Friday Free-For-All

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And after a week of Lonely-Prompt-Adoptions... IT'S FREE-FOR-ALL!!! Yup, you get to post anything you want today and tomorrow, as a reward for everyone being so helpful with the leftover prompts!

Now, just a reminder: there is a limit of 3 prompts per fandom per player, and you must follow the proper format for your prompts.  Please see below -

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "Danger, Will Robinson!" 

Doctor Who/Merlin, Arthur/Rose, flower petals.

And as always, if nothing you're seeing snags you're interest, check out our Lonely Prompts.


Please also keep this in mind - as we're reaching the end of most seasons for TV shows, please be considerate to people who haven't actually seen the latest episode and don't leave spoilers for anyone?  Remember the Golden Rule, and "Do Unto Others."  Thanks! 

Now... PROMPT! 

EDIT: Sorry, gents, it's actually 3 prompts per fandom *facepalm* If near the end of the day your prompts have been answered, you can write more :) 

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Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "Danger, Will Robinson!"

Fic: Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "Danger, Will Robinson!" ; NC-17

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Prompt: Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "Danger, Will Robinson!"
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: omgreidporn :O




"Danger, Will Robinson!"

The words flashed a bright red warning across Reid's mind's eye as Morgan pressed him forcefully against the dirty alley wall. Strong fingers cupped him through the kaki slacks he wore and Reid suddenly felt very naked despite being fully clothed.

"Wanna see you come," Morgan husked in his ear, his breath ghosting through Ried's hair and his lips tickling Reid's ear. "Wanna watch it happen."

Reid wanted to say no, to tell Morgan that they were in public and this was hardly appropriate. However, when Reid opened his mouth to protest all that came out was a low moan.

Nimble fingers flicked open his fly and wrapped firmly around his erection. Morgan's hand moved hot and slick over him and Reid tried hard not to squirm at every flick of Morgan's wrist and press of his palm.

His hips caught Morgan’s rhythm and he found himself thrusting into the tight tunnel of Morgan’s fist despite himself. Reid’s breath was coming hard and ragged and he could smell Morgan all around him, tequila and spice and sweat.

“That’s it Pretty Boy, come for me. Let me watch,” Morgan whispered in Reid’s ear, his tone honey sweet and impossible to resist.

He came hard and fast, shuddering and gasping and moaning Morgan’s name into the darkened alley way. He slumped against the dirty wall and Morgan caught him, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the corner of Reid’s slackened mouth.

“Perfect,” he husked and Reid shivered.

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Doctor Who/Merlin, Arthur/Rose, flower petals.

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Rose was standing in the bed chambers of Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince of Camelot, who up till now she had thought was just another tale of folklore and myth. She paced the room before trying the door again. It was locked, just as before when she tried it the last time.

It was supposed to be an act of goodwill in their kingdom. She was a gorgeous prize, captured in the forests and whisked away by some knight to be carried off as a prize for their prince. If they had met in some more pleasing way, she might have found the idea of standing within the walls of Camelot fascinating, but not now.

“Of all the barbaric, arrogant--” She pouted as she wiggled the doorknob some more. She paced a bit more, then sat back down on the bed where the handmaidens had scattered flower petals. It was supposed to be romantic, but she didn't find it so. She screamed, wondering if anyone could even hear her. “You just wait till The Doctor finds me!”

The door opened and a dashing, young man with blond hair appeared in the doorway. “Lancelot sure has a funny way of showing me his gratitude-- kidnapping hostile young women and shoving them away in my private quarters.”

She picked her head up off the bed, her mouth opened slightly and all thoughts of finding The Doctor left her mind. He was quite a handsome fellow, all kidnapping aside.

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Leverage, priest!Eliot/evil(or crazy)!Nate, falling a little more every time

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The Priest wakes at an obscenely early hour. Nate learned this by chance since the other man would never tell him how much he slept. But it was good to know because information was key in any situation. He didn't remember why this was true, but it was like second nature to him, so he figured it must be.

Nate can feel when the other man slips from dreams into wakefullness and he presses himself against his back. He hears Father Eliot sigh and it sounds...content. His hand slides down Eliot's side, over his hip, caressing his thigh then between his legs to cup the awakening erection. “You fall a little more each time, don't you Father?”

The chuckle is quiet and again it surprises Nate. “I'd fallen long before I met you Nathan.” He turns over to face the older man, the chains linking his cuffs clinking quietly. When he kisses Nate, it takes his breath away, especially when the kiss is accompanied by a tilt of the smaller man's hips in invitation...

“It's you and Imari that are lifting me toward grace again,” Father Eliot murmurs softly.

Nate's wicked grin is all that Eliot gets as a response. Unless of course you count the way he suddenly moves, shoving his cock without preamble into the Priest's willing hole...

