Friday: Free For All

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Has it been another week already? Yes! And we know that means - oh yeah! Another Free For All! Today all fandoms, pairings, and prompts will be accepted.



But for the sake of others and our beloved code monkeys, please remember to restrain yourself. No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom per prompter. And of course, don't forget to format your prompts.


For example:
Wolverine RPS, Hugh Jackman/Taylor Kitsch, clever smiles and clever fingers

Supernatural/Leverage, Jimmy/angel!Eliot Spencer, safe


And of course, no spoilers in your prompts til at least one week after the original airdate, and in the responses, you must warn in bold and leave three spaces.



Not finding anything that bites? Check out our Lonely Prompts and see if anything tickles your fancy.

All set? Brilliant. Let's see what you've got!

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Wolverine RPS, Hugh Jackman/Taylor Kitsch, clever smiles and clever fingers

Clever smiles and clever fingers, Hugh/Taylor

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You really don't have a defence against it. This whole thing that started with that smile, that clever clever smile, worming it's way past don't and shouldn'ts like they wheren't even there.
So you fell, but kept telling yourself it was only once. Would never happen again.

But you where wrong. Because now the clever smile had company with clever fingers, lingering just a little bit too long, finding that exposed sliver of skin and stroking, warming, waking.

It's harder to resist, harder to keep away. Soon you are there again, hands buried in brown locks, lips trailing on soft skin over hard muscles, legs locked around a firm waist. Filled to the brim and all resistance is gone, wiped away by clever smiles and clever fingers.

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Supernatural/Leverage, Jimmy/angel!Eliot Spencer, safe

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Blade, Hannibal/Blade, "I wouldn't say it's hate"

Unexpressed Sexual Tension [Blade, Hannibal/Blade, "I wouldn't say it's hate"]

[chibifukurou]

“He hates me doesn’t he?” Hannibal asks Abby, dreading the answer far more than he should, considering the fact that he only met Blade yesterday.

Abby hesitates for a moment before finally she answers, “I wouldn’t say it’s hate.”

Hannibal gives her an incredulous look. “Then what the Hell is it?”

Abby halfway opens her mouth planning to tell him that she’s pretty sure its sexual tension. Then she snaps her mouth shut and shrugs instead. She really doesn’t want to get involved in Hannibal’s sex life and she’s pretty sure she’d like being involved in Blade’s sex life even less.

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Blade/Supernatural, Hannibal/Dean, they meet in a bar

Tattoos, Stakes, and Fake out- Make outs [Blade/Supernatural, Hannibal/Dean, they meet in a bar]

[chibifukurou]

They meet in a bar. Both trying a little to hard to pay attention to their drinks. Hoping to lull the vampires this bar is a hang out for, into a false sense of security.

Dean figures out what Hannibal is first, he notices the tattoo when he watches Hannibal dancing. He figures a familiar can get him closer to the vamps than he can get on his own. So he starts hitting on Hannibal.

Only to discover the unmistakable feel of stakes under his palm when he moves to run his hand up Hannibal's thigh.

Hannibal tenses at the feel of Dean's fingers tracing his stake holster but a surreptitious glance at Dean's face shows that Dean is more amused than anything.

Feeling Dean's hand go from rubbing to tapping Hannibal looks down and sees Dean using the unmistakable hand-signs of a hunter.

With a few hand-signs they work out a plan.

They act like a pair of lovebirds, to busy making out to notice the approach of the club's vampire's.

It works like a charm and they soon find themselves making out while their booted feet crunch on ashes and burn bone fragments.

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RPS, Ryan Reynolds/Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, three guys walk into a bar...

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Highlander, Methos/Alexa, "make me immortal with a kiss"

Fill: Immortal with a kiss

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"I wanted... I don't even know what I wanted," Alexa's words are half-muffled by Methos' shoulder but he can hear her well enough he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around her. She holders tighter still, as if there were any chance that he'd let go against her wishes. "But I wanted to live my life and leave something behind. Maybe I would have created something, or done something, or maybe just had a kid who had a kid and I'd leave behind a family tree. But I wanted... I didn't want to just disappear. You'll think I'm silly, but I wanted immortality."

