Title: Without plot or preamble…

Warning: Slash

Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.

Pairing: Racer X/Speed
Rating: NC17 bordering on R. Smut at its purest!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the couch!

Feedback: whinge, bitch, moan, beg: you know I love to hear it!

I ask for no praise for this. In my mind posting this is entirely cheating. I wrote this story a long while a go for the Tabula Rasa slash challenge. The aim was to write a blank verve that any pairing could be slotted into.