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Hello and welcome to all our new watchers! We're really excited you're all here with us. Watching the comm means you're first to find out about any new fic that gets posted. While we pimp elsewhere eventually, we don't always get to that straight away, either due to circumstances or simply because we choose not to do so immediately.

This is the case here. I have six short ficlets for your pleasure, to be posted over the next six days. I will not be linking these outside the comm until after they are all posted so you get to be here for the premiere.

The ficlets were written as a [livejournal.com profile] help_pakistan assignment for my lovely co-author [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666  and, as per her request, give glimpses to backgrounds and 'early days' of some of pairings and characters.

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Title: swear to shake it up if you swear to listen
Author: Mistress Kat / [livejournal.com profile] kat_lair 
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 560
Disclaimer: See Community Introduction Post
Warnings/enticements: mild d/s dynamic, see Community Introduction Post for further information
Summary: First meeting.

Author notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 as part of the [livejournal.com profile] help_pakistan auction. Beta by the illustrious [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare. Title obviously from The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage by Panic! At The Disco, became I'm lame.




The Pride festival is loud and colourful; like a giant bird of paradise, Brendon thinks, ready to take flight at any moment. He feels simultaneously right at home and completely out of his depth, wandering wide-eyed around the market stalls. It takes him three attempts that turn into mock casual strolls past the one selling sex toys before he finally plucks up the courage to duck under the canvas awning for a closer look.

There are various contraptions, the purpose of which Brendon can’t even begin to guess at and a row of dildos, each bigger than the last. He gives them a wide berth, instead drifting towards the wall display of leather accessories tucked away in the corner. Hesitantly, Brendon runs his hand over the different kinds of collars, fingers trailing over buckles and decorative braiding. He finally picks up a pair of cuffs, thick and utilitarian, works open the fastening and quickly, almost furtively, presses his wrist inside.

The leather feels surprisingly soft, yet unyielding as Brendon surreptitiously rubs his skin against it. He wonders what it would be like to wear them for real; to be bound and helpless, writhing while someone— He jumps, dropping the cuffs as a hand lands on his arm; long fingers, broad palm, several bracelets.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” someone says from behind Brendon and the hand is quickly withdrawn.

Brendon turns around and sees a skinny guy about his age and height looking at him from under his cap. He’s wearing at least three scarves and has delicate features, although some instinct tells Brendon that there is nothing fragile about the boy, not really.

“Just wanted to say that you can probably get those cuffs for two thirds of the price if you order them online,” the guy continues. He shrugs, smiling: “But it’s a good choice. You seemed unsure.”

“Yeah, I...” Brendon blushes, barely stopping himself from blurting out that this is the first time he’s even touched something like this. Although, Brendon is pretty sure the guy already knows that, judging from the way he’s smirking. It’s amused, but not mean, and Brendon feels himself relax.

“Hi, I’m Ryan.” The guy offers his hand properly this time and Brendon shakes it, giving his own name in return.

“You here on your own?” Ryan asks and then looks horrified at himself. “Oh my god, that sounded totally skeevy, didn’t it? I swear I don’t make a habit of cruising guys whilst buying sex toys.”

Brendon raises his eyebrows, grinning, and Ryan’s eyes widen further.

“Not that I’m cruising you! Or buying sex toys or meaning to imply that you are buying sex toys... Although, if you were, that would be totally cool too.”

Brendon has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Ryan looks a little like he’s expecting Brendon to call security any second now, so he decides to put him out of his misery.

“Just browsing,” Brendon says. “But you sound like you know something about these things.” He picks up the pair of cuffs again, breathless with his own bravery. “Maybe you could help me out here?”

Just like that Ryan’s smirk is back; knowing and confident. Brendon finds the switch of emotions fascinating, instinctively leaning closer to push the cuffs into Ryan’s hands.

“Maybe I could at that,” Ryan says and takes them.


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