Methos felt his through constrict. He hadn't told her about immortals, he didn't plan to ever tell her. He couldn't. Even if she could deal with it, he couldn't deal with seeing the knowledge in her eyes. But still, "I don't think you're silly. I would do anything to make you immortal."

He had tried. He had tried so hard, but the shards of the Methuselah stone were dispersed at the bottom of a river and all other possibilities researched and discounted.

"I just want to be remembered."

"That I can give you." He kissed the top her head. "I will remember you for all of my life."

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HIMYM, Barney/Lily, nasty

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World of Warcraft, Nefarion/Vaelastraz, loss of control

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Nefarian is laughing. The horrible, dark sound echoes through the room and off the pillars just as it echoes in Vaelastrasz's mind.

He can feel the blackness of Nefarian's magic creeping up his body, engulfing him. He tries to fight it, but his power is nearly gone and his wounds are too grave. It surges through him, eating at his body as well as his soul. The frail fingers of his human form scratch against the unyielding stone floor, nails breaking and cracking. Nefarian is still laughing.

"This is the might of the Red? Has Alexstrasza turned her eye from you, Vaelastrasz? Perhaps she grows weary of your failures. Your fire is nearly gone!"

The blackness is pooling in his gut now, making his stomach ache with cramps and spasms as it is torn to shreds. Soon he will be consumed entirely, broken to the will of the Lord of Blackrock. He howls in pain, both at the harsh words the monster speaks and the pain wracking him. He glares up at Nefarian.

"You dare speak the Life-Binder's name?" He spits the blood pooling in his mouth onto the floor beside him in disgust. "Your wicked pride will be your downfall, Blackwing. You will be defeated; your victory here is just one small step towards your ultimate end!"

There is a twisted smile on the Aspect's lips as he steps closer, hand outstretched to allow more magic free. It is in his chest now, Vaelastrasz knows his suffering is not long from over. He can't even make his arms obey him as he is pulled flush against Nefarian's chest, the blistering heat coming off him in waves a reminder of the dragon hidden beneath his human guise.

"So much righteous fury. What a pity you've forced my hand this way. With the proper training you would have made a charming consort."

Nefarian's lips descend on his and much as he desperately wants to, Vaelastrasz cannot turn away. The inferno as their mouths meet sends fresh pain through him, intensifies the magic eating him alive. He can hear whispered commands in his ear. Submit to your Lord. Against his will, he does. His lips part with a sob and the serpentine tongue of his enemy slips between them, licking possessively over teeth and tongue. Death will be a welcome escape.

There are footsteps approaching, he can hear the clink of armor and sweet song of swords leaving sheaths. Hope springs in his chest. Nefarian hears them as well, pulling away from him to glance at the doorway in irritation.

"Mm, it would seem your rescuers have finally arrived. How unfortunate that we must cut this short, wyrm. I was just beginning to enjoy myself."

The man casually flicks his wrist and Vaelastrasz is forced to reveal his true self, flesh morphing from the weak, thin skin of a human to the toughened leather of a dragon, wings breaking free from their confines along his back. He roars in agony. Nefarian's magic has nearly run its course, within moments he will lose all control and become merely an instrument of Blackwing's fury.

The heroes rush in, swords drawn and prepared as best they can be for the fight of their lives. Vaelastrasz summons up his last bit of strength, the remainder of power under his control brought forth to bestow upon his allies the Essence of the Red Dragonflight.

He can hear Nefarian shout for him to slaughter them all. He obeys.

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Have never written WoW fic before. Hope this is okay. *facepalm*

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Blade, Blade/Hannibal, Too much sugar

Tales of the Secret Sugar Stash [Blade, Blade/Hannibal, Too much sugar]

[chibifukurou]

Hannibal hasn’t stopped bouncing in the passenger seat for the last two hours and he’s made 15 comments about Blade’s need for psychological help. Zoe has been counting.

