Wednesday - Movies

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Wow! Tuesday's Schmoop Theme was so fabulous! I just want to squish you all!

Today's theme is: Movies.

When you leave a prompt you can give a title of a movie, specify a scene from a movie or give a line of dialogue. Then sit back and see what your authors come up with!

Please be kind to the Code Monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, "Your prompt". One prompt per comment.

Examples:

SGA, Sheppard/Teyla, "Pretty Woman"

B:TVS, Xander/Anya, (Dirty Dancing) - dancing lessons

RPS, Jared/Jensen, (The Princess Bride) "As you wish."

More than one writer can respond to a prompt. You may leave more than one prompt, and you can answer your own prompts. And, if today's prompts are not up your alley, check out the Lonely Prompts and take one home!

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SGA, Sheppard/Teyla - Pretty Woman

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SGA, Sheppard/Teyla - Pretty Woman

B:TVS, Xander/Anya, (Dirty Dancing) - dancing lessons

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B:TVS, Xander/Anya, (Dirty Dancing) - dancing lessons

Re: B:TVS, Xander/Anya, (Dirty Dancing) - dancing lessons

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"Come on! You don't want us to be humiliated at our wedding, do you?"

"I have a feeling that humiliation is going to be a part of it, regardless of how good I might get at ballroom dancing -- maybe because of it, knowing my family..."

"It's tradition. I read it in that wedding book Tara gave me. And aren't gifts for the bride supposed to make her happy, not stress her out beyond belief? I really need to have a talk with Tara..."

"Anya, just 'cause it's tradition..."

"Tradition is very important to my people, Xander. You know that. And I want our human guests to think I'm the perfect human bride. Therefore, we must learn this dance in exactly twenty days -- and we only have two lessons left!"

"I'm not sure twenty lessons would be enough."

"*SIGH* What if I offer you some incentive?"

"*GASP* Anya!"

"And your friends think I'm sex-crazed. It's all you men ever think about... So do we have a deal, then?"

"Uh... y-yeah. W-whatever you want..."

"I knew that would work. I'm very pleased with myself."

"W-wait... don't stop..."

"Dancing first... sex later."

RPS, Jared/Jensen, (The Princess Bride) "As you wish."

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RPS, Jared/Jensen, (The Princess Bride) "As you wish."

Re: RPS, Jared/Jensen, (The Princess Bride) "As you wish."

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“Hey Farmboy! Give me that pail!”

He says the first thing that comes to mind. “As you wish.”

He hands it to Jensen and as he does, remembering the rest of the scene. He remembers the narrator saying that when he said “As you wish” he meant “I love you.”

Jensen looks at him and Jared shakes his head turning away to memorize his lines as Jensen’s working on this stunt that involves kicking a pail. He closes his eyes as Jensen curses behind him and knows they both just figured this whole thing out.

Holy fuck. They’re in love.

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RPS, Chris/Steve, Her Minor Thing

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i want SO badly, so so so so SO badly to actually re-write Her Minor Thing as a Chris/Steve.
And Love Song, actually. Hell, I've even CAST Love Song.
Am thinkign that at some point, when all my current WIPS and epics etc are written that I may ahve to knuckle down and do that...

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Master and Commander"

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SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Master and Commander"

Re: SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Master and Commander"

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The good Doctor Daniel Jackson is quite possibly mildly deranged. Jonathan ‘Jack’ O’Neill, Captain and commander of the HMS Sara and long-serving officer in His Britannic Majesty’s royal navy, is quite convinced of this fact. It does explain a fair few of the queer and frankly quite strange things that occur on his vessel.

There is the good Doctor’s penchant for history, for example. Not an uncommon interest, to be sure, but to be lectured on the subject at such great length and frequency when there are many other, more ship-orientated, matters that urgently require the Captain’s attention? It is distressing, then, that Jack finds himself urging the Doctor to accompany him about the ship and, in fact, encourages the speech that flows freely when Jackson is so very interested in his current topic.

