Hasn't been a huge amount of content lately. Posting things I'm pretty sure haven't been on /coq/ yet.

HERE YOU GO FAGS. IT'D MAKE MORE SENSE IF YOU READ MY RP LOGS BUT THEY ARE LONGER THAN HANNA'S DICK.

ALSO SEX COMES NEXT PART.

Edit: TYPO. LOL


The video started innocently enough, just a camera going through a well lit apartment into a bedroom where the lights were a little bit brighter and Lamont was standing, in jeans, by a tripod, fiddling with the thing and cursing it a bit.

“Fucking… It won‘t… Okay. There.” Lamont stood back admiring his handy work when he noticed the camera, “Hey.” A soft smile played across his lips before his eyebrows furrowed in amusement.

“Is that thing on?” He asked, walking closer.

“Yeah, man. I finally got the fucker to work.” A voice could be heard from off camera, but it was louder, proving to be whoever held the camera.

“I can‘t fucking believe it. Well done.” He said, stopping in front of it, “I got the tripod all ready to go. So, whenever you‘re good. We‘re set.” The camera shook a little as whoever was carrying it walked over and placed it on the tripod. The angle was set at the bed and, before long, a toned, lanky frame, pulled Lamont into view. The pair sat down on the bed revealing the camera man as Veser, who was wearing a pair of tightish jeans.

“Okay, so, I‘m Veser,” he said, motioning towards his chest, “And this is my man, Monty.” He threw an arm over Lamont’s shoulders, earning himself a nervous smile and a slight blush.

“Last night I decided, ‘Our sex is so great, we should share it with the world. Or at least you.’” He pointed at the screen addressing the viewer, “So, we dug out a camera and a tripod, got some 100 watt bulbs and bought an economy-sized bottle of lube special for the occasion.” He motioned at the items in order, first the camera, then the ceiling and finally pulled out a huge bottle of Eros lubrication.

“We intend to use all of it.” He said with a grin at Lamont, which was returned with a similar one, “And I, personally, intend to come at least three times.” Lamont laughed at this, watching Veser with a sidelong glance. Veser glanced back over at him.

“Monty, you‘re so quiet. Say something.” He said with a filthy smile. Lamont glanced at him and then at the camera.

“I‘m just along for the ride.” He conceded to the camera, turning back to look at Veser, “But if we stick to the ‘script‘, I should probably come twice.” He laughed nervously again.

“Way to make me look like an undersexed teen, you jerk.” Veser scoffed, elbowing him, but smiling. He leaned in, talking as if to the audience, “He‘ll come three times too.” Lamont’s voice could be heard chuckling in the background.

“I‘d tell you the break down, but where‘s the fun in that?” Veser continued, smiling at the camera. He walked back over to where Lamont was sitting, straddling him and baring his teeth in a devious grin, “You ready to get this thing going?” He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss, both sets of lips parting so their tongues could play in the other’s mouth.

They remained like that for a moment, sucking at each other’s tongues, nipping at lips, before Veser started a slow rocking on Lamont’s hips, pulling a groan out of the older man.

When they finally parted, Lamont glanced at the camera and then back to Veser.

“Let’s do this before I change my mind.” He said, looking at Veser with want written all over his face.

“It‘ll be my pleasure to start us off.”

AND IT BEGIIIINS~


“So for round one, Monty here is going to get some head.” Veser was on his knees between Lamont’s legs as the other sat on the edge of the bed. The camera was tilted just so that it fit Lamont and Veser in perfectly, no close-ups or moving shots, unfortunately, but it was still in a good angle to record exactly what Veser was doing.

“I give the best blowjobs.” Veser said to the camera, turning to look up at Lamont, and continued, “Don‘t I?”

Lamont looked at the camera and said, “Heh heh… He really does” in such a conversational tone, you’d think they were talking about Veser making awesome pancakes.

Veser unbuttoned Lamont’s pants slowly, pulling out his mostly hard dick with a greedy look on his face. He said something low in his throat to Lamont*, apparently forgetting to speak up for the camera. But obviously it was hot because Lamont moaned and replied back, “I know… Shit…”

Veser slipped his mouth down around him in one quick motion, sucking hard as he jerked his head back up in an almost violent wrench.

“Ahh! Fucking… Christ…” Lamont gritted out, hand farthest from the camera moving to tangle in Veser’s hair, “Suck it like you need it… Fuck…”

Veser was all too happy to oblige, pulling back to suck on the tip hard, making soft sucking noises as he moved his head up and down.

“Mmnnh… Fuck… You‘re so fucking… good at this… Fucking slut… Get lots of practice… Don‘t you?”

“Mnh-hn…” Veser moaned in response, looking up at Lamont as he slid his lips down to deep throat him, swallowing and sucking around him.

“Ah! God, fuck!” Lamont screamed as Veser did something inside his mouth, only a grin showing on the outside, “Oh shit…”

Veser pulled his mouth off Lamont, causing him to groan in disappointment, but buck up when the younger set to running circles over the tip of his dick. Under the flare, into the slit, down the middle and the veins, moving a hand to pump at the moist dick, the hand in his hair pulling and balling into a fist and releasing.

“Yeah… Fuck, Veser… You could… Ah… Take those talents to the streets… Shit…”

“Like you‘d let me.” Veser said before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking hard.

