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Spy and learn [Ayanami / Hyuuga / Konatsu]

Title: Spy and learn

Fandom: 07-Ghost

Characters: Ayanami, Hyuuga, Konatsu Warren , Kuroyuri

Pairing: Hyuuga / Ayanami, Ayanami / Hyuuga / Konatsu

Prompt: Games large

Rating: red

Warnings: one-shot, yaoi, threesome

Spy and learn

Konatsu gave himself mentally dell'idiota when, arrived at the door of his room, he realized that he did not have the keys, he looked up to heaven, he had probably forgotten office.

sighed, at that hour was late and probably Ayanami-sama was working as usual, surrounded by his loneliness and his papers.

The idea of breaking into that place only to be pierced by his boss did not like much to genius, but he had no alternative.

He went to the dark corridors without seeing the wing reserved for the Black Hawks was not willingly attended by other officers and even less by the soldiers, just as well, less fuss and fewer questions.

arrived at the door the boy noticed something was wrong: something perceived, beyond the wood, movement, sighs, something that should not be there.

cautiously put his hand up the handle and opened the door just a couple of inches, being careful not to make noise, and peeped.

The scene that stood before him it's stunning.

Ayanami-sama as he had imagined was still in office, but was not alone and was not even working, he sat on the desk of Kuroyuri - God only knows how he would react if he knew the child was used as its location - the currency dropped his pants, the jacket at his feet and his shirt half-unbuttoned and slightly wrinkled. Between his legs, and Konatsu could see it clearly, there was Hyuuga, on his knees, busy ... to ...

The young man felt as he watched the blaze of his head moving rhythmically between her legs than the other and could not, simply could not look away from the whole scene. Ayanami was biting his lower lip to not miss any moan and Hyuuga, glancing over sunglasses, grinned.

interrupted his work causing a snarl dissatisfied by the General, who moved a little annoyed.

\u0026lt;Do not be so impatient, Aya-tan ~ ...> Major chuckled, standing up and biting the skin of the other slightly up to the collarbone, and slipped a hand between her legs again to tease the entrance. Ayanami flung his head back, his hat poised to fall while the man was leaning with his arms at his desk; Konatsu blocked a shot with his hand that was dangerously close to the pants, without her was aware, had become too much, too tight.

His mind was divided into two, partly to control their reactions, partly to observe the scene in the office, she bit her lip as he saw fit completely inside Ayanami Hyuuga-sama, his eyes misted and yielded to his hand allowing it to rub on the cloth. He could feel his breath on her neck of Major Konatsu same as if he was there, sitting on his desk, his hands clutching the shirt of his superior and gets screwed regardless, his face flushed, the moans that escaped uncontrolled.

After what seemed a century saw the General to come on the stomach of the other, immediately followed by Hyuuga who let go with a guttural sound.

The boy, with great difficulty, pulled back his hand from his pants even though it was still hard against the fabric and was panting slightly. He swallowed as he looked to latch Hyuuga Ayanami down his pants and slowly from the desk to collect his clothes and put on the hat was miraculously still on his head.

Konatsu Before I could even think to get away as quickly as possible he saw the General turn his head toward the door toward him, froze the intersection the intense eyes and saw the flight that he really stuck in the mess.

\u0026lt;It seems that there is a spectator.>

A moment later the door was opened before him and the young man found himself in front of Hyuuga, with his usual grin on his face.

\u0026lt;Good evening, Konatsu-chan!>

She found herself inside the office, dragged from his upper arm and left just before the General, who - thank God - at least you had put his pants; Hyuuga was still behind him and not let go of him.

Konatsu did not know where to look, and stubbornly kept staring at the floor, his face red as ever.

\u0026lt;Konatsu ...>

A Ayanami be called by the boy raised his head, the man was leaning against the desk, arms folded, looking at him with an inscrutable look.

\u0026lt;I ... I'm sorry, Ayanami-sama, it was not my intention ...>

\u0026lt;Well, it seems to me that liked it, but ...> Hyuuga said, alluding to its erection was clearly visible.