Then there is the way Jackson demanded that Jack weigh anchor off the coast of Greece for three days so that he might have the opportunity to take a boat and dive to see the ruins beneath the clear waters of the Aegean Sea. Jack had agreed uncommonly quick, his first officer had informed him later, but the other officer’s eyes had been sparkling with good humour. It was well known aboard the Sara that the good Doctor had a way about him that led to the most taciturn and disagreeable men being swayed to his opinions and whims.

“Danny,” Jack begins one fine evening when they are both sitting in his cabin, but then he finds himself without words when Daniel looks up at him from his volume on the great palaces of the ancient world.

Jackson blinks terribly blue eyes at him from behind his spectacles and then smiles, and Jack feels a sudden burden being lifted from his mind, although he had no idea that such a burden had even existed.

“I know, joy,” Daniel murmurs, and he reaches out to take Jack’s hand. “I know.”

SGA, Sheppard/McKay, "The Wedding Banquet"

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SGA, Sheppard/McKay, "The Wedding Banquet"

Fill + Dollhouse

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"You don't think this is at well weird?" Rodney asked. He and John were standing beside the buffet table in the massive banquet hall Jennifer and Simon had rented for their wedding reception.

"Why would it be weird?" John asked.

Rodney stared at him, incredulous. "Hello, I almost married Jennifer. And then I ended up with you, which sort of shattered my relationship with Jennifer, and we didn't talk to her for a couple of years."

"Pretty sure no one here knows that except Simon," John said. "So stop fretting about it. It's only weird if you think it's weird."

"How do you know no one knows?" Rodney asked.

John smiled. And then proceeded to make nice with every one of Jennifer's friends who came to see him. He told the first woman, a friend of Jennifer's from medical school, that he was a former Dollhouse Active and had participated in some of Jennifer's work with other actives. The woman patted his arm sympathetically and said it was sweet he was supporting Jennifer in such a public way, and then she went away. John told one of Simon's friends that he was Julian Lodge, one of the attorneys who'd fought hard for Wraith rights to ensure that the Wraith cure Simon and Jennifer and Topher were working hard on would be distributed in an equitable and efficient manner. John told one of Simon's other friends that he was a professional negotiator who'd been helping Simon and Jennifer with some of the questions of cure distribution in another galaxy with an alien culture. He told Jennifer's father he'd served with Jennifer on Atlantis, and she'd been a fine CMO.

At the end of the night, two dozen people had two dozen ideas about who John was, and none of them thought John had ever done anything to make Jennifer unhappy.

Which he hadn't.

Rodney had.

"That was both impressive and a little frightening," Rodney said.

John smiled and curled a hand through his. "You're not at fault here either. And look, this is Jennifer's wedding. She's happy. Be glad you get to be part of this celebration. And that she made sure a lot of the food was citrus-free."

Rodney nodded, squeezed John's hand. "You're right. Let's go home."

John nodded, then paused. "Wait. Someone's cornered Joe. Thinks he's me. There's yelling. Evan looks ready to throw a punch."

"Change of plans," Rodney said, and darted through the crowd.

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Heroes, Hiro/Ando, (Iron Man) really expensive awesome technology

i'm a pervert :D

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"OK, OK, wakatta," Hiro said finally, throwing up his hands. "You don't like the costume. I hear you."

"A three-year-old wouldn't like that thing! What the hell kind of--"

"Luckily," said Hiro obliviously, "I have a plan B. Follow me."

Ando felt the crack of doom above his head. He followed helplessly, waiting for the inevitable shower of humiliation.

What he got, instead, was a suit.

A gleaming metal suit. Ando's jaw dropped.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Hiro said. "It cost a lot, but I know you're going to like it."

"I get to wear... that?" Visions of Macross were dancing in his head.

"Sorry I'm not Minmei," Hiro deadpanned, "but it's got some other cool features. Get in."

Ando was sweating a little in the suit, but as Hiro flipped a few switches on the nearby control panel, cool air began circulating. "That feels nice. So does the suit fly?" Hiro nodded. "Shoot lasers?" Another nod. "What else can it do?"

Hiro's glasses glinted and his grin got wider. He flipped another switch.

