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Title: He just wants to play...
Author: Patti - yep, that's me
Beta: Nicole - thanks so much again, baby. Flowers, chocolate and big hugs to you.
Disclaimer: It's all a big, bad lie. I wouldn't wish this to anyone, but it's fun to write.

Pairing: Bela/?
Rating: heavy R
Warning: more or less implied non-con
Summary: Farin wakes up in a hotel room - Did he know what he was doing – what he had been doing?

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The hotel door slammed shut. It startled and woke me up. Bela stumbled over to my bed, staggering, feet unsteady on the carpet. A bottle of beer was clamped into his hand – I didn’t want to know how many of them he’d had before, or what else he had – I could smell his breath from this distance, reeking of alcohol and something I couldn’t identify.

“You should’ve seen me, Jan!” he crowed when he bumped against a bedpost. His eyes were unfocused, veiled by too many drugs he’d been popping. “…Should’ve seen me, really. I was the king. The best…I fucked him right there. Right over that billiard table… Should’ve seen the faces of the others when I bent him over and just rammed in him dry. It was fucking incredible; and the way he screamed…”
© Patti/slash kitten

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