Wednesday - No RPS Day

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It's NO RPS/F day!

Choose any fandom/s - SGA/1, Leverage, Torchwood... - and then choose a pairing - but no real people, male or female. Not even as a crossover with a fandom.

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:
--Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, pineapple upside-down cake
--Firefly, Wash/Zoe, in the Black

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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Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, pineapple upside-down cake

Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, pineapple upside-down cake

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Shawn jumped to his feet, whimpering slightly at the aches in his body, but he ran over and opened the window letting out the smoke. He turned the oven off and then reached up to shut-off the smoke alarm too. He glanced at the ruined pineapple upside-down cake and sighed. It was all Lassie’s fault!

Looking over to the naked sleeping man on Shawn’s floor, he couldn’t resist the smile that came to his face. Licking his lips Shawn could still taste Carlton on them. That was so much better than the cake would have been anyway. Leaping over the couch again Shawn began to lick down the Detective’s body in hopes to awaken him for another round.

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Firefly, Wash/Zoe, in the Black

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It's quiet in the Black. When there isn't screaming and running and "oh god, oh god, we're all gonna die" anyway.

But tonight it's quiet. The ship sleeps with the big black of space wrapped around her like a quilt and nothing to do but listen to the sound of nothing around them.

Zoe stirs against him, skin on skin, dark on light and he marvels again that she's there with him at all, let alone like this, her body covering him the way space covers Serenity.

"Sleep, baby," she murmurs against him, the words ghosting over his skin. He presses kisses to her head, wraps his arms around her and makes comforting noises...but he isn't sleeping...not when he has this, her like this...

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Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, decaf

Yes, sir

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Jack took a sip of his coffee than spit it out.

"Ianto!" he yelled annoyed. The other man came into his office with a concerned look.

"Yes, sir?" he asked.

"This is decaf," Jack demanded slamming the cup down spilling it all over the papers n his desk.

"I know."

"Why would you do that to me?" Jack demanded leaning forward with a glare.

"Isn't it annoyed to get tricked?" Ianto asked tilting his head, "Like telling someone an alien's spit is acid and they must undress quickly in front of the whole team. Only it's not acid, it's just a sticky mess on fabric."

"Hey, I couldn't have been sure," Jack defended.

"Sounded damn sure in the moment."

"Well, huh," Jack said and sighed, "I'm getting decaf for a while aren't I?"

"Yes, sir."

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Torchwood/Angel the Series, Jack/Angel, hero

Heroes

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"Do you ever get tired of it?" Angel asked sitting down next the strange man he'd met and had helped take down the newest big bad.

"Of what?" Jack asked with a raised brow.

"Being the hero?" Angel asked leaning back in the comfortable couch and sinking into it.

"Nah," Jack said shaking his head, "What else am I going to do for the rest of my long, long life?"

"Vampire?" Angel asked having been unable to figure out what Jack was.

"Complicated," Jack said raising both brows than resting his arm on the back of the couch a little closer to Angel than he had been, "You?"

"Vampire with a soul," Angel said laughing slightly at the very idea, "Not so complicated."

"So your immortal, but can you be killed?"

"Sure. Sunlight, stake, dip in holy water, whole bunch of stuff," Angel admitted.

"Lucky," Jack said sighing wistfully.

"What about you?"

Jack shook his head. "I don't know, but nothing so far has worked."

"Nothing? You're the lucky one. It must be a lot easier to do your joke when you don't have to worry about any weakness."

"You'd think so won't you," was all Jack said in response and there was a look of understanding in Angel's eyes that he didn't often see.

"But that's what we do isn't it? We're heroes," Angel said his voice suddenly flat.

"Yup, heroes."

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Queer As Folk, Brian/Justin, mirrors

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Brian heard the metallic slide of the loft door and the heavy thud of a backpack on the floor, and grinned to himself with anticipation.

"Hey, Sunshine," he drawled seductively, glancing up from the drink he was pouring to see Justin shrug out of his jacket and amble towards the sofa, collapsing on it. "Long day?"

