Monday - Temptation Day

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Greetings folks!

I'm running in to pinch hit while we work out a transatlantic glitch.

Today I'd like to play with Temptation as our theme...

Seduction, the fall from grace, the slippery slope into damnation, the road to hell paved with good intentions...as innocent as enticing someone to skip school or go along with a prank...as dark and twisted as seducing an angel to fall...and everything in between...


Make the code monkeys happy and formulate your prompts properly:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, "Want, Take, Have"
Supernatural/Leverage, Eliot/Castiel, not everything is so black and white
RPS, Jared/JDM, subtle isn't really his strong suit

As always, follow the rules: No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row...come back and prompt more once some of yours are answered.

Go out and rock this monday!

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, "Want, Take, Have"

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Supernatural/Leverage, Eliot/Castiel, not everything is so black and white

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/JDM, subtle isn't really his strong suit

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, prank war

Going to Far [Xmen, Pyro/Iceman]

[chibifukurou]

The mansion has never been as messy or multi-coloral as it now is and considering the fact that they have had a large number of out of control mutants pass through that's saying a lot.

Xavier has finally had enough. While he understands the childrens' need to blow off steam their latest prank of drawing smiley faces on his head in permanent marker was going to far. Still when faced with John and Bobby's repentant faces he can't bring himself to be to harsh.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Puck, "I shouldn't but I want you."

Glee, Kurt/Puck, "I shouldn't but I want you."

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

It made no sense, in any shape or form, like some kind of fucked up, reverse Stockholm syndrome or something. It made absolutely no fucking sense, and the frustrating thing was, no matter how many times Puck told himself it didn't make sense, it didn't change anything.

And that's how they got here, the last two left in the locker room after the game, Kurt still dressed from the waist down, digging around in his messenger bag for his skin cleanser, Puck just standing there, arms crossed, towel wrapped securely around his waist, watching him.

"Do you mind, Puckerman?" Kurt asks dryly, flipping his compact open.

"Not so much," Puck smirks. He still doesn't understand why Hummel has to act like such a fucking princess all the time, but whatever.

"Hurry it up, would you?" Kurt rolls his eyes, tries to act blase about the whole things. Puck almost feels bad for all the stupid shit he's done to him over the years. "I'd like to shower some time this week."

"So shower," Puck shrugs; he catches Kurt glancing at the slope of his hipbone, still slick with moisture as his towel slips a little.

"I'd prefer to receive my traditional garbage dunking before I shower, actually. I know personal hygiene is as foreign a concept to you as your haircut is to me, so let's just get on with it, shall we?" The corner of Puck's eyes crinkle slightly in an almost-smile.

"I'm not gonna dunk you, Hummel."

Kurt narrows his eyes. "Poker is not your game, Puckerman. Don't you have some place to be? I heard your homies talking about a celebratory party after the game at Finn's house. If you're planning on being fashionably late, you're pushing it."

"Jesus, would you cut the shit already?" Puck says,starting to lose his patience, approaching Kurt slowly, like a hunter stalking its prey. He's always enjoyed that look in Kurt's eyes, darting around, scouting out escape routes. He's only recently noticed how blue they are. "Contrary to your belief, I'm not as stupid as I look." Kurt swallows. The tip of his nose is still red from the coldness outside. "You like to pretend that Finn's your dream boy, playing the little gay emo boy in love with the straight guy, but see, I have a theory."

Kurt clears his throat lightly and takes a subtle step backward. Puck's towel slips again, this time on the other side. Kurt bites his bottom lip.

"What's your theory?" Kurt asks him, his words missing the usual bite.

"I think you're crushing on Finn 'cause its safer. You know he'll never be into you, so you don't have to worry about anything." Puck takes another step.

"This is ludicrous," Kurt rolls his eyes dramatically and sighs, turning away from him, frantically searching for his shirt. "I am not discussing this with you."

"Turn around, Hummel." Puck breathes on the back of his neck and as soon as Kurt nervously pivots on his heels, Puck presses him against the lockers and kisses him. His lips are sticky sweet, familiar. Possibly chapstick, but probably lip gloss.

"Oh my God, Puckerman," Kurt gasps and pushes him off with a hand on his chest. His nails are glossy and manicured - its weird that Puck's first reaction isn't to make fun of him for that. "What are you doing?" He looks so confused, like he still thinks Puck is just doing this to fuck with him, but he's still breathing erratically and he licks his lips, like he wants more.

"Come on, say it, Hummel. Say you don't want me and I'll never touch you again." It's weird, but part of him wants Kurt to reject him; maybe it'll kill this stupid infatuation in its tracks and he can move on. But even Puck knows that's stupid. Instead of telling him what he wants to hear, or telling him his credit score isn't good enough, or asking about his Five Year Plan, Kurt wraps his hand around the back of Puck's neck and brings his mouth down to his, this time parting his lips and letting Puck slip his tongue inside.