She always loves it when Hannibal gets into the New Night Stalkers sugar stash because he acts like he used to before her mom died and everything went to hell.

She’s pretty sure Blade likes it too because somehow when everyone is feeling down after another unsuccessful hunt Hannibal always ends up on a sugar high to end all sugar highs and she knows that she and Abby aren’t the ones feeding him treats from the sugar stash.

Which means that Blade has to be the one doing it.

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CDP, Cable/Deadpool, porn just isn't good enough anymore

Teleportion as a sex toy

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Deadpool had been angrily jerking his erection for five minutes now. It'd started with sweet affectionate than turned to teasing, than heavy and now angry. He wasn't getting turned on by porn anymore. He'd started with straight than gone to gay than to hentia(Tenticals WTF?), than comics, than animals, than aliens, than toys, than inanimate objects with names. He'd tried everything. Porn just isn't good enough anymore.

He dropped his hard, but stubborn cock. Maybe that was the origin of the term 'Hard Headed'. Made sense because the head was hard and aching but he couldn't come for peas. Really, foot fetish stuff involving peas. Believe this, not pretty stuff and it didn't help one bit.

Wade put on a pair of loose fitting pants and walked down the hall. He heard the shower going and smirked. Okay so maybe staying with Cable for the weekend had some other perks besides deciding when they would teleport on this mission together instead of having Deadpool show up in his mask and nothing else. Not a pretty sight some would say, but Deadpool though he was a handsome piece of burnt flesh.

Oh god. This was horrible. Deadpool had a genuine idea.

He teleported into the front room and a linked Cable did as well. They ended up together in the front room, Cable's cock in his hand and a look of bliss on his face, water dripping onto the carpet. His eyes suddenly shot open and glared pure death at Deadpool.

"Wade!" The man yelled but when he got no response from the big talker he paused. Deadpool was staring at his cock and drooling.

"You...You...You MASTURBATE!" Deadpool called out loud enough for the whole complex to hear.

Cable punched him in the nose. Deadpool went to the floor like a rag doll and all he could do was watch as Cable's ass watched away. It didn't matter because he had made a wonderfully sticky mess in his pants. He hadn't orgasmed like that in months.

Step one, see the cock, Completely.

Step two, touch the cock, In Process.

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Supernatural/Hellblazer, Castiel/John Constantine, clothes make the man

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There is no time here, no metronomic beat dividing lives into ever smaller segments. In this place there is everything and nothing, without limitation, except that of God's will. There is love and peace and bliss.

Gabriel comes to him as a messenger, white in a storm of sound; bringing time and space with the drip of water, the tick of clockwork and the pulse of crystal. Letters are written on the slate of his mind; ancient symbols coalescing into words. He reads and understands.

These are troubled times. The Lord seeks an instrument on Earth, a human who can be bent to his will and shaped to fight in the battle that is to come. One who understands the power of those who choose to reject God's Grace. One who can fight the good fight.

He must choose. To raise up from Hell one who is to be a saviour.

Castiel fears. Is he broken, or blessed, that he can travel into the darkest place and release a soul from perdition. No other angel can do this unaided.

He presents his dispensation at the gates and walks on borrowed feet through the corridor of flame. The skulls of the lost shatter under his feet, and sin and blasphemy surround him. Alone among his kind he can walk here, for he was once a sinner, a heathen raised from the ranks of the damned.

He weighs up the choices, sifts and sorts until from the list only two names remain. Both here through their own making, through good intentions. Men damned before their allotted time.

Crouching on a bone white promontory he regards the first, solidly human. As he watches the man stops, bends over a fissure and lights a cigarette in the flame. He looks up with an amused expression.

"Looking for me?"

Castiel drops from the rocky outcrop to regard his candidate. The man exhales a stream of thin grey smoke and lets himself be examined. Castiel circles cautiously then stops. Flowers bloom in his footprints. The man's pupils widen though his face shows no surprise.

"You're a bloody long way from home."

"I am Ca..."

"Not here. You never know who's listening."

