Friday Free For All

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Friday is here yet again!

I am getting ready to head out for my last weekend in Portland for the summer for the Kane show on Saturday and a weekend of fangirl fun, but figured I should get us started before I go!

Friday means Free For All. All fandoms, characters, and prompts are welcome today.


Just remember to keep to our usual rules, of course.

No spoilers in prompts til one week after air/publication date.

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No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. You can prompt again if someone answers one of your prompts.


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RPS, Samantha Ferris/Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Chris Kane, hard whiskey, cool night, warm bodies

Leverage/Criminal Minds, Eliot Spencer/Spencer Reid, bruises where they don't belong (someone's getting hurt tonight)

As always, if you're not in the mood for anything we've got, head on over to our Lonely Prompts and see if anything bites. There's some really great prompts and a lot of really great fandoms, after all!

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RPS, Samantha Ferris/Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Chris Kane, hard whiskey, cool night, warm bodies

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Jeff had left a message on her machine. "It looks to be a cool night, Sam. Chris and I might stop by. To warm up."

Sam smiled and brought in some firewood. Jeff sure as hell wasn't bringing Chris because her cabin was warm, but she might as well give them the hospitality of a lit fireplace.

When she finished, she listened to the message a gain. She had always loved the sound of his voice, always that little growl in it, like he just had a shot of hard whiskey.

Chris, too. That voice, singing or speaking, didn't matter. And the accent on top of it.

The men showed up soon enough. "Here to steal my liquor?" she asked with a frown when she opened the door, and she was rewarded with a couple of low chuckles and an embrace. The two men held her between their warm bodies just a little longer than a friendly greeting should last, and as they separated, Sam could feel Jeff's beard and Chris' stubble leave her face at once.

"I've got a nice bourbon," Sam grinned as she pulled them inside, "And by nice, I mean cheap and high proof."

"Sounds great," Chris said with an impish smile. "Stuff that goes down smooth is overrated. I like a little more kick."

"Then trust me, Chris," Jeff said, raising an eyebrow at Sam, "You're right where you should be."

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Leverage/Criminal Minds, Eliot Spencer/Spencer Reid, bruises where they don't belong (someone's getting hurt tonight)

A Lesson Well Watched - NC17 - Pt1

[deannawol.livejournal.com]

The slight man took a deep breath as he walked out onto the small stage. He could feel his anxiety rise as he looked out over the fifty or so faces that he could see watching him. He recognised one or two from the club but the rest were strangers. He knew that the seminar was invitation only but still... Gideon had never gotten him over his fear of public speaking. He took another deep breath and took a last glance at his notes before putting them to one side. He was ready for this.

“Back in the 1700’s in Japan, they commonly used four punishments on prisoners. They took these from some of the martial forms that had been used for centuries. The most common was bondage - close to what we’d usually call shibari now – a practice involving the tying of intricate knots to restrict movement. The colour of the rope used signified the crime and the social strata the prisoner belonged to,” Dr. Reid pushed a lock of hair out of his face as he turned towards the display behind him.

Grabbing the covering cloth, Spencer tugged, pulling it clear. The crowd gasped as it caught sight of the bound man. Naked apart from the ropes, Eliot hung from a sturdy A frame, his front to the audience. Spencer leaned in, letting his hand run over the man’s arm. He watched the other man’s eyes for any signs of discomfort. A quick check told him that his sub still held his safety ball, a necessary precaution when working with gags.

“If you take the example of my, ahem, colleague here, I’ve used a combination of red and black ropes. If we were interpreting these accurately, this would mean a noble accused of a capital crime, usually an honour offence or going against the will of the Emperor, but in this case, I just like the colours.”

The crowd laughed before Spencer ran them through an explanation of what it had taken to truss Eliot up and suspend him from a wooden frame. Turning to the small table beside Eliot’s frame, Spencer took another length of rope from it, letting his hand run over its silky length.

With a smirk, Spencer looked out over the audience, “Of course, I didn’t completely finish his bondage before you came in. I feel that I should point out that at the moment, he’s actually quite comfortable. He’s got three support points – his thighs, his waist and his chest – all of which distribute the pressure so that no single point of discomfort exists. Or at least, it didn’t.”

