Floundering around in the dark

Shades of Tomorrow (Shadows of Today), Part Two

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:09:59 GMT

Fandom: RPS
Title: Shades of Tomorrow (Shadows of Today), Part Two (because I'm very verbose)
Characters/Pairing: Christian Kane, Timothy Hutton, Eliza Dushku, Steve Carlson, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Riley Smith, sort of pre Chris/Steve, though there's some kissing
Rating: PG-13, for violence mostly
Word Count: 12, 334 (um...ooops)
Summary: Christian Kane is a Shade, a type of supernatural being that humanity has come to fear. As the world breaks apart around him, he is just seeking out something for himself, but when one tragedy drops him headlong into another crisis and one relationship takes him into danger and the fall out is near death, Christian finds himself on the run with a man he hardly knows, but wants to.

A/Ns & Warnings: No real warnings but for some violence. Written for the every generous ziplockeddaze...I know it was supposed to be 6000 words. Um...well...oops. And I didn't even really get into the Chris/Steve relationship. Ooops again. I hope you like it anyway.

It was a week in all before he saw Hutton again. He was waiting in Christian's room when he came back from the pools. "I was beginning to wonder when I'd see you again." Chris said as Eliza stopped the chair. Her hand lingered on his shoulder, then pulled away.

Things had started to get a little heated between them and Christian felt himself flush as Tim raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll let you boys talk shop."

When she was gone, Tim smirked. "Oh now, she's a handful."

Christian hid his own grin behind a hand. "Tell me about it."

"So the doctor tells me you're doing a lot better."

"Not ready to run a marathon, but yeah. I'm better." Christian drew his robe closer and moved from the chair to his bed. "I figure this is where you come and tell me what I owe you."

Tim opened his mouth, then closed it. "I wasn't going to put it that way."

"I'm not a man for pretty words. I got nothing but what came in with me, so you know I don't have money."

"Okay, nothing pretty. I need a shade who is willing to do some recon work, deep water espionage, that sort of thing."

Christian could appreciate the honesty. "I won't kill. I won't be an assassin. No bomb planting, no engaging of any kind. Just information gathering." He'd had time to think about it in his time soaking and laying here in this bed. He had nowhere to go. He was wandering, aimlessly.

"No, we wouldn't want you to do anything against your morals. Well, we might want you to, but we won't force you. We'll train you, and some of that will include fighting, self defense, that sort of thing. Most of the time you'll work with a handler, but sometimes things get dicey."

"I can handle myself." He looked down at himself and rolled his eyes. "All evidence to the contrary aside. I can handle weapons, been hunting for food since I was a kid."

Tim nodded. "Okay. We'll get you sprung out of here in a day or two and I'll take you to the training facility. We'll have you out in the field in no time."

"I'm gonna want some concessions."

The fed stood and rested a hand on his shoulder. "All in good time, Son. All in good time."

He wasn't sure where he was or how he got there exactly. He remembered the explosion, the fighting, the ropes. They'd bound his hands and put a loop of rope around his throat and dragged him out of the wreckage.

He had been on his way from San Francisco to LA, where he'd been supposed to board a ship that would take him south. There was a new camp of 8th Battalion south of San Diego they wanted him to get close to and keep an eye on.

His government escort had promised him they'd be safe. This far west, there had been no sign of the 8th Battalion or anything worse than mild gang activity in months. And after the crazy shit that had just about blown his last mission to hell, he wasn't interested in risking anything. He'd barely gotten the children clear before the bomb went off and it had been the 8th Battalion that laid claim to that bit of handiwork.

Tim had apologized up and down and swore it was just bad intelligence, they didn't expect the attack. But truth was, that was happening more and more. They'd lost all their shade operatives but for Christian and some woman with thick black hair she wore braided and filled with throwing knives. He only knew her code name, Raven.

This was supposed to be a cakewalk mission. A few nights in the ocean would mean a good clear water flush would be necessary when he came ashore, but it was nothing he hadn't done before, and with the right equipment, he'd absorb only a minimal amount of salt.

It had been clear from the first explosion that whoever was attacking them, the motive was not to take prisoners, and it seemed like maybe they didn't expect him to be there. The truck ahead of them exploded, body parts landing against his car just before the blast wave sent them rolling. The green agent Tim had sent along to watch his back had died before the vehicle even stopped rolling.

Sun slammed into him through the broken windows and Christian had grabbed at his jacket, covering his face and hands as he tried to figure out what was going on. Voice screamed and gunfire burst and suddenly there were hands dragging him out into the sun.

They seemed surprised and for a long moment, Christian had been sure he was about to die. Then one of them grabbed his head and yanked it back, forcing his face into the sun. Christian breathed through the pain. He had learned to take a little heat, some direct sun. Sometimes it was just necessary. He could stay out in it for an hour or more as long as he kept moving, got enough water and managed to find shade from time to time.

Clearly the man knew what he was looking for though. He snarled in Christian's face and ordered him stripped down to his underwear, laughing at the hissing Christian made as the sun found his skin.

Then came the ropes. They bound his hands and looped a rope around his neck, which they used to drag him away, shoving him into the back of one of their trucks. The man who had pulled his hair handed one of the others a flashlight. "Keep that on him. We don't want him trying anything."

There had been hours of interrogation, questions about the government and deployments, other operatives. It went on for hours, hours he spent chained to a chair in a beam of artificial sunlight, not potent enough to do serious damage, just enough to keep him sapped of strength. The beating that came with the questions was measured, producing a lot of pain, but not much permanent damage that he could tell.

Eventually it had stopped, and he had been blindfolded, dragged down stairs and around hallways until he had no sense of where he was. Then a door opened and he was dragged into a room.

His wrists were chained above his head, his hands long since gone to sleep from the heavy weight of the chain. His feet swept the floor, the balls of his feet barely making contact with the cold concrete if he tried hard.

He didn't try that hard.

The blindfold was ripped off and he blinked in the sudden light, quickly closing his eyes. Even like this they were afraid of him.

His head pounded out the rhythm of his heart in stereo behind his ears, which, in his experience wasn't a good thing. He could taste blood, but it was sort of an after taste, like the actual blood was hours ago. He didn't actually recall bleeding though.

He shivered, making his body sway, the cold air kissing over skin damp with sweat and tender with bruises.

There was a movement in the shadows, he heard it, cracked open an eye just in time to see a bare foot withdraw into the dark.

He licked his lips and looked for his voice...but it was cracked and broken and sounded like he swallowed white hot sand. "'Lo?"

The whimpered response was muffled, like hands were trying to hold in the sound. "Someone there?"

"Shh...not so loud."

This time the sound was behind him. Hands touched his feet. "Easy, just let me..." Those hands traveled up his bare legs, over the filthy boxers that are all he had left of his modesty. They spent time exploring his ribs, then a face rose in front of Chris. One dirty finger pressed to his lips. "Quietly, or they will come back. You do not want to draw their attention back to you. Here."

He held out a hand and a small tin can appeared in it. "I dare not give you much." He lifted the can to his lips and tilted it, dribbling warm water into Christian's mouth. "I'm Steve. You are a prisoner of the 8th Battalion. As are the rest of us."

"Chr-Christian." He hated the way his voice sounded...the way he must look hanging there in some dirty cell in some god-forsaken nowhere.

Steve's hand was gentle as it caressed his face. "It will get worse, Christian, before it gets better. I hope you are strong."

Steve held the water to his lips again and Christian swallowed greedily. He was parched, dry through to his toes, weakened by the sun and the light and the hours of beating without any respite.

"You know he's one of those freaks." Another voice came from the shadows and a face followed it.

He was tall and dark, his face hidden behind facial hair and dirt. As he came closer, Christian can see he has a scar that whites out his left eye. "Jeffrey." Steven turned to him, but the new man just tugged on the rope still around Christian's neck.

"I'm just saying, don't get too attached, Steven. He won't live long enough to be of use to you."

"Jeff, you can be an ass, you know?" Steve held up the water and tilted the cup, pouring the last drops into Christian's mouth. "Don't mind him. We've been here a while and he's not a closed in places sort of guy."

His hand was gentle, ghosting over Christian's face. "Just be strong."

Christian swallowed and closed his eyes. Strong. He wasn't even sure that was possible any more. The pain from the constant exposure to light was too much, his injuries more so. He figured by now Tim was looking for him, but there was no telling how far he'd been dragged into hostile territory.

He had to consider he was on his own.

The stale air around him reeked of human bodies, sweat and excrement. These men, he could sense maybe six bodies in the cell, were not US government and as near as he could tell, not a part of the Southern Freedom movement either. He didn't know what to make of that. The 8th Battalion didn't take civilian prisoners that he knew…but then so little was known about them aside from the fact that they were militant and violent and had reasons for their crusades that they did not tell their enemies.

He had no idea why these men were here, or why Steve's touch was so soothing, despite the chilling tone of Jeffrey's words.

"Now, my lieutenant here believes that you are not worth my time, that I should kill you and be done with you." The man speaking wiped his gloved hands on a towel as he spoke, pacing around where Christian hung in the center of the cell. "You are, after all, a son of the devil. Evil. Your very existence an affront to morality."

Christian resisted the urge to spit the mouthful of blood at him and swallowed it instead. He needed the fluid urgently and wasting it on this asshole would do him no good. "Look who's talking," he growled, knowing it would just earn him another blow. Nor was he disappointed.

The Colonel, as he called himself, made a "tch tch" sound at him. "Now, that is no way to talk to the man with your life in his hands." He walked to the door of the cell and when he came back he was holding a small can. "Perhaps you need more proof that I know exactly what you are. Open his mouth."

On either side of him men held him and two hands pried his mouth open. He panted and struggled, not sure what to expect, but then the Colonel was pouring salt into his mouth. He struggled harder, tried to spit it out, but then water was pouring in and his liquid starved body swallowed reflexively and the hands let him go.

His throat burned and he thrashed around on the end of his chains, feet dragging the ground. They let him be as the salt worked its way into him.

Behind him he could hear Steven's whispered curse. "Fucking bastards." There was a scuffle, then a thud, then Christian's face was slapped.

"Now, Shade…I am not interested in your work for your government, or what spies you might know of. All of that is secondary to the information you can offer us about you." His hand squeezed Christian's face, forcing him to look up. "Is it true that you can only be killed by beheading?"

When Christian didn't answer, the Colonel held up the salt again. "I have to admit, I don't really know what the salt will do to you if I keep pouring it in. Will it kill you?"

Christian knew it would, though it would be a slow and excruciating death. "Yes." He forced the word out. "Yes, it will kill me and no, beheading is something Hollywood made up."

The Colonel smiled. "See now, that was easy. I'm certain Hollywood made up many things, but you and I, we will uncover the truth, and before you die, perhaps even discover if a filthy, evil, non-human like yourself can earn God's grace."

He handed off the tin and put both hands on Christian's ribs, feeling along them for the broken ones. "There. I am told you can heal yourself. Is that true?"

Christian closed his eyes and inhaled, anticipating the pain. Thumbs pressed in against broken ribs, bringing tears to his eyes. "Yes, fuck. Yes."

"And yet, these have not healed." He pressed in a little harder. "Why?"

His stomach burned with the salt and he imagined he could feel it sucking fluid from his body. He blinked his eyes to keep the tears from falling, tilting his head back. "Too…much…light…" Christian gasped out around the pain. "No strength."

"An honest answer. I like a man who can admit his weaknesses. For that a reward."

Hands fumbled over head and the Colonel dragged his face back. "I will offer you a few hours respite. Rest. We have much more to discuss."

He turned on his heel and Christian was dropped to the floor, his arms still bound in front of him, but free for the first time from the hanging and swinging. His shoulders screamed in pain as he tried to move. The Colonel's men left the cell, and suddenly there were hands, pulling him back into the shadows, out of the artificial sunlight.

"Come on, stay with me." Steve said, pulling Christian's face up. "You have to empty your stomach, Chris."

"Need the water." Christian argued, but Steve shook his head.

"Not as much as you need to get rid of the salt." He supported Christian's upper body and stuck fingers into his mouth, past his gag reflex. "Come on."

Steve's fingers tasted like dirt and sweat and together with pressing into his throat it was enough to make him start to gag, then his stomach lurched and he was spitting out a pile of watery grains that had a pinkish hue to them. He realized distantly that they were like that because of blood, but Steve was pulling him away, offering him more of his own meager water and trying to make Christian comfortable enough to sleep.

"My priest tells me that a Shade has no soul and cannot be saved, however he approves of my methods in extracting more information so that more of your kind can be hunted and killed before they can corrupt those whom God loves."

The Colonel liked to hear himself talk, but when he was talking, Christian was less likely to be getting beaten or forced to swallow salt or any of the other torments they had laid on him in the days before. "Today we are going to explore your healing more." He held up a knife and Christian swallowed. He wanted it to be over. It was probably wrong to wish the bastard would just cut him too much, too deep, spilling all the precious blood in his body into the dirt and letting him slide into the dark.

Instead, the cut was shallow, along his collarbone, just enough to make him bleed. Christian hissed.

"Colonel."

He turned away from Christian to the soldier in Battalion blues at the door. He looked up sharply, snapping at his men and they all left the cell without another word.

Steve was at his side instantly, hands sliding up Christian's and fumbling with the bindings.

"Leave him." Jeffrey said, pushing past them to the door. He pushed on it, but it didn't budge. "Riley will be here any minute."

Steve pulled on the chains holding him without responding. Christian closed his eyes and tried not to move.

"Steve, we have to go now."

His eyes opened. Steve's blond hair was tickling his cheek and suddenly his hands fell free and Christian's body crashed to the ground. The door is open and Chris can't understand why.

The constant light against his skin, the lack of dark and liquids had taken a toll on him, and his brain was slow to realize what was happening. Unless he got some darkness soon, he would not be able to recover.

"Can you stand?" Steve's voice was strained, and he could hear the fear and the tension in the tone. In the hall beyond Chris could hear men moving and the cell was emptying around them.

"I...maybe." He offered his hand for help up and Steve took it, hefting as Chris pushed off the floor.

"Lean on me. I'll get you some cover soon, but we have to move." Steve's arm slide around his waist and Chris managed to make his feet move.

Chris tried to focus as they went, but everything was moving very quickly around him as they followed Jeffrey's back. Steve ducked them into a blessedly dark room.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." Steve pushed Chris up against a wall and was gone.

In the distance thunder rumbled…or maybe it was an explosion. Men were shouting and there was a spattering of gunfire before Steve was back. "Here, put these on." He shoved clothes at Chris, peeking out the door. "It's daylight outside. You need to cover up."

Steve helped him figure his way into the clothes, belting the too-big pants tight and shoving his feet into boots that weren't too bad, if a little tight. "We have to hurry. Jeff and Riley are making sure our path out is clear. Take this." He shoved a canteen into his hands. "It isn't much. I'll try to get us more before we're outside."

Chris tilted back his head and poured the water into his mouth as Steve checked the hallway again. "Okay, come on."

Chris stumbled as they hit a set of stairs and Steve hauled him back to his feet. Jeffrey is above them, telling them to hurry. "Out the door, to your right, Riley's holding the fence. East and then north."

Jeffrey shoved another canteen at him and Steve tugged him out the door. They made the fence, where a young blond was holding open a cutaway piece of the fence and a big automatic gun. "Let's move, the distraction isn't going to keep them for much longer."

Steve pushed Chris through the fence first, then followed. They started running once they were out, or as close to running as Chris was capable of. They were surrounded by others, Jeffrey and Riley catching up, and half familiar faces from the cell joining them as they move. The sun beat down on them without mercy and the ground was baked sand and rock, radiating the heat and light back up at him. Christian guzzled water from the first canteen, dropping it when it was empty and he tried to keep from falling.

He didn't know how or why, but it was pretty clear that this was an escape orchestrated with outside help, and for whatever reason Steven had inexplicably chosen to take Chris with them.

They ran across the barren landscape with little for cover and they scattered in an attempt to divide their pursuit, but Chris clung to Steve, fairly certain he wouldn't survive this mad race from uncertain captivity, but not quite ready to let go of the hope that he might.

The desert sun was no place for Christian, and he knows Steven feels guilty for dragging him through the daylight, but Christian wouldn't have survived had he been left behind.

So they ran. Of the ten or so that had managed escape, Christian could only see the four of them left, Steven and Christian, Jeff and Riley. The others had scattered and he couldn't see them anymore. He couldn't even really look up anymore, Steve's shirt draped over his head and shoulders in an attempt to hide his already burning skin from the sun.

Christian stumbled and Steve stopped, going to one knee in the dry brush beside him. "We are almost to a series of caves where we can rest out of the sun."

Christian's skin was red and had that clammy feeling that comes of too much light and not enough water. But they were out of water. Steven glanced at the others, waving at them to move on. Christian wondered why Steve stayed.

"I could help you." Steven offered tentatively, reaching for the knife he'd stolen in their escape.

Christian's hand stopped him. "No." He shook his head. His mouth was dry and his hands were trembling. He squinted up at the sun. He knew he was well over half way to sun-shock, and soon, he would no longer be able to move.

"You need fluid." Steven insisted, the knife in his hands, the blade on his skin. "And blood is all the fluid that I have to offer."

Christian closed his eyes and fell back into the hot sand. "Save yourself." No matter what help blood would be, it wouldn't be enough, not without darkness and water.

Steve only responded by slicing into the meat of his palm and holding his hand to Christian's mouth.

At first, Chris couldn't, he's never taken blood this way, never tasted any but his own, but his body craves sustenance and the blood was wet and it touched his lips and he couldn't not drink. He raised a hand to cradle Steven's and held it still as Christian sat up, his eyes fluttering open to meet Steven's, vulnerable and ashamed as he drinks. Long before his body thought he should, Christian pulled away, his hand covering the wound.

Christian's breathing was rapid, echoing the sped up beat of Steve's heart. "Lets get you to shelter." Steven said, standing. He helped Christian up, let him lean into Steven's side.

"You shouldn't have done that." Christian whispers, his voice ravaged and raw.

Steven smiled and brushed dirty hair out of his face. "I know. But my grandmother told me it was bad luck to let a Shade die in the sun. She'd skin me alive if I left you here just to save my own skin."

Christian looked up at him, his eyes an impossibly blue reflection of the sky above them. He forced himself to smile, remembering his own Nana. She'd never abide him leaving someone behind to die either. "Can't have none of that then." Christian's head dropped onto Steve's shoulder, letting his concentration fall on keeping his feet moving toward the shelter Steve told him was ahead of them.