A Konatsu contracted the stomach and lowered his head, unable to face the two men, hoping that the floor under his feet and take life to swallow.

A motion lightning took him by surprise and could not suppress a groan when the dark hand and touched the State through the stuff he tried to move but could not move back because of the body of Major: it was blocked.

She felt his hand unbutton the top of his uniform pants and the blood flowed the head.

\u0026lt;Hyu ... Hyuuga-sama!>

Ayanami looked dangerously dark.

\u0026lt;Hyuuga.>

'Oh, come on, Aya-tan! By the way, I do not see why we should not ~ ... or you're already tired?>

General sighed a total lack of respect for others and shook his head, too tired to fight against that stubborn.

Konatsu began to tremble slightly higher while its stripped him, letting slip his trousers at the ankles and quickly unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, felt his breath become heavier while Hyuuga repeatedly kissed her neck and shoulder, moving slowly with the on his right hand while the left member went to brush her nipples.

felt against the erection of Major pulsar through his pants, leaned his elbows leaning on the desk.

\u0026lt;Eh, Aya-tan, you will not want to be there just to look, right?>

Before thinking about what he was doing Konatsu looked up to see the reaction of the General, who, against all odds, smiled in amusement and approached the young man, his hand that took the place of torment to the member of the Hyuuga blond, while the Major he leaned on his knees, his tongue tormenting the opening of its subject.

The wail of the younger definitely looked like a broken cry: he felt his fingers calloused and expert - and did not want to see how they become so expert - to move the tip, the language they wanted, teased, sent uncontrollable shivering so much that he was afraid of collapsing at any moment, and then there were the violet eyes of the General in his mind, sharp as if they had been overlooked, and sneer of Hyuuga, never so large, never so ; exciting.

felt faint when contact of the tongue on her skin protested with a hoarse cry, but felt much closer to its opening and the thought of what was going to be missing him for a moment the ground beneath your feet : Hyuuga's hands were on her hips in a firm grip, decisive hand Ayanami no sign of stopping.

Konatsu gasped, tears slipping silently on the cheeks, while the Major entered him slowly, without giving a moment to adjust, but maintaining a rhythm slow, painful, but not too much.

After a while, just long enough to adapt to the presence of the other, the boy looked for something more, trying to meet his boss, according to its incentives, while the dark grew more and more speed ;.

Ayanami At one point turned away from the body of the young man quietly slipped behind Hyuuga, and afferratogli lowering your buttocks a little 'i pants, touched with a finger to open the dark.

\u0026lt;What do you do, Aya-tan?> Asked the other, sighing without slowing down the push.

\u0026lt;After all, Hyuuga. You play your part you've already had it.>

Major did not object when his superior penetrates quickly adapting to the rhythm of the dark forces, increasing the speed a little, forcing him to gasp for breath , Konatsu moaning like never before, even more aware of ways that was emitting.

was the youngest first, releasing his seed on the desktop, regardless of the fact that it was not even his, but that of Kuroyuri the other two followed him shortly after.

With his mind clouded, his body numb and incredibly tired, Konatsu found himself alone in the room with Hyuuga, both half naked, even if the Major did not seem straight out of a round of sex as rarely happened. Ayanami had already departed.

The boy could not see his head in his eyes, he dressed quickly, miraculously remembering the keys resting on his desk.

The next morning, when Kuroyuri came into office, he found the papers on your desk completely scattered in disarray and that something could not identify exactly stuck on one side.

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Exchange favors [Giuliano de 'Medici / Machiavelli] Why

Title: exchange of favors

Fandom: RPF

Historical Characters: Giuliano de 'Medici Duke of Nemours, Niccolo Machiavelli

Pairing: Giuliano / Machiavelli

Prompt: "This is not my place, my lord." "You're absolutely right."