"But I am an..."

"I know what you are and if you say it out loud every scum-sucking spawn of Hell will too. Is that what you want?"

"I'm looking for a man."

"Aren't we all, love. You'll be here forever if it's a good one you're looking for."

"I am not staying. I will return the chosen one to the land of men."

The man looks him up and down. "Before you go upstairs you might want to be dressed more, appropriately. The bodies of the faithful are all very well. But, if I were you..."

Castiel looks down at the vessel and for the first time feels shame at the beauty of the Lord's creation. He studies the raiment of the man before him and moves matter to reflect it.

John Constantine shakes his head. "That's not quite what I had in mind."

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Supernatural, Dean & Sam, leading a rebel army against the demons who've taken over since the apocalypse

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Hi! Um, I started to write this, but then the bunny bit me, and it's become a multi-part fic. So if you're interested, you can find it here (http://community.livejournal.com/deancastiel/739101.html), though I don't think it's what you origonally had in mind. :P

"You Can't Steal That!"

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He vividly remembered the conversation from two months ago when he anounced his intention. Yes, he could admit to himself that he'd been a little hurt when the other man had thrown his head back and laughed before proclaiming 'You can't steal that!'. Those four words only strengthened his resolve, it would be his, nothing would stand in his way. He'd even gone to Max for help, but she'd laughed at him telling him that it simply didn't exist, but he knew different, he's seen it, and knew it's worth.

So he planned and plotted. Watched and waited. His main concern being the hardwired defences, and how to slip past them unnoticed. This was going to be the heist of a lifetime, he couldn't affort to mess this up by moving two quickly. So he'd started hanging around, sometimes alone sometimes in the company of others. A nice mixture of both, so his presence wouldn't throw up any flags.

Now, two months later he is standing in his apartment with the odject of his desire. "I remember being told that I couldn't steal it....guess that was a lie." He said, cocky smirk firmly in place.

"No, It wasn't a lie." Alec said stepping foward into the embrace. "When you told me you intended to steal my heart, I meant it when I said you can't steal that. It's been fun, watching you work, being courted and wooed, but you'd never make a good thief because you overlook the obvious...Logan, you can't steal what you already own."

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Death Note, Halle/Gevanni, survivor's guilt

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oh squee rare pairing! I am so on this after getting some sleep.

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FF7, Cid/Vincent, the healing power of tea

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Supernatural, Dean & Sam, Sam has been avoiding something Dean wants to talk about, then he gets captured. Dean comes to his rescue, but he'll only untie him AFTER they've talked.

[shanaqui]

"Thank god," Sam says, the minute he sees Dean. He wriggles his hands in the bindings, trying to ease the pressure on his shoulders. "Can you untie me? This chair is made for smaller people than me, seriously. And just... skip the lecture, okay? I needed to get out of the motel room, I didn't mean to get captured by some nutjobs. Obviously I didn't mean to get captured by some nutjobs."

"You're making a habit of this," Dean says. Sam blinks. Instead of moving to cut him free, Dean moves to stand in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay. So we were talking, when you stalked out."

"We can talk some more when you untie me, okay?"

"And then you'll just shrug it off and say that I should trust you more or that I'm not strong enough. Which is bullshit, Sam. We're going to talk now, and when we've talked, I'll untie you."

"This isn't exactly fair."

"Didn't say it was. Talk, Sam."

"Look, Dean, I -- "

Dean rolls his eyes. "No, Sam, 'I need you to trust me' is not going to cut it. You don't trust me, why should I trust you?"

"I do trust you."

"Not enough." Dean sighs, finding a stool in a corner and pulling it up in front of Sam. "Look. Just talk to me. Like you used to, man. You were always all about the talking. Well, I'm listening."

"I don't want to talk while I'm all tied up. This is hurting, you know."

"The sooner you talk, the sooner I let you go."

A long pause.

"Jerk," Sam mutters.