It seemed to take forever, but then Steve turned them and set Christian's hand against a rock while he ducked in under an overhang to make sure it was safe. Chris groaned with relief as Steven guided him in, bending him and holding him to get into the shallow cave made by large boulders pressed up against the side of a sandstone cliff.

With the dark his body began to cool almost immediately. The cave was just enough to get them out of the sun, let the dark sooth his skin and with that something of the pain would start to drain away.

His lips were cracked open and his flesh was red. There wasn't a spot on his body that didn't hurt, but he knew there was water nearby. It called to him and he only had to wait for the sun to go down before he could search it out and let it restore him to something closer to himself.

Steve's body blocked more of the sun near the entrance to their hiding place. Chris hadn't even realized that he hadn't come inside with him. "Jeffrey and Riley sent a signal. They made it across the border."

Christian didn't ask how they signaled, just nodded, fighting back the grimace of pain as his ribs shifted and his sun-burnt skin cracked. He swallowed around the dry, raw feeling in his throat and told himself it would only be a few hours at most.

A deeper shadow fell across him and he looked up to see Steve sliding to his knees beside Christian. He held up his hand with its scabbed over cut, and the knife.

"No." Christian pushed his hand away and tried to sit up more. "Save your strength." His voice was a rasp of heated sand on stone.

"Let me help you." Steve said almost urgently.

"You should go be with your friends. I'll be fine. Just got to make it to dark."

Steve looked at him like he didn't believe him, like he knew that it was mostly false bravado talking. "You'll die if you don't get some more fluid. What you took before was no where near enough."

He sliced over the old wound and there was sand in the bright crimson of the blood, but Christian almost couldn't help the way he licked his lips. He could almost feel the ease of pain that would come with the blood, nutrient rich and wet. "No." He shook his head. "I swore...never..." It was a promise he'd made himself, made his Nana. A shade could live richly on the blood of others, it was everything his body could need.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away, but the smell of the blood followed him and there was a warm wetness on his lips. "Please let me help you." Steve whispered.

He couldn't breathe for the scent of it, his body seizing with the need for it and though he was sure he meant not to, Christian opened his mouth and took it in.

Christian slept fitfully through the afternoon, chasing and being chased through dreams of people he can't fully see and he woke with a start, unsure of where he was for a moment. His head was on Steve's shoulder, Steve's arm around him, holding him, his body protecting Christian's from the mouth of the cave.

Over Steve's arm, Chris could see that the sun is well on its way to down. He could feel the pull of the water even more strongly. He stirred, tried to figure out how to get up without waking Steve, but before he'd moved more than an inch or two, Steve's blue eyes were starting at him. "Going somewhere?"

"Sun's down." Chris rasped. "Water."

Steve nodded. "You know where it is?"

"North." Chris pointed as Steve sat up.

"You were going to go without me." It wasn't a question.

"Don't need me slowing you down." Chris followed him out of the cave.

"In the dark I'm going to be the one slowing you down." Steve said. He started walking in the direction Chris pointed and after only a slight hesitation, Chris followed. The night was cloudy, blocking out the soothing touch of the moon, but Chris follows the pull of water and in a little more than a half hour or so they came to a small stream. It wasn't much, but Chris was tugging at his clothes and wading in as quickly as he could.

It was only knee deep, but cold, and running at a decent current. He went to his knees, then lowered as much as he could of himself into the water. Steve picked up the clothes Chris had dropped, folding them and setting them near the stream on a rock. "I'm going to have a look around."

Chris nodded, not actually caring beyond the chill filling him and the energy the water offered. He breathed in deep and dunked his head, blessed cool surrounding him, caressing him.

He needed to heal the ribs before they caused more damage, but this wasn't the optimal situation for that. Maybe he could find something to wrap them with instead, at least for now.

When he surfaced, Steve was just coming back. He squatted by the stream. "If you can, we need to move. There's a patrol headed our way."

"How far?" Chris asked, already standing and stepping out of the water. Chris felt Steve's eyes on his naked, dripping body and blushed, turning away. He shook his head.

"I figure twenty minutes, they'll be here." Steve handed him his pants, then held his shirt. "We can find you more water."

Chris shoved his feet into the boots and nodded, still pulling on his shirt as they headed up stream. They followed it a ways, then crossed it to continue east. "I take it you have someplace in particular in mind?" Chris asked when Steve stopped to look up at the stars, then squinted at the landscape around them.

"Into the mountains. We have a…camp, for a lack of better word."

The sound of men talking startled them both and they ducked behind rocks. Two men moved along the far side of the stream, calling back to others that were further away, then splashing, and they were moving again, back downstream.

They waited until they couldn't hear the men, then a little longer before they came out of hiding and headed east again. "About an hour, then we head north. We'll come to a little town called Brettles. We can rest there for the day, and come sunset we head up into the mountains."

Christian sank gratefully into the still, dark waters of an unfenced, unmonitored swimming pool while Steve stood guard nearby. Shadows lay long across the pool and the people in the house might wake if he made much noise. Brettles and the desert lay behind them and while he had soaked in a tub of cool water for nearly two hours, and started his ribs to healing while in the room Steve had bartered for, Christian knows he's going to need a lot more soaking to get himself whole again.

They were too far from civilization for them to assume the occupants of the home were beholding to any side in the ongoing conflicts, and actually, most on all sides would not knowingly shelter one of his kind for long unless there was something to be gained.

The water was cool and despite the chemicals polluting it, it soaked into him, returning his strength. The moon was barely half way to full, but its soft glow filled him too as he let himself fall to the bottom of the pool, his mouth open to take in as much of the cool wetness as he is able.

When he rose above the surface, his eyes could see a little more clearly into the night. In the distance he could see the smoke rising from what he supposes is their destination. Or another home like this one. It was still a long walk, one that would take them close to dawn or past it, but there, in the trees he would be safe..

He would have prefered more time in the water, but he knew he would find more as they moved higher into the mountains.

He joined Steve and nodded and they headed out once more, moving more swiftly now with his strength restored and his vision clearer. He was still uncertain of Steve's motives in helping him, though the sidelong glances and the stolen looks at his naked ass when Steve apparently thought he wouldn't notice were starting to give him a clue. If only the words Jeffrey had spoken about him didn’t sit so unquietly inside him.

" I'm just saying, don't get too attached, Steven. He won't live long enough to be of use to you."

Yet, Steve could have left him to die, could have left him in the hands of their captors to face an even more uncertain fate than this. So for the moment Christian moved with Steve through the night, up the side of a mountain, deep into the shadows of trees older than the both of them combined.

It's restive, like coming home, a remind of the woods and hills he played in as a child. They stopped close to dawn to share what food Steve had charmed a young woman out of before they left the tiny town. It was a quiet meal and when it was over, Christian dipped himself in a cold, quiet stream for a few minutes before continuing.

He was starting to feel a little stronger, his voice no longer the sound of shattered glass, his stomach not quite free of the salt problem, but better the more water he drank.

"You gonna explain why?" Chris asked as they paused again in their long trek. The hills had swallowed them hours before, the trees and mountains hiding them from even the sky, and even though it was daylight, they kept to the deep shadows and he was fine.

Somewhere in the canyon below them their destination was laid out near the bottom, where a river cut through, or so Steve had told him. Chris didn't look at Steve, but he could see him out the corner of his eye as they both looked down at he trees spread out under them.

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again. He seemed to consider his answer for a time and when he turned to Chris, his eyes sparkled. "I'm going to be honest with you, even though you're going to think I'm crazy."

Chris crossed his arms and waited, turning now to face him, watching his face.

"The moment I first saw you, I knew I was going to need you."

Chris raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"I knew you were a Shade from the way they treated you. They were afraid of you. I might have known anyway…but that wasn't it....or rather, that was only part of it."

He turned away, walked to the edge of the long fall. "I'm...I can't do this without you."

"Do what, exactly?" Chris asked, moving to squint down into the shadowed valley beside Steve. He could pick out movement from there, small, among the trees at the bottom.

Steve sighed beside him. "Keep them safe...Those people down there...they're my family, my...but when I saw you I knew."

"Knew?" Chris looked at him and Steve nodded slowly.

"I can't explain it." Steve lifted a hand to cup his cheek and it was warm on Christian's cold skin. "I saw us when I looked into your eyes."

Chris licked his lips and lifted his eyes to meet Steve's. They were blue like morning skies, deep, beautiful...and he swore he could see into the man's soul. He was holding his breath as their lips met and was still holding it when they parted.

His face flushed and the taste of Steven's tongue was sweeter somehow than that of water. Christian's blood roared, desire flaring and he slid a hand into Steve's hair to pull him back, opening his lips to the touch of his mouth, the memory of the taste of his blood singing to life inside him until he is lost inside the sensation.

It was only Steve's need to breathe that saved them from toppling over the side of the mountain. He pulled back, gasping and they both realized how close they'd been. Chris exhaled and stepped back, pulling Steve with him. "You okay?"

Steve nodded and wiped his mouth on the back of one hand. "Maybe we should save that for when we're a little safer."

Chris smiled. "You let me know when that is."

Steve grinned. "I will."

Shades of Tomorrow (Shadows of Today), Part One --RPS, PG-13

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:08:11 GMT

Fandom: RPS
Title: Shades of Tomorrow (Shadows of Today), Part One (because I'm very verbose)
Characters/Pairing: Christian Kane, Timothy Hutton, Eliza Dushku, Steve Carlson, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Riley Smith, sort of pre Chris/Steve, though there's some kissing
Rating: PG-13, for violence mostly
Word Count: 12, 334 (um...ooops)
Summary: Christian Kane is a Shade, a type of supernatural being that humanity has come to fear. As the world breaks apart around him, he is just seeking out something for himself, but when one tragedy drops him headlong into another crisis and one relationship takes him into danger and the fall out is near death, Christian finds himself on the run with a man he hardly knows, but wants to.

A/Ns & Warnings: No real warnings but for some violence. Written for the every generous ziplockeddaze...I know it was supposed to be 6000 words. Um...well...oops. And I didn't even really get into the Chris/Steve relationship. Ooops again. I hope you like it anyway.

Prologue

"There was a time, Christian, when we did not have to hide what we are. We were sought for the gifts we can give, and not feared for them."

Christian sat beside his Nana, holding her hand. "But those times have long past, and you need to be safe. You need to protect yourself from them that would use a Shade to nefarious ends."

"I know Nana." Christian said softly, blinking away the tears.

All around them the world was dividing, war tearing countries into pieces, their own included. "If they know what you are, they will force you to do their bidding, make you a monster." Her old, wrinkled hand lifted, one bony, arthritic finger poking into his chest. "You hold on to the heart the gods gave you, boy. I won't be there to remind you." She took his hand again, squeezing it tightly. "You take what I'm giving you."

He shook his head. "No, Nana. Not yet."

"Yes, now, before it's too late." She pulled him closer with a surprising strength. "Close your eyes, open your mouth. Take the strength of our line. You're the last of a lineage, Christian. "

Tears slipped past his eyelids as he closed them, opening his mouth and leaning in to take in what she was going to give him. Her body vibrated and she breathed in deep, holding it for an impossibly long time before she grabbed the sides of his face and pressed her open mouth to his.

Christian pulled away involuntarily, but she held him, breathing out into his mouth while her voice filled his head. "Swallow it, Christian."

It was too much, too hard, like a giant rock formed from her breath. "You have to."

He sucked in and forced himself to swallow and the rock moved into his throat, then slowly down, until he could feel the fingers of it stretching out, pulling itself into him. She fell back to the bed, panting. "There's my good boy."

His throat burned and he reached for the water on the side table, swallowing rapidly as the lump melted into him. He knew the stories, but the reality was too much. Images leaked into him, memories from down their line, the heritage of his people, the root of their gift. His own manifestation of the gifts had begun at puberty, like most of them, but this…this was the right of the leader of his line, the power to lead, the memory of the world from which they came, the parting gift of every leader, every life collected.

It was never meant for someone like him. "Nana?"

Her eyes were closing and he could feel the cold creeping into her. "You be a good boy, Christian," she whispered. "Make me proud."

He felt her letting go and clung to her a little harder. "Please don't leave me."

"I'll always be a part of you." He couldn't tell if that was her or the part of her that was inside the gift she'd given him. Her death rippled through him, activating parts of him that were meant to be dormant until he was old enough to handle them. Christian stood, his stomach churning with grief, even as his body grew colder. There was too much light in the room and he ran, down to the stairs into the basement, drowning himself in the dark, immersing himself in the cool waters of the soaking pool.

He would stay there until the gifts had melded with him, his powers enhanced, his strength grown. Then he would drain the pool, gather his things and set the house to burn. It was time for him to disappear.

He hadn't told his Nana that they'd already been found out, that government men had approached him at the school, that it was only a matter of time before they gave up being nice about it and dragged him in for questioning and testing. He'd heard stories about others of his kind, Shades, caught and tested, experimented on, coerced into perverting who they were to suit some cause.

Some were being used by the military to set bombs on boats and submarines, or to spy from frigid waters that even the best divers could not last long in. Others were deployed as assassins, the most basic of their gifts perverted and turned to dark deeds. Those who were caught but would not submit were killed, or locked up in prisons where they could not feel the soothing touch of the moon, or bathe under the stars.

The ancient seats of power were gone, the lines broken. He was the last of his line, and should he die without heir, his line would break and never again be whole.

And all of that sat on the shoulders of his eighteen years. A fate he thought was undeserved. But his Nana raised a man who didn't dwell on the unfairness of the Fates. He would move on, and make his peace with what was to come.

****

Traveling was easier than staying in one place. Christian seldom spent more than two nights anywhere, and he slipped back and forth across the ever changing lines between countries with relative ease, even in times of war. He would pause somewhere with abundant water to refresh himself, to spread his power out around him in the water, offering a respite of healing and peace for at least a little while for those who lived near and on that water.

He avoided major cities most of the time, avoided politics all of the time. It didn't matter to him who commanded the armies, only that people were dying. He didn't trust anyone to truly end the wars. All around him he could see the lines cracking and breaking, and a nation that was once a solid whole was now three separate pieces: the remnant of the American government, the rebel faction in the east and south, and the deadly 8th Battalion, a new threat that was gaining ground along what used to be the Mexican border.

Through all of this, Christian moved relatively unnoticed, aimlessly wandering until he neared his twenty first birthday. He had a duty to tend to, and his wandering took him near enough to Washington DC that he was uncomfortable with the proximity.

It was fall, late September and the air was delightfully chill and tasted of apples and leaves and wood smoke. He stepped off the train onto the platform and glanced around, taking in the threats, the openings, the exits, the people. Even at this hour, with the sun setting in the west, there were a lot of people. Their nearness made him uncomfortable.

He would do what he had come for, offer his respects at the grave of his forefather, retrieve the book hidden there for him, and perform the ritual that would confirm his grandmother's gift to him. He hoped it would settle the uneasiness in his chest, the fear of things to come that burned at the corners of his consciousness every night.

Then he would be on his way, perhaps west again, toward the setting sun.

At least that was what he had planned until he recognized a feeling, an awkward lurch in his stomach that told him there was a Shade nearby. He looked around him, spotted the man, pale skin, dark hair. Cold, black eyes met his and Christian knew…just knew that this man was there to kill.

Anyone on the platform or the approaching commuter train could be his target. Part of him said he shouldn't get involved, but his Nana's voice nagged at him and he found himself moving closer. He was nearly to the man when he reached out and grabbed a woman waiting near the tracks.

She yelled and there was a malignant stir of energy. Christian jumped at them instinctively, knocking them both down and dragging the other man's hand away from her throat. She was already thrashing, her skin black where he had touched her.

He wrestled with the other man, yelling himself when his hand closed over Christian's wrist. He snarled as his palm burned with dark fire, then his fist slammed into Christian's face. The shade scrambled, climbing over him in an attempt to escape.

Christian shook his head to free himself of the energy and dove at the man again, catching his foot as he tried to get away. Christian clambered over him, pounding his head into the concrete to knock him out. When the man fell limp, Christian turned back to the woman and the people surrounding her now. "No!" He yelled it, jogging back to her and pushing people back. "Don't touch her."

He could sense what the other Shade had done, spiked her so that she would spread the disease on contact. He knelt over her, then looked up. "Did someone call the cops?"

"Already here." He looked to the voice and nodded. The man was a little disheveled, like he'd had to push his way through the crowd.

"He did this…and he ain't gonna stay out long." Christian pointed, turning his attention to the woman. If he helped her, he'd out himself.

"What about her?"

Chris licked his lips. "Let me deal with her." He couldn't let her die. Even if it meant getting caught.

"Ambulance is on its way."

"Good, now back off and give me room." Chris leaned over her, his hand hovering over the dark, mottled skin as he tried to feel out the exact form and method of the illness. There were any number of ways a shade could infect a person, taking a disease from one person and putting it in another was the easiest. This was a whole different thing though, and he wasn't sure what.

It wasn't fully set, and he got the impression that this woman was not the other man's intended target. He needed to draw it out of her, before the ambulance arrived, because if anyone touched her they would be infected with some remnant of the darkness, and it would fester inside them and spread. He exhaled slowly and let his hand touch her.

He shuddered, his stomach twisting. He didn't know if he could fix this. The other man was powerful and this was a working beyond anything Christian had learned. The old ways were mostly lost, and yet, here a woman lay dying because of them.

He lifted his head and fumbled in his pack for a bottle of water. He drank from it, infusing it with what he could through contact with his tongue, then lifted the woman's head and poured some of the water into her mouth, encouraging her to swallow by petting her bruised throat.

"How is she?" Christian looked up to find the cop squatting next to him. The platform was almost empty, but for the line of uniforms now between him and the exit.

"Not good." Christian inhaled and looked at the prisoner who was now handcuffed and about to be pinned inside a spotlight. That was also not good. It meant this cop knew what he had.

"Can you do anything?"

Christian shrugged. "I don't know. If I knew for sure what he did, maybe." He reached for her again, but the cop stopped him, grabbing Christian's wrist.

"If you can't, she'll be killed, incinerated and disposed of before we've even processed this asswipe." He let go of Christian. "No pressure."

He licked his lips and looked the man over. At first he'd taken him for a detective, but looking now he could tell he was a fed. "You've seen this before?"

He nodded. "I've been tracking this guy a while. He hit in New York two weeks ago. Caught a secretary on her way to work. Killed 25 people in the mayor's office before we caught it."

Christian's hand shook as he reached for her. His hand touched her skin, so hot it felt like blisters were forming on his fingers. He closed his eyes and reached inside himself. Too much for you, boy.

