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[May. 19th, 2005|07:14 pm]
Slash' lover

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Title The weak and downtroded
Disclaimer: Really not mine.
Summary: It was cold. Not cold. Freezing. The very feel of the icy air sending shivers down his spine. Chilling his very skeleton. Bones ratteling. It was nights like these when another bodies warmth came in handy. Lucky that was just what he had.
A/N: THIS IS DRIECTLY AFTER IMPERFECT PERFECTION. MICHAEL P.O.V





The air was dank. Cold. It was cold. Not cold. Freezing. The very feel of the icy air sending shivers down his spine. Chilling his very skeleton. Bones rattleing.

It was nights like these when another bodies warmth came in handy. Lucky that was just what he had. Michael looked to his side where the Korean man lay. He was shaking in his sleep. His pale naked body now tanned from sun and rough weather curling up in tremors.

Michael sighed pulling another blanket over them. He considered curling up with Jin. Keeping them both warm. But thats not what this was about.

This was sex. Cold hard relentless sex. Thats it. Not love and candy and flowers kind of things. So he keeps to himself. Fights with Jin during the days and sleeps with him at night.

It's easy to keep up little games like this one. Walt was catching on. Sooner or latter he was gonna know.

And the last thing he need for his boy thinking his dad's a fag.

Really he need for no one to think that. But these feeling's he was getting confused the hell out of him. Scared him. Froze his bones even worse than the weather.

Jin was snoring againg. It was soft, but still letting him know exactly who he was sleeping with. Sure he'd experimented before. Gone to a few gay bars. That had been when he was 20. Young and drunk and well horny.

But those had been strangers. People with out faces. Jin had a face, and a pretty one at that. He didn't know anything about those people.

Jin wasn't the problem. He was. This was all about himself. About his inner demons. About what he had to face.

Michael sighed again weather from exhaustion or from confussion. He didn't know. What he did know was that he was cold, and tired.

Sliding down he curled himself deep down into Jin's warm and welcome embrace.

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