Rating : red

Warnings: slash, one-shot

author Note: set in 1512, shortly after the collapse of the Florentine Republic. Lots of love and imagination, is ultimately the p0rn fest \u0026lt;3

exchange of favors

not going well, it was just right, scroll left gaze on tapestries on the walls, on the pen going to fill quickly ink the letter on the desk and hand, that hand lean, nervous, swift, that hand so pale and so regal.

Nicholas proudly raised his eyes toward the man sitting behind the desk: that was his cross, he knew.

Giuliano de 'Medici, Lorenzo's son, Lorenzo that he had brought to the splendor of Florence and her family, the same eyes that shone in the Magnificent was also present in humans that Nicholas was in front and despite the Medici had just regained power after crawling in the mud and were despised by the people for years.

He was proud, Julian, and it shows.

\u0026lt;Do you know why you're here, right?>

The voice betrayed was young and mature appearance of the new lord of Florence.

Nicholas lowered gaze, aware of what was about to say the other: he had to leave Florence. It would have been exiled, and was already a luxury treatment, for working with Republicans and have even been part of the government holding important positions, and even if, by a miracle, he had been spared exile, he would lose his positions, his assignments, he could no longer work for Florence, forced inactivity policy. And for him it was worse than exile.

\u0026lt;This is not my place, my lord.> Said in a low voice, grief evident in his tone.

"True? No chance, there is no alternative. "

The thought tormented him, that thought had passed the last sleepless night: that was the moment when it would really become useless, a real failure .

\u0026lt;You are absolutely right.>

watched with furrowed brow de 'Medici, who rose from behind his desk, smiling, peaceful, and Machiavelli saw him so far from his condition, so far without saying that for a moment thought that maybe it was confused and was talking about something completely different.

\u0026lt;'re designed to be removed from all your assignments as punishment for having participated actively in the Republican government. Exile seems a bit 'too much, whereas in the past have distanced themselves from positions of Savonarola and anyway you're a sensible man, known abroad, a man of culture. It will bring more benefits to keep you here in Florence that leave the clutches of other gentlemen.>

keeping a certain distance, however, Giuliano went to Nicholas, peering eyes with incredibly alive.

Machiavelli thought he groped a chance to prove, because basically he had nothing to lose, or at least, nothing was more precious than good that would do for Florence.

\u0026lt;My Lord, forgive me, but ... I will be suspended from my duties ... Lifetime?>

you expect a firm response, calm, or at least annoyed or angry reaction, but certainly not that lascivious grin, not that tone so persuasive, so ambiguous.

\u0026lt;It depends. I would say that, in all likelihood, we reach an agreement. We could try to, you know, come in against.>

were unambiguous words when spoken in that tone, and especially if accompanied by a gesture, just to slow quell'incedere Nicholas, then raise your hand to touch elegance quite by accident, neck, cheek, cheekbones.

Machiavelli were unambiguous and in other circumstances would have refused, would have despised that intent - despite the boldness of the de 'Medici was admirable - but in that case was the only lifeline he saw, the last card that could play.

\u0026lt;I would be honored, my lord, to be able to be of use to you and Florence in the same spirit with which I served this city disinterested in the past.>

Julian's smile widened, the distance between the two were almost non-existent: was the beginning of a new era.

A Nicholas almost gasped when he saw the savagery of his new head master bending over him to bite the hollow of the neck, but she recovered quickly, knowing that if he wanted to get something, had to give his best.

With a sort of understated reverence is allowed to touch the man in front of him, to slip his hands under her dress with a slow and calculated caution: Boccaccio praised the ability of human ability to adapt to a variety of situations, a position he fully agreed with Machiavelli and in that case, the application with more than satisfactory results.

Julian seemed to appreciate the intention of man and forced him to his knees in front of him, suggesting only a glance what the next step, which actually already knew both.

pulled back the clothes did not wait for Niccolò de 'Medici and took the already hard member in her mouth, being careful with your teeth, starting with a slow pace to increase more and more, even more, so much so that a Giuliano some point he could no longer hold back the moans and sighs, abandoning part of their pride and feel superior.