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Ats/Leverage, Lindsey/Eliot, you need a new job

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“Excuse me, sir, you can’t-” Eliot glared at the secretary, a petite redhead that he’d never seen before, and walked into the office without knocking. It was empty save for the man behind the desk who looked up at the sound of door opening and subsequently slamming shut.

“Eliot.” Lindsey gave him a half hearted glare for showing up unannounced, again, but he’d learned early on that it wasn’t worth arguing over. Eliot would do what he wanted regardless. The secretary poked her head in.

“I’m sorry, sir. I tried to stop him but…” She trailed off and it was hard to tell if she more afraid of her boss or Eliot. Lindsey glared at Eliot again who was looking far to amused for his own good.

“It’s okay. I’ve found it’s best to just let him do what he wants. Don’t disturb me until my next appointment gets here,” he waved her away and she immediately scurried out.

“You need a new job,” Eliot remarked as soon as she was gone. Lindsey raised an eyebrow.

“Why? I like my job. I’m good at it.” It was Eliot’s turn to glare.

“Because you didn’t come home last night.”

“Eliot,” Lindsey sighed, “I called. I told you we were wrapping up a big case and-” Lindsey was cut off as Eliot grabbed him and pressed their lips together. They both relaxed into the kiss, reveling in the closeness that they hadn’t been able to share over the past few days.

“I missed you,” Eliot growled, defensively and Lindsey knew how much it took for his lover to admit that.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled Eliot close and began unbuttoning his jeans, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Right now?” Eliot asked, his own hands coming to rest on Lindsey’s ass and pulling their bodies together.

“Right now,” Lindsey agreed. He had just slipped his hands into Eliot’s pants when the intercom beeped and his secretary’s voice could be heard.

“Sir, your 1:00 is here.” Eliot growled low and deep and Lindsey shuddered trying to regain his composure. He shot his lover an apologetic look.

“Alright. Tell them I’ll be with them in a minute.”

“New job.” Was all Eliot said as he redid his jeans and pushed away from Lindsey.

“I’m sorry.” Lindsey pulled him back and into a slow, deep kiss. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better. There’s only so long I can take coming in second to this damn job.” And with that he was gone. Lindsey ran a hand through his hair and wondered, not for the first time, if it was worth it. He knew that if push came to shove and he had to make a choice that he’d find a new job. Now he just had to make sure that Eliot knew that too.

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House/Law & Order: SVU, House/Munch, rainbows and kittens

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"... and everything is rainbows and kittens for him, now that he's with Amber. It's really quite sickening."

"Do you know what's really sickening, House?" Munch asked, pushing House's hand away from his erection. "I'm sitting here fucking you and all you can talk about is Wilson. You can see him any day. You can talk about him any day. You can even talk about him to me any day, if you ever felt like picking up a phone. But no, you have to lay there under me, ignoring the fact that my cock is up your ass, to bitch about your little boyfriend when you could be moaning about your... well, about me."

House shrugged. "You don't do unicorns and butterflies, either. I thought maybe I'd be able to get some sympathy from you here. Don't you work with some flowery types, too?"

"Oh, sure, but I try not to think about them while I'm fucking you. At least you paid to get here. I'm not wasting my money getting to you if you don't care." He pulled out and flopped onto his back beside House. "Look, if you can't shut up about pretty-boy Wilson, gag yourself on my dick. At least then, I can enjoy the ceaseless vibrations."

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RPS, Jared/Jensen, kids

Thoughtful

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Title: Thoughtful
Author: Saga Chriztine
Fandom, paring: RPS, Jared/Jensen,
Rating, warning: NC-17, Mpreg (I'm sorry if you don't like to read this, if so tell me and I will write something else.)
Beta: None so far (I'm writing in my second language, so there are most likely things that are wrong)

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Jensen just watched Jared. He could not believe that they become parents and that Jared had survived through the whole ordeal. The breath was even and it made Jensen to relax. Little more than a year ago they had talked about that it maybe was time to think about kids. They had went into several different options and thought they had no other way than adopt. Now they were proof a man could carry one too.

Jared mumbled something and moved to lie on his side and Jensen could only smile. He was sitting in the room with the two most precious loves he could think of. Both sleeping, so he should probably do that as well but he didn't want to miss any second of their life.

Sitting alone was an opportunity to think back all the way it had take to come to where they were today. It wasn't well known that there had come so far in the medical examination that it was not as dangerous as it could be thought of. Jensen know there was not perfected, Jared had been close to die a few times, but the doctors had saved him.

Jensen was happy that he had stayed and been the supporting lover. By now he had showed that he would not run away and be there in tick and thin.