“Nnh! Fuck no!” Lamont growled back at him, hand cupping his head as he bucked a little into the tight suction, “You’re fucking… Mine.”

Veser hummed around him thoughtfully, sending vibrations through his dick. Lamont’s chest pressed forward at the sensation.

“Ah! Aren‘t you… Little bitch…” He asked, pressing Veser’s head down. Veser let him, opening his mouth wide and sliding his tongue out over his lower row of teeth. Lamont apparently took that as a yes.

“Ohh… Fuck yes you are…” He moved Veser’s head up and down quickly, putting a hand behind him to give him leverage for some thrusting hard into the teen’s mouth.

One of Veser’s hands slipped to his waist, pushing his pants down a little to release his dick from the confines of his jeans. Muffled moans poured out of his throat as he pumped his dick in time with Lamont’s thrusts into his mouth. Lamont looked down, groaning loudly at the sight.

“You love getting… Hnn… Your face fucked… Fucking whore… Don‘t you…” Lamont growled out, pushing Veser down harder and thrusting up, eyes forcing themselves open to half-lidded to watch the amazing show going on between his legs. Veser writhed his tongue in the back of his mouth against the underside of Lamont’s dick, or something else magical apparently, because Lamont bucked up hard, gripping Veser’s hair in his hand and pulling him back, off his dick.

“Fuck.” Lamont moaned, “You’re gonna make me come too fast if you keep that shit up.” Veser’s chest jutted out as if his whole body was being held back by his hair, swollen lips turning up at the sides to send a lusty grin Lamont’s way.

“You like it that much?” Veser teased, stroking at himself while staring up at Lamont, glazed eyes flickering from face to dick.

Lamont said something back in a hushed voice*, inaudible to the camera. Veser groaned in response and pulled forward against the grip on his hair, Lamont’s dick just out of reach of his mouth.

“Then let me go…” Veser moaned, hand moving faster between his legs. Lamont let him go and immediately Veser went to work, swallowing him up and bobbing his head fast, free hand reaching between his legs to gently squeeze his balls.

“Oh fuck, Veser!” Lamont shouted, the hand on the bed twisting the sheets in a fist, throaty moans tumbling out of his mouth, hips jerking up spastically as his whole body trembled.

They went on like that for a while; Veser’s lips glossy with spit and moans pouring out of both of them, while Lamont clung to the sheets and watched, eyes growing hazy and flickering all over Veser, from his mouth to his dick. Suddenly, desperation crept into the whines coming out of Lamont.

“Hnn… I‘m… Oh fuck… I‘m so fucking close…” He groaned, “God fucking… Take it… Fuck! Swallow every fucking drop…”

Lamont arched up into Veser with an almost pained grunt, holding Veser’s head down as he emptied into his mouth.

Veser swallowed around his sensitive dick, eking out a muffled yelp from the man above him, who slowly let the tension slide out of his hand, resting it on Veser’s head in an affectionate manner. He flopped back on the bed, panting and trying to catch his breath.

Veser pulled off of him, licking one long trail up Lamont’s softening dick and then licking his lips, turning to smile at the camera, saying, “Lamont, one. Veser, zero. Let‘s get me some points in while Monty takes a breather.” He stood, flopping on the bed beside Lamont and purring in his ear, “Do you think you can lend a hand?”

“Oh… I can… definitely… do that…” He said between breaths as Veser got up to rearrange the camera to display the full, huge bed.

Veser crawled up, lingering over Lamont a moment to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “Ready when you are, loverboy.”

“Let‘s do this.”

* “I can‘t wait to suck your dick. Always tastes fucking delicious. I fucking love it.”
** “You know I do… Fucking love everything you do…”

http://vert-is-ninja.deviantart.com/art/Mercy-Kill-149264187
https://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/src/128193870831.png

DEM HIPS 8I

>>55129
I LIKED THIS PICTURE BETTER WHEN HE HAD THAT FACE ON HIS ASS.
:I

loljk, good job Manty.



...Polite sage for no actual content...

>>55129
Gold.

>>55138

YOU MEAN THIS ONE? 8I <3

>>55151
I-I... I can't stop staring...

>>55031 >>55050
Make this happen forever.

Hello! Who is this artist please?

>>55140
AWESOME.
<3


Also?
Have an accurate representation of Zommies dick.
Careful, it may cause mental scarring.

>>55211

I think it's ";", I know they have a dA but I forgot what it is.

>>55227

This is amazing and can kill scores of zombanna fangirls. I approve and consider it truth.

>>55227
'Scuse me while I go HURK and cry myself to sleep. (where did you FIND that?) I...still ship it, oh god, but mostly because I'm pretty good at a) not thinking about it and b) working around it.

This reminds me of a toy vendor I saw once with tentacle and alien sculpts. Oh, the (startlingly wide) world of custom dildos.

>>55227

Zombie's in pretty good shape, so it would probably at least not be rotting and covered in maggots. And the cuts would probably be sewn up. Could he still feel it if his dick got hurt?

>>55258

brb laughing forever

I will never ever tire of these fags

>>55293

I hope not

Does this comic not have a forum or what? 40 threads is ridiculous.

>>55151

THE WORLD NEEDS SO MUCH MORE OF THIS

>>55299

The forum isn't gay enough.

>>55293
Don't you ever! <3

>>55299
Because you can totally post gay porn on the forum.