Ando made a perfectly obscene noise.

"That is to help you with relief," Hiro said seriously, "so you won't be distracted by pretty girls when fighting evil." He nodded self-righteously as Ando's eyes rolled back in his head and he continued to moan.

All in all, Hiro thought, it was a pretty awesome piece of technology

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Heroes, Noah/Gabriel, "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang"

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Heroes, Sylar(or Gabriel)/Peter, (Dirty Dancing) "Nobody puts Baby in the corner."

Nobody puts Baby in the corner, Heroes, Sylar/Peter

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Well, it's not really dirty dancing, but...

Peter’s bored, which is understandable, given that he’s attending yet another of Nathan’s ridiculously formal, political dinner-and-a-dance things. The problem is he’s edging past ‘bored’ and into ‘homicidally bored’ because there are apparently many, many women out there who are dying to be connected with the Petrelli name one way or another and if they can’t get Nathan? It seems his little brother would do just fine for many of them.

The free bar’s starting to look very attractive.

Then he feels someone clasp his hand with theirs, fingers loosely linking together, and he would pull away, but he knows this, the feel of that hand and the scent of aftershave and metal polish and the faint hint of gunpowder that is Sylar. It should scare him – it would have done, once upon a time, but that was then and they’ve all been through too damn much.

He turns his head just enough to see Sylar’s smirk and Peter smiles to himself. The other man is gorgeous normally, but Peter rarely gets to see him all dressed up and the difference is astounding. Peter’s hit by a sudden need to undo Sylar’s tie with his teeth when Sylar moves towards the dancefloor, hand tightening and pulling Peter along behind him. He could escape; he knows it and Sylar knows it, but he doesn’t, just lets the other man arrange them so that Peter’s being led in a slow waltz.

Peter catches Nathan’s eye over Sylar’s shoulder and if his big brother wasn’t being so politically conscious at the moment Peter knows Nathan would already be over here. But Nathan is trying to behave, and so Peter gets to have this moment, and he moves closer to Sylar’s warmth and closes his eyes and lets himself be led.

RPS, Jeff/Jensen/Jared, P.S. I Love You

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RPS, Jeff/Jensen/Jared, P.S. I Love You

Re: RPS, Jeff/Jensen/Jared, P.S. I Love You

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*squeals* Me wants to read that. :D

Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, Fight Club

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Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, Fight Club

Fight Club, SPN/Lev, Dean/Eliot

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When they fight, they fight dirty, no holds barred. It’s pain and blood and it makes Dean feel so alive that he doesn’t know how he survives without this when he’s not with Eliot.

The sparring isn’t the part he remembers when he’s back on the road, though.

He remembers the harsh breathing filling the air as they both try to come down from the adrenaline high and the smell of sweat and blood as he bends over, hands on his knees, as he tries to catch his breath. He remembers the oh-so-gentle way Eliot dresses every single cut and tends to every single bruise and the way he does the same to Eliot, his gun-callused hands managing somehow to glide smoothly over now-blemished skin.

He remembers the way Eliot’s eyes are always still dark with desire and need and pain even after they’ve otherwise calmed down, and he remembers the insistent press of Eliot’s mouth against his, the same every time but so, so different from anything else Dean’s ever had. He remembers arching up into Eliot’s touch on the bed, hissing at the hurt and the needwantnow that rushes over him when Eliot sucks and licks him down, short, rough nails dragging at his skin as Dean loses the ability to think or say anything but Eliot and more and God damn you, harder you sonuvabitch.

That’s what Dean will remember when he’s back behind the wheel of his girl, and he’ll press his fingers to the bruises and the cuts just to feel the pain and remember how gentle Eliot was after.

RPS, JDM/author's choice, Gladiator

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RPS, JDM/author's choice, Gladiator

Re: RPS, JDM/author's choice, Gladiator

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Jeff squinted as he moved through the darkened room with two beers in his hand. They had decided to stay in instead of a meal and movie out on the town. He nudged the closet big toe. They lifted and he sat on the couch. The feet returned to his lap and he passed over the beer.