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RPS/SPN, Sam Winchester/Christian Kane, dangerous man to know

not inspired by latest ep, honest *g*

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RPS, Chris/Steve, long nights

RPS, Chris/Steve, long nights

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*This was just fuckin’ ridiculous.*

The body in the bed rolls over, rearranges the pillows on the bed and lies back down.

*Whose idea was it anyway to buy a frickin’ clock with bright blue numbers? It’s like a damn night light. I. Do. Not. need a night light.*

A hand snakes down the side of the bed feeling around the floor. A wrinkled t-shirt lands on top the offending clock. He flops on his back and closes his eyes.

*Why is it so quiet? Hell, Oklahoma ain’t this quiet. You know you have a 9am call tomorrow?*

Of course he knows that. His mind really needs to shut its yap so he can get some sleep. The makeup people are gonna be bitchin’ about bags under his eyes if he doesn’t soon get some sleep. He moves the shirt to look at the clock. Five minutes. *Shit.*

He rolled on his side and made a conscious effort to quiet his mind. If his mind would go to sleep maybe his body would get the hint. He starts humming tunelessly under his breath trying to lull his mind to sleep.

He’s in that place between sleep and awake when some imp realizes he’s humming Pinata Novia as he slides further toward sleep.

Mind unaware, his body continues to rearrange itself looking for something that’s not there. It’s the hour of wolf, and the body in the bed still searching…restless…covers twisted.

A silent shadow slips into the room and stares at the sleeper. A soft, but worried smile crosses the tired face as he gently pulls the hair from the rugged face. He drops his clothes by the bed and gently slides under the covers.

The sleeper turns toward the shadow. Arms wrap around the trim waist, nose buries in soft waves. A sleep roughened breath tickles an ear.

“Steve.”

The long night ends as both bodies entwine in the arms of Morpheus.

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Fast and Furious (film 4), Brian/Dom, 'I do it because I love you - because it's all I can do.'

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Dom gripped the steering wheel of the Charger like it was all that was holing him together. The other cars buzzed behind them, following the punishing speed Dom set.

"Orange really isn't your colour." Brian lounged back in the seat, long legs sprawled out in front of him, but he still somehow looked stiff, expectant. Dom shot a sideways look at him but decided against answering.

"So are we dropping you off anywhere?" Dom asked, as casually as one in prison orange can.

Brian shrugged but Dom could see the same stiffness.

"Not unless you're still pissed at me."

Dom frowned, confused and Brian sighed then continued.

"It won't take them long to figure out that it was me. I'm going to need to get further than Florida this time."

They were silent for a few more monotonous miles, until Dom finally said what had been sitting tensely between them.

"This is the second time now Brian, the second time you've given everything up over me. Last time I thought it was Mia, but I saw you in the courtroom, you were more upset than she was, so why did you do it Brian?" Dom glanced over, knowing Brian could feel his gaze.

"Because it is all that I can do." Brian's eyes were locked on the road.

Dom let the quiet stretch, knowing Brian wouldn't be able to stand the silence.

"Because it's all you'll let me do."

Dom shifted gears, accelerating even faster towards the border.

"How does Brazil sound? I'm sure we can find something for you to do."

Brian smiled.

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Leverage/Firefly, Nate/Eliot, it's a sort of on-again/off-again kinda thing

Leverage/Firefly, Nate/Eliot, it's a sort of on-again/off-again kinda thing

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It's a sort of on-again/off-again kinda thing, mostly because Nate's not on the planet that often. Not many jobs come out of there, but Eliot's worth a visit when he's in that part of the verse.

Once or twice he came along on a job he helped hook them up on, but the rest of the crew got suspicious like what with Eliot spending so much time in the Captain's bunk, so now he tries to plan some R&R around a refueling or a supply stop, saying he's got potential business to meet up about and don't be waiting up for him.

Eliot's got a little ranch outside town. Not much, but he's good with the horses so folks come from halfway across the planet to have him break in a pony for them to take home and ride. Some kind of damn horse whisperer or something.

When Nate shows up Eliot's usually in the stables helping the ranchhands with the feeding, but he always drops what he's doing for Nate. They share a good steak dinner - where Eliot always jokes about how much he liked that particular cow - a bottle of the good stuff and eventually a bed.

Eliot knows Nate won't leave the open skies and Nate knows Eliot's too grounded to be a vagabond like him.

But for a little while it's nice for Nate's feet to touch the earth and for Eliot to remember how to fly.

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Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, wedding invitations

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“Should we invite your parents?” Kaylee was exhausted from all the wedding planning. She reclined on the sofa as Simon massaged her feet. He suddenly stopped and sighed, looking very far away. “Simon?”

“I haven't talked to either of them in over a year.”