\u0026lt;Fermo.> Whispered the younger making up the other and pushing her against the desk: the ink while the fabric sway and his clothes were removed in excess of half or diverge.

The preparation was slow and obviously made by skilled hands, but Nicholas did not dare to suggest, much less ask for an explanation at the time, certainly did not matter with who or why: the instant matter, the act, the moment Who were the two of them and nothing else.

He wanted to turn around, giving it away, but that slender hand took his chin with a narrow iron.

\u0026lt;I want to see you in the face.>

The murmur soon became lost in the groans of the movements excited, rapid, violent, leaving no room for thoughts, fear of being caught in that situation or have not reached our goal.

When, after a few months, Machiavelli was given a new assignment to be carried out on behalf of Giuliano de 'Medici, began to turn even gossip about him, was the only one of the old government to be returned to positions of power, especially Nicholas received a letter of invitation to the palace by the new master, the first of a long talked-about list.

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[Saviano / Fazio]

Title: Why

Fandom: RPF Come away with me

Characters: Fabio Fazio, Roberto Saviano

Pairing: Fabio Fazio / Roberto Saviano

Prompt: "I stay because ..."

Rating: orange

Warnings: slash, one-shot, flash- fic

Why

It's his turn now it's up to Fabio speak.

takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

\u0026lt;I stay because ...>

"Why ... because I want to be by your side forever hold your hand while walking along the street at night, with you running through the streets of some remote little town of Campania, and I, without escort, without guns aimed paparazzi or around the corner.

Because I want to hear your voice that tells me that you love me, your breath on my skin, your hands on my cheeks as I cling to you.

Why I do not want to see your sad eyes of an animal in a cage, to Thee I laugh every moment of the day, see you walk aware of who you are and what you are worth no more machines ready to ruin the mud your image.

Because I want to go with you rainy days locked in the house to listen to the CD De André and those out of the sun, the sea, in your land, to hear you talk about old memories awakened by the smell of oranges and lemons.

Because I want to know you are beside me in bed, the sheets smell you, touch your toes, because I want to feel you inside me, moving up and over into me while we kiss, your fingers that I touching their breasts, hips, and I ask you a kiss, another kiss again and continue like this, without haste, because the time is ours, only ours.

Because I ... because I ... "

\u0026lt; I'm staying here, along with many others who are here because we want everyone, but everyone near you.>

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unexpected situations [Roy / Ed / Al]

Title: unexpected situations

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Characters: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang

Pairing: Alphonse / Edward / Roy

Prompt: "We touch, please."

Rating: red

Warnings: yaoi, one-shot, threesome

Author Notes: the first threesome of my life! Be forgiving x ° D Written for p0rn fest No. 4

unexpected situations

"When you receive your What do you think of bodies, Fullmetal? "

He avoided the question with great skill, that time, because it really did not know he's not even accurate. knew what would have happened, because he and Al did not expect anything but that, to be able to embrace, to be able to look into the eyes.

It's been years since he hoped that someday he could feel the warmth of the body of his brother, touching his skin, embracing each other until you both fall asleep, as were children.

Only once regained their bodies, the matter had gone a bit 'more in there and it was good that no one came to know, let alone the Colonel.

\u0026lt;Al ...>

He wanted to say something, but it was proving more difficult than expected, the mouth of his brother on his neck, licking and biting like crazy.

And do not blame him, after being for so long without a body, contained in armor, could not control his good instincts, but if he felt the library was not the best place to do it.

He wanted to protest, but when the hand of Al began to unbutton his pants then decided it was not so important.

Al's mouth moved to his brother and left a light kiss, on the skin, first to push further forward, the tongue between his lips and crept over to take full control of the situation, And muttered something as he rubbed his hand against the other, with some difficulty that he was undoing the buttons of his trousers one after another. The free hand of Al went to lean on the shelf behind them, crushed and between the endless rows of books and his own body.

