not expected was the sudden trip of his, until a short time, future husband.
knew I had no right to feel bad, Justin had left him and humiliated him publicly, but Wallace's words struck him again and again without pity: "If you care, would come for you."
And I could not help but feel he was right. If Brian wanted him, why not fight for him?, Was less important to their relationship that his vanity?
The image of Brian in a dark room struck him with painful clarity, making him forget his battered hand.

Brian leaned back in his hotel bed, watching the night fall on the city. I was really exhausted, but knew he could not sleep.
New York, Winsconsing, Washington and now London. He had traveled five cities in five days, though, is tell the truth, and I was not sure how long he was of casa.Ni even had told his friends he had left NY.
Of course, all this could have been cast by telephone, or could have sent someone in his place.
But he liked to look into the eyes of your partner and make sure they fulfill their duty.
addition, the mission was too important to be left to others, and the temptation to approach Wallace too big to remain waiting in Pittsburgh.
The pale moonlight streamed through the window and watched her publicist, lost in their thoughts,
Justin does not like London. It was a city too cold, too wet, too gray the cheerful character of the artist.
If Justin absorvió light, and the air needed to breathe. He himself was a luminous being.
The blond was that small group of people able to reassure alone with his presence the most tortured of souls, making you think that the world is a wonderful place that it is there at your side. Brian
adored her perfect body, do not think I could be anything softer than the feel of her skin, could be lost for hours in the sea of your eyes and lips, red, fleshy, were the best food we had ever tasted.
But if he loved his body, he loved even more inside. admire the generosity and honesty governing his life, courage and willpower that enabled him to overcome every obstacle in life without ever losing him that smile that could brighten the darkest of nights.
closed his eyes tightly, praying for your little one was okay, being able to show that he was all that mattered, that will be forgiven for having left no doubt ...
He rose abruptly, trying to keep the peace. Justin hurt thinking, and thinking about that damned racketeer could touch ... I needed to keep calm if I wanted to carry out their plan.
He went to the shower, getting ready for her date that night. Brian Kinney
was an extraordinarily generous person. He did not like to boast of goodness, or go hawking their good works. To what to do, period.
was always the first to go if a friend needed him, and was capable of anything to stand up for what he believed.
But if Justin was pure light, Brian was the son of darkness.
had learned, being just a kid, not to believe in nothing, trust no one.
concepts like love or altruism did not exist for him. Growing between aggression and contempt for his father and the coldness and hardness of his mother, had echo of the phrase "you only have yourself, you only need to you" motto.
No excuses, no regrets ... care only of himself, concerned only for him had become the key to their survival.
triumphed not the good guys, no one had respect for the weak. Only the strongest, above the rest.
And he built a shell of self and coldness. A shell that only a few had managed to see, let alone pass.
No, it was his high sense of morality that made him a man of integrity.
The pride and love that Justin felt towards him, the unconditional love of his "family", the firm trust of its workers, the boundless admiration of his son, this was what forced Quereo Brian Kinney be, every day, a better person.
As a businessman he knew that everything in the business world was closely linked to political scandals and corruption. Appropriate information in the hands of the wrong person could sink the mightiest of men, and launch the most mediocre success.
Yes, it was a world full of hypocrisy, falsehood and deception. But that was a world that had never interested, a world that had always refused to enter.
Therefore, despite being a man with inside information and important contacts in that world, had never taken advantage of his influence or knowledge of the privacy of any person for career advancement.
All this, their undoubted talent and his passion for the work he had traded the respect and confidence of a boring profession accustomed to the occasional climb and dishonesty.
But not like foul play did not mean he did not know to play.
And everyone knew it was best to avoid incurring the wrath of the publisher. Because if it was to defend what Brian loved the words ethics, compassion, forgiveness or ceased to exist.

