11 Works by Aleph_Null
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“What did you use to tie me up?”
The voice was warm and smooth, nonchalant, curious. Juno smirked, uncrossing his arms as he pushed off the cabinet he had been leaning against. “A lady never tells,” he said, his high heels lending a swing to his saunter. “Good morning, Nureyev. Sleep well?”
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Juno wants to know what Nureyev knows, and he'll find out by any means necessary.Series
- Part 2 of Jupeter Stories
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A short stream-of-consciousness essay trying to nail down the Kevin of Gods & Devils.
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- Part 1 of Gods & Devils
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Carlos joins Cecil at league practice, in spite of his misgivings. It goes better than expected.
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"It’s not as though she hasn’t seen blossoming romances before; hopeless infatuation, one-night stands, break-ups rescinded the next day, there are so many different ways relationships can go. There is only one way she wants this relationship to go."
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The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home does her part to get Cecil and Carlos to the next level in their relationship -
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“Well, hi there!” Kevin’s voice, already high and chipper, rose at least another half octave at the sight of the beautiful, beautiful man walking through the door. “What can we help you with today?”
The stranger turned slightly, and his blindingly white lab coat swished around his knees. He was even more perfect than Kevin had first thought, with dark skin and a chiselled jaw and absolutely perfect hair pulled back in a curly ponytail, and Kevin nearly swooned as the man caught sight of him and started towards him. His eyes flicked minutely up and down - was he checking Kevin out? he felt lightheaded - and a tiny, smug smirk crossed his plump lips. As he walked, he shrugged the coat off his shoulders, catching it at his elbows and slowly pulling out one arm, then the other and folding it in half over one forearm. Underneath he wore a crisp orange button down and slacks that fit well on his slim hips, which swayed slightly as he walked. If Kevin had been a dog, he would have been panting.
“You can help me with a great many things,” the man said as he made it to the counter, placing a lascivious emphasis on the first word. “As for what I’m here for, I thought that would be obvious. A tattoo.”Series
- Part 2 of Gods & Devils
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"A silence descended. He realized it had been a long time since they had really talked; for the most part, his visits were brief and taken up by talking to Janice, fawning over her inventions and her Girl Scout badges, avoiding Steve Carlsberg. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he was in a room alone with his sister."
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Cecil attends Janice's birthday party. -
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Cecil has Plans for a romantic evening with Carlos, which (of course) are sidetracked.
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Cecil finds out something deeply disturbing about Perfect, Beautiful Carlos.
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“Well then,” Kevin said with a flourish, “drop trou and lie back. I won’t be a moment.”
“Everything?” Carlos blurted.
Kevin, who had started to turn to gather his things, faced him again. “Why, yes,” he purred with a gleam in his eye.
“I mean - I mean, boxers and all?”
“Yes. You don’t want me to have a cluttered playing field, trust me.”-----
Carlos gets a piercing to surprise Cecil - it doesn't go well.Series
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“They’re only pens, Ceec,” Carlos said, trying hard to telegraph nonchalance with the sinking feeling that he had failed miserably.
“Only pens?” Cecil hissed, pulling the zipper closed, then opening it again to peer inside at the myriad writing tools. “Don’t you know what could happen to you if the Sheriff's Secret Police knew we had these?” His voice, in spite of his apparent efforts to control it, rose to the high pitch of panic as he hurriedly lifted a cushion of the chair, presumably to check for hidden microphones or cameras. “You… you could be locked up! You should be locked up!”
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”Fire! Fire! You’re on fire, and we’re all going to die!”
“What in the-” Carlos started, but Cecil’s hands were on his shoulders, a calming weight even as a deep laugh rumbled in his chest.
“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, “it’s just the smoke alarm.”