Major broke the kiss for a moment feeling the shelf sway dangerously.

\u0026lt;Are you sure it does not fall?>

The other replied with an unintelligible mumble And still leaving in doubt, but just at that moment he was able to release the top button, and the rustle of pants that touched the ground was followed by a low moan as soon as the child slipped her hand between the skin and hot underwear, mouths colliding again.

And he clung with all his strength to the hair of the other, blurry vision while the only thing I received were the fingers of his brother, who encourages the member more quickly.

His legs gave way and found themselves both on the ground, in the knee with the hand not occupied that crept under the shirt to tease the nipples already hardened his beloved "nii-san", which on the other hand, tried to return the favor biting the skin at the clavicle.

They were both so caught up by not even noticing that the door was opening, and when they heard footsteps echoing dangerously close to them, was already too late: And he looked up to meet the gaze of the astounded Colonel Roy Mustang.

\u0026lt;C-colonel!>

Edward felt himself sinking and tried to abandon that position and not suitable for very compromising situation, but Al did not seem the same view and held it firmly in place.

Only when the eldest of Elric tried to protest he realized that his brother was a little out of control: her face was completely red, empty eyes and blurred and trembling slightly.

He turned slowly towards The Colonel looked at them more and more upset.

\u0026lt;we touch, please.>

If only he had allowed the anatomy of the mandible and would have touched the floor.

\u0026lt;Al!>

The cry echoed in shocked silence surreal; Mustang Fullmetal looked feverishly hoping to understand that no, Alphonse was not in itself, had yet to get used to having a body and had no control over his instincts.

Roy, on the other hand, received finally managing to make sense, absurd, but still a sense, the crossroads at the scene that is - and his body seemed to have reacted to everything, because suddenly my pants had become too narrow.

for a moment and thought that yes, that Mustang was going to do the sensible thing, ignore them both and leave the room, leaving them to their former employment. Then, however, slowly, almost in slow motion, she saw him approach, taking off his jacket and did not understand anything.

The last thing he saw clearly was the hand of Colonel that undid his pants and groans of the latter and flung his head back against the hollow of the shoulder of Roy, the rest was chaos.

did not know how it ended up straddling his supervisor and did not know if he was dictating the rhythm, or if you were so busy adjusting to the pressures of Mustang, but felt perfectly the pleasure it gave him hard in the State of he and the mouth of Al, who had managed to slip in the head in the bellies of the two State Alchemists. And it was a coat of hair clinging to his brother, to push it more toward the other shoulder of Roy, who while he managed to reach the youngest member and he was stroking provoking groans Edward excited that more and more.

ventured a look first to his brother and almost came to see him with his eyes closed and his face of fire to move his head back and forth on his member, then the Mustang's face, tense with the effort and concentration.

At one point he heard a cry And louder than the others come from under him and a moment later he saw his brother come to the floor of the library, at the sight he could no longer restrain himself, emptying into the mouth of the other, shortly after Roy with a low moan.

\u0026lt;Forgive me, nii-san. I know that I have put in an embarrassing situation ...>

Ed looked up at his brother, who kept his eyes down nervously rubbing his hands; indeed Edward was still wondering how bravely he could look in the eye Colonel from that point forward, but had decided that, after all, he did not care much.

smiled, passing a hand through his hair Al

\u0026lt;Do not worry, Al does not really matter.>

Or at least that was what he thought until he found himself in front of his Mustang with a heinous sadistic grins.

