Tuesday - AU Day

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It's AU day today.

Any fandom can be chosen - Merlin, Marvel comics, SGA and SG1, Torchwood, Leverage...even RPS/F - and fic can be slash, femslash or het. All you have to do is chose a fandom (or maybe even a crossover), a pairing and a prompt. Maybe your prompt could be another occupation for the characters you choose? Or maybe you want to send your thieves and conmen into space, or put your Lt Colonels into the White House? What about Prince Arthur as a member of a prestigious law firm, or Chris Kane: porn star? Maybe you could ask for one tiny thing to be changed in canon - maybe Rodney never fell for Jennifer, or Dean made it out of Hell a little more evil.

Basically, let your imaginations run wild!

Please code your prompts correctly, though, and please only leave one prompt per comment. Your talented codemonkeys do have a hell of a job to do. Please leave your prompts like this:

Examples:
--Leverage, Nate/Eliot, running from the Alliance
--RPF, Jensen Ackles/Eliza Dushku, Greenpeace activists

You can leave as many prompts as you want, answer as many as you want - and more than one person can answer a prompt. You can even write your own!
However, if you don't see anything you'd fancy writing from today, please, head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what you can give a home to over there.

Have fun!

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, running from the Alliance

I'll Take Those Odds (Leverage; Nate/Eliot; running from the alliance)

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

I couldn't pass this one up :P






Eliot stared at the man at his feet, his eyes wide and seemingly unfocused. Nate knew better though. He knew what Eliot was capable of and knew to trust the other man’s sometimes crazed ramblings. They didn’t normally make sense in the moment, but after the fact it was easy enough to piece it all together.

“Eliot?” Nate called out to him, afraid to touch when his mind was elsewhere.

“We have to go.”

“Where Eliot?”

“There are others that have escaped. We’ll find them.”

“Alright. We can find them Eliot, but right now we have to get away. I have to make you safe.”

Eliot looked at him then, eyes bright and focused solely on Nate. “I’ll never be safe against Nate. You should let me go.”

“Never.” Nate said, grabbing Eliot by the arm and pulling him close. “I’m not leaving without you Eliot. You want me to be safe, then you have to help me keep you safe. It’s you and me now. We’re a team.” He pulled his face close then, letting his lips brush across Eliot’s in a kiss that was far gentler than any other they’d shared.

“You got that? Me and you against the world if we have to be. Against the Alliance.”
There was humor in Eliot’s eyes when he looked and Nate smiled back at him. “Nothing in the ‘verse can stop us when we’re together Eliot.”

Eliot’s eyes went wild for a minute and Nate wondered for the millionth time what all the work they had done to his brain had really done to him. “Just you and me against the whole ‘verse Nate?” He whispered the words into Nate’s lips. “I’ll take those odds.”

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RPF, Jensen Ackles/Eliza Dushku, Greenpeace activists

I'm sorry about the bad jokes. Really.

[bertee.livejournal.com]

"We really- Ah, we really shouldn't be doing this here."

She straddled his lap, dark hair tickling his skin as she murmured in his ear, "Don't tell me you're pussying out on me now, Jen."

Jensen didn't answer, hands resting passively on her hips, and Eliza smirked. "Oh, c'mon. You're down with living in a tree for a week but not with getting laid while you're up here?" Her hands slid down his chest, raising goosebumps even through two layers of shirts. "Even Tarzan got his rocks off sometimes, babe."

She bent over, grinning when Jensen's eyes dropped to her cleavage, and mouthed hot kisses along his jaw as he protested, "We're making a point here..."

Eliza tugged his bandanna off and ran her hands though his messy hair. "What can I say, I'm very good at multi-tasking."

"We should be shouting, or holding up signs, or-"

Eliza tutted, toying with the zipper on his cargo pants. "All work and no play makes-"

"Me a dull boy?" Jensen filled in with a slight smile.

She shrugged. "I was going with 'sexually repressed', but that works." Her skirt rode up when she ground her hips against him, and Jensen unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of her bare thighs. "You just going to sit and watch? I know we're up a tree, Jen, but that don't mean you need to have a stick up your ass about this."