"Ugh, I think I really fucked up the art history portion of my exam." Justin said grumpily, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms and resting his head on the arm of the sofa.

Brian quirked an eyebrow. "Well, if someone didn't stay out clubbing all night instead of studying and getting his rest like a good little boy..."

"Well, if someone didn't drag me out to Babylon, insisting that life wouldn't be worth living if I didn't see the Abs of Steel contest..." Justin shot back, his annoyance tempered with a hint of amusement.

Brian walked over and kissed Justin's upturned face. "Not to worry. I have just the thing to cheer you up. Or at least get you up. Come on." He took Justin's hands and pulled him up, Justin reluctantly allowing Brian to lead him through the bedroom and towards the bathroom.

"Close your eyes," Brian insisted as he stopped in the doorway. Justin rolled his eyes and scoffed, but upon seeing the look of determination on Brian's face, he dutifully complied. "Atta boy," Brian whispered in his ear before teasingly nipping at the lobe with his teeth.

"What is this?"

"You'll see. I've been busy today, Sunshine. Or at least my decorators have." He grasped Justin by the shoulders and positioned him carefully. "Okay. Open 'em."

Justin opened his eyes and found himself staring at, well, himself. In triplicate. Three new full length mirrors erected in a sort of semicircle now stood directly opposite the glass-enclosed shower.

"Isn't it glorious?" Brian asked Justin's reflection, his delight evident.

"Um, well...it's a little Louis the Fourteenth, actually. Just felt like recreating your own personal Hall of Mirrors?" Justin snarked.

"Don't laugh, I'm a visionary. Just think how hot it will be when we can watch ourselves fucking from three different angles."

"Hmm. You make a good point."

"I know. And I have another one for you," Brian replied, his voice husky with desire. He slid his hands down Justin's sides and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up to expose the smooth expanse of skin of Justin's chest and abs. Justin was mesmerized at the sight of Brian's slightly tan hands skimming and caressing his own body. As he watched Brian's fingers working open the button of his jeans, he realized that this was quite possible one of the best ideas Brian had ever had.

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SPN/Dresden Files, Sam/Harry, exorcism

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SPN, Bobby/Dean, scars

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Dean had had scars, lots of them. Just like every other hunter. Slashes of claws, rips of teeth. Whip thin slices left behind from blades and puckered starbursts from bullet wounds, the shiney gleam of burns. Bobby knew all this. He'd been patchin' the boy up since he was 12 years old and had wanted to be just like his Daddy.

But now all that skin was smooth, freckles the only marks scattered on the surface now. He was still like his Daddy though, still carried scars that would never fade. Carried them like a true Winchester, in his heart and in his eyes.

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, No one makes me leave.

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Better late than never?

Nate is nearly to his flight, just yards from the gate, when a hand reaches out and drags him bodily, bags and all, into an alcove.

"Eli-mmph!" he tries to protest in surprise as Eliot clamps their mouths together in a bruising kiss. After a brief struggle, he realises that he's not going t o be able to escape the other man's grip and surrenders to the kiss, finding himself relieved beyond imagining that Eliot was here.

Here, and not already aboard a flight to somewhere, anywhere else.

Eliot releases him briefly, just long enough to growl, "No-one makes me leave!" before crushing their mouths together again.

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Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, playing pool

Any Better Than This (Leverage/SPN; Dean/Eliot; pool)

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“Somehow, I don’t think that’s the stick you’re supposed to be using.” Dean said, voice dripping honey as he stepped away from Eliot’s hand, grabbing the pool cue beside him and handing it over to the man.

Eliot smiled back radiating good ole’ boy charm and somehow it made his fingers brushing over Dean’s erotic instead of necessary. “My bad, won’t happy again.”

“That would make it my break then.”

“How is that?”

“Since you obviously don’t know a prick from a stick you probably need me to show you how this is done.”

“I won the last game.”

“And I won the first. Don’t be a sore winner.”

