Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}
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				Title: <strong>Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 07:34:54</strong>
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				It was laundry day. Jasper hated laundry. Laundry day meant that he had to spend the whole day cleaning the whole fucking house top to bottom and doing the laundry of thirteen different kids stuffed into a run-down home on the borders of the ghetto of what was supposedly a city where the rich and powerful went to play. It wasn't so much that he minded the scrubbing, or the polishing, or the sorting. Even the ironing and folding was soothing. He could count the stairs as he walked up and down the three-story house (well, three stories if you counted the basement, he supposed). He had to skip the broken step on the second flight, the last step on the third flight. The rest were fine, if creaky. The small distractions like that helped make each task a bit easier - just focus on that, and he didn't have to focus on what else was going on.<br><br>He didn't have to focus on two of the older foster children screaming at each other, the chaos of the younger ones, his worn foster-mother with her powdery makeup and her dirty, leafy smell staring blankly at them in a drug-induced haze. He corralled the younger children and handed the sandwiches someone - maybe his brother? - had left in the refrigerator before putting away the laundry.<br><br>No, what he hated most about laundry day, was going into the basement.<br><br>His room was in the basement, at the bottom of the flight of stairs. It was a small room with a dark wooden door, and at the small landing, there was another door across from his own. He hated that door - the laundry machines were in there, with piles of dirty clothes, as well as the table and tool wall that his foster father called his 'study'. He came into the laundry room and as he set down the now-empty basket, reaching for the last load of folded laundry, his own, he began to pack it into the basket to carry it into his room. <br><br>There was silence for a moment, then a low, hoarse laugh. He felt cool fingers creep over his hipsbones, giving them a quick squeeze, felt a once-lean body that was growing soft in the middle press against him. He could smell his foster father's hair pomade and he looked down at the clothes hanging in his fingers, ready to be put in the basket. "Lookit you. I hear you got a good grade in English." <br><br>"Yeah..." Jasper murmured quietly.<br><br>He felt a strong hand at his jaw, forcing him to turn, looking into the mirror on the opposite wall. He could see his step-father behind him - fading ginger hair with a receeding hairline, a face that might have been handsome once but that was sagging and cruel with crooked teeth, and a soft belly on a bulky, strong frame. "Pretty boy does good in school. I gotta be teaching you something right, huh?"<br><br>Jasper swallowed, but the hand at his jaw kept him looking in the mirror. His step-father liked that - to watch Jasper's reactions to seeing himself shamed. Jasper was like an angel compared to the other man - slim, built small and lithe, delicate. His bone structure was almost avian, with sloping cheekbones that were exotic, high, pale ice-blue eyes ringed in a hazy dark grey shade that would have been piercing if they didn't go dull everytime his foster father came into the room. He stayed still, black eyelashes framing his eyes, angelic face still, expressionless, cupids-bow lips pressed into a tight link. The faint grey smudges under his eyes didn't make him look tired so much as a bit sad, a bit more innocent. His hair was like cornsilk - soft, pale, almost white, a sharp contrast to his black lashes. It was an interesting color mix&nbsp; courtesy of his mother, though his father had had different genes. <br><br>His foster father let go, though, and shrugged on a jacket. "Gotta go out. Got a poker game." <br><br>Jasper stayed still until his step-father left and then he went to the bedroom he shared with his brother, right across the landing, shutting the door and sitting on the worn queen-sized bed with it's patched but thick navy and emerald quilt. The room was mostly bare, and he put away their clothes, drawing his knees up to his chin and sitting atop the bed, an old comic book in front of him, flipping through it, waiting for his brother to get back.<br><br>He loved having his brother there, with him, since he relied on him. He looked to his brother for decisions, for how to act, though he hadn't quite told him yet what their step-father was doing. He carefully hid the bruises on his hips, the bite marks along his collarbone, under soft black sweatshirts like the one he was wearing and bluejeans. He flopped along the bed, hoping his brother would be back soon. It was getting late - he wanted to lie down, and though he wouldn't say it out loud, he liked curling up to his brother in bed when he thought the other boy was asleep, curling up in his arms. It was like he belonged there, the one place he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 07:55:35</strong>
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				James snuck into the home much later that night. He was supposed to be finishing up his last year of highschool but the boy had long-since abandoned it for a much more seedy lifestyle. He had taken to joining a gang and a little bit of drugs here and there, though for the most part James had made sure it never came home with him. Still, there was only so much he could do to hide it from the one person in the world who knew him best, Jasper. He had tried to keep this lifestyle an unspoken secret, and in the depths of his soul he had felt in him a burning shame. Jasper was so smart, good at school, like James once was... But the troubles at home had gotten to him at school and he slacked off, eventually skipping it altogether.<br><br>All the while, as he was hanging out with his 'friends', James could only think of his little brother. No doubt that his absense at the home, the neglect of his share of the workload, and most importantly... his failure at school, would raise the ire of their foster parents, or at least just their 'father.' Trouble at school meant that the teacher or principle would get all concerned and overbearing, making surprise visits or calling child services on the parents if they thought that there was any hint of abuse. If James was never around to get punished, than surely Jasper would be in his stead.<br><br>For this, he hated himself... and had loathed to ever return to that place. But he was needed there, Jasper had needed his company to ameliorate the very pain that he had inadvertantly caused. It was a vicious cycle, and he wasn't sure how long he could take it anymore...<br><br>It was past midnight when he tip-toed into the room, trying hard to wake up anyone during his infiltration of the house, most of all his little brother. He eyed the bed, seeing Jasper's form upon it. Whether he was awake or not, James still could not tell. The boy tried to be as sneaky as he could in slipping beside his brother in bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 08:27:02</strong>
