The Lion's Prey

Disclaimer: Queer as Folk is not mine unfortunately.
AN: I know, I know. Y'all are about to kill me. It's been over two months since I've posted anything. I suck and I apologize. Real life, a few rounds of the flu and now a respiratory infection and writer's block have just killed my muse.
This oneshot was meant to be a drabble. Just a few hundred words to get me going, but as I started writing, the words started flowing and well 1700+ words later and here we are. I hope you enjoy it.

The Lion's Prey

A Queer as Folk OneShot

Season 1 Episode 20

Set after Justin wins the King of Babylon contest.

His crown perched on his head proudly, he glides across the floor toward me, the sea of queers parting for him as they cheer his victory dancing to the thumpa thumpa.
"Did you see me?" He asks as he stops in front of me. The thrill of victory making him even more gorgeous than usual.
"Yeah, I saw you." I replied, nonchalantly. I refuse to allow him or anyone else to see how proud of him I am. How much his dancing turned you on and made you want to rip him off the stage and carry him out of there like a neanderthal.
"Well?" He asks, sticking out his chin, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he pushes for my approval.
Well, he's not getting it. I think. I can't give him that. It will only cement him to me even more. Instead, I respond with, "I think that contest was rigged."

A re-vamping of HoR!

So, for a while now, I've been contemplating my writing and this blog and with the recent rash of shit that's taken place on FanFiction, I've decided that I'm going to post all my stories here as well as there that way I won't lose them.

In addition to my Twilight stories I'll be posting my Queer as Folk stories here as well. That's right I'm now dividing my time between two fandoms and that's not an easy thing to do when you're raising a family. LOL! Thank God for my blackberry.

The name of the blog may also change. House of Rathbone was the perfect title when my heart was owned by the one, the only Jackson Rathbone, but with the discovery of Gale Harold aka Brian Kinney, I must make room in my heart, blog and life for the sexiness of Brian Fucking Kinney and his Sunshine boy. Hope y'all don't mind. LOL! (I'm sure you won't as there's no such thing as enough. Especially when talking about hot slashy goodness.)