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CZ Halloween [20 Oct 2016|01:44am]

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On behalf of aliensouldream, who has some trouble with her posting access, or so it seems:






A little reminder for upcoming Casey Zeke Trick or Treat. No sign-ups, but if the muse is howling, awesome. Sweet or sour, chilling or cute, all are wickedly delicious. Post in your journal from Hallow's Eve (Oct 31), or whenever you can. Good hunting, all!

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Jewel - C/Z, G [01 Jul 2016|04:16pm]

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This one's for mollyringle.


Jewel
by Serai


There must have been a time when his father loved him...





Chapter 38 of High Contrast
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The Book of Love - C/Z, Tinyfic [07 Jun 2016|10:12am]

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Casey reads carefully, every word clear, while Zeke's voice runs with abandon over the lines, expression intense but skipping words and phrases here and there, changing the meaning while keeping the heart.

When Casey sings, it's like a shy angel opening to the sun, but Zeke sings with a dark, husky tone, pain hiding in the verses, hope drowned in the chorus.

Casey's gift is graven in light and shadow, the only thing that endures, while Zeke's gift is written in lines of fire, a brand that fades from Casey's skin without his touch.

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Saturday - C/Z, R [05 Jun 2016|10:45am]

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Saturday
by Serai


Saturday has been Zeke's processing day since he first started cooking and selling scat. He spends a few hours in the boathouse, usually in the afternoon, emptying the end receptacle of his rig, grinding the contents to a fine powder, and then packaging it using the big boxes of cheap Bics he picks up at the Walmart on 8th Street. When that's done and he has his weekly inventory ready, he spends some time cleaning the rig piece by piece, unplugging or unscrewing each component and washing it with care. The whole thing has to be spotless for the next batch, because Zeke doesn't hold with impurities in his product. Sure, it's a shit excuse for a drug, but it's well-made shit, and that's what his customers expect. Not that they'd know the difference, but he has his pride.

He's gotten a late start today, though, and he's still finishing up lunch when the doorbell rings...





Chapter 37 of High Contrast.


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Snake - C/Z, R [05 Jun 2016|10:43am]

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Warning: this one gets into a dark place. So be prepared.






Snake


Casey stands at the kitchen window, looking out into the night. The moonlight washes the branches of the oak at the boathouse's door, flickering in the leaves. It pours through the glass, lighting the pale tiles. The moon's face looks down at him, with that expression that he's always wished was gentle concern, as if there were someone watching over him. He knows it's not so, but he wishes it were...






Chapter 36 of High Contrast
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Dawn - C/Z, R, Tinyfic [05 Jun 2016|10:39am]

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Off naemi's prompt: morning sex






Dawn


He arches his back and moans, the sizzling rush of water pounding his skin, hands gripping his hips, holding him steady as the sweet, rich madness of orgasm barrels down on him. Words echo in his ears (love you, love you so much) and he cries out, wet soft lips warm mouth sucking him, pushing him up, up into the light, endless light, brilliant pulsing in time with his slamming heartbeat and and and...

Even as it fades, Casey reaches out for it, trying desperately to catch hold, drag it back, stay in that light forever, but it's gone, gone... gone, leaving him gasping and cold in the rising dawn, the sound of the California surf sighing softly through the window, and his arms tremble as they close around the space where once a lover lay warm in his arms.






Part 35 of High Contrast

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Buckeye - Z/C, PG-13, Tinyfic [05 Jun 2016|10:36am]

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Buckeye


Jim lies in his bunk, hands behind his head, listening to his cellmate jerk off in the dark. The kid keeps his movements slow and his breath tightly controlled, but there's nothing wrong with Jim's hearing, and the final, choked whisper (casey), a rare nugget of information, makes him smile. He adds "heartbroken" to the list after "smart" and "ruthless", decides it's a promising mix for a con man, and makes up his mind to offer Zeke a job.


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Midnight - C/Z, PG-13 [05 Jun 2016|10:28am]

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Midnight


Zeke stands with his head pressed against the kitchen cabinet, looking down at the glass of water on the counter, the glass of water he can't drink. He rubs his eyes. How many times has he stood here, like this - up against the counter, looking down? His throat closes. Right now the moonlight is shining through the glass, making a faint shadow on the grey tile. Ripples mar the surface as first one droplet hits, then another.

He's tired of this. He wants to sleep straight through the night. He wants to go out to the lake. He wants to look at things in the moonlight. He wants to be what he once was. At least that was known, he understood its contours. He knew the map, but now the terrain has changed. Hours and days and weeks pile up before him, and the color is bled out of his life the way the moon has bled it out of his kitchen.

He wants his mind back. He wants his body back. He wants himself back.

He thinks about making scat. He thinks about the gun. He thinks about Casey's skin, and how his mouth tasted of water, and he's only just now realized it.





Chapter 34 of High Contrast

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Answer - C/Z, NC-17 [05 Jun 2016|10:25am]

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Answer
by Serai


The breeze off the lake moves through the sycamore's branches, creating flashes of green and gold, flickering and dancing in Casey's eyes. He shifts his head as he lies in the grass, smiling a little as the sunlight plays its games. Tipping his head back, he stretches his spine and then relaxes again. "Zeke?", he says...


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Walk - C/Z, R [05 Jun 2016|10:20am]

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Different Zeke, different Casey. I have no idea where this came from.





Walk
by Serai


"Yeah!"

