bbmrebel

Not much new from the real world to post about...It's Monday and I seemed to have survived, guess that means it was a success, huh? Well I reckoned I'd just put up my last Alias Smith and Jones Fanfic.. This was a tough one to write.. a bit angsty... And since this is the last one I'm posting. I'd like to take the time to thank my buddy JD.. who is a REAL writer(Rope Trick is still my favorite smutty fanfic).... Thanks for putting up with my horrible grammer, my ever frequent typos.. and my long winded scenes... thanks hon..XOXO

Title: Without You
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, or make a penny off of them.. (darn it)
M/M sex


“Heyes… What are ya’ doing? You’ve been rifling through that saddlebag for the past five minutes. I’m gettin’ lonely over here” Kid Curry said with a hint of whining in his voice.

“What’s your hurry? It’s still early. We have plenty of time” Heyes had a look of deep concentration on his face. “just a minute Kid, I think I feel it”

“Feel what Heyes? The bottle of oil is right here, whatcha’ looking for?”
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A very happy Saturday evening to everyone.. it's been a pretty good day.. got alot accomplished.. and even had some fun while I was at it.. *snicker* First of all, I want to start things off by saying I slept like I hadn't slept in a long time last night.. Thanks babe.. *smooch* Things are finally sorting themselves out.. and my circle of friends have a lot to do with that. thanks guys. I wrote this fic right after I came back from Penfield, NY last year.. After being to Peter Deuel's hometown and grave... I kinda got a glimpse into what Curry would feel if he thought Heyes was gone.. but don't worry.. as with most of my fics... they boys find a way to pull through.

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Title:Some Plans Are Worth It
Summary: The boys have to disguise themselves
M/M sex
Disclaimer.. No, I don't own them, and no money is being made..

"Heyes get me out of this damn blasted thing will ya'? Did you have to tie it up so tight? How the hell do women breath in these things anyhow?" Curry tugged and twisted trying to reach the ties in the back.
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Not sure why I"m puttin' this one up tonight.. I'm feeling mighty fine.. maybe that's why.. I can handle some hardcore angst as long as there isn't a whole lot going on in RL at the moment..
It's dark, and it's rough.. but if you know me, and you know Curry and Heyes.. you should figure out the ending..

Title: For A Change
Warning: Partner betrayal, rape. M/M sex


"What?"

"I said take 'em off, and I mean now!"

"But Kid, you can't be serious? I mean I know you're mad and all, but you can't really mean this, not here and not now?" Hannibal Heyes' voice squeaked with the nervousness he was trying to hide from his partner. Very few times had he seen the Kid this mad, and none of them had been because of him. Not until now.
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The weekend is almost here.. and man, oh man am I ever so glad.. got me a hot date, a cold beer and some trigger time all lined up.. I'm constantly reminded that it's the little things that make life worth living, and enjoyable.. I'll take my happiness where I can find it.. Last year I found it writing and conspiring to write, about Curry and Heyes..
This was the very first fic I ever wrote.. I never could have done it without my wonderful beta JD, all the encouragment, and support that a writer could ask for. JD, you're my hero..

Title: On An Impluse
Rated: FRAO — Fan Rated Suitable For Adults Only
Warnings: Slash – possibly with some graphic male/male sex
Disclaimer: Don't own them, if I did would I be writing? I'm making no money from this.
Summary: Heyes and Curry are separated, all because they both acted impulsively.

ON AN IMPULSE

The first thing Heyes noticed was the smell of frying bacon. He perked up his head and took an assessment of where he was.

Damn, He'd almost wandered right into the center of town without even noticing it.

I'm not paying attention; I guess Kid was right; he was what was keeping me alive all these years. Yep, Kid was right, and not only about that…..
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Feeling a little blue.. no real reason... heard a song on my way home, probably triggered it, so I felt it was a good time to post the only songfic I did.. Must be because I've heard of a few deaths recently.. a good buddy from online, a friends father, the fictional death of Jack, and today I was reminded of Peter again.. always wondered how Curry would handle Heyes death.. reckon this was my take on it.