Spencer quickly tied a loop knot in the length of rope and went back to Eliot. His hand shook as he gripped Eliot’s half-hard cock in his hand. His eyes flicked up to Eliot’s but they were closed. Eliot’s breath was coming in short, shallow huffs. With a stroke or two of his hand, Eliot was rock hard. It took a couple of minutes longer than normal to complete the full presentation sequence, given that he had to make sure the crowd could see.

Spencer knew his sub was an exhibitionist, but only when the situation was controlled, like it was now. Not one for comforting words, or absent gestures, they made a good pair, even if no one would ever guess it. Or if they did, they’d make the wrong assumptions, right up until Eliot dropped to his knees beside him. But trussed up here, there was no mistaking who was in charge.

“Again, it’s a good thing to note that even with this rather extreme case of bondage that there will be no bruises left. So, we’re going to move onto the second half of the demonstration, pressure points. Unfortunately, these will bruise. This is because we are going to attack nerve clusters and the pressure we need to exert is significant enough to leave deep muscle bruises,” Spencer paused to run a hand over Eliot’s body, pausing over an area just a little to the left of the line of Eliot’s jutting hip bone. “These are coverable as long as you keep to the main trunk of the body. I will warn you to not try this unless you know what you are doing.”

[sandrine]

Desperate Romantics, Fred/Gabriel, mourning

[samueljames]

Gabriel for all his lies loves his friends. I know this to be true. I have seen his guilt and seen his tears but at times it maddens me to see how quickly he has forgotten Lizzie. I would have loved her but I gave my allegiance to Gabriel. It amazes me at times how much charm he possesses. Hunt and Milais were kind of course but Hunt is now so engrossed in his work and Milais cannot help but show his happiness. His marriage to Effy has inspired him to great work.

So it falls to me, ever loyal Fred to escort Rosetti home. I have seen him take drink countless times but now as he sways and I try to support him he spouts a manic stream of thoughts about Lizzie and how he loved her. He blames himself and not two minutes later speaks of this weakness that must have always been within her. If I were a stronger character I would challenge him but I don’t. By the time I get him home he’s crying. I sit with him and cry too. He looks at me, finally acknowledging my own grief for Lizzie. I have not the happy memories he does to console myself with.

He wipes away my tears and kisses me. I am as usual dear sweet Fred to him. I have worshipped him for so long and I kiss him back finally feeling wanted. We fall back onto the bed and I kiss him again, feeling his tongue against mine. I hold the back of his head as I kiss him and grab a handful of his hair hoping it will hurt him a little. He rolls us both over till we are lying side by side and he starts to touch me all over, grabbing at my shirt. I’m nervous but still I want this. He slides his hand inside my trousers and takes hold of my manhood. I do the same for him and soon we are kissing and stroking. I feel the sensation build and he wipes his hand on my trousers. A few more strokes from me and my hand needs cleaning. He doesn’t say anything just kisses my hair and falls asleep. Should I stay or go? Deciding to stay I lie next to him. For the first time since the funeral it hurts a little less.

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Animorphs, Jake/Tobias, realising there might be more than friendship

Wow I'm early today! *glee*

Animorphs, Jake/Tobias, realising there might be more than friendship

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Sometimes Jake didn't know how he felt about Tobias. At first the clinging hero-worship was embarrassing; Jake had only stopped the jerks from picking on Tobias further, he hadn't thought it would cause this...friendship. Then after getting to know the boy some more Jake found that he enjoyed spending time with him. They got along and things were easy when he was with Tobias.

And that was where things got confusing, because Jake liked being with Tobias. They didn't have to be playing a game or joking, like with Marco. Or arguing like with Rachel. It wasn't awkward like with Cassie sometimes. It was simple spending time with Tobias. It only got simpler when Tobias changed.

Jake didn't examine why Tobias being a permanent hawk actually hurt. Hurt in the way that he wouldn't be able to see Tobias's eyes again, or his shaggy blond hair. He definitely wasn't going to examine why he wondered what that hair would feel like being run through his fingers.

Jake could spend hours with the nothlit, and sometimes he did. Quiet hours where all the two did was watch movies, sometimes read, and it was nice having the hawk on his shoulder. Tobias would always silently let him know he was done with the page with a slight squeeze of his talons.