With that taunt, her lips closed on his, soft and demanding, and Jensen kissed back, parting his lips to let her eager tongue slip inside while his hands cupped her breasts. She rocked against him, nipping at his lower lip, and his touches became rougher, yanking down her flimsy shirt and pinching her nipples between his fingers until she moaned in satisfaction.

He continued to roll and twist and squeeze while her fingers entwined in his hair, wrenching his head back against the bark of the tree as she licked his neck, tasting salt and earth on her own lips. Her free hand dropped to his fly, and Jensen shivered in pleasurable anticipation.

An amused smile spread across Eliza's face as she curled her fingers around his shaft, and Jensen frowned in confusion. "What're you smiling at?"

"Nothing." She kissed him before laughing playfully. "Just thinking, people can't see the wood for the trees."

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SPN, evil!Dean/demon!Sam, a little less ritual and a little more fun

More crack than porn. Sorry.

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"Dean, where's the- Oh, shit."

"Hey, Sammy."

"That's not the Rylik candle. Tell me that's not the Rylik candle."

"It's not the Rylik candle."

"Really?"

"No."

"Dean!"

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I think there're some minions in the second circle who didn't quite catch the fucking bellow."

"What did you expect? That's an important candle, Dean. Important. The entire host of Bathor is waiting to cross into Kentucky and that candle is the only way of getting them there. It took hours to get enough sacred wax and carve those symbols and braid the wick- Why are you laughing?"

"Braided the wick? The demon king spends his time braiding wicks? You bring about the apocalypse and you're still a fucking girl."

"It's part of my duties! It's not- I'm not a girl!"

"Sure, princess."

"At least I know my responsibilities, Dean! You think this is easy? Leading packs of demon hordes requires work and sacrifice and ritual. I don't need you taking invaluable occult objects and using them as buttplugs!"

"You're right, Sammy. I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"Wanna punish me? I found this great paddle-"

"Dean!"

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Leverage, vampire!Nate/Eliot, London

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"Have I ever told you I hate London?" Eliot asks as they clear through customs.

Nate scowls at him. "No. Why would you hate London?"

"Food sucks, it rains all the time."

Nate grins at that, putting a hand on Eliot's hip to pull him close. "All the more reason to stay inside."

Eliot rolls his eyes, but can't hide his grin. "You brought me to London just so we can hide in a hotel and fuck?"

"It's called vacation, Eliot."

"Right. Not 'get Elliot out of the country while Hardison finds Marquez'?"

"Well, it serves that purpose too."

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Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, Shawn Spencer: porn star!

[nephir.livejournal.com]

*sputter* That is so very very wrong....and I so want to see it.

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RPS, JDM/Karl Urban, a new PA

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Dr Horrible, Horrible/Hammer, Bollywood

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, cops

[elebridith]

RPS, Goth!Chris Kane/Goth!Steve Carlson, "Can I borrow your eyeliner?"

*whistles innocently*

[havenward.livejournal.com]

hee~ Ok, so I'll get to this when I wake up proper like in a couple more house. But. ::snuggles you to bits::


And you do realize you can prompt more than once, right? I mean, I'll probably regret saying that... And oh god I'm supposed to code today lol. <3

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, yoga instructors

*tries to look innocent - and fails*

[amy_vic.livejournal.com]

I can't write it, as my porn is broken, but. Um. I'll be over...here. With my head in the freezer.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Wheeeeeee, AU day! *happy dance*

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, addiction

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Yeah - don't think I haven't seen just what you've prompted. ;p I has...ideas! *evil cackle*

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Vampire!Steve/Chris, plans

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Steve found Chris sitting near the fire surrounded by paperwork. His long hair was messy by multiple times hands had scrubbed through it. Steve's inner demon purred at the sight of the deep mate mark on Chris's throat.

"What are you doing?"

Chris looked up in surprise. Steve almost missed the days when Chris would give in and where glasses perched on his nose, but as a vampire consort, he no longer needed them.

"Getting things in order," Chris muttered, shifting more paper around and jotting notes. "It's time we made plans."

Steve felt anticipation and nerves twist through him. "Plans?"

Chris pushed away from the desk and walked into Steve's open arms. "Plans, I'm ready for the next step."

Next step, to become a full fledged vampire. To be completely Steve's...forever.