Eliot let his head back and laughed, his hair falling loose over his shoulders and Dean really wanted to reach over and grab it, to push Eliot onto the table and fuck him hard over it, but then again, there were plenty of opportunities tonight. Especially since the bar was already closed. It was the advantage of coming to the Roadhouse from time to time.

Dean bent over the table, lining up the shot. When he broke the balls went wild, scattering and sinking two stripes. Eliot whistled but Dean wasn’t sure it was his shot or the way he was bent over. Either way worked just fine for him.

He lined up the next shot and felt Eliot pressing close behind him, their bodies sliding tight against each other. “You gonna take that shot?” Eliot asked.

Dean pressed his forehead against this arm and groaned. He dropped the pool cue and spun on Eliot so fast the other man didn’t have a chance to defend himself. Not like he would though. He grabbed him by the arms and pushed until he was against the pull table, then grabbed his hips, lifting him up onto the sideboard.

“Thought we were playing best two out of three?” Eliot asked, his smile wide and innocent as Dean practically growled at him.

Really, there were limits. And Dean had learned one of his own tonight. He was never playing strip pool with Eliot ever again.

“I don’t think it gets any better than this.”

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NCIS/Dark Angel, Tony/Alec, mistaken identity

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Alec was quick on his feet. He had to be. He was an X5 series for godsakes.

So when he was plunked down in the middle of a busy street, a street that was busy with shoppers, pedestrians, and business men, he adapted. He kept the shock of his face, kept his mind from reeling. How had he walked through a busted up doorway in Seattle to what looked like Washington D.C., if the pristine monuments were anything to go by?

He kept his head down to keep from screaming. If that was not his only problem, his animalistic DNA in his transgenic soup was also raising its ugly head. His heat was upon him and it made him itchy. No time to seduce a woman into his bed or money to pay a whore, it would have to be a guy. Rub up against a guy's cock and they would at least let him blow them, something about his pretty face and full lips. He cursed Manticore for that.

That's what lead him to the bar, still unsure of his bearings. But part of him was glad. He saw a familiar face amongst the flickering lights and writhing bodies on the dance floor. Logan understood transgenic indsyncrosis such as being a bitch in heat. Some how Logan had gotten sucked into this world as well. It made his heart unclench a bit even as his training noted the differences of appearance. His face was fuller and his glasses were nowhere to be seen. His gait and posture was carefree as if he were able to shed his braces and wheelchair. But it was the wide smile and come hither eyes that made Alec pause.

Logan was staring at him, lust and invitation evident but it wasn't Logan. Cocking his head to the side he pressed up against the man, felt his hands settle on his hips.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," the man, obviously not Logan, breathed in his ear as he ground their hips together. Alec knew the moment that the pheremones in his skin was fully in the man's nose. The hands became tighter, more possessive.

"Come on."

Alec did not argue. He was taken to a nondescript hotel, stripped and fucked within the inch of his life. The man could seem to keep his hands or mouth off of his skin. They fucked until they couldn't get it up anymore.

Alec fully expected to wake up alone and sore. He was on his belly when he felt a soft touch to his nape. He could feel the edge of fingernail trace over his bar code. He kept very still. But the guy seemed to know he was awake. Serious hazel eyes watched him closely as warm hands turned him onto his back.

Alec wasn't sure what was going to happen but a soft kiss against his mouth wasn't it. The man's hands traveled over his skin, tracing and memorizing.

"I'm Tony."

"Alec."

Later would be time for questions and answers. But for now he drew Logan's face down, spreading his thighs, his heat demanding that he be touched. He made sure that it was "Tony" that he cried out when he came.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, chocolate sauce

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"What is this that we're eating?" Castiel asks warily. Dean's face is scrunched into an expression rarely seen outside his motel room and the way he's moaning around the spoon is damn near pornographic.

"Chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce and chocolate sprinkles," Sam says, blushing as he remembers the last time Dean made noises like that. Dean scoops up another spoonful and Sam starts to kick him under the table then changes his mind. Instead, he slips off his shoe and lightly drags his toes up the inseam of Dean's pants until he reaches the top. He rests his foot against Dean's cock, toes curling and uncurling gently.

Dean just looks at his brother and licks his lips, daring him as he slips the luscious spoonful between his lips and moans again. Sam presses harder, toes curling with more intent, and Dean's eyes slip closed as he licks the chocolate from the spoon. "Ohhhh God, that's so good," Dean groans, and Sam just smirks.

Castiel regards Dean gravely. "Do all humans respond to food this way?" he asks Sam, and Sam shakes his head. He smiles fondly at his brother and adds, "No, Dean's just special."

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Torchwood, Captain Jack/Captain John, "When I said you were the wife, this isn't what I meant."

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In Plain Sight/Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Mary Shannon, phone sex

In Plain Sight/Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Mary Shannon, phone sex

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"Oh yeah that's it... Damn it Sammy you better leave me some hot water tonight... Sorry about that, where were we?"

Somewhere outside of Albuquerque Mary Shannon leaned against the door of an SUV while. Her partner and witness were inside the dingy little rest stop bathroom.

"I dunno. Oh, yeah, I think I was taking off my underwear."

Elsewhere, in a motel in Ohio, Dean Winchester balanced his cell phone on his shoulder, picked up a shotgun and a rag and started cleaning.

"Right. Ok. So, I slide my hands up... -hey you still got those jeans that make your ass look like..."

"No. There was a thing, and then another thing and it's totally Marshall's fault. He said he'd do the laundry but that just made it worse."

"I know, right? I pretty much have to supervise Sam when he's doing the laundry. And god forbid he should be forced to use a different brand of detergent."

"Exactly. It's like he knows how to do one particular batch and nothing else. Oh, hey, were we gonna fuck or just fool around because I think that they're gonna be finished in the bathroom soon."

"Sure, ok. So, standing up?"

"Nah, my backs been kinda hurting lately so maybe we should stick to a bed."

"Beds good. I've got you laid out on the bed and I..."

Sam walked out of the shower, toweling his hair off.

"Dude, you know it's a fantasy, right? You can do pretty much whatever you want."

Dean put down the gun and waved away Sam's commentary. In the process of reaching for a different weapon to clean, he dropped the phone. Sam reached over and picked up the phone. A moan emanated from the phone in his hand. He put it to his ear.

"Hi Mary."

"Oh, uh, hi Sam. How are you?"

"Good. You?"

"Good. Where's Dean?"

Dean was currently grabbing at the phone while Sam kept him in a headlock.

"Busy."

On the other side of the line, Marshall and the witness rounded the back of the SUV. Marshall stuck the witness in the back seat, then grabbed the phone from Mary.

"Sorry Sam gotta run. Mary and your brother are gonna have to finish their rendezvous some other time. "

"That's cool. Talk to you later Marshall."

Marshall hung up and handed the phone back to Mary.

"I know this is hard for you, but if your sex drive could wait until we're sure the mob hasn't got men with guns in cars following us, that'd be great. Also, I always feel bad about you being on the phone with a criminal while we're on duty."

Mary punched him in the arm.

"Hey, the criminal thing, there are extenuating circumstances."

Across the country, Dean had reversed their positions and was giving Sam a noogie.

"I. Was. Gonna. Get. Some."

Sam flipped Dean and went for the purple nurple.

"On the phone! Doesn't count!"

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Doctor Who/Eureka, The Doctor/Jack Carter, oops

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When the mysterious blue box, police call box whatever the hell that is, fades into the police station, the first thing Jack does is starts writing up Form 365D(i) which says to him he's been in Eureka too long when he knows which form applies to incidents with sapce/time involving devices bigger than a bread box. When Jo walks into the station with coffee from Cafe Diem she raises one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows at him and says:

"Form 365D(i)? Should I call Dr. Paulson?" and Jack is just about to respond with why bother, Dr. Paulson never pays for his tickets anyway when the door to the device creaks open and a man with crazy brown hair and big glasses peers out at them. He's kind of hot, but Jack files that thought away for later.