>>55299

GET THE FUCK OUT

NOW

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uToAG7PUs8U
Dat Worth.

>>55398
FAGGOTSSSSSS

>>55398

I LOVE THIS SO FREAKING MUCH

>>55398

OH GOD I LOLED

>>55398

i am DYING FOREVER

>>55398
I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED WATCHING THIS

>>55398
This guy is my hero. <3
Also, I drew a Lamont.

>>55416 I am in love with you. No. Lie.

>>55398
This is amazing.
>>55416
And this is delicious.

>>55398
Woah, that guy's spot on. I kinda wish they hadn't drawn on his forehead creases though, he doesn't really need a whole lot of makeup to look like Worth. Good dark circles though.
>>55416
Helloooo, gorgeous! That might be the sexiest Lamont I've ever seen. <3

>>55398

Holy fuck oh my god. This was beautiful.

(I agree with Magpie though--they didn't need to draw the creases)

Hey, anyone has a Worth fanfic recommendation? I joined the fandom late and frankly, the lj community has horrible navigation system with regards to tagging.

>>55416
Wow, I love the bruises. So beautiful <3

durrdurr DON'T YA LOVE HIM COQ. ISNT HE SO DESU~CUTE!

(btw, i'm feel "bad" for never showing my face around here. been "writing" and whenever I want to "troll" irc, my computer blows up. /eventually/ you'll see actual content from me)

hey, any way to get to the old threads? Anyone saving/archiving the threads? The archive system doesn't work in /coq/. :T

Sage for no real content but I thought you guys would get a kick from this.

>>55398

Holy shit.
This is a masterpiece.

tallllllllllllllc

do you have a lj? i'm in love with your pedo fics and i need more.

>>55432
I would recommend this one by faor: http://o0o-faor-o0o.livejournal.com/51853.html?view=539277#t539277

FUCKING. HNG.

>>55432
Try looking a couple threads back in here; there's a link to the fic rec list (which, haha, I can't find in lj community go figure)

I'd recommend He's an Animal
http://not-a-doctors-name.deviantart.com/gallery/?26003349#/d2pd3ea

Seriously, I laughed. I cried. It's wonderful

Duckworth. We were all thinking it.

>>55599
I'm still working on compiling the rec list (all that's really left is coding and overcoming my own laziness) but the post where you can find other people's recommendations to me is here: http://community.livejournal.com/hinabn/101984.html

>>55597
BRB FAPPING FOREVER. Dear god, hot ot3 is hot.

This thread needs more sexyples

Have you ever wondered what exactly was up with that scar on Hanna's chest, who Zombie was before he died, and who Abner is, exactly? Well, so have we. And we intend to find out.

This is a roleplay community based around answering those key questions in the comic and exploring the world of Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name as far as we can take it. We're here to play around with the comic, but to also elaborate on it. So, if you want to find out just what's going on between Lamont and Adelaide, come play with us. We can't promise to predict where the comic is going, but we'll take you on one hell of a trip.

http://community.livejournal.com/xinvestigations/profile

Worth if he were a fabulous gay slut.

>>55766
Oy, those arms.

Worth is much better off on paper. ._.

>>55464

FFFFF. Thanks! XD

Noooo... I don't have an LJ. Sorry. :C

I have a yGal though... it's at http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/anontalc/

I haven't written pedo stuff in a while though...

I should do that. <:D

For Noora

>>55903

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSILU MANG

Guhhh, time to stop agonizing over this and fucking post it already. Long, and not (yet) containing porn but bringing us right up to where it will obviously happen. AND IT WILL HAPPEN even if I am slow as holy fuck

Contains: drinkin', fightin', and a gay unicorn joke. Continued from >>52656

* * * *



Part II: Worth

The fluorescent light flickered and buzzed overhead, somehow managing to make the tiny bathroom feel even more claustrophobic---as if the walls moved in during those split-seconds of darkness and jumped back as soon as the light returned. Worth held his hands under the rusty faucet, caught the icy water in his palms and brought it up to his face. He glanced up to the mirror and was transfixed for a moment by the way the droplets ran down his gaunt cheeks. He cocked his head to the side to alter their courses, following their individual paths for a moment before losing interest and straightening up.

Fuck this, he thought bitterly. It was time for a drink---no sense in letting the night go to waste moping about like prissy little One-Fanged Wonder. It had been half an hour since Conrad had slammed the door to Worth's office behind him, leaving the doctor still leaning against his desk with a little blood drying on his wrist and a raging hard-on completely neglected in his pants. Ah well. It was a thin line he walked with the vampire----push just enough and Conrad would give him everything he wanted. Push too hard, even a hair over the edge, and he'd be gone.

Worth was pretty sure he'd been getting better at it lately, but apparently tonight he'd tripped up. Figured that it would have been something about Conrad's mother that would set him off. He could barely even remember what he'd said, only that Conrad had pulled back in shock and stared at him for a few seconds before delivering a (delightfully hard) punch to Worth's gut, shouting something at him and turning tail.

Frustrated, Worth had sat on his desk for a few minutes staring at the back of his office door, then heaved a sigh and lit up a cigarette. He'd wrapped the bloody bite mark up in a fresh bandage and then sat down to try to get a little work done, but Connie running off in the middle of what was quite probably (according to his dick, anyway) gearing up to be great sex had put him in a foul mood, and he was having more than the usual amount of trouble concentrating.