They had stopped by Osiris only once after Simon and River were dropped off the Alliance's most wanted list. The government had changed slightly, following the vid of Miranda they helped get out to the public. Unfortunately, the Tams refused to be as forgiving as the Alliance, which spoke volumes for their parenting skills.

“We could try one last time to see if they wanted to--”

“It won't work, Kaylee.” He frowned. “I know you want the perfect wedding, with the families of the bride and groom both there and happy and smiling and shiny-- but..”

His voice trailed off and she could see the hurt little boy again, the one who only came out when Simon let down his guard. She grabbed his hand and warmed it with her own. “I'm sorry. It doesn't matter. If you're there, and I'm there, and the Captain and Inara and Wash and Zoe and River are there.. and maybe even Jayne.. then it'll be the shiniest wedding ever.”

Her voice perked up, once more banishing the darkness with her ever-glowing light.

He smiled and kissed her.

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Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, quickie

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"Come on, Simon, the point of a quickie is that you do things all quick-like, right? So stop fussing and get to it!"

"I'm getting, I'm getting!"

"No, you really aren't, but that's okay. I'm getting."

"Whoa! Kaylee, that's really--- good. Really, really good. Yeah, that's getting to it."

"I like it."

"Good. It likes you, too. In fact, it wants to say hi to you. Very much."

"Well, if you could get your hands moving and get these pants undone, it could be saying hi to me, right now. That is why we're here."

"Is it? Because I thought I was paying you to keep my engine running, not have sex under it."

"Mal! It's not... This isn't..."

"Oh, Cap'n. You know the only reason you hired me is because I was having sex under your engine. I know Serenity better than I know even Simon here. I know what turns her on better than you do."

"Maybe you should let go of Simon. It looks like you know what turns him on just fine."

"Kaylee!"

"... That's really not what I was looking for when I asked for a quickie."

"Not my fault."

"Of course not, Cap'n. Now let the three of us have some alone time now, okay?"

"I'm gone. Get back to work, though. I'd like to be out of here before the Alliance shows up."

"The three of us?"

"Well, sure. You, me, and Serenity. You can't be having sex in a lady without her being involved!"

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Heroes, Peter/Elle, fairytales

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"Tell me a story, Peter," she said, more demand than request."

He sighed. "Fine.... Once upon a time there was a girl called Elle."

"Was she a princess?"

"She thought she was. Anyway, Elle was locked away in a very very tall tower."

"So she would be safe?"

"That's what her father told her. But really it was because she was a powerful sorceress."

Elle scowled, "So she's evil? You're telling a story about Evil Elle? That sucks, Peter."

"Just let me finish. I'm not going to tell it unless you promise to let me finish. Okay? Okay. So Elle was a powerful sorceress. And the king knew that if she was always worried about how to earn his favor to escape the tower, then she wouldn't notice that he stole her greatest power. When she was a very small girl, he had gathered his wizard-advisors and told them to cast spells on her until her very greatest power slowly dripped out of her. And the spells hurt, but the father wouldn't stop. And he gathered that power in a glass bottle, and it shone so brightly in that bottle that he could barely look at it. But he grabbed it anyway and threw it off a cliff into the ocean. But that bottle is still in the ocean somewhere, drifting around. And if she leaves the tower and searches for it and never gives up, she might be able to find it."

"That's the end?"

"Yep, that's it."

"You suck. All right, let me specify. Tell me a story, Peter. One that involves bondage and oral sex."

Peter sighed. "Fine, but no interrupting."

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Fringe, Walter/Astrid, getting it right

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Star Trek, Spock/Kirk, "Why am I not surprised that your shirt ripped again?"

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hope you enjoy it!

The thing about living on the ship that Jim had never really expected was the goddamned domesticity of it. He'd grown up on a farm in Iowa, and never in his life had he felt so apple-pie as when he came back to his quarters at night. And it wasn't like they weren't together during the day - they weren't really ever apart which had just a lot of unexpected and expected downsides. Having had the actual experience of strangling one another before probably only contributed to the itch to do it again. You know, just to make a point.

But, you know, also its upsides. Sex on demand (without an excessive amount of flirting, drinking and posing just right against a bar - usually) is one of the unexpected benefits of monogamy. Sex-on-demand in a hastily commandeered shuttle while Chekhov splutters on the bridge because he's too smart for his own good and he's just figured out why Uhura's been in such a snit and the Captain and First Officer keep disappearing together (really, kid's too innocent to possibly live)? Is just kind of hilarious.

