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As if I don't have enough writing to do, LOL.

Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] takhallus & [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter.

For those unfamiliar, first you pick a letter. Then you pick a fandom (or a crossover) and a character or pairing. For example, H is for Hug, Michael/Pam (The Office). In turn you'll receive a drabble/ficlet of some kind.

Fandoms: Supernatural. Heroes. Torchwood. Doctor Who. Buffy. Lost.

Also, if I RP with you, feel free to throw down one of our pairs.

First come, first serve.
Will double on letters after I get through the alphabet the first time.

A is for: Alchemy; young!Bob & young!Angela, Heroes, NC-17, [livejournal.com profile] speccygeekgrrl
B is for: Both; Peter/Luke (mine), Heroes, NC-17, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
C is for: Cookie Dough; Calvin/Nick (OCs), PG, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
D is for: Dick; Peter/Sylar, Heroes, PG, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter, Domination; Nathan/Adam, R, [livejournal.com profile] dragon_lord
E is for: Earrings; Zubin/Joe (OCs), PG, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter, Erection; K-stin/Roffe, R, [livejournal.com profile] dragon_lord
F is for: Fuck; DL/Zane (PSL), Heroes, R, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter, Fisting; Sam/Dean, R, [livejournal.com profile] dragon_lord
G is for: Good; Nathan/Adam (PSL), Heroes, PG, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
H is for: Helpless; Ianto/Jack, Torchwood, PG(-ish?), [livejournal.com profile] thescarletwoman
I is for:
J is for:
K is for:
L is for: Left; Ten/Jack, Doctor Who/Torchwood, PG, [livejournal.com profile] thescarletwoman
M is for: Marks; Zach/Zane, Heroes, PG, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
N is for: Noogie; Sam/Dean; Supernatural, PG, [livejournal.com profile] speccygeekgrrl
O is for: Oncoming-Storm; Rose/Ten, Doctor Who, PG, [livejournal.com profile] thescarletwoman
P is for: Public; young!Charles/young!Daniel, Heroes, NC-17(?), [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
Q is for: Quiet; Aurelius/Cody, OCs, PG, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
R is for: Redemption; Sylar/Sam, Heroes/Supernatural, R, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
S is for: Switch; Logan/Rider, OCs, R, [livejournal.com profile] pupnamedpeter
T is for:
U is for:
V is for:
W is for: Worship; Nathan/Peter, R, [livejournal.com profile] dragon_lord
X is for: X-axis; Mohinder/Toshiko, Hearoes/Torchwood, PG, [livejournal.com profile] speccygeekgrrl
Y is for: Yes; Jude/Vasili (OCs), Harry Potter, PG [livejournal.com profile] dragon_lord
Z is for: Zoning out; Hiro/Ando, Heroes, R, [livejournal.com profile] speccygeekgrrl

Date: 2009-04-22 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pupnamedpeter.livejournal.com
R is for Redemption, Sylar/Sam.

Date: 2009-04-23 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Sam's lips quivered and that tiny bit of effect only added to Sylar's pleasure. He let out a soft moan simply to give the other man something to go on -- or at least that was what he told himself. The truth was that the impossibly tall hunter knew exactly what he was doing.

Sylar knew that Sam was a natural-born cock sucker.

It wasn't much longer before Sylar could feel his balls tightening up and he twitched two of his fingers to throw Sam back away from his cock. Gripping himself with his other hand, he stroked himself off a couple of times until he was panting and moaning sharply when he started coming all over Sam's handsome face.

When he was done, Sylar wiped the tip of his dick across Sam's lips with a smirk. He took a step back and tucked himself inside his pants once more.

"Well?" Sam asked as he reached for the bedspread and wiped the come from his face.

"Well, what?"

Sam's features went blank as he stood and looked down at Sylar. "Don't 'well, what?' me. You said --"

Sylar pressed his first two fingers against his thumb quickly and tilted his head to look up at Sam. "You didn't honestly believe that redemption line, did you?"

He shook his head, tsk-ing as he headed for the door. "Silly boy. There's no such thing as redemption."

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Date: 2009-04-22 11:40 pm (UTC)
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S is for Switch, our Logan/Rider.
M is for Marks, our Zane/Zach.
Q is for Quiet, our Cody/Aurelius.

Logan/Rider

Date: 2009-04-23 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
"You're kidding me, right?" Rider bit down on his lower lip as he blinked across at his fiance.