He ignored the voice and forced himself to concentrate on the woman. She stirred and he tried to calm her, making soft sounds like his Nana would sooth him with when he was upset. His left hand slipped up to his neck, grabbed the talisman there, held it and prayed he had enough power to at least render the disease non-contagious.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and his body swayed. The disease was strong, and it crept up his fingers, hot, turning his skin red. He gasped and felt a hand close around his throat. His eyes found the other Shade's, blazing and angry. Told you I was too much for you. Too bad I can't come take that last breath of yours to add to my collection.

Christian pulled his hand off the woman and fell over backwards. A gunshot sounded. Then another, and Christian fell into blessed blackness.

The smell of burning flesh and the silence, the absence of the crowd met him when he fumbled his way back to consciousness. He wasn't alone, but he wasn't out on the platform anymore either. He was laying on something soft and there was a needle in his arm, feeding fluids into him. It was cool and mostly dark. For the moment he was safe enough.

He opened his eyes. The fed was watching him. "Easy, you hit your head when you went down."

"She's dead?" He didn't really need to ask.

"Unfortunately. I couldn't risk it."

"And…the guy who did it?"

"Shot him myself. It looked like he was attacking you."

Chris nodded and slowly sat up, his eyes following the IV line up to the bag. It seemed they were in the back of an ambulance. "Thanks."

"Not necessary. It's what I do." The man held out a hand. "I'm Tim Hutton."

Chris eyed the hand, then reached for it. "Christian Kane." He shifted, his hand rising up to check the back of his head. There was no knot, so he was probably okay. "So…who you work for?"

Hutton smiled. "You've never heard of us. We're a branch off the Federal government, Department of Inter-Species Investigation. I specialize in handling certain assets for the government, or eliminating certain threats, as the case may be."

Chris narrowed his eyes. "So you hunt Shades."

Hutton made a face and shrugged. "I don't think of it that way. I find people who have skills that we need and train them to do a job, and protect them. The hunting only happens when we have a situation like the one today." He stood and fiddled with the IV bag that was mostly empty. "I can hang another bag if you need it."

Chris shook his head. "No, I would rather just…find some water."

Hutton nodded. "Better for you too. But first, can I talk to you about a job?" He grinned and as much as Christian didn't trust him, he found himself liking the man.

"I don't need a job." Chris said. "I have family obligations to meet."

"Sure. I understand. Here." He pulled a card out of his pocket. "If you change your mind."

Chris took the card, frowning at him as Hutton leaned over to pull the IV needle. "You're just…letting me go?"

His thumb pressed down on Christian's arm as the needle slipped loose and he replaced it with a folded gauze pad, then a bandage to hold it down. "I have no reason to keep you." Hutton moved to open the ambulance door. "You tried to help, and that means that you are first, not a threat, and second, you might be valuable someday. But one thing I know from experience. People coerced into doing the job spend more time trying to get out of it than they actually put into it."

Chris stepped down out of the ambulance and looked around him. He could sense water nearby, lifting his face into the breeze that brought him the scent. Hutton sat on the bumper of the ambulance and pointed east. "Nearest body of water big enough to give you what you need is that way. I'd avoid swimming pools around here. People have been spiking their chemicals since we had a couple of scares." Chris looked back at him, not sure he knew what he meant. "Salt. Not a lot, but enough to muck up the works."

"Thanks." He hefted his bag onto his shoulder and headed out, not sure what to make of the man, or the fact that he was letting Christian go. There was so much fear in the world since his Nana died, fueled by bad movies that made Shades into blood-drinking, mindless savages that could kill with a touch and steal the souls of their victims and then there was the whole serial killer thing, which was what had gotten them exposed in the first place.

Christian had only been fourteen when the news broke, barely starting to recognize that he was different from his friends, just starting to learn what that meant. His father had still been alive, though Chris hardly knew him, he'd been living with his Nana since his mother had died when he was nine.

His name had been Michael Darchel and when he was finally caught he'd killed over 40 women and girls that the authorities knew about. It didn't matter in the end that he killed them because he was mentally disturbed. All anyone remembered was that he was a Shade and that he'd killed them by drinking their blood.

Christian found his way into a city park and the lure of water. He could probably due without a lengthy soak, but he felt jangled by the energy and it's sticky wrongness. He wanted to taste something cleaner. He found the pond and a place to stash his clothes and things before wading out into the water. It wasn't as clean as he'd like, not like the mountain streams and lakes that he loved, but it was better than stumbling into a swimming pool filled with chemicals and lined with salt that would leave him dry and hurting for weeks once it got into him.

It was cold and deep enough to let him sink into the dark and he wasted no time in swimming out to where the water was over his head and letting himself drift down into the icy embrace.

The movies got the whole darkness and fluids thing wrong too. It wasn't so much that they could breathe under water. It was more a matter of having a lung capacity that exceeded that of most humans, and a metabolism that relied somewhat less on the oxygen that the air provides.

He rose from the water and dressed, determined to find what he was looking for before the dawn. It was a part tradition, part ritual tied to the old ways, handed down from generation to generation. The book hidden in the grave was the original; the family tree, stories of generations past, the old ways of the line, rituals and treatments to enhance their natural gifts, to bring healing, to increase strength. Each time the line branched, a new book was begun, the tree and basics painstakingly copied by hand as a part of the learning process for the young man or woman coming into their rightful place.

Unfortunately, Christian's family's book had been destroyed in the suspicious fire that had taken his mother. His Nana always said that a part of their power died with it. All the words added as the family grew from the time it branched off of the original line…all the memories and names were gone, other than what little she had passed on to him as she died.

It was his duty to begin again, to copy what he needed from the book of his forefather, add what he could cull from the memories and images inside him, and start anew as he sought out the future.

He dressed in the dark quiet of the park, pulling his hair back and securing it with an elastic band before he checked his bag and his pockets, a routine drilled into him by his Nana when he was still small, and notoriously forgetful. Assured he had everything that had been there when he undressed, and nothing significantly extra, he headed out of the park to get his bearings.

The train station was to the west, which put the cemetery somewhere to his right. The moon was almost half full, the cool light soft on his skin. He stood for a moment in its embrace, until he felt someone approaching.

He blinked and looked around him. Three guys. So far they didn't seem to be willing to fight, but there was a smell of stale beer and Chris could tell it wouldn't take much to rile them.

Right, time to get moving. It was nearly midnight, and no good could come of three guys hanging in a city park drinking beer while Christian soaked up the comfort of the moon. No, better to get where he needed to be and get cover.

The advantage of being a shade is the ability to glide between shadows, relatively unseen. Two residential neighborhoods connected by shopping centers brought him to the gates of the cemetery. It was an old one, no longer active. Parts of it were rotting and falling apart, but that made getting into it easy, even with the locked gates.

Row after row of crumbling headstones and crypts lead him back in time until he started to encounter stones with familiar names. Thomas Victor Kane. He stopped and turned to face the overly large plot.

He inhaled deeply, centered himself and felt for the memory. It bubbled up and around him, filling him and when he opened his eyes, he stepped forward, hand stroking reverently over the stone to the button that would open the secret compartment.

With a quiet snick, a door eased open in the side of the stone. Christian exhaled and leaned in to get a look. The book was dusty and right where it was supposed to be. He pulled it out and brushed dust and years from its faded leather cover. Hands from as far back in his line as could be remembered had held this book, written in it, used it to better the world around them.

That was the easy part.

With the book in his hands, Christian went to kneel on the grave, where he could touch his forehead to the marble. He opened the book, running a finger over the ancient pages and the names of his ancestors, tracing the branch that his line had come from. He recited them slowly, softly, like a sacred prayer to gods long silent, fifteen generations to the place where the branch broke off. None of his more recent ancestors had been back in a while to update the book.

He dug into the memory given him by his Nana to name the others, men, women…the people who kept their secret and lived their lives in peace. He stilled and listened to the night, to the moon and stars, to the voices inside him. He closed his eyes and leaned in to the stone, ready for the shock that he had been told to expect.

Cold fire sought out the connections inside him, the gifts, the seeds of power that came with being the heir to not just a clan, but an entire line. It surged through him.

"Peace be upon you, Christian. We call you brother and son. Rise up as the last of the Kane line. Our family goes with you."

There was a rush of wind, icy and fast, then the night fell silent and he was once again alone, kneeling in the dirt. Breathing in deep, he put the book into his bag, along with the new one he meant to copy it into and stood. He was a little wobbly with the expense of energy to integrate everything and tired from the long day.

A hotel was next on his list, someplace he could rest in darkness and sleep without worrying about being found.

"Well, well, boys. Looky what we found."

Christian turned, spotting one of the guys from the park. "You know what we got here? We got us a genuine shade, like in them movies."

"Naw, you know that's just a story they tell to scare folks, Pete. He's just a sick fuck who likes to jack off on graves."

"Maybe he was stealing. We should look in his bag." The third one came from behind the grave.

"I hear them shades like to keep things in graves, they make their newly turned come and fetch them." The one called Pete was coming closer.

Chris held up both hands. "Look, guys. I don't want any trouble."

"You were in the lake, when it was freezing. We lost you twice coming here. You were kneeling on the grave of a suspected shade. What's that make you?"

"Just a guy paying his respects." Chris said taking an experimental step forward.

"You a coward too?"

He sensed the stick and ducked, but the movement sent him into Pete and the fist expertly aimed at his stomach. He swung, and missed, disoriented as he was spun around, and sent hurtling into one of the others. "What are you waiting for!" Pete screamed and as Christian found his feet, he felt heat and pain exploding in his cheek as the stick landed solid and dropped him to the ground.

He pulled the bag close, determined to protect it even as he curled around it, trying to keep away from their feet and their makeshift weapons.

His fingers curled in the straps, held on even as they beat him until he couldn't any more.

Once they got it from him, they dumped the contents and rummaged through them, picking up the book. "Please…"

"Is this it? This all you were protecting, some old book?" Pete kicked him hard in the stomach, then the face. "Some stupid book?"

He cracked the binding and dumped it next to Christian. The three of them kicked him and beat him and ultimately left him there in the dirt over his ancestor's grave.

Christian grabbed the pieces he could, the loose pages and hidden treasures tucked into the pages, pulled them in against his chest, shivering as he tried to reach his hand to the cool marble, but falling into the dark before he could.

The buzzing wasn't entirely in his head, though some of it was. His face hurt, his arms were heavy, everything felt thick. He dragged himself up out of the dark, wincing when he opened his eyes and there was too much light, too much noise, too much…

"Oh, sorry," a muffled voice said, then the lights were gone and the room was a much more manageable dark, with only the soft light coming in the door and the green glow of whatever monitor was beside the bed.

So…hospital.

He grunted and took inventory. He was on his side, both hands bandaged. Left ankle in a cast. They were feeding blood into him from an IV and there were other various cuts and bruises. He would live, though recovery might take a while.

Christian opened his eyes again, half surprised to find the chair by the bed occupied by Hutton. He offered a smile. "They found my card on you when they brought you in. I got you transferred out of the ER to someplace that's a little more secure."

He moved to sit up, and Hutton reached out to stop him. "Take it easy. You're lucky. Your back got pretty burned. Now, the doctor says you should make a full recovery, but you need to go slow."

"Where?" Christian asked, settling back onto his side.

"Special ward at a hospital in DC. We got you stabilized locally, then brought you here."

"Special?"

The agent smiled. "Our lead doctor is a shade. He knows how to treat you."

Chris nodded. That would mean he wouldn't need to worry about saline solutions and medications that were toxic to his system. "Good to know."

"How you feeling?"

Chris winced as he shifted and other pains made themselves known. "Like three fucking assholes kicked the shit out of me." He stiffened as he remembered. "My stuff."

Hutton stood and went to a closet. "If you had any cash, they took it."

"Not what I care about." Chris sat up, groaning as his back protested the movement. His bag looked a little worse for wear as it was handed to him, dirty and ripped. He set it on the bed and opened it. The book was torn and pages were stuffed haphazardly into it.

"I'm told they collected as much as they could, but I'm afraid some of it was lost." Hutton went back to sitting, crossing one leg over the other knee as he watched Christian sort through the pieces. "Your Book of Line?"

He was surprised how much the man knew about the truth. Christian nodded. "Our family branched more than ten generations ago, but our book was lost when I was small."

"And you are now the last of that line."

Chris narrowed his eyes.

Tim held up his hands. "It's my job. I traced your name. The last Kane alive that I could find."

Chris nodded slowly and turned his eyes to the book. "My Nana…grandmother died a few years ago."

"But it's more than that, Christian. I traced your whole line, all the branches off that tree." He pointed to the book. "Near as I can tell, you're the last."

Chris shook his head. "We've lost a lot the last few generations, but I'm sure-"

Tim stood, pacing. "No, Son. I'm afraid I'm very thorough. When you're up to it, I'll bring you the proof."

It was stupid to feel suddenly alone. Completely alone. He never knew any of the extended line, no one in the family really other than his father and Nana. Still, something inside him was suddenly hollow and he couldn't get enough air.

"I thought I told you he shouldn't sit up."

Chris looked up at the sound of the new voice, a deep, rich baritone that was soothing.

"You say that like I have some control over the boy." Hutton responded, shaking his head. "Christian, may I introduce your doctor, William Anthony."

Chris looked him over. He was middle-aged, his hair a dark red, his hands large as they lifted his stethoscope. "Your back is probably not happy about the change in position."

He had to concede that point, the burned skin was cracked and screaming at him. Chris eased down slowly. "I'm told I'll be fine, Doc." Chris said warily as he approached.

"You've never been treated by your own kind?" the doctor asked, his tone vaguely surprised.

"Never knew my own kind outside my family." Chris responded. The doctor held the stethoscope to Christian's heart, then his lungs, listening for a long time before he nodded and stepped back.

"Well, the good news is that your lungs and heart are recovering well, so I can move treatment on to that back of yours."

Chris squinted up at him. "What?"

"I take it our good agent here didn't give you the details?"

Chris shook his head.

"Well, young man, you are very lucky you were found when you were. Those burns could have been much worse, however, of more concern were the broken ribs and the damage they caused. Internal bleeding, your lungs were both injured, fortunately only one of them was punctured."

Chris frowned. "How long was I out?"

"Three days, give or take, assuming you passed out before the beating was over. You probably wouldn't have made it if the ER hadn't found Timothy's card and called him. They were already running saline lines when we got there to fetch you."

Dr. Anthony checked his IV as he said it. "Looks like you could use some more fluids. Once we get that back looking a little better I'll prescribe you some water therapy. We have some great soaking pools here." He circled around to Christian's back and he loosened the ties of the gown. "Hmmm…how's this?"

There was a cooling sensation that swept over the most painful area. "Good." Chris said as it ended. "I can probably--"

His hand landed on Chris' shoulder. "No, I don't want you trying to heal yourself. It takes too much energy. Leave that to me. In the meantime, I'm going to increase your anti-biotics and ease back on the pain meds. If it's too much though, you can always ask for more."

Chris wasn't sure he wanted to know how bad he actually was, if this was the pain with meds in his system.

"For now, you get some rest. Mr. Hutton can come back when we have you a little more stable. I'll be back after my rounds to give you a thorough treatment for that back."

It was two days before Dr. Anthony left off his back and started working on his ankle. An hour at a time, twice a day the doctor came into the room and worked, a combination of conventional medicine and shade healing.

Christian had never seen anything like it. After the second session, the doctor seemed to sense his curiosity. "Do you have any training?" he asked with his hand cool on Christian's back.

"Some. My Nana tried. But it was just the two of us, and I had school and chores, there wasn't a lot of time."

"Can you hear this?"

Chris nodded and licked his lips. His grandmother was the only one he'd ever tried talking to that way. "Okay, take a deep breath and close your eyes."

When he had done that, he felt the sensation of a hand on his forehead. "Good, breathe and follow me."

Chris did his best to clumsily follow his lead, watching the flow of energy like water over his skin, soaking in, seeking out the damage. It was a completely different view than when he did it for himself. He moved in patches, his hands not quite touching skin, feeling for the places that needed him most.

After that, Chris watched each session that way and when Dr. Anthony turned to his cast-bound ankle, he let Chris take the lead. "Here, feel first, let the body tell you what it needs." He held Christian's hand over the spot. "Feel past the plaster. Good.

He could only work for a few minutes before fatigue washed through him, and Dr. Anthony took over, letting him lay back and rest. Christian drifted toward sleep, but came back up when he felt a nurse enter. He pushed up on his elbows.

"Time for this cast to come off. Take Mr. Kane down to X-ray after that. I want a better picture. Then give him a half hour in pool number 1." Dr. Anthony patted his good foot. "You're in good hands with Eliza. I'll see you this afternoon."

Eliza came to the side of the bed with a wheelchair and helped him off the bed. "Eliza, eh?"

She smiled. "Eliza Dushku, Mr. Kane. Let's see if we can get you out of that plaster prison."

An hour later, Eliza wheeled him into a room filled with small pools. She stopped beside the first one. "Pool number one." She held an arm for him to use as leverage out of the chair and helped him out of the hospital gown.

He shivered a little in just the light cotton shorts she had given him for modesty's sake. "It isn't deep, so you can just lay back and relax." She supported him down into the water and when he was sitting she smiled. "I'll be back in a half hour."

Cool, but not cold, the water was like a companion he had left behind, embracing him as he lay back into it, covering him like a blanket. It barely covered him, his nose stuck up out of the water, but he didn't care. It was perfect.

It took him a few minutes to realize that it wasn't just water though. It was subtle. The mineral balance ideal, the electric current a gentle buzz along his skin. He had heard that the right amount of certain minerals and electricity could boost the natural gifts, provide soothing healing that required little expenditure of energy. He had never had a place to test that.

The half hour sped by and all too soon, Eliza was helping him back up out of the water and into a robe and slippers. "Like that?" She grinned. "You look like you liked that."

"It was amazing."

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Wait until you get to try number three. Deep and cold and it tingles in all the right places, if you know what I mean."

Chris looked up at her and she laughed. "What? You didn't think Dr. Feel Good was the only one of us in medicine, did you? We were made for this." She pushed the chair out into the hallway. "Got to take care of our own, you know?"

Fucking Tease, RPS, NC-17

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:52:52 GMT

Fandom: RPS
Title: Fucking Tease
Pairing/Characters: Chris/Jeff, Jared, Jason Manns, Steve Carlson, implied Jensen/Daneel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6268
Summary: Jensen introduces Jeff to Chris and the rest of his friends. Dinner, drinking and karaoke follow. Chris decides very early in the evening that he's going home with Jeff before the morning comes.

A/Ns & Warnings: Written for ziplockeddaze who wanted first time fic where Jensen or Jared introduced Chris & Jeff. Warnings include a fairly agressive Chris, a very drunk Jeff, first time with a guy (Jeff), oral, and awkward morning after.