Jensen looked soft and relaxed as drank from the beer, the light of the television flickering and reflecting off the lens of his glasses. Jeff turned back to see that the younger man had chosen Gladiator. He sighed and settled in for some mindless relaxation.

Until the feet in his lap shifted so that the soles of Jensen's feet rested against his groin. Looking down and then at Jensen, the younger man never looked away from the screen. Smirking, Jeff began trailing his fingers over ankle and bone, sliding through soft hair of Jensen's calves.

Jensen still did not acknowldege him, even as he squirmed under the ticklish touches. Jeff growled and tugged Jensen until he was flat on his back, the beer bottles long forgotten. His face was flushed and glasses were skewed.

"Problem?" He asked softly, removing the frames and putting them away safely.

Jeff lifted his foot and licked a swipe up the bottom of Jensen's foot, hearing him gasp when he nipped the tempting big toe.

"No problem at all," Jeff said blandly, pulling away with a wet pop. "Watch your movie. I'm perfectly content to continue."

He laughed when he had a lap full of Jensen, currently attached to his neck and grinding down against him.

"So no more Russell Crowe?" Jeff asked cheekily when Jensen pulled away with saliva slick lips.

"Fuck Gladiator," He snarled.

"Would rather fuck you," Jeff returned, reaching between them and palming the heat of Jensen's cock.

Jensen's mouth returned to his neck with a mumbled plea, "Please."

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Stargate SG1, Jack/Teal'c, American Pie

OMG there are so many possibilities for fic with Teal'c and movies!! *g*

Stargate SG1, Jack/Teal'c, American Pie - err, lets say NC17

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NC17 is just for safety. the language is totally vague and it's only J/T friendship

There were days Jack really enjoyed knowing aliens. Explaining certain movies to Teal'c was *not* part of those moments. Watching the marines' faces as the Jaffa distributed his manual.. Now THAT was entertainment.


Jaffa sex pamphlet - Abridged

It has come to my attention that Tau'ri males are woefully lacking in education on the means to sexually satisfy their mates; as well as themselves. I have therefore assembled a few simple pieces of advice to begin your instruction.

It should be noted that on Chulac, a woman expects her warrior to provide at least an hour of pleasure. Since Tau'ri females are much less demanding, your weaker bodies should be sufficient for the task.

Firstly, in matters of sex, a woman wishes to be wooed, not to mother. Have a care to use the correct humour. If you remind her of a child when she wishes for a man, you will not be successful for any length of time.

However, neither is sexual dalliance a matter to be taken with a serious mien. The pleasure of mutual joy, expressed in soft laughter, is an excellent aphrodisiac.

Now, a man must be able to engage his woman's interest in sexual concourse, but also encourage her to engage such interest herself by confirming her feminine power over you. This means, firstly, that you should be as honestly appreciative of her efforts as you would wish her to be of yours. Remember that who begins proceedings does not in any way alter the requirement that the warrior provide a full measure of pleasure. Failure to do so is practically a command for your woman to cast you out to return to the learning grounds.

When it is your turn to initiate, an evening of intimacy is an excellent way to begin your overture.

*This* is not the time to become physically aroused, of course. This is a time to enjoy the woman you desire. To see her begin to glow with pleasure in your presence; in your attention. Control should be the first lesson any warrior learns, most assuredly over himself. The longer desire is allowed to grow in each of you, the greater the reward you will feel. And though *your* time is not properly counted, I am assured it *is* monitored.

You should find an excuse to touch casually; dancing, a cold night before a warm fire. It *must* be casual; you are not a commander indicating to his troops which position to assume.

Do you not enjoy your woman's body? Then let her know this. Slowly and truly, make you hands and body speak the admiration of your soul.

If she does not make it plain that you are on the correct path, a wise man asks. In all seriousness and with the unbreachable promise that you will listen and *fulfil* her true needs. Never think that what made your first content will satisfy your wife. Never assume that the actions of your first night together will continue to satisfy forever; would you expect all your enemies to fall for the move your first mentor showed you? Every new dawn must be taken for itself, both on the field of war and that of the bedchamber.