Logan didn't verbally respond; his eyebrows arched and he pointed towards the door. He was being serious; he wouldn't have pulled the car over if he was just joking around.

Rider lowered his head a bit as he pushed the door open and went to the closest tree, getting a switch that he knew Logan would like. He went back to the car, and Logan was standing at the back of the car, his hand on his hip.

With no warning, Rider moved quickly to tug Logan's pants open and before Logan knew it, he was pressed down to the trunk of the car. Rider quickly started spanking his older lover with the switch. He knew that it was actually meant for him, but from the slight cries and the way Logan's ass arched into the air, he knew his fiance was loving it.

"Thought we could switch things around this time," Rider murmured softly into Logan's ear.

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Zach/Zane

Date: 2009-04-23 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
"If you don't stop squirming, I'm never going to finish this," Zane warned his older brother (by two minutes) in a playful tone. "Are you sure this is his favorite song? You're gonna look like an ass if it isn't."

Zach let out a soft laugh. "I can't help it, the brush tickles," he pointed out with a smirk. "And I'm sure it's his favorite song, trust me."

Zane shook his head, but he continued writing out the lyrics they had printed out from the internet. "I don't think I've ever heard Bon Jovi," he admitted quietly.

The edible paint smelled like fresh strawberries, and Zane was fighting off the giggles as he finished painting the last line across his twin's lower back. He bit his lower lip, but he was giggling any way. "Zach, you look silly."

Zach stood and looked at his back in the mirror with a grin. The lyrics that he told Zane to write out where done perfectly down his back.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride/I'm wanted dead or alive/I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side/I'm wanted dead or alive/Wanted dead or alive

Tucking the cowboy hat on his head, he smirked and motioned for Zane to hit the road. "He's going to love it. Thanks, little brother."

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Date: 2009-04-23 05:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Aurelius twitched slightly in his sleep, but considering the night terror he was going through it was to be expected. He was already covered in sweat and his pulse was kicking; he whimpered in his sleep and curled himself into a ball beside Cody.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed Cody's arm, grasping it tightly as he started crying in his sleep. It wasn't until Aurelius' death grip that Cody actually woke up and groggily turned.

He bolted up into a sitting position and instantly reached over to gently wake Aurelius up. "Aurelius, wake up, you're having a nightmare," he nudged the older man until his eyes opened and gave him a sympathetic look.

Once he realized where he was, Aurelius scrambled over and pressed his face to Cody's chest. He couldn't stop sobbing, even when his boyfriend ran a soothing hand up and down his back.

"Shh, it's okay Aurelius. Quiet down now, I'm here. I've got you," he spoke in reassuring tones and leaned down to kiss the top of Aurelius' head.

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Date: 2009-04-23 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com
Z is for Zoning out, Hiro/Ando

With a Little Help from pupnamedpeter

Date: 2009-04-23 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Hiro leaned back in the chair with a soft sigh escaping his lips. His glasses were already sitting on the table to his right and his eyes slid shut as he felt Ando's nose nuzzling in his pubic hair.

His mind wasn't entirely there, though.

The last time he had seen Matt Parkman the former cop looked absolutely delighted. The smile that came to Matt's face when he realized that Little Matt Parkman was his son was simply breath-taking.

All he could think about was having Matt Parkman on his knees, sucking him off. His mouth curled into a bit of a smile and he tilted his head back, simply enjoying the fantasy.

Date: 2009-04-23 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
I should also note that this is my first time writing for Hiro/Ando. Hee.

Date: 2009-04-23 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thescarletwoman.livejournal.com
O is for Oncoming-Storm -- Rose/Ten
H is for Helpless -- Janto
L is for Left -- Ten/Jack

Date: 2009-04-23 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
"Rose. Rose. Rose. Rose. Rose!"

Ten was almost ready to start panicking... And when Ten panicked, there was definitely something wrong.

"Stop storming off! You can't storm off if I'm following you, you know?"

For a second it looked like Willow was about to say something, but Ten threw a warning finger (the good one, of course) at her. "Don't even say it!" His attention went back to his woman (who Ten was certain somehow got possessed when she got pregnant). "Rose!"

Darting forward, Ten was too late. She slammed the door of the TARDIS and he almost walked right into it. He tried the door and then immediately searched for his key -- which he left inside the TARDIS.

Letting out a huff, Ten pressed his forehead to the door and closed his eyes. This was just the very start of the oncoming storm, and Ten knew that.

