This is the last fic from the Old Generation. Warning: the consent in this fic is dubious. I am very troubled by the fact that Maxime took so long to remember what 'no' and 'just stop' meant. In this fic, I tried to push a little farther the nasty game I had started in Pulcherrimus -- which proved to be a very evil game indeed. I didn't post any other fics after this one until March 2008. The reason for this is that, meanwhile, a nasty, hypocritical, evil, thermidorian-sadean slut (I think... read more