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				Jasper had dozed off - James had been coming back late, he'd noticed. He wished that he didn't. He wished that his older brother would stay in school and do well if only so that he'd be able to get into a college or at least get a decent job but maybe that was just him being selfish, just his wanting to have someplace with a stable income to come home to. He swallowed and rolled a bit in the bed, hearing James slipping into bed, the mattress buckling under the added weight. He turned slightly and then smiled a bit, a few strands of pale hair falling into those warm eyes, full lips tilting into a little smile. "Hey," he said softly, looking up at his older brother with a softness that only the other boy ever got to see. No one else saw this side of Jasper, the warm and caring side, they only saw his distant and somewhat cold side that had come as his sort of natural resistance to the world around him. He didn't show anything but sweetness to his brother, though. <br><br>"How was your day?" <br><br>He relaxed onto the soft covers and smiled faintly. His clothes had gotten a bit uncomfortable so he kicked off his pants, but he left on the sweatshirt and boxers. If he took the sweatshirt off, his brother would see the bruises. Lately he'd just been saying that he'd been getting cold at night, even though he'd wake up in a faint sweat, overwhelmingly hot from the covers. He wondered if his brother suspected what their foster father did to him...but if he did, wouldn't James have stepped in?<br><br>Of course he would have.<br><br>James never wanted to see Jasper hurt, or that's what he told himself. He wanted to see his brother happy, and gave freely of himself in every way that he could, doing his best to keep the older boy happy. His older brother was the one thing that mattered to him. <br><br>His pretty face was peaceful now that James was there, even as he woke, stirring sleepily atop the covers. "Come to bed," he murmured, voice groggy and unintentionally sexual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 08:51:37</strong>
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				James paused, taken aback by the younger boy's suggestive call. It was true... sometimes, when they were so close together in bed and when they had no one to count on but eachother, they would... comfort one another, but it had grown to become another one of the older boy's multitude of shames added upon his conscious. He was to blame for the boy's abuse as much as anyone else, even if Jasper didn't know any better to condemn it.<br><br>"I'm sorry for being so late, I was just working overtime at the auto shop." He said. There was no auto shop, and no after-school and weekend job...<br><br>James had shared some of his brother's features, but his boyish charms had faded with age and experience and he carried with him a harsh demeanor that fled only in the sight of his younger brother. As he slipped into bed, his face became that much more visible. He lacked thethe fragile beauty of his younger sibling, his hair a dull black that hung low down to his brows and ears. He had blue eyes as well, but they were too often veiled in a powerful stare that he had adopted to keep up his guise of the independent and strong man.<br><br>Yet they softened for Jasper, and he could not help but forget his troubles with the boy...<br><br>"Oh... It's laundy day, isn't it?" He asked, a little bit of sorrow evident in his tone as he considered the pain that Jasper endured every such day. James uncomfortably slipped beneath the covers with Jasper, conscious of his own temptations and what it meant to be 'too' close with one's own brother. Tilting his head as he made himself comfortably, he asked, "Aren't you hot?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 09:15:36</strong>
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				Jasper looked up at his older brother, the tiny smile that played on his lips becoming a bit wider as the other boy slipped into bed with him. He reached out, winding his arms around his brother to curl up a bit closer to him, laying along his brother's side. "Ah. Hard day at work, then..." but it was clear that he didn't believe it, even if he wasn't picking a fight over it. He relaxed now that his brother was in bed with him, though, seeing that his brother's features were softening now that they were pressed close up against each other and their warmth was mixing. God. He wanted to forget what it felt like to have Gabe, their foster father's, hands all over him. He relaxed enough to rest a hand atop his brother's chest, lightly. <br><br>He knew he was too close, physically, to his brother. Emotionally too. He knew that he had no other choice rather than to stay curled up here, though, if he really wanted to forget. To give up this moment would be to give up the tiniest bit of peace that he had. "It's a bit hot but I'm fine," he said. <br><br>He didn't want his brother to see the bruises.<br><br>He still was a bit uncertain as to how much his brother knew about what Gabe did to him, about how Gabe...touched...him. About how Gabe did things to him that his brother did, and yet at the same time, things were so different. <br><br>"Yeah, laundry day...but, it's fine. Just glad you're back," he said with a sheepish, shy little smile that was a bit crooked on one side but all the cuter for it. He pressed a tentative kiss to his brother's shoulder that he knew he shouldn't have, but with him so close, he couldn't hold back. He just had to have that little moment of contact. Maybe it wasn't so wrong. Or maybe it was, but this was what he deserved, and the best he'd ever get would be to be something on the side for someone he looked up to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 00:22:25</strong>
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				James instinctively recoiled from his little brother's advances, though he could not bear to offend him by doing so... and he eventually relented and allowed Jasper this close proximity. As he was so accustomed to doing, James let his fingers wander through the boy's hair and he began to curl strands through his index finger.<br><br>'What have they done to you...?' He wondered with sorrow, 'How did they hurt you in order to get to me?'<br><br>He was to blame for it. If he acted the part of the happy foster child in school then the teachers would have no reason to suspect abuse or even simple neglect. But he couldn't lie anymore. It was getting too hard to act like everything was normal, to keep up this charade. But what could he have possibly done against Gabe? ...No, all he could do was run away, and he wanted nothing more than to bring Jasper with him. But to where? The backalleys of the inner city? He hung out with drug dealers and prostitutes, and Jasper was far too young and... pure for that. Hell, so was James when he first took to the streets. He considered it a miracle that either of them had any purity growing up in the environment that they did.<br><br>He felt his stomach tumble and turn within him, like the feeling of nervousness that he had when Jasper and James first became... intimate. It had gone away when their coupling had become fairly routine, even casual. But this was different, it was not the giddy enjoyment that a boy experiences when first experimenting with sex, bumbling through the experience clumsily and eagerly. No, he was so tempted by the boy's body, the joys that he once found within eachother's arms... but he was beggining to discover how much it had done to wreck with his little brother's perceptions. Incest was wrong. Hell, James even shunned homosexuality as cruelly as he could when he was around his friends. Jasper should not have to grow up thinking that there was anything acceptable about their... 'love.'<br><br>James was taken aback by his brother's kiss. How awful and alluring it was! How could this boy remain so innocent and so seductive at the same time? "Jasper..." He whispered, trying quickly to defuse the tension mounting inside him and to change the subject, "How are you doing in school?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:30:47</strong>
