... I am evil and corrupt.

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Wanking!Arty

Title: I honestly couldn't think of anything else.
Finished: June 30th, 2003.
Summary: Oh, what do you think? Masturbation ahoy, mateys. Ye have been warned.
Pairings: So-strong-it's-like-you're-being-smacked-with-a-trout implication of Artemis/Butler.
Word count: 231. Oy. Can never do one hundred.
Ramblings: For Blue Yeti, who greatly amuses me and needs to write more Arty/Butty.

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The dorm is nearly quiet. Aside from the soft breathing of sleeping young men, the only sound in the early morning is the single set of bedsprings that squeak quietly as their user turns to face his digital clock. It is nearly four in the morning.

Artemis turns silently on to his back again, facing the top of his canopy bed. He nervously bits his lower lip - he's not quite sure about this. But it's a learning experience, he reminds himself, and according to his dorm mates it's something that all boys normally do.

Artemis has no wish to be normal, but he wishes to be experienced in all things, even the more sordid details of teenage life.

He lifts the elastic waistbands of his pajamas with one hand and slides his other one in. After another brief moment of hesitation, he takes the plunge and nearly strangles his own member from apprehensiveness.

Taking a deep breath, Artemis runs his hand over himself. He slides it up and around, feeling the quivering tip and running a finger between his own shuddering testicles.

In just a few minutes he reaches orgasm, mumbling something incoherent to himself as he comes. Before dropping into a deep slumber, he thinks that he should at least clean himself off, but decides to take care of it in the morning.

The next day at breakfast, his dorm mate tentatively asks, "Who's Butler?"