MONDAY - SECRETS (AND LIES)

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Hello, everyone! I'm Barbara ([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]), and I'll be your hostess for this week. While I will try to get the posts up at midnight, if I can't stay up that late, I'll post them around 7:30 AM (ET) before I head to work.

To start things off, our theme today is going to be Secrets (and Lies), so you might want to write about characters trying to keep things hidden, about secret desires being revealed, or about regrets for keeping things hidden. The characters don't necessarily need to be hiding from each other; they could be trying to hide from themselves. You could also write about characters being kept in the dark and about things lurking in the shadows. Be as literal or as creative as you like. Any fandom, any pairing.

Please follow the following formats (the second is for crossovers) in your requests in order to help the code-monkeys:

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

Some examples might be:

Underworld, Lucian/Sonja, chains
SPN, Dean/Castiel, He couldn't possibly know.
Prophecy/SPN, Lucifer/Dean, You know you really wanted it.

You may leave as many prompts as you'd like as long as they're one prompt per comment, and you can write in response to your own prompts.

If you don't see any prompts today that wake up your muses, then please check out the Lonely Prompts index for inspiration.

Most of all, have fun!!!

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Underworld, Lucian/Sonja, chains

In chains (R for Themes)

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"Did you leave up here what I asked you too?" Lucian asked as he walked up to their secret stop. Sonja was already breathing hard in excitement as she came up behind him.

"Yes," she said holding up the chain and shackles that he'd requested, "Not that I understand why."

"I don't believe you understand the risk in which I take to be with you," Lucian admitted taking the key and opening the locks.

"Don't understand? I risk my self when I come here. Do you know what they would to me if they found out?"

"Your father protects you too much. You'd get a slap on the wrists and all would be forgiven as a frolic of youth," he said, "You'd never had your freedom taking from you."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked shaking softly at the tone in his voice.

"Undress and let me put them on you. Let me help you understand how much I love you and risk to be with you," Lucian said offering the chains to her.

The warrior in her told her not too, but the woman understood. She flipped out of her dress and went to him, offering her wrists.

The metal snapped around them and than another around her neck. She gasped at the cold, sharp feeling of the metal. her feet then were bound and a stick placed between her legs to keep them apart. It too was chained in place. She couldn't move. She feel to the floor when he gently pushed her, scrapping both of her knees on the rock. It hurt and she couldn't move her hands to cup them. She wanted to cry and that wasn't a sensation she often indulged in. A tug on the chair around her neck snap back and she was forced to look up at Lucian. He'd never terrified her more than now.

"Scared? It's odd to see you so, yet still strong inside hm? They would break that or try too. I go home to these chains every night Sonja. They are my home and my comfort. This my life. Can you imagine?"

She tried too. The idea of living like this. God she couldn't bare it. She'd rather die. If she was under the care of anyone but Lucain right now she'd be run into the sun or give them a reason to kill her.

"My love," he said kissing her cheek, "I would never hurt you, but they would hurt me beyond words if they found us. Never let your guard down, for my sake."

"Never," she said kissing the kiss had been lover. The idea of him touching her while in these chains, and she couldn't stop him, was oddly erotic.

His hands went to the chains instead and unlocked them. They released her and she grabbed her wrists massaging where the metal had bit. She sat up as he undid the ones at her feet and let her legs close again.

"you know," she said looking him over, "one of these times we should do something naughty while one of us is chained up."

Lucian looked surprised. "I haven't even though of that..."

"Come on, let's make some good memories in chains..."

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SPN, Dean/Castiel, He couldn't possibly know.

Confession

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There are things you confess to your Father, in the silences of the world when you know He's listening. And there are things you confess to your brothers and sisters, things buried so deep inside that even confession never fully brings them into the light. And there are things you never confess at all, because you know, in the way that you now know the pound of your heart and the shape your limbs, that a confession would be meaningless, that in your soul there's nothing to confess at all.

Castiel's lips are to God's ear, as any good servant's would be, but they don't always speak.

It's a heady thing, free will. Such a simple idea; such complex consequences. In this mess of orders and counter orders, of uncertainty about what is right and what is wrong, what is desired and what is abhorred, Castiel breaks a habit of millennia to make his own decisions for the first time.

The first of those is to trust the one person he knows follows his own damn path.