It wasn't until he saw Tobias as the Tobias he'd started dreaming about that it hit him. The feelings, the calm he felt with the other boy. Was all leading up to this bursting Jake felt in his chest when he saw Tobias. The leader had to stop himself, keep the emotions swirling around him at bay, because the overwhelming urge to kiss Tobias was warring inside him.

It was the smile Tobias gave him though, a smile that said; it's what I want too. Jake grinned from ear-to-ear, he could wait, keep it under control until he had Tobias alone. He'd already waited so long anyways.

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Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, water's risin'

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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, this ends now

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, this ends now."

"You wish, Eliot."

"You can't stop me, Nate. This is over."

"Uh-huh, sure. Take your best shot. I already know how it'll go."

"Overconfident."

"That's my line. Go on. Try it. You'll see that I'm right in the end."

"Fine, be that way."

"I will."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"… Damn it!"

"I told you that you couldn't make that shot."

"Oh shut up and take your turn, Nate. The game isn't over yet."

"… Now it is. Pay up."

"All right but if you tell Parker that you beat me at pool I'm going to find something very nasty to do to you."

"Don't worry about it, I wouldn't do that to you, Eliot."

"Good."

"Hardison's a totally different case. I'm sure he taped the whole match."

"… Hardison!"

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Stargate Atlatnis, Sheppard/Ronon, adrenaline fueled

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John isn't sure that they'll make it to his room. The adrenaline's still pumping through his veins, making him jumpy and excitable. Ronon's got that twitchy look too, like he's just waiting for another Wraith to appear from around the corner. Sure, they made it out all right. Sure, no one got seriously hurt. McKay has a scratch that Jennifer's very lovingly conscientiously treating. Teyla's already gone to check on Torrin and Kanaan. Which leaves John hurrying faster than he should through the hallways with Ronon in hot pursuit.

John curses and dodges into a supply closet, one of the ones that they cleared out a while back because a better storage room was found two floors down. Ronon chuckles and follows him, grabbing John to pull them into a fierce kiss that makes John's lips sting and his heart beat even faster.

He thinks 'lock damn it!' at the door, tearing at the laces on Ronon's pants. Ronon's already opened his BDU's and is shoving them down, out of the way.

"There, against the wall," Ronon rumbles, spinning John and shoving him hard.

"Fuck yes!" John gasps, his eyes dropping shut as Ronon smoothes something slick onto him.

That's all the prep he gets and it's almost more than he wants in this adrenaline fueled lust. Ronon grabs his hips and pushes into him slowly, taking way too fucking much time to bottom out. John starts cursing as Ronon freezes there, not moving and not letting John do anything more than squirm and curse. He knows its good, its necessary but damn it, this isn't what he needs!

"Almost," Ronon rumbles, leaning over John's back to lightly bite his neck.

"Oh fucking hell, just do me," John groans.

"Want it?" Ronon asks, one hand unclamping from his hip and snaking down to John's cock.

"Please!" John whines, bucking into Ronon's hand and then back against Ronon's hips.

Ronon chuckles into his ear. He straightens up and starts pounding John, driving into him hard and fast, taking him as deep as possible given the position and general lack of preparation. John gasps, nearly crying out. He bites down on the urge to scream Ronon's name, not willing to let everyone in Atlantis know what they're doing.

It's too hot, too dirty, too good to last. They're both riding the edge already, the near misses of the mission driving them as much as the pleasure they're giving each other. John falls over the edge before Ronon does, coming and splattering against he wall. Ronon only lasts three thrusts longer, groaning as he fills John up.

"You okay?" Ronon asks as he sighs and pulls out.

"Yeah," John says, licking his lips and rubbing his face. "Tired now."

"Bed?"

"Yeah, a bed sounds good," John says, smiling at him. "You joining me?"

"You bet," Ronon says, leaning down to kiss John gently, tender now that the adrenaline that had been riding them was gone.

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DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, sexual tension

Wire Act, Jason/Tim, PG

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

It was the little things that revealed their problem.

The smoldering looks. The way Jason lowered his voice just a little, the way Tim lightened his. Even when they argued it sounded more like foreplay.