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Fic: Sacrifice VII

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Sacrifice VII
In Kinnetic it was business as usual, as if time had not passed. And Brian felt that Justin would go to meet them at any time. But it was he who ran at him. Cinthia
and Ted will soon be at his side, asking what the hell I was doing there, and trying to persuade to leave home, while watching her employees between concern for his long absence and relief to have him back, convinced that everything would return to normal. As
was off course, their kids were used to fund those days. Brian was proud of what had become his agency. But above all, but would never admit it, I was proud of the group of people that formed it.
For two hours he devoted himself to see the status of the campaigns were launched, the results of which were over and the ideas for new projects.
really knew him so well that there not needed at all times. Brian
employees and Justin, that Justin had earned the right to be their leader, had lived in those weeks between concern and confusion, and were committed to doing all he could to help their bosses and, despite all , friends, work hard to restore some confidence that had always placed in them.
So now were busy showing progress.
It was a display of how hard they worked, or what good professionals they were.
was more of a statement: We are a team, we are your team. You believed in us to make your dream and we'll be here whenever you need us. And Brian looked
work, pride and gratitude in silence.
was overturned on review their work and sign the documents back, pushing thoughts of Justin. But mid-morning his work had been completed, and turned mechanically to the office of blond.

Justin looked at the blank canvas, as if waiting to appear to answer all your questions ...
recalled the words of Wallace, the night before.
- You know, you should forget him. If you really cared, would have come to buscarte.-Justin continued staring into space, pretending that his words were of no concern. The larger one is forced to look at him, smiling .- I know the guys like Kinney. You never forgive.
then had been just as his mind reproducing these words over and over again, he could quell. And he felt that Wallace once again, was right.
he had betrayed Brian had left him no more. And the pictures in the newspaper had been a public humiliation for the proud publisher. And his words in the parking lot ... no, never forgive. however much he wanted Brian never let him get back to him ...
Why so if Brian knew was that he wanted ... but I could not help but wonder how far ... I knew where she was, who was ... why he did not go for him ...?
shook his head, fearing find the answer, looking forward to going back.

The release was the same, ordered that way that only Justin could understand.
on the table, shares of Kinnetic mingled with photographs, shopping lists, sketches and drawings of artist Gus ...
The room smelled, retaining his presence, and felt she was drowning ...
"I do not love you ... I'm with Ron ... it was just a challenge" ... And the same question was returning again and again, why?
what was wrong this time?
He felt an idiot ... how could someone like Justin want to spend the rest of your life with someone like him?
wanted to shout, tear clearance, forget that Justin existed, erasing any trace of their presence ...
He sat behind the desk, looking at the pictures ...
- Um ... Hi, how annoying? - Ben had not heard me go .- Michael has said he would be here ... I'm glad you're ... better.
Brian smiled at the understatement.
- Yes, the holidays are over tired sighed, pointing out the chair opposite him, strangely quiet.
- Brian, I ... have to talk. This is Justin.

Roger smiled slightly. What to observe in silence the boy was becoming a habit. Stood beside him.
- No worth nothing to regret. All we can do is move forward. Justin
wanted to give a scathing response. For him, this man was so cruel, or more than Wallace. But he was tired of arguing ... and tired of talking cosigo it.
- buy what you have to move on, if not you have anything? I've lost the only important thing ... the rest is worthless.
- Well, you still have this, "noted the blank canvas, paints cornered. Without Brian, had not been able to return to painting .- Kinney gave to you so that you achieve your dream. Do not let them be sacrificed in vain.
Justin looked at him, confused. How did he know that?. The man went away, Brian Kinney hoping this is not so arrogant asshole that looked ... I did not know how long that situation would support the artist. And the cast had all he could .- Finish your work. Tomorrow we will go to the gallery.