Dean Winchester is both his charge and his hope, and when the choice is his Castiel looks upon his attachment as a strength, not a weakness. He does not deny what the instincts of this flesh tell him to do. When his hands touch Dean's body, when he draws him closer, when he lets their desire grow and flourish, he believes he's still doing God's work. He's doing His work in the best way he knows how.

Serving his Father hasn't been a simple thing in a long time.

In these days on Earth, when he's vulnerable to flesh - rough, flushed, trembling flesh - Castiel wonders if his Father was ever listening at all, for if He knew the things Castiel did not confess to Him, if he knew the ways in which Castiel used this instrument he had been entrusted with, would He truly let it happen?

It's easy to see now why questions and doubts are discouraged. When what he does now feels so right, Castiel begins to question everything that came before.

It used to make Castiel tremble with fear to think that his Father might not always be at his shoulder, guiding his hand, sharing every moment of his existence.

Now, he trembles with relief.

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Prophecy/SPN, Lucifer/Dean, You know you really wanted it.

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SPN, Sam/Dean, it's always been you

Dean's POV in "It's a terible life"...

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*Before Remembering*
Blinking a bit Dean tried to remember something. He had it. Sam that was the tech's name. Even a day later Dean could still feel the urge and momentary attraction. The meeting in the elevator could be the beginning of something great and wonderful. But office romances never work out he told himself. And for all Dean knew the new guy had a girl in the city already. And it wasn't as if he actually had the time in his life for a fling. Excuses, excuses, that was all Dean really had...

*After Remembering*
It was all Dean could not not to cry and shake a little. He'd forgotten not only his little brother but the love of his life. Well he thinks that wasn't necessarily true. There had been some moments where he recognized Sam in some intimate way. In the elevator and after the couple of fights he felt a twitch or two of attraction. But god he'd he'd forgotten the most important person in his life and no matter what that damn angel said he still didn't know if this game they were playing was worth the loss of his love, his Sam.

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SPN, Castiel/Sam, secret plans

not exactly porn...

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

Castiel watches the taller Winchester sneak out of the hotel room and immediately knows where the young man is headed.

He'd fought against the orders, of course. The whole point of the human creation had been to grant them free choice. Manipulating them seemed to dishonour his father somehow.

But this was a war, and Castiel was just cog in the figurative wheel.

He followed the young Winchester on principle. It was his fault for not telling Dean that Sam's gifts were gifts; that if he used them - Hell could be defeated. He hadn't spoken up, and he took it upon himself to keep Sam safe.

Instead, he allowed Uriel to poison Dean's mind; allowed Dean to lash out at Sam.

And watched as that very thing drove Sam farther into Ruby's clutches.

As she rode the young Winchester inside the hotel room, her eyes lifted to Castiel's. She smiled at him for a moment, shared knowledge.

For now, she could have him. But she knew she was just helping turn Sam into a tool for Heaven.

Castiel could wait his turn.

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Twilight/Firefly, Edward/River, nothing between us

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There’s nothing between them, nothing but truth. From the others, they keep whatever secrets they can. In the cold, white, polished labs where everything physical is stolen, the privacy of their minds is a special place, warm and messy and rough at the edges, soft at the core.

She asks him about love. Her own thoughts are… skewed. Not broken or shattered, the way the others think; she isn’t fundamentally damaged. Everything is just jumbled and twisted and slanted, a puzzle wherein the pieces are here and there, and hard to reassemble (it helps their communication, that he’s brilliant). She sends her tentative answer through a funnel of words, and it comes out like: warm eyes, silly days in the grass, unreasonable where reason ought to apply.

Edward pauses, considers tact and tactile responses. He thinks, and tries to help her feel: the dual sensation of being burned slowly, from the inside and outside at the same time. Icy skin made warm from contact with flushed palms, pulsing with the beat of a desperate heart; a pain, a hunger, and absolute ache that starts somewhere in the stomach and moves steadily upward. The accompanying memory is powerful, and more slips this moment than he meant to bring up. Regret. Loss.

Aloud, she says, “For an earth that was?”

The metaphor is apt. Yes, an earth. He used to revolve around it (her).

"I'm not a planet," She says. "And you're very reasonable."

But.

He was happy to have her, too.