The way Jason always had to touch Tim when they were around each other. The way Tim left himself slightly vulnerable. Even when they fought they looked like they were going to stop everything and have sex right there.

They, of course, were oblivious. That was why Dick did his brotherly duty to point this out.

By locking them in a closet.

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Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Cameron/Jack, steaks and beer

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The Hangover - Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Cameron/Jack, steaks and beer

Cameron's head is pounding, his tongue it fur-coated, and he's naked. Oddly enough, that's the exact order that those three things occur to him, and he doesn't find the slightest thing wrong with that. Because his head really hurt, the headache pounding in time with his heartbeat, and he thinks about maybe giving himself a lobotomy in the hopes that that would do something to dull the pain.

It's only after he considers his hangover options that he realizes that there's a very warm, very comfortable weight against his back, and Cameron doesn't remember buying an electric blanket any time recently. He forces his eyes open to suddenly find himself staring at a very close, very naked hip. One that definitely doesn't belong to him or the weight at his back. He trails his eyes up to find out the hip belongs to Jackson.

"Huh," he mutters, managing to bring a hand up to rub his eyes. "I always figured that if we ended up in bed together, you'd be the one spooning me, Sunshine." That manages to get Daniel's attention off the book in his hands as he looks over to raise his eyebrows at Cameron.

"Jack likes to cuddle," Daniel says, shrugging, and he turns back to his book. Cameron can almost see a smile that Jackson was obviously trying to hide, and he is so focused on that that he almost doesn't catch what Daniel said.

"Jack? Like... O'Neill?" There's this sudden thought, mostly about his career being over, about losing SG-1, that he doesn't even realize that Jack can't exactly tell on him, not without getting himself in trouble.

"Which other Jack were you thinking about bedding, Mitchell?" That voice comes from behind him, the sound actually rumbling through the chest pressed against his back, and Cameron has to fight the urge to arch back into the feeling of it.

"Sorry, sir, this is, uh, this is just not where I pictured my weekend ending up." Daniel actually laughs then, placing a small notecard into his place in the book before laying it down on the nightstand. He shifts down on the bed, rolling into his side so he can face Mitchell. And Jack. Which is still weird, but not in a bad way. Or at least, not in a wrong kind of bad way.

"It was your idea," Daniel says, still trying to hide a smile.

"Stop smirking, Jackson," Cameron says, but that only makes Daniel actually full-out grin. "I was drunk last night. Any suggestion I made can be blamed on the beer. Or maybe they spiked my steak. Either way. Shouldn't have been taken seriously." He feels rather than hears Jack laugh at that, the sound once again rumbling through both their bodies and sending goosebumps across Cameron's skin.

"You were sober when you suggested it," Jack says, just before Cameron feels the press of his commanding officer's mouth against his shoulder. His eyes widen, and Daniel just grins at him again.

"You didn't start drinking until we decided to pick who got to be on bottom by seeing who drank who under the table," Daniel continues, moving forward until he's pressed against Cameron's front and Jack is very solid against his back. He grins again, that same grin that Cameron is starting to realize he both loves and hates at the same time. Daniel shrugs again and says, "You lost," just before leaning in to kiss him.

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FFVI, Relm Arrowny + anyone else, "She's up to something!"

Broken and Bruised - G

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He couldn't take it any more. They'd been playing leap-frog with their lives and souls for far too long. Rushing from demon to demon trying to make deals to turn back time or swap themselves for their sibling so often that no crossroad demon would even think about coming to their aid.

Castiel and Uriel on one hand telling him that his brother was the next coming of evil. His father's ghost on the other hand telling him to take care of him, but to put him down before he turned dark.

How the Hell did they think that he'd ever be able to do that? Bobby, maybe, but only if he had enough Jack in his blood to make a bar envious. But his baby brother? No force in Heaven or Hell could make him cross that line.

He could see the cracks in himself. Could see it every time he looked in the mirror. He was falling apart. He felt numb now. Hell had stolen his will and even though he was clear of it's damned halls, he was pulled back there every night in his nightmares. And he couldn't do it any more.