\u0026lt;If you still need me, Fullmetal, you and your brother, you know where to find me.>

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three points ahead of [Casini / Vendola]

Title: Three-point advantage
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Pier Ferdinando Casini, Nichi Vendola, Lorenzo Cesa, Gaetano Quagliariello, Rosi Bindi
Pairing: Casini / Vendola, mentioned Quagliariello / Bindi
Prompt: silence
Rating: green
Warnings: Casini! POV, political, PDLini (Quagliariello read), tiny little slash, het even smaller , flash-fic.
Author Notes: Set during the votes of the last regional elections, during the deepening of Rai Tre (where there were just Quagliariello and Bindi as guests, along with Donati and Ravetto - I think it is called so ). Written for the drabble tree of "Nothing". Lots of love and imagination \u0026lt;3

Three points ahead

The television was constantly switched on Rai Tre, to steal any data imaginable. In regions where he ran alone knew that there was no hope, but there were always alliances and now had to focus on those. Had left no statements so far, there was little to be declared, if not rampant absenteeism.
He looked on the screen just in time to see the rates related to Puglia: three points. It was an advantage, but it was not much.
He thought that if it was allied with the center-right at that time would have been nice Vendola and over: owed him a favor. If
the mental note, Vendola owed him a favor.
Although, ultimately, in his heart was really hoping his victory here, this would be the only important thing to declare.
But his role required him to silence and in silence would be.
Cesa next to him went back and forth across the room, casting an eye to the screen from time to time.
\u0026lt;Quagliariello and Bindi seems that you want very well.> Muttered watching the two in the study of Rai Tre who spent their notebooks and talked softly as students during the teacher's explanation.
\u0026lt;Everyone has their own tastes.> Casini said, running a hand over his forehead.
Vendola seek the face of television, but found that only Quagliariello and Bindi were taken harshly for their behavior.
smiled, three points ahead were still three points ahead.

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Fregate [Wolves / Labor]

Title: Frigates
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Maurizio Lupi, Marco Travaglio, Michele Santoro mentioned
Pairing: Wolves / Travaglio
Prompt: smiles
Rating: green
Warnings: Wolves, Wolves! POV, slash, flash-fic.
Author Notes: drabble written for the tree of "Nothing".

Frigates

continue to scream As we understand perfectly well that every effort is useless, which is now in full panic: not responding. Keep talking, to give air to his mouth, but that answer does not come out.
may not know, or, more likely, does not want you to know.
Marco smiles, keeps saying he won tonight. The poor little
Wolves will not be anything but a retreat, tail between his legs, a ring against insults as usual.
At the end of the program, Michael is approached, smiling too, and while giving an affectionate pat on the shoulder glances at Wolves Marco, Maurizio returning her gaze with a grudge in his eyes that is more than evident.
Marco's smile widens even more, if possible. And while Michael
precedes it to the exit, Marco catches the eye of Wolves again and, without thinking too much, sticks out his tongue.
"frigate"
The image of wolves, trembling with anger, you start to exit quietly cursing is definitely the best part of the evening.

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Twilight [Santoro / Ruotolo]

Title: Twilight
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Michele Santoro, Sandro Ruotolo
Pairing: Santoro / Ruotolo
Prompt: lights
Rating: green
Warnings: flash-fic, slash.
Author Notes: Raiperunanotte set before the evening, during the preparations, and written for the drabble tree of "Nothing".

Twilight

The Land Rover Arena was still twilight, the technicians were busy for the latest changes: soon those stands would be filled by free people who wanted to remain so.
Michael looks up, eyes bright.
He felt it would be a wonderful evening, if he felt inside, shook hands, took a deep breath: this would be their victory, the victory of the people, and wanted to savor the taste of every second.
\u0026lt;'ll be fine.>
Michael smiled over his shoulder, he imagined the words perfectly satisfied with Sandro from under his thick mustache.
\u0026lt;It can not be good. It will be a success, you'll see.> Said Michael heartened to hear his voice stops than expected. Sandro
put a hand on my shoulder strong shaking and Santoro finally turned to look at him at that moment had a great desire to embrace him, but he thought they would have time later, when the lights were turned off and the screams of the crowd they would be completely submerged.
A strong voices from outside told them he was going to start all over.
\u0026lt;Courage whisker. Come on.>

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Fragile [Labor / S. Guzzanti]

Title: Fragile
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Marco Travaglio, Sabina Guzzanti, Michele Santoro and Paul mentioned Guzzanti
Pairing: Labor / Guzzanti
Prompt: too focused
Rating: green
Warnings: het , flash-fic, a bit 'of angst \u0026lt;3
Notes Author: drabble written for the tree of "Nothing" ^ ^ Guzzanti father regards the reference to a debate in which precisely the ex-senator sharply criticized Travaglio.