Now, she is aroused and enjoying the pleasures you are exchanging. Or so you think. *You* may be ready to complete the negotiations, but only a cur assumes his woman feels the same. A true warrior is paying attention. A true warrior has not only listened to her voice and the sound of her breath, but has also felt the change to the body he is pleasuring. Moisture to keep both your bodies lost in pleasure rather than suddenly showing fortitude in the face of pain. Swollen flesh that will all the quicker bring you pleasure.

Remember that in matters of the flesh, all flesh is game as a tool. Lips, yes, fingers, most assuredly. But your breath, the skin of your cheeks, forearms, legs. The whole of your body is your tool. Just as the *whole* of hers is your target. Aiming your glider at a mothership will avail you nought unless you defeat the smaller vessels defending it!


"Why do you laugh, O'Neill?"

"Don't get me wrong, T', this should be required reading for every marine on base. But this last line..!"

"Is it not rumoured to be an aphrodisiac, O'Neill?"

"..And I must correct the misinformation: chocolate cream pie is of far greater tactical value than apple??"

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Stargate SG1, Sam/Cam, Top Gun

Stargate SG1, Sam/Cam, Top Gun

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The first time Cameron Mitchell saw Samantha Carter, he was 23 and had a pretty high opinion of his own worth.


She reduced him to speechlessness with just a smile.


Sometimes she still teased him about that first time she said hello, and all he'd been able to manage in response was a slightly dazed 'yes ma'am'.


With southern pride, and a certain degree of fatalistic hindsight, he still liked to tell himself there was no way she could fault his courtesy.


It took him a while after that to realise she had a brain roughly the size of a planet and she wasn't just hiding out in the science labs. That it wasn't the predatory interest of her fellow cadets cowing her to the point where she sought sanctuary amongst the bunsen burners.


In fact, on the whole she was pretty oblivious to the interest she generated amongst the male, and even some of the female, cadets. If anyone was getting horizontal with Cadet Carter, she certainly wasn't talking about it; and those few who tried to start rumours to the contrary soon found there wasn't enough evidence to keep any of them flying.


The ones who tried to get more insistent also got short shrift. She didn't break any bones, but they didn't try it more than once. She never reported any of them for harassment either. Not even when she probably should have.


When she eventually paid him the enormous compliment of introducing him to her father, he'd been smart enough to recognise she did it because she needed a friend more than she needed a lover.


He'd be the first to admit it'd been damn hard to hide his disappointment at the time though.


But over the years he had been repaid for that moment of uncharacteristic maturity in so many ways that he'd almost ceased to remember what it felt like to be in love with her.


Except for moments like this.


Sunrise on a planet with no name, and the early morning light is gilding her skin and reminding him again, exactly how beautiful she is.


And then she opens her eyes and he is once more lost in the sweetness of that smile.


And all he can do is smile back and say,


“Yes ma'am”

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Stargate SG1, Daniel/Teal'c, The Mummy

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Stargate SG1, Jack/Daniel, The Wizard of OZ

Stargate SG1, Jack/Daniel, The Wizard of OZ

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Assignation

It wasn’t very often that Jack had the opportunity to feel like a naughty little boy, but sneaking into Daniel’s bedroom for some surreptitious nookie was really turning his crank. Carter and Teal’c weren’t a concern – they’d known about the two of them for years. And while Daniel said he hadn’t told Mitchell, it sure seemed like somebody had. Or maybe he’d just figured it out all by himself. Anyway, Jack was certain that he knew, and there was no indication that he cared.

And Daniel had had to tell Vala in sheer self defense, because the woman simply would not leave him alone until she knew that he was well and truly taken. Jack still didn’t trust her an inch around Daniel, but he trusted her to keep their secret.

So it wouldn’t be a problem if they were caught by any of SG-1’s members, although it might be a tad embarrassing. If it was just SG-1, Daniel would still be biting down on his pillow as he sprawled prone on the bed, and Jack would still be keeping his grunts and gasps to a minimum as he fucked in and out of Daniel’s ass, slow and easy in an attempt to also keep the bedsprings quiet.