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SGA, Sheppard/Lorne, DADT

SGA, Sheppard/Lorne, DADT- Don't Ask, Just Do

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When the bag split open and Lorne's things spilled out, Sheppard immediately bent down to help his second in command gather it all back together. And if he happened to notice that there was what looked like a finely made black leather tawse or a set of what could very well be nipple clamps, well that was none of his business. Not in any official manner anyway. But unofficially? Sheppard's eyes met Lorne's, and he offered a predatory smile to the nervous looking man. Unofficially, this could get very interesting.

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Lost, Sun/Michael, can't tell Jin

Lost, Sun/Michael, can't tell Jin

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She loves her husband.

She will always love her husband.

But Michael's smile is infectious and Sun feels a traitorous buzz of happiness in her chest every time that she thinks of him. He is nothing like Jin, but everything like the man she married in the beginning; he respects and understands her in a way Jin is incapable of doing, now.

Nothing ever happens – nothing ever has to.

Her heart strays even when her eyes do not.

"You can't tell Jin," she says; she means about her English, about that old secret that only Michael shares with her. She could mean a whole host of other sins; she has her share.

"Don't worry, man," Michael says. "I won't say a word. It's not like he'd even understand me, y'know?"

Jin isn't stupid. He'll work it out, and Sun remembers what happened to Jae. Jealousy is a powerful, deadly force.

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RPS, Orlando Bloom/Gerard Butler, He'd never tell him.

RPS, Orlando Bloom/Gerard Butler, He'd never tell him.

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Gerry had a secret.

He'd had it since the first moment he'd laid eyes on the young man who had walked into his tattoo parlor one day looking for a new tat.

He couldn't explain why he was so instantly drawn to the other man. Okay, well that was clearly a lie, because Gerry knew why. He knew that he had finally met the one person he was meant to be with for the rest of his life.

The problem was, he didn't know how Orlando felt. Orlando with his bright smile and his deep chocolate brown eyes that sparkled when he laughed, had never indicated to Gerry if he were interested or not.

Though, Gerry suspected he might be since Orlando hadn't decided on a tattoo that first day, but he had returned every day for the next week still trying to narrow down the one design he liked best.

His fellow tattoo artists started giving Gerry hell after the third day saying he had a stalker customer. But, Gerry just laughed. He knew better. Those guys were just jealous because he had the best looking customer, or non-customer as it were, of the whole lot.

Gerry had decided after only the second day that it didn't matter to him if Orlando never got a tattoo, as long as he kept coming back in, Gerry would gladly give up his daily take just to have Orlando come back to him again and again.

He'd never tell Orlando, because it might embarrass him and he'd stop coming by and Gerry could not let that happen.

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RPS, Orlando Bloom/Jake Gyllenhaal, I didn't mean to...

RPS, Orlando Bloom/Jake Gyllenhaal, I didn't mean to...

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Orlando felt horrible.

He and Jake had been horsing around in the back yard, throwing the frisbee back and forth, trying to play keep away from the dog. Simple enough, right? Who could get hurt from something as trivial as that?

Jake had bent down to tie his shoelaces and when he stood up the frisbee that Orlando had thrown a little too hard, had smacked into Jake's face, followed by Sidi who saw his chance to abscond with the toy he'd been after all afternoon.

"Ow! Shit, you hit me, fucker!" Jake moaned, while rubbing the side of his nose.

Orlando jogged to his side. "Oh, man. I'm sorry, love." He pulled the reluctant man into his arms. "Let me see the damage."

Jake blinked through watery eyes, his vision a little blurry and then crossed when Orlando leaned forward and kissed the sore spot on Jake's nose.

"There now, that should make it better." Orlando soothed. "I am sorry you know. I didn't mean for it to hit you."

"Yeah, I know." Jake decided he was done with the frisbee, especially since Sidi was currently chewing the poor disc into pieces by the backdoor.

"Let's go inside and grab a beer, yeah?" Orlando suggested, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulder leading him toward the house.

"Sounds like a good idea." Jake replied, leaning into Orlando's side while they walked. "I might need some more of those kisses too."

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LotR, Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean, Why didn't you tell me?

LotR, Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean, Why didn't you tell me?

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This is a sort of follow up to my fic 'Love Me, Again' (http://viggorlibean3.livejournal.com/18275.html)
(please don't hunt me down)

The house was quiet when Sean finally arrived home after a long day of doctors’ visits and a multitude of tests. His body was aching from top to bottom and all he wanted to do was shower and crawl into bed and sleep for days.

“I’m home,” Sean called out tiredly, knowing Orlando had to be somewhere in the house.

