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	<description>Male/Male erotic fiction by Gryvon</description>
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		<title>Bad Ideas and Better Company</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/bad-ideas-and-better-company?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=bad-ideas-and-better-company</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:17:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Junjou Romantica]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Miyagi/Shinobu]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Usami/Misaki]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was a bad idea from the start.

Misaki had gone in looking for a few volumes of manga when he'd seen it. That book. That obnoxious, idiotic book. The title – Dating Older Men – was scrawled across the front in pink glittery script. Normally he'd just ignore it. There was a time when he wouldn't have even given it a second glance but Usami had been acting weird lately. It was the kind of weird that made him worry – had he done something wrong, had he forgotten something important, had something happened that Usami didn't think he could talk to Misaki about.

He was probably over-thinking things. He did that, and then the problem always turned out to be something stupid like a misplaced teddy bear or the plot for another smutty novel.

Still, that book.... He kept catching glimpses of it out of the corner of his eye. It was like it was following him around the store, only without ever moving. He was browsing the manga shelves when he first saw it, sitting on a display table at the back of the store. He wandered over to look at cookbooks and he saw it again. Two girls giggled and pointed at it as they walked past. He turned the corner, into the aisle with the computer manuals and it still pulled at his eye. It was everywhere.]]></description>
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		<title>Belonging</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Suits]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Bondage]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Sounding]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Harvey/Mike]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The crowd at Veronica's was different that night. There weren't that many people out, not like most nights. He recognized most of the regulars, gave a quick polite nod to the few he had frequent dealings with. A steady bass beat filtered through the sound system, not quite fast enough to dance too but enough to get the blood moving from the suggestive rhythm. He found a perch by the bar and leaned back, letting his body relax loose and lithe across a stool. A few eyes lingered on him but it took a while before anyone approached.

He flirted. People came and went. Men brought him drinks, not enough to get him plastered but enough that his perch got a little more unstable.

Mike realized something was wrong when the guy he was talking to – propositioning, really, but he had a small part of his brain that tried to pretend he wasn't here to get paid for kinky sex – suddenly paled, stammered an excuse, and ran away. There wasn't any other way to describe it. The guy actually fled. Like there was a tiger chasing him kind of fled. For a second Mike thought it'd been something he'd said, but their conversation had actually been going pretty good. They'd gotten through the initial flatteries and the guy had moved on to the detail – where, what, how much. They'd been seconds from closing the deal, which was the part Mike hated the most because it was the part where he always debated totally not doing this, giving it up and never coming back.]]></description>
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		<title>In Shadows Found</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/in-shadows-found?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=in-shadows-found</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 06:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Harry Potter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Sensory Deprivation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Threesomes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Snape/Draco/Harry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Castle Atrexia sat on a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of swamp. There was a smell coming off of the swamp, a stench so foul and complex that Harry couldn't identify the individual parts, though if he had to hazard a guess he'd say it was six parts rotting corpse and three parts sewer. It was horrid and he hated it. The rain only seemed to make the smell worse. It certainly did nothing for his mood. Harry hated the rain. It reminded him of far too many bad things - of people dying, the smell of blood, and the inevitable certainty that he will die. Bad things always happened in the rain.]]></description>
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		<title>The Case of the Missing Necklace</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/the-case-of-the-missing-necklace?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=the-case-of-the-missing-necklace</link>
		<comments>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/the-case-of-the-missing-necklace#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 21:42:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Psych]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Psychic Case Files]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Alternate Universe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: BDSM]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Blindfolds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Bondage]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Gags]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Sensory Deprevation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Lassiter/Shawn]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The lights from the TV cast long shadows across the room, shadows that jumped and danced every time the picture on the screen changed. Shawn and Gus huddled under blankets in the center of the couch. They shivered with fear and clutched at one another, arms held fast in each other's grip. Two pairs of large eyes were fixed on the screen in rapt fascination.

Light flooded the room and they jumped up, screaming. They both scrambled over each other, pushing and shoving as they vaulted over the couch to cower behind it.

"What in the world are you boys doing?"

