Title: Condemned
Originals. (RPG Golden Waters)
Summary: I will condemn me, because only you make me suffer like this.
Warning: Yaoi
Notes: Enjoy! ----
I see you, from the underworld that is for me to be in that stinking place, with increases in mixed drinks alcohol and cigarette smoke. The wave of abuse my nose smells, killing my lungs get tired of closing to avoid filled with so much pollution. And the rhythm of my breathing hold, I get angry with you, because you've just come to this hole in the world, waiting for those convicted lips you have, so I removed the little sanity I have left.
I writhe of the mixture of rage and anger that causes me to see you there in that corner with your clear smile of derision, little boy watching as I develop a difficulty, a disastrously in your territory. It is in these moments where I stand ready to leave because I produce indigestion me to your obvious subject of the matter quiet ride. But it very well, never advanced a little more off the premises.
Even the clang of the music I hear in that awful seedy bar is presented in my mutilated ears, when I feel your hands firmly holding my waist and power. I feel your hip movements will, trying to find a contact with my back demanding. You're a pervert hurry, I know very well. I as always, I refuse and gives you a nudge. I never liked the subtle way to ask for so little that attention on my part. Of course this is far from important fact, because you laugh like devil, because what you produce is really angry that someone made that kind of rudeness.
And right there, when caught in your hands my shoulders, ensuring secure your victory. Looking for my lips as a patient a cure; the lick, bite, massaging, abuse ... The enjoy your fast-paced and violent. That's when I know.
I know I will hate for the rest of my life, because you are the only and first in my life stupid, mordant and bitter, which made me feel pleasure in every thing in this damn universe. Because I smell you desire from cigarette butts, dried and glued to the floor, recalling the site of torture hell where my night begins. I imagine your blue eyes in the cloudy sky, full of thunder that resemble electrical currents that run through my spine when you enter your member dorzal harshly and without mercy in my body. The rain seems to sweat, your sweat covering my skin, as in those nights of passion and exuberance that you give me when you see me standing, almost begging for a second of your life for me.
And curse you, because you are a bastard. What spell cast on me, Deidara? Because if it's love, will be condemned me forever.
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