"Mine." Steve growled.

Chris offered his neck in response. "Yours."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Pirate!Chris/Merchant!Steve, obey

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"I'm disappointed."

Steven blinks through tears and shifts uncomfortably. "I came as quickly as I could. My wife--"

"I do not want to hear about that woman, Steven. I want you to obey."

"I'm here." Steven straightens his back and dares to turn to look at Christian. "I'm here and I did what you wanted."

He was naked, his back and ass welted from Christian's belt. Christian's hand fists in his hair and pulls his head back. "Oh do not think it is that easy. We have only just begun."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, moody

Moody, Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Nate

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Set pre-'The First David Job'.


Eliot hates it when Nate’s like this – when the memory of his son’s death drives him deeper into the bottle. When even Sophie’s unable to snap him out of his mood.

But Eliot isn’t Sophie, and he doesn’t give a good goddamn if Nate yells at him, or if Nate throws a punch. He can take it, after all; can take the insults and blows both hurled with startling accuracy for a man that seems determined to stay on the far side of drunk for the rest of his shortened life.

He doesn’t care about all that because, when Nate’s sober – or, rather, when Eliot’s forced him out of the office and into a shower and clean clothes and bed – the older man’s mood changes, and Eliot is quite willing to put up with the shit to get to those moments. When Nate reaches for him, pulling him into an embrace on the bed, Eliot goes willingly – even though those times are becoming rarer, now, and Eliot’s been thinking more and more on revenge as Nate sinks deeper into himself.

For now, though, he’ll let Nate keep him close, because Nate seems to drink less when Eliot’s around, and he’ll wear his shirt collars open to display the fading mark on his neck, reminding Nate of what he could still have, if only he didn’t give in to his moods so often.

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RSP, senior!Jensen/freshman!Jared, high school pranks

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Jensen admits that he enjoys a good prank now and again. They have an unwritten rule that the week of April Fool's Day, every year, is spent pranking all the underclassmen. This year, it's Jensen's turn to be the one to inflict embarrassment and pain on unsuspecting freshmen and Jensen's got the perfect target.

Jared Padalecki is a weird kid. Tall and gangly, always wears tight, dark clothes, hair all floppy and in his face. He's kind of a geek, kind of loud, and Jensen basically finds him irritating. He can't really say why.

But then his awesome prank ends up with them stuck in a janitor's closet after school is over, waiting for said janitor to stop singing along with the bad country music he's blasting right outside so they can leave without getting in trouble.

Also, the closet is really small with both of them in here. They're pressed too close and it's dark and Jensen's mildly freaked out. Jared is broad and huge and smells good and Jensen...well, he's having trouble not getting turned on.

"Was it worth it?" Jared asks him after about ten minutes of silent. Jensen shakes his head, then remembers that it's too dark to see.

"No, not really. Does it help if I apologize? 'cause I am sorry, dude."

"Eh," Jared says. "I was expecting something to happen. My brother was one of the guys who started the prank week."

Jensen laughs. "Yeah, mine too."

They go quiet again, then Jensen feels Jared press even closer. His breath catches. "Man, what're you..."

"Shut up," Jared says, and then his mouth is on Jensen's, soft and sloppy wet, fingers tracing along his cheeks and jaw, down to the waist of his jeans. Jensen moans helplessly, reaching up to thread his fingers through Jared's hair and deepen the kiss.

He's really not quite sure what happens next, it's all a blur. But he knows that Jared sucks his cock, messy and eager, letting Jensen fuck his mouth until he comes biting down on his fist. Then he jerks Jared off and licks his fingers clean of Jared's come.

It's probably the hottest thing he's ever done. And then the janitor opens the door as Jensen's tucking himself away and...well, Jensen has to say that it was worth it.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Kitty!Chris/Steve, bath time

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

*insert cartoon lightbulb effect here* you don't mind if its the kitten!chris rather than the original kitty!chris, do you?

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, frenzy

Frenzy, Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Nate

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Set pre-'The Second David Job'.


Eliot’s ribs are still hurting from the beating Sterling’s goon gave him when he breaks into Nate’s apartment. He wasn’t sure if Nate would still be living there – orders to scatter applied to the boss as well as his minions, after all.