"No, I know. I'll get there. I might be late though. Go on without me." Jensen said, holding up a hand to thank the bar tender for his beer. "Tell Manns he owes me a shot."

He grinned as Jeff turned to look at him. "No, Jared can't have those cookies. Your mother made them for me. Tell him to get his own. Yeah, I'll see you there. Later."

"You don't have to sit here and baby-sit me, Jensen." Jeff said, lifting his beer. "You go be with your friends."

Jensen shook his head. "No, Jason just…he likes everyone there early, and he's not even on until like nine. It's just an excuse to get drunk and tell the same stories…it'll keep. Besides, you're my friend too."

Jeff sort of smiled, but drank from his beer before it fully developed. "So, what's got you all out of sorts?" Jensen asked

Jeff made a face and threw down a twenty to cover the tab. "Just…" he shook his head. "I don't know. I feel old and alone." He slugged down half his beer and sighed. "And now I feel guilty because you're here with me instead of with that beautiful woman and your friends."

Jensen put his beer down. "So, come with me. We'll drink some beer, listen to Jason's new music, we usually go out after for more drinks and food. You can crash at my place tonight…okay, so it's Daneel's place, but I'm sure she won't mind."

Jeff shook his head. "I don't want to intrude. You two don't get enough time together as it is."

"I insist." Jensen said. "It'll do you some good. No pressure, no need to pretend to be anything you're not. Just friends hanging together."

"I won't know anyone." Jeff's voice would be a whine on anyone else and Jensen has to hide his smirk.

"You'll know me and Jared and Daneel. I'll introduce you to Jason. If you don't enjoy yourself, you can bug out any time you want."

He was almost sure Jeff would refuse and just head home, but as he finished his beer, Jeff nodded. "Okay. Fine. I don't really want to be alone tonight."

Jensen smiled and tossed off his beer. "I'll see about getting us a cab. Stupid club is half way across town."

It wasn't Jeff's sort of scene, and he was just about ready to bail out when Jensen grabbed his elbow and pulled him outside. "We're just about to head for food. You're riding with me and Daneel."

"Actually, Jen…I'm just going to catch a cab home."

"Home?" Jared asked, draping himself over Jeff's back. "You can't go home! It's early and we're going for Chinese, and karaoke after.

Jeff shakes his head. "I am not going to karaoke with you."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun." Jared tugged him toward the cabs that were waiting at the curb. Jared was clearly a little more intoxicated than Jeff, and by the time they got to the car, he was tilting toward Jeff more than a little. "Food, some music, more drinks…just what the doctor ordered."

"Doctor?"

Jared pushed him against the car and laughed. "Dr. Jared. It's good for what ails ya!"

He opened the door and pushed Jeff in. "I got Jeff!" Jared yelled out to Jensen, laughing and climbing into the car. Jared patted his knee as they set off. "You just leave it all to me. I've taken care of everything."

Jeff snorted. "Whatever you say, Jared."

The restaurant wasn't far away, and Jensen's cab was right behind them as they got out.

"About fucking time." Jeff looked up to find two men approaching.

Jared opened his arms and swept the nearer of them into a hug.

"Chris!" Jensen moved in behind Jared to get a hug too. "Steve. What the devil are you two doing here?"

"Jared called, said you were headed here for food, post show. We couldn't get out of the airport fast enough to get to the show, but I'm starving." Steve said, hugging Jensen too.

"You two, this is Jeff. Jeff, Christian Kane and Steve Carlson."

"Ah yes, I've heard a lot about you." Jeff said, shaking Steve's hand, then Christian's.

"All lies, I'm sure." Chris said, taking his hand. He looked up at Jeff with a smirk and a wink that made Jeff's stomach lurch. He let go to hug Daneel and Jason. "Come on, let's get with the eating."

Chris and Steve led the way in to a mostly empty restaurant. It was pretty late, and they got a table in the back. Jeff took a seat, beside Jared and Chris landed to his left, smirking at him as he lifted a hand and called out for a bottle of whiskey.

There was a flurry of conversation, most of which whizzed past Jeff in a haze of things he knew nothing about. Then a hand touched his arm. "Don't you just hate when they're like this?" Chris poured two glasses out of the bottle of Jack and handed one to Jeff. "You'd think we never see each other…don't talk on the phone. Shit, I spent an hour talking to Jensen just yesterday."

Jeff took a deep breath and stiff drink of his whiskey. "I just feel out of place. And old." He shook his head. He hadn't meant to say that. He should have just gone home.

"Shit, Son. I hear that." Chris drawled with some sort of country twang Jeff hadn't heard before. "Got so beat up on my last job it's a wonder I'm walking. You know?"

Jeff nodded, feeling the last couple of throw downs at rehearsals that week in his hips and ass. Still, something about Chris amused him, pulled him out of his sulk. "I got a few years on you, Son." Jeff replied, stressing the word with a grin.

"You ain't so old." Chris answered, punching his shoulder lightly. "At least not according to your IMDB page."

Jeff quirked an eyebrow at him. "You've ready my IMDB page?"

Chris blushed a little and raised his glass. "A time or two…you know how you get started in one place and sorta click on links and end up somewhere else entirely?"

Something about that didn't ring entirely true, but Jeff didn't press as food arrived that he hadn't realized they had ordered. Conversation turned to work and music, and Chris jumped in to the conversation with gusto.

Jeff found himself grinning as Jensen told some story about Supernatural and Jared getting pranked by the crew. "Wait, so Mr. Prankmaster got got?" Jeff asked, ruffling Jared's hair.

"Hey!" Jared pulled away in mock indignation, laughing. "I let them have it." Jared said.

"Right, that's not how I heard it." Chris laughed, leaning over Jeff to playfully swat at Jared, who pulled away, making Chris over-extend and end up in Jeff's lap. He put a hand down on Jeff's knee and pushed himself up. "Oh. Sorry." Though, Jeff got the distinct impression that he wasn't. Not exactly. Chris smirked at him and pushed himself up. "I think that requires more alcohol." Chris grabbed the bottle, poured more into Jeff's glass, then his own, then he passed the bottle.

When Jared's glass was full, Chris raised his and everyone followed. "To friends, new, " he winked at Jeff, "…and old…to good jobs and great music and getting paid to do this crazy shit we love."

"Here, here." Jensen echoed and glasses clinked together. All around him, the younger men tilted their heads back and downed their shots while Jeff went at his a little more conservatively. He sipped off the top, but before he could put the glass down, there was a hand on the bottom of the glass, holding it close to Jeff's face.

"Oh, no." Chris said, leaning in close, his voice low and in Jeff's ear. "You have to drink it all. Open." His lips brushed Jeff's ear and Jeff didn't understand why that had him flushed, but he could feel heat running through him. His mouth opened and Chris' hand on the glass pushed it to Jeff's lips, helping him tip it back.

The whiskey filled his mouth, though the fire that burned down into his stomach wasn't purely from the alcohol. Jeff swallowed and let Chris have the glass, lifting his napkin to wipe his face. He pushed his chair back and stood. "I'll be right back."

He needed to get some space and clear his head. He wasn't this guy. He didn't even like guys. Jeff shook his head as he got into the men's room. It was the alcohol. And his mood. He just needed to go the fuck home.

He turned the water on in the sink, running it cold and leaning down to splash it up onto his face. It was dumb, letting himself get worked up over playful flirting that probably wasn't even flirting. He saw how Jared and Jensen were with each other. It stood to reason their friends were the same way. Didn't mean anything.

Besides, he was in control of his own faculties. He wasn't going to be seduced by something as sinfully gorgeous as that man.

Jeff exhaled and straightened up, only to find Christian's face smiling back at him from the mirror. "Just thought I'd make sure you were okay." Chris said, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I'm fine." Jeff responded, pulling his eyes away. "Just…all that alcohol…needed to get some air.

"I thought maybe you needed to get away from me." Chris came closer, cutting Jeff off from the door.

"Don't be silly." Jeff shook his head.

"Silly? Maybe…so you don't want me to leave you alone?"

"What? No…I mean…" Jeff shook his head. His thoughts were muddled by the alcohol. Chris was coming closer and Jeff took a step back, only to find his back against the wall. "I…I don't know what you want…"

Chris grinned and kept coming until their chests were touching. "Am I not being obvious enough? Most people don't accuse me of being subtle."

"I…we just met." Jeff licked his lips and tried moving to the left, but Chris just moved with him.

"Never stopped me before." Chris lifted a hand and touched him, palm to Jeff's chest. It wasn't all that intimate or sexual, but Jeff felt himself flushing head to toe.

"No." Jeff exhaled. "I'm not…I don't…" He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together. "Guys. I don't do guys."

When he opened his eyes, Chris was looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "Neither did I, until the first time I did."

"That makes no sense." Jeff pushed past him, Chris' hand trailing down to Jeff's stomach and around his hip before landing on his ass and squeezing.

"Makes perfect sense." Chris said.

Jeff headed for the door, Chris right behind them. They were in the hallway, two steps from being seen when Chris pushed him into the wall. "I want you. I usually get what I want." He leaned in, his body pressing into Jeff's. "Before the sun comes up, I'm going to suck your cock and blow your mind."

Jeff shuddered, the image of Christian on his knees filling his head. "Oh?" His knees are a little weak and Chris smiled at him, making Jeff feel like he'd just been claimed.

"That's a promise." Chris stepped back, pulling a hand through his hair and preceding Jeff back into the restaurant.

Jeff shook his head to clear it and inhaled deeply before stepping out of the hallway and heading for the table. He didn't sit, just leaned on the back of his chair while pulling out his wallet. "You're not leaving." Jensen said standing. "We're going into the bar." He pointed at an archway.

Jeff shook his head. "I should go home."

Jared pouted up at him. "You can't go yet. It isn't even midnight."

"Put your wallet away." Jensen pulled on his arm. "It's Steve's turn to pay. Come with me. I'll get you a drink and you can watch us make fools of ourselves singing."

"Speak for yourself, Ackles." Chris said. "You're the one who gets nervous and forgets the words when they're right in front of you."

"At least he can sing." Jason said, standing now too and throwing his napkin at Jared, who stood quickly.

Jensen pulled Jeff out of the crossfire as they started throwing things at each other. "Come on, lets get out of their way before Jared starts throwing the sweet & sour pork." Daneel ducked through the barrage to take Jensen's hand.

Jeff let himself get dragged into the bar and Jensen deposited him and Daneel at a table while he went to the bar for drinks. There were only a few people in the place, a young couple near the stage, a few businessmen in the corner and some rockstar wannabe on stage tearing apart a Led Zepplin song.

"Now that right there is a tragedy." Chris said as he straddled the chair next to Jeff with a grin.

"Look, I--" Jeff was going to say more, but Jensen appeared just then with a round of drinks and Jason and Steve showed up debating who was going to sing first.

Jensen smacked Chris and gestured to the stage. Chris grinned, winked at Jeff and was gone. Moments later, after the wannabe had finished, the sounds of "Sweet Home Alabama" filled the room and Jeff looked up to find Chris and Jensen grinning as they launched into the lyrics. Steve and Jason both yelled out "Unfair!" making Chris laugh and shrug.

"Snooze you lose, Carlson." Chris said into the mic between verses.

Jared slid into the seat Chris had just left. "You going to sing for us?"

Jeff shook his head, sipping on his beer. "You guys don't need that."

Jared reached out and snatched the book from Steve, slapping it down in front of Jeff. "Everyone has to do at least one."

Jeff's eyes flashed up to the stage where Chris and Jensen seemed to be having a really good time. Jeff let Jared pull him back to the book. They page through all kinds of songs, his ear still tuned to the stage and Chris' voice. It suits him, rough around the edges and all smooth and sexy underneath.

Jeff shook his head and forced himself to focus. He still thought he should just go home, but Jared was smiling and pointing and a hand rubs up his back, warm and personal and Jeff can feel his face flush as Chris leans over his shoulder to see what they're looking at.

From the stage Jeff can tell it's Jason singing, but he doesn't recognize the song. Chris reaches over his shoulder and points. "You should sing that." He grabbed one of the beers on the table and pulled back.

Jeff looked up at him. "Johnny Cash? I can't do Johnny Cash."

Chris grinned wickedly after swallowing a mouthful of beer. "Didn't ask you to have sex with the man. Just sing the song."

Jeff looked away, he had no response to that. Daneel reached out and touched his hand. "Just do it, or Chris will never let you out of here. Trust me. I know this from experience."

"Drink up. Liquid courage." Chris reached out to grab the shots Steve was coming back to the table with. He shoved one at Jeff. "Don't ask, just drink."

Every instinct in his body told him to put down the glass and run. He wasn't young enough for this game. And yet, he held the glass up in echo of Chris and tilted it into his mouth. "Maybe we work up to the Cash." Chris leaned over him again and flipped a few pages. "How about Eagles?"

"You boys are the singers…I'll just listen." Jeff answered, moving back in his chair.

"Like hell." Chris said in his ear, so close his whiskers scratched Jeff's neck. "You're up after Jared…then you'll see you've got nothing to worry about." Jared smacked him and Chris laughed.

Steve was singing when Jeff turned to look. Jeff had heard Steve's music before, but somehow this was different, his voice smooth and sexy as he glided through a love song.

He wasn't even finished before Jared was bouncing to be the one on stage, with Jensen beside Jeff chuckling. It was easy to see why when Jared's music started and "I Touch Myself" was the song he chose. He couldn't carry a tune, and he was more interested in playing at being sexy and touching himself than actually singing, but he was clearly enjoying the hell out it, despite the groaning from his companions.

Chris started pulling Jeff out of his seat, but Jeff resisted, at least until Daneel handed him his beer, giving him another blast of liquid courage in him before Chris was shoving him toward the stage.

"I've never done this." Jeff said when Chris punched in the number of his song on the machine and handed Jeff the microphone.

"It's easy, just watch the screen. The words light up when it's time to sing them. Relax and listen to the music."

"Easy for you to say." Jeff muttered, though he stepped up on the small stage with Chris prodding him. The music started and Jeff looked out at their table, then away, but that just had him looking at Chris, whose face was filled with expectation and that was maybe worse.

"One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights, we're gonna find out, pretty mama what turns on your lights. The full moon is calling. The fever is high and the wicked wind whispers and moans."

Jared was applauding and yelling out at him. Jeff shook his head and watched the words on the screen. "You got your demons , you got desires, well, I got a few of my own. Oo, someone to be kind to in between the dark and the light. Oo, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights."

He relaxed then, with the first chorus down and watched as Chris went back to the table. He was sweating more than a little from the whiskey, and the stage lights and the fact that he was thinking about the way Chris pushed him into the wall and wondering what he would have done had Chris kissed him.

He missed his next entrance because he was thinking about Chris kissing him and he stumbled over the words, finally catching up at the chorus again. He was grateful when the music finally came to an end and he could put down the microphone and go back to the table.

Daneel & Jensen were standing and clapping as he came back to the table, and Chris was holding out another shot. He knew better, and yet he found his hand taking the shot and he tipped it back without prodding.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Chris slung an arm around Jeff's shoulders and drew him back to the table. Jeff reached for his beer, washing down the taste of the whiskey. He was really starting to feel the alcohol in his system.

Jeff found himself sitting, with Chris beside him, leaning over him, giving Jensen and Daneel a hard time about the kissing they were doing when Chris clearly thought they should be singing. Music and jokes and more drinks all swirled around him, then Chris was tugging on his hand, making him focus, pulling him up toward the stage. "No…man…I'm done."

Chris grinned at him and pushed him into a chair near the stage. "Sit here then, I wanna sing to you."

Music started, familiar, but Jeff couldn't place it, not until Chris started singing. "Love is a burning thing, and it makes a firery ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell in to a ring of fire..."

Jeff could feel himself blushing and he turned back to the table, only to find that it was empty. He turned back to Chris who was looking right at him, his eyes flaring. "I fell in to a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire…the ring of fire."

Jeff's body thrummed with odd emotions, conflicting notions of lust and need and the practical truth…although he wasn't sure he could call it truth because here he was, his cock twitching inside his pants in response to the lust and demand in Christian's face as he moved closer, leaning down to sing into Jeff's face.

"The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet. I fell for you like a child, oh, but the fire went wild… I fell in to a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire…the ring of fire."

Jeff was buzzing, burning and Chris was kissing him, the microphone forgotten. Jeff grabbed a hold of Chris to keep from falling off the chair and Chris pulled on him, getting him to his feet.

The next thing Jeff was aware of, they were outside and there was a cab and Chris was tugging on him to get him into it. "Holy fuck I'm drunk." Jeff said as Chris climbed in behind him.

"No shit. What's your address?"

"What?" Jeff frowned at him.

"Address? Where you live. I'm taking you home?"

Jeff fumbled out his address still frowning, and as the car started moving, Jeff shook his head. "You coming home with me?"

"Never thought you'd ask." Chris said, leaning in and kissing him. "Unless you know you wanna go to Steve's place and do this on his couch. In which case, you're kinkier than I would have thought."

"Holy fuck I'm drunk," was Jeff's response, rubbing over his face. He was flustered by the closeness of Christian's body, the way he hovered and the way he tasted. Tasted.

Jeff licked his lower lip, moaning a little at the flavor of whiskey and beer and a little bit of salt. Chris' tongue followed, first over his own lip, and then over Jeffs. "Going to make you feel so good." Chris whispered, the words hot on Jeff's lips. "Going to take you home and make you yell for me."

Jeff closed his eyes, trying to will himself to something closer to sober, but Chris wasn't done with him, kissing him again, pressing him into the seat. Jeff's lips fell open, even though he's partly sure that earlier he'd told himself he wasn't going to do this.

Fuck, he didn't even know what this was. Because Jeff was pretty sure that all the women he'd been with would agree that Jeff loves women. He loves their curves, and the soft feeling of their breasts in his hand, the taste of them, the feeling of being inside them…and really, all that thought was doing was making him all the more aroused and when Chris' hand moved to cup his cock, Jeff could feel the way his lips turned up in a grin. "See, knew you wanted what I got."

The car came to a stop and Chris tossed money through the window, backing out of the door and pulling Jeff by the collar of his shirt. Together they stumbled up the walk and Jeff fumbled in his pocket for keys before Chris slapped his hands away and shoved his hand into the pocket and came out with them. The door opened and they sort of fell through, Bisou running to greet them, her tail wagging.

"This must be Bisou." Chris said, squatting and putting a hand out for the dog to sniff. "Whoa, you okay?"

Jeff was leaning into the wall, but he nodded, nearly upsetting his balance. Chris reached for him, one hand on his hip, the other pulling him up by his belt loop. "Okay, just lean back. I got you."