The voice responding to his knock was the same, no doubt about it: husky and dark, nonchalant, not even bothering to invite in whoever was outside. So this whole thing hadn't been wishful thinking, or mistaken identity, or a lookalike twin. Casey shook his head and laughed to himself as he opened the door, to be taken aback by the sight that greeted him...


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Welcome - Z/C, NC-17 [05 Jun 2016|10:17am]

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Welcome
by Serai


Casey backs up against the door as Zeke leans into him. He’s still hot and shaky from the ride over, from the dirty little interlude behind the gas station, but even so, he’s on guard as well. He can’t completely trust this guy, not yet. Still, here he is, overshadowed by that long, sinuous body and hot, amused look. The soft lips graze his...





Chapter 33 of High Contrast.

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Three tinyfics - "Igloo", "Towards", "London" - Z/C, PG-13 - R [05 Jun 2016|10:15am]

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3 more tinyfics, each 3 sentences long. Off prompts from fffc.




Igloo


Casey hangs up the phone and shivers, watching through the window as the wild wind pours endless snow onto the frozen street, driveway, walk. This house always feels chilly, and now the winter cold seals it like a castle of ice.

But he knows where the warmth is, and heads upstairs to the arms and lips and heart of fire waiting for him under the blankets, in their hot little shelter of adoration and sex.





Towards


Zeke watches those pale-shell eyelids flicker back and forth as the dream chases Casey through the night. Rapid breaths, light and panicked - what's after you, buddy? - and an occasional fragment of a moaned word finally make Zeke lean over the trembling lips, cover them with a slow kiss, draw him out of the darkness with wet heat and a welcoming embrace. If he can't defeat the monsters behind him, at least he can give Casey something to run towards.





London


"So tell me," Casey demands as he shoves Zeke back onto the bed and climbs up onto his body, "what was it like?" kissing him frantically until Zeke pushes up and rolls them both over.

"Damp," Zeke gasps, coming up for air, "and cold," his hands running over Casey's skin, "and those fucking depressing grey skies, and I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel every night so I could picture you naked and jerk off," now he's growling, thrusting hard against Casey with each word, feverish, hungry, "thinking about fucking you."

Casey grabs at Zeke's ass and shoves back, groans, "Good thing they let you come home early," pushes his hand between them and into Zeke's jeans, taking hold of his dick, hard in his hand, hot, god yeah c'mere missed this missed you, "'cause after two weeks, you're not the only one going insane," and they fall into each other, the cold and solitude already a distant memory.

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Mouse - Z/C, PG-13 [05 Jun 2016|10:09am]

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Mouse
by Serai


Casey jumped as Zeke's hand slapped the door of his open locker. "Casey," he said, his voice lowering into that tone, the one that made anyone around him tense up a notch. The one that said the claws were out, and Zeke was going to scratch somebody...





Chapter 32 of High Contrast

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Fast - Z/C, R, Tinyfic [24 May 2016|05:59pm]

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Here's another one of those little 3-line things. This one off the prompt: fast.


Fast

It's been a month, and Casey is nearly frantic. There's only so much he can take, aching to use his hand, and his frustration is tripled by having to see Zeke in the halls every day, that infuriating little smile on his face as he plays another of his mindfuck games. The feel of those laughing lips on his, talented fingers tightening painfully in his hair and the rough whisper, "Not until I say," all sear his dreams, and in the middle of the night he clutches his pillow to keep from disobeying, his futile thoughts of revenge no comfort against the knowledge of being owned.

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Almost - Tinyfic, PG-13 [24 May 2016|05:59pm]

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Written in response to naemi's prompt, "mundane".



Almost


Pretty, pretty, her pale red hair shines in the sunlight, and she looks at him with sweet, inviting tenderness. No one's ever looked at him that way before, at least not that he knows of, making him feel he could love her the way her eyes say she loves him. But her arms are slender and delicate, her hands too gentle, and Casey knows that mouth would never bite.

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Glow - C/Z, NC-17 [24 May 2016|05:42pm]

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Glow
by Serai


Casey looks down at Zeke, and bites his lip at the sight of that body doubled underneath him, all that hard strength opened willingly for him. Zeke's skin shines with the sweat breaking out over his body, luscious and brightening in the slowly rising dawn. The dark golden eyes are staring out blindly...




Chapter 31 of High Contrast
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Chasm - Z/C, NC-17 [24 May 2016|05:34pm]

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Chasm
by Serai


Zeke leans his head against the tiles of the handicapped stall. He got rid of Erik and Ted as quickly as possible, and then slipped in here to try and deal with what he's just seen. The cold tiles feel good in a distant way, as his mind reels and heart pounds...





Part 30 of High Contrast

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Shower - Z/C, NC-17 [24 May 2016|05:30pm]

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Shower
by Serai



“You’re certifiable, you know that?” Zeke’s leaning against the tiled wall, arms crossed. He wishes for the hundredth time that he could see the way Casey does, because he has no idea what the guy’s going for here.

“Shut up,” Casey answers, smiling down from his perch on the ladder...





Part 29 of High Contrast
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Steam - Z/C, NC-17 [24 May 2016|05:28pm]

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Been a while since I updated my links here...


Steam
by Serai



The road rolls away under Mother's wheels, slush spraying against her undercarriage. Casey can hear it, a faint tss tss tss sound under the roar of the GTO's bitch engine. The sky is pale gray, its light lying over the white landscape like a soft whisper of a blanket. He chews his lip a little, hoping the air will stay clear. It isn't supposed to snow again until Monday, but you never know...




Part 28 of High Contrast.

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CZ Xmas Box [04 Nov 2015|11:13pm]

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