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				This was love, to Jasper. Being pushed away slowly and awkwardly, rejected while at the same time being somewhat accepted. Not truly being loved and treated as he should be but kept on he side like some dirty little secret. Afterall, his foster father and his brother had both had him, so what more could he expect from his life? Certainly not the sort of love people saw on television. No, that sort of love wasn't for people like him - he was in a position hat he was supposed to be in. <br><br>When his brother whispered his name after that kiss, he looked up, watching his brother's face. <br><br>There was a moment of disgust mingled there, at least, that was how he read the expression. Even so, he could feel the desire in his brother's body, smiling faintly as he felt his brother tensing slightly. "I'm doing well. Got an A in English." He looked up at the ceiling, then, tracing the crack with his eyes, "English teacher is worried, though. She always gets on my case. Asks if everything's alright at home." <br><br>He shrugged. <br><br>It was a quiet little movement - as far as he saw it, things were fine. Things didn't get more fine than being with his brother, even if to get there he was committing incest. "I start my new job tomorrow," he said softly. It was almost summer and soon he'd be working full time. As it was, he had gotten a part-time job at a diner, not too far from the swanky areas downtown. "It'll be nice. It's a bit of a bus ride but it's a really pretty." <br><br>The change of scenery would be pleasant. <br><br>And at the end of the day, he could still come home to James. His legs tangled with his brother's, the side of his thigh laying atop his brother's, the soft skin brushing his brother's jeans. His pale eyes tilted upwards, "...How's your job going? Make any money?" He would never ask, but secretly he hoped his brother was saving up, that one day he'd take him away from here and they could live together. Eventually he'd turn to other ways to get away, but for now, he had that little day dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 07:05:51</strong>
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				"A little here and there." he replied, which was true... but it wasn't by any legitimate means. James sighed, unable to lie to his little brother, even if only to console him. A soft heated breath escaped his lips as the boys' bodies mingled together... Jasper, in his jacket but just about pantless, and James, in his dark jeans and tee...<br><br>James was a... passionate young man, and Jasper had known this. He too must have been aware of his brother's appetite... The little brother was far too young when they first started taking comfort in one another's arms, but there were no protests. Despite all the pain, Jasper loved him...<br><br>He could not help but oblige, the teasing little playful kiss was returned, upon the boy's fair cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 17:57:47</strong>
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				Ah, there it was. The gentle press of lips against his cheek as the other boy curled a bit closer to him. He knew that the other boy wanted him, and yet felt guilty about it. Love and guilt and anger were all mixed up in a strange, slightly sour mix in his mind. He watched his brother with that same soft smile, that showed that despite the fact he knew what they were doing wrong, that he loved James all the same. Maybe they were both fucked up, he mused, as he ran his hand along the other boy's tee. <br><br>"Wanna turn the lights off and go to bed?"<br><br>Going to bed was a poorly veiled word for his spreading his legs and accepting what physical comfort he could from his brother. The lights had to be off, though, always. To hide the bruises. Allowing his brother to see them would have horrified Jasper. He didn't want the other boy to know what Gabe did. <br><br>Sometimes he liked to pretend that it didn't happen at all, and the darkness helped, giving him a little shroud to curl up under. To hide his bruises and bite marks.<br><br>His mind drifted briefly to his English teacher. He was a nice man, good-looking, and one of those bleeding hearts who wanted to draw Jasper to safety. He was worried about Jasper but for the younger man, it was only a bother, a danger that he might get taken away from the same house he lived in with James. He'd do anything to remain by James' side. He pressed a bit closer to James, kissing him on the lips, then, his small hands curling in his brother's shirt. Jasper's mouth tasted sweet - he'd had a slice of cherry pie in lieu of dinner, since that was what was in the house, and the faint sweetness of the syrup lingered on his lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 20:00:22</strong>
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				'Stupid stupid stupid!' James reprimanded himself in his head. Oh what an awful trade it was... The kiss had lifted Jasper's spirits, as he knew it would, but at what cost?<br><br>It had been awhile since they last shared a bed like this. James had avoided it as much as possible, to be honest. Jasper was an attractive boy, and smart... if a little effeminate. There was no reason he could not find some pretty girl in shool to take care of him. It just... it shouldn't have to be James who had to comfort him.<br><br>How fucked up this all was... If anyone found out, they would be quick to place James and Gabe with equal blame for all the damage they had caused to the boy.<br><br>James wanted to refuse his little brother's... needs, but he never wanted to dissapoint the boy. "...Okay." He murmured. 'If it will make you happy...' He thought.<br><br>The older boy accepted his brother's kiss with... less than enthusiasm, but given a moment to recover his wits he returned it in kind. It was good... It was always a good kiss. Jasper seemed to be a natural born lover, from the way he kissed to the way he stifled his moans to keep quiet. The thoughts of their past experiences raced through his head, and James felt his body beginning to react in kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 21:56:08</strong>
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				Jasper wanted James. He wanted to have his brother comfort him in the only way he understood - sex for Jasper was both pain and pleasure mixed together, though sometimes it was just pain. With Gabe, it was. With James, it was bittersweet - he knew it was fucked up and he knew that his brother wasn't happy when he fucked him but at least it made Jasper happy. And it felt good. It was nice to have sex that actually...felt good. Maybe tomorrow, when he started his job, he'd be able to get out and meet some new people. He knew James wanted him to be taken care of. Maybe he'd be able to find someone to do that. <br><br>For now, though, he could feel James' body responding. He reached across James and turned off the light, plunging them into a thick, inky blackness. The room was in the basement so the only light came from a thin, slitted window at the top, and he shed his sweatshirt quickly enough now that it was dark. Now he was just in his boxers while his brother was still mostly clothed.<br><br>He helped scoot his brother's shirt off and then smiled faintly, moving down between James' legs, atop the covers. <br><br>He undid the other boy's belt buckle, tugging his pants down just far enough to reveal James' boxers. He cupped his brother&nbsp; through the soft cotton of his boxers, stroking him gently, fingers toying up his length through the fabric before dipping beneath the waist band and giving him a gentle little stroke. His bare fingers carressed his brother's skin, reaching up for another kiss, his own hardness pressing against his lover's thigh. <br><br>"James," he whispered, lips toying down along the length of his brother's neck before returning to his ear, "Fuck me," he murmured, "Hard." He'd always been a bit dirty, he supposed, and wasn't above asking for it. Especially not from his brother.<br><br>He didn't need to add the 'please'. His brother knew well enough that it was something he needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 23:59:07</strong>