violent and heavy silence had settled in the room, as the tension seemed to float in the air. Brian
stood still in his swivel chair, staring at a fucking on the street, back to his friend. After ten minutes, Ben dared break the silence again.
- Brian, what are you doing?
publicist few seconds to process the question. Finally he got up, looking at his companion, and laughed.
was a cold empty, joyless, that scared the ever impassive teacher.
- What I do, Benjamin? - His tone was quiet, too true. You see, I'll stay here, quiet and very still waiting to sound the alarm, because, no doubt, this is just a fucking nightmare .- tone was rising as he spoke, trembling with rage, and let out their frustration.
deep breath to calm down, going by the window. Ben stood at his side.
- Justin you qui ...
- Justin is a fucking idiot! - Ben winced at the reaction of his friend's always the same. Always the poor martyr's role sacrificing love for me, holding it all for me, taking care of me ... Well, I've never asked for anything.
He poured a drink and sat on the couch, while Ben sighed, following him in silence, trying to digest his words.
- not Justin's fault, "the publicist Brian looked at him as if he expected to be there. She looked at the glass, without seeing it. Her voice sounded empty.
- No. It is not .- sigh, tired, fighting back tears .- It's my fault. I should never have allowed to come into my life. Should never believe that I could leave everything behind and be happy, make you happy ... I should never have let you come near Wallace ...
- Brian ... Brian, Justin is happy at your side, things have changed, you've changed .. That Wallace is one ...
- what am I, Ben? What kind of person I am if ... if I can not demonstrate to the person I love which is all I really care? If ... if after all these years Justin thinks my job, my reputation and money are the most important thing for me ... if you do not know yet that he is the only thing I care ... Different sensations assaulted
Brian, which vainly tried to put in order ...
It hurt to know that Justin was suffering, wondering how he should feel, ...
Anger and hatred for Wallace invited him to go find, to destroy your body until you will be a single drop of blood.
But above all, he hated himself. I hated not to have realized what was happening before, and hated that, once again, Justin was suffering because of him.
just wanted to go to meet him, hug him, ask him to forgive ... Ben
it was not difficult to understand the whirlwind of sensations that would be attacking his friend. Even wondered how could he be so calm. Support hand on his friend, kneeling to be at its height, and forced him to look at him.
- Brian, the only culprit is the idiot of Wallace. Justin now needs you do not know how, but if someone can do something is you. And kill Wallace is not an option.
Brian smiled a wry smile, because I knew that the idea of killing the man was not just a word spoken at random. Ben knew better than he thought.
But he went to jail would not help to Justin ... because if Brian Kinney decided to kill someone one day, who would not hide, or pay someone to do it.
Yes, I would destroy that man ... would make him pay all the pain and suffering of Justin.
Given the expression of his friend, Ben did not had no doubt that he had awakened a sleeping beast ... and Ronald Wallace would soon regret having crossed the path of Brian Kinney.
And inadvertently was found begging by the darkness that had taken their eyes will not reach your soul as well. Ronald Wallace

happy smiling as he walked into Justin's room, feeling absolute winner of a war that had not even begun. He thought that since then the boy appeared an angel. And it was yours.
What he did not know was that, miles away, another demon had woken up, ready to give the space that belonged in hell.
Never trust a fallen angel, a demon Retes never love.

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Qaf Fic: Sacrifice VI

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Fic: Sacrifice V

I know I promised a chapter a day ... but I was completely blocked by this chapter ... I'm sorry. Epera
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Sacrifice V. Brian

not remember how long it took on that bed, "hours? Days? Years? ... Time does not exist. I hated the pain caused to his friends, knew I had to do something ... but his body did not exist, he did not exist.
real All we had was the gray fog that invaded his mind, moving away of reality, that was all that made sense. It was well wrapped in it, without thinking, without feeling ...
Although that was not entirely true, because it arose, at times, disjointed images: A young blonde who laughed and hugged him in the same bed, he kissed a young man threatened him with a brush full of paint, they two dancing in the street, staring blue eyes, hurt, and a man hugging them away .... a voice telling him that she no longer loved. A voice repeating "has perdidio" ...
It came the echo of those words but not understand them, not knowing if they were real. JustinJustinJustin ... was all that the fog did not erase, a word, the oft-repeated, and did not know it existed.

Something was wrong. Justin felt like bursting into rer at the absurdity of his remark, it was obvious that nothing was wrong. But in those days was the suffocating feeling that something happened to Brian, for what, in their efforts to save him, had sentenced the man she loved.
The words of his mother that afternoon did not help.
- Justin, I never got into your stuff, but we are concerned. You've been weeks without wanting to see us, you always have an excuse ... and Brian is ... God, do not even know it is, takes a full week away, without reacting to anything ....¿ what is happening, Justin? - The frantic voice of his mother made he felt chills .- has to do with that Ronald?
Justin could not help a slight smile at the "it" that, years ago, had preceded the name of Brian.
He made her promise to her mother that she would be at the show, missing for two weeks, and hung up.
The need to see her family, to see Brian, was so intense it hurt. He felt that was years away from home.
could not risk using this time the home phone, all calls were recorded. I did not know where to call, or to say. But I had to do something. could survive in spite of Brian, knowing that he had followed his life, but if anything happened ...
Returned to the room and tried to turn on the phone, thrown against the wall when the red light told him that was out of battery.
wanted to mourn, but he had no tears. He sat on the bed, hugging her legs with her sights set on a horizon in which he no longer believed. Roger