"Rose, please. Let me in. Let's talk about this." He wasn't flirting with Martha. They were just having a conversation, and Martha touched his arm while she laughed. That was when Rose walked in and before Ten knew what hit him, Rose was yelling and storming off.

The remaining months until the baby was born would be horrible.

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Date: 2009-04-23 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Ianto sat at the end of the bed, his shoulders slumped as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He felt like someone had taken a bat and beat him in the stomach and chest. His ears were ringing, his head spinning.

The silence that had settled over their bedroom was nearly deafening, and it spoke volumes.

He could feel Jack shifting on the bed, perhaps to turn towards him, but Ianto couldn't force himself to look at his lover. He actually felt sick to his stomach.

"Ianto," Jack spoke his name reverently. "Say something," he said. "Please say something?" Jack was starting to think that it might have been a bad idea to just blurt out what had happened right as soon as Ianto woke up.

Silence answered Jack's request, as Ianto felt rather disinclined to acquiesce to his lover's request. It was hard enough to keep from exploding without actually having to open his mouth to reassure Jack that he 'understood'.

He didn't fucking understand.

Jack, ever the brave one, shifted on the bed again and reached out to touch Ianto's bare back, but that was it.

Ianto pushed to his feet and spun around, face reddening with anger. "How could you, Jack?! Out of all the people on this island, out of all of the people that you could be with -- why -- I don't --" His accent got heavier when his anger rose, or perhaps it just sounded that way because he was actually shouting.

"I swear, Ianto, this time I didn't --"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Ianto warned as he yanked his boxer-briefs on. "You don't accidentally fuck someone, Jack. You don't just 'accidentally' strip down and your dick doesn't just 'accidentally' fall into someone. I mean, really, did you think that line of thought would actually work with me? What did you say to her? 'Oops, sorry Madea, my dick just happened to fall into you', and 'whoops! there it goes again'?"

Ianto was livid, and over something that (had it been anyone else on the island with the exception of one particular woman) should have been nothing. It shouldn't have even made him bat his eyelash. But it did -- because Madea was supposed to be the one person on the entire island that Ianto knew had no intentions of sleeping with Jack.

"I'm completely helpless here, Jack. I don't -- I don't even know what to do with you right now." He grabbed his robe and yanked it on, making a quick exit from their bedroom. He knew that the space wouldn't last; Jack would be on his heels in moments, trying to explain or to distract him as he had a way of doing. Ianto just needed a few moments to try to calm down before he said anything rash that he would regret saying later.

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Date: 2009-04-23 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Ten was utterly uncomfortable, and it showed on his features. He shifted his weight back and forth on his Converse shoes and tried to avoid Jack's eye.

"Don't do that," Jack spoke in a low tone, and Ten's eyes lifted again.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he tried to offer, but Jack wasn't buying what Ten was trying to sell him.

Jack's lips pursed and he folded his arms across his chest as he looked away sharply. "You left me, Doctor," Jack pointed out in case Ten hadn't realized that he was one passenger short after the whole ordeal. He moved over and gripped Ten's upper arm, but it wasn't a move that was meant to hurt. "You left me," he repeated in a softer tone, searching Ten's features closely.

It felt like Jack ripped out one of his hearts and stabbed the other. Ten's breath actually rattled in his chest a bit. "I... I didn't --"

"Don't say that you didn't meant to, Doctor. That ... That entire year, you weren't the only one suffering. I was there and Martha, too." Jack hated to admit it, but there was a soft sheen of tears filling his eyes. He wouldn't let them spill, though. No way would he let them spill.

Ten wanted to force a smile, but he knew that would be uncalled for. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him close for a tight hug. "I'm sorry," he murmured into the immortal's ear. "You wanted to go back, I took you back. I took you back to Torchwood and your team. I... I thought that was what you wanted."

Jack forced his eyes to close tightly and he sighed, hugging Ten back closely. "I just... Thought you would have had an occasion to come back to see me is all." He had hoped that the desire to see him would have been enough to draw Ten back to him.

Captain Jack Harkness didn't like being wrong.

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Date: 2009-04-23 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com
A is for Alchemy, young!Bob/young!Angela

N is for Noogie, Dean/Sam

X is for X-axis, Mohinder/Toshiko

Alchemy

Date: 2009-04-23 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
"You can't just walk into my bedroom like this, Bob!" Angela almost shrieked, except for the fact that Charles and Daniel were just down the hall in their respective bedrooms. She was scrambling to cover up, her face had already turned bright red.