And by that, Jeff was pretty sure he meant he had Jeff's cock, because he was suddenly surrounded by warm skin, though when Chris had managed to get his zipper down, he wasn't sure, so maybe he was more drunk than he thought.

"Oh…" Jeff's body tightened, his hips hitching forward as his cock was suddenly bathed in wet heat and surrounded by suction…and clearly it didn't matter one tiny bit that Chris was a guy at that moment, because Jeff's cock didn't know the difference.

Chris shifted on the floor in front of him, putting one knee down and sucking his way up off Jeff's dick, licking and laving over the tip, tongue tickling under the head before taking a pass of tiny licks down the side to the base. Jeff moaned obscenely, his own stance widening to give him more room and when Chris blew cool air over wet skin, Jeff shivered and reached for him.

One hand tangled in Chris' hair, tugging. Chris chuckled and responded by opening his mouth and taking Jeff in again, swallowing as his tongue fluttered along the underside, then humming until Jeff was sure he was going to lose it, then suddenly the suction was gone. Jeff was panting as Chris turned his head, looking up at him. "You still with me, old man?"

Jeff swallowed, the gravely voice pulling him back from the edge just a little. "You always a tease, boy?" Jeff managed to ask, reaching for his cock. Chris blocked his hands.

"Oh, I ain't teasing, just getting warmed up."

Chris stood, his hand holding Jeff's cock tightly as he pressed Jeff into the wall. "But I want you in bed…want you naked…want to make you crazy for me before I give you what you want."

"What…what do I want?"

Chris grinned and kissed him. "Me of course. Bedroom?"

Jeff was spinning, his cock hurt with need and this was not how he'd planned this evening to go. "Up…upstairs."

"Come on then." Chris stepped back but didn't let go of Jeff's cock, pulling him off the wall and walking backward until he could see the stairs. His hand tightened, then stroked up and back down. Jeff's answering groan reverberated in his chest and at that exact moment, he would have followed Chris anywhere.

His pants fell to his knees by the time they reached the top of the staircase, and Jeff left them in the hall as they moved into the bedroom, Chris still leading him by the dick. "Get your shirt off." Chris said as he went back to one knee, licking and sucking at Jeff and making it difficult for him to remember he was supposed to be doing something.

Chris let his hands slide up Jeff's thighs, to his hips, then started pushing him back until Jeff's knees found the edge of the bed and he was falling over backward, scrambling to hold onto something, but there was nothing to break the fall, just the bed that caught him and held him as Chris rose up and started pulling his own clothes off.

Jeff found himself watching breathlessly, his hand stroking his cock absently as Chris exposed his stomach and then his chest. "Like what you see?"

Jeff licked his lips, wondered how they'd gotten here…and how much he was going to regret in the morning. "Thought you didn't do guys, Mr. Morgan." Chris teased as he dropped his jeans and his cock sprang up hard and red. "Could it be you're changing your story?"

"Could be you're a goddamn fucking tease." Jeff growled, though he hissed when Chris grabbed him again.

Chris laughed and stroked him. "Yeah? Maybe I am. Maybe I'll just tease until you can't talk anymore."

"You promised me a blow job that would blow my mind." Jeff responded, lifting up on his elbows. "So far all you're doing is blowing smoke."

"For a man who didn't want this, you're awful pushy." Chris said, just before he leaned in and sucked at the tip of Jeff's cock. He climbed up onto the bed before letting him go, grinning down at Jeff while he sought out the best position. "I'm going to give you the best blow job you ever had."

"Then quit talking about it." Jeff grumbled, pulling himself up toward the pillows to give him some room.

Chris straddled one leg, his cock pressing into Jeff's thigh as he cupped Jeff's balls in one hand. He licked the tip of his tongue around the edges of the head and then up through the slit.

Jeff's ass clenched and his hips moved, searching out the heat he wanted, but Chris just pulled his mouth away, his hand rolling Jeff's balls, then squeezing. Hot air preceded the touch of his mouth again, this time taking Jeff whole and bobbing up and down quickly until Jeff was lifting his hips to meet each downward stroke.

Chris put the hand not currently massaging Jeff's balls onto his hip and pushed him down, then sucked hard and slowly inched his way up Jeff's dick, his lips catching under the head and pulling a little before he opened his mouth and took Jeff deep again and repeated the slow sucking up.

"Fuck." Jeff clutched at the comforter in an effort not to clutch at Christian's hair when Chris added teeth to the pull on his head and a squeeze to the base of his cock to keep him from exploding right then.

With the head still caught in his teeth, Chris' tongue darted out to lick up the pre-come, then his fingers closed around the base, twisting as Chris sucked and slowly swallowed the whole thing again. Jeff writhed, his ass clenching against the bed as he tried to push up, but Chris just pressed hard and took more of Jeff into him, his throat just opening up and taking it.

"Fuck." Jeff said again as Chris looked up at him, through his hair, his eyes wicked, his mouth stuffed full of Jeff's cock and Jeff reached for him in warning, but Chris just pushed his hand away and swallowed around him, and he kept swallowing as Jeff's dick emptied itself down his throat.

Jeff was still breathing heavy when Chris finally stopped sucking and licking and swallowing. "Now…what was that about being a tease?" Chris asked as he lay out over Jeff, his cock rubbing in the crease of Jeff's hip. His kiss was hot and messy and Jeff could taste himself on Chris' tongue, something he was pretty sure shouldn't be hot enough to spark new interest from his cock when it had just come pretty damn hard.

Jeff nipped at Christian's lip when he tried to pull away. "I think you're a—" Jeff groaned as Chris ground his hips against Jeff, sliding over his over-sensitive cock. "…fucking tease…" He gasped out the words before shoving Chris off him and straddling him to hold him down. He panted down at him before hesitantly reaching for the hard line of his cock.

Chris stopped him just as he got the dick in his hand. "Jeff…you don't have to do anything…"

Jeff's lips quirked up in a half smile. "Oh, you gonna jerk off for me now, boy? Put on a show?" Jeff pumped his hand up and down the shaft. "What? You think that just because I don't usually do this for other guys I don't know how?" He swiped a thick thumb over the tip and twisted his hand around, making Chris jerk up into his hand. "Been taking care of myself a long time."

Chris didn't let go of his wrist, just bit his lip as Jeff continued to stroke him slowly. On the fourth pass over the tip, Jeff's thumb came away wet with pre-come. Without thinking, he lifted his hand and sucked his thumb into his mouth, tasting the salty slick over the pad. Chris groaned, his hand relinquishing Jeff's wrist to cup the back of his head and draw him down to kiss, his tongue chasing the taste of himself into the corners of Jeff's mouth.

Jeff let his hand go back to the job of jerking Chris off while he let Chris drive the kissing part. He wasn't usually a messy kisser, but this was hot and wet and tongues and teeth and lips pulled, licked, sucked…before Chris got his mouth away from Jeff's lips and started sucking on other bits of skin, over his chin, licking at the whiskers like they were sweet, growling as he reached the sweaty skin of Jeff's neck.

That growl reverberated through Jeff's chest and his hand sped up as it twisted and pulled. Chris moved his hips, his dick sliding rapidly now through Jeff's hand as he licked and nipped at the muscle in his neck. "Shit." Chris breathed into wet skin, grabbing at Jeff and as hot come spilled onto Jeff's hand, Chris bit down.

They both yelled out and fell back to the bed, side by side, panting until Christian tugged Jeff's hand up and slowly sucked each finger into his mouth, cleaning off the come.

Between the alcohol still raging through his body and the exhaustion of the night, Jeff was feeling the weight of sleep in his bones, his eyes closing. He felt Chris get out of bed, vaguely heard him in the bathroom, then Chris was pulling on blankets, tucking Jeff's feet in under the sheet. "Here, sit up enough to drink this." He was holding a glass of water. Jeff took it, sipping. "Take these. Your head will thank me tomorrow." He handed Jeff two aspirin and when Jeff had swallowed them and at least half the water, Chris took the glass, setting it on the night stand.

The bed dipped again, the blankets moved, and body heat warmed the bed. Jeff thought it natural to move toward the heat, ending up with his head on Chris' shoulder before the sleep became too much weight to be ignored.

He wasn't even fully awake before he was groaning and swearing off alcohol and nights out with Jensen and Jared and Chris.

Chris.

Who had come home with him. Who had sucked his cock.

Jeff lifted his head from the drool spot on his pillow, squinting into the blessed gloom around him. The bed was empty but for him. The tell tale sprawl of clothes lost on the way to bed were gone.

He sat up, then regretted it, holding his head a little as he tried to make sense of the spotty memories of the night before. He remembered Chris in the bathroom at the restaurant. The come on. He remembered singing…something about a cab ride. Calling Chris a tease.

He reached for the clock. Almost ten am. Normally Bisou would have had him up by eight at the latest to go for her walk. Normally Bisou would have been by the bed waiting for him.

He was just about to get up when the door swung open and Bisou came trotting in, tongue lolling and right behind her, Chris, dressed and grinning and carrying a tray. "She knew you were awake."

Jeff frowned a little, but let Bisou up on the bed, scratching at her ears.

"Hope you don't mind, I took her for a walk. Made you some coffee." Chris put the tray down at the end of the bed and handed Jeff the mug. "Wasn't sure how you'd be feeling, so I went light on food. Some toast, a little granola. Juice."

Jeff sipped at his coffee, then waited to see if his stomach was going to rebel.

"I figured you could use the sleep."

Jeff looked up as Chris wiped his hands on his jeans. "Jeff…I…" He sighed and pulled his hair back with both hands. "I'm sorry. I pushed too hard." He paced away. "I forget sometimes, and I thought…it doesn't matter what I thought. You said no, and I didn't respect that."

Jeff didn't remember saying no. He remembered telling Chris that he wasn't into guys…and yet at the time his cock was telling a different story. "I never said no." Jeff said, his voice a little gruff. He sipped at his coffee as Chris turned around to look at him. "And I didn't stop you."

"You were drunk."

"So were you." Jeff agreed. He scratched at Bisou's head abstractly while he thought about it. Chris hadn't been lying, that had been the best blowjob he'd had in a long time, so clearly he was missing something in the bigger scheme. "I'm not sorry." Jeff said after a long time.

Chris exhaled like he'd been holding his breath. "You're not?"

"I'm not saying I'm ready for some…commitment or something. Just…that I think I liked it."

Chris came closer. "So you don't hate me?"

Jeff grinned. "You brought me breakfast in bed."

Chris smiled and seemed to relax. "I did."

"Bisou seems to like you." Jeff looked at her, then back at Chris. "You get the job I do. You like the friends I know. All in all, a better choice than a lot of the women I've dated in the last four years."

Chris sat beside the tray. "Is that what we're going to do now? Date?"

Jeff shrugged. "Why don't we start with having breakfast…and see where it goes?"

"I can do that." Chris handed him a slice of toast.

"Just so we're clear…" Jeff said around a bite, "…I still think you're a fucking tease."

Comment Porn Month -- Day 31

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:25:43 GMT

This is it, folks, our last day of porn in comment form. So, to celebrate let's go Free For All

Anything goes, from dark and angsty to light and fluffy, from romantic getaways to cracky goings on...from the pairings we know and love to unusual pairings and groups....have FUN!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, at the end of everything
Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, follow me

Crossover Example:
Criminal Minds/NCIS: LA, Morgan/Sam, Inter-Agency Cooperation

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn Month --Day 30

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 13:23:53 GMT

Just today and tomorrow left on the month folks! Today I want to be Evil

Where our favorite characters are playing for the other side...from demon posession to vampires to just plain evil...whether they've always been that way or it's a new development. There's room here for down and dirty kinkiness, bondage and domination without guilt, taking what we want, seduction by force & manipulation, using sex to sway the moral center of the object of your desire...it all plays here...

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, John/Dean, hard hands in the dark of night
Criminal Minds, Hotch/Author's Choice, a taste for darkness

Crossover Example:
RPS/Supernatural, Father Morgan/evil!John, I don't want to hurt you

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn Month -- Day 28

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:28:40 GMT

Today we're going to tap one of my favorite porny things First Times

From virgins, to first time with a guy or a girl, to first time in public, to first time spankings....only limited by your imagination.

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, John/Author's Choice, first time since Mary
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Nate's never....

Crossover Example:
Buff/Supernatural, Angelus/Dean/author's choice, his first as a vampire

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn Month -- Day 28

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 13:31:32 GMT

Okay, it's time to let loose, time to let the freak flag fly, time to flaunt the kinky, today's theme is Kinky Kink

Anything goes folks, knife!kink, blood!kink, priest!kink, hadncuff!kink, non-con!kink, vampire!kink, leather!kink, toy!kink, food!kink...nothing is too kinky...I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, knife!kink
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, ropes look good on you

Crossover Example:
Leverage/SPN, Dean/Eliot, bruises

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn Month -- Day 27

Sun, 27 Dec 2009 15:29:33 GMT

We're heading toward the end of the month, and I think it's time we let the ladies have a turn, so today is Femme Slash

It's all about the ladies! By themselves, in pairs, in packs...as long as it's girls only!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, Ellen/Author's Choice, just to feel something
Buffy, Faith/Willow, hot like the sun

Crossover Example:
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, blue vibrating dildo

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn Month -- Day 26

Sat, 26 Dec 2009 16:11:06 GMT

Christmas is over, the rum/wine/whiskey has left us feeling a little used and hungover, and we stretch out, turn...and find ourselves in bed with....today's theme, The Bright Light of Morning

From waking up to find you don't know the name of the person in bed with you, but your body says you had a good time, to discovering that that dream you had about fucking four of your best friends turns out wasn't so much a dream...to waking up to find your true love has come back to you like the return of the sun...(okay who knew I could be so cheesey this early in the morning?!)

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

RPS, Jared/Jensen/Christian/Steve, tangled limbs and tripped up dreams
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, burning like the sun

Crossover Example:
Buffy/Supernatural, Angelus/Dean/Xander, puppy's turn to play

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Christmas Greetings

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 16:21:42 GMT

I wanted to take a minute to pause here and say a few things.

There are times when fandom scares me, embarrasses me, makes me crazy...but most of the time fandom amazes me, fills me with hope, and impresses me with it's spirit.

You people...the ones who read and comment...the ones who read and don't comment...even the ones that pretend they don't read...you make me glad to be a part of fandom.

Your generosity this year, and willingness to put up with my inability to get things in the mail when I said I would, your patience with delays and your endless imagination humble me and make me want to hug each and every one of you.

Clearly I can't do that.

I want all of you to know what's on my plate and when you can expect more stories from me. I have three 6000 word stories that were paid for that I am working on. I hope to have them done by the new year so that I can start working on my WIPs again: The Razor's Edge, Vamp!Nate, evil!John, The Game, the Father!John/Eliot thing and probably others that I'm forgetting at the moment. The new year may also see some new stuff coming. Two of the 6000 word pieces are going to be in new worlds that came about due to comment_fic and this month's comment porn. There may be more of that too, as I now have this Rockstar!Ewan and GuitarGuy!Steve that are permanent residents in my head.

I can't promise that I'll be any more timely, only that I will do my best.

Thank you to everyone who bought fic or pictures this year to get me through. I appreciate you more than words can say. I only hope I continue to live up to your expectations.

May your holidays be filled with joy and the new year be better than the last.

I love you all,
Amara

Comment Porn Month -- Day 25

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 15:17:57 GMT

So here we are on Christmas, and my gift to you is a Free For All

Anything goes folks, any fandom, any pairing, threesomes, foursomes, orgies...vanilla, kinky, dirty, bad, wrong, dark, fluffy....if you can think of it, it flies today!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Angel, Angel/Wesley, heat of the moment
SG1, Jack/Daniel, long time coming

Crossover Example:
Leverage/Angel, Eliot/Angel, wait...you're not Lindsey?

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn -- Day 24

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 14:28:58 GMT

So here we are at Christmas Eve, which I think is perfect for a theme like: Present Porn

From sex toys under the tree, to romantic midnight marriage proposals to cocks with bows on them and other fun gift giving ideas. What do you give your lover when all you really want is to get laid?

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, a nice hotel room for a change
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, a set of knives and a willing canvas

Crossover Example:
Buffy/Supernatural, Angelus/Dean/Author's Choice, what do you get your Sire for Christmas?

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Comment Porn Month --Day 23

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 13:31:02 GMT

Baby, it's cold outside, let's go play in the Snow

Caught in a snow storm, playing in the snow...hot tubs in the snow, coming in from the snow and having your favorite someone warm you up....winter is notoriously a good time for sex....so let's see if we can find some!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, one or the other comes in soaked and freezing
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, blizzard conditions stall the con

Crossover Example:
Criminal Minds/Leverage, Spencer Reid/Eliot Spencer, too cold for that

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

All Things Considered, Leverage, NC-17

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:27:46 GMT

Fandom: Leverage
Title: All Things Considered
Pairing/Characters: Nate/Eliot, Parker, Hardison
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Nate and Eliot find themselves stuck and Nate's got a pretty nasty concussion. Eliot finds an intriguing way of keeping him awake until help can come.

A/Ns & Warnings: For hockeyfan68, may your holidays be filled with good things! Minor knife!kink, wounded boys.

"Just give me a minute to think." Nate says, sliding down the wall.

Eliot shakes his head and gives him the minute and goes back to taking inventory. He's been worse off physically. He probably has a concussion, but it isn't as bad as it could have been, considering that they just came careening down some god forsaken underground tunnel into a dark hole that's best asset appeared to be the lack of rats.

Between them they had a single backpack, which fortunately was carrying the first aid kit they'd found a few hours before when Eliot cut his hand. There isn't much else. A few bottles of water, but not enough to last more than a day or two if things were really bad. He had his knife, still in its sheath in his boot and they had the handcuffs. With no key.

At least he'd gotten them off before the fall. He probably would be a whole lot more beat up if he hadn't.

They had the one flashlight, but the comms were down. Eliot had lost his before the fall, and Nate's wasn't working but for the occasional crackle of static. Which meant they were on their own.

Eliot turns to Nate. "Hey, hey….no sleeping." Eliot says, shaking him.

Nate's eyes open and he shakes his head a little. "Not…not sleeping."

"Good. You're bleeding pretty good from that head wound. You go to sleep now, we can't be sure you'll wake up."

"Concussion." Nate nods, his eyes rolling as his hand reaches up to touch the gash at his hairline. "Where are we?"

"Near as I can tell, an old subway line." Eliot squats, dragging their supplies closer. "Good news is we've got some water, and some first aid supplies."

Nate squints at him. "Bad news?"

"Comms are out. Cell phone isn't getting a signal. We're going to have to wait for Hardison or Parker to figure out where we went."

