Thursday: Threesomes and Moresomes

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Hey, hey! Today is Thursday and I will be hosting your ficcage today. Today's theme will be Threesomes and Moresomes, so lets see all the interesting combinations you can come up with.

Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:

Fandom, characters, prompt

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?

And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.

Comments

really felt like writing some porn today!

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Castiel's eyes were flame. Lucifer's were hidden, downcast beneath eyelashes and peeling skin. Dean's eyes took in the two of them, hungry, stunned. There was not enough light in the universe to illuminate this situation, nothing that could make him understand why and how such a thing could occur. How Lucifer could fall to his knees, worship at the feet of his hated brother's vessel. How Castiel could stand and watch, immutable, as Lucifer crawled over Dean's body and whispered, "I'll have you before Michael ever does." And how, when Lucifer's mouth skimmed his stomach and dipped downward, Castiel finally burst into motion, not to knock the devil away but to slide behind Dean and wrap arms and legs around him possessively, sucking gently on his earlobe and whispering that this was the best thing for all of them.

Some desperately cogitating part of Dean's brain was thinking Castiel made some sense. Maybe letting Lucifer have him would sully his body to the point that Michael could no longer possess him, and he'd be free. The rest of him was consumed by touch. Hot mouth, hellfire and soft saliva around him below, heaven's strong arms above. He could feel Castiel against him, hard, needing, and Dean needed, too -- needed so badly his body ached for not having Cas inside it.

Cas heard his thoughts. "Dean," he said, his voice breaking over the name, and the world waited with held breath until the dizzying instant of fulfillment.

This was something no mortal man had ever experienced. An angel and a devil taking him in tandem. Maybe this is how the war would end -- both hosts coming together to save the earth they both loved enough to fight for.

The thought brought enough bliss to break him. He shuddered, captured Castiel's mouth with his, and jerked forward hard into Lucifer's open lips, moaning with release. His fingers carded through Lucifer's hair.

Sliding down from ecstasy, Dean saw through the white haze an end and a beginning, a vision of the future. For this instant, they were all three on the same side. Perhaps in he end it would be the same.

[arobynsung]

Leverage, Alec/Parker/Hardison, making adjustments

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Leverage, Alec/Parker/Hardison, creative differences

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White Collar, Elizabeth/Neal/Peter, invite him to dinner

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Twilight, Edward/Bella/Jacob, belonging

[arobynsung]

White Collar, Elizabeth/Neal/Peter, running away

first time writing this fandom and it's shameless schmoop

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It was an unconventional solution to an unconventional problem, as most things involving Neal usually were. Elizabeth had accepted it as part of what loving him entailed, although she knew that Peter would take longer to come around; when Neal turned up on their doorstep with that hunted look in his eyes, Peter reacted with exasperation. He had, after all, made a career out of catching Neal when he ran.

They'd eaten dinner together, the dining table looking somehow fuller, more symmetrical with Neal at it. He'd offered to help Elizabeth in the kitchen and she was charmed enough to let him, but he was... distant. He still goofed around, juggling the tomatoes and stealing pasta straight from the spoon, teasing Peter with easy-going charm, but every now and then she'd catch him staring into space, his expression haunted. Over dinner, the conversation gradually lapsed into silence, until the three of them were watching Neal pushing the dregs of his food around his plate.

"Neal," Elizabeth started to say. The idle, repetitive movement was upsetting, like watching an animal pacing in a zoo.

"Sorry." Neal set his fork down neatly, but he couldn't seem to stop fidgeting with his hands. "It was great, El," he smiled at her, and it barely even looked forced. "Did you add the oregano like I said?"

From her place at the head of the table, Elizabeth could see Neal's leg moving so fast that it looked like it was vibrating. She glanced quickly at Peter, and then reached out to still the restless tapping of Neal's fingers.

"Neal," she said. "Why don't you tell us what's wrong?"

Neal looked down at their joined hands, and for a moment Elizabeth worried she'd overstepped some unwritten boundary. But then he said, in a voice more tormented than any she'd ever heard: "I can't-- I need to run again."

She squeezed his hand sympathetically. Neal had explained this to her once: Think of it as suddenly losing a leg, after spending your whole life as an Olympic athlete, he had said. You've got all these limitations that you didn't have before, and now that you can't do them you realize just how much you took certain things for granted. And sometimes... sometimes I stand at the edge of my neighbourhood and plan all the ways I could get out of there before Peter catches me...

Peter stood up. "Right," he said. "Upstairs."

"What about the dishes?"