This though, this rests just on the borderline between benefit (Spock in his quarters, not lounging because Spock would never lounge, but there without any specific purpose, which is sort of the Spock equivalent) and huge, gaping downside. Because Spock is looking like he could actually kill Jim (he knows this look, he sees this look at least three times a day, and always feels like an utter failure when he doesn't manage to provoke it at least twice before lunch). Thing is, he doesn't actually remember doing anything wrong. He hasn't broken a single goddamn regulation, and probably hasn't flirted excessively with the pretty young ensign in engineering (he was visiting Scottie and if Spock were half as rational as he says he is he'd realize he didn't have a damn thing to worry about). He has no idea what he's done wrong, and he isn't actually going to ask - not half so much fun that way, and besides, he's finding fights when he doesn't even know what he's screaming about kind of one of the best parts of the whole monogamy thing.

Well, you know, more after the fights, but the screaming is kind of cathartic, too.

"Why," Spock says, with an excessive slowness that indicates he is reining in emotion - Jim knows this, and does not like the sound of it at all, "am I not surprised that you've ripped your shirt again?"

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Leverage, wee!Eliot/Nate, caught a cold

Caught a cold, Leverage, wee!Eliot/Nate

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A sneeze echoes through the apartment - a pretty damn loud sneeze, considering just who it comes from. Nate squeezes his eyes shut and contemplates banging his head against the cupboard door.

"Naaaaaaate!" a little voice calls, plantive and just the right side of whiny, and Nate immediately feels guilty. It's actually really unfair that Eliot doesn't even have to use the Big Blue EyesTM anymore, but can inflict guilt and penitence from a distance.

"Coming!" he yells back, and picks up the tray from the counter, cateloguing his collection as he walks back to the other room. Cough medicine, soluble paracetemol and throat lozenges? Check. Juice (and it has to be mango, not orange. Eliot can be so picky sometimes) - check. Jelly-on-granary sandwiches with the crusts cut off? Check - and Eliot is so weird. Glass of water for the paracetemol? Check.

Grinning, sure he hasn't forgotten anything, Nate takes a deep breath and enters the bedroom - his bedroom. He's ensconced Eliot in his bed because it is, quite frankly, easier to keep an eye on him. Nate's had nightmares recently of Eliot coughing himself to death in the middle of the night, unheard, or of getting up to get a glass of water and, you know, slipping on something and cracking his head open...it's possible he's going ever-so-slightly mad.

Besides, there's no TV in Eliot's room, and Eliot needs his Spongebob Squarepants like it's crack. Nate's pretty certain there's subliminal messages in the cartoon.

He places the tray on the bed near the end, and reaches out to smooth Eliot hair off his forehead. Eliot blinks up at him, and then struggles to sit up, scrambling for Nate's lap and the inevitable cuddles. Nate helps him along, wrapping the blanket around him as he unconsciously starts rocking the bundle in his hold.

"Dun wanna be sick," Eliot mutters, burrowing his snotty, runny nose into Nate's shoulder. Nate winces, but puts up with it.

"I know," he says, and reaches for the juice. "Thirsty?"

Eliot's head pops back up eagerly, and he nods, already reaching for the glass. Nate helps him hold it - it's rather heavy and there's been spillages and breakages already, but Eliot had thrown the mother of all tantrums when Nate had tried a plastic beaker.

As Eliot drinks, Nate looks over to the TV and grimaces at the brightly coloured cartoons on screen. Knowing his luck, Eliot's going to insist on Nate watching them with him after he's finished his lunch...

...and Nate sighs, and smiles at Eliot when the kid looks up questioningly at him, and he knows he'll curl up with Eliot on the bed and watch cartoons for the rest of the day if he has to.

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Leverage, re-aged!Eliot/Nate, was I a good dad?

Was I a good dad?, Leverage, re-aged!Eliot/Nate

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Nate's not anywhere in the apartment when Eliot comes home, dropping his bag next to the hall table and shutting the door as quietly as he can because it's late, after all.

Well, not anywhere in the apartment.

He is, however, on the tiny balcony outside the open French doors, glass in hand and staring out into the night - and Eliot sighs a little, rolls his eyes a little and thinks of course.

Because they've just come back from a bad, bad case, and Eliot grimaces and heads on out after his lover. The balcony's not really big enough for two grown men unless they're real friendly, and Eliot stands close to Nate and reaches out to pull the other man into his arms.

"Gonna tell me what's on your mind?" he asks, voice little more than a whisper, and Nate stares down at the glass in his hand and then lifts it and pours the whiskey over the railing to splash on the sidewalk below.

Silence, for just a minute, and then Nate speaks.

"That client - Ms Jackson...she. Her husband, what he did to her daughter...was I..."

Eliot swallows, knowing where this is heading but willing to let Nate play it out however he wants, and he leans in to press a kiss to Nate's cheek.

"Was I a good dad?" Nate asks quietly, and Eliot's heart aches.