Songfic using some lines, (not all) without permission from Dierks Bentley's song.
Warning Death related
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Another weekend comes to a end. Can't complain tho', got some chores done, attended a little virtual birthday party for Torquere Press, spent some quality time with my man : ), watched the NASCAR race.. and generally had a good relaxing time.. Now tomorrow is Monday and we're back to the same old crap.. well anyway.. here's another old fic of mine..slowly but surely I'm getting them all added to my journal.


Bounty hunters have taken Curry after a heated arguement, can Heyes rescue him and fix things?

Title:I Feel It Too
Rating : NC17 violence, M/M sex
Disclaimer: They belong to Universal, or at least they used to. They sure aren't mine.
Thanks to JD, my awesome Beta for all the help with my fics.. I know this isn't one of your favorites.. but it's gotta be added.

The blood trickled down the side of his neck as he slowly came back to consciousness. The thumping sound in his head made his entire body hurt. He knew he was in trouble, he just wasn't sure how much.
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title: The Matchmaker Madam
rating:NC-17 M/M sex
disclaimer: No I sure don't own them, wish I did.
Big thanks to JD, my beta and my bud.

Hannibal Heyes grinned, the dealer dealt him the card he needed, he was now holding three kings and a pair of sevens….life was good. Knowing that he would win this hand he settled back in his chair and took a deep breath. The way he figured it, it was going to be a profitable evening. Little did he know.
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When RL get's the better of me, I dive head first into the escape that is fanfic, and fandom.. Here's a snippet of something I started.. never really finished it.. but it was fun rediscovering these old fics I wrote a couple of years ago.
Rebel

Title: Love And Comfort VS Running and Hiding
NC-17 implied M/M sex
disclaimer,NO I don't own them.


They left Silver Gap two days earlier. Silver Gap had been a quiet little mining community, the hotel had been comfortable and the food was better than average. They still had money left from their last job and he was enjoying the few comforts that the town had to offer. Hot food, hot baths, good beer and the musical entertainers in the saloon were even better than most. Overall Kid Curry had been quite content. Which was quite a difference from how he was feeling now.
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Title: Remember Us
Rated: Mature NC17
M/M Sex
Disclaimer, No I don't own them, sure wish I did.

Wheaton, Arizona – Sunday September 10th
Hannibal Heyes stepped off the train and onto the wooden planks of the platform. His saddlebags were thrown over his shoulder and a telegram in his right hand. He was tired and a little worn out, but excited to finally have reached his destination. Heyes had just finished a delivery job for a friend of Lom’s. Kid had taken some mining supplies down to Wheaton. Nothing too dangerous this time, just a bunch of shovels, picks and some cables for the shaft. It was an easy job and the money wasn’t bad. Only thing was Heyes’ job only covered the traveling expenses for one. They had to split up, something that neither of them cared much for. Especially since their relationship had changed recently. Kid Curry had always been his best friend, his partner, but only till recently did they become more. Not really sure what kind of title to put on it, Heyes only knew that this new discovery was something he wanted more of. Heyes glanced down at the telegraph for the umpteenth time.
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Title:Dreamer
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex

Disclaimer.. NO I don't own them.. sure wish I did tho'. No disrespect meant to Mr. Murphy, or Mr. Duel



“What the hell? Damn I haven’t had a dream like THAT! In years” Hannibal Heyes mumbled to himself.

A warm, wet, sweet sensation in his groin woke him from a very sexual dream, a dream that left him confused. He got out of bed and padded over to the washbasin to clean himself up. Something was still nagging at him, why did he have such a sexual dream? And why was the Kid in it? Yeah, he thought the Kid was attractive and he had thought about him once in awhile THAT way, but he knew the Kid liked the ladies and they sure did like him.
By the way, where was Kid? I remember hearing him snore last night. I know we both came back to the room after playing poker. So, where the hell is he at this time of the morning? And without his boots?
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