But it wasn’t just SG-1 who might overhear them, and that was the part that was making Jack feel like a naughty little boy. Because two doors down, Mitchell’s parents, their charming hosts for this team vacation down on the farm, were (hopefully) sound asleep, and Jack sure wanted to keep it that way.

But it was exciting to sneak around, and he could feel the added element of stealth having its effect on Daniel’s arousal and responsiveness, too, and this wasn’t going to take very long… and he was there.

Jack sank down onto Daniel’s back and placed his open mouth against Daniel’s shoulder and came, silently, crammed as deep into Daniel’s ass as his cock would go. Daniel’s hand gripped his wrist and his muffled moan vibrated through his body, and Jack’s.

When he could move, Jack rolled them both onto their sides, still buried in Daniel, and reached around for the hand towel that had been underneath Daniel, protecting the sheets. He re-positioned it and grabbed Daniel’s cock and started jerking it, fast and rough the way Daniel liked it when he was close, and Jack could tell he was close. Sure enough, only a few strokes and Daniel was shooting all over Jack’s hand and (hopefully) the towel.

Daniel’s ass muscles clenched around Jack’s shrinking cock, setting off sensations that sparkled along his spine and deep in his balls. Even the air in the dark room seemed to sparkle and flash bright white….

“My apologies, O’Neill. I regret to say that I have need of your assistance once more.”

The deck underneath them was cold and hard, and Thor’s familiar voice just behind them was the last thing Jack had been prepared to hear. His jaw dropped in shock.

“Jack,” Daniel moaned. “Tell me this isn’t happening.”

Jack pulled himself together. “Sorry, Daniel.” He gave Daniel’s cock an apologetic squeeze before releasing it with a heavy sigh. “But I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”

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Stargate SG1, Sam/Siler, Torque

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Starhate SG1, Jack/Sam, The Matrix

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*Stargate even. lol

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Chuck, Casey/Chuck, 'we all go a little mad sometimes' (Psycho)

Fic: Chuck, Casey/Chuck, 'we all go a little mad sometimes' (Psycho); G

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Prompt: Chuck, Casey/Chuck, 'we all go a little mad sometimes' (Psycho)
Rating: G
Warnings: None



When Casey slipped out of his apartment door he saw Chuck right away. He was sitting on the fountain in the courtyard, his shoulders slumped and his head held hopelessly in his hands. Chuck always wore his heart on his sleeve and now was no different.

The kid practically radiated self recrimination and regret.

While Casey wasn’t used to being emotionally supportive of anyone on any level, he had become pretty good at the Pep Talk over his tenure as a commanding officer.

Casey straightened his shoulders and walked purposefully across the courtyard to sit down next to Chuck. Chuck, for his part, didn’t even bother to raise his head.

Casey cleared his throat, girded his loins and attempted to translate his Pep Talk expertise into Chuck Coddling.

“You know, stress hits everybody in different ways…” Casey began but Chuck cut him off with a snort.

“Are you saying: ’We all go a little mad sometimes,’ Casey? Because that doesn’t, actually, make me feel better,” Chuck informed him miserably.

“No,” Casey said quietly, trying not to let Chuck’s attitude throw him off his groove. “What I’m saying is that everyone says things they don’t mean, sometimes. Everyone knows that.”

Chuck did look at him then and a small smile quirked his lips.

“Even you?” Chuck asked him wryly.

“Yeah,” Casey answered, trying to keep his voice neutral. “Even me.”

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Firefly, Jayne/Inara, Risky business

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, 'Alright, you proved your point. You broke into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man.' (Ocean's 11)


Oh, it had to be done, people. ;p

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Congratulations, you're a dead man.

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((Ha. I totally was looking through my fic notes, and realized I'd written this but never posted. Dunno why. So here it is.))

Nathan righted his clothes, straightening a cuff as he turned to look at the man leaning against the table, collected despite being shirtless with his pants hanging open.

Nate leveled a condescending look at the man leaning against the table.