A shuffling noise coming from the kitchen area drew his attention and Sean slowly made his way from the living room to the brightly lit kitchen to find his lover sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen counter, he was holding his mobile in his hands and his head was bowed.

“Orli?” Sean called out softly.

Orlando looked up and anything else Sean might have said died in his throat when he noticed the red swollen eyes of his lover. He rushed to Orlando’s side, enfolding the slender man into his arms.

“What is it, Lad?”

“Penny from Doctor Chambers office called while you were out,” Orlando could feel the other man’s body tense up as he spoke. “She said that you left today before they could schedule you for a follow-up appointment.”

Sean closed his eyes, dreading the sound of sadness and fear in Orlando’s voice. He felt Orlando finally pull away and looked into his deep brown concerned eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going in for tests today?” Orlando asked, while trying to reign in his fear of what this meant. Did it mean the cancer was back or was it only a check up? When Sean didn’t immediately answer, Orlando’s worry was kicked up a notch.

“Sean?”

“I.. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Fucking hell, Sean.” Orlando sat back on the stool, attempting to contain his outburst at once again being left out of something this important. “I’ve told you that I want to be here to support you and I can hardly do that if you keep shutting me out.”

“I know, Lad… I wanted to make sure this wasn’t me just overreacting to the symptoms I was having.” Sean stepped closer to Orlando, reaching to turn the other man’s chin back towards him so they were looking eye to eye. “There is a chance that the cancer has returned. I will need you now more than ever.”



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Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar, This stays between us

It went cracky...

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"We can't ever let anyone know about this."

Both men lay on the hotel bed, sprawled in respectives states of sweaty, satied exhaustion. Unfortunately, it also meant they'd both started really thinking about what had just happened.

"Agreed."

"My reputation would be ruined!"

"Your reputation? If this got out my friends would never look at me the same again."

"Please, they've forgiven you for worse."

"All the same..."

"This stays between us."

. . .

"Of course, that doesn't mean it can't happen again."

"You know, I was just thinking the exact same thing."

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NCIS. Gibbs/DiNozzo. Daytime friends and nightime lovers.

[pipisafoat]

"Good morning, Boss!"

"DiNozzo." The empty cup in his hand was trashed in favor of the fresh coffee waiting on his desk. "Not bad," he said after a taste.

Tony grinned. "Too strong for me, figured you'd be the only one who drank it like that. I'm still waiting for mine to brew." He shrugged, turning back to his work. "I hate that coffee maker."

I was fucking Tony on his kitchen counter too early in the morning. It was completely his fault for wandering in wearing my too-tight boxers and nothing else. He was panting, catching his breath from his orgasm, encouraging mine with hands stroking up and down my back and ass, when the stupid coffee pot spurted hot water at his back instead of into the pot. He shouted in pain, automatically tensing up, and it pushed me over the edge. When I finally thought, minutes later, to ask him if he was okay, he grumbled, "I hate that coffee maker. First it burns me, then it makes me miss your orgasm."

"Oh, hey, Boss?" he called across the squad room a few minutes later, just as Kate came in.

"Hmm?" Gibbs didn't even bother to look up from his papers.

"I think I've got something on the old Sampson case."

His boss looked up, pulling off his glasses. "Sampson?"

"Last year. Kidnapping, murdered the mother when he returned the kids? It was one of Pacci's."

"Which makes it ours how?"

Tony shrugged. "I helped him out some. Took it since I was already familiar with it. Point is, I think I've got something."

"Well, spit it out!"

Tony smirked slightly. "I don't know, Gibbs, you may want to come see for yourself."

"Jethro?"

I sighed. "Tony?"

"There's something interesting on the wall here," he said, sounding puzzled.

Not another funny-colored bug. Sometimes he's worse than a two-year-old. "So take a picture and send it to Abby."

"I don't know, Jethro, you may want to come see for yourself," he said seriously. "I'm not so sure this is a job for Abby."

I sighed and set down my sander. "Tony, what-" I stopped as I turned around. Oh, yes, something very interesting against that wall. "Is that my ex-wife's dress?"

After some computer tricks from McGee, Kate sweet-talking a judge, Gibbs chasing a suspect for half a mile, and Tony tackling him after a lucky shortcut, they had a confession and a closed case. Tony also had one hell of an empty stomach.

"Boss," he whined for what he was sure was the tenth time in as many minutes. "I'm hungry."

