Turn-off: For the masturbation topic.
May. 19th, 2004 04:38 amTitle: Turn-off
Pairing: ?/Helmeppo
Rating: R
Word Count: 185
Notes: Basically, it could be just about anyone- the speaker's very ambigous. However, the plan is that it takes place before the Zoro-capture incident, and is one of the various Marines under Morgan. I am of the opinion that Helmeppo's rather manipulative, and could have easily used his father's name and a threat of demotion/job loss, or any other number of threats to get what he wanted.
-k.
There's something about him that turns me off.
From a distance, even, there's a fakeness to his beauty- a skin-deep quality that, perhaps, comes from knowing his secret. His hair too blonde, skin too fair. The sweet smell of perfume- musky, and yet, almost feminine.
There's coarseness to those fine blonde hairs beneath my fingers and a roughness that comes from over-exposure, no matter how many moisturizers he uses.
I want to send him home to his land of sun and falsities; return him from whence he came.
There's something about the feel of his skin that makes me want to turn on auto-pilot and wait for it all to be over- something that makes me want to fake it so all I have to worry about is getting him off and it'll be over.
No amount of denial, no number of other trysts in the dark has ever changed it.
I'll stay until he falls asleep.
Then, after, I'll slip out and wander back to my quarters, and take care of myself, because, whether I want to admit it or not, my body reacts.
Pairing: ?/Helmeppo
Rating: R
Word Count: 185
Notes: Basically, it could be just about anyone- the speaker's very ambigous. However, the plan is that it takes place before the Zoro-capture incident, and is one of the various Marines under Morgan. I am of the opinion that Helmeppo's rather manipulative, and could have easily used his father's name and a threat of demotion/job loss, or any other number of threats to get what he wanted.
-k.
There's something about him that turns me off.
From a distance, even, there's a fakeness to his beauty- a skin-deep quality that, perhaps, comes from knowing his secret. His hair too blonde, skin too fair. The sweet smell of perfume- musky, and yet, almost feminine.
There's coarseness to those fine blonde hairs beneath my fingers and a roughness that comes from over-exposure, no matter how many moisturizers he uses.
I want to send him home to his land of sun and falsities; return him from whence he came.
There's something about the feel of his skin that makes me want to turn on auto-pilot and wait for it all to be over- something that makes me want to fake it so all I have to worry about is getting him off and it'll be over.
No amount of denial, no number of other trysts in the dark has ever changed it.
I'll stay until he falls asleep.
Then, after, I'll slip out and wander back to my quarters, and take care of myself, because, whether I want to admit it or not, my body reacts.