"You think that little distraction is going to help you rob me?"

Eliot grinned back.

"That wasn't the distraction. That was just for fun."

Nathan Ford swore, and left the room almost at a run.

Eliot laughed and used Nathan's shirt to wipe off the table.

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Firefly, Jayne/Simon, Chain of command

Re: Chain of command, Firefly, Jayne/Simon

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Simon looks down at him, sprawled out on the bed, and Jayne watches one of those prissy eyebrows rise.

“Well?” Jayne smirks, and gestures to his pants. “You thought I was joking?”

Simon smiles coolly, and blinks, but he doesn’t say anything. Jayne glares.

“Mal ‘n Zoe are off-ship. Means I’m in charge. Means you gotta do what I say,” he says, and sits up to reach for Simon, who steps back neatly, still with that gorram smile on his face. Jayne waits, and fidgets. “Aw, c’mon Doc,” he whines, and Simon smiles properly at that and moves a step closer so that he’s almost within reach.

“I don’t think you want this enough,” he says, one corner of his mouth twitching. Jayne huffs and lies back on the bed again, watching Simon carefully as the younger man reaches for the buttons on his fancy shirt. “I think that maybe you should suck me first,” and Simon grins when he says that, finally looking his own age for once.

Jayne only has to think about that for a second.

“Yeah, alright,” he says roughly, and Simon lets Jayne pull him closer this time.

“Now who’s in charge?” Simon mutters after they’re both finished, lying collapsed on Jayne’s bed, and Jayne huffs out a laugh.

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SPN, Sam/Dean, 'badges? we don't need no stinking badges!' (Blazing Saddles)

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"This is a bad idea," Sam says as Dean slides his shirt down over his shoulders.

Dean murmurs into his neck, "I like bad ideas." He licks at a sensitive spot and pushes Sam further onto the examination table. Sam keens and grabs at his hips, pulling by the belt loops. They both groan when Dean's groin comes in contact with Sam's, hot and ready and pulsing through the denim it seems.

"So serious," Sam gasps as he pulls Dean's shirt off. "What if... someone sees?" Colors explode behind his eyes when Dean seizes his ear between his teeth and grinds against him. "Dean!"

A dark chuckle against his ear. "We tell them the doctors are in."

"They won't believe we're doctors." Sam pants. Dean licks down his sternum to his stomach, hand finding an easy grip around Sam's erection. "We don't have any lab coats, no ID badges..."

"Badges?" Dean licks from tip to perineum, almost a perfect circle, and watches in glee as Sam tries his best not to hit the ceiling.

Sam rolls his eyes even as he scrambles to his hands and knees. "Let me guess," he says, the annoyance in his voice long since converted to lust.

Dean begins to stretch him out, climbs atop him, and coos the rest of the line in his ear. Sam laughs.

"But I do need you, Sammy." Dean adds, trailing a slack mouth down his shoulder to his back. He pushes in and Sam moans wantonly, pushing his hips back against Dean's.

"No coats," Dean whispers as they begin to move together, "no badges. Just you."

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CWRPS, Jensen/Jared, 'Kinky Boots'

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Everything sounds like a bad porno. He goes for kinky shit before but never like this, nothing compare with the stuff he didwith Jared.
Fuck he was in the middle of the living room wearing nothing else than his old military shoes,fucking his co-star mouth, hands on his hair.
Jared was so fucking hot like that, naked taking the cock deeper The little sound he made,turn Jensen on so much that he fucked Jared's mouth harder, his dick hitting the back of his throat.
When he pulled his dick off,Jared looked at him almost confused, the mouth red and abuse.
Jensen smiled and started to rub his cock against Jared's face,leaving pre-come on it. Like he was a little a bit of sadist he hadn't let Jared touch himself. His big hands was glue on his hips with the interdiction of touching anything else.
''What do you want?'' Jensen asked knowing the answer. ''Tell me what you want''
'Fuck i want to come, please, need....Need to come''. At the words Jensen grabbed his hair harder and bend for a kiss,fucking him with his tongue
He broke the kiss needed some air and let his head against Jared, eyes into his partner
''You wanna come baby? You wanna come on my fucking shoes like you suggest the other night hum, that what you want?You want to fucking lick it clean? Want me to watch you lick your fucking cum out of my shoes?'' Jared blushed and looked right into Jensen's eyes, burning of desire
''Yeah. Yes please that's what i want'' He finally answered.
Jensen kissed him intensively and he gave him the permission putting on of his feet on Jared's leg ''Fucking do it babe, fucking do it. And i'm going to fuck you,i'm going to fuck you so fucking hard that you will not sit for a month.Come on do it'' Each word was punctuate by strong kiss over Jared's abuse mouth.
Jared was breathing fast and he was close, jerking his dick as fast as he can and he finally did. He finally come, knowing that it was just the beginning.

