If Kou hadn't asked him if he knew a way to die that felt good, they probably never would have gotten to this point. Here they are though, a little fucked up, but they're getting off just the same.

Bloody blow jobs are a questionable way to get off.

Five times Gon and Killua shared a bed as children, and the one time they did it when they were older.

The one where Abe is a forest spirit, and Mihashi is the human that falls in love with him.

Oikawa takes Kageyama's fingers into his mouth and this is how he's going to start taking Kageyama apart.

There was no worry, not when Sebastian smiled at him as he passed him a plate of food. Between the two of them, they could figure it out.

Sometimes it's nice to try new things in a relationship and Lindsay picked something new that they could all agree on. Or, Lindsay pegs Gavin for the first time and Michael enjoys the show. Roosterteeth.

Malik knew Altaïr was like him, someone so ingrained in blood that it sometimes seemed that that was all they were. They were predators, hunters, monsters, and other descriptors that people tended to put upon people like them. Serial Killer AU.

During Altaïr's second visit to Jerusalem on his quest to gain back his status, Malik tends to his injuries.

The first time Malik returns to their bed after the accident that caused him to lose his arm. Modern day AU.

Journeyman shenanigans.

Altaïr interrupts Malik from his work, but for the two of them, it's never as simple as that. There's always something itching under the surface, ready to turn into a battle of wills.

Leaving him with a newborn, doesn't seem like an ideal option to Malik, but Altaïr has to disagree with him on that thought.

They've spent their lives in a constant state of flux and they've somehow ended up here. And Malik can't ignore the hand on his throat, the way the fingers splay over the skin, like they belong there.

There is a house in London. There is nothing special about this house, nothing that would make it stand out to the passing eye. It's deceptive, easily hiding away the memories of the lives of two international criminals.

Jim never did see it coming, but that was the point, wasn't it? They would play their games, watching the tension build until they gave it one last parting kiss and watched it shatter apart. That was the fun; the tense, trembling moment before the climax.

Nothing needs to be said in the early mornings where touch is enough.

The mind has many rooms, filled with memories and dreams. Sometimes it opens these rooms in an attempt to prepare and heal.

The world is whipping past: disappearing behind a hundred miles an hour and two thousand pounds of European engineering. Not a word is spoken, but the meaning is clear: 'I'd follow you too'.