"Really, Tony, we hadn't noticed," Kate muttered. "Gibbs, will you please let him eat so he'll shut up?"

Tony laughed. "Oh, Katie, I'm so flattered that you think food will keep me quiet."

"At least with food in your mouth--"

"He talks with his mouth full, Kate," Gibbs interrupted. "It won't help."

His lips were wrapped around my cock, one of his hands between his own legs despite the jeans still covering his crotch. We'd only been together for a few months, but I'd already realized the advantages of being able to understand Tony's words during a blowjob. The first time, I hadn't understood or answered, so he'd stopped sucking me to make a few movie references.

Most of the time, just a grunt was enough to satisfy him, but sometimes he asked questions. What's for dinner, can we watch a James Bond movie tonight, where's the lube?

"Forget the damn lube and get your fingers in me already!"

The feel of a finger pushing into me combined with the vibration of Tony saying "On it, Boss!" around my cock, and it was all over.

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Heroes, Sylar/Claire - Don't hold back.

RE: Heroes, Sylar/Claire - Don't hold back.

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"You can't kill me, Claire, I can't kill you either." Sylar spits through grinding teeth. They had fought each other for what felt like hours. Punches never left bruises for long, cuts knitted back together, bones were easily shoved into place, and even the chunks of flesh ripped out by teeth regrew.

"Doesn't matter; I'm not quitting." Claire answers from her seat on Sylar's chest. They're both covered in blood and sweat with a thin layer of gun powder covering them. Sylar is the weaker of the two because of well placed slashes from a knife dipped in some liquid sediative.

"Who said anything about quitting?" Sylar breathes out, chest moving up and down like waves that won't cease. Claire has her hands around his wrists and her legs around his, but she knows she won't hold her position for long.

"What are you saying?" Claire asks, her nails pressing deeply into the soft skin around Sylar's wrists. She knows it won't do much damage, but it makes her feel better.

"I'm saying that we don't need to fight, Claire, we can help each other." Sylar offers with a sly grin that spreads over his face. She wants to scoff at his suggestions and continue the pointless fight, but something in her makes her clutch lossen. She sits back, knowing he cold flip her at any moment. It's a sign of faith and trust. One that he doesn't deserve, but she's willing to listen.

"Yeah, get on with it, I don't have all day. I have a manicure this afternoon." She lies to lighten the mood that has become dense and serious. She likes it better when they're tearing at each other's faces.

"You want something less appalling for you?" Sylar asks, not expecting an answer. Shadows crawl across his face like maggots over a corpse. He's gotten faster and slicker in the last few months. Claire smiles down at the new face and body beneath her, feigning ignorance and welcoming the warm embrace.

There's a hand in her hair and one on her waist. The first tangles in her hair, catching on drying blood. The second slides under the tore edges of her t-shirt as her fingers race over unbroken skin.

"Change back."

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CSI Miami. H/Speedle. He's still be haunted by the possibilities.

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Horatio had never never touched Speed, he'd been to tied up in propriety, in being sensible and detached, and he'd missed it.

Missed his chance to have something and now he was haunted by the possibilities of what never happened.

He'd never be in love like that again, never love like he denied himself. Oh, there would be others, he was not principled enough to hold himself back until death, but he would never love them like he had Speed.

Speed had been his one, and he had held back and now he was left with nothing but haunted memories.

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Heroes, Hiro/Ando, his lips are sealed.

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CSI. Nick/Warrick. They never knew about us.

Getting Away With It

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obs unbetad
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It had been going on for sometime and they become quite good to hide it. Never arrive at the same time. Never leave together after work, if no one else suggested they would get out taking a beer or eating breakfast.

Both Nick and Warrick were sure that no one would ever guess that they were seeing each other. Not even if they was excellent crime detectives. Both know to take any evidence away or hide things.

At first they been nervous about getting caught, but it had turned into a game of see how long they would managed. They know of course that they might be carless when things went smoothly, so they didn't relax completely. They both seen people make mistakes then.

There was one time it been close, and that was Sarah who asked Warrick if he had something going on with Nick. He had denied it. To their luck Sarah seemed to have forgotten it. They just continued, certain they would get away with it for a little longer.

~*~*~The End ~*~*~

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Heroes, Noah/Gabriel, one of us, one of them vs. one of mine, one of his

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CSI NY. Danny/Don or Mac. It means living your life in the dark.