Nothing was working. Alcohol. Keeping awake. Trying to remember who he was before. But that was lost to him. He had only one option left, to close himself off. If he didn't think, he wouldn't have to deal with everything.

He'd turn his heart to concrete. Then it wouldn't get broken, bruised. Maybe then he could carry out the duty his dad had left to him. Maybe then he could make a difference. Maybe.

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DCU, Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, hooking up during OYL

DCU - Teach me to fly - Jason/Dick

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Okay, Jason isn't queer.

His neighourhood isn't really a good place to fly the rainbow flag. More likely, knowing the local gangs, to fly the rainbow fag. Anyone smart enough to survive on these streets learns pretty damn quick not to get caught eyeing up the pretty boys.

Jason's just old enough to be considering girls when he jacks the Batmobile. Batman/Bruce's training is brutal enough to make even a healthy teenage boy too tired to jerk off. (That and the Cave's showers are communal sized and Jason doesn't entirely trust the butler not to peek. He's heard stories about British upper classes.)

Honestly? He's starting to think it's broken. Then he meets Nightwing. Jason actually thinks he's having a stroke for the first few seconds as all his blood rushes south. The codpiece saves him from totally humiliating himself even if the only reason Jason doesn't wind up in the foetal position is because he's afraid to look away.

Once the first rush is past, Jason's expecting Nightwing to be a jerk, just like good ol' Bruce. Instead, Nightwing hauls his ass outta the fire, covers his back and treats him like Jason knows what he's doing. He doesn't, most of the time, but he's proud all the same.

After the whole clusterfuck, Jason trails him home. Drops by a few times afterwards until Dick invites him in. Dick turns out to be an awesome big brother and Jason jerks off for weeks after each visit to the memory of Dick stretching and walking about on his hands with his T-shirt bunched around his shoulder and neck to show off sleek muscles.

Jason's sixteen the first time he kisses Dick. He's sixteen and a bit the first time he crowds Dick up against a wall. (Dick would never hurt him and Jason's well past playing fair.)

Jason has to research the actual mechanics on the Batcomputers before Dick will accept that he's not corrupting him. It's not like Jason's a virgin or anything but Dick's got more issues than the National Geographic, most courtesy of Papa Bats. Jason tells him about the girls he's fucked, Dick spread out under him on the bed or couch. Dick's stubborn as hell but Jason's got hormones and stubborn going for him.

Dick, naturally, turns out to a living wet dream in bed. He's insanely flexible, deliciously responsive and willing to dare anything. Jason still isn't queer. He's just come to believe that Dick is enough to tempt any man/woman/alien with a working libido.

(When Jason finds the 'research files' on this theory that Bruce made sometime after Dick turned seventeen, he laughs so hard he actually hurts himself.)

Military Issue

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Dean rips his winter coat falling out of an old maple tree, catching it on one of the branches on the way down. Sam, some good fifty meters away, shotgun at his shoulder, ready, only hears the stomach-churning rip and thinks for the most horrible of moments that that was the sound of Dean being torn in two.

Falling like that with his rifle in hand causes the gun to go off, and the luckiest shot in the world kills the achomawi they’d been hunting as it was ready to drop on top of Dean and devour him.

Dean grumbles about losing the coat. It’s useless now, almost in two pieces. John gave it to him “for Christmas” in November after the first snowfall in Vermont, the year before he disappeared.

They stop in the next major city, which happens to be Duluth. They pick up dinner on the way to the Lakeside, the Classiest Motel in Town, bickering over what to have, hamburgers or lo mien. The spend a quiet evening relaxing together, a nice change after the frantic search for the achomawi. They must be getting old because bedtime, which used to be midnight or later, is now before the late night shows have started.

Dean wakes up on his feet in a whiteout, can’t tell where the snow meets the clouds. He can’t feel the cold, though he feels the wind. It’s calming.

When Castiel arrives, Dean doesn’t see it coming. White wings must’ve blended in with the rest of it, he jokes to himself, and smiles at his quip as much as he does at Castiel joining him.

“I saw you fall this afternoon. I’m glad you weren’t hurt,” Castiel says. He’s looking at the horizon, not at Dean.

“It was close," Dean agrees. "The ground broke my fall.”

He chuckles. Castiel does not.

