This isn't so much a crossover as a totally non-relevant yaoi/slash/gay whatever you want to call it, FICTION. True, it is a fan fiction of sorts for Sims 2 but the characters are mine as well as the story. Enjoy the passion! Any title of something I do not own, such as the names of the soap operas, will be in italic.

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My name's Jordan, human enough name. Last names Qumar, not that human. I'm sure as hell not human, but I'm a lot like one. Everyone from my planet is. Our scientists theorize that we are either from the same original asteroid when they hit our respective planets, but that chunk of rock must have split in two, or some of our ancestors moved to earth early on. Who cares? I don't. I just moved here for crying out loud. Thank god I studied earth before I moved here. My skin is green, my eyes have pupils but you cannot see them, giving them the impression of solid gray.

My ears are not completely rounded, they are elfish. Thats it for outside differences. My blood is purple, thank god it is. Best excuse is that my blood is extremely dark, giving it the impression of purple. When we "tan" our skin just turns darker green. Mine's kinda light. Just a bit lighter than grass.

Our male's, uhhhh, I don't know what you call it, but when we get "extreme pleasure" it's white, just like humans. Our crap, well thats just crap, it's brown, duh. Lets see. What was yellow? Let me think. Oh, yeah! When human meat is red, ours is yellow. Even though our blood is purple. Weird, huh? Anyways, I'm nineteen in earth years. Nineteen in my years. Same rotation and revolution.

But we do have three moons. One of them has primitive life on it. Weird, really weird life on it. Like, the main, dominant species on it looks like an upright spear head with purple tentacles coming out of the bottom. Twelve of them. It has an eye sitting on top of the point, its mouth is, well, the tentacles. They widen out and open at the bottom and enclose around what it wants to eat. It could eat an earth elephant! Thank the three moons it's an herbivore. Only eats plants. Really strange sea life, too.

The main, and smartest living thing on that moon, sea creature is a massive behemoth. About the size of an earth wale. A humpback. It has its own language that we can actually translate. They are really smart, yet they are not the dominant species. More weird stuff.

Anyways, enough about where I came from. Time to get back to the present. I have a thinnish, but muscularly build. Picture six pack abs, hairless chest with good looking pecs, well built frame in total. Legs are strong, strong, well built calves and thigh muscles. Basically, I'm really, really hot. And yes, I'm gay. And I have a boyfriend! From my planet, obviously.

Oh! I almost forgot to tell you about my hair. I'm a light blonde, it's spiked up sorta. I almost always wear a headband. It tends to make me look better. I have a large dragon tat that spans my entire back, wraps around so its tail curls down my upper chest down to my stomach. My arms have dragons, too.

Those just go down both my arms, starting just below my shoulders and down to about my wrists. My legs have, that's right, dragon tats. They just wind down starting at my thighs, stopping just above the ankles. My boyfriend is the same when it comes to muscle build, his hair though is different. So are his tats.

His hair is a light brown, it stays down. His bangs hang just above his eyes, shadowing them, giving them a sexy, mysterious look. The rest of it covers the very tips of his ears, the back is shaved so he doesn't have that ugly tail look. My lips are normal, as are his, but his smile is so mischievous. My smile is just a smile, albeit a very beautiful one.

We have our own place, it's a very beautiful, three story house, not counting the basement or the attic. Our bedroom is on the middle floor, along with the guest bedroom. There's a bathroom on each floor. The bottom floor has the living room, kitchen, den, adults only den with a password lock on the door, Dining room, and rec room. The second floor has all the bedrooms. There's three of them. Ours, the guest room, and the empty spare. The top floor has the game room, the relaxing room,(that's for relaxing after a hard day) and the other rec room. The attic holds all the stuff we've pack ratted, and the basement holds all the old stuff that was already in the house when we moved in. This includes a stove that wasn't hooked in, a table, and other crap.

Now it's time to get on with the story. Oh! Crap, I forgot to mention our friend, also from our planet, my boyfriends name, and my boyfriends tats. Our friend is like us when it comes to muscle, black hair, hangs past his eyes, his tats are just stars all over his body, his name is Alex. My boyfriends tats are a huge eagle that spans his entire back, a dragon that spans his entire chest and stomach, lizards on his legs, and shooting stars on his arms. His name is Kyler. God, I love that name. Now it's time for the story.

We were in the kitchen, Kyler an I. "No no no, the can opener is in the drawer," I said. We were trying to get this stubborn can of SOMETHING open. The label was gone and we forgot what it was. The can opener, however, was proving elusive. "Which drawer?" said Kyler. "The one next to dishwasher, on the left." "Your left or mine?" "It's the same left!" "Okay, okay." He opened the drawer. "It's not in here." "Then I have no idea. Wait! Now I remember! I put it into the cabinet with the cans." So we looked in there. Not in there. Then we looked in the cabinet under the sink. No luck. We looked every where we could think of, even in the living room, but we couldn't find it. So we gave up and decided to watch some T.V. "Hey! Switch it back!" I said. "Why? That was a soap opera, this is a better soap opera. That was Passions, this is Days of our lives. This is better," Kyler said. "Fat chance! Passions is wayyy better! I like the witch!" "But I want to watch Days of our lives!" "And I want to watch Passions!" By the time we decided to watch Passions, they were both over. "Crap!" we said in perfect, unrehearsed unison. That's when Alex decided to come over with the can opener, saying sorry he borrowed it without asking or telling us. We were, of course, enraged because we had spent the entire morning trying to find it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" This was Alex as we ran after him, trying to tackle him down and give him a yellow eye. Oh yeah! That's another thing! Our bruises are yellow too! Back to story. After we beat Alex senseless, it was night. We lived in California, so it wasn't that cold. The second we got home we went upstairs, got under the blankets, and cuddled until we fell asleep.

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That's the first chapter! I really hope you enjoy it! Lemons will be soon. Read and

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