[同人文] Dick Turpin\Postie

"You are due to be excuted tomorrow, Mr. Turpin. The judge has,sentenced you to hang by the neck until you are dead."
The young, aristocractic-looking man stared blankly across at the dry cracked prison wall opposite him, in a silent and free world of his own. His matted, dirty black hair hung messily around his lean unshavened face in knotted strands, concealing most of his sharp features. His deep brown eyes were weary and streaked with dark blood as he glared up at the burly man through the bars, baring his teeth in anger. There was a look of hopeless desperation shining brightly in them.
"Let them do what they want with me." Slamming his fist onto the wooden bench, he snarled menacingly at the guard, who slowly backed away from the tiny cell as if he had been an untamed animal, wild and ferocious.

"Blast everything!" He let out a small moan of agonized pain as the heavy iron chains cut into his thin wrists, which were already rubbed red raw and bleeding from the cruel shackles. "Kill me and let me escape this confounded misery."
"You have a guest to see you, Mr. Turpin." The guard mumbled carelessly, still eyeing the infamous criminal with a wary look. "Don't make it too long, sir. l'm allowing five minutes with the prisoner, maximum."
His long chains clattering nosily upon the floor as he sprang from his seat, Dick gripped the rusty cell bars with his scarred, filthy hands, staring in both hatred and ultimate surprise at his unexpected visitor. "You! You wretch!"he screamed hysterically, hammering against the bars with only his bare fists. "How dare you come here!"
It was the man who had betrayed him.

Showing no signs of fear or regret whatsoever, Postie stood in front of the cell with surprising calmness, briefly nodding at the guard beside him. "Would you be so kind as to leave us alone for the time being? There are some private matters that we would like to discuss by ourselves."
The guard tipped his three cornered hat in respect. "Of course, sir. l will return when the time is up."
As soon as the heavy timber door swung shut on them both, Postie stepped up right up to the bars of Dick's prison cell, gazing disdainfully into the bare room. "Enjoying your life here, Turpin?"he smirked at the other man.

Postie still had his possession of his immensely excellent good looks in spite his growing number of years; his curled blond hair came directly down past his ears onto his broad shoulders, and his well-dignified, if slightly grizzled face visibly showed no increasing signs of oncoming age. His dark blue eyes twinkled merrily whenever his spoke. There was no doubt about it. Postie was still a looker.

Unquenchable hatred burning like wildfire in his bloodshot eyes, Dick made no reply, but stayed silent, glaring at him with a cold, dislikable tone. He was shaking with both fury and agony.
"Nobody enjoys an awkard conversation, Turpin. Talk." Postie leaned in closer against the bars, a single hairs-breath away from the face of the highwayman. "l'm here to visit you, not to torment you."he whispered softly. He couldn't help admire Dick's courage, even in a horrible Georgian prison. Two days in here would turn any man into nervous, worn down wreck.
"l hate you, you bastard." Dick spat, his whole body trembling with rage. He struggled to keep his balance upright; the weighted iron chains made it almost impossible to stand.
Postie simply chuckled, curiously fingering Dick's undone collar. He gave a mischievous smile. "Is that all?" He slipped a hand through the bars and wrapped it firmly around his thin waist, pulling him closer. "Come come now, Dick. Time's wasting away."

He murmured into his ear, tightening his grasp upon his abdomen.
"Don't touch me, you filthy man." Trying to push away, Dick tensed, feeling Postie nip playfully at his bottom earlobe, his other hand gently straddling his right hip.
He heard himself whimpering in pleasure as Postie move slowly downwards, biting and kissing at his unmarked neck.
"But l thought you enjoyed a bit of excitement?" Postie grinned, running his fingers over Dick's perfectly aligned collarbone. "No?" He sighed against his neck, his touch reaching up to stroke at his sharp jawline.

"God damn you." Dick grabbed him by the tunic, pulling him into a rough, harsh kiss. He tugged and bit at his bottom lip, attempting to give out more pain than pleasure. Feeling Postie rove his hands through his hair to deepen the already passionate kiss, Dick tried to pull him impossibly closer, frustrated at the prison bars holding them apart from one another.

"Had enough?" Dick muttered against his mouth, panting a little. "l can hear the guard coming down the hall." He swiftly shoved the other man away from him, resuming his former position on the bench.
"Time's up, sir." The guard gave a quick look at his pocket watch, holding the door open. "Shall l escort you out, sir?"
"No need to. You don't have to trouble yourself, my good man." Smiling, Postie took up his three cornered hat and placed it upon his blond head. Mouthing 'l love you, Dick', he gave one final glance at the prisoner, knowing this would be the last time he ever saw him again. The once famous highwayman Dick Turpin. The man he loved.
Their eyes met for a last time, and the heavy door swung shut.
Dick buried his face in his hands, and wept.
l love you, too.

楼主这一次讲的好烂

楼楼的下一个故事。。。(想一想)

我又来啦！！写得很棒！！话说邮差为何这么攻…

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(希特勒的两位傻士兵希特勒去开会，他们两个单独在他房间外面)

3. Ahoy-hoy! (大家还记得那个段吗？Edison\Butler) 就是Ben/Jim