"You're not Dr. Paulson," Jo says suspiciously. Which she has every right to, because after Fargo broke into the Continuum lab and almost ripped a hole in the fabric of space/time the only person at Global Dynamics other than Dr. Stark authorized to do anything with space/time is Dr. Paulson.

"Um, no, not exactly, but I am a Doctor!" the man offers brightly in an English accent and steps out of the device in a pin stripe suit and red sneakers.

"Yeah, and you're still going to have to pay the ticket and I'll be writing up a complaint to go into your file at GD," Jack says. The Doctor eyes him in interest.

"This is earth, yeah?" Jack and Jo both nod.

"Brilliant!" he says and then his eyes go wide with what Jack can only describe as child like glee. "Oh! Wait! It isn't - it is, isn't! Oh this is brilliant!" and Jack trades a confused look with his co-sheriff.

"This is what?" Jo asks.

"Eureka! I've always wanted to visit but the old girl," and he says old girl while patting the side of the device "she's partial to Cardiff."

"Right," Jack says and steps forward to grab the man's hand. "You're coming with me."

"Hmm, yeah, I supposed I could, you'd be taking me to Global Dynamics is it?" Jo frowns. Jack just drags the Doctor out to the Jeep.

"What did you say your name was?" he asks.

"Oh, the Doctor."

"Doctor who?" Jack asks. The Doctor smiles.

"Just the Doctor," he says earnestly.

"What like Madonna?"

"Well, with less singing," the Doctor says. "Mind you, there is some singing but that's best left to someone who is well, not me."

"Huh," Jack says and then Jo's voice crackles over the radio.

"Jack, come in, over."

"Yes Jo?" Jack asks. There's the expectant pause and then the Doctor leans over and says in a stage whisper.

"You're supposed to say 'Over' I think."

"Over," Jack says and rolls his eyes.

"There's some serious science here, the box is bigger on the inside. Over."

"Oh, must have forgotten to lock the door. Tell her not to press any buttons if you don't mind."

"Don't touch anything Jo, Over." Jack says into the radio and there's only silence to answer him.

"Best to turn around now I think," the Doctor says with a sigh and mournful attitude. "You humans, always touching shiny buttons."

Sorry, the porn muse appears to be broken, I'm working on it. *grins*

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Torchwood/Buffy, Jack/Buffy, cheating death

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"You were dead." Buffy tapped her foot against the grave stone. "And not in the undead vampire kind of way."

Jack stretched, cracking his formally severed vertebrae.

"Yeah well, I got bored, decided to come back." This was obviously the wrong thing to say as Buffy's eyes turned flint hard and her grip cracked the wood of the stake clenched in her hand.

"No one would leave heaven by choice. So where did you go Jack?"

"Somewhere dark." He pushed himself to his feet, meeting her eyes with his own. "I have my own way of cheating death."

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SPN, Sam/Dean, "I gave up coffee and cigarettes."

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"Dean."

"No."

"Come on," Sam was exasperated. Dean just hunched his shoulders and would not look at him.

Brother and lover, times had changed Dean. Gone was the 'fuck you' thirties and became a more mature forties, gray at his temples, green eyes that were still fire bright, hands quick and ready. But there was still an issue.

He pushed the glasses across the table and Dean sneered.

"No."

"They won't bite."

Dean shoved himself away from the table, hands in his pockets, and paced. Sam picked up the glasses and approached him slowly.

"I gave up coffee and cigarettes, Sammy," Dean's voice took on whine that made his lips tighten. "No more."

Sam sidled up behind him, kissed his soft warm nape. He felt the shiver go through Dean's body. "I'll fuck you."

Dean shrugged a shoulder, "You always do."

"Wearing these," He nipped Dean's neck and put the glasses in his hands, "Only these."