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				James was on autopilot, responding only at the bare minimum and with little volition of his own... but as his arousal heightened, he began to lose control over to his more carnal side, ravenous in its' hunger and callous in sating it.<br><br>The older boy had become fully incensed with desire now, his virile and youthful body reacting in kind. Jasper would fell himself pushed upon his back, the masculine figure of his older brother looming over the contrast of the effeminate younger brother. He began to breathe hard, the thoughts slipping away as his hardening member poked through the fabric of his boxers and foreshadowed what was to come.<br><br>James bent over and kissed his little brother, if only to prevent either of them from talking and brining to light the nature of their situation... He reached down, almost hurriedly, and burried his fingers inside of Jasper's boxers, grabbing a hold of him and stroking the younger boy slowly up and down as a prelude before James so desperately wanted to fuck him... He felt at least obligated to get his brother hard before his appetite would get the best of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 00:26:22</strong>
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				God. He could feel his older brother's hardness, feel the way his arousal was picking up, the way that James was looming over his body. His brother's breath picked up and his own responded in kind, a soft hitch, but he wouldn't get much louder than that. Jasper was a quiet lover - a convenient lover. He'd learned from the time before he even understood desire that when he was taken, he was supposed to not make much noise. He let his moan fall into his brother's - his lover's - mouth. It kept the room quiet as his hips arched into the hand clenching around his member and stroking him.<br><br>Quickly, because it was James, he was achingly hard in his brother's palm. <br><br>"Please," he gasped, "Please, don't wait. Just...just..." fuck him, hard, fast. He wanted to be fucked until he couldn't straight. The experiences he'd had with sex pushed him to welcome pain as a pleasant distraction from his every day life and he didn't want to be treated as though he were fragile (though, to be honest, he was more so than he liked to admit). <br><br>Sinewy arms wound around his brother's frame, drawing him closer, turning so that he was on his stomach. He wasn't sure why he preferred to be on his knees, but maybe it was because he couldn't see his brother's face, or whoever it was with him. James, though he didn't think his brother realized it, looked to be in pain the moment after he came deep within his younger brother. Maybe it was guilt, or hate that he'd done it again, that he'd fucked his younger brother. As it was, he preferred to be on his knees because it meant he could take his lover deeper within him, hitting new spots of pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 07:26:42</strong>
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				James began to pant, his teeth bared in the sensation of his little brother's sensual beckoning. He bent over, his belly upon the boy's back as they embraced. God what a fuck he was.. And there he was, his ass waggling infront of him, begging for James to fuck him. James' cock was hard and the warmth in it begged for his attention. Gripping his brother's ass cheeks and spreading them wide, James' member slid fast and unlubricated inside of his little brother.<br><br>"Aah." he let out softly, the sensation instantly hitting him home and removing all else from the equation. There was no guilt, no pain until his libido was sated and sense would return to him. But for this moment, there was only the tight asshole squeezing around his cock and the beautiful nude form of his little brother as his frame shook from each thrust. James would waste no time and he began to rock their bodies back and forth and make the worn-out bed begin to creak.<br><br>James bit his lip and closed his eyes as he smacked his brother's ass and took a handful of flesh no more than inches from where his manhood penetrated the boy's ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 21:46:48</strong>
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				Jasper's teeth sank obediently into the pillow ahead of him, hands clenching in the sheets, body screaming out as his brother spread him and thrust in with no preparation. The pain was a welcome change, though, and his eyes fluttered shut in bliss as his brother paused for a second then let out that whispered 'aah' that let him know he still felt good, that at least in this, he was still desirable. Perhaps this was all he was good for in the end. He whimpered into the pillow as James began to pick up his pace, rocking forwards, thrusting hard into his younger brother. <br><br>Jasper's hips rose, rocking back to meet each thrust as he felt the smack to his ass, the strong had gripping his backside as he rocked back to bring his brother and himself closer to the delicious oblivion they were both looking for. His cheeks were flushed, long lashes trembling on his cheeks, the worn white fabric of the pillowcase clenched between his white teeth. <br><br>"James...!" <br><br>It was quiet, just barely audible, as James rocked into his sweet spot and Jasper's whole body tightened even more. He clenched around his brother's cock, tiny noises escaping him, mostly inaudible through the pillow he had in front of him. <br><br>It felt so...right.<br><br>Or maybe wrong, but to him it felt right, and as it should have been. He loved having his brother over him like this, his body towering over his own smaller one. He felt safe, protected, even as it felt like liquid fire began to course through him as his brother slammed into that sweet spot again and again and again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 07:44:31</strong>
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				As James grit his teeth, beads of sweat had begun to form over his body as their mutual body heat inflamed his passions and his flesh both. He put his knuckles upon the bed and bent over, his chest upon Jasper's back as he began to pump his hips up and down into the boy's ass.<br><br>He closed his eyes and put his chin on his brother's shoulder, grunting and sighing pleasurably just inches from his ear. As Jasper cried out his brother's name, it reminded him once more of the incestuous nature of their act, and James instinctively pushed his brother's head down onto the pillow with his elbow, "Sh-Shut up..." He bitterly said between his teeth.<br><br>'Don't... say anything.' He thought, desperately trying to distance himself emotionally from the whole affair... This was just physical, and James had chosen to vent his anger at the situation with an added force behind each of his thrusts. Oh god but it felt so good... It always did, save for the dread that, in the aftermath of their passion, all those ugly feelings would return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 20:38:37</strong>