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Mac held Danny back a little as he leant in to kiss him.

"You know that if we do this it means living your life in the dark? If it's found out i'm sleeping with a subordinate, or that we're gay, you know what can happen. I won't let it."

Danny nodded, leaning closer but Mac still held him back.

"Really, no dates, no dinners out, sneaking out in the middle of the night, not touching in public, even if i'm hurt. Are you sure you can handle that Danny?"

Danny nodded again and Mac finally leant in an kissed him. He knew this was going to go horribly wrong, that Danny wouldn't be able to keep this a secret forever, but he couldn't stop himself.

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Lie to Me, Lightman/Loker, you're a better liar than anyone we put away.

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Lightman's head tipped a little on the side as he studied Eli.

"I had never considered how excellent a liar you were. Or how excellent a screen pretending to always tell the truth was. I'm amazed I never picked it up. You're a better liar that anyone we have put away."

Eli squirmed a little under his eyes, trying to hide his deception.

Lightman reached out a hand and stroked it down Eli's naked flank.

"What I don't understand though is why you thought it was necessary."

He lay his head back down on the pillow.

"We were always headed here."

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NCIS. Tony/Anyone you want. Unrequited and a secret love.

Gibbs/Tony

[pipisafoat]

This one ended up too long, so it can be found here.

Gibbs/Tony unrequited, R rating

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Heroes, Sylar/Luke, they don't know about us (cause they never heard of love)

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Ok, had to do this one because I LOVE that song!

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When your significant other can detect when you’re telling a lie, it makes it hard not to spill your guts. Luke has gotten so used to telling the truth about everything that when Sylar actually bothers to ask how he’s feeling it all comes rushing out of him until the other man either gets angry or walks away.

When Sylar hasn’t come back by 2am Luke goes to bed. He doesn’t know what time it is when he slides in beside him but he’s awake all the same. After what seems like a lifetime he speaks, his baritone weighing heavy on the awkward silence.

“We’re not telling anyone, and that’s the last time we’re having this conversation.”

Luke’s lip wobbles and he takes a deep breath to stop himself from crying. He wants to yell from the rooftops that Sylar is his but he feels like a burden, an embarrassing, dirty little secret that Sylar keeps to himself. “How can you be so proud of all the people you’ve murdered and still be ashamed of me?” he squeaks out, waiting for the telekinetic grip on his throat.

The light clicks on and Luke jumps. Sylar looms over him as he lays flat in their bed, trying to press himself into the mattress.

“I’m not ashamed of you, I’m disgusted by them. These people you want to tell about us, Parkman, Bennet, Peter Petrelli….we might be working alongside them but they’re not our friends, they won’t understand. They don’t think I’m capable of love, what do you think will happen, they’ll throw us a party?” Sylar’s tone was firm but kind. He didn’t want Luke to think that he was shameful. He had impressed him more than any of the so-called heroes he’d come across. Luke was manipulative, devious, with a capacity for cruelty. He was also emotional and needy, but that made him want Luke more. To Sylar, protect was another word for dominate.

Luke stroked Sylar’s arm softly. “I just want them to know I’m important to you. I hate the way they look at me, like I’m nothing.”

Sylar lowered himself onto the boy, covering his body and holding him close, letting his breath bring up goosebumps on his neck. “Let them try and hurt you and they’ll find out.” He pecked him on the forehead and rolled over to turn of the light. Luke nuzzled into his side, knowing that tonight he would get away with it, that Sylar wouldn’t move him away until after he had fallen asleep.

“You said love, you know. Better watch that.”

“What?” Sylar let his arm curve around Luke as the boy cuddled him.

“You said ‘they don’t think I’m capable of love’. You let that one slip through, you must be tired.”

Sylar smiled knowing that Luke couldn’t see it, and kissed on the top of the head in answer. One day he would say it. Just not yet.

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Heroes, Matt/Daphne/Ando, he said she said he said

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot 'Didn't want you to know I was broken.'

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Everyone knows there's something wrong with Nate. The man doesn't try to hide it, doesn't bother, for all he likes to insist that no one knows his pain. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't. But every night when Nate drinks, every morning when he's late to a briefing, every time his eyes tighten when he sees their clients... He's broken, and it's written all over his face, across every mannerism.

