*Flexes fingers* Let’s see if I still got this….
Hello, Junior. As demented and megalomanical as ever, and dear Lord have I missed you. His sadistic amusement when he realised James was referring to Lars was simply evil. This is going even better than he anticipated, isn’t it? He’s fucking with James’ head and he’s loving every second, and James, even in such a compromising position, can only think of Lars. And God only knows where that man is right now, while James is paying this terrible price. When Junior was stroking over James’ face, I mentally prepared myself for the horrible climax I knew was inevitable, but still, I buried my hands under my armpits and winced when I read that scene. Jesus Christ. One part that got me is when James mentally begged Junior not to get up and leave him. This guy literally just broke two of his fingers, but James still sees him as some kind of protector – relative, at least, to Chris, unfeeling hunk of meat that he is. I guess when you effuse that kind of effortless power, even those you oppress come to have some sort of sick reliance on you. Brilliantly subtle on your part. “ I'll understand if you can't resist looking at me." Is it wrong that I laughed? He’s such an asshole. Oh, I love him. And I loved (and hated, too, I don’t know how you’re your characterisation has a life of its own) him even more when the whole condom thing became apparent. He’s been planning this. Of course he has. No one’s coincidentally this perfect and methodical in their villainy.
"You don't know where the fuck his asshole's been." Another guilty, slightly bemused chuckle. How about ‘he doesn’t know where your filthy cock has been’, how about that for some perspective, Chris? Huh? The following passage, where James ruminated on Cliff, and how Chris was going to contaminate him forever, brought me rather heavily back down to earth and reminded me that this is rape, one of the worst thing you can do to someone, to a character that for all his faults I actually care about. That really sobered me up, and I felt absolutely horrible for James. The double meaning of “this is all that’s left?” was another fantastic device. Chris and James’ thoughts couldn’t be more different at this point, yet they can still be summed up quite neatly by a simple yet devastating sentence. And then, that ending…wow. What a cliffhanger. I’d forgotten how much of a fantastic writer you are.
—Slaxl19, for Augustine's Ain't My Bitch
Yeah, Slash, you're really the one suffering here. Get some perspective, darling, it Axl that has to deal with lady parts. You, in kind, only have to deal with some very, very confusing feelings. And I'm loving watching you squirm ;-) They needed to have this talk. They need to have another talk, too, but baby steps and everything...it was so cute to see Axl trying to figure out the logistics of where he should stand onstage to accommodate Slash's hang-ups. I have to agree with Slash: "Even when you were a son of a bitch you were a bit of a bitch." Very well said. —Slaxl19, for envygreen's Moral of the Story