He flicked the light off in the bathroom and stepped out into the hallway adjoining his front office, then took a left into the back room where he kept most of his things and the dirty old mattress he slept on. The “medicine” cabinet was running a little low---he'd have to talk to Monty about that. There was nothing---from hospital supplies to arcane herbs to hard liquor---that that man did not traffic in. Everything had its price, of course, but Lamont wasn't a hard man to bargain with. Turning the key in the lock (some things were worth protecting), he surveyed his collection, eyes finally landing on a bottle of Jack Daniels that looked three quarters empty already. It'd do---just something to warm his belly and take the edge off the mixture of annoyance and arousal he still felt. Goddamn undead yuppie.

Six or seven shots later, Worth leaned his head back against the wall behind his desk, chair tipped back precariously on two legs and feet propped up on a pile of papers. Ash drifted down to the floor from the cigarette dangling between bony, nicotine-stained fingers. He let his eyes fall shut, relishing the warm glow, and wondered idly what Conrad was doing.

Oh, mother'a Christ, his thoughts derailed in annoyance. What the fuck was he still thinking about him for? Ridiculous. Bloody fuckin' ridiculous, what that is. He let the chair fall forwards with a thud and reached for the bottle, only to find it empty save for a few dregs. He squinted angrily at it for a moment and then tipped its meager contents down his throat. With one last derisive glare at the empty vessel, Worth pitched the thing across the room, and the sound of it shattering against a filing cabinet brought only the ghost of a smile to his lips.

Before he had time to wonder whether or not he should try another bottle, there was a faint knock at the door. Worth quirked an eyebrow---apparently he wasn't the only one still musing over the night's earlier episode. Maybe Conrad could be persuaded to pick up where they'd left off, or maybe the vampire had just come back to shout at him some more. Even the latter was preferable to boredom.

Worth stood up (feeling the ground shift and sway only a little beneath him---after all these years, damn him if he couldn't hold his whiskey) and made his way around to the front of his desk. “Door's open,” he called out gruffly, flicking open his lighter and pulling another cigarette out of the pack in the front pocket of his coat.

The office door swung wide. The vampire who came through it---and there was no doubt in Worth's mind that he was a vampire---was a stranger. Tall and dark-skinned, dressed in a stylish brown blazer and black slacks, his lanky form seemed almost to vibrate with restless energy. He cocked his head to the side and smiled, all teeth and confidence, and Worth felt something in the pit of his stomach turn over. Whiny, repressed art-fag vampires he could handle. This, on the other hand, was something he did not want in his office, or anywhere near his person.

He took a long drag of the cigarette and straightened up a little, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Help you with somethin'?”

“Hope so, Doc,” the vampire grinned, red and white eyes (the fuck's wrong with the left one?) sizing up the other man. A pause, and then, “Right, manners, of course. Name's Casimiro.” He extended a hand, which Worth reluctantly took---the casual strength with which the vampire gripped and shook his hand made his stomach flip back over again.

“Enchanted,” the doctor muttered absent-mindedly. He could swear he'd heard the name somewhere, but he'd probably remember meeting somebody as...distinctive as this Casimiro.

“Pleasure's all mine,” and now the vampire was definitely leering at him, how was that for unsettling. “I've heard so much about you.”

Aww, fuck, and it clicked. “Monty?”

“That's him. Man's got more connections than the devil himself,” Casimiro replied, his eyes finally leaving Worth's to glance curiously around the office.

And a bigger mouth, Worth thought miserably. He couldn't remember when that conversation with Lamont had taken place, but his hazy mind managed to call up the basics---pair of rogue vampires, Casimiro and...Finas, he thought, sounded right. Dangerous. Particularly the tall one, with the...white eye. Shit. He wondered where the other one was, and how thankful (if at all) he should be that there was only one of them present. Why the fuck had Monty told them about him? He made a mental note to hit the bastard that much harder the next time he saw him.

“Right.” The doctor shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Even with the whiskey dragging slightly at the edges of his consciousness, he was sharp enough to be sizing up the situation. The small scalpel tucked into the sleeve of his coat would be of little use. His eyes drifted across the cracked tile floor and landed on the broken neck of the liquor bottle, maybe six or seven feet away. He knew he could be fast when he needed to be, but he wasn't an idiot—there was no way he could get there in time if the vampire made a move. “Well, any friend o' Monty's a friend o' mine,” he continued, with a smile that was more an assertive baring of teeth than a friendly gesture. He couldn't beat the vampire in that department, either, but Worth wasn't one to show any kind of weakness, particularly when faced with a predator.

“That's a relief,” Casimiro replied, meeting Worth's challenge with a display of his own wickedly pointed fangs. “Then you wouldn't say no to a little drink, with a friend? I hear you rarely say no to a drink.” The vampire laughed, a merciless, twisted sound.

Worth couldn't help but flinch, but he resisted the urge to back away, even as Casimiro took a step forward. “Think I've had my fill fer t'night,” he answered, meeting the other man's truly disturbing gaze.

“Not a problem,” Casimiro continued, advancing another few steps.

Well, if the vampire was done beating around the bush, so was he---Worth squared his shoulders defensively. “Ah-ah,” he chided. “I ain't yer martini. Think y've got the wrong man.”

Casimiro furrowed his brow and tilted his head, mocking confusion. “Really? 'Cause Lamont's not the only friend we have in common, Doc, and I don't think you've been turning him away.”

