Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Angel, Angelus/Lindsey, power

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Leverage; Sophie/Parker; falling

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Bones, Hodgins/Zack, King Of The Lab

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It's cozy in the Impala. The heat on low while they sit in an abandoned parking lot, the back seat laid flat so they can both fit, naked and rocking together, slow and easy. Like there isn't a demon war raging on outside. Like the apocalypse isn't coming. Sam breathes Dean's name like he's praying, for the first time in nearly a year. Dean lets out a low rumble of a moan in answer, hand sliding down to wrap around Sam's cock. He calls him a big boy, baby brother, and Sam laughs and calls him disgusting, even as he moans and thrusts into Dean's hand.

When they come, everything else goes away. It's only them in their car, their home.

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Bones/Leverage; Eliot/Booth; guns

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Woohoo, comment porn!

RPS, Chris/Steve, snuggling

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bellasianna.livejournal.com

Gorgeous!

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bellasianna.livejournal.com

Supernatural, John/Ellen, guilt

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Thanks. :D

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RPS, Chris/Jeff, teeth

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Chris looked up at the sound of the door opening, soft smile on his face as he met Steve's eyes. He held his hand out and Steve quickly crossed the room to join him on the couch, wrapping the duvet around them both. He shivered, haddn't realised he was cold until the warmth of Steve's body was pressed against him.

Steve leaned in close, his head against Christian's chest and he lifted Christian's arm up then curled under it. He smiled when Christian took the hint, fingers running through his hair. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked softly, his eyes on the television, not Christian.

"Why aren't you in bed," Christian asked. ignoring Steve's question.

Stretching out along th length of the couch, Steve wriggled as he got comfy, his eyes sliding closed. "Woke up. You weren't there. Bed was empty and cold."

"Sorry." Christian dropped a kiss to the top of Steve's head, his arm tightening around him. His lips curved up into a smile as he felt Steve relaxing against him, breathing evening out as he slid into sleep once more.

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oh, oh now that's just beautiful ♥

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Thank you :D

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Buffy, Willow/Buffy, bloodlust

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RPS, Christian/Jensen, slow

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Supernatural, Dean/Ellen, wait

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lotrips, Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean, breakfast

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lotrips, Viggo/Sean, pictures

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leverage, Nate/Sophie/Eliot, tangled

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Awwwwwwwwwww! ♥

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Jeff's bitey. Chris doesn't know if it's the possessive thing or if he just likes seeing his marks on Chris's skin, but every fuckin' time their together, he's got his teeth digging into Chris's neck or belly or thighs, sometimes his ass, whatever. Chris ends up with bite marks and hickeys all over. The make up chicks on the Leverage set tell him he's gotta make his girl back off because he doesn't have time to sit in the chair and get each bite covered up. Chris just shrugs and grins wickedly.

He's not grinning when Jeff visits the set, though. Comes right up behind Chris's chair while he's watching Beth and Hodge banter, Tim watching a couple feet away, and buries his face in Chris's neck and nips gently.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jeff says, all low and smooth. Chris shivers, then turns and glares at him.

"Jeff," he says warningly. Jeff smirks at him, squeezes his shoulder, and straightens. The scene has stopped and everyone's staring.

Jeff waves. "Hey, everyone. I'm just gonna borrow my boy here for a bit, yeah?"

They nod and Jeff drags Chris off to his trailer. Chris struggles the whole way, snarling and spitting, before Jeff throws him down on the bed and is ripping his shirt apart, teeth dragging lines down his chest.

"Fuck, boy, saw you fightin' earlier. You were so damn fine, kickin' ass like that." Jeff bites low on his belly and holds there, smirking up at him.

Chris can't help but relax. "Fucker. Suck my dick while you're down there. I have another scene to do in an hour."

Jeff grins. "Hm, I dunno." He starts undoing Chris's jeans, nuzzling at where his stick is trying to bust through denim. "You think you deserve to have your dick sucked, boy?"

The growl Chris lets out conveys just how much he doesn't want to be fucked with. Jeff doesn't listen. Bitey, toppy fucking bastard. Chris is going to kick his ass later.

Instead, Jeff flips Chris over, yanks he jeans down, and starts licking and dragging teeth over Chris's hole, shoving his tongue in, then fingers, then his dick, all hard and thick and shit, Chris is going to be limping all over set for the rest of the day.

Jeff's teeth attack his shoulders, biting and sucking marks into them while he fucks Chris. Chris really doesn't try to hold back on his moans. He never does. There's no point, 'cause Jeff will just do something to force them out anyways.

He comes with a shout. Jeff pulls out and comes over his ass, then licks him clean, adding in more teeth. Chris is sore and sweaty. He feels fucking awesome.

Later, when he finally comes out, dressed and ready to head back to make up, Hodge is standing there, eyebrow raised.

"You got a thing," he says, gesturing at Chris's neck. Chris presses a finger down, feels the throb of a bruise. He winks at Hodge and moves on.

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author's choice, author's choice, a slow, lazy, cozy morning

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