“I know you can't afford one, so I'm gifting you this coat.”

Dean considers the fact that Castiel isn’t holding anything, or wearing anything different. He’s about to heckle the angel about where he could be hiding this coat when he notices that he’s already wearing it.

It’s a trench-coat made of black wool, with the belt and everything. It looks like a military greatcoat, perfect for a solider.

“Do you like it?” Castiel asks, a touch of hope to his voice.

Dean does. He really does. He feels badass in it, but he’s kind of embarrassed to say it. “It’s going to be kind of hard to hunt in,” he notes. “The length. I can’t run in it.”

He suddenly finds it’s shorter, mid-thigh, and tailored more to his body.

“Well hell, Cas, I should have you do all my clothes,” Dean remarks. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad,” the angel says, flicking his eyes to Dean. “It’ll be there when you wake up.”

*

The next morning is the same as every morning. Dean gets up because Sam gets up, noisy bastard. Morning is completely standard, could be any other morning, until Dean opens his duffle for clothes and finds his new coat right on top.

He breaks out a grin, the first in a long time.

"Sneaky, sneaky angel," he whispers to himself, then shouts out, "Hey Sam! Come check out what the elves cobbled for me last night!"

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DCU, Jason Todd/Steph Brown, Batgirl and Robin

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Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Toro Raymond, nudity

Locker Room - 15

[deannawol.livejournal.com]

"Jeez, sorry, didn't realise you were, um, changing," Bucky blushed and turned his back on the naked Toro.

"It's fine," Toro smiled at the younger man, "I was hoping to talk to you earlier. Good work earlier. You sure saved my butt."

"No problem," Bucky turned but as soon as he noticed that Toro was no more dressed than he had been a moment earlier, he turned back, deliberately looking at the wall and not his teammate.

"You okay, Buck?" the older man asked, concerned.

"Nah, I'm good," answered Bucky, "Ya know, I still dunno how you can wander out there in nothing. I mean, ya gotta be worried some Jerry bastard is gonna get an unlucky shot or something."

"Well, yeah, I do worry about that sometimes," Toro laughed, "Large target and all that."

Bucky spluttered and blushed bright red.

"You embarrassed, Buck?" Toro asked quietly.

"Nah," Bucky shook his head, "Not me. Just giving you a little privacy to, ya know, get dressed."

"Hell, Buck," Toro whispered from right beside Bucky's ear, "Ain't like I mind you looking."

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Marvel, Johnny Storm (Human Torch)/St John (Pyro), Don't come in, I'm naked!

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

'Don't come in, I'm naked!' Johnny yelled but John, who held not doing as he was told as high as a principle if only because that was expected of a supervillain, marched right in.
'Hey!' Johnny protested and tried to cover himself with a extraordinarily small towel. Maybe it was actually a washcloth.
'It's not like I haven't seen you naked before.' John rolled his eyes.
'It's a principle!' John rolled his eyes some more:
'Have you met me? I'm defying people's principles for a living. What's with your sudden prudery anyway? Did Doom hit you with his personality changing beam?'
'It's a surprise, okay?' Johnny asked testily.
'A surprise?' John eyed the washcloth Johnny tried to hide behind with raised eyebrows.
'Did one of Reed's experiments turn you into a girl?'
'No!' Johnny replied annoyed. The he let the washcloth fall: 'I've got a tattoo. I wanted to show you tomorrow for your birthday but-'
'Who told you tomorrow is my birthday?' John demanded to know.
'Bobby.' Johnny said as if that should have been obvious which it should have been because he couldn't call Magneto and ask when John's birthday was, could he?
'Do you remember when you told me that exes were as bad as supervillains? Because Bobby totally yanked your chain. The 13th November is - would be Bobby's and mine anniversary if we were still together.'
Johnny looked immensively embarrased. John decided to take pity on him.
'But hey, you're only off by the month. My actual birthday is on the 13th May.' John decided to change the subject:
What tattoo did you get?'
Johnny shifted slightly so that John could see the small flame on the inside of Johnny's tigh. It was an exact miniature to the tattoo John had on his back.
John was speechless.

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Dark Angel, Max/White, connection

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Moonlight, Josef/Mick, You've got red on you.