Eliot survives because people think he can't break. He's got nothing to lose, or he didn't used to, anyway. He's got a sense of loyalty, to his job, to his work. It makes him valuable in his line of work that he doesn't just flip under torture. He bears his scars with pride, remembers everything, everything, to draw on when he needs it. It makes him terrifying - he's got his reputation for a damn good reason.

But he's got a team now. He's got friends.

He's got Nate.

It scares him. This isn't a matter of ethics, it's a matter of desire. And that? Eliot's not any good with that. Every good thing he's ever had either slips away from him, fucking leaves him behind, or is taken away. And he doesn't know what he'd do anymore if he lost this, lost Nate. Doesn't know what he wouldn't give up just to make sure Nate was safe and sound.

To make things worse, Nate needs him to be strong, to be whole. Eliot isn't, not by a long shot. But it's easy to pick up the pieces and jury rig yourself back together again when you're alone. When no one's around to notice a chink in the seams. When there's all that quiet to come apart in when you need to.

He struggles to hold the facade, but it's slipping. With the team, it's not so bad. It feels nice, being needed and for once having someone to fall back on. It'll be the end of him, eventually, but it's worth it. But... with Nate...

He's started having nightmares. It doesn't take long to wake himself, for his brain to kick in with it's not real and you've survived this to kick start consciousness. Nate's always snoring away, peacefully oblivious in the bed beside him.

Until the night he wakes up screaming. Shaking, sweating, and it takes until his voice goes hoarse to realize he's crying. To feel the arms wrapped tight around him, to hear Nate's words.

"Shh, Eliot, it's alright. We're alright," he whispers in Eliot's hair, kissing his temple. "I'm here, not going anywhere..."

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SPN, Dean/Sam, Dean says he doesn't like guys, but that isn't exactly true.

4x17 AU - Continuation

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There was a large painting of a naked man above Dean's bed. Sam hadn't seen it going in, but coming out of the shower, dressing in things Dean had laid out for him, he noticed. It was stylized and subtle, but definitely nothing a straight man would have in his master bedroom. He dressed in clothes that definitely didn't belong to Dean – a little too big for someone who went on a deep cleanse once a month, and who avoided empty calories like the plague. Sam assumed they were an ex-lover's. The Led Zeppelin T-shirt definitely wasn't his style, either. He grabbed a towel to rub his hair dry and returned to the living area to see Dean at his laptop. There was a look of concentration on his face. Probably research – maybe on how to get by as a ghost hunter. Judging by the expression of disgust, he was looking at something as discouraging as statistics of the number of bacteria in American motel rooms.

"So, why did you lie?" Sam asked.

Dean looked up, looking confused for a moment. Sam pointed over his shoulder, into the bedroom. Dean caught on and shrugged. "I'm a top manager. They know that my girlfriends all have dicks and I'm out of a job."

Sam nodded. "Not in the current situation, I know." He toweled his hair dry and stepped behind Dean. An article on a haunting was open in the browser window. He leaned closer until his belly touched the back of Dean's chair.

"You, too?" Dean asked, throat working.

"Yeah," Sam said and bent over to rest his lips against Dean's ear. Dean shifted and Sam stretched, closing the laptop. "I'm not reading you wrong, am I?" he asked then.

Dean shook his head and twisted the chair. Sam halted his movement, both hands on the arm rest. He crowded Dean against the back and moved in, his lips meeting Dean's. He smiled when Dean opened up to him. He let go and watched Dean's eyes slowly blink open. "You're…" Sam started, watching Dean closely. That face told him everything. "Don't worry, Dean. I'll take good care of you."

He grabbed Dean's Tie and twisted it once, a second time, and a third one, until tie was twisted close enough around Dean's neck for Sam to be able to cut his air off with another half-twist. Perfect. Dean's mouth opened, but Sam hushed him with a kiss. "You want this, you give me a word."

Dean hesitated for a moment, but Sam wasn't worried. He had seen the look on Dean's face – he knew the other man would come around.

"Sandover," Dean mumbled.

"Nice," Sam smirked and pulled at the tie, pulling Dean out of the chair and toward him, until their chests touched. "Now, go to the bedroom and strip."

"You're not wasting any time, are you?" Dean asked, but left as soon as Sam had let go of the tie, patting the crumpled mess hanging limply from Dean's neck.

"Do you want me to?"

"Hell, no."



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Uh, oh. It's moving away from secrets&lies there. XD But it had some secrets and lies in the beginning! *got carried away by the promise of porn*