Nate’s scent is over everything there, though, and it’s strong enough to be fairly recent. He wanders through the rooms, fingers trailing over the back of the sofa where he’d let Nate pin him to the cushions and suck him until Eliot had been almost mad with lust and need. The fridge is almost bare – a jar of mustard and a lump of hard cheese, and why Nate has mustard when he doesn’t eat the stuff is beyond Eliot. The cupboards are also near-empty, but at least there’s some bread and cereal there – both of them brands that Nate actually eats.

He laughs to himself – at himself – when he finally admits he was worried, but, then, Nate’s still his, his alpha and boss and his everything. Turning away, Eliot wanders into the bedroom, eyes flicking over the rumpled sheets and the clothes draped over the chair. There’s a burst of something in his chest that might be joy when he realises he can’t smell anyone but Nate in here, and he reaches for the sheets automatically, straightening them and making the bed as his thoughts wander. But Nate’s scent is too strong, and Eliot finds himself holding one of the pillows, nose pressed into the material of the case, and he’s so achingly hard, desperate and wanting, and Nate is nowhere to be found.

Eliot has control, though, practised and perfected long before he’d even heard of Nathan Ford. Instead of jerking off, then, he just lies down on the just-made bed and lets Nate’s scent surround him as his pulse-rate slows for the first time in the last week and a half.

It’s dark when he wakes – although he doesn’t know precisely what woke him, Eliot soon hears noise coming from the other room, and he doesn’t relax until the scent of Nateleaderlovermine becomes stronger and he realises it’s Nate in the apartment with him. He’s still hard, a distant throb of desire that increases when Nate nears the bedroom and pauses outside the door before entering. He doesn’t look surprised to see Eliot lying on his bed, and Eliot thinks he should be annoyed by that. Other than the bed, he hadn’t moved a thing in the entire place, and yet Nate’s leaning against the doorframe, looking for all the world like it’s a normal day and not like they’re all in hiding.

Eliot stares at him, meeting Nate’s gaze, and he hears his breath grow harsh as he sits up, one hand drifting down to rub at the front of his jeans – a moan escaping when Nate’s tongue licks out to wet his lips.

“Come here,” Nate says, holding out his hands, and Eliot’s off the bed before he can think, his own hands everywhere as he tries to touch all of Nate all at once. It’s been a week and a half, after all, and Eliot thinks he could state the time without this, without Nate down to the last second.

Nate holds him, arms wrapped around his waist as he leans back, taking Eliot’s weight while Eliot’s hands run through tousled curls and he mouths and nips at the underside of Nate’s jaw.

“Can’t…week and a goddamned half…Nate…” Eliot can’t finish a single one of the sentences that he starts – too intent on taking as much of Nate as he can before he has to leave and go without again.

“Bed,” Nate says firmly, pushing off the wall and backing Eliot to the bed that’s held them so many times. Eliot falls back onto the mattress, dragging Nate with him and already tearing at their clothes, desperate after so long without.

Nate laughs, the sound shivering through Eliot and he growls in the back of his throat, reaching up to drag Nate down into another kiss. There’ll be time for slow and sweet later – for now Eliot knows they both need this; speed and frantic touching of skin against skin and Nate’s teeth against the skin of his throat as Eliot arches his neck into the bite.

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SPN, geek!Sam/mechanic!Dean, across the tracks

For The World To See (SPN; Sam/Dean; geek/mechanic; across the tracks)

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

“Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me now that you got what you wanted?”

“And what exactly was it that I wanted?”

“Your car fixed for half the cost.”

Sam smiled at the man before him. He didn’t know what it was about him that made him want to get under than skin, not to mention his clothes, but it’d been there since he’d first see him walking into the shop across from Chad’s house. He could remember it clearly since it was the first time he’d been able to sneak out of his parent’s house and hang with his friends from the wrong side of the tracks.

“I should probably let you in on a little secret Dean.” He said, leaning in closer, feeling his body pressed hard against the other man that he’d already backed up against the wall behind the classic he was currently working on.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Sam leaned in and licked his lips. “I didn’t need your help fixing my car.”

“Sure, I bet you know all about them.”