"Bitch," Dean says, cheerfully. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

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Supernatural, Sam & Wee!Dean, photo booth

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Lilo & Stitch, Lilo & Stitch, two against the world

A Girl and her Dog [ Lilo and Stich, Gen]

[chibifukurou]

It's the two of them against the world and all of monster in Stitch's admittedly large family. Their just a girl and her dog taking on things that would leave an adult quaking in their boots and winning.

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Buffy, Spike/Dawn, Making fun of Twilight

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Spike pulled his brows down as far as he could and scowled lovingly at Dawn. "I love you."

Dawn stared at him, blank-faced, eyes widened comically. "But you hate me! I know because you didn't ask me out the first day you saw me!"

"I had to pretend, for your safety, but I have always, always, always, always, always, always....always always always known you were the one for me. You just smell so damn good!" Spike let his mouth distort into an absurd pout. "Now let us gaze soulfully at one another but never come close to doing anything like kissing because we are not married and even a blood-sucking monster like me knows that that is a sin in the eyes of the Lord."

"Oh, Edward." Dawn fake-swooned on the couch beside him in a flutter of eyelashes and fingers. She flung her hair from her neck, exposing her throat. "Bite me, so that we may be joined forever but without any of that icky sex stuff!"

Spike's face fell back to normal, and he coughed and looked away from her. "Don't...don't, uh, do that."

She blinked and straightened. "Why?"

He turned to look at her and his eyes were deadly serious. "Because, darlin', I ain't Edward Cullen...and I ain't bloody Angel, either. There isn't anything' stopping me from biting you 'cept this old thing - " He patted his chest, over his heart, "and the fear of what your sis'd do to me. And you can feel..." He took her hand and placed it where he had patted. "...it doesn't work so well since I, oh yeah, became a vampire."

She took back her hand, holding his eyes, and deliberately combed her hair away from her white column of neck. She leaned in, and he could smell her, young and fresh and woman and sweet, and it was so long since he'd been allowed anything but pig's blood from plastic bags, delivered every week like they thought he was some beast to be kept in a bloody cage, and in him is the beast, and he has been caged, and she's right there and easy prey, and he lifts his eyes to see the fear in hers, drink in her panic and her terror before he sinks his teeth in and takes -

And her eyes are not the eyes of a terrified child or a spooked doe, but of a woman who trusts completely that she is safe. That she won't, indeed can't, be hurt.

He turns his face away and releases her scent from his lungs, shaking fingers finding and lighting a cigarette instead. She sits back and smiles. "I think it's working just fine." She says softly, and then brightens. "So. Tomorrow, you're totally showing me how you secretly sparkle."

Spike scowls, curses to himself and breathes out bitter smoke and not a hint of regret.

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Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Watching I Love Lucy

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House, House/Cuddy, What are you looking at?

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No, fic but awesome icon and so true... ROFL

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Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, Are you busy?

I mean it

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"Hey, hot stuff, you busy?" Garcia said catching up to him as he was walking to his car. He gave her a smile and shook his head.

"For you, mistress of my heart, never," he said opening his car door for her and motioning for her to join him, "Getting lunch. Wanna come?"

"Sure," she said sliding into the car. Her heart was racing and she'd almost forgotten what a thrill it could be with Morgan. Her palms were even a touch sweaty.

"Burgers or chicken?" he asked turning the key and getting the car going.

"Burgers," she decided enthusiastically.

The burger joint they liked was only a block away and at three o'clock in the afternoon no one was there. It was a quick get in, order, sit down and the food was there in seconds.

"So," Morgan said ever the profiler, "What's going on baby girl?"

"What?" Garcia asked surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice.

"Don't mess with me, Penelope. I know something's up," he said waving a fry at her.

What do you want to say? Garcia thought to herself but wished she could say it aloud, That I've missed being around you because you're like my drug? I get such a high thinking I'm the center of your world, that I'm the only woman that gets you, that I'm the only one you're looking at. Than I crash because you turn to the girl next to you and start with your sweet lines and false smiles? But I can't stop you because I want you so much, but you'd never want me.

"Baby girl," he said reaching out and taking her hand.