Bob stood with his mouth agape and eyes unblinking behind his glasses. He had a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in the other, but for all intents and purposes he pretty much forgot to breathe. All he could see was flesh, flesh and more flesh, and even when Angela managed to get her robe on, Bob's mind could still picture her sprawled out on top of her comforter, the toy sliding between her legs as she moaned.

She was the first girl he had ever seen naked, and he refused to blink in case it was all a dream.

"Get out! You can't -- You have to knock, Bob!" She spoke through clenched teeth and tugged her robe tighter. She moved towards him with every intention of shoving him out of her bedroom.

Bob scrambled out of the way at the last moment, setting the dishes down on her desk. "An-Angela, I-I, I'm sorry!" He stammered nervously and held his hands up in surrender, dancing around her with his back to her bed. "I --" He wanted to assure her that he didn't see anything, but he also didn't want to lie to her. "You're beautiful, Angela," he blurted out, and she bashfully looked away.

"I want to show you my power, Angela," he murmured softly as he backed up along the edge of her bed. He bit down nervously on his lower lip before he reached under her pillow and pulled out the dildo she had been using to pleasure herself with. He watched her as her face turned cherry red and he gave her a small smile. The dildo turned to solid gold and Angela's eyes went wide before she quickly looked at Bob.

He gave her a soft smile and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It had only taken him three months, but he finally impressed Angela Shaw.

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Noogie

Date: 2009-04-24 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
"Dude, don't make me chase you. It'll only turn out bad for you!" Dean shouted as Sam high-tailed it around the front of the Impala. He growled and knew that there was no way that he would actually catch his brother with his hellaciously long legs.

Sammy let out a laugh and paused near the trunk, his hands held up as he took a couple of steps backwards. "Dean, c'mon man. It was an accident, I swear." He made an 'x' over his heart and threw his fingers up into the Scouts salute. "I promise, just -- Just don't --"

Dean took off running as fast as he could and Sammy darted away laughing. He was apologetic, but completely unsympathetic all at once. Glancing back over his shoulder, Sammy kept his eyes on Dean for a smidgen too long. When he turned back around, he almost ran right into a tree. Barely dodging, he scrambled and Dean saw the perfect moment.

He tackled Sammy to the ground and both Winchester brothers grunted and groaned as they hit the ground. Dean gripped Sammy in a headlock and started rubbing his knuckles back and forth roughly and causing Sammy to squirm and cry out.

"This is what you get for taking the last piece of pie, man!"

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X-axis

Date: 2009-04-24 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
He wasn't supposed to be in Cardiff, but then again Toshiko knew that the Rift had a funny way of working. Things that weren't supposed to exist did, and they were often sometimes dumped right in their laps. Sometimes figuratively, sometimes not so much.

When Mohinder first arrived, she thought that he would pal up with Owen since they were both doctors. The thought of having (yet another) man in her life that would be hands-off unsettled her at first, but Tosh being Tosh smiled away and kept things polite.

So colour her surprised when Mohinder actually went to her, rather than Owen, for help on figuring out how he had ended up in Cardiff.

She had suggested using the meeting room at the Hub to work, but Mohinder had asked if they could work some place a little more quiet (and by 'quiet' he of course meant 'private'). Without putting much thought into it, Tosh invited him back to her flat. They ordered a pizza and picked it up along the way, chit-chatting about his world and her own.

Even though she was fascinated by this man he had called Sylar (just the way he said the man's name made her want to nudge him for more information), but she finally stopped asking questions once they got back to her flat. Instead, she focused the conversation on the Rift, and how it worked -- or at least how they thought it worked.

Three hours and two bottles of wine later and Tosh had pretty much forgotten about the fact that Mohinder had to get home. Deep in her subconscious she knew that this would happen -- that she would get to talking to him and she wouldn't be able to help flirting with him. She had a nearly shy way of flirting, but it was something that Mohinder apparently appreciated because he was responding to her.

Before she knew it, they were sitting on the floor in front of her settee, working on the problem together. Her arm kept brushing his while he rested a hand on her thigh every once in a while. After a moment they both paused and blinked together down at the paper. Toshiko looked up at him, and he looked at her with an easy smile that nearly made her want to sigh dreamily.

"We forgot the x-axis," he pointed out in that rich accent that was like music to her ears, and Tosh batted her eyelashes a couple of times before looking down at the paper again.