"Yes," he says firmly, and tightens his hold. "Think I'd've wanted t'hang around you otherwise? Nate, gonna tell you something you already know. I had a shit childhood, first time 'round - y'know that. Means the world t'me you were there the second time."

Nate exhales, shakily, and he rolls the empty glass between his hands.

"Sam..."

"Y'didn't fail him, darlin'. Y'know you didn't," Eliot says, a bit louder, a bit harder, and he forces Nate to turn to face him. "What? Y'want me t'get Maggie to kick some sense into you?"

Nate huffs a laugh, but his eyes are still a little shocky, a little dark with more than alcohol.

"You trust me, right?" Eliot asks, and Nate nods and lets Eliot pull him in, pressing his forehead down against Eliot's shoulder. "Then trust me when I say this," he whispers, "you were the best father anyone could have asked for."

And Nate sucks in a gasp and Eliot closes his eyes and holds his lover as Nate starts to finally cry out his pain, hoping this is the final release Nate's heart needs.

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Leverage, re-aged!Eliot/Nate, you never used to cuddle this much

You never used to cuddle this much, Leverage, re-aged!Eliot/Nate & Maggie

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I threw a lil Maggie in there as well - I hope that's okay...


Maggie sits in the huge armchair that Eliot picked out, legs curled up under her, and she sips from her mug of tea, watching the two men over the rim of the cup. It is, she thinks, adorable - the way the two act around each other, always touching, always with the looking for the other for reassurance.

Sophie and Hardison have whispered to her that it seems sort of...parasitic, the relationship between Nate and Eliot. Not because of the whole 'two men' thing, but because neither of them seem fit to be able to survive without the other any more. Maybe not such a bad thing, considering the situations the two men tend to get themselves into when they feel like they haven't got anyone to fall back on.

Adorable, Maggie thinks again, and her lips curve in a smile as she watches Eliot curl into Nate's side on the couch as the movie starts, watches Nate's arm fall casually from the back of the couch to wrap around Eliot, pulling him in impossibly closer.

Eliot glances over at her, a smile on his own face, and he catches her practically grinning at them, but she refuses to feel guilty for anything. After all, if her ex-husband just had to take up with anyone else, at least he had the decency to find someone that Maggie could actually give a damn about.

She wills him to drop it, to go back to the film, but Eliot nudges Nate and reaches for the remote, pausing the DVD, and Nate looks over at her, eyebrow raised in question, and Maggie feels an overwhelming surge of fondness for the man who's become more her best friend than her ex-husband now.

"Maggie?" Nate asks calmly with a small, bemused smile.

"Nathan," she responds with exactly the same inflection, and Eliot snorts a laugh.

"Something wrong?"

She shrugs and shakes her head, then pauses.

"Just...you never used to cuddle this much," she says, waving her hand at the two of them.

"Is it making you uncomfortable?" Nate asks, and he tightens his hold on Eliot when the younger man tries to sit up and away from him.

Maggie laughs, so very amused.

"Nate, sweetie. There's always been something there between the two of you - even when Eliot was pretending to be Professor Adam Sinclair! It's sweet, honey."

Eliot's got this look on his face, nose all scrinched up like he doesn't know whether to laugh his ass off or whimper in embarrassment - and Nate's sitting there staring at Maggie with his mouth open like he's never seen her before.

She rolls her eyes.

"Please, Nate. Like I haven't done a few things in my life that you don't know about."

Nate blinks at her, Eliot loses the battle between laughing and whimpering and starts to snicker, and Maggie takes advantage of the diversion, leaning to scoop the remote off the coffe table, pressing play and sitting back serenely to watch the movie.

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HIMYM, Marshall/Lily/Barney, Bubblebaths

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Barney settled down in the mountain of bubbles allowing Marshall and Lily access to shampoo his hair. "You know, I like this... this is nice, it's nice." He squeaked the rubber duck in his hand.

"I don't see why you never used your second bathroom," Marshall said, continuing to rub in suds. "I mean this bathtub could also fit in Robin and Ted no problem. Plus it's cool and sunken. What do you think, Lilypad?"

"I like the built in seats," Lily giggled girlishly, "And the champagne. Besides, your doctor doesn't want you taking showers until your leg is fully healed."

"The cast is taken off isn't it?" Barney asked, grumbling. "Besides, if chicks see the tub, they linger. Showers aren't for lingers."

"True," Marshall said, considering it before rinsing off Barney's hair. "But you don't have to rush anything here." He winked at Lily. "Right?"

"What are you talking about?" He smiled nervously at both of them. "Lily, Marshall?"

"Just relax," Lily said, "You don't need to rush anything... that's the point of a bubble bubble bath... well one of them..." Her voice trailed off as her hand trailed up his thigh and Marshall's finger lightly traced his hole.

