SmexyHajiSan

Grell is silent for a moment, arranging his thoughts for once before blurting out everything on his mind, before he begins. He knows that this is important. "Do you remember what the last words you said to me were, Will?" Grell asks, his voice sounding so calm and slow is almost alien, especially on someone like Grell Sutcliff. William shrugs a bit, his mouth opening to respond, his eyes averting from the other for the moment. "I believe I told you that you were making a mess of my office and that I wanted you out of it." he responds. Grell shakes his head slowly at him. "You're exact words: Get out, you disgusting, idiotic, miserable excu

|~December 2nd, 2011~| As you woke up this morning a stabbing pain hit your heart. And why was this? You knew that something was happening today...just what was it? What could make you get such a pain in your heart as you woke up in the morning? The answer hit you like a truck filled with bricks and cement. Oh no...today...she came to visit for two days. Her. The most hated Hetalia female... Seychelles. Why was she hated so much? Gakuen Hetalia. She was the main character of it. Practically the star of it all. The one whom was paired with everyone in the game...and that was why so many despised her. They were jealous. And you were as well

Peter giggled as his grip on my wrist tightened, "It has been a while, hasn't it? I guess time flies when you're having fun and not being dragged down by a bunch of wimpy old men." He glanced at me, "But then, it looks like you're having some fun of your own after all. I can see why you keep her around Matt; she's pretty, and she smells so good." Flashing me a toothy grin, he licked his lips and sneered. "It's just too bad they found you first; now your head's probably stuffed with their lame philosophies about not feeding on living things." It took me a moment to realize he was speaking to me. I gulped and nodded, "Y-yeah, b-but I agree

   I dipped the rag into the warm, soapy water.  Suds clung to my wrist as I wrung out the excess moisture.  I began with his face.  Taking gentle, slow strokes, I cleaned his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, careful as a mother cat cleaning her kits.  I dipped the rag into the water again and proceeded to his chest.          I hesitated before I began to clean it.  I knew this would hurt him.  I pursed my lips as I looked at the near-fatal wounds I was about to touch.  I gathered my courage and began to clean it.  I lovingly wiped his upper chest first, above where his wounds began.  I was amazed that, even with almost a week of disuse, it

Darkness...that was the first thing that he noticed… He was walking to somewhere, despite not knowing where or why, but he was sure that he needed to keep on moving. If he does...then he heard something behind him. That is when he started to move his pace. Whatever is behind him copied him as well He didn't know when but he instantly broke into a run, hoping to find some source of light in this tunnel scenario. That is when he heard that familiar dark laugh. "You're not gettin' anywhere, Doe..." then he felt strong arms around him.   He didn't need to touch the limbs in order to feel the texture.  Or the familiar tickle of whiske