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				Jasper's eyes shut tightly when he felt his brother's elbow press down, pinning his head to the pillow, trembling slightly. He was nearing his end, achingly hard despite (or perhaps because of) the coldness of his brother, the way he was fucked like he didn't mean anything. The harder the thrusts got, his back arched, all of his muscles tightening, rocking back to meet each of them. He was going mad and was about to tip over that edge, soft sounds coming out of his sweet throat. His fingers clenched in the sheets, focusing on the feel of James' body pressing close to his. Even if James didn't want to admit it, he was able to seek comfort in what they did, in knowing that it was his brother he could turn to when he wanted comfort.<br><br>He winced as he felt James' chin bump a bruise from Gabe on his shoulder, feeling his brother's pace pick up, slamming into him even faster. <br><br>He heard footsteps on the stairs, but he couldn't even think to say anything as his orgasm hit, sending him quivering and then sinking his teeth into the pillow. His body shook heavily, hips jerking, all of his muscles tightening up and clenching around the other boy's hardness buried so deep in him.<br><br>Woozy, a bit from lack of food and from pleasure, he struggled to catch his breath.<br><br>He didn't realize that Gabe's footsteps had paused outside the door, listening to the sounds he was hearing, then the door cracked open just a bit, a dark brown eye peering in, surveying the scene. He saw the object of his desire, pale, pretty little Jasper, panting and hot and sticky, pale eyes fluttering up to peer at his brother with a softness he'd never seen before, clearly in love with his older brother. The door banged open, then, and Gabe stormed into the room.<br><br>"What the <em>fuck</em> is this?" <br><br>Jasper's head rose and his cheeks colored, the light from the hall spilling into the room. He tucked back, trying to hide under James, wincing in the sudden light. Gabe's bitemarks and bruises were pale, marching down his spine, along his hips, teeth marks on his shoulders from both James and Gabe. He was caught between the two of them, wincing back in fear. He looked up at James, swallowing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 23:49:46</strong>
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				In that moment, James had felt his consciousness fully divorced from reality. There was only the feeling of great shame that anyone, even a man was wretched as their foster father, had witnessed this terrible act in all its' unnatural depravity. The older boy abandoned his protective posture over his brother, more out of lapse of thought than for any callous disregard of Jasper's wellbeing.<br><br>He struggled amidst the sheets to clothe himself and cover up the shame of their illicit affairs together. No thoughts would race through his head in those moments, only emotions... the glimmer of hope that many Gabe didn't get a good enough view of the scene to surmise the truth, and then as reality set in... the desire to flee from this place, to depart himself from the ugly situation altogether. Jasper did little to factor in the older boy's considerations, overwhelming by feeling as he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 02:54:07</strong>
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				Jasper turned sideways, looked away, cheeks burning. He felt...numb. He knew that what his foster father had scene was wrong but as he saw it, both men had seen him naked and there was nothing particularly shocking about what he was doing. This was what his life was like - all the sex he had was supposed to be a secret anyways - so he tucked the blankets up a bit closer around him and sat up slowly. His hair was mussed, cheeks flushed, lips parted as he watched his brother suddenly jerking his clothes on.<br><br>Gabe's hands lashed out, slamming into the wall next to James' head. "The fuck were you doing? You're fucking your little brother? You're <em>fucking</em> your <em>brother</em>?" Gabe's rage was all the more infuriating because he was fucking Jasper as well, but he shoved James hard, forcing him off the bed.<br><br>"You fucking freak! You're fucking your baby brother?"<br><br>Jasper's hands were trembling and he shut his eyes, wishing that he was anywhere but there, trying to sink back into the headboard and disappear. "Please, stop..." he whispered.<br><br>"Shut the fuck up! As if you're any better. You liked it!" <br><br>Jasper's eyes shut tighter and he only forced them open to look at James, struggling to get up to follow him. Gabe grabbed his arm, the sheets just barely hiding his nakedness as he struggled to break the grip on his arm, "James! James, where're you going...?" Jasper's voice rose, panicked, jerking in Gabe's arm. He hadn't wanted to fight back until he saw James going. "James, don't go!" <br><br>Gabe swatted Jasper hard, knocking him back into the dresser, and despite the force he hit it with he was up in a flash, trying to grab James' arm, trying to tug him back.<br><br>"Get the fuck out of my house!" Gabe's voice had risen to a scream, now, and as he saw Jasper he turned around and backhanded him as hard as he could, sending him crashing into the dresser again, smacking his head against the corner. His head lolled to the side and his eyes went out of focus, still mumbling James' name under his breath. Gabe turned to James, fists balled, coming towards him. "If you ever come near this house again, I'll kill you, you little freak. Fucking your brother? You fucking fag..." <br><br>He watched James, then, about to reach out and punch him as hard as he could. "Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my house!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 06:17:38</strong>
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				James had locked his jaw tightly in fury, the anger welling up inside of him... Angry at Gabe, perhaps, for finding them like... <em>this.</em> Or perhaps it was rage at himself, for indulging in the act at all, or at least for getting caught. He let out a shout loud enough for everyone in the house to hear, even some of the neighbors, as he drew his fist back to strike. But there was hesitation.<br><br>The anger striving to dominate the boy's senses had been challenged by another emotion... fear. Fear for himself, and then... seeing Jasper cowering behind them both in the back of the basement, revulsion. Rather than lay a finger upon Gabe, that towering figure of authority who had so malevolently haunted the brothers in their youth... James took out his frustrations upon the walls, the doors, anything within reach except that bastard of a 'father' who had abused and neglected them all their lives... But Gabe was right... There was nothing sacred about this. This was an abominable act of depravity, and that same overwhelming sense of shame and revulsion had returned to James in that moment.<br><br>So he ran.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 20:20:53</strong>
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				Jasper was left behind and the second that his brother turned, he knew it. He didn't go to school for a few days - smacking his head into the dresser had left him quiet, a bit fuzzy feeling - and as Gabe dragged him up to his feet after his brother left, he had known what was coming. "You're mine," Gabe had whispered, that rough tongue scraping over the side of his neck. Gabe had been angry, angrier than he'd ever been. When he was done with Jasper, the insides of his thighs had been bloody, whole body bruised, his bottom lip split and bloody. He' laughed, at first, thinking that it all had to be some sort of dark joke. Afterall, James would never have abandoned him. He was his older brother. James loved him. James would always be there to take care of him. <br><br>But when James wasn't there, when he didn't come back...