Barney finally got it and splayed his thighs. "Good Barnaby," Marshall whispered and slid a slick finger up. "You deserve more than what you think."

He could get used to bubble baths.

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House, Wilson/Amber/House, AU, If Amber Hadn't Died - Domestic Arrangement

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So in the end House decided that the best thing he could do was move in.

Amber arrived home one day to find a piano in her living room and guitars lining the walls. Her fridge now held several six packs of beer, her coffee table was strewn with an odd combination of medical journals and celebrity gossip mags. Worst of all a scruffy looking diagnostician was snoring on her couch.

Wilson arrived home to find House and Amber seated at opposite ends of the couch watching General Hospital reruns.

"Hello James, look who came to stay." Amber said in that frozen tone of voice that meant that not only wasn't he getting any tonight he wasn't getting any for the rest of the century.

Wilson groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"I told you that threesome last week was a bad idea." he said. "You can't give House an inch..."

"Technically, " House pointed out "You gave me six inches Jimmy, and Amber gave me...."

The only way to shut him up was with more sex so they did that.

Amber tried for a few weeks to get rid of him, leaving subtle little hints like having all his stuff packed and put outside the door, changing all the locks and getting rid of the giant TV screen that seemed to attract him. The only thing that would have worked would be to stop having sex with him, but she wasn't desperate enough to go that far. She had a lot of toys she hadn't tried out on him yet.

Eventually they all settled into domestic disharmony. Wilson did all the cooking, cleaning and washing up. Amber organised their time with military precision and solved the problem of bathroom chaos in the morning with a chart and some sternly applied discipline to anyone not complying. House ate all their food, drank all their alcohol and annoyed their neighbours with his loud piano playing.

After all, as Amber said, House was like a fungus - he grew on you.

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HIMYM, Marshall/Lily/Sub!Barney, "Hey, guys, could you come uncuff me from my sex swing? Puh-lease?"

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This is total crack: :P hehe

House/HIMYM, Dark!Wilson/Barney, pretty

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AN: Heh, if you think this is crack, wait till you read my Merry Month of Masturbation Fics. Also... AU... Amber lives! And is really Natalie from HIMYM... we'll just say Amber's full name is Natalie Amber Volakis.

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He had only come to New York City because of this pretty little bit Foreman had fucked last weekend. House had once called him a womanizer, but that was the furtherest thing from the truth. His wives were just beards to cover up that James Wilson was a manizer. He was pretty sure that this Barney Stinson may have been overblown considering who Foreman loved being a prankster. Plus the tiny picture was not much to go by... blond hair, blue eyes.

Wilson rechecked the address on the napkin. He didn't think that Pretty Men hung out at a podunk Irish Pub named McLaren's. And then he heard that voice behind him as he was placing his drink, "Hey, were you in a movie, because if you're not... then I'm sure that I could get you a major role... no kidding."

He turned around to see a slender man with delicate sharp facial features, blond and blue-eyed. The man was an inch or so taller than he was, but his slimness made him look small. He was also clad in a expensive suit that was a dark shade of blue with a black shirt and blue and black tie beneath it. It had obviously been custom tailored to hug the curves of that tight little ass like a glove and emphasis those long long legs. "Barney Stinson," the man introduced himself, holding out a hand. He was holding what looked to be a fizzing scotch in the other.

"James Wilson," Wilson said, gripping Barney's hand a little too tight on purpose. He had the same sort of hands House did, only less veiny though the fingers were just as long and clever looking. He imaged handcuffing them behind Barney's back. "Dr. James Wilson. Is that whiskey and coke?"

"James... hey, I have an older brother named James," Barney practically bubbled out like a small child. He then cleared his throat. "Actually it's scotch and Red Bull."

"So, Barney... interesting name... what's it short for?"

"Barnaby, but I tell everyone it's short for Barnabas. So, do you want to come back to my place."

"I'm not sure," Wilson said, not believing how slutty this man was. It was like a gold mine. Now for the bait. "Are you into bondage?"

Without a delay, Barney said, "I've got a sex swing, what do you think?"

"I think I'm interested in heading back to your place... trussing you open... spanking you raw."

Barney rolled his eyes in rapture, "Spank me hard."

Wilson wasn't sure where the bear of a man came from, but on later recollection, said man was sitting in a booth with a woman who looked like his wife. Barney turned to say something and the man slapped him across the face. "Bad! No! And that's four by the way."

"Slap bet commissioner says that sub/dom relation slaps don't count," the woman called from the table as Barney's face teared up. "You still have two slaps left."

"Thanks, Lilypad... you're the best!"

"Anything to keep Barney safe, Marshmallow."