Fragile

liked to see it in profile while scribbling notes on his notebook: he had a serious face, concentrate, concentrate too much, it seemed that to burn the same page with his eyes in front of him.
was completely immersed in his work, captured by the words that are happening one after the other. Sabina
found himself hoping that does not get up those eyes on her, because she could not have already forgotten, was afraid to find that look so intense in some accusation.
floor and sighed in that while Marco looked up at her, but they were more cheerful, sweet.
\u0026lt;Are you okay?>
She nodded in response.
Of course, Marco was too polite to bring up that issue, his father was too smart to get a reproach to the children the sins of their fathers. Simply ignored the matter and everything would have ended up there.
But Sabina was left a bitter taste, the vague sense of guilt that did not want to leave.
He had always said that the ideas of his father's problems and that she had not wanted to poke your nose or get involved in any way, but in the end the bitterness remained.
He noticed that Mark had stopped writing only when he felt his hand brush them gently on the cheek.
He looked up at him and thought for a moment to tell him everything, all the fear he felt inside, all the resentment he felt towards his father, everything that when he felt haunted by his own freedom be threatened.
But eventually swallowed everything, as usual: it was a burden he wanted to share, not yet, he tried to smile a little, a misguided attempt and absolutely useless, but Mark liked him anyway.
opened his mouth to say something to break the tension, but Michael's voice calling him break the sentence in the bud.
Marco smiled for a moment, embarrassed, and then stand up and support a hand on his shoulder.
\u0026lt;I'll be back.> Muttered before leaving the room. Sabina
merely to follow with their eyes, swearing to herself that this was the last time you made would be so fragile in the face man.

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An interesting aspect [Ruotolo / Benigni]

Title: An interesting aspect
Fandom: RPF
Cast: Roberto Benigni , Sandro Ruotolo
Pairing: Ruotolo / Benigni
Prompt: glasses
Rating: yellow
Warnings: slash , flash-fic, fluff.
Author Notes: drabble written for the tree of "Nothing," set during the interview made by Ruotolo to Roberto Benigni for the special Raiperunanotte \u0026lt;3

An interesting aspect

He had taken his glasses, wore them, we played, laughed like a child. Sandro felt embarrassed, he looked shifty, slightly worried, but at the same time he was laughing, he would join those happy childhood typical small crowd of Robert.
\u0026lt;Ruotolo, Ruotolo, can not believe it!>
Benigni continued to call him, then came back to laugh, embraced him, kissed him and then back down to laugh, talking about radical, Zimbabwe and again to call and laughing. Sandra thanked
God finally to a point that camera was put away, completely extinguished. Roberto was a few yards away, "towards Zimbabwe," as he said and continued to laugh, Sandro approached him, but not even five seconds after his glasses were gone, in the hands of absurd character.
\u0026lt;Can you see without them?> Churches holding them up, smiling.
\u0026lt;Practically zero.>
\u0026lt;This is an interesting aspect.>
Another kiss, while the others watched, and Robert chuckled feeling the whiskers of the other tickle the skin of the face.
\u0026lt;glasses?>
\u0026lt;ridarteli do not know whether or not ... depends.> said the actor sitting on the roadside. Ruotolo was right next to him.
\u0026lt;Depends on what?>
Robert turned to look at: it was funny, very funny with those glasses on him.
\u0026lt;Come to dinner with me tonight?>
Sandy smiled, yes, it was an interesting aspect.