<br><br>He knew he'd be left. That he was dirty enough, undesirable enough to be left. That even his brother didn't want him. <br><br>It took him about three days to get up, forcing himself up and out of bed, into the shower. He washed the dried blood off his thighs, numb from the inside out, movements jerky. He dried his hair with a towel, pulled on the work uniform he'd been given a few days earlier, a pair of slim-fit black slacks and a soft white button-down shirt. He had to get out of the house, away from Gabe. Gabe had used him many times each day, and he could barely walk straight, but he managed to catch a bus to his new job at the diner. <br><br>It was an easy job, in an affluent neighborhood - men in suits came in, looking sharp, smelling wonderful. One man in particular watched him as he worked but he was moving like he was going through a fog. He almost didn't notice the phone number that had been written across the top of the fifty dollar bill he'd been left as a tip when the man left, moving to shove it into his pocket. He was still in pain. How had James left him? He couldn't believe it? <br><br>He'd stopped caring about school, about anything but the fact that James had left him. James was the one thing he'd had.<br><br>When he noticed the phone number, he went to a pay phone, using a quarter to dial it. He couldn't quite remember who it was who had left it, but a fifty dollar tip on a ten dollar meal was enough to convince him to give whoever it was a call. The voice that answered was smooth, and bitingly cold. "Yes?"<br><br>"Uh...hi," Jasper murmured, voice faltering, shy. "I saw that you left your number...and I wanted to thank you for the tip...it was really generous of you to leave that much."<br><br>There was a pause on the other end of the phone. He could practically hear the Cheshire grin spreading, "I didn't think you'd actually call. I didn't mean to be so rude when I answered. I didn't want to bother you at work, either. Perhaps I could take you out for a drink sometime?"<br><br>"I'm only sixteen. I can't drink yet..." <br><br>There was a pause, and then a soft hum, thoughtful. "You look too sad to be sixteen. I would have though you were older."<br><br>"Well, I'll be seventeen pretty soon..." Jasper offered quickly, not wanting to lose contact with that smooth voice. The man had given him fifty dollars, and he sounded...rich. Cold, rich, and distant. It was new. He'd never heard someone like that. <br><br>"Alright, then. Perhaps I could convince you to come have a drink at my place? Then we don't have to worry about your age, hm?"<br><br>Jasper's cheeks colored, "Yeah, that'd be...that'd be great." <br><br>He felt bubbling anger welling up for the first time, deep within him. He'd show James. He'd show James that after leaving him, he'd do even better. He'd let James wallow on the streets and he'd spend his time with rich people, with people who could afford to give fifty dollar tips. His hand clenched on the receiver. <br><br>"Are you still there?" He didn't even realize that he hadn't been listening. He jumped, "S-Sorry..."<br><br>"Are you busy tonight?"<br><br>Jasper looked around. Was it a good idea to go somewhere with someone he didn't even know, even though Gabe had already used him this morning? But he'd showered. He was clean, now. Clean as he could be. "No. I don't have any plans, or anything." <br><br>"Do you live far?"<br><br>Jasper's hand tightened, "Yeah, pretty far. I'm still at the diner, though."<br><br>"I'll be there in fifteen." <br><br>Jasper hung up, waiting outside until he saw a sleek red sports car - a Mercedes? - pull up, purring. An attractive man, probably in his mid thirties, with dark brown hair that was combed neatly sat in the front seat. His eyes were dark green, but cold, colder than he'd ever seen. He could see a wedding band winking on his finger. "Well, what're you waiting for? Hop in, kid."<br><br>Jasper took a look around the diner, then slipped into the car, and sped off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 05:50:32</strong>
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				As the car door opened for Jasper, a set of prison bars shut for James.<br><br>Two years he had been rotting in here since he left the foster home... Where had his life on the streets gotten him, but here? Once inside, his 'friends' had abandoned him. The old gang couldn't protect him in here, and though he was perhaps not as elegant in appearance as his brother had been, there was still enough of a boyish charm in his appearance that had quickly made him... popular. It wasn't like the standards for beauty were particularly high in a prison cell, anyways...<br><br>Underneath his bed, there were notches scrawled into the side of the cot's metal poles... Just one more month until he was free.<br><br>A bell rung, and the prison doors opened as James lay sleeping in his cot. "Come on." A guard shouted, tapping his baton upon the bars, "Get the fuck out of bed."<br><br>James wasn't about to ruin his chance at freedom by just laying there to piss off one of the guards. To them, he was just another convict. A lowlife who was only acting polite and good-natured to get out onto the streets again... It would be just one more month.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 07:27:53</strong>
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				Jasper rolled over on eight hundred thread count sheets, the luxurious crimson sheets framing his pale skin beautifully. His lover had long since come and gone to work - Jasper didn't have to rise until well after noon, anyways - and he looked at himself in the full-length mirror framed in heavy gold on the wall. The years of being cared for had done him well - his skin was soft, seemed to glow from the inside out, his hair had gotten a bit longer, but only enough to sharpen his looks - and he'd grown up a bit. He'd never gotten too tall, staying pleasantly delicate, as his lover had liked. He still looked a bit boyish, but he'd thinned out slightly, put on more toned muscle instead of baby fat. His wrists were slightly bruises from the silk ropes still strung to the bed posts. <br><br>He got up, picking up the gift that had been left on the chair while he was sleeping. A rich mink coat, thick, bristling with glossy dark hair. He slipped it over his shoulders, smiling, feeling the fur caress his naked flesh. He looked out the window at the sweeping cityscape below him. He had his own flat, in his own name, bought for him by Michael, his lover. <br><br>A maid had left a plate of fresh fruit out for him and he picked at it, picking it up from the glass coffee table in the expansive living room, looking around. Mike's study was off to the left, his bedroom behind him. The kitchen was large, and he cooked often, but only for Michael and rarely when he was on his own since he could just order food when he liked.<br><br>But now it was time for something even more important. <br><br>He picked up his sleek cellphone, clenching a cigarette between his teeth, calling up Seth. A few minutes later the tall, well-dressed man had come into his apartment. He worked for Michael, and arranged drugs for both of them, mostly for Jasper. "Look at you, fancy. New coat?" Seth's eyes trailed up his mostly-naked body, just barely covered by the small white hand clenching the coat shut. Jasper merely smiled - he was quiet, and seductive, and that was what attracted both Michael and Seth. Seth just had to do errands for Michael, though, as a junior partner. <br><br>"Now, Seth, I appreciate your compliments, but..." his voice trailed off, a soft purr, well-trained in the art of seduction.<br><br>Seth smirked and tapped out a line of fine white powder and a second later, Jasper bent down and took in a deep snort, tossing his head back and moaning. "God. That's...good."<br><br>Seth nodded, patted the boy's backside in his distraction, then excused himself. Jasper set about doing his daily business - watching the news, getting dressed in suitable clothes, picking at his food. He glanced out the window, wondering about James. He always did that, but ever since that day when James had run away, he hadn't sought him out. He wondered if James had really been so disgusted with him, but he didn't have time to think about that. He picked up a book, and settled down to read, ready to while away the day as he usually did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 07:40:47</strong>