moved slowly down the aisle, trying to shake off its doldrums. For years he had fought against that nagging voice that lived in his head that told her child that is called consciousness, until finally he got silence.
not lacked feelings. He had always lived with jealousy, frustration, anger ... and had learned to handle them. But he was not familiar with this strange feeling that kept him from sleeping and forced him to be friendly with the new boy-toy Wallace had been a few days. He recalled the young
the cafeteria.
He had spoken of a tenacious and brave teenager, who was in love with an arrogant and selfish man, deciding to ignore those who told him the man he never would want to fight for your love, convinced he can destroy the shield under which , would know then hid the fear and loneliness. And the story
sounded too much of their own. But the similarities end soon.
Why, against all odds, these two people had fought all, they had experienced everything, including themselves, to be together. And now, Ben said as he left, the end of history was in their hands.
For a moment he wanted to be Justin Taylor, Ronald save his own darkness. But even he had the courage to Justin, and Ronald Wallace had ever possessed the integrity of Brian Kinney.
knocked lightly before entering the room, but the boy did not seem to notice him. He saw the broken phone and assumed that the boy had tried to talk to the advertiser, care of him from a distance.
Kinney was wondering if it really deserved, if I could give up his life for the artist and this was done. Surely not, thought.
the end of the day, what had served him give up everything for Wallace?.
understood what was the big difference between them. Justin was the healing of Brian, as he had become a poison in the service of Wallace. Yes, Kinney was a lucky guy.
watched in silence the boy. His face showed the concern and the accumulated fatigue, but still, it was incredibly beautiful. Coughed slightly.
- Ronald awaits us down in ten minutes .- He was surprised determination in the blue eyes looked at him.
- I'm ready.
- Is it worth it? Give up your life for it ...- off Justin smiled.
- Sometimes you have to sacrifice for what we believe. I believe in the person you want.
Roger prepared to leave, but I doubt for a moment. He turned, leaving the phone in front of a confused Justin.
- Hurry, and be careful, or this will not be for nothing.
would
eyes when the door was closed. Had pretended to sleep and, finally, had left him alone. He wondered how long it should take no sleep ... or how long he stayed, and did not know. Did not flinch when the phone started to ring, letting the answering jump. I was not sure he could speak.
- If we see you tomorrow, or ever again, never mind. It's just time.
Justin's voice sounded like an explosion in his head. Time. For years I had wanted to stop pretending that did not exist. To be forever young, always beautiful, always free.
Then came Justin, telling him that change was inevitable, but he will always be the same, they always knew that Brian amaría.Pero, over time, the blond would forget, that time will erase everything, it destroyed everything. But despite the time, by far he was, he always returned.
Hobbs, Ethan, Los Angeles, NY ... everything was back ... and Justin always came back, dispelling the darkness.
closed his eyes, trying to stop the world spinning out of control. He threw the phone on the floor, screaming his name, put his head on the pillow and wept as if wanting to take it all his life, pushing the ring against his hand. Ben

Brian watched from the doorway. He wanted to go to console those who, contrary to general opinion, had always considered the most vulnerable of his friends. But I knew that there was nothing he could do. At least, had recovered sufficiently from his soul to feel the anger and pain.
left the house, waiting the damn call did not come, wondering if anything would have served ... Ronald Wallace

