Their eyes locked in a menacing stare. The tension crackled in the air. The anger and animosity almost tangible. Ray closed the gap between himself and Sand....
The other stood his ground, unafraid and certainly not intimidated.... Ray grabbed a fistful of Sand's shirt," has anyone ever told you you're a bastard ?" ""You're not the first, Khun and you definitely won't be the last.... You're what I have as a late night snack, the kind I chew up and spit out ...." came Sand's rebuttal.
Ray chuckled sinisterly....."you want a taste of me, you better make sure you can handle me." Sand yanked his shirt off and held it out to Ray, "if you like it so much you can keep it !"
Ray's eyes were drawn to the muscled torso suddenly exposed, his mind taking in all the details, the bulging biceps, the smooth creamy skin, the perky nipples about to poke his eyes out, bloody hell Ray what are you thinking. This man is your enemy, remember that E.N.E.M.Y. dang he does look good shirtless....
Ray closed his eyes momentarily, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. Sand took a step closer to Ray.... With a gentle touch Sand lifted Rays chin just a little higher.... "You're mine Khun... Submit....
( A Sand Ray adventure in a world where Only Friends never existed...)
The hard-nosed journalist, resistant to change, believing in the tangibleness of the written word....
The eye of the photographer, creating a dream of perfection, a make believe reality through the lens of the camera......
The battlefield of wits, ingenuity and craft ..... Wielding emotions, feelings, perceptions.....
The rumble begins....
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