Sam laughed as he brought his hand up to Dean’s hip, letting his thumb stroke under the hem of his shirt. He wanted to rip it off and strip Dean right there in the garage. Instead he brought their mouths together. God, he’d been missing this the last two weeks.

Dean’s hand came up to rest on his face and he could feel the dirt and grime and didn’t care because it was Dean and he’d do anything to feel his skin. “I…” he pulled back, suddenly breathless with want and need. “We have a mechanic on staff. Didn’t need to bring the car in.”

“On staff?”

“Yeah, at home.”

He saw Dean’s eyes widen as he looked up, startled and curious. “Who the hell are you Sammy?”

His knees felt weak from the kiss and he felt his fingers riding higher on Dean’s chest, exploring and remembering. “Thought everyone knew. Thought you knew at first too, but you didn’t so I brought the car. I needed to see you. Needed to get close to you.”

Dean pulled his face away until he was looking him in the eye. “Who are you Sammy?”

“Last name’s Spencer.”

“As in… Spencer Designs? The architect that just moved into town?”

Sam nodded. “Yep. That would be my Dad.” He frowned slightly. “You know my dad’s an architect? Most people just recognize the name.”

Dean shook his head. “I might be a mechanic Sam, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to ever be something else. Looked into architecture at one point. I had no… Sam… I didn’t know.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, I know Dean. You’re just after my body.”

Dean’s smile was relieved. “You’re daddy know you’re slumming it?”

“Nope. But we could always muss me up a bit to show him.” He suggested.

Dean’s laughter was everything warm and bright and Sam didn’t care that his parents would be appalled to find him here. He didn’t care that he was supposed to be at some dress function or other with them, didn’t care that they’d picked out the perfect trophy girl for him, or that they’d expected different from him. He had Dean’s laughter and that was all that mattered. He dove into Dean’s mouth then, wrapping himself around him as tight as he could.

Dean laughed into his mouth as he pulled back, looking at Sam. “Yeah. I think you do need a little mussing.” He smeared the pale white skin with his greasy hands and licked his bottom lip at the image. “God Sammy… gonna do more than muss you. Gonna claim you, gonna make you mine for the world to see.”

“Promise?”

Dean’s answering smile was brilliant. “Promise.”

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RPS, Winged!Chris/Steve, melt

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Christian is laying on his stomach on the floor, clad in only a pair of shorts. His wings are beating lazily above him in a futile attempt to cool himself down; sweat trickling down his feathers and down his back.

He sighs again, a growl in the back of this throat as he repeats for what feels like the millionth time that afternoon that its 'hot as fuck' and only April.

Steve chuckles as he wanders in, points out that all Christian is doing by beating his wings is stirring up the hot air. He laughs as Christian lifts his head long enough to flip him off, then grins and professes undying love when Steve chucks him a cold can of beer

Both men sigh happily as they drink their beer and Christian flops back to the ground again, head pillowed in his arms, still bitching about the heat and how he can't concentrate to do anything

Steve drains his can and places it on the table, pushing himself up from the couch and wandering back to the kitchen. He returns moments later with a tray of ice-cubes in his hand and settles himself down on Christian's hips, effectively pining him to the floor.

Christian grunts and tries to buck him off. He starts to lift his head and unfold his arms but Steve's hand is there, pressing him down, keeping him in place. Christian sighs, grumbles under his breath but relaxes back down - too hot to struggle.

"I know just the way too cool you down," Steve whispers, voice low and teasing in Christian's ear.

Christian mutters something half under his breath, his grumbling halted mid-sentence by a yelp and a gasp at the first drop of ice-cold water landing on his back. He twists and bucks, swearing as further drips trace down his spine but still can't dislodge Steve.

Steve just laughs and bends over to press a kiss to the back of Christian's shoulder. He follows the trickle of water down Christian's spine, licking and kissing his way down to where it had started to pool in the small of his back. Still holding the ice-cube above Christian's shoulders, he moans at the taste sweat and beer and ice-cold water and Christian

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Leverage, Vampire!Nate/Eliot, invincible

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"No."

Nate pushes on Eliot's good shoulder, the one not just above three broken ribs, to keep him in the hospital bed.

"I feel fine." Eliot insists, trying to peel the blankets back.