Nate licks his lips. His eyes are a little glazed and Eliot is not liking the way he looks. "Here, can you hold the flashlight, let me see what I can do about that bleeding." Nate takes the light and Eliot positions his hand where it will do the most good, leaning in to get a better look at the wound.

He rummages in the kit for something to hold the gash closed, hoping for stitching supplies, but what he finds instead is a single needle that's more than a little rustY and no thread of any kind. He holds the needle up into the light to examine before cursing. "You know, just once it would be nice to be stranded with everything we need to make it until we get out."

He throws the needle aside and pulls out bandages. At least he can cover it and keep it clean. He lays his knife on Nate's leg and sets about making a decent pressure bandage from the supplies he has, folding, cutting and taping down gauze pads before winding an elastic bandage around Nate's head.

He sits back when he's done to find Nate fingering the knife. "Love to watch you with a knife." Nate's voice is distant and Eliot reaches for the blade, taking it from him before he can hurt himself.

"Yeah, never figured you for a guy with a knife kink, Nate." Eliot say, taking the flashlight from him now too.

Nate's eyes close and as Eliot starts to move away, Nate's hand grabs his. "Don't go."

"Not going anywhere, just going to check our perimeter."

"No…" Nate swallows and opens his eyes again, looking up at Eliot. "Not sure I can stay awake."

"You keep talking to me, you'll be fine." Eliot says, though his voice drops low. He cups a hand to Nate's cheek, and he turns into it, kissing Eliot's palm. "Nate?"

"Don't wanna talk." Nate catches Eliot's hand when he would have pulled it away.

"Nate, you don't want to--" But Eliot is clearly wrong about what Nate wants because he pulls Eliot off balance to get his face close enough to kiss him.

When Eliot pulls back enough to look in Nate's eyes he's surprised to find they're a lot clearer than they had been. "Been wanting to do that a while."

"Yeah?" Eliot breathes.

Nate nods. "Though if you don't get off my leg I'm not going to walk out of here."

Eliot shifts so he's sitting on the rocky ground. "We aren't going anywhere just now, so we can take it easy."

"Been doing that too long." Nate argues. "We could die down here."

He looks so serious Eliot thinks he is for a minute. "Hardison will--"

"He'll wait his turn." Nate says, leaning forward now, chasing Eliot's mouth. His momentum knocks Eliot back until suddenly he's laying on the ground and Nate is on top of him and Eliot starts a little when he realizes that the hardness digging into his leg is Nate's cock.

"Something you want to tell me?" Eliot asks when Nate lets his mouth loose. He grabs at Nate's cock and earns a growl.

"Really like to watch you with a knife." Nate responds, his face a little pink.

"I'll be damned." Eliot pulls a little on the cock in his hand. "Like that?" Nate groans and his hips twitch and Eliot needs more room if he's gonna do this right. "Roll over." His voice is gruff, but Nate does just that, ending up on his back as Eliot opens his pants and gets his hand on skin.

"Now, if I'm gonna do this, you gotta stay with me." Eliot says, sliding his thumb over the tip. "No closing your eyes. Want you to watch."

Nate lifts his head, licks his lips and Eliot watches his face as he leans in and runs his tongue over the head of his cock. Nate's eyes roll back, then focus on Eliot again. "You with me?"

Nate hisses, his hips bucking as Eliot swirls his tongue around and around, then under the head. "Fuck. Yeah." Nate gasps when Eliot's mouth closes around the tip and he sucks lightly, then slides down the length of him and back up.

Eliot lifts up, tossing his hair back out of his face. "You been thinking about his Nate?"

Nate's eyes meet his, pupils blown in the dim light of the flashlight laying forgotten on the floor beside them. "Since the first time I saw you with a knife."

Eliot's eyebrow raises and he reaches a hand out for his knife, lifting it. "You weren't kidding."

"In the kitchen at that mafia guy's house, remember…you…" Nate shudders as Eliot plays the blade through the light, brings it up. "You…wanted you…"

Eliot brings the knife closer, pushes Nate's shirt up so he can play the blade over his skin, lightly scraping the tip over and around his belly button. Nate's hips hitch, pushing his cock up into Eliot's hand. "Oh…you like that…maybe I should show you what a man can really do with a knife."

"Eliot."

He grins and takes Nate back into his mouth, sliding over him a little faster.

"Eliot, Nate, can you hear me?" Eliot jumps, forgetting he had slipped Nate's earpiece into his ear. He glances up at the hole they came falling out of instinctively.

"Yeah, Hardison, I hear you." Eliot slides his hand around Nate's cock and strokes him.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Floor caved in, we're in some sort of tunnel. Probably an abandoned subway tunnel."

"Which is why I couldn't get the comms to work until I got close to where we lost you. Too much interference. Hang tight, we're coming."

"Get Parker down here, we're going to need climbing gear."

His hand twists on the upstroke and Nate whimpers, clutching at his hand. Eliot chuckles. "And first aid supplies. Nate's got a pretty ugly head wound, maybe more."

"On it."

He can hear them now, scrambling around above them and Eliot turns back to Nate, grinning fiercely at him before bending to take his whole cock into his mouth, humming and sucking and moving faster and faster until Nate cries out and grabs his head, bucking up as he starts to come.

Eliot sucks all the harder, then Nate is whimpering and tugging on his hair to make him stop. Eliot looks up with a wicked grin before tucking Nate back into his pants and crawling over him to kiss him. "Now, we get you healthy and not likely to pass out on me, I'm going to show you all the things I can do with my knife."

"I see them." Parker's voice echoes through the tunnel and Eliot shoves his knife into its sheath and puts his hands under Nate's shoulders to hall him up.

"Promise?" Nate asks, his voice dark with desire.

"Guaranteed." Eliot responds, helping him over to where Parker is dangling on a harness. "Nate first."

She drops a harness that Eliot helps strap Nate into. Not how he'd expected his day to go…but all things considered, this was better than anything he'd had planned anyway.

Comment Porn Month - Day 22

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 13:35:05 GMT

We're moving closer to the holidays when we naturally think about the people who may be far away, the ones we can't be with as we meet family obligations and job deadlines...so today we'll be having some Phone/Cyber Sex

Late night phone calls, text trysts, teasing banter on Twitter, cyber sex in a chat room or by IM....let their fingers do the walking...although it's all good if the phone is just foreplay and our beloved characters discover it was all just a diversion so that their loved one could surprise them!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, first Christmas at Stanford
Leverage, Eliot/Nate/Hardison, three way over the comms

Crossover Example:
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, private chat room

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

Out of the Cold, Kane RPS, PG-13

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:05:34 GMT

Fandom: Kane RPS
Title: Out of the Cold
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: PG-13 (I just couldn't get it to go any higher once I got started, sorry)
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Chris thinks he's scared Steve off when he said "I love you" ...but what happens when he discovers that Chris is pregnant?

A/Ns & Warnings: For hockeyfan68, Happy Holidays. Yes, this is mpreg. No I won't apologize. Just...no explanation here for it. Just accept it and go with it okay? Angst, a touch of schmoop.

This was not the way it was supposed to be.

Three thousand miles from home and alone, cold and lonely and what he really wants is to get drunk. Really drunk. The kind of drunk where he could just break shit and throw things and pass out somewhere and not feel anything for a while.

He was an ass. A total and complete ass.

He flicks his phone open and stares at it for a minute before he closes it. He wasn't the one who walked away. He wasn't the one who couldn't handle this.

Except for how he couldn't handle this.

It went way beyond the whole thing where they somehow made a turn from friends who sometimes fuck to fucking friends and from there into only fucking each other…and then they'd stopped really being friends.

Because friends aren't the first thing you think of in the morning, the first person you want to share things with, the only person you can imagine being with you. It went way beyond friends. They both knew it.

It was just that Chris had been the first one to say it.

I love you, Steve.

He closes his hand around his phone and paces the length of the snowy garden. Dead roses line the path back to the bench where he and Steve had spent hours the summer before, picking and writing songs and making each other laugh until their sides hurt.

He shoves his phone back into his pocket, determined that he's not going to call again. The phone hits something in his pocket and it stops him, making Chris pull it out. The ring.

As rings go, it's pretty simple. Silver band with two black lines intertwined all the way around. It wasn't pricey or extravagant. It was just a symbol.

Though without Steve to wear it, it was a pretty hollow symbol of the things Chris didn't have. Chris toys with it for a minute before shoving it back into his pocket. He doesn't even know why he's still carrying it around. It's been more than a month.

A whole fucking month, eight days and change since Steve walked away. Since Chris fucked up his one good chance at making a family out of this. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was going to be a family, with or without Steve. Chris lets his hand smooth down over his stomach that was only just starting to bulge out. In a month or so he wouldn't be able to hide it any more. In three months he'd be huge. In four, he'd be a father…a single father with no idea how to take care of the child growing inside of him. He hadn't even gotten to telling Steve that. Steve had balked at just the ring.

This was not the way it was supposed to be.

Chris wiped his running nose and eyes because he was not going to cry over this. He was going to man up and deal with it. Because what else was there?

He turned to head back up to the house where friends had a hot dinner ready and he wouldn't have to think about Steve or what he lost. Only when he turned he discovered he wasn't alone.

"S-steve?" Chris shook his head and wondered for a minute if pregnancy hormones could make you hallucinate, but Steve held up both hands and offered a soft smile.

"I…Brian said you were out here." Steve says, stepping closer. He stops and tilts his head to the side. "Why are you out here? And where's your good coat?"

Chris draws the coat he's wearing a little closer, not that he's cold, but it's protection of a sort. "It don't fit any more." Chris says, frowning. "What are you doing here?"

Steve bites his lip and then huffs. "I'm an idiot. A complete moron. A fucking asswipe." He looks at Chris a little hesitantly. "You can stop me anytime."

Chris shakes his head a little. "You were doing fine."

"I came to apologize?" Steve blows on his hands and steps toward Chris. "I mean…I…" Again he huffs and reaches out to touch Chris, but Chris pulls away. "Come inside, let's talk?"

"We can talk here just fine." Chris responds, crossing his arms.

"It's freezing out here." Steve exclaims, then resigns himself to the cold apparently, zippering his jacket and shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I love you too. I just…I've never…" He trails off and shakes his head.

Chris wants to be angry, to hold on to the hurt, but Steve just told him he loves him and something warm unfolds inside him at the words. "You're right. You're a stupid moron." Chris says with more conviction than he feels. "You think coming back here and apologizing a month later is going to make it better?"

Steve looks stricken. "Chris…I…fuck. I was working. And I looked for you. I called your mother. I called Jensen. No one has seen you since you left LA. It took me the last week and a half to figure out where you were…and that was after calling every single number in your old phone, once I found it…and a charger that would charge it…and figured out your password…"

Chris can't hide the smile. "You did all that?"

"I had to find you…I brought you this." He pulls his hands out of his pockets and holds up a CD. "It isn't a ring and roses…but every single song on it is a profession of love…my love for you…I'll beg if you want me to…get down on one knee, swear I'll never leave again…anything if you'll just let me come back."

Chris stops him with a finger on his lips. "Before I say yes, I need to know that you mean it. That you're not going to bail on me…on us." He steps in closer and takes his hand away, looking Steve in the eye. "Because I want it all, Steve. I want a ring and vows, I want a family."

Steve's response is to kiss him gently and when Chris doesn't push him away, Steve gets a little bolder, pulling Chris to him, then freezing. "Okay…don't freak on me." Chris says as Steve steps back, his eyes dropping to Chris' stomach.

"When you said family…I thought you meant…like…in the future…" Steve says, one hand wiping over his face.

Chris nods and grins. "We got about four months."

"You…you're…"

"Pregnant, Steve. You can say it." Chris rubs his hand over his stomach. "You're gonna be a daddy."

"I…you…you didn't say…" Steve shakes his head and pulls Chris back into his arms. "Of course you didn't say. I couldn't handle the ring, what would make you think a baby wouldn't just make it worse."

"I didn't want to keep it from you." Chris said softly. "I just…didn't think I could handle you rejecting both of us."

"Does your mother know?" Steve asks suddenly, hands rising up to hold Christian's face. "She'll kill me. If she thinks I left you because…"

Chris kisses him to hush him. "No, she doesn't know. I wasn't sure I was keeping it. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure."

"You are keeping it." Steve says, arms sliding around Chris' waist. "I mean…you are, right?"

Chris smiles and lets himself melt against Steve a little. "Yeah, Steve. I'm keeping it…am I keeping you?" He holds up the ring between them. The one he offered Steve a month ago.

Steve inhales and licks his lips. "Yeah, I'm not going anywhere."

Chris shivers against Steve as he slips the ring onto his finger. "Let's get you and my baby out of this cold."

Comment Porn Month -- Day 21

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 12:17:16 GMT

Today we're are going to play with Cops and Robbers

It's time to delve into our favorite detectives, CSIs, FBI agents, etc...and all the bad guys that they chase...and catch. CSI (all of them), NCIS (both of them), Bones, Criminal Minds, Numb3rs, the Mentalist, Law & Order (any of them)...you get the idea.

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Law & Order:SVU, Olivia/author's choice, the need to forget
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, close your eyes, I've got you

Crossover Example:
NCIS/Criminal Minds, Abby/Garcia, girl time

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

If you're looking for that perfect gift for your fic loving friend, $10 will by you 1000-1500 words of fic here
And if you're looking for something bigger, or pictures, or tarot, you can go to this post for details

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Dark Dreams the Truth, Supernatural, NC-17

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:42:36 GMT

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Dark Dreams the Truth
Pairing/Characters: John/Sam, Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Sam wakes up to find that something in his world is very wrong...or maybe this isn't his world at all.

A/Ns & Warnings: For alldunn who wanted something dark. I hope this is dark enough to suit you. WARNINGS: NON-CON, cutting, blood!kink, mind-fuckery, bondage, incest of both the father-son and brother-brother variety, drug use.

He breathes through the pain and shock and tries to figure out what's happening. He doesn't know where they are or how they got here or why…he woke up here, like this…and the last thing he knew both Dean and their father were out on a hunt.

Sam opens his eyes again, tries to focus. His eyes water from the flood light in his face and he licks his lips with a tongue that feels thick and unwieldy. There's a strange metallic taste in the back of his mouth and his body is heavy and unresponsive.

Drugs, he realizes slowly.

It's more than that keeping him from moving though. His hands are bound and pulled up over his head. He tries to look, but all he can see is the glass under him and the rope around his wrists and hands. He tugs on the bindings and gasps as something tightens around his cock and yanks it to the left.

He lifts his head, squinting against the light to find that he is naked, his cock bound with rope as well, rope that runs off to his left, over the black hood of the Impala. Sam pants through the fear and tries to take stock of his situation.

It's definitely the impala, and he's spread-open on it's hood, his legs each wound with still more rope from the knee down to his ankle, spread as wide as his hips will allow, tied down, from the feel of it to the car itself.

"I think he's awake." Dean's voice says from somewhere nearby. A shadow crosses the light and suddenly Dean is there, leaning up between Sam's spread legs. "You awake, Sammy?"

"Dean? What the fuck—"

Something moves inside him, something big shoved inside his ass and Sam screams, yanking on his wrists, which only tightens the pull on his cock.

Dean laughs. "Yeah, he's awake."

Sam pants and tries to stop pulling, tries to lay still, but there's something shove up inside him and he's naked and Dean is laughing…and it doesn't make sense. "Dean?" His voice is a squeak that disappears when John steps into view. "Dad?"

John's hands move and capture Sam's eyes. He's sharpening a blade and Sam gulps. "Almost ready." Dean says, pulling on whatever is inside Sam, pulling it out before shoving it back in.

"Ready?" Sam asks, his eyes darting from Dean to John and back again. "Please…tell me what's—" John lays the blade on Sam's mouth to stop him.

"Shh…Sammy…we're doing this for your own good. Just be still."

The car shifts under him and suddenly Dean is there, straddling over him. "Pain is good for you Sam. Keeps you grounded." He holds up a needle and grins. Sam watches as he plays with the needle for a minute, then Dean is pinching his left nipple and Sam realizes what he's about to do.

"No…Dean. No!" He screams as the needle bites into skin, pushes through. His body arches, his hands involuntarily pulling down, making his cock scream and his vision swims and darkens.

He wakes to the feeling of Dean's hands on his face, slapping him lightly. "Come on Sammy…stay with me. I'm not done."

Sam opens his eyes. Dean is still on top of him. His nipple is still lanced with the needle. Dean touches it and Sam groans in pain. "Time for the other one. You ready?"

"Dean…please…" Sam's voice is already hoarse from screaming and Dean holds up another needle.

"Just hold on Sam, let me just…"

Sam screams again as the second needle bites through his nipple, flailing until the pain from his nipple and wrists and cock pulls him under again.

The sharps smell of ammonia under his nose pulls him up again and Dean smiles down at him. "There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Please…" Sam whispers, though he doesn't know what to beg for. "Dean…"

He turns his head as his father steps closer again and Dean jumps off the car. "You know we love you, right Sam?" John says. "We would never hurt you without reason."

Sam shakes his head. There is no reason for this. This is madness. "Dad…please…just let me go…please…"

"Shh….Sammy….shhh…" John's finger caresses over his lips. "It's going to be okay. I promise." He holds up the blade where Sam can see it. "We are going to help you."

"No…Dad, please." Sam's voice is broken and wheezy and he keens when the blade tip is pressed against his left nipple.

"Dean, you ready yet with those rings?"

"Just about."

John smiles down at Sam. "This will only take a minute, Sam. Then, we can keep you for as long as we want."

"What?" Sam shakes his head and tries to see, tries to look for Dean, but the spot light in his eyes keeps him from seeing anything beyond the immediate.

"If he doesn't fall apart." Dean says, coming back into view. He hands John something and they both move in on Sam. "The last one fell apart way too fast." Dean says and Sam can't follow what he means because he's too busy following their hands and what they're doing.

He pants and forces himself not to flail, not to pull or move as they simultaneously pull the needles out and replace them with hot, hot metal. Sam bites his tongue to keep from screaming more. Together they chant as they tighten the loops of metal they've just run through his nipples and Sam's body seems to respond, tightening, fire burning through him, through his veins and into this cock, which is harden and tender and hot inside it's coil of thin rope.

Dean snickers as John pulls him close and when they kiss, violent and messy, Sam can't breathe for the wanting of their hands, their skin. He shakes his head because that can't be right…none of this is right. He's in a nightmare…some fucking nightmare he can't seem to wake up from.