"Oh, dear. Something so simple, too... Yes, I see that we did." A soft blush came with the admittance, but Mohinder gently plucked the pen from her grasp and set it down. His fingers tucked under her chin, but he didn't really need to lift her face to his. She wanted to look at him, to stare into his lovely dark eyes.

Jumping the gun a bit, Tosh quickly leaned in to him and kissed him wildly, flinging her arms around his neck as she practically tackled him to the ground.

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Date: 2009-04-23 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pupnamedpeter.livejournal.com
B is for Both, your Peter/Luke (OC) :D

Date: 2009-04-24 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Both sets of eyes followed Sylar's naked form as he moved across the room to head into the bathroom. The darker set had seen the view a million times if once at all while the green set was still getting used to seeing his naked form. Peter swallowed down the last of his twin's come as Luke slowly pulled out of him and both of them groaned together.

Luke flopped onto his back on the bed, rubbing his hand over his face, he could have laughed. Sylar was right -- Peter had loved him. It had been weird, walking out of the bathroom and seeing Peter on the bed with Sylar already. He knew that Peter was going to be there, but he didn't think it would be so early.

The thing was, no matter how much Peter loved spending time with Master Adam and his other brother, Peter belonged to Sylar. He always would belong to his twin, there was no way around that, and Peter didn't want it any other way. He planted his face in the pillow and almost groaned again. It smelled like the rest of the dusty old room, and Peter wanted to be back at their home in Ohio.

"So," Sylar spoke from the door way and both sets of eyes lifted to him. "Who's coming home with me?"

Peter and Luke exchanged looks and Peter took the initiative to pull the young boy close to his side. He dropped a kiss to his mouth and smiled up at his twin.

"We both are," the boys answered in unison.

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Date: 2009-04-23 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pupnamedpeter.livejournal.com
And P is for Public, young!Charles/young!Daniel. :D

Date: 2009-04-25 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
"Charles, please," Daniel whimpered as he was pushed up against the wall of the diner. His pants were hastily pushed down around his thighs and Charles could barely get the small tube of lube out of his pocket. That accent drove Charles wild and it had from the first time that they met at Coyote Sands.

Charles growled softly against the back of Daniel's neck as he slicked himself up. His fingers barely brushed over Daniel's hole, slicking it just enough so that he wouldn't scream once Charles started pushing inside him. "Quiet down," he warned quietly against the back of Daniel's ear.

Daniel gripped the wall as best he could, but it was damn near impossible to actually grip the brick. His hips canted slightly, knowing exactly what was about to happen and loving every moment of it. Still, the thought of Charles pushing into him with hardly any prep made him squirm back towards his hand. "Charles, please," he pleaded again. "I need more..."

"You're going to be quiet now, Daniel," Charles murmured against his neck as he started to nudge into him. "You don't want Angela and Bobby to hear us, do you?"

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Date: 2009-04-24 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragon-lord.livejournal.com
Y is for Yes, Jude/Vasili.

Date: 2009-04-25 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
Dark, unimpressed eyes stared at the eighth year from behind soot-colored lashes. The silence between them seemed to stretch on and on, and Judita barely blinked at the older boy. There was a part of her that wanted to leap forward and wrap her arms around his neck to kiss him deeply.

She decided to let him stew for a bit longer... Or at least that was the game plan.

"Well?" Vasili spoke the simple word, but his tone was anything but simple. He didn't like repeating himself, and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck started to stand on end. She was actually going to make him repeat the question. He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking away sharply as he slumped in his chair a bit. There was no reason for him to put himself through this. It wasn't like she was the only damned girl in the school who would enjoy spending time with him.

A slow smirk came to her mouth and she walked over, propping herself up on his desk. "Yes," she finally answered as he turned towards her, arching one of his eyebrows. "Of course I'll go to the year-end ball with you. Why wouldn't I?"

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Date: 2009-04-25 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirdsouthobbi.livejournal.com
C is for Cookie Dough.
D is for Dick.
E is for Earrings.
F is for Fuck.
G is for Good.

:D You pick the pairings, from our verses.

Cookie Dough.

Date: 2009-04-25 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
It had been a long, exhausting day at work but Calvin knew that when he got back to his home, Nick would be there waiting for him. It was the schedule that they had worked out and he couldn't have been happier about it. Sure, there were still times where he had little mini-freak-outs in private about the fact that he was dating one of his patients, but in all honesty, they weren't doing anything sexually.

He still had to call Jeff to see what he should do about the entire situation, though.