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				James absent-mindedly toyed with his breakfast that morning, eating very little. In 2 years, most inmates gather around themselves a group of friends or gangmembers... but not James. He had grown to hate everyone here, his old comrades who had abandoned him, the psychopaths and the killers... even the petty theives and crooked businessmen sent him reeling with revulsion for them all.<br><br>As if he was somehow better...<br><br>No, he assured himself, James could not undo what had happened in the past... but they lived in a fucked up house and it wasn't his fault for being a little fucked up to. Now, he had sworn when he got out that he'd forget everything of the past and start an honest living. He'd lose himself in a job and dull his memories of those awful times.<br><br>But being alone here was dangerous. You had to attach yourself to somebody or you suffered for it. James still would not, and his tough guy routine could only last for so long... But he refused to be another rapist... He was already rotten inside from everything he had done to Jasper, even one of these poor hapless bastards didn't deserve that. Maybe the thought of it just reminded him too much of his little brother.<br><br>The days passed by in a blur, and James was either combatting boredom or dread... dread of being alone in the showers or in his bunk with someone who had taken a liking to him. It had happened often, and he knew he could no longer protect himself as he had when he first came here. They had friends... he did not. All James could offer for resistance was impassionate indifference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 18:17:28</strong>
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				It was a Friday, Jasper's favorite day. Michael's personal shopper had come over with piles of clothing, and Jasper got to try them all on, tossing piles of silk and fur and wool around the room as he accepted them or rejected them. Michael would pick up the tab. He was trying to figure out what he was going to wear for the party that night, particularly, and found a pair of calfskin leather pants. He slipped into them, and they clung to the long lines of his legs, making him grin. It felt delicious, feeling it sliding against his skin, and he relaxed into the feel of the fabric.<br><br>He peered at himself in the mirror and then tossed a black button-down shirt over it. He rolled the sleeves, leaving the maid and the shopper to put away what he'd purchased. He didn't bother with shoes - the party would start soon, and he'd deal with it later. Within the hour, heavy platters of food had been set out, laden with meats and tiny little finger foods. <br><br>People started trailing in, and with Michael's arrival, the drugs started flowing freely as well as the alcohol.<br><br>Clothing was lost throughout the part and by the end, Jasper wore nothing but leather pants and his fur coat, his almost-white hair so bright against the darkness of the fur. Michael tugged him into his lap, laying out a line of coke along the coffee table, holding Jasper as he sniffed it up so he wouldn't fall over. He pulled the young man tightly to him, hands groping over his body. <br><br>Jasper wasn't quite sure what happened after that - he was certain that Michael fucked him, since he woke up naked and in bed, and a pile of cash had been left behind for his personal use. He picked it up - he smiled faintly, flicking through it. It was almost better to get cash than affection - he didn't believe anyone, <em>anyone</em> when they said that they loved him, but cash...cash he could use. <br><br>Weeks passed like that. Parties, drugs, cash being left. Michael would come over and profess love to him, telling him that he loved him more than his wife, that Jasper was the only one he wanted, but Jasper merely smiled and flushed and played shy because it made him sick to say those words back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 05:15:04</strong>
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				James closed his eyes as he turned on the waters of the showerhead and let the droplets cascade down his naked body. He was alone now... or apparantly so. That meant only one thing, and although it was something he had become accustomed to, it was still something to dread; he had been 'reserved'.<br><br>'I wonder what Jasper is doing right now...?' He thought as nude figures meandered into the showers, all carrying the same heinous smirk upon their faces. 'I hope he's run away from everything and made a good life for himself...'<br><br>It wouldn't be long now, until James could finally get out of this hell hole. He had intentionally kept his departure a secret from everyone here, but these lecherous bastards might be the last of them to have the pleasure of violating James.<br><br>He idly traced circles upon the walls of the shower room as the men surrounded him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 18:40:35</strong>
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				Jasper lay back on the bed as Michael showered, door open to the bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and tracing each delicately curved line of the gilt work around the chandelier. He was naked, as usual, one wrist still bound with one of Michael's ties to the headboard. He tugged experimentally but it wouldn't come undone, so he sighed and rolled a bit, back to the bathroom Michael was in. He let out a slow breath.<br><br>He heard the water turn off, felt the bed dip; Michael was done showering and, naked, had crawled up behind him on the bed. He felt strong fingers graze down his spine, and he felt Michael's lips press to the bend of his slim neck.<br><br>"Beautiful. You're beautiful, y'know that?"<br><br>Jasper smiled, despite himself, looking over his shoulder at Michael.<br><br>He was still handsome, going on forty now, with a thick head of dark brown hair and proud features. He was larger than Jasper, a bit soft around the middle, but overall good looking in a cold way. There was no real love in his eyes, just a gleaming sort of possession, his hand hooking on Jasper's hip and yanking him painfully towards him with a feral grin. His teeth sank into Jasper's collarbone and the young man arched, lips parting in a moan, parting his legs obediently.<br><br>Michael slid off the bed a few minutes later, dressing himself up in his suit, heading off to work after releasing Jasper's wrist from its tie.<br><br>Jasper went and locked the door after Michael, poured a bit of coke onto the counter as he usually did, and sniffed it up. Some papers had come for Michael and he picked them up, sorting them into the proper folders on the man's desk in his study. He wondered where James was, idly, then did a bit more coke to forget it. <br><br>Little did he know that soon enough, James' parole officer would send him right to Jasper's apartment, to deliver papers for Michael.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 05:46:07</strong>