Suddenly the fullness in his ass is relieved and Sam is pulled up from his thoughts as Dean tosses a dark dildo onto the hood beside him. His relief is short lived though as John steps in between Sam's legs and something not a dildo is pushed against his hole. Sam tries to pull away, but John's hands on his hips yank him to the edge of the car, pulling on his hands, the rope around his cock tighter and Sam cries out.

John's cock fills him, thicker than the fake one, and Sam is helpless against him, against the pain and humiliation and fear…against the aching burn in his stomach, the arousal that burns from the heat of his nipples through his core and into his cock.

The car shifts again and Dean is there, his tongue laving over Sam's tortured nipples, before he's kissing Sam, pushing his tongue into Sam's mouth to share the taste of his blood. "I have a confession to make Sammy." Dean whispers in his ear. "He ain't your Daddy…and me? I'm not your brother."

His fingers play with the rings of metal in Sam's nipples, tugging until Sam's half sure he's going to pass out again. "And when he comes inside you, I'm going to take my turn."

John fucks harder and faster, as if Dean's words spur him on. "And then, we're going to tie you up and take you somewhere and keep you….someplace where you can scream when we cut you, when we fuck you…someplace where you could run for days if you got away and never see another soul…and when you break, we'll take out the rings…" He pulls on the nearest one again and Sam pants through clenched teeth. "And we'll find another you…and we'll bring him here and send you there for his Dean and his Dad to find."

John's body jerks and Sam feels heat flood his ass. John grins at him and steps away, letting Dean take his place. "Sometimes I think he gets off more on that than he does on this." John gestures at Sam's body. Dean's bent over and Sam starts when he feels Dean's tongue. John leans on the car, watching as Dean licks into Sam's ass, lifting up to let come drizzle off of his tongue onto the tip of Sam's red cock.

"But watch what happens when I do this." John says, holding up the knife again. He presses the tip of the blade into the skin just under Sam's collarbone, lays in a shallow cut, the kind that bleed and hurt, but aren't serious and Dean rises up, shoves his cock into Sam and leans in, his chin pressing against one screaming nipple as he licks the wound open and nips at the skin.

He barely moves his hips as he toys with the cut, but seconds later, he's coming inside Sam, lifting his bloody face up to his father who licks him clean and kisses him soundly. "Clean up from the ritual. I'll secure our boy here." John says, sending Dean away behind the light where Sam can't see him. He sets about cutting Sam loose, though he keeps his wrists bound.

Slowly he unwinds the rope binding Sam's cock and to his shame it leaks slow pearls of come onto his stomach once it's free. John just chuckles and fists his hand in Sam's hair, yanking him off the car and dropping him into the dirt. His hands grab Sam's feet and in seconds they're bound together. John pulls him up onto his knees and shoves a dirty sock into his mouth, followed by rope that he winds around Sam's head three times before tying it so tight that it's cutting into his cheeks. There's a ripping sound and then his eyes are covered.

He's helpless to stop them from lifting him, and he feels the trunk close around him and the impala roars to life.

Doing What We Do, Supernatural, R

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:32:36 GMT

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Doing What We Do
Characters: John, Sam, Dean, Pastor Jim
Rating: R for theme
Word Count: 967
Summary: Last year, for the xmas_kinkathon, I wrote It Wasn't You for linda92595...and varkelton has spent the entire year telling me how awful I am that the fic was all hurt and no comfort. There isn't a lot of comfort to offer, but they are Winchesters...and they deal with things by doing what they do.

A/Ns & Warnings: For varkelton as a wee little Christmas offering. I know, I'm a sick puppy to offer you rape-recovery fic, for Christmas, but there you go. The definition of our friendship. LOL. Warnings: This follows on It Wasn't You and thus deals with the aftermath of both possession and rape.

"Don't." Dean brushed away the hand the Pastor Jim put on his shoulder. "You can't fix this." He took a swig from his bottle and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He could still feel her rage, her delight at being able to exact revenge through him, because he'd given her the idea.

"No, Son. I can't. But neither can you if you keep losing yourself in that bottle."

Dean didn't have any response for that. He could only stare at the bottle. "Dad—he's going to be okay, right?" Dean asked after a while.

"Physically, he'll be fine." Jim says. "Sam's with him now."

They'd gotten as far as Jim's place before it became apparent that John Winchester needed more medical help than they could give. Sam had gotten them to the hospital somehow because Dean was too drunk and John was hurting too much, and Dean couldn't watch as they took his father away, couldn't listen to the lies Sam was already telling. They were too close to the truth.

"Right now I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine." Dean said, but it was little more than reflex. He wasn't fine. He'd raped his own father. How is anyone fine after that? He took another drink. "It was my fault."

"No, Dean. It wasn't you."

Dean shook his head and stood. "No? It was my body. She used me to do those things to him. She hurt him and fucked him and made him beg." He couldn't get that sound out of his head…the sound of his father's broken voice sobbing and begging him to let him go. His stomach tied around that sound and wouldn't let go. "It was my idea. She never would have thought of it if I didn't bring it up. I should have been concentrating. We were hunting for fuck's sake."

"Dean. Put the bottle down." Jim stood too. "Come upstairs and see your father."

Dean shook his head. "He doesn't want to see me."

"He needs to know you're okay."

"I'm not." Dean snapped, closing his eyes. "I'm not okay. I—" He exhaled, shaking on the brink of losing himself all together. It didn’t help when Jim wrapped his arms around Dean and held him. He tried to push the older man away, but Jim just held him tighter.

He could remember the way it felt when she left him, when the connection snapped. He knew now that Sam had been responsible, and even though the connection had been through her necklace, Sam's burning of her bones had given Dean the opening he needed to push her out.

He could hear his own voice screaming as she fought to stay inside him, ripping up his head until he thought he was going crazy. And when she was gone, Dean was faced with what he had done…what she had done inside him.

His father's body was bleeding and strapped down and Dean's cock was still wet with come.

Jim held him as he shook, murmuring softly words that Dean knew were meant to convey forgiveness. He wasn't ready for that, but he could take the sentiment, hold on to the strength Jim offered.

Put the whole thing behind them.

He stepped back and wiped at his face.

It was another day before Jim got Dean up into the hospital room. Sam looked up from beside the bed as Dean stopped.

"Sam, why don't you and I go get some coffee." Jim said and Sam nodded slightly before getting up.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he passed Dean.

"Will be." Dean responded, his eyes never leaving his father's.

He didn't move until the door was closed and they were alone, then he shuffled forward slowly. "So…I um…I burned the clothes and Bobby took care of the scene. Nothing left." Dean said, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Good." John said, his arms crossing.

He looked pale and younger than Dean remembered…though maybe it was the lack of beard. The hospital had shaved it to deal with a cut on his jaw. "J-jim said they were planning to release you tomorrow."

John nodded. "That's what the doctor said. Healing well."

"I'm glad." Dean had stopped at the end of the bed, his hand inches from his father's foot. They were both silent for a long time, then Dean opened his mouth…and closed it again. It took two more tries to get words out. "Dad…I’m sorry."

John closed his eyes and breathed in deep. "I know you are."

Dean felt his lip tremble. "I…I keep hearing you in my head…and I can't make my hands stop shaking."

He looked away, his hands hidden in his pockets as if that would help make it not true.

"Dean." His father moved, his hand reaching for him. "Look at me."

Dean dragged his eyes back to his father. "I know. I hear it too. But we're stronger than some angry bitch that crawled inside you. You hear me?"

He nodded slowly and felt the knots inside him loosen a little. "We'll get through this." John said, pulling Dean closer.

"How?" Dean asked, misery in his voice.

His father hugged him tight. "By doing what we do. Jim's gonna let us stay with him until I'm up on my feet. Then I got wind of a werewolf south of here. Should be ready by the next lunar cycle."

Dean nodded slowly. A hunt could at least give him something else to think about. "I'll get Sammy working some target practice tonight." Dean said, leaning back. "And we'll dig up some silver, press some bullets."

John smiled, though it wasn't very convincing. "That's my boy. We'll be fine. Both of us."

Dean wasn't convinced, not completely, but he felt a little better…and they had a job to do.

Comment Porn Month --Day 20

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 15:30:19 GMT

Wait! It's December 20th? When did that happen?

Today we're are going to play with Bloodsuckers and Shapeshifters

Let's go a little darkside today....fangs and fur, faces that ripple and change...blood!kink and all kinds of fun can be had. Vampires, werewolves, meremaids, creatures who can look like anyone they want...stretch it out to include succubi and incubi and other dark and dangerous creatures.

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Buffy, Spike/Xander, just taking what is mine, pet
Supernatural, John/Author's Choice, a little taste

Crossover Example:
Supernatural/Buffy, Angelus/Dean/Xander, I love the way he cries

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

If you're looking for that perfect gift for your fic loving friend, $10 will by you 1000-1500 words of fic here
And if you're looking for something bigger, or pictures, or tarot, you can go to this post for details

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the cane or the collar, RPS, NC-17

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 17:14:07 GMT

Fandom: RPS
Title: the cane or the collar
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1330
Summary: Jared was a bad boy and Jensen is going to let him pick his punishment.

A/Ns: For sgfansean, Merry Christmas. I hope you enjoy it.

"Do you know why we're doing this?" Jensen asks, his voice low, as gentle as his hands now exploring Jared's body.

Jared licks his lips and thinks about how to answer that, exactly. He knows the reason, of course. He knows that Jensen caught him flirting, knows that Jensen watched while Jared used all of his reputation and considerable skills to make a pretty girl smile and think she stood a chance. Jared even knows that Jensen knows it was necessary, that they needed to keep up the charade, and it was his turn to be seen like that.

That doesn't mean that Jensen is just going to forgive him for it though. No. First they had to go through this. Through the parts where Jared stammers through apologies and Jensen considers them, and the parts where Jensen decides how to punish him and torment him, and finally they'll get to the part where Jensen forgives him, gathers him into his arms and soothes away the tears, salves the welted skin and they have sex for three days to make everything better.

Jared wishes for a minute that they could skip over the rest and just get on with the last part, but then Jensen's hand lands hard on his ass and Jared's cock hardens a little more than it already is and Jared realizes that isn't completely true.

"Answer me." Jensen says, his hands back to exploring over Jared's body, naked and on display for him.

Jared fidgets a little, spreading his stance a little and pulling on the handcuffs that Jensen's got fixed with a chain to the ceiling, holding his hands up over his head. "Jared, I'm waiting." Jensen punctuates the words with another swat across his ass and Jared swallows the yelp.

"I…ah…I was flirting." He glances behind him, looking for confirmation that that's all it is, that Jensen isn't upset about something else.

"With who?" Jensen asks, his tone belaying the displeasure Jared knows he feels.

"Ah…a girl…some woman."

Jensen comes to stand in front of him, lifting gloved fingers to Jared's chin. "What was her name?"

Again Jared licks his lips. He really doesn't remember. "I don't know."

"You spent twenty minutes flirting with her, and you don't even remember her name?"

His fingers pinch a nipple and Jared's voice squeaks. "I was thinking about you."

That at least makes Jensen smile and his kiss is soft. "Of course you were. Still…I'd be remiss if I didn't discipline you over this."

His hands, in their gloves of fine leather, gloves Jared had given him for Christmas, glided down Jared's chest and over his hips, around to his ass, holding his two cheeks for a moment while Jensen pondered. "I'll give you a choice, Jared. The cane." He holds up his favorite impact tool, lightweight, but capable of delivering painful blows. "Or the collar." He holds up the worn leather collar and Jared's eyes dart between them.

The cane would be over quickly. Jensen would cane him five to ten times, enough to redden and welt his skin, enough to bring him to tears, and then it would be over.

The collar, on the other hand, that could take days. Once Jensen put it on him, Jared became his slave, his pet…his sex toy, until Jensen took it off. It could involve toys or spankings, humiliation, just about anything Jensen could think of.

And they had five days off.

Jared's eyes linger on the collar just a little longer and Jensen takes that as a decision, dropping the cane onto the bed behind them. Of course, the collar didn't mean Jensen wouldn't cane him. Jared's cock twitches at the thought and Jensen chuckles. "You are a slut Jared. Always so eager to be punished."

"Only because I know it means you love me." Jared says, already falling into the role as Jensen buckles the collar around his neck.

Jensen's fingers linger on his skin, petting down his spine before putting his still clothed body against Jared's. "Yes, I do love you." Jensen whispers in his ear. "I love you enough to make sure you know you are mine. Count."

He's gone, Jared's skin suddenly cold, but then the cane cracks against his ass and Jared jerks forward, stuttering out, "O-one."

The second blow lands expertly across his hole, a straight line of pain that he will feel for days, and every time Jensen fucks him. "Two." Jared whispers. Jensen chuckles again, sadistic bastard. "Holy fuck, three." Jared gasps as Jensen hits him again, this time right across the place where thighs and ass meet so any time Jared sits he's going to feel it.

Jensen pets over Jared's skin, fingers trailing over the raised welts. He kisses along Jared's spine, then backs away. Jared knows better, but still cranes his neck to see. He hears Jensen rummaging, hears the click of the lube.

"Deep breath." Jensen murmurs when he returns, one hand on Jared's stomach. He breaths in and holds it. "Let it out." As he exhales, Jensen shoves something into him, turning on the vibrations almost immediately.

Jared's legs flail, putting strain on his wrists.

"Now, now…" Jensen's hands are on his hips, settling him. "Let's not bruise your wrists again." His hands slide up Jared's arms, and Jared can feel his body shift when he steps up on the stool. There's a click and the lock releases, dropping Jared's hands, still in the cuffs. They immediately go to his cock, circling it and Jensen immediately pulls them away. "You know better."

His hand circles Jared's cock, stroking it lightly. The feeling of the leather is delicious and Jared doesn't even try to keep from thrusting into it.

Jensen responds by circling his cock with the leather cock ring, snapping it shut. His face is stern when he looks at Jared. "Mine."

Jared nods. "Yes, Jensen. Yours."

Jensen caresses his cheek then steps back. "Now then, slave. I think it's time to please your master." He opens his jeans and pulls his cock out, emphasizing the fact that Jared is completely naked and Jensen is completely dressed and somehow that makes the whole thing feel dirtier.

He leaves it to Jared to decide how best to please him. Jared considers for a minute, the buzzing of the butt plug inside him distracting. He knows as soon as he moves it's going to press into his prostate and make it worse.

He exhales and sinks to one knee, his cuffed hands steadying himself on the floor as he brings the other knee down. The plug presses in and makes him gasp. He tries to find a position that isn't as hard, but the plug seems to move with him and he gives up, just opening his mouth to suck Jensen in. He sucks hard for a moment, then pulls off, licking over the tip, down to his balls. He knows what makes Jensen happy, what gets him off.

He laps at the tender spot just under the head of Jensen's cock, glancing up to find Jensen's eyes are closed. Jared opens his mouth and covers Jensen's cock before closing his mouth around it, then bobs up and down it until Jensen's hand curls in his hair. It's a sign he's close, so Jared pulls back, looks up for direction. Jensen is staring down at him, breathing hard and he thrusts his hips forward, taking Jared by surprise. He swallows around the tip and the first blast of come hits the back of his throat, then Jensen pulls back, spilling over his tongue and lips and chin.

"Leave it." Jensen says when Jared moves to wipe his chin of come. "And get your ass into bed. I got plans for you." He grins as he holds up the biggest dildo they own.

Jared lays out across the bed, offering up his ass and considers sending the girl a gift basket…if he could just remember her name…

Comment Porn Month -- Day 19

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:48:21 GMT

Another day, another theme!

Today we're are going to play with Crossovers

This is where we mix things up, unconventional pairings from all across fandoms. Mix and match then mix them up again. How much fun is it to grab say a Lindsey and an Eliot and throw them together? Not to mention HOT!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Leverage/Angel/RPS, Eliot/Lindsey/Christian, self gratification x 3
Supernatural/RPS, evil!John/Father Morgan/Father Ewan, pleasing

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

If you're looking for that perfect gift for your fic loving friend, $10 will by you 1000-1500 words of fic here
And if you're looking for something bigger, or pictures, or tarot, you can go to this post for details

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Comment Porn Month -- Day 18

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 13:30:28 GMT

Another day, another theme!

Today we're are drinking Role Playing

Naughty nurses, teachers and students, cops and robbers...we all like to play a little....Maybe your actors want to switch roles, maybe someone's lover wants him to be a pilot or a doctor...maybe it's for a job...and it carries over...it's all fun...it's all good!

Just a few rules to help keep the fun. All fics should be R or NC-17, or seriously leaning in that direction...the point here is porn. Try to follow the prompting format I'll leave below because we have a kind (and kinda crazy) soul who has volunteered to index for us and this will make it easier. Please stick with the theme of the day as much as possible (and again, if the prompt inspires something else, you can post it in your journal and drop a link to it here).

For the ease of indexing, please leave your prompts in the following format: Fandom, Pairing, prompt

Example:

Leverage, Eliot/Nate/Hardison, The Discipline Job
RPS, JDM/Jensen, Jensen wants Jeff to be John Winchester for him

Crossover Example:
Leverage/Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Eliot, playing succubus bait

And, if none of these are doing it for you, cyphersushi has set us up a delicious index. Lonely Prompts, all the prompts that were left and not answered.

If reading is your thing, we got that covered too: An Index of Filled Prompts!

There you have it, all there is to comment porn fun! Go forth and porn, peoples! OH, and remember to let your friends know...invite others to come play. The more people, the more fun it is. Like an orgy!

If you're looking for that perfect gift for your fic loving friend, $10 will by you 1000-1500 words of fic here
And if you're looking for something bigger, or pictures, or tarot, you can go to this post for details

And for you writer like people, pictures2words is open for signups. Come join a different kind of art & fic challenge, where the art comes first and the fic draws inspiration from the art. Author sign ups have started! So come join us, and tell your friends.

Wants and Needs, RPS (Daddy!Kink), NC-17

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:45:45 GMT

Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Wants and Needs (daddy!kink!verse, all of which will eventually be archived: here, directly follows Tell Me What You Need)
Characters/Pairings: JDM/CK, CK/SC, CK/JP, CK/JA, JDM/CK/SC/JA/JP
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6000
Summary: Jeff has decided that Chris needs to understand that he's loved, so he takes him to Chicago, where Daddy's boys tell Chris exactly that, in a language that he understands.

A/Ns & Warnings: Written for ziplockeddaze, for her generosity and helpful attitude. Warnings include a fair amount of angst and a lot of schloomp. I hope you like this, my dear!

Chris is subdued and quiet as Jeff leads him down the stairs and out to the waiting car. He nods when Jeff asks him if he's okay, but doesn't say much. It's early and he hasn't slept much, and what sleep he'd gotten had been filled with jumbled up dreams of lost loves and sex and anger and hurt and--

Jeff's hand slides down his legs and Chris looks up. "Don't make me wish I'd paddled you before we left." Jeff says in a gruff whisper.