"Honey, I'm home," he said jokingly from the front door. After setting his things down and pulling his coat off, he wandered through his small house. He could smell something delicious cooking, and so he went straight for the kitchen.

Nick was standing at the oven, his shirt off and hands behind his back looking guilty as sin. There was a chocolate smudge along his lower lip and when he smiled Calvin could see bits of chocolate stuck between his teeth. There was the tiniest sliver of his boxer-briefs showing just below his belly button, and it took everything in Calvin to keep from drooling.

"You made me cookies?"

Nick grinned ear-to-ear again and nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh... Well, kind of..." He motioned to the wire rack that had about half a dozen cookies on it and then moved around the island to his older boyfriend. "I still have some dough left, though...If you wanted some?"

Unable to resist once he got close, Calvin leaned forward and slid his tongue along Nick's lower lip to capture that little bit of chocolate. "I can't think of a better way to end my week," he admitted before kissing his boyfriend softly.

Re: Cookie Dough.

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Earrings.

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Re: Earrings.

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Fuck.

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Re: Fuck.

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Good.

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Date: 2009-04-25 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragon-lord.livejournal.com
D is for Domination. Heroes crew, your pick.

E is for Erection

F is for Fisting!

W is for Worship

Any of our various pairs.

Domination.

Date: 2009-05-01 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofthesounds.livejournal.com
The bar that propped Nathan's hips up had been ice cold, but it had warmed after a while. He stood on his tip-toes, bent over the bar with his ankles tied to the posts that held the bar in place. He vaguely remembered it being used by his nanny for drying bed comforters and table cloths when he was younger. It wasn't meant for bondage, but then again he knew that anything was possible.

His arms were stretched out in front of him, wrists tied together before the rope was tied to the locked door. It felt like his arms were going to fall asleep if it weren't for the constant ache in them. As he waited he curled his tongue against the back of the red ball gag that was in his mouth. It was disgusting and Nathan briefly wondered how many others had had the device stuck between their lips.

The sudden presence of the riding crop sliding up the back of his thigh nearly made him jump out of his skin. He had been in this position for at least thirty minutes, though it felt much longer than that; in that time, he hadn't been touched or spoken to. It was unnerving, especially since he was completely open and utterly helpless.

After the riding crop got over the curve of his ass it was brought down sharply six times on each each. Left, right, left, right. Pause. Right, left, right, left. Pause. Right, right, left, left.

Done.

By the forth smack to each cheek, Nathan was squirming. The crop never landed in the same spot twice, and even though he couldn't see them, he knew that he had marks from the crop welting his ass. It'd be impossible to sit for the rest of the night. Then again, maybe that was the point.

He made a face as the gag was removed and worked his jaw one way and then the other in an attempt to loosen it up again. The weight of the ball dangling around his neck felt odd but it certainly wasn't unpleasant, either.

"Say it," the man's voice demanded in a smooth, even tone.

Nathan didn't say anything. He was feeling particularly stubborn from being left to stew for thirty minutes.

The crop snapped across the backs of his thighs. "Say. It." This time the voice was more demanding.

He let out a yelp and struggled against his wrist bonds. He still didn't say anything. If anything, his lips formed a thin line and tightened down. Nathan Petrelli was a determined man, after all.

There was no more hesitation; the crop was a blurred black line that continuously smacked against Nathan's skin until he swore he could feel the skin breaking in a couple of spots. "I'm yours! I'm yours, p-please!" He shouted the words that the tops of his lungs and his head was yanked back almost too roughly. The strain made his shoulders ache, and Nathan's eyes darted to his Master.

"Say the whole thing, Nathan." It always amazed Nathan how no matter what, his Master was always in perfect control of everything. His voice, his body and yes, even Nathan.

"I'm yours, not Peter's," he licked his lips and continued, "you are my Master, and I am your slave." His ass pushed a bit more into the air since the bar was starting to hurt.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," Nathan grunted the word out as his Master started tying his cock up.

"And who am I, boy? Say my name."

Nathan licked over his lips and closed his eyes, sighing softly as his body relaxed once more. "You are my Master. You are Master Adam."

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Erection.

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Re: Erection.

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Fisting!

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Re: Fisting!

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Worship.

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Re: Worship.

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Date: 2009-05-01 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirdsouthobbi.livejournal.com
Just finishing you off :)

I is for Internal
J is for Justice
K is for Kinky!
T is for Too Big
U is for Union
V is for Valentine
X is for Xylophone
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