"I shouldn't," Kurt murmurs as he pulls Puck against him, his pale, flat chest pressed smoothly against Puck's hard, slick skin. "But I do. I want you a lot, actually."

There's a first, Puck thinks, and kisses him again.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, falling for the dark side

Dark Side [Xmen, Pyro/Iceman]

[chibifukurou]

Bobby has always considered himself an upstanding member of the X-men, so when he finds himself attracted to Pyro he doesn't know what to think.

The X-men are after all their Universes version of the Jedi and it just wouldn't due for him to fall into the trap of the dark side, even if the trap is dressed in the most attractive of forms.

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Anna/Castiel, you were supposed to have fallen with me

no such thing as paradise without you - Anna/Castiel, PG, spoilers for season 5

[tigriswolf]

"How's it feel?" she asks, landing next to him on a burning cloud.

He thinks a moment, cataloguing all the emotions swirling him. "Terrifying," is what he finally settles on.

She smiles. "Yes."

o0o

When Zachariah finally collapses at Michael's feet, Castiel turns to Anna and asks a question that has been bothering him for months.

"Why did you save me?" As she meets his gaze, he says, "I handed you to Zachariah's forces. You had to know I would. So why..."

She interrupts. "You are my weakness, Castiel. I didn't Fall from envy of humans. I didn't Fall because of pride or doubt." Her palm is calloused against his cheek, and the MorningStar steps next to his brother.

"I Fell," Anna tells him, "because I fell for you." As she leans in, she whispers, "You weren't ready, but you were supposed to Fall with me."

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SG-1, Daniel/Vala, playing hooky

[campylobacter.livejournal.com]

A Taste of Afternoon Sun
PG-13
Daniel/Vala
PREMISE: Vala depletes her provisions during SG-1's first day on Dakara.


Vala flopped down on the sandstone block and rummaged through her pack for the MRE she'd already eaten but hoped had re-materialized. After finding nothing but empty wrappers, she looked over at Daniel, who'd taken a piece of fruit from his own pack. The fruit was almost perfectly round, with an orangey-rose color and a matte texture.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Mine," he grumbled, somewhat possessively. "Got it from the organic farmer's market this morning on my way to work."

"Is it any good?" She sidled over to where he was leaning against a blast-damaged pillar.

"I'm not sure." He held the fruit against his nose and inhaled deeply. "Smells ripe and sweet, but sometimes they can be hard, bland, mealy, or too tart."

Vala watched in fascination as he bit into the soft fruit, his teeth easily sinking into its fragile, fuzzy skin and creamy yellow flesh.

"Mmm, it's good," he moaned, chewing and talking around a mouthful of obvious pleasure.

Vala fixed her most convincing kitten-eyed expression on him, but he bent his head back and kept munching. A few drops of juice sluiced from the fruit to his wrist, and after swallowing, he licked the rivulet. Vala couldn't help but stare at the way the tip of his tongue smoothly slid from above the cuff of his jacket to the cup of his palm, his lower lip dragging behind to catch anything his tongue missed. Then he took another bite, careful to form a seal with his lips around the first bite, to keep the juices from escaping. As he drew his mouth away, she saw his tongue flick out to lick the gap he'd just bitten off. The way Daniel's long, slender fingers wrapped around the fuzzy skin and cradled the tender fruit made Vala's hunger shift from gastronomic to something... not gastronomic. She stared at its wetly gleaming, bright golden flesh and imagined its taste, and then at the way Daniel chewed, his closed lips shining with the liquid he hadn't licked off.

"If you'd tell me what kind of fruit that is," she said, nonchalantly fiddling with her tac vest, "then perhaps I can pick one up from the commissary when we get back home..."

"They buy only canned peaches," Daniel replied.

"Peaches. It's a peach, then." Vala frowned as she recalled the cloying, syrupy slices she'd dismissed as inferior to the fresh bananas, oranges, and apples the commissary stocked. "I suppose it can't be much different from canned."

"Nothing compares to a fresh, ripe peach," he countered, and took another bite. "Here." He held out the partially-eaten peach to her.

Before he could react, Vala feinted a bite at it, then dove toward his mouth and licked the juice from his lips.

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam, too young, too close, and too blood-related, but Dean just can't stop...

[ltec.livejournal.com]

'Dean, what are we doing?', Sam asks as he sits up in bed.

'I'm just going to kiss you goodnight, Sammy. Lie back', Dean answers and his little brother giggles, hands grabbing at Dean's arms as he leans down.

He knows dad won't be back for another few hours so he won't get caught. He kisses Sam lightly at first, just a gentle press of lips against lips and then he leans back and Sam smiles up at him.