"I know you do, but you're not." Nate sits on the side of the bed to hold the blankets down and captures Eliot's hands. "I know you may feel invincible right now, but you're not."

Nate lifts a hand to touch his sunburned face and for a change, Eliot doesn't pull away. "That's just what a dose of vampire blood does to you. You need to let your body heal."

"What about you?" Eliot asks after a long while.

Nate smiles softly. "I'm good. Parker and Hardison found me some blood to get me on my feet again."

Eliot's hands find Nate's, turning them over to check on the burns that are slowly healing. He needs to feed more, but what he wants most he can't have just yet, so he'll wait.

"You're not invincible either." Eliot says as if sensing the thought. "Have Parker get you more."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Succubus!Chris/Steve, silence

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Silence settles over the room as he appears, his eyes bright blue and missing nothing as they survey the faces around him.

They are all men, they hide their women as though Christian might have any use for them. His needs are not what they might think, for all that they believe they know what he is.

This is not his first town, not the first place he has come to find his mate, but he feels perhaps this is the place where he might find him.

The leaders of the town watch him. He can smell their fear, their indignation, their grief. He hands the paper in his hand to the young woman who serves him as maid and liaison. She offers the scroll to the man he assumes is their leader.

His face turns red, then white as he reads the demands. "I have no desire to kill." Christian says into the silence. "Contrary to what you may think of me. Do this, and no more of your men need die."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Vampire!Nate, heavy

Heavy, Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/vampire!Nate

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Uh...this is probably not what you had in mind...and I have no idea where it came from... 0_o


“Stupid, stubborn, ornery sonuvabitch – probably let yourself get knocked unconscious just so’s you didn’t have ta walk back. Make me schlep your ass all the way. Best be damned grateful neither of us is exactly normal, I guess. ‘Least I’m actually able ta carry your stupid ass. Idiot. See how you like it next time – gonna get myself knocked out just ta teach you a lesson. See how you like it when it’s you carryin’ me all the way back. Couldn’t go in with back up, could’ja? Just had ta go chargin’ in like some kinda superhero. Goddamned white-knight boy scout complex gonna get ya killed one of these days – or me, an’ then where wouldja be? Nate? I swear to God, you best not be dyin’ on me. Bad enough I’ve gotta carry you, but I’ll be damned if I’m doin’ it for nothin’…”

Eliot paused, shifted Nate lying over his shoulder and huffed out a breath, gold-tinted eyes narrowing as he stared into the distance and then as he glanced over at the first pinkish rays of sunlight just creeping over the horizon. They’d make it…just. Rolling his eyes to himself, he tightened his grip on Nate and set out again.

“And another thing – you’re goin’ on a blood-only diet when we get back. Hell if I’m gonna be doin’ this again after you’ve been into Sophie’s imported Belgian chocolates and Hardison’s special-recipe pot-roast. I swear – the one thing that boy knows how to cook ‘part from microwave shit and it’s somethin’ that you scarf down like anythin’. I’m gettin’ too old to be luggin’ your heavy ass around…best be a helluva thank you in it for me…just you wait - gonna make you pay for this forever..."


Argh! Edited for epic!failness on my part - my apologies, darling ♥

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Merlin, client!Arthur/hooker!Merlin, first time

I have a problem with keeping it short.

[flariariia.livejournal.com]

Merlin is nervous. If he didn't need the money, he wouldn't do this, because he is so nervous he feels like he was going to shake himself out of his skin, not so much because this was wrong. Though it is wrong.

The young, rich man opens the door of his ridiculously luxuriant penthouse and looks down his nose at Merlin. This actually helps Merlin, as he is now a little less nervous and more angry at this prat rolling in money, who was now buying his virginity.

"Mr. Pendragon?"

"Yes, I think that's the name I gave them. Suiting, don't you think?" the man laughs and ushers Merlin in. "Arthur Pendragon. Maybe I should change my surname to that. Is your name really Merlin?"

Merlin nods at him, too astonished to say anything.

"Huh, fancy that. You may call me sire," Pendragon grins and sits Merlin down on a leather chair.

"Or not." Merlin scoffs under his breath, when he thinks the prat doesn't hear. But apparently he does hear, because he turns around like a whiplash, all joviality gone. Merlin's breath catches, now he finally notices how handsome his client is.