Hope it's not too bullshit or too kinky. English not my first language and it's been a long time since i write some stuff! Sorry!

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, 'Hi, I'm Martin Blank, you remember me? I'm not married, I don't have any kids, but I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough.' (Grosse Point Blank)

The High School Job

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Knew this was a bad idea. Eliot had known it the moment the email had come through, one of the randomly routed ones that came through from a name he hadn't used in years, the moment fucking Hardison had picked up on it before he could delete it, the moment Nate decided they could use it.

"See anything yet?" Nate's voice came clear through the earpiece right the moment Eliot didn't need to hear it, right the moment the cheerleader he'd screwed in senior year turned her simpering smile on him, red painted claws curved over her football captain husband's arm, and asked him if he had children.

"Uh, no," he answered them both, producing a fake smile for the cheerleader. Couldn't remember her name. Something ending with an -ie. Nickie, Krissie, Mandie, Barbie...still looked like Barbie. Legs up to her -

"Eliot!" his earpiece insisted. Eliot winced, and reached a hand up to his ear, discreetly detaching the earpiece, and went back to lying to Barbie and Ken about the kids he didn't have, the wife he didn't have (who looked like Sophie in a bad wig) and the job he really didn't have, all the while keeping his eyes sharp for the nerd who'd apparently turned into some kind of computer genius had even Hardison beat.

Should've known that wasn't going to be enough for Nate. Five minutes later, Eliot escaped with a pleasant smile and an excuse, and smacked right into a pissed Nate in the corridor. A pissed Nate who was pissed enough to make the mistake of grabbing Eliot's shoulder and trying to push him back against the lockers. Which, naturally, led to Nate flat on his back on the floor and Eliot very slightly out of breath, very wary, crouched down next to him.

Knocking Nate down...yeah, not a great idea, but training and instinct took over, and he wasn't about to apologize when Nate knew that one. "You okay?"

Nate turned a long suffering look on Eliot. "Better if you hadn't just...why didn't you answer me?"

"Kinda busy at the time," Eliot explained, and offered Nate a hand.

After a suspicious look at the hand, Nate took it, and hauled himself to his feet. "Well?"

"No sign." Eliot glanced along the corridor, and groaned. Barbie was just coming into view. "Nate..."

Had to say one thing for Nate, the man thought fast. Even if Eliot damn near punched him out when Nate laid hands on him again without warning. Something he got a brief flash of a look for before Nate was kissing the breath from him and Eliot forgot anything but the heat of Nate's body pressing him back against the lockers, and the tang of whiskey lurking in Nate's mouth, until the shocked murmurs of former school friends broke through, and Nate lifted his head away, faint warmth in his eyes.

Eliot let his head drop back against the lockers, and mentally wrote off the whole thing. "I'm not married," he told Barbie with a lazy smile. "I got no kids."

"But," Nate cut in, reaching into his pocket and bringing out a well stocked wallet, "he's mine for tonight." His lips quirked as he counted out notes and pressed them into Eliot's hand. "All night."

More shocked sounds, and the click of heels on tile, signaled the retreat of cheerleaders and jocks alike, leaving Eliot torn between relief and fury. "You just made them think..."

"That you're very expensive," Nate completed. "Now go do the damn job."