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So, here we are. May 1st. Where has the year gone?
But, more importantly than that, it's Friday. Which can mean only one thing... It's time for FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL!!

Yup, you got it. Anything and everything goes. Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.

Just make sure to be nice to this codellama and her fellow codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format

For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: RPS, Chris/Steve, "I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you"

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: The A-Team/Leverage, team centric, 'If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...'

Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts, so if you're not being inspired today, you can always adopt one of those

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“Stop!” Sounded so low the word vibrated across his bones.

Something in the Chris’ tone made him freeze. He shivered in anticipation.

“I just finished skimming the script. Rosati gave Billy a few little quirks.” Lips teased the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Quirks?” He tried to swallow, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Seems Billy likes to shackle people to the ceiling and ‘play’ with them before he kills them.” Chris ran his nose along the shell of his ear teasing, ruffling his hair with his breath.

Arms suddenly pulled up, hands slapped against the wall, his breath caught in his chest as adrenaline started to pump through his veins, and blood rushed to his fill his cock.

“I think you’d make a better blond for the scene than Rachel.” Teeth worried along muscles pulled taut by his position.

Frustrated by the t-shirt between him and skin he growled, “Don’t move.”

Off balance by Christian’s actions, his brain three steps behind what was happening to his body, he found himself naked his pants around his ankles before he realized his hands were free.

He started to turn, questions on the tip of his tongue when the bruising grip was back on his wrists, hands slammed back against the wall.

“I said, don’t move.”

“Chris?”

The voice was back in his ear. “Little bitty girl like Rachel wouldn’t be able to stand up to what a strong fella like yerself to take.” Blunt nails ran down his sides raising gooseflesh. “Billy loves a good shoot ‘em up, but the boy does love his knives.” Finger nails left a red line from his throat to his pelvic bone.

“Chris...Christian…Kane.” His own voice was breathy, his mind shocked that his body was so turned on, wanting to beg for something, but not quite sure what he was asking, he just kept up the litany of Chris’ name.

The laugh was low, the obscenity of it sending shivers chasing fire along his nerves.

“Look at you, Stevie. So flushed. So pretty. So tight. Just for me. Made by me.”

Rough fingertips continued to tease, then to manipulate the pressure points on his body until his nerves were screaming for relief along with his voice. When he felt Chris’ cock enter his body his body, it was one sensation too much and the world disappeared.

When he returned to the world, he was warm and dry, his ear pressed against a heartbeat as familiar as his own.

“Chris?” He was surprised by the croak of his voice.

A glass of water appeared in front of his face.

“Welcome back, darlin’.” Chris’ tone told him the blue eyes would be twinkling with mischief.

The water soothed his dry throat. He reached across the broad torso to set the glass on the night stand.

He propped his elbows on the same torso as he looked at the smirk, the cocked eyebrow, and dancing eyes.

“Like I said, you’re far too happy about playing a serial killer.”

Edited Date: 2009-12-21 01:14 pm (UTC)