“Connie?” Worth blurted incredulously, cigarette tumbling from his open mouth. “The fuck're you on about?”

The vampire's devious grin fell slack, replaced by a look of impatience. “Don't fuck with me, Worth. I saw him tonight. Your scent was all over him.”

The doctor felt a brief pang of concern for the pathetic young vampire, and then shoved it back down into the well-hidden mental compartment where he stored anything compassionate having to do with Conrad. He had a pretty good feeling Connie was okay (at least as far as he was ever “okay”), but it did little to reassure Worth that his own much more vulnerable mortality wasn't on the line. “Yeah? Well 'm closed fer the night,” he scowled. “Better luck next time.”

Casimiro's eyes flashed angrily. “You gonna tell me you're open for some useless fucking weak-blood mistake? That spineless piece of shit's only got one good tooth.”

“An' you only got one good eye, pup, so I don't see much of a trade,” Worth shot back with a sneer, unable to restrain himself.

What came next happened so quickly it was a miracle that the slightly inebriated doctor could even follow the action, much less keep up. Casimiro's visage seemed to flicker, replaced for a second by something bone-white and monstrously deformed, and then his fist (claw?) was moving towards Worth's face in a violent blur. Worth dodged left at the last second, felt the rush of air against his cheek and then propelled himself clumsily forward in the direction of the broken bottle neck he'd been eyeing. The vampire was already turning, and deftly caught him by the fur collar of his coat as he made a lunge for the floor. Casimiro gave a hard tug backwards, but Worth let his arms go limp and kicked his body forwards, and the coat peeled off with a soft ripping sound. His favorite goddamn coat. Motherfucker'll pay for that, he thought murderously, but then the floor was rushing up to meet him.

The impact knocked the wind out of his chest and sent a shooting pain up his side, but he stretched his arm out and managed to close his fingers around the bottle neck, pulling it back and rolling over as Casimiro's shadow fell across him. Casimiro bent and clutched a fist-full of the front of Worth's shirt, yanking him back up to his feet as effortlessly as if the man were a rag doll. The doctor swung the broken glass in a glinting arc, aiming for the vampire's throat, but then somehow Casimiro was behind him. A powerful kick to the small of his back sent Worth stumbling across the room to sprawl over his desk, wind knocked out of him yet again and his makeshift weapon lost in the fray. Before he could recover enough to pull himself up, the vampire had a hold of both his wrists and was pressing him down onto the desk top, one arm twisted painfully behind his back. Checkmate.

>>55926

“You finished fucking around?” Casimiro hissed into his ear, wrenching his arm back and eliciting a sharp gasp.

“Did I---nngh---strike a nerve, princess?” A little blood trickled down where Worth's grin was mashed sideways onto the desk.

“You know, I think you got me confused with your little boyfriend. See, I have absolutely no problem drinking you dry right here and kicking your empty husk to the curb. But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun for either of us.”

As much fun as what? Worth wondered darkly. Adrenaline was surging through his system, mixing with the whiskey and making him giddy. He was aware of the way his body was beginning to respond to the pain and pressure applied by the other man, but his mind insisted that murderous psychotic stranger should really be more of a turn-off than anything. A man had to have some standards, right?

“So we can do this the easy way, or I can fucking kill you, but either way I'm getting what I want, understand?” Casimiro continued, punctuating the statement with another sharp twist of Worth's strained arm.

“An' who's to say y'won't kill me anyway?” Worth grimaced, shutting his eyes tight against the pain, even as some part of him thrilled at the intensity of the sensation.

Casimiro relaxed his grip. “I'm a man of my word, Doc. Don't you trust me?” he purred, and let go, sliding back off the other man like a snake recoiling.

Worth turned and rubbed at his sore limb. “S'pose I ain't got too much choice.” You knew this was going to happen, whispered something very far back in the shadows of his mind. You let it happen. He decided to ignore it. Certainly he could still get out of this, he just had to play along until the vampire's guard was down.

“That's the spirit.” Another smug grin, and then Casimiro shrugged off his blazer. “Now take off the shirt.”

“'Scuse me?”

“You got a hearing problem, old man? It comes off or it turns red. Up to you.” The vampire was undoing the buttons of his own dress shirt, and Worth stole a sidelong look at the smooth brown skin revealed. “Personally, I'd rather not have to dry clean this one.”

“Is it just me, or are all you vamps gayer'n a pack o' prancin' unicorns?” Worth muttered, turning away and lifting his faded black t-shirt up over his skinny shoulders begrudgingly.

There was a snort from behind him. “You've obviously never actually met a unicorn. Those fuckers'll gore you as soon as look at you.”

“Don't mean they ain't queer as—-fuck!” Worth flinched as a cold hand curved around his waist, pulling him sharply back against Casimiro's equally cool torso. The vampire's other hand snaked up and around to close on his jaw, wrenching his head sideways, and then he felt the lightest prick of fangs brush teasingly against his neck. Fangs, plural. How much more would it hurt? A flutter of anticipation and arousal caused his breath to hitch momentarily, even as the sober part of his mind reminded him that he must stay focused, must not get carried away. He could still make a break for it—-he had to make a break for it. It would be far too easy to die like this.