happy smiling back to the attic. She loved those parties
apparently serious and boring, you were actually a hotbed of gossip and plots. He loved being the center of attention at all, showing off their luxuries and conquests.
As feared and hated, his business acumen was as well known as his lack of scruples.
attractive and intelligent, had won a scholarship to one of the best universities in the country, where he soon began to mingle with the children of the jet-set.
His ambition and audacity made him be well received by these children spoiled and bored and soon became a regular guest of the luxurious mansions, completely forgetting the family that awaited him in one of the poorest neighborhoods of the city.
Thus began to come into contact with some of the richest men and respectable country. Serious men and exemplary parents, men bored with monotony of their lives and their marriages of convenience could not resist the charms of a bright and beautiful young man, covered with a false air of innocence, men of unimpeachable morality that hesitated to give up the slightest whim so going again in his bed.
So I spend most of his student years, playing up with night entertaining children and parents.
soon took leading positions in the company of his guards, and when tired of their demands threatened to cut off the supply of their "generosity", Ronald Sabca to light his favorite weapon: blackmail.
He loved to see those distinguished gentlemen air tremble like children to him for fear of scandal.
And this fear made him climb up positions at breakneck speed until they appeared another serious and respectable businessman, wealthier than before, ready to help in their projects. Billionaire
before thirty, soon ceased to need those old rich excited by the smell of fresh blood. Attractive grabner and a way with words, always had boys willing to be blinded by her charms, special feeling for their attention, willing to drop everything to satisfy each and every one of his wishes, they were humiliating, toys that look, for be neglected and forgotten when no longer be a novelty. Meet
Brian Kinney earned her employers a totally new experience, and unpleasant.
faced a young man, intelligent and extremely attractive, one of the new business landscape personalities ... who remained completely immune to its presence, smiling indulgently when used with gestures that men more powerful than himself, rattled, no matter the position held in high society.
And if there was anything the arrogant Ronald Wallace could not bear was the indifference. Kinney knew he must have some weak point, and it will be good to find ...
And when he met Justin Taylor, knew he had found. But it was not the desire to humiliate Kinney what impelled him to act. From the moment he saw the artist, blond, beautiful and a lovely appearance of innocence, he knew he had to possess, which was to become one of his trophies. Doblegaria
willingness to Justin, and Kinney would pay for their arrogance.
grabbed the blond in the back when they entered at home, clinging to him.
- Haha, everyone was talking about us at the party ... a success .- He spoke in his ear, ignoring the gesture of repulsion of the blond-Go to get comfortable, go up right away. Smiling
haughtily, irritated eyes saw Roger at him before following the footsteps of the blond on the way to your room.
Roger was his confidant, the only person who had stayed with him for years, the only one, was convinced, would never let him.

Roger was preparing to enter his four when he felt Ron's hand on his wrist, forcing him to turn, being between the camera and the body of the older plant.
- Eh, what? - The hot breath of Wallace, the closeness of his body prevented them from thinking clearly. He shook his head back, trying to get away from his lips.
- I thought after the other night, will end the story ...- He nodded Justin's room, a couple of doors down. Ronald smiled, satisfied, gently resting her head on his assistant, sticking closer to him.
- Haha, well, the brat needs a lesson. We'll see if it is so cocky when we are in Europe.
Roger looked at him, incredulous.
- Europe?
- Yes. We're going after exposure. It's a surprise. It find out while the press. Must learn to whom it belongs now.
- Roger sighed heavily.
- never get tired, right? - I tried to breathe normally, ignoring the smell of the elderly.
- How to win? Never .- His voice became a whisper, before imprisoning her lips fiercely, his hand stroking his crotch, smiling at the incipient erection assistant, making him moan as he pressed his own against his leg. Came out of his mouth, while touching.
- Come on, Roger, he does not fuck? You're beautiful, fun money ... Go-With a brief kiss, he turned to Justin's room. Roger

his breathing was regular, ignoring the incipient swelling under his pants and swearing at Ronald.
At least, did time not invited to participate in any of their orgies, and to witness. Always the case.
He liked to see him fuck, touch him and take him to the limit ... without ever reaching the final. Supinía it was his way of making sure to always be there, waiting their turn.
tried to marshal his ideas. In two weeks, going to Europe ... as far as possible to Brian Kinney. Yes, Wallace was determined that Justin would depend on it ... He thought
Ben ... if I wanted to put an end to his story, it would be better not to think.
He sat on the bed and dialed .-
- Ben?. Roger Freeman. We need to talk ...- After an appointment with the teacher to lay on the bed, trying to ignore the gasps in the other room. He cursed again, while the zipper unzipped, started touching, slowly at first, increasing the rate while increasing the moaning, running when he heard the growl fianlñ Wallace.

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