"I'll take care of the dishes," Elizabeth said, already moving to do just that. When Neal looked uncertain, she said: "You two go ahead. I'll be up as soon as I'm finished."

She put the pans in to soak whilst she was there, and by the time she made it upstairs Peter had already secured Neal's hands to the headboard. Naked to the waist and stretched taut by the cuffs, Neal was lean and devastatingly beautiful against their sheets, and Elizabeth had to take a moment just to stand in the doorway and look. He didn’t notice her, too busy watching Peter check the cuffs, his eyes wide with something like trepidation. Somehow, Neal had managed to convince Peter to unbutton his shirt, or maybe he'd even done it himself, talking Peter all the way out of his clothes.

She touched Peter's shoulder as she passed, but she knew there would be plenty of time for them tomorrow, the day after, whenever Neal didn't need them. Neal looked up as she perched on the edge of the bed, and she couldn't help but place one reassuring hand high on his arm, over the swell of his bicep.

"Do you ever look at your life and think '... wow'?" Neal asked, although his eyes were so grateful that Elizabeth couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him. She was aware of Peter shifting on the other side of the bed, his fingertips on her back, a barely-there point of connection.

Elizabeth drew back from Neal's mouth only because she knew that Peter would want to kiss him now, and she was mindful of being too greedy. Still, she couldn't bring herself to pull away, not when Neal whimpered and arched up so nicely into Peter’s demanding kisses, so she contented herself with pressing her mouth to his neck, feeling the tendons strain. The handcuff chain rattled, and Elizabeth wondered if Neal was still planning his exit routes.

Well then, she told herself, they'd just have to give him something worth sticking around for.

[arobynsung]

White Collar, Elizabeth/Neal/Peter, at a steal

[arobynsung]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin/Lancelot, for my king

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It was night, and Arthur had finally taken off his crown. Now he sat in the dark. Every candle in the room was gathered around the bed, where Merlin lay. Well, Merlin was stretched there; limbs splayed and bound in place. Every once in a while he tried to move, and braided leather creaked. Even though he'd finally admitted to being a wizard, and accepted the hastily-created post of Court Sorcerer, Arthur was tempted to tell him his duties would still include oiling these leathers.

Lancelot hovered between the pale man's legs, his own skin gilded by the flames' light. As Arthur watched, he licked his lips, slowly, enjoying the stickiness of pre-cum. His hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed, and his own cock was imprisoned in tight lacing, a match for the one he'd just tormented. His only wizard, and the best of his knights, tangled up in ropes in the king's own bed, and he wasn't sure if the heat in his belly was jealousy or satisfaction.

"My lord," Lancelot said formally, and he stood. When he got closer he could see that Merlin's face was unusually flushed and sweaty, his eyes pleading. Then again, they didn't usually play such games for so long, so he probably should have expected that.

"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked. Merlin glared up at him.

"You are both sadists. Both of you."

He snickered.

"You're the one who said, I don't care what you have to do, you two have to start getting along."

"Yes, but I wasn't expecting to be tied up and... and teased for three hours!"

"Two," Lancelot corrected helpfully.

"And you did agree," Arthur added mildly. Merlin's glare did not abate, though he smiled a little when his king gripped his shoulder, an unspoken are you still alright with this and yes, you prat. And that kind of silent communication was something they'd learned over years together, something that was just for them. Something Merlin and Lancelot didn't yet share, and that helped to make it alright that there were things they did.

Still. It had been hours, and Merlin normally couldn't hold out for more than a few minutes when Arthur really got creative.

"Finish the show," he ordered, reaching down to pull loose the ties holding back his wizard's orgasm.

"For my king," Lancelot murmured, and bent to his task. Swollen, well-used lips closed around Merlin's shaft, wetting it all over again, and then his cheeks hollowed with suction and Merlin tensed in his bonds. Braided leather and golden light and muscles starkly defined beneath his skin, his eyes open on nothing as he shuddered and gasped and came. A sacrifice of pleasure, drawn by his knight from his wizard's body.

Arthur smiled, and tangled his hand in that crow's nest of hair. That would take the pressure off for one of his men, and the game could begin again.

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Harry Potter, Sirius/Lily/James, the keeping of secrets

Telling of Secrets

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Two can't keep a secret. Remus wondered why these particular three thought they could.

It was in every glance- lingering with wonder from Lily, sparkling eyes promising mischief from Sirius, and the content pleasure that came from getting all that was desired from James.

A too-long touch here, trailing fingers there- Remus might have as well been watching them fuck for all their subtlety.