Never stopped you from having fun before, whispered that hidden thing, and he had to admit it had a point. But there was a vital difference---with drink or drugs, with knives, with Conrad, it was always Worth in control. Even when it felt like he had pushed it to the brink, he'd done the pushing. Even when everyone else in his life was certain that he'd meet an early end, he clung to the edge of the world, sure that he could pull himself back up if he chose. It was all about choice. Control.

Control had gone out his front door the moment Casimiro had opened it. He felt as much as heard the laughter behind him, a low, dark rumbling in the vampire's chest.

“Scared?” Casimiro whispered playfully into his ear.

Yes, answered that subconscious demon, yes, and you love it. You need it. Let it happen.

Worth rolled his eyes. “Shakin' in my goddamn boots,” he scoffed. “You gonna do it or not?” Christ, he hadn't meant that to sound as impatient as it did. He was pretty damn close to aching for it, and if he let on, if he let himself go, it would be over. Run, willed the last shred of his self-control. Run now.

“Don't worry,” came the reply. “I'll make it worth your while.”

A sudden shiver as Casimiro's thumb traced the line of a particularly deep scar across Worth's ribs, and his bluff had been called.

*

>>55831
You should, indeed. Pedo Worth is best Worth.

>>55928>>55926

Aw, jeez, fuck ME instead Magpie. That's some goddamned quality pornography. I can't wait for more.

>>55928
Fuck yes, I was wondering if another part of this was going to come out. I love you.

>>55928

Oh dear god. I was looking forward this but I didn't expect it to be THIS good. MOAROAR.

You now rule my world.

So where's all the Abner porn that people said they'd write/draw?

>>56063
Oh wow, before I saw the bomb I thought the "tic tic tic" was the sound effects of Abner's compulsions - his tics. Alas, no weird metahumor for me.

I scribbled some more. Herp.

>>56138
BAWWW

>>55954>>55955>>56050
D'aww, thanks guys, I kept fussing with it cause I wasn't super happy with how it was turning out but I'm glad it's enjoyable. Now that's out of the way and I just get to write violent sex, hoorah!

>>56063>>56137
Both of these posts had me cracking up. :D Speaking of Abner, did anyone see that post on the LJ community where somebody put together their picks for a live action HiNaBN movie, and Abner was Sacha Baron Cohen? I fucking died. <3 Actually their whole cast list was pretty spot on and/or hilarious...though in my opinion there should be no Hanna movie unless it's animated.

>>56169

I cannot unsee Borat!Abner though, oh my GOD. I have to admit that was a spot-on pick though, dat nose hnnnghh~<3

I...this...fff why am I drawing that now? SOMEBODY STOP ME. D:

>>56169 >>56175

That LJ user was actually me :O

Needless to say, I am giggling madly at the fact that people on /coq/ approved my casting - I am the biggest nerd, excuse me~

>>56204
Well you, dear, win 1000 internets from me for that thing, it made my day (Paul Bettany is the only man I would ever want to play Worth, hnnngg). Also Lee Pace was previously unknown to me but goddamn, he can be my Zombie anytime.

>>56206

fff Thank you so much I cannot even ndfskj. <3

Okay, so since I've been contacted by a few other people, I'd just like to put out a general call for incentive art from last year - I don't have anything from before January and I would really, really like to see it. I don't know how many oldfags still visit here, but please let me know if you have them at this email. Also, if there are any newfags in the thread, I offer old incentive art and minicomics. Contact me and I can set you up.
/would sage but the email field is full

Fightin'
(by Vende)

hey bitches want to repay tessa for the awesome orgasms she gave us?

PAPER CRANE TIEM

http://hannaisnotacranesname.tumblr.com/

>>56369
This is really cute and a nice gesture, but I can't help but fear it will only contribute to her performance anxiety. As for myself, the only thing that truly alleviates those worries is for everyone on the planet to lose interest... and that's not going to happen.

sage for negative nancy-ing

>>56372

she has a performance anxiety? D:

but she's too good

>>56377
Go to her devart, she's got a post about it.

You really gotta feel for her. It's tough to have to deal with huge popularity, an insane amount of fanworks, and a burgeoning case of hype backlash on your very first comic.

>>56380
I realize that could be read as sarcasm. Wasn't intended. I mean that sort of success can be overwhelming to seasoned creators, so for a newbie it must be some scary shit.

>>56369>>56372>>56377>>56380
I agree that this is sweet and well-meant, but IMHO the nicest thing you can do for Tessa is spread love for the comic and donate or buy merch. If I were her I'd want some healthy boundaries between myself and my (genuinely adoring but kind of intense) fanbase.

Speaking of the fanbase, we continue to get bigger but the porn is definitely slowing down, huh? (at least on /coq/ anyway, which is probably a relief to every other thread here) I wonder if the demographic is shifting or we're just running out of steam over here. Eh, I'm still enjoying.

Here's some Cas/Fin hotness (oh silveray, don't ever stop) that I think never made it over here from DA.

uhh... pron?

:d

>>56430
OH GOD hilariously I know exactly what reference photo was used here (because I used the same one for the arm in my Cas/Worth sketch). <3 Apparently there is only so much gay porn on the internet, what, hahahaha. Anyway this is lovely, never enough ConWorth, never ever.

>>56434

Oh hell yeah. Shamelessly using gay porn for reference ftw.

>>56430

fapfapfapfap

uh so link to original, please?