Moonlight, Josef/Mick

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

"You've got red on you," Josef says, smirking and motioning to the side of his face.

Mick reaches up and scrubs across his cheek. Of course, it's the wrong one.

Joseph rolls his eyes. "Here, let me." He leans in, but changes his mind with his hand halfway up to Mick's face. Instead, he leans closer and gives Mick's cheek a long, slow lick, the delicious liquid tingling his tongue.

He's not quite sure whether to regret the decision or not when he hears Mick gasp, a soft intake of breath. Josef throws caution to the wind (again) and sucks along Mick's jaw, down to his neck, his collarbone.

He hadn't really thought about this before. But now that he was doing it, he wondered what had taken him so long to get with the program.

When Mick grabs Josef's hair and pulls his mouth up roughly to meet Mick's, Josef decides to stop thinking for a while.

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Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, author's choice

By The Light of the Moon - 12

[deannawol.livejournal.com]

The werewolf growled, snapping at the flanks of his canine companion. The dog snapped back, teeth drawing back as he growled right back. The wolf lunged towards the black dog, but the dog dropped at the last moment, leaving the wolf to sail clear over him.

The wolf landed and looked around, confused, but the dog pounced landing on his back before falling to the ground behind him to nip at his heels. The wolf rounded, slamming the dog with one of it's long arms, sending it flying to thump against a half-demolished wall.

The force of the hit dislodged a couple of stones. The wolf moved fast, hoping to catch it's prey before it rose and continued the fight. But the dog wasn't moving. The wolf nosed the dog but the dog didn't so much as whimper. The wolf nosed harder, licking at the muzzle of his rival when he got no response.

The wolf dropped his his haunches, and put his head back, mouth opening to howl. But before any sound could come out, he was knocked off balance. He looked around to see Padfoot sitting beside him, tongue lolling out in laughter.

Moony narrowed his eyes at the trick but just nudged his friend, settling down to watch the moonset with Padfoot.

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Guardians of Time Trilogy, Arkarian/Isabel, eternity with you

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Heinleinia, Lazarus/Libby, no strings

To codemonkeys: Heinleinia is scifi.

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DCU, Dick Grayson (Robin I/Nightwing/Batman)/Slade Wilson (Deathstroke the Terminator), the first time they meet up after Dick has donned the cowl.

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Twilight, Bella/Alice, Edward can never find out

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This is either a strong R or weak NC-17, I can't decide. I'm also a little iffy on the ending but hopefully you'll like it anyway.

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Bella’s mind is the one mind Edward can’t read and Alice has shamelessly exploited it many times. It isn’t easy; Alice’s own mind is open to Edward so she has to be careful. One stray thought…she doesn’t glimpse into that future, just in case. It’s hard to find moments but Edward can be so simple, so Victorian in his notions and ideas that he’d never ask why Bella’s room sometimes smells not only of Bella and Alice but of arousal. Alice always knows in advance when Edward will show up to check on Bella even when they’re having ‘girl’ time so they’ve never been caught.

“Alice?” Bella’s voice, rough with need, drags Alice back to the present and she smiles at her.
“They’re not too tight are they?” Alice asks, referring to the silk scarves she’s looped around Bella’s wrists, tying her to the bed. Bella shakes her head and Alice smirks, carefully dragging her nails up Bella’s bare stomach, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to make Bella gasp and squirm. She leans down, still fully clothed for now, and kisses her way up from Bella’s bellybutton, up between her breasts and along her collarbone to her pulse point. Bella goes still beneath her and her breath hitches and Alice almost misses her whispered please. It doesn’t even take her a second to get rid of her clothes and Bella is so warm, so alive so human. She straddles Bella’s thigh, the thigh with the scar from their encounter with James, and Bella raises her head as Alice lowers hers. They kiss and Alice brushes her thumb over Bella’s clit because she likes to surprise her knowing that if Edward were the sort to do anything before marriage it would involve a half hour discussion and lots of questioning. Bella jerks her head back and moans brokenly, groaning and gasping, her hands flexing and grabbing ineffectually at the air.