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				James sat in a waiting room outside of an office emplaced high up in a building downtown, wearing the clothes of his old life. He had yet to go out and actually buy some, but then again, that would require the money with which to pay for it. And for that, a job was required. No doubt there would be painstaking efforts to find one for him here, in this place.<br><br>He looked over to the side, over the arm of his chair, eying a pop culture magazine. 'Huh.' He thought, looking at the pop singer on the cover, 'She was jailbait the gang all lusted for before I went in.'<br><br>What a funny thing it was, to realize how much the world had changed around him in such a way, while he remained mostly inert, locked up as he was. He crossed his arms, 'Everything's changed...' He thought, with some degree of lamentation, 'I bet Jasper has, too.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 06:15:41</strong>
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				Roy Clerc looked over the file that had landed on his desk - some punk named James, fresh out of jail, probably would be back in in a few days. That's what he told himself, since it always happened. It's not like he wanted them to go back, but so few of them managed to actually get their lives back on the straight and narrow. <br><br>"Come in." <br><br>He opened his door. Roy was a chubby man, white shirt stretched over his stomach, in khakis. He'd been a cop once, but it had been a bit too hard for him, too much time out on the streets so he'd decided to be a parole officer. <br><br>"So, you need a job." He said, already knowing it. "Look, it's not exactly a typical offer, but the last guy who used to run papers for me ended up getting his bail revoked so I need some papers delivered. You think you can handle that? It'll be three hundred fifty dollars a week, and I'll call you when I need the stuff taken. I got a paper today, though. It needs to get delivered to an apartment a lawyer has. It's some papers on one of his clients. The address is nine seventy Maine Avenue. Pretty ritzy. Just say you gotta deliver it and the front desk'll let you up." <br><br>He looked James over, "Then come back and I'll give you your first payment. Looks like you could use buying some clothes." <br><br>Jasper, meanwhile, was sober. For once. He was reading a book in the apartment, flicking through the pages slowly, wearing only a black silk robe, a sort of kimono, just barely belted at the waist. The darkness brought out the paleness of his hair, longer than it had been before, his pale eyes under their dark lashes. He looked like a doll, smelled...expensive. He looked like what he was - a well-kept whore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 09:53:57</strong>
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				James offered all he could for a reply, a half-hearted unempathetic "...Okay."<br><br>...<br><br>It was quite a walk to the apartment. Without the cash to afford a taxi and a general distaste for cramped spaces since his time in prison, James didn't mind travelling by foot through the city. The air was fresh, and the skies open. Many people take life outside for granted if they've never been in prison... but James felt little either way. It was better, this was true. It was freedom, but he had to start his whole life over from scratch.<br><br>"Nine seventy Maine Avenue..." He murmured to himself, looking up at the gargant of steel and concrete before him.<br><br>James entered through the lobby, thoroughly out of place among the high class ladies and gentlemen who lived and thrived in these palaces of the modern age. Presenting the envelope, he said to the clerk at the front desk, "I have a delivery to make."<br><br>He looked down at the envelope, never having made the effort to check the room or recipient before that moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 23:37:13</strong>
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				The woman at the front desk - a middle aged woman with a severe bun and her hair slicked back so tightly it seemed to pull her face back - looked up at James as he came in. She wrinkled her nose, already able to tell by the clothes that he didn't fit in here, though when she saw the name on the address she sighed. She didn't seem to approve of the inhabitant of the apartment. Afterall, he was a kept boy - everyone knew it, though no one would say anything because of who was doing his keeping - and held out a hand to look at the envelope.<br><br>"Apartment 1503. It'll be on the penthouse floor. Go into those elevators there, and go to floor fifteen. The apartment door will be the one right in front of you when the doors open. Just open the door - it's usually unlocked. Go in and put it on the dining room table. It's just to the left, when you go into the living room." <br><br>And in the living room, conveniently sprawled along one of the black leather chaises, was Jasper with his book propped open, flicking through the pages lazily. <br><br>The door was unlocked, as the woman at the front desk had said it would be, and Jasper had a cigarette that was mostly burned down smouldering in the crystal ash tray, a column of ash showing that it had barely been smoked at all. Pale hair curled silghtly back at his collar, just long enough to get a good handful of, icy eyes grazing the pages in front of him, losing himself in the new worlds that the books offered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 06:44:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				'Penthouse, huh?' James thought. Immediatly upon his release he had become reaquainted with the disparity between the haves and have-nots, one he was all too keenly aware of in his youth.<br><br>Ignoring the suggestion to just waltz in to leave the letter, James knocked. Indeed, it was unlocked, and the door broke from the wall and slowly dragged away from his nuckles. He furrowed his brow, what kind of person feels themselves so secure as to leave their door open like this? Like a distant memory, he recalled the act of thievery...<br><br>Yet James was not one to idly throw away all the hard work and patience he had invested into getting a parole in the first place. He guessed that no one was home, so the young man tentatively entered, looking for a place to leave his note and to be done with this troublesome errand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tremble {Sho and Inerrant Lust}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 07:27:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasper heard his front door swing open, pausing for a moment, then shutting his book. Usually delivery people would just come in and drop things off then leave - the only people who knocked were business partners or people who needed him to sign something for a delivery. He sighed softly and got up, belting the robe shut a bit,, so that he didn't look quite as obviously like the kept whore that he was. <br><br>"Hello?"<br><br>He came into the front area, standing on the sweeping marble floor, running his fingers back through his pale hair. "If you need me to sign something you can just hand it here, I'll-" <br><br>He paused, then, fingers almost losing the knot he'd tied. He quickly tied it up and stared at the man in front of him. <br><br>His eyes had to be tricking him. He couldn't possibly be right about what he was seeing. It couldn't be...<br><br>"James?" <br><br>His pale eyes were wide as he looked his brother up and down, feeling as though the floor had been torn out from under him, wondering how James had stumbled back into his life. He leant against the wall, just looking at James, wondering what to say. Wondering how James had managed to come by his current place in life. <br><br>More than that - he was angry that the other man had left the way he had, had run away, and worst, he was even angrier that the other man was back and that for some reason he didn't understand, he wanted James to approve of him. Of his new life, even though he was a well-paid whore, little better than the hookers who used to work on the street corner. "This is...uh, my apartment. Come in."
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