>>56382

When a new page comes up, I'm sure people will go "Oh hey, let's check /coq/" followed by "Oh hey, I should draw more porn" /shrug

>>56138

You did this to me... this is totally out of season and everything. You made me BAW with that and I LOVE YOU FOR IT.

_____

"Halloween Party?" Veser said blankly.

Hanna nodded brightly, "I'm sure you've heard of the idea."

"Hanna," Veser said after a moment, "We chill with a vampire, a werewolf, and a zombie and Ples. Who is his own kind of freaky. I'm half Selkie. Even when soaking wet you weigh less than a chinchilla and are a witch."

"Magic USER." Hanna broke in, "One proficient with Magic."

"Just how much more," Vesser went on, giving a half grin in spite of himself, and making towards the big kids swing set in step with Hanna, "How much more supernatural are things going to get by dressing up?" He plunked down on one swing and looked back up at Hanna. "Also Worth." He said as an afterthought. "He's our resident evil spirit or some shit."

"Lamont is pretty normal," Hanna said helpfully.

Veser gave a bark of laughter, "That's a pretty big conditional statement."

Hanna ignored him in favor of happily sitting himself down on the swing beside Veser, facing the other way and kicking off. The zombie stepped up behind him silently, pushing him higher as Hanna began to swing down, knowing exactly when Hanna would need him as if by telepathy.

Veser watched them as Hanna laughed, delighted as he soared up again and again, saw the zombie give a rare soft smile.

Veser looked away. Looked down at his shoes making ruts in the sand. He'd come here a lot with Lee as a kid.

"So are we dressing up or whatever?" He asked his shoes, scowling.

"Well yeah. That's what a..." Hanna broke off as he crested the back apex of his arc, hanging perfectly weightless for one breathless moment in mid air, his back to the dark sky, picked out in his bright red and white shirt, looking down at Zombie. Zombie stood below him, waiting, smiling, looking back up into his eyes. "A Halloween party is about right?" As he came swooping down beside Veser.

"Right." Veser laughed. "If Connie doesn’t come slathered in glitter with gold contacts and looking pale and tragic I'm going home."

"What are you going to come as? I bet you make a great Pirate."

Veser cracked up laughing despite himself. Lee had said that exactly. And when Veser had scoffed and said he was way too old to be trick-or-treating, Lee had given him a pirate costume that could have shamed Sir. Henry Morgan. Veser laughed his ass off, but he hadn't missed a beat when Lee presented it to him; instantly tugged off his clothes standing in the middle of Lees' living room and donned the totally over the top outfit. Lee making last minute alterations while Veser stood with his arms awkwardly above his head as Lee fussed with the sash. He and Lee had spent the evening watching Against All Flags, pausing it so Veser could imitate Errol Flynn. He'd fallen asleep, draped across Lee on the couch in full regalia, sore from laughing so much. Mostly at himself. Partly to assure Lee that he was grateful for the gift.

Veser pushed his toe into the sand, tipping his swing back slightly.

They'd spent last Halloween together that way. Eating the candy that Lee had intended for the kids coming to the door. Ignoring the world. And he’d woken up late the next morning in Lees bed and to the smell of Lee making pancakes.

"You have a costume right?"Hanna reached the top of his forward swing, unhooked his arms from the chains and leaped into midair, dropping into the sand below with the swing clattering back.

"Yeah." Veser hopped off his swing, "Though I'm still pretty sure you're the lamest person I know for throwing a costume party for a bunch of... for us."

"I thought it'd be appropriate." Hanna was grinning at him, holding Zombies hand in the dark. "You are going to come though right?"

Veser grinned wryly; never let it be said that Veser turned down an excuse to party, especially not when it was in Conrads apartment. And Veser happened to make an excellent Pirate.

Hanna was Shaggy from Scooby Doo as it turned out. Zombie was a 1920's gangster, resplendent in spats. Conrad came as Greebo in his human form (which was hilarious enough). Toni as Cindy Mayweather, Worth in a killer/sexy Nurse outfit provided by Lamont (Worth had lost one hell of a bet), Ples as Gustav Holst...

"That's cheating," said Veser as Ples handed him a drink, "You always look like that." But Ples just smiled, lifting his glass in salutations.

“I was expecting you to arrive as a Sealer,” He replied smiling, lifting his glass in salutations.

“Forgot my hakapik.” Veser grinned, leaning against Ples' chair and throwing back half his drink.

"One more guest." Said Hanna, on hands and knees, scribbling runes across his floor. He moved to marking runes on the walls and then Capone gave him a boost to make one more on the ceiling.

"You are going to wash these off right?" said Conrad, eyeing the ceiling and the hardwood floor as the runes gleamed and light began spreading from one to another, shining pink and orange.

"It's Sharpie," said Hanna.

"Wait wait wait what kind of guest are we talkin here?" Veser asked, turning to pull off his hat as the room warmed with Hannas' magic, setting his drink down and draping his coat over the back of Ples’ chair. "I'm pretty sure the supernatural gang’s all here, witch, vampire, zombie, werewolf..."

"Ghost?"

Veser was about to say, ok, I'll give you that, we are missing a ghost... then stopped, his chest suddenly aching, hearing the voice over and over in his head. He turned back to where Hanna had been drawing the runes. Where someone new was standing. Vesers heart was skipping beats at random.

"Lee?"

"Heh, All Hallows Ves, Samhain. Night the spirits rise. Hanna helped..."