“Ssh, ssh,” Alice croons and Bella makes a vaguely consenting noise, eyes on Alice until she slips a finger then two into Bella who cries out and squeezes her eyes shut, clamping down around Alice’s fingers. Alice knows it won’t take long, not when Bella’s been in this state for so long and she spreads her own legs, rocking faster (mindful not to break the bed), biting her lip. Bella comes quickly with a strangled sob, limp and boneless and flushed all over, managing to open her eyes just enough to watch Alice; Alice wonders what she’s thinking or if she’s even capable of thought until she loses that ability herself, hips stuttering to a stop. She sighs – wouldn’t want to offend or deafen the neighbours, not with wolves out and sticking their noses where they’re certainly not wanted – and after a moment releases Bella’s wrists. She kisses Bella on the cheek, almost a sisterly kiss, and smiles.

“I’ll be back in a second,” she reappears with a washcloth that Bella takes, turning pink again as Alice darts around the room to gather their clothes. She’s fully dressed when she can hear the police cruiser approaching and opens the windows to air the room. “Hurry up Bella.” Bella nods and by the time Charlie pokes his head around the door Alice and Bella are both pretending to look over the magazines Alice brought.
“Bells, Alice,” Alice smiles at Charlie, Bella hides behind her hair, “Always nice to see you around. Bells gets a little colour in her cheeks.”

It goes without saying that if Edward can never find out then neither can Charlie.

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X-Men (movie 'verse) Pyro/Iceman, getting their happily ever after

with some Rogue/Logan for my little shipper heart

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'Bobby!' Rogue admonished him: 'Stop fidgeting.'
Bobby looked guilty and stopped tapping his foot while Rogue fixed his bow-tie.
'Bobby.' She said again: 'He will be there, don't worry.'
'I know.' Bobby took a deep breath and tried to relax: 'I'm just nervous, you know?'
'Don't I?' Rogue muttered and fixed her focus on the bow-tie again. In fact she had been even more of a nervous wreck on her wedding day than Bobby was now. Logan also had quite the reputation for running away.
Outisde the music started and she ran a hand through Bobby's hair a last time.
'Ready?' She smiled.
'Ready.'Bobby looked good, happy, like he was radiating.
The church was packed with everyone who lived or had ever lived in the mansion plus not a few members of the Brotherhood including Magneto and Mystique. A reminder of what obstacles John and Bobby had overcome to get here.
John's smile was as brilliant as Bobby's, Rogue thought when she joined Logan at their seats and took his hand in hers. They couldn't keep their eyes from each other and Rogue laughed along with everyone else when John's friend Avalanche yelled:
'Get a room.' When John and Bobby kissed.
After everything that happened Rogue had no doubts that they would live happily ever after.

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X-Men (movie 'verse), Scott/Remy/Logan, Remy finds them shortly after X2

(since as far as I'm concerned most of X3 never actually happened)

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Scott had rolled his eyes. Okay, Logan couldn't see that, but he was sure it was happening.

"He's impulsive. And arrogant. And with significant criminal inclinations," Scott had complained, "He's basically you, Logan, without the good qualities."

"Good qualities?" Logan asked, "Seriously, are you sur you're not Mystique?"

But eventually, Scott had given in. It was hard for him to turn away someone who had helped Logan once, someone who seemed to have faith that Logan was more than just some monster before he lost his memory. And it seemed possible now that Remy and Logan had helped Scott when he was young, so who was Scott to pass judgment on someone just because they're a conartist thief who likes to cause explosions.

And... the accent didn't hurt. Neither did the Cajun cooking. Or the hair. Or the face. Or the chest. Or the ass.

So warily, but trying to seem authoritative, Scott let Remy in, let whatever Remy and Logan had into his own tangled mess of a relationship with Logan.

And Scott was expecting the worst.

But .... it turned out ... okay. Remy's charm was helpful to defuse the occasional clash of the egos Logan and Scott still got into sometimes. And as an X-Man, Gambit had proven himself time and again to be clever and resourceful.

And the things he could do in bed... well, Scott was pretty grateful for that, too.

So Scott wondered sometimes if this was really going to last, if maybe this was a risky, terrible idea.

But if there's anything his lovers had finally convinced him of, it's that sometimes it's okay to rush in on impulse. If you know that you've got a couple of people who definitely have your back.