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Not Rated
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Fandom:
GANGS OF NEW YORK
Stats:Published:2013-02-07Words:145Chapters:1/1Kudos:1Hits:39
Draw It Mild
iskierka

Work Text:

Draw It Mild
by Briar

"Either you got somethin' on your mind, Johnny, or you're startin' to get feelings for me. Now which is it?"

"Bill's taken quite a liking to you...I was bit... If you're up to something, bene, only I don't want no part of it."

Pull, tug. Scuffle.

The unyielding wall. They are surrounded by a witness of earnest carved statues.

Hard-pressed body of Amsterdam's, next to his, with fists crumpling the front of his shirt and a hot breath hissing next to his ear.

They are nose to nose. Amsterdam's thighs are pressed against his.

He can't breathe. The wrist keeping his throat pinned with a chokehold's not the reason.

Hiss.

Deadly, calm, all quiet-like:

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill ya."

The pressure eases. Amsterdam's moving as if nothing had just happened. He wishes he could do the same.

Rating:
Not Rated
Archive Warnings:
Author Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsGraphic Depictions Of Violence
Category:
Other
Fandoms:
GANGS OF NEW YORKGangs of New York (2002)
Stats:Published:2013-02-07Words:145Chapters:1/1Hits:25
Requiem et pace, firefighters, Europeans, all.
iskierka

Summary:

I have the perfect vid to ThouShaltNot, Cardinal Directions. It's on my hard drives, too. Text me out.
Notes:

For Italy, Canada, Norwegia, Finlandia.
Work Text:

Draw It Mild
by Briar

"Either you got somethin' on your mind, Johnny, or you're startin' to get feelings for me. Now which is it?"

"Bill's taken quite a liking to you...I was bit... If you're up to something, bene, only I don't want no part of it."

Pull, tug. Scuffle.

The unyielding wall. They are surrounded by a witness of earnest carved statues.

Hard-pressed body of Amsterdam's, next to his, with fists crumpling the front of his shirt and a hot breath hissing next to his ear.

They are nose to nose. Amsterdam's thighs are pressed against his.

He can't breathe. The wrist keeping his throat pinned with a chokehold's not the reason.

Hiss.

Deadly, calm, all quiet-like:

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill ya."

The pressure eases. Amsterdam's moving as if nothing had just happened. He wishes he could do the same.