That in itself was not at all an unpleasant image.

He imagined that James would be just a little lost, a toddler with too many toys to play with but determined to get the full joy from all of them; Sirius would be all hands and feeling, giving and taking as much as he could before it was yanked away; Lily would be careful, sensual in her command of their eagerness but an assurance that this could be forever.

Remus smiled into his wineglass as Lily passed a dish to James, Sirius' gaze tracking their brushing fingers with a heat that made even Remus a bit warm.

Maybe it was best that this was a 'secret', after all it made for very interesting dinner interactions.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor/Master/Rani, old friends and new enemies

[sandrine]

Alias, Sark/Vaughn/Sydney, "I wish I could say I didn't see this coming."

[sandrine]

Law & Order: UK, Matt/James/Alesha, after work

[salientdreams.livejournal.com]

SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen/Matt Cohen, daddy issues

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker/McSweeten, mine, mine, MINE!

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

DCU, Kon/Tim/Bart, My life as a very complicated drinking game

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DCU, Bruce/Tim/Dick, when in doubt - ask, when in need – request

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot with voyeur!Hardison, the things I can do with cameras

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Leverage/SPN, Dean/Eliot/author's choice, Well, this is fun...

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CSI:NY, Mac/Don/Adam, kneeling

[samueljames]

Not pure filth but close. Went over the limit so it's on my journal. http://scripps.livejournal.com/109723.html

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Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Rodney/John/Ronon, "Do we have to do this again?"

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NCIS, Abby/Tony/Gibbs, sex in a nightclub

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DCU, Dick/Babs/Dinah, two tongues are better than one

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DCU, Batman/Oracle/Nightwing, balance

Balance

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Batman needed Oracle – she was the extension of his mind, the voice in his ear, his hands on the data. She was the fount of knowledge, the seeker of answers, the disembodied part of him that could be all the places he could not.

But Bruce needed Dick – he was the light in his life, his shiny prince – the beautiful and joy that made the night bearable. His greatest achievement in a chaotic world of his never ending mission. His one reprise.

Nightwing needed Batman – he was the master who shaped him, the god in whose image he was created in. Batman was his first in so many ways and even when he rebelled, shedding his childhood skin to create himself anew – he never lost faith in the vision Batman had given him, the mission etched in his soul.

But Dick needed Babs – the woman who loved him, who gave him love when he craved and needed and cried. Who cared for him but never coddled, who held him when most he needed to hid, who told him the truth when he most needed it. She was his shelter, his sanctuary and even when they fought – that door was never closed.

Oracle needed Nightwing – he was the street beneath her feet, the rush of air in her face as she flew across the city. He was all that she could and should have been. Nightwing carried Batgirl’s legacy into the night and lead the life for both of them.

But Barbara needed Bruce – the second father who saw all she could and would be without worrying about her limitation. The mentor who gave her the freedom and resources to built her second mask, who encouraged her to foster her skills, who never questioned her endurance or gave in to her self pity. Bruce was her constant, the one who had faith in her.

Three people. Six lives.

And strangely – they balanced.

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True Blood, Eric/Sookie/Bill, counting orgasms

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney/Lorne/Radek, a romantic & candlelight champagne, strawberries & whipped cream

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

It had started off romantic, really it had. Evan had it all planned out. He’d been ordering supplies here and there, in small batches, for months. Candlelight. Champagne. Cream he’d whipped himself. Strawberries grown in one of the greenhouses (and he’d had to fork over so many packages of M&M’s to Parrish and Brown and the botanists to keep them quiet). What he hadn’t counted on was Rodney and Radek having a terrible day in the lab (he’d spent most of the day off-world, shepherding geologists and building goodwill with the locals).

So when the door to his quarters opened and both of them were there, Evan stood up, smiled, went to kiss Radek first, but Rodney grabbed him and yanked him deeper into the room. He looked furious. The door shut and, after some prodding from Radek, locked.

“Rodney?” Evan asked. He alternated who he kissed hello first in an effort to be as egalitarian as possible, but -

Rodney pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and kissed him into silence.

Evan wasn’t sure if it was all downhill after that, because there was champagne that he licked out of the hollows of Rodney’s throat and Radek’s collarbones, strawberry-flavored kisses, and whipped cream on interesting places and parts that Rodney and Radek sucked off of him with filthy slurps and clever tongues.

At the end of it all, the three of them were tangled on Evan’s bed, sticky and sweaty and deliciously sated, and Evan finally managed to ask, “How was your day?”