"Marshall!" Barney whined, rubbing his cheek as Wilson tried to blend in with his barstool. "I was going to score with a doctor again and not one of those TV doctors!"

"Marshmallow" or rather Marshall started knuckling Barney in the upper arm. "Barnaby Douglas Stinson... what did we tell you about taking home strange men?"

"That it's fun and I should do it more... oww, that's my hair!" Barney arched backwards and Marshall hefted him over one shoulder. "Marshall... lemme score with a real doctor twice!"

Marshall started to walk out of the bar and paused by Wilson's barstool. "I'm sorry... Dr. Whoever You Are... but you're creepy. Maybe it's your lazy eye... maybe it's your dark evil soul. But seriously... don't touch Barney... he's taken. Lily, come on... we've got a spanking to carry out."

"Coming!" The tiny woman chirped and scampered out behind him with such cheer that it reminded Wilson that House was overdue for a spanking. Maybe he could get Amber to come over. She always enjoyed stuff like that after her Krav Maga classes.

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HIMYM, Barney/Robin, gun

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"I don't like guns, Robin... I hate them, I hate them, I hate them."

"Look, it's not that hard to defend yourself with one. Personally, we all prefer that you learn how to use one. Even Ted agrees with your slender build that it's for the best. And stop using your whiny little girl voice."

"It'snotalittlewhinygirlvoice."

"Just aim for the target and pull the trigger."

"But, it's a defenseless target. Poor paper target... it didn't do anything to us. Let's just go home."

"Barney, just aim for the target."

"Okay... I'm aiming."

"With both eyes open."

"..."

"Now both of them are shut. Open your eyes."

"Dun wanna."

"OPEN YOUR EYES."

"Gah, why did you grab my Barnito Supreme like that, Scherbatsky? You cruel gun-touting Canadian."

"Got you to open your eyes... now aim for the target and fire!'

"Gah! Poor target... I'm so sorry."

"Barney... you got a bullseye on your first try."

"Poor little paper... I did? I mean, of course I did. I'm awesome."

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HIMYM, Barney/Marshall, secret

Why Barney thought Lily was Giving Marshall an At-Work Blowjob.

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Marshall tried to carry on his brief meeting over the phone as usual. It was hard considering Barney was hidden beneath the desk, sucking him off. It was their secret... well, his, Barney, and Lily's. It was up to Barney to relieve the stress of the day and this was the best way for him to do it.

Lily would meet Barney in the hallway and exchange their coded conversation indicating the delivery was in transit. She would drag him into the nearest storage closet, insert a vibrating buttplug into Barney's anus to remind him of those he belonged to. Lily would then drop to her knees and give Barney the blowjob he was supposed to duplicate perfectly on Marshall. Barney caught on quickly since like his brother James, he had a taste for cock. But unlike James, he loved pussy more than anything. Marshall had occasional gay fantasies about James ever since he saw the older man deep throating his husband after their wedding.

"And I'll talk to you later," Marshall concluded the call and hung up before running his fingers through Barney's blond curls. That had been part of the arrangement. Barney had to ungel his hair anytime Marshall wanted a blowjob. It was downy and light, something to grab onto and amazingly hot even if Barney didn't think so. "Oh, God... that's good."

"I'm not God," Barney pulled away briefly, licking the length of Marshall's dick as he withdrew his hot wet mouth, "But I hear that guy's awesome. Oh no, I seemed to have messed up. That means you must punish me." He rubbed his naked body against Marshall, Barney's impressive erection dripping against one of Marshall's shoes. "Punish me?" He arched in the air slightly as the bright blue buttplug buried in his sweet ass had apparently vibrated against his prostate. Barney whimpered and then grinned widely. "Swing, swing, swing?" he suggested. "Cuff your naughty slut, spank him hard? He wants it so badly, Daddy."

Marshall pushed Barney's mouth back onto his dick. This was the best secret ever. "Punishment comes later, Barn-barn-kins. Sucking comes now."

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RPS, pirate!Kane/merchant!Carlson, craving

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Time drags by them slowly, Steven's eyes drawn time and again to the horizon, to the sea. Anytime now he expects to feel his eyes, but all he feels are hers, following him like she knows.

But she smiles at him as though nothing is amiss and she comes to his bed and tries her best to sate his need, but her gentle hands and soft skin do little to slake the fire inside him.

No word comes when the two weeks have passed, and Steven waits. He prowls the docks in the early hours of the evening, half expecting to find stormy blue eyes seeking him out, angry and promising violence.

His cock shouldn't harden at the thought, but it does. He tells Maia to expect him to be away, though he doesn't say when or for how long. If the pirate is caught, Steven will be free. If he is not…the cold dread fills him, echoes around inside him with the craving he feels for hard hands and stiff leather, for the knife and the pain it draws in his skin.