When he leans down again he pushes his tongue against Sam's lips and his little brother squirms.

'Dean', Sam giggles.

'I'm just showing you a special way to kiss', Dean whispers, 'our secret kiss', and Sam looks up at him eyes huge when he nods.

Dean leans back down and Sam opens his mouth, Dean's tongue slides inside and Sam moans when he starts to massage their tongues together. He tries not to grind against the bed frame in case Sam notices.

When he pulls back this time, Sam's lips are swollen and his cheeks are flushed.

'Night, Dean', Sam whispers.

'Night, Sammy', Dean replies before turning out the lights and closing the door over. He palms his erection as he moves to the bathroom, tries not to make any noise when he jacks himself off. Tries not to think about how young Sam is and how wrong it is to want to do those sort of things to your eight year old brother.

He promises never to do it again but he knows he will.

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Eliot, she pushes until his annoyance and frustration with her turns sexual

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, it shouldn't be so easy...

Obscenity, Jason/Tim, PG

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't be so easy for him to fall for Tim. It shouldn't be so easy for Tim to come to him.

There was something horrible about all of this. It only felt right all of the time, even when it felt wrong. Dirty.

Obscene.

But he had Tim. Tim had him and that was all there was.

Pitiful. Perfect.

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean (weechesters or teenchesters), Dean is always trying to tempt Sam into doing something even a little bit bad, but now it's Sammy's turn to tempt Dean.

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

Gilmore Girls, Jess/Dean, so taken

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Wyatt/Chris, the road to evil

stained - gennish, PG, unchanged future

[tigriswolf]

Whenever Chris looks at his hands, he still sees Mom's blood. He can't go to the Manor anymore. Magic School is a crater. Witches are in hiding, demons strutting in daylight, and Wyatt sits on his throne.

No one else, Wyatt had said, will feel our pain.

He's wrong, though. Chris has tried telling him, but Wyatt won't listen.

Everyone is feeling their pain.

And Chris really really wishes he could care. Mom would, he knows. And the aunts. And Paul, Patty, Penelope, Petey, and Mel. They would hate what Wyatt has done in their names.

But they're not here anymore, so they don't get a say.

He and Wyatt are all that's left. And even if Wyatt has taken everything they were ever taught and twisted it, Chris will stand beside his brother.

What's a little more blood on his hands, anyway?

[lilyleia78]

SGA, John/Rodney, Don't ask, Don't tell, Don't fall in love

SGA, John/Rodney, Don't ask, Don't tell, Don't fall in love

[penguingal.livejournal.com]

Don't ask, don't tell. That's the rule, and it's one that John Sheppard has taken to heart. He never talks about it with anyone; he's bad at talking about his feelings anyway. But the more time he spends around Rodney McKay, the worse it gets.

They've had their fun--and Rodney is surprisingly creative in bed--but that's where it's supposed to end. They're no different with each other out in the field, snarking at one another without reservation. They don't even talk about the whens and wheres; they tend to just show up at one or the other's quarters and fall into the usual activities.

Rodney likes playing with John's hair. John likes massaging Rondey's shoulders. They both like sucking cock. That's all it is.

Except John has started to notice the way a blue shirt will pick up Rodney's eyes or the way a dazzling smile at a really cool piece of Ancient technology will make Rodney look younger. He tries to find ways to make more of those smiles appear because when he does Rodney looks at him in a way that makes his stomach flip. These are things he knows he's not supposed to do, and he tries to stop himself, he really does. But Rodney's pull is unexpected and far stronger than he's capable of resisting.

He thinks the military needs a new rule: don't ask, don't tell... don't fall in love.

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Heroes, Sylar/Claire, Just this once

Heroes, Sylar/Claire, Just this once

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Through the noise of the club, Claire heard his voice murmur her name, and shut her eyes, trying to will him away, and her hands clenched into fists almost by reflex. She felt him touch her shoulder lightly.

“Oh, Claire… still so frightened, so… angry…” she could practically hear the slight, mocking smile in his voice. “You need to learn how to relax,” he added.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she retorted through gritted teeth.

“Oh? Then… why aren’t you looking at me?”

She spun around, eyes open, glaring at him. “Yeah, still not afraid of you.”

He grinned. “I know you’re not afraid of me,” he said as he moved closer. “You’re afraid of what you feel when you look at me.”

“I am not!”

“Uh-uh. I know when you’re lying, remember?”

Claire’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment. “I don’t… all I want, is to kill you. That’s it.”

“I know,” he looked at her curiously, “but you’ve thought about it, haven’t you? When you’re alone… thinking about touching me…” he reached out, touching her cheek lightly. She shuddered a little at his touch.

“…No.”