"Now?"

Sam loved that his brother's ears would still go red. "Now."

Sam should have known it would take sex. That's how he got Dean to give up coffee and cigarettes.

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Leverage; Nate/Eliot phone number

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"How'd it go?" Eliot asked from the conference room, eyes fixed on the screen before him. There was a hockey game on and he'd been in heaven since the puck dropped.

"Damn man, you should've seen him!" Hardison crowed. "He got her daughter's phone number!"

Eliot paused in mid chew, his eyes moving to fix on Nate and he growled. "Phone number, huh?"

Nate went and poured himself a drink, nodding. "Yeah, phone number. Threw it out though."

Eliot was already moving though, slamming doors closed in his wake as he stormed out of the suite.

Alec looked at Nate. "Was it something I said?"

*_*_*

Nate walked into his apartment that evening, hoping to find Eliot there. He'd stopped at the other man's place but it had been empty, no sign of Eliot's presence since they left there that morning. He paused at his front door and listened, then closed the door with a heavy heart.

Then, all at once, Eliot was right there and Nate hadn't seen him until he was less than an inch of space between them. The vampire's hand fisted in his hair, yanking him around to face the mirror by the front door. Nate gasped when he looked into the mirror and locked eyes with Eliot, almost embarrassed by how hard he had gotten.

"Phone number, hmmm?" Eliot purred menacingly. "Do I need to go and drain her to keep her little claws out of you?"

"No, I threw it away. Told her I was off the market." Nate was panting now, though out of fear or desire, he wasn't sure which.

"For her sake, I hope she listens..." Their eyes locked in the mirror and Eliot grinned wickedly, then sank his fangs into Nate's neck and drank deeply.

Nate could only gasp, his hand coming up and fisting in Eliot's hair as he panted...

"Yours," he breathed before crying out as he came.

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Lotr, Aragorn/Legolas, My lover the King

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Men are rough creatures. My lover is one such example.

He is a good fighter, certainly. What he lacks in delicacy and grace he makes up for in intelligence and strength. But his fighting style - it is rough. It is in the style of men.

His skin is rough. His hands, especially. And his face, where the scraggle of beard scrapes along everything it touches.

His carnal habits are rough as well. He tries to be as slow as possible but in the moments of ecstasy he always loses control, and it always ends in sweat and grunts and in the air the vague hum of something falling apart. Something being loosed.

I do not mind his roughness. I am wondering in fact whether I am not becoming a but rougher myself, in the company of my lover. My lover, the king of men.

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Lotr, Legolas/Eomer, horseback

Taking the step

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He wasn't ready with the feelings inside him that was woken when the elf had jumped up behind him on the horse.

Eomer was very aware of Legolas all the way to the stable, but at the same time he could not feel the extra weight he would make. Eomer wished that the way had been so much longer, so he could hear the elf's ringing voice. Not that Legolas said much, but it seemed to linger.

At the stable and Legolas gliding down, made the warmth Eomer had felt disappeared at once and he missed it. Wanting to feel part of what the elf awoken he took courage, "Would you want to share dinner with me?"

Legolas looked up with his azure blue eyes, "It would be nice, Eomer."

Eomer's heart flipped. The elf said yes. He responded with a big smile.

***The End (for now)

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TW, Jack/Ianto, pick up line

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"How do you do that?" Ianto asked watching another man get lined up and shot down by Captain Jack Harkness. They were out at a bar, a date of sorts and intelligence gathering.

"Do what?" Jack asked sipping at the beer Ianto had brought back for him.

"Use a pick up line on a guy, having it work and tell him to back off all before I can get back here with our drinks?" Ianto asked chuckling softly.

"Pick up lines don't work. Compliments can, sometimes don't. Randomly starting a conversation can, but mostly ends up in random conversation not sex. What really works is-," Jack said than was interrupted by his com.

"Jack," Tosh's voice came into both of their ears,"The suspected is in the club. I've got him on CCTV entering. He's got the alien tech with him and it's turned on. Do you have the glasses?"