Lee standing with his feet a little misplaced from the floor, etched in the pink and orange of Hannas runes. Lee in his blue shirt and black coat and dark jeans. Lee with his light hair and light eyes, smiling with the same warm smile. Looking into his eyes. Shrugging slightly, his arms out. He was talking, explaining some shit about Spirits rising.

He was solid.

That was surprising. But Veser was more grateful then surprised as his arms closed around Lee in a wild, flying tackle that nearly sent them both to the floor. But Lee caught him, like he always had when they played. Caught him in his arms and held him, the two of them standing together in the glow of the runes. Veser holding Lee so tightly he started shaking. Lees arms closed around him, murmuring into his hair as Veser pushed his face into Lees' chest. He was warm and solid and he was HERE, right fucking now.

He even smelled the same.

“Fuckin’,” Veser choked out, his heart beating so hard his whole body ached. He rubbed his cheek against Lees chest, tucked his head under Lees chin, half hidden inside Lees coat.

"You make an awesome Pirate Ves." Lees' hand was in his hair, cradling his head, his other arm tight around Vesers waist. "I'm sorry," he whispered, nuzzling Vesers hair, "Sorry Veser..."

"The fuck," Veser said, abruptly shoving Lee away with both hands fisted on either of Lees shoulders, glaring hungrily at his body. He slid his hands down Lees' chest, across his shoulders, down his arms as Lee held them out to him, took Lees' hands his both of his. He was solid, warm, real, just a little... removed. Already he didn't fit in this world anymore. "But, I mean, you're here..." Veser said a little weakly.

"Not for long, just the night," Hanna said from beside Zombie. Somehow, Conrad and Worth and Toni were gone, Ples lingering in the door to the kitchen, smiling sadly back at them, Hanna and Capone already turning to join him, leaving Lee and Veser standing alone together in the heat of the shining runes.

"Ah," Veser grinned back up at Lee, "You gonna go all Cinderella on our asses?"

"My favorite Princess." Lee smiled back, only a little sadly.

Veser just hugged Lee again, starving for this familiar touch, Lees' arms around him, his hand in his hair, petting down his back. Starving for the simple happiness of the open affection and the safety and the warmth and the familiarity of Lees body in Vesers arms. Starving for his smell and the sound of his voice and the heat of his hands…

And Veser had no WORDS for this.

"I'm sorry Veser," Lee murmured again, "I'm so sorry." Over and over, hugging him as tightly as Veser remembered, like he could keep him safe if he held on to him hard enough. Hold him together. "Ves, Sorry."

"Shut up," Veser said, trying desperately not to burst into tears and soak Lees ghost-shirt. "Just..."

Lee smiled into his hair. Just held on to him tighter. Not speaking as they stood wrapped in the light of Hannas' runes, warm together, Veser holding on to Lee until he ached from it. Like it wasn’t ever going to be enough. They both knew it wasn’t.

Veser couldn't let go of him. Even when Lee pulled back slightly, ran his fingers through Vesers hair, smiling, studding his face with his head slightly cocked to one side. Veser wouldn't let him go.

Couldn't let go as Lee tipped his head back with one hand on his cheek and kissed him.

Couldn't help but pull him closer.

The kiss was soft, warm, somehow just as familiar as everything else between the two of them. Veser taking care not to bite either of their tongues as they slid across one another. It was achingly easy to kiss Lee. And fucking hard to stop. The same familiar body under his palms, sliding an arm around Lees neck, running his other hand down his side. He knew every inch of Lees body, Veser realized as he tugged Lee down, pulling him harder against his mouth, pulling him closer, and this was the first time was able to use that information.

"I wouldn’t have let myself do that when I was alive," Lee remarked softly against Vesers lips, their foreheads together, eyes closed.

"Must be pretty fucking liberating to be a ghost," Veser said with a breathless little laugh. Ghosts had a flavor he was interested to discover, or maybe that was just Lee. He fisted one hand into Lees overgrown blond hair, pulled him down to kiss him again, meeting Lees parted lips, his tongue flicking against Lees as he arched his body in Lees arms, pressing their hips together.

"Amazing the clarity that comes," Lee smiled, shuddering in Vesers arms as he barely managed to pull his mouth off Vesers. He kissed Veser again, briefly, like he was amazed that he could. He ducked his head, kissed Vesers skin under his ear. "By knowing exactly who you love."

"I am so fucking glad you had that revelation." Veser grinned, his head tilted back with one hand in Lees hair, the other sliding under the hem of his shirt. "We got tonight right? You fucking show me what else a liberated ghost can do."

>>56470

I'll probably die if this isn't continued.

>>56470
I am caught uncomfortably between BAWWW and OH YEAH GET IT ON, so yeah you pretty much need to keep going, ffff.

>>56443
May that day come soon. :'(

>>56470

there is no excuse to not continue.

whoops, never posted this here, eheheh. excuse the ridiculously huge dose of fluff, this was a one-time thing.
>>55928
YESS I was wondering what happened to this. it's turning out amazing shdfasdf part three please come quick

>>56507
yep so, pretty much my favorite thing ever.

uhhhhhh.... I totally RP this.. yeah.. Jacob/Veser *flees*

>>56540
Holy size-difference Batman. Also, Jacob? What? (I get that it's the bartender, just didn't know he had a name.)

>>56507
We need more from you, this is glorious!