"What did you say?" Pendragon says slowly.

"Er, nothing. Um, are we going to get on with it soon?" Probably another mistake, judging by the look on the other man's face.

"Eager, aren't we?" Pendragon closes in and Merlin swallows nervously. "Don't you want this night to be unforgettable?" It would be unforgettable anyway, Merlin knew, and he just wanted it over with. But he couldn't tell it to the man that was now straddling him in the black leather chair, a breath away from his lips.

Then Pendragon kisses him, which is not what Merlin wanted, but he can't tell that to the bastard either, because he feels like he hasn't breathed for minutes and his head swirls. "Ask me," the man tells him, and Merlin doesn't understand, he feels himself strain in his jeans against the other groin and he needs to...

"I won't go on if you don't beg me to," the evil, evil man whispers and Merlin groans and wonders how things turned upside down, shouldn't he be the one giving-?

"Please," he moans and when there is no kiss after that, nor friction between his legs, he continues, "Please, sire." Arthur hums, pleased and passes his tongue into Merlin's mouth, just like he passes his hand into Merlin's jeans. A few deft maneuvers later Merlin’s prick is out and about, poking Arthur in the stomach. When Arthur touches it, Merlin suddenly bites into Arthur's shoulder, which produces such a groan from Arthur that Merlin has to look up. He is met by a burning gaze that does not seem to forebode well.

“Clothes off,” Pendragon says in clipped tones. “Into the bedroom,” he points. There is no room for discussion, and when Merlin hovers a little at the bedroom door, his open jeans still on, Pendragon storms at him with murder in his eyes.

Merlin almost slams the door closed in fright, his pants dropped on the floor and his prick still stretched against his stomach despite, or perhaps because of the unpredictable temperament he was faced with. He cannot close the door, however, because Arthur stands there in full naked glory. He attacks Merlin, mouth on mouth, arms holding his arse to ensure full contact to their pricks and Merlin can only grab at his back and whimper.

And when Arthur finally pushes into him, takes his virginity as a present for himself, for some reason, through the pain and the burn, Merlin can only think that this is right, so right he is ready to sell himself to the bloody prat who is tugging an overwhelming orgasm out of him.

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Being Human, George/Mitchell, in prison

In prison, Being Human, George/Mitchell

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I've been watching way too much Oz! *headdesk*


Every night, George thanks God – or whoever looks out for idiots like himself – that someone saw fit to put him in a cell with Mitchell. He really doesn’t think he would have survived, otherwise.

The first night he’d been in prison had, quite possibly, been the worst night of his life after…well, after. But the next morning Mitchell had jumped down from the upper bunk, landing right in front of him, and he’d stared at George for a minute. George has no idea what Mitchell saw in him, but he knows that the other man shadowed him for the entirety of that day – he’d always been there when George had turned around, mostly leaning against a wall with those dark eyes fixed on him.

Tully had come up to George that day – the first and only time the other man had done so – and when George had refused his offer of protection and guidance in favour of other…services, Tully had become violent, lashing out at George and clawing at his face. Mitchell had been there in a flash, stepping between George and Tully and forcing the other man to back away. When Tully hadn’t quite got the point, Mitchell had reached out and latched on to Tully’s wrist, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed and George heard something snap as Tully screamed in pain.

After that Mitchell had apparently taken George under his wing, so to speak. All in all, George really couldn’t have been given a better cellmate – almost all of the rest of the prisoners seemed to fear Mitchell, if not actually respect him, and even Herrick and his band of insane weirdoes left well enough alone. Between Mitchell being with him almost all day and the conversations with Annie, the pretty nurse in the infirmary, which kept him relatively sane, George thought he was about as lucky as a man in prison could get.

Mitchell had even started teaching him self-defence, although George suspected there was an alternate reason to that when Mitchell had knocked him to the floor for the third time in as many minutes and George had looked up to find the gym otherwise deserted and Mitchell looking down at him with a sweet grin on his face as he offered George a hand up. He had pulled George in close to his body, his other hand sweeping down the line of George’s back, and George had looked into those dark eyes and he had swallowed, tongue flickering out to wet his lips before he leaned in and pressed them to Mitchell’s mouth.

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