Hehe, I receive a review from a certain No Face No Name, it read:
Darren……And Larten? Are. You. Sick?
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I felt that I had to document my reply ;)
Dear No Face No Name,
Thank you ever so much for your review- it touched me dearly. I appreciate that you took the time out of your hectic day to write six little words into a my story review box and send it, it must have been difficult, especially since those words contained obvious distaste towards my literary work. I would like to inform you that no, I am not sick. Thank you for your concern! I contain no disease or viruses, that I no of, and I inoculated towards nearly all of the above.
There are no words in the dictionary, medical or not, that describe my so called sickness. I find it easier to give it the name obsession or devotion. As my story summary states, I write SLASH, AKA YAOI AKA MAN ON MAN, AKA HOT STEAMY BUTT SEX!- I don't think you need me to illustrate further, no? I really find it strange that a person, no matter what their academic stature, cannot decipher this or in simpler English, head the warnings. My drabbles do indeed focus on the extremely obvious homosexual relationship between Darren Shan and his lovely little red headed mentor, Larten.
If you feel repulses, disgusted or possibly insulted by my writing then please, return to my next chapter. I feel that I need to inform you, your review inspired me to undertake the task of writing a most desirable love scene between the cherished couple. For you benefit, I shall detail that further for you., my "Sickness" allows me to write explicit scenes of Larten screwing Darren up the ARSE. ;)
All My Love,
Luciana Skyle
P.S. I intend to dedicate this chapter to you, my illusive No Face No Name.
P.P.S I would like to remind you that this is FANFICTION, fiction written by fans. I'm sure you don't need me to explain this to you, do I?
So here is what me humoured and "Sick" brain conjured up.
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"The coffins…. to small" I gasped, feeling his teeth puncture my flesh.
"Then would you rather i stop?" He asked, his tongue nursing the wound. His voice was calm and collected, much unlike my own. I had no idea how he could maintain his composure at a time like this.
"What do you think?" I smiled, grasping his fiery red hair, pulling him closer. Allowing myself to be totally and utterly ravished by my mentor.
"Are you still feeling neglected?" he asked from my stomach, sounding slightly more affected.
"Neglected?" I moaned as he descended on me once more "You abandoned me. Two weeks Larten! You have no idea what you do to me."
"Oh, I think I do" he smirked, his mouth was upon mine in a instant.
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I apologise that it is short, but my brain has suddenly died…….And I can't write too much this is only T remember! xxx