Xover GO POP challenge Extravaganza!

Again with the continuation. I think this is number 7? Under five minutes, this cool groovy faux quote.

"The man who would make love to Death finds himself entwined with corruption."

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There is a pile of burning rubble where the hotel is supposed to be.

The smell of charred carpet is a heavy weight in JC’s nostrils, and he can feel the fingers of Justin’s hand crushing his shoulder, bearing him inevitably down towards the earth. He stiffens his knees and reaches out for his friend, calling to a temp security guy to help him get Justin to the bus where they can give him a little breathing space.

Justin is wild-eyed, pale of face and stammering. What he says makes no sense, and JC wraps his skinny body around him trying to share warmth.

“He said he was a demon, like, like, I thought he meant good in bed! And man! JC, JC, he was so *hot* and I didn’t even care if he smoked in bed, you know?” gazing earnestly at JC, blue eyes sincere and crazy. “He had this black, black hair, you know, blue-black but not dyed. And he was so *cool*, and he wore these shades; I really liked him. He had this English accent…”

“Yeah, baby, just relax a little now. Everything’s fine, you’re okay,” soothes JC. Thinking;
“ What did I fucking *tell* you about taking strange guys to bed?” but only stroking Justin’s hair.

Across the street a little man peers out of a bookshop door and shakes his head sadly.
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Okay, so it's a freaking *depressing* quote. What? Chill.

This is number 8.
The Forsaken.

"The man who would make love to Death finds himself entwined with corruption."


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They’ve run out of gas again, third time this week. Sean isn’t very happy about it, and Nick can’t really blame him. Or, as Captain Proactive would say, Sean is concerned about the broken commitment, and Nick is feeling shame.

Sometimes Nick wonders, while he is forgetting to get gas (“on purpose because you really have a lot of passive aggressive tendencies, Nick”), what the fuck happened to having conversations about things, rather than about conversations. Sean still makes him stand up and take notice, still makes him crazy just wandering around in a towel, but even great sex is barely enough to tether Nick to L.A. when Sean has just returned from another fucking seminar.

They found his Forsaken, they made the jump to living together in one town, stationary, and yet sometimes Nick thinks he’s growing moldy in a condo-shaped grave.
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EDIT- fixed tenses. Oops. Not supposed to edit these, but I couldn't leave it all sad like that.
I feel so weak!