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Mouth [Luttazzi / Labor]

Title: Mouth
Fandom:
RPF Characters: Daniel Luttazzi, Marco Travaglio, appointed Michele Santoro
Pairing: Luttazzi / Travaglio
Prompt: machine
Rating: yellow
Warnings: slash , flash-fic, language (blame belongs to you).
Author Notes: drabble written for the tree of "Nothing," set in the evening Raiperunanotte \u0026lt;3 And all the wonderful face that made Marco Travaglio during the monologue Luttazzi xD

Mouth

Daniel was enjoying himself, he was having fun like crazy and you could see three miles away.
Mark bit his lip below: how the heck did he keep a serious attitude to one that you talked about anal sex without hesitation in front of thousands of people?
Luttazzi looked at him and concluded his illuminating metaphor and on his forehead in red letters it read "Guess who I'm talking."
Marco snorted, amused and slightly annoyed, but returned the look without a shadow of accusation: that moment when Daniel was enjoying it until the last and certainly would not have been him to ruin.
She watched while gesticulating, alternating speeches long and intricate sentences in effect breaks and calculated in detail, with audience cheering like crazy.
\u0026lt;were eight years waiting for this moment.>
Daniel was doing the full.

\u0026lt;I do not look at you like a cockroach squashed by Mother Teresa.> Marco muttered just got into the car, Daniel at the helm who was grinning like a maniac.
'When did I ever nominated?> He asked with an innocent and set in motion and sped at full speed.
The shouting of the crowd outside the Land Rover Arena was still loud and clear, sounding their horns wildly and many roads were jammed, Daniel opted for the streets pocketed.
\u0026lt; At least you know what my hotel?> Asked a bit 'worried about Mark.
\u0026lt;My. Simple, right?>
\u0026lt;Michele had not told me we'd be, too.>
\u0026lt;Do you want to put the pleasure of surprise? I also thought I could expect naked in your room, but it would probably be too much for you.>
Mark forced himself to look out the window to not show your flush.
\u0026lt;We got it.> Community Daniele approaching.
\u0026lt;I did not really want to go to the hotel.> Whispered the other, looking at a streetlight the cold light cleared the way for a while.
\u0026lt;I can always fuck you here, if you prefer, but I thought you liked the seats more comfortable.> Luttazzi grinned leaning toward him and kissing his neck.
Marco felt blush even more as she turned her head and looked the other lips.
\u0026lt;I missed you.> Confessed just separated from Daniel, who in reply grinned even more.
\u0026lt;You know, not only to return to the sender if the shit tonight I came here in Bologna.> Answered before you get back the mouth of Mark.

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So as not to hear your voice [Wolves / Labor]

Title: So as not to hear your voice
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Maurizio Lupi, Marco Travaglio, Michele Santoro
Pairing: Wolves / Travaglio
Prompt: Torture
Rating: faded yellow?
Warnings: political PDLini and Wolves! POV, crack! Pairing, slash, flash-fic.
Author Notes: written some time ago for the drabble tree of Nothing, is set during the 2009/2010 season Annozero ...
and it's all fruit of my passion for the damn crack! pairing and my masochism that leads me to shipp people with adorable guys disgusting. _. Okay, it will pass. A little comment is always welcome \u0026lt;3

So as not to hear your voice

His voice was annoying, it was a torture. The voice of queer, from which it was fucking pussy she could not completely follow the thread, but it was sure it was full of insults and malice against him.
After all did not expect anything more from someone like Travaglio.
not immediately understood that he was kissing, that is, that it was filed forward to kiss that ... that ... he was wrong even associate the word "journalist".
imagined the face of Labor in that moment, shocked, appalled, but did not open his eyes, he could not bear the scene, we waited for a moment that the other slaps him, but nothing happened.
they separated, and finally Wolves decided to open their eyes: Labor's face was unreadable.
\u0026lt;Why did you do?>
Wolves swallowed.
\u0026lt;not only hear your voice.>
Mark licked his lips, when Michael was about to answer them called, the break was over, was about to start Annozero.
Wolves are grim following the Labor back in the studio: this time he had done it.