“Really? All this time we’ve been chasing each other around the planet, you’ve never wondered what it would be like, not even once? I’m disappointed, Claire.”

“I…” She wanted to say ‘No’, wanted to push him away. But somehow, he was right. There had been moments when she’d found herself wondering what it would be like to be with him. She’d never really admitted it, even to herself, but it was true. She swallowed, and said softly, “You’re right.”

He laughed. “I knew you couldn’t hold out much longer. We could be good together, Claire. We could do anything, have anything that we want. We wouldn’t have to hide. Doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

It didn’t. It sounded good. But she knew what he’d done, all those people he’d killed. She didn’t know if she’d be able to get past that.

“…no. No, it doesn’t sound so bad.”
“So what’s stopping you?”

“You kill people.”

“Not everyone. Not you. Never you.”

“I… I shouldn’t.”

“Why? Because Daddy wouldn’t like it? You still tell him everything?”

“Shut up.”

“Looks like I touched a nerve.”

“You don’t know my family.”

“No, but then I don’t really want to. I know you, though. I’m serious. What’s stopping you?”

She hesitated. His past aside, what was there? She was sure there was a reason, but she couldn’t think of what it was right now. He stroked her face gently, letting his fingers trail down her body. “Can’t think of anything, can you?”

She wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Instead she just shook her head. And then, looking up at him, feeling his touch on her skin, she thought Just this once, took a breath, and said, “Kiss me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured as he pulled her closer and kissed her.

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Evil!Wyatt/Chris, corruptible

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter/Author's Choice, good intentions don't live here anymore

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Merlin, Merlin/Author's choice, the temptation to change destiny for his own gain

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Luke, "I wasn't doing anything."

[penguingal.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, the way he looks at him sends shivers up his spine

Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, the way he looks at him sends shivers up his spine

[devon99.livejournal.com]

Nothing’s changed, even after all these years. It still sends shivers up my spine when I catch him looking at me.

There’s that moment when he realizes he’s been caught and his head tilts, a soft blush colours his cheeks and he draws his lip between his teeth. He never looks away. He holds my gaze and right there, in that one moment, everything he’s feeling is written all over his face.

Everything.

I don’t know what it is, this thing between us. I don’t even think he does. All I know is that the longing deep inside of me is for him, always has been, and I hate myself for it.

Hate myself.

Every cell in my body wants to reach for him, to deepen the blush on his cheeks, to tug his lip between my teeth, but in my head I can still see the little boy in Spiderman PJ’s standing at the side of my bed, tugging on my arm ‘cause the wind is rattling his window, so I don’t.

I just smile back and hope that my face is a mirror of his, hope that he can see in me as much as I can in him and hope that for both of us, that can be enough.

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[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, taking advantage

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

Arthur is a Prince. He's going to be King one day and that means that Arthur holds a lot of power. If you want to get technical, it means that whatever Arthur says goes. If he gives an order, it's obeyed.

At least in case of everybody but Merlin. When it comes to his terrible, useless, annoying manservant, when Arthur gives an order, there's some chance it's going to be obeyed. And even if, nothing guarantees that people, animals or Arthur himself won't be injured in the process.

And all that makes Arthur feel like an idiot, because despite too big ears, annoying lack of obedience, comments that should earn the servant a week worth ofpunishment , Arthur still has to stop himself from giving Merlin this one order he hoped would be obeyed with joy, unlike all the other orders.

Close the doors. Come here. Close your eyes. Let me...

But it's Merlin. If Arthur's lucky, he would blink several times, adopt this expression that tells everybody the boy's an idiot. And then, possibly, he would laugh thinking Arthur is joking.
And if he obeyed, if he flushed, breath quickening, no words coming through the half-open lips...

If he obeyed, Arthur wouldn't be able to go through with it. Nagging voice at the back of his head telling him over and over again that this is wrong. That what he's doing is wrong. That Merlin is just an idiot of a manservant and Arthur is a Prince. That whatever Arthur says goes and Merlin has no other choice but to obey. That what's happening between them is not real devotion. That it's just taking advantage of his status and of Merlin's lack of brains and ability to look out for himself.

And it's Arthur's duty to look out for those unable to do so themselves. To help his people, without thinking about his own life and feelings.

And every time Arthur's tempted, with Merlin on his knees cleaning the floor, or looking up at him with that soft smile of his... Every time Arthur feels his mouth opening, ready to order Merlin to close the door and let him...

"Polish my armor"
"For God's sake, Merlin, how long will this take"
"You're useless, it's a wonder I keep you around"

Every time, he manages to stop himself.

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Selphie, licking

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Fruits Basket, Haru/Momiji, "It's your own fault for being so damn cute."

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy/Tim wanting his best friends' little brother.