"Yes," Jack said putting on the glasses as did Ianto. The sunglasses were not special besides being able to see electromagnetic waves that were being used to control peoples minds.

"Alright. I'll be in touch," Tosh said and the line went silent.

"So, as you were saying," Ianto said looking back at him eagerly.

"I decided not to tell you. With that cute off an ass and the secret to picking men up, it'd only end in heartbreak for me."

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QAF, Brian/Justin, phone sex

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They had gotten through all the tedious stuff. How was New York (pretentious). How was the family (as fine as anyone could be in Pittsburgh). Ignored the painful stuff. Was Brian ever going to come to visit (no). Was Justin seeing anyone (no). They were now on to the important things

"What's he look like?" Brian looks down.

"Body builder. Likes to think he's a top. Hey, watch the teeth."

Justin snickers. "That good, huh. Hung?"

"Would I accept anything else. You?"

"Twink. Ass is practically virginal. Mouth is far from."

"Ahh, those are the best. You close?"

"Yeah, almost."

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Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, content

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Hardison was on his computer playing his video game while Eliot stretched out on the couch reading. The loft was quiet except for the taptaptap of Hardison's fingers on the keys and the occasional rustling of paper as Eliot turned a page in his book.

Later, they were both in the kitchen, Eliot trying to teach Alec how to make a white sauce from scratch. Alec looked horrified when he burned the roux, but Eliot just laughed and scraped the mess into the garbage can and they started all over again. This time, Alec got it right.

After dinner they played pool, Alec explaining why he was going to win since he understood angles and trajectory and inertia. When Eliot won the game, Alec almost pouted, but then Eliot kissed him and he forgot what he was bummed about.

That night in bed, they relaxed and talked quietly. Their fingers were interlaced on Alec's belly and their voices were hushed. They talked about their past, Eliot telling Alec the truth about how he grew up and where. Alec listened and didn't judge, even when he heard about the first time Eliot had killed someone.

When they finally fell asleep, they were both tucked up under the blanket. Eliot's head was tucked under Alec's chin, and Alec's long fingers were cupped against the back of the smaller man's head. Smiles were on their faces as they dreamt...

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Being Human, George/Mitchell, unavoidable

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It was unavoidable, really.

No one else could really understand the things they went through everyday. No one else knew what it was like to have a monster inside. Annie knew them both better than most, but even she was purely a victim of her circumstances. She didn't know what it was like to be responsible for the suffering of someone else because of the secret darkness they carried.

The tension kept rising between them, along with the closeness and trust, as they saw each other through one emergency, one close call after another -- until finally, it was too much to hold back anymore.

Eventually, it had to happen.

In the wake of their release, George and Mitchell lay there, comfortably silent, trying to decide how they were going to break it to Annie.

They should have guessed that she already knew.

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She's got a knife pulled on him and he growls. He doesn't like being taken by surprise, and he hates it even more when it's by her.

"You stopped the wrong brother this time, Bela," he says, trying to judge whether or not he can grab the knife from her. "Dean has the Colt."

"And who says you don't have something more valuable?" she asks, a smirk lifting the corners of her perfect mouth.

He's stunned as she pulls his head down to hers and kisses him. Her tongue demands entrance and he parts his lips to allow her.

The knife slides up his shirt, slicing the buttons off, and part of him feels like he should be annoyed. Instead he snatches it from her and returns the favour, tossing the knife aside and opening her shirt to bare her breasts.

Her nails scrape across his chest as he lowers her head to capture one perfect nipple between his teeth.

There is a scramble of limbs as they fall onto the closest bed.

Dean'll be pissed, Sam thinks for a moment, but he doesn't care because she's got her hand down his pants and his erection is growing.

She's taking charge fully now, pushing him back and sliding his jeans down his hips. She eyes him for a moment.

"I was right," she murmurs. They're her last words before she sucks him to completion, swallowing every last drop.

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