"Stop it," Garcia said pulling her hand away, "Just stop it. I don't want this anymore it's not healthy."

"Hon," he said suddenly anxious, "What's going on?"

"You. This thing you do. It's cruel now. I mean you don't mean it, but you do it all the time," she said tears prickling at her eyes as the truth came out and she shattered any dream she might go back to.

"What do I do? I'd never hurt you."

"I know. I know, but you do. It's just...When I say you are the hottest thing I've ever seen I mean it. When you say it to me you're just playing. If you met it you'd make a move, but truth be told ya don't."

"Sweetie," Morgan said taking her hand and kissing it, "But I do."

"No, you mean it when you're saying it to Barbie while I'm sitting in the corner sipping at a drink to keep me sane," Garcia snapped, "When I said 'I love you' I mean it, but you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"As a sister."

"Listen," Morgan said bringing himself in closer to her and whispering, "If you want me to bend you over the table and fuck you to prove how unsisterly I think of you, than I'll do it."

Garcia's eyes went wide and she blushed bright red.

"If you meant it why didn't you fallow through?"

"Because I've never had a stable relationship before and I don't know how to have one. I don't want my first try to be with you and utterly fuck it up because I'm a mess. I ain't gonna get a second chance with you and loosing you just isn't an option."

"Oh Derek," she said reaching out and touching his face, "You dumb, beautiful man." She leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss. He put his hand to the back of her neck and gave her a kiss that made her worried rather he'd really toss her over the table and have his way with her.

She knew somewhere deep inside she'd broken whatever had been keeping them apart and that everything would end up alright.

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Law & Order SVU, Elliot/Olivia, I'll drink to that

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Band of Brothers, Speirs/author's choice, Who took the handcuffs?

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Dresden Files, Harry/Marcone, unleashing the tiger

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Harry Dresden/John Marcone – PG13
By Rubygirl29
Summary: John dares Harry to beat him in a fight, but is it the tiger or the lover he tames?

The Dare

“No Magic?” I look askance at John, who is wearing a black t-shirt, loose black exercise pants and is carrying a staff that looks pretty much like the one I have in my hand, but minus the runes.

“You said you could beat me in a fight, so let's see you try it. Without magic,” he repeated.

“That's cheating.”

One brow arched. “And magic isn't cheating?

“No. It's a genetic gift, like 20/20 eyesight.”

“Mine's 20/10.”

“Cheating!” I say, and shake a finger at him. “And also genetic.”

Marcone rolls his eyes and balances the staff in his hand. “So, blindfold me.”

“You're joking.”

“No.” He tugs a silk handkerchief out of his pocket. “Will you do the honors, Mr. Dresden?”

I roll the square into a band and tie it on, careful of his torn ear. Even though the scar is old, I know the nerves are still sensitive. His hair, worn longer now, is silky and wraps around my fingertips as I knot the ends. “Done.” I move away as silently as I can, which is pretty damn silent for a guy my size.

Marcone is shorter, hard with muscle, and freakishly fast. Before I can take three steps, his staff sweeps down, and hooks my feet from under me. I land on the floor, flat on my back, with John's hand at my throat and his eyes an inch away from mine. He smiles that predatory smile. “I win.”

His body is pressing down on mine. He plucks the staff from my hand and sets it aside. He pulls the tie away from his eyes, one hand still on my throat. His thumb smooths the pulse beating there. His tiger eyes look into mine, and for only the second time, I let him in. I see the same cold, hard space, the same darkness, the same need. But the tiger's heart is beating softly in time with John's heart against mine. I reach up, stroke his silky hair, and I hear the tiger purr.

We break away, perhaps both shaken by this new-found emotion. John burrows his head deeper into my palm, for all the world like a big cat seeking attention. His gaze softens, and he leans just a bit closer, tilting his head, and bringing his lips to mine.

When I can speak again, I whisper. “That's cheating.”

“No,” he replies. “I surrender. You win.”

As he kisses me again, I feel a surge of power. I have tamed the tiger, but he has claimed me as his own.

The End