The familiarity of the voice brought Shawn's head slowly out from behind the back of the couch. "Watching a movie."]]></description>
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		<title>The Raven</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/the-raven?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=the-raven</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 22:53:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Naruto]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Kakashi teleported into his bedroom and froze. Iruka stared back at him, a look of abject horror stuck on his face as the smoke from Kakashi's jutsu slowly dispersed. It was dark, but not dark enough that he couldn't tell that Iruka was not wearing his normal clothes. Too much black, which Iruka hated, and too much mesh, which Iruka never wore. It was almost club gear but not. Iruka hated clubs - too much loud music. There was something familiar about the cut of his clothes, something that niggled at his memory. He'd seen that outfit before, but what really caught Kakashi's attention, what made him lose all conscious train of thought and voided him of emotion, was the tattoo on Iruka's arm. The ANBU tattoo on Iruka's arm.]]></description>
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		<title>Release Day: Weight of a Gun Anthology</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/published-fiction/release-day-weight-of-a-gun-anthology?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=release-day-weight-of-a-gun-anthology</link>
		<comments>http://www.gryvon.com/published-fiction/release-day-weight-of-a-gun-anthology#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 23:11:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Published Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<img src="http://www.gryvon.com/wp-content/uploads/downloads/2011/12/woag_cover.jpg" alt="Weight of a Gun cover"/>

The <a href="http://stormmoonpress.com/books/Weight-of-a-Gun.aspx">Weight of a Gun</a> anthology, which I have a story in, is out today. Ebook's $6.99 and the print copy is $13.99. It's a rather hot and steamy anthology, centered around gunkink with a wide variety of genres.

There's a short excerpt from my story, <b>The Machinist</b>, under the cut.]]></description>
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		<title>Goodreads and Contests</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/published-fiction/goodreads-and-contests?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=goodreads-and-contests</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 23:35:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Published Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[contests]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kink:Gunkink]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11918823-weight-of-a-gun">Weight of a Gun Anthology</a>, which I have a story in, is on Goodreads. An <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/gryvon">author page</a> for me got created when the anthology was added. The anthology comes out on December 9th. (More info will be added to the "Published Works" tab in the upper navigation as it becomes available.)

Storm Moon Press is running two contests, which means two chances to win the anthology and a bunch of other awesome swag! Details after the cut.]]></description>
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		<title>Resistance is Futile</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/fanfic/resistance-is-futile?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=resistance-is-futile</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 01:09:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[X-Men]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Erik/Charles]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It had been Charles's idea to share a room. One with double beds, thankfully. Not that he would have minded sharing a bed with Charles, but the burgeoning attraction Erik felt for Charles would have made things awkward, to say the least. He's not sure how much, if any, of it Charles's has picked up on. For a telepath, he's surprisingly oblivious. Erik isn't used to guarding his thoughts. His usual stoic demeanor had always been enough of a wall between him and the outside world, so it's strange for him to have to go further than that, to guard what he thinks as well as his expression.]]></description>
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		<title>Sins of the Father</title>
		<link>http://www.gryvon.com/original/sins-of-the-father?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=sins-of-the-father</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 03:42:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Original Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kink: Incest]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The inmates had a custom. They'd go around, one by one, and sound off planets. Not just any planet, but the planet. The one they'd ask to be taken to when their time was up and they got their free ride to anywhere in the galaxy. A lot of names came up. Some just wanted to go home. Some - most - dreamed of more exotic locations - Rydia, Loriaxa IV, Etrydia. All gorgeous planets, all filled with luxury, all places that restricted ex-cons to the starport.]]></description>
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		<title>Casulties of War</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 17:02:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gryvon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fanfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[X-Men]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Apocalypse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pairing: Erik/Charles]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zombies]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The missiles were a distraction. Shaw's too well trained to give him any more than that, though even if he hadn't had months, years maybe, of practice keeping telepaths out of his head, the pain of the coin passing through his head, through their heads, would have been enough to keep Charles from digging. It's hard enough just to hold on, to keep Shaw still. Every instinct in him tells him to let go, to run from the pain. He'd spent a good deal of his childhood learning to avoid pain but he wasn't one to back down, not when it really mattered. Not when letting go meant putting Erik in considerable danger, and he'd rather live through a thousand deaths than lose Erik.

There is no fear in Shaw as he passes, only smug satisfaction. He believes that his legacy will live on and that even if by some miracle they manage to stop the current threat, the danger won't stop there. Someone else will pick up his mission. He'd seen to that.]]></description>
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