Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Talk Me Down ❯ Talk Me Down ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Shingaisha_Setsuna 
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 02.07.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 495 | Visits: 413 | Status: Completed
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 02.07.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 495 | Visits: 413 | Status: Completed
Talk Me Down
An Enemies with Benefits fic by Setsuna Jikan
Word count: 427
Alec leaned back in his chair, ready to scream. Hours--hours--at the fucking computer and nothing. He was ready to kill something. There was no way, no way they could evade him this long--he must have been looking in the wrong spot. If he just--
"Alec. Stop." Vincent's voice broke through, halting everything. Vincent. Vincent wasn't helping, Vincent wasn't doing a damn thing. What the fuck made him think he could tell him what to do?!
Two arms wrapped around him, pulling him against his chest. The smell of vanilla and tobacco wafting around him, calming him down. Shit. Shitshitshitshit! Fuck, he needed to get back to the computer, needed to keep searching but damn he just wanted to stop...Vincent. Vincent's fault. Why the fuck couldn't he just go away?
"Chill. Breathe. Relax for me." No. Nonononono. Needed to work, had to keep searching. What did Vincent know? He wasn't helping, he didn't understand! Get away get away get away. Had to work, had to keep going. Gods--
A hand stroking his hair. Soothing, calmness. Gods, Vincent...why don't you just leave? Why can't you just go away? Let me work. Please...let me just keep going. Need to keep going. Please go away. Please.
"Never." Soft, breathy, true. Oh, gods, true. True. Why? Why can't you just be an ass? Why are you so close.
"I love you." Three words. Goddamn three words that fucking change everything. Chased you away...Why do you have to use them now? Why can't you still be afraid? Why can't you leave...leave me alone. Have to work. Have to--
"Stop. C'mere." Enfolded, held. On the floor now. Maybe. Chair. Chair means computer. Computer means work. Need to keep working. Tired...Vincent, too tempting. Get the fuck away. Let go! Struggling. Arms not moving. The hell? Vincent let go of me.
"No. You need to sleep. You aren't focusing well. You're no use to yourself or us this way. You need to sleep. Please, just shut yourself off." Hands. Rubbing, stroking, tempting. Maybe...possibly...No. Need to work. Need to--
"I love you."
"...Okay."
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AN: Wrote this in about ten-twenty minutes in Psych and am typing it up right now in Enviro. For the record, I love writing stream-of-conscious. It's fun.
About this. What's going on, can Vincent hear Alec or does he just know what Alec's thinking? Don't look at me, I dunno. Maybe. *shrugs* I wrote this to write it.
Alec and Vincent belong to me. Woot!
An Enemies with Benefits fic by Setsuna Jikan
Word count: 427
Alec leaned back in his chair, ready to scream. Hours--hours--at the fucking computer and nothing. He was ready to kill something. There was no way, no way they could evade him this long--he must have been looking in the wrong spot. If he just--
"Alec. Stop." Vincent's voice broke through, halting everything. Vincent. Vincent wasn't helping, Vincent wasn't doing a damn thing. What the fuck made him think he could tell him what to do?!
Two arms wrapped around him, pulling him against his chest. The smell of vanilla and tobacco wafting around him, calming him down. Shit. Shitshitshitshit! Fuck, he needed to get back to the computer, needed to keep searching but damn he just wanted to stop...Vincent. Vincent's fault. Why the fuck couldn't he just go away?
"Chill. Breathe. Relax for me." No. Nonononono. Needed to work, had to keep searching. What did Vincent know? He wasn't helping, he didn't understand! Get away get away get away. Had to work, had to keep going. Gods--
A hand stroking his hair. Soothing, calmness. Gods, Vincent...why don't you just leave? Why can't you just go away? Let me work. Please...let me just keep going. Need to keep going. Please go away. Please.
"Never." Soft, breathy, true. Oh, gods, true. True. Why? Why can't you just be an ass? Why are you so close.
"I love you." Three words. Goddamn three words that fucking change everything. Chased you away...Why do you have to use them now? Why can't you still be afraid? Why can't you leave...leave me alone. Have to work. Have to--
"Stop. C'mere." Enfolded, held. On the floor now. Maybe. Chair. Chair means computer. Computer means work. Need to keep working. Tired...Vincent, too tempting. Get the fuck away. Let go! Struggling. Arms not moving. The hell? Vincent let go of me.
"No. You need to sleep. You aren't focusing well. You're no use to yourself or us this way. You need to sleep. Please, just shut yourself off." Hands. Rubbing, stroking, tempting. Maybe...possibly...No. Need to work. Need to--
"I love you."
"...Okay."
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AN: Wrote this in about ten-twenty minutes in Psych and am typing it up right now in Enviro. For the record, I love writing stream-of-conscious. It's fun.
About this. What's going on, can Vincent hear Alec or does he just know what Alec's thinking? Don't look at me, I dunno. Maybe. *shrugs* I wrote this to write it.
Alec and Vincent belong to me. Woot!