Chris thinks that shouldn't make him want to bury his face in Jeff's neck, but it does and that's so many kinds of wrong he isn't sure he wants to count. He wants to pass it off as tired, as nothing more than a need for sleep, but it was more than that and he knew Jeff knew it. He was off balance, outside what was comfortable and not sure exactly how to deal with it without pulling back behind the walls Jeff had torn down the night before.

Jeff's hand is on the back of his neck now, as the cab pulls them into the airport. He squeezes to get Chris to look at him. "You need something?"

Chris shakes his head, looks away and Jeff just squeezes again. "Words."

"No, Jeff." Daddy. His eyes flick up to Jeff's. "I'm just…tired. I'm tired."

He knows Jeff knows he's lying, but Jeff just nods and pays the cabbie as they stop. They only have one duffle bag between them and Jeff's carrying it as they get out. They make it through security and up to the VIP lounge where Jeff shoves him into the bathroom, and into a stall.

"What?" Chris says with more force than he feels.

"This is not going to work if you aren't going to be honest with me, Christian." Jeff says, his eyes softer somehow than his words.

Chris can't quite look up at him as he shrugs, wanting to shrug Jeff's hands away, shrug away his concern, his affection…Chris swallows. Love. Because Jeff had said it. Jeff had meant it and he couldn't blow it off the way he did when Steve said it…because Steve had been a friend first, and he could still pretend that's what Steve meant…but this…Jeff had broken through every defense he had and he had only said it when Chris was vulnerable, when Chris would feel it and no matter how much parts of him wanted it, the idea was stifling and overwhelming and brought him right up to the edge of himself.

"I…" He exhales and moves closer, lets his body line up with Jeff's, lets himself feel the heat and strength of Jeff. "I'm not dealing very well."

Jeff actually snorts. "You don't say." He pulls Chris back to look at him. "Tell me what you need."

He flashes back to the night before.

"Tell me." Jeff whispers, his hands sliding up now to release Chris' hands.

When his hands are free, Chris slides one up to Jeff's face, drawing him back for a kiss. It isn't what he usually gets or gives…there are no hard edges, no teeth. "This?" Chris whispers, not sure he's making himself clear. "Please?"

He closes his eyes and guides Jeff's arms around his waist. He wants to run, he wants to walk away from this…but Jeff didn't ask for what he wanted. "Kiss me." Chris murmurs and Jeff obliges, his hand sliding into Chris' hair and pulling him in close for a soft kiss. His fingers tighten and his teeth grab Chris' lip as he pulls away.

"If we had time, I'd fuck you right here." Jeff whispers in his ear.

Chris smiles and draws in a deep breath. Jeff pulls back and opens the stall. He heads out to the lounge and Chris stops at the sinks to wash his hands and splash water onto his face. It's a long flight and he needs to get himself together.

Jeff is waiting for him in the lounge with a shot of Jack and Chris takes it without question, downing it just as the overhead announces first class boarding on their flight. He follows Jeff out to the gate, hoping he can at least get a little sleep on the plane.

Jeff's on the phone as they pull into the hotel and Chris is squirming because he can already see the crowds and the last thing he needs is to deal with being seen…let alone being seen arriving with Jeff.

Jeff leans up to the window and tells the driver to go around the side. His hand slides onto Chris' leg and squeezes. The driver stops near what looks like a service entrance and Jeff gets out of the car.

Someone vaguely familiar is opening the door and gesturing them inside, then Steve is there, pulling Chris into a hug. "I have Jensen's key to the suite." Steve murmured, handing the key off to Jeff without moving from Chris. "Service elevator is just over here." He tugs Chris toward the hall, keeping himself between Chris and the rest of the hotel, as if he was some fragile thing to be protected.

In the elevator, Chris lets Steve crowd him into the corner, arms around him, lips pressing tiny kisses into his face. He doesn't quite look at Steve, just holds on to him to keep everything from spinning out of control.

Steve walks him into the suite after Jeff gets the door open and straight into one of the bedrooms. "I can't stay." Steve murmurs and Chris swallows down the surge of abandonment. "I wanted to see you, make sure you were okay."

Chris nods into his shoulder and pulls away, but Steve yanks him back, kissing him soundly. "Jared should be up before too long. He's got an hour or so free while Misha's fucking around and Jensen's signing autographs."

Chris nods again. Steve sighs and grabs his chin, forcing him to look at Steve. "You know I love you, right?"

Chris blinks and pulls away, Steve suddenly too close for comfort. "Chris?"

"Yeah…I know." Chris says, though it comes out filled with irritation. To his surprise, Steve isn't done and he grabs Chris and pulls him around.

"No, I don't think you do." Steve shakes his head. "I can't believe Jeff was right. You stubborn, arrogant, fucking thick-headed prick."

Chris blinks at him, not accustomed to such outbursts from Steve. Sure, they fought over music sometimes and occasionally over other stupid shit, but this was different. Steve kisses him again, his tongue stroking over Chris' before he backs away. "I really have to get downstairs….I'll be back."

Chris doesn't watching him go, just turns to the window, staring out at the skyline until he hears the door close and Jeff clear his throat. "Maybe you need that spanking after all." Jeff says, though there's humor in his voice.

He doesn't react, just lets go of the heavy curtain. "I don't know what's going on in that head of yours." Jeff says as he comes closer.

"I don't either." Chris admits, letting Jeff pull him back against his body. "You know this isn't…me…this…" He sighs and closes his eyes, resting against Jeff.

"Let go." Jeff whispers in his ear. "Stop fighting…just for now, just for today…let us in."

Chris tries, closing his eyes and letting Jeff hold him, support him. "Shh…" Jeff murmurs, his hands sliding up his arms. He strokes down his chest, his hands working at Chris' zipper and then easing his jeans down slowly. "Step out." His hands are gentle as they work his shirt up and off.

"Jeff…" Strong hands caress over his skin, tender and easy. Jeff's mouth moves over his shoulder, lips slightly parted, his tongue teasing at the skin. He latches on just where his neck begins, sucking the skin in and worrying at it with his teeth before soothing away the sting with his tongue. One hand finds his cock and strokes it and Chris hisses as it fills and hardens. "Jeff…Daddy." He whispers the word and turns to Jeff, eyes still closed as he seeks out his mouth, needing to feel him, taste him.

Jeff lets him cling, draws him toward the king size bed. He sits and Chris climbs into his lap, his cock hard between them. Their kiss is messy, tongues and lips sliding together and away, until Chris comes up for air, and he wants…needs…and Jeff must see it in his eyes because he's lifting Chris up, unzipping his jeans and trying to shed them even as he moves up the bed and tries not to loose his touch on Christian's thigh.

Finally he has enough of his pants down, his cock hard and pointing up. Chris makes a whimpering sort of noise and reaches for it, guiding it as he straddles over Jeff and eases down, taking it all in one long, slow push.

It's an echo of the night before, and Chris rides him slow, his eyes closing as Jeff's hand curls around his cock. "Eyes." Jeff says in his gruff voice. "Christian, look at me."

Christian opens his eyes and meets Jeff's gaze. He rides up and slides back down, biting his lower lip as Jeff thrusts up at the end. He starts a little when he feels hands on his back. He hadn't heard the door, but he knows those hands, big and warm sliding up his back.

Jared's mouth found his shoulder, then up his neck and Chris turns his head to catch his lips. Jared murmurs something into his mouth, his hands going away to work at removing his clothes. Chris slows, reaching for Jared, who is still fumbling for clothing. Then Jared is there, naked and straddling over Jeff's stomach to fully take Chris in his arms, his mouth slanting over Chris', his lips open and his tongue surging into his mouth as if he is dying to taste.

Jeff grunts and thrusts up into Chris as Jared's hand takes over the slow jacking of Christian's cock, never breaking the kiss. Jeff's come is hot as it fills him and Christian almost misses it for the way Jared has filled up his senses…but then Jeff is moving them, turning and they fall off to the side in a tangle of limbs and hard cocks and Jared chuckles when Jeff's hand tangles in his hair and pulls him in for a kiss of his own. "Hey Daddy." Jared whispers, not letting go of Chris.

"You know why we're here?" Jeff asks all gruff and Daddy-like.

Jared nods. "Don't worry, I've got him."

Chris gets himself untangled from Jared as Jeff leans in and kisses the top of his head. "Love you, knucklehead. I'll be around if you need me."

"Knucklehead?" Jared asks with a chuckle as he tugs and pulls to get Chris closer.

Chris shakes his head and pushes sweaty hair out of his face. "He's…" But he has no words for the last fourteen hours or what has transpired.

"He's Daddy." Jared finishes for him, lips seeking out Chris' again. "And he loves you."

Chris closes his eyes, turns away…wants to push the words away, but Jared isn't letting him go. His fingers tighten on Chris' chin and he squeezes until Chris opens his eyes. "He does. And so do I."

Chris makes a face and moves to pull away, but Jared rolls them until he's on top, stretched out over Chris, holding him down.

"You know it's more than this, right?" Jared asks, rubbing their naked cocks against each other. Chris moans when Jared's cock head slides down far enough to press into his balls, his legs falling open in invitation. "Chris, look at me."

He doesn't know when Jared learned to use that tone of voice, but it has the right affect, pulls his eyes in, makes him look up into Jared's eyes. "It might have started out like this…just sex…just friends…" Jared's hands slide up his legs, spreading him open. His cock nestles against Christian's hole. He moves his hips just a little and the head of his cock breaches the other ring. He stills and waits for Chris to realize he's looked away again. When Chris makes his eyes meet Jared's again, Jared smiles.

His hands are holding Chris down, splayed out over his stomach. "You are a part of me." Jared says as he pushes forward, entering Chris in a slow stroke. He pins Chris with his eyes. Chris can feel tears burning in the corner of his eyes and he blinks to make them go away. Jared doesn't break eye contact as his hips move, doesn't let Chris look away.

Jared's body covers his again as he leans in to kiss him, cock buried deep inside him as his tongue slides over Christian's lips, flicking at the corners to make him open his mouth more. He tilts his hips, pressing into Chris and making him groan with need. He repeats the motion, swallowing each sound Chris makes, his mouth sucking at Chris' lips and tongue and leaving him gasping when Jared comes inside him. "Been thinking about doing this since Jensen told me you were coming." Jared says as he kisses over Chris' face, hands soothing hair off his face.

He slides down Chris' body, kissing and licking at his sweat-slicked skin until he reaches his cock. He licks over the tip, down the side, up the underside and Chris reaches for him, but Jared evades him, kissing down his cock now, to his balls, nipping at them lightly and sucking them into his mouth until Chris is grunting and thrusting up into empty air.

"Love the way you come undone." Jared whispers, hands splayed out on Christian's hips, holding him down as he rises up and opens his mouth, swallowing Christian to the base and sucking his way back up.

"Fuck." Chris manages to get a handful of his hair as he starts to come and Jared keeps sucking until Chris is tugging on that hair to pull him off. "Fuck…shit." Jared moves over him, laying against him and opening his mouth over his lips, letting come dribble out to coat Chris' lips before closing the distance and kissing him, sharing the taste.

Jared rolls them so that they're face to face. His fingers caress lightly over Chris' cheeks and forehead, followed by tiny kisses. "Love the way you take care of Steve. Love the way you push Jeff. Love the way you know how to make Jensen feel safe. Love the way you like to play dirty and rough…but need you to know that this is okay too."

Chris lets him caress and kiss for a minute, then presses forward, taking Jared's mouth gentle and tender. "I get it Jare." Chris whispers, nuzzling into Jared's neck. "I…I can't promise I'll always….not always."

Jared's hands surround his face, holding him still. "Not always, but whenever you need, okay?"

Chris nods and Jared kisses him again, then slides to the side. "I hate to fuck and run, but I need to shower and get downstairs. I've got to do autographs now that Jensen's done."

"I'd hate for you to show up down there smelling like sex." Chris says, grinning and laying back against the pillows.

Jared smirks and grabs his clothes. "Bad enough I'll be damp around the edges. You know how fangirls are."

"At least they know where Jensen was, right?"

"True." Jared stops at the door to the bathroom. "You okay?"

Chris nods. "I'm fine."

"Jensen should be up soon."

"What am I, the revolving door?"

Jared just grins. "I'll see you after the dinner thing, okay?"

Chris half expects Jeff to come in now that he's alone again, and when he doesn't Chris drifts toward sleep, the emotional ride and the lack of any real sleep dragging him under.

He wakes to the feeling of hands. They start at his ankles and slide upward, the bed dipping and a body filling the space beside him. Chris opens his eyes and Jensen smiles at him. "Hey."

Chris rubs one eye and breathes in deep. "Hey."

"I almost didn't want to wake you." Jensen kisses the end of his nose and Chris frowns at him. "You looked so peaceful."

Chris snorts and rolls onto his back. "I never look peaceful."

"Thus the reason I didn't want to wake you." Jensen responds, his hand coming to rest on Christian's chest.

Chris huffs and tries not to crawl back inside what's familiar…with Jensen there's always been a comfortable place where he's friends and it was never about sex or anything more…not until Jeff. Jensen's too much like Bryan, the same hair, the same green eyes, the same pissy expression when Chris is too far gone inside his head. "What?" Chris asks as Jensen lifts up and looks down at him.

"You. Quiet. Never good. Especially not on a day like this."

Chris makes a face and shakes his head. "It's not like I'm known for being gabby."

"No, but…you're here for a reason and when you get all quiet I start thinking maybe I need to call Daddy in here."

Chris sits up, starts to pull away, but Jensen gets a hand in his hair, tangles it into curls and tugs, bringing Chris back down on his back. "Or maybe I'll just handle it myself."

"Oh?" Chris asks, wondering if Jensen has what it takes, but before he can say more, Jensen has his free hand around his cock, hard and squeezing harder until Chris holds up both hands. "Okay…okay…Jen, shit. Stop."

Jensen raises an eyebrow and looks down at him. "You going to listen?"

"Yeah…yeah…okay? I'm listening."

Jensen tightens his grip just a little, then lets go. He nods. Then he's pulling something out of his pocket and Chris jumps when he attaches clothespin to Chris' nipples. Jensen grins down at him as he straddles over Chris, still fully clothed. "Just to make sure you're paying attention."

Chris writhes under him, trying to escape the pressure of the pins, but they aren't budging. Jensen lets him wiggle for a few minutes, then catches his hands. Chris could escape if he really wanted to, he's sure, but Jensen just holds onto his hands, keeping them on Jensen's knees until Chris settles.

"Now, if I have your attention…" Jensen leans forward, making his denim covered ass rub across his now hardening cock. He keeps coming until his mouth is just over Chris' lips. "I need you to know that I never wanted to drag you into this. It wasn't my idea." His lips brushed over Christian's even while his words made Christian's stomach flop. "I tried to keep Jared from pushing. I knew you didn't want…the same things I did."

Chris opens his mouth to say something, but Jensen stops him with a kiss. "My turn to talk." He sits up a little, adjusts one of the clothespins, making Chris gasp. "I realize now I was wrong. You did want them, you just didn't know how to ask for them. I knew when you reacted to the collar. I could see it in your eyes, how much you wanted Daddy to take care of you…and you still couldn't ask, you could only push." He released one of the clips, then the other. "Push, push, push…making Daddy want to punish you, hiding what you really wanted him to do."

"Jen--" The clothespins reconnected with his nipples and he lost his words in the rush of pleasure-pain. "You don't hear us, Chris…even when we tell you what you really want to hear. You don't listen."

Chris swallows and tries to deny it, but he knows Jensen's right. "Today though…today you're going to hear us. You're going to feel us. You're going to learn a lesson that Daddy can't teach you himself. That's why you're here."

He leans in, licking over his hard, red and aching nipples, easing the pain a little before his teeth close over the tip of one and Chris yells, his hips tilting and making his cock hit Jensen's belt. Jensen grins down at him. "Still with me?"

Chris nods raggedly, reaching for him and dragging his face up to kiss him. Jensen lets him, eases the clips off as they kiss, and moving to one side so he can reach Chris' cock. "I love you Christian." Jensen whispers into his open mouth just before he pulls his hand up his cock. Chris gasps again, his hips thrusting upward, his mouth questing after Jensen's. Jensen keeps his lips just out of reach, barely brushing them over Christian's as he pushes his hand back down. He licks at Christian's open mouth, at the corners before he claims it, pushing Chris back into the pillows. His hand moves slow, up Chris' cock and down again.

His mouth slides off to one side, tongue and lips and teeth marking a trail up to Chris' ear. "I love you Christian."

His stroke is gaining speed now, and Chris drops his legs open more in search of more contact. What he gets is Jensen's denim covered knee between his legs, pressing in against his balls. Chris is starting to pant as Jensen's mouth comes back to his lips. "Do you hear me?" Jensen asks over his wet lips.

Chris opens his eyes and lifts his head to look up at his friend. He nods and licks his lips. "I hear you, Jen. I do. I get it."

Jensen smiles and twists his hand at the end of his stroke making Chris jerk and grab at his wrist. "Good." Jensen moves back and drops his head, taking Chris into his mouth and sucking him in. His teeth scrape lightly along the base, then he's sucking up and off, his hand following, pulling up his cock, covering the head, then sliding back down. He repeated the whole thing until Chris was lifting his hips in a desperate attempt to keep Jensen's mouth on his dick.

"Shit…stop teasing…." Chris growls. Jensen chuckles, but his head starts to bob over Chris and it isn't long before Chris is grabbing his hair, thrusting up and yelling out as he comes.

Jensen doesn't stop licking as Chris rides the wave of orgasm back to the mattress, not until Chris whimpers and tugs at him. Jensen moves then, comes to lay alongside Chris again. "You know…you're more than my friend. You're a brother, a lover…hell, Chris, I don't know how I would have survived those early years without you."

Chris turns on his side, kissing Jensen's lips softly. "You don't have to keep trying to convince me."

Jensen shakes his head a little. "No…" He bites his lip and Chris gets a sense that he's trying to say something more. "Jeff was really worried. You've been…pushing a lot, not just with him…with work and the music…always gotta be pushing something…and all you're doing is pushing away the people who love you."

"I'm here." Chris says, though Jensen's right.

Jensen kisses him lightly. "Yes, you are. And I'm here." Jensen's quiet for a minute and when he looks in Chris' eyes, he's quiet, intense and Chris feels some inner wall crack. "I'm not him."

Chris opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

"I don't know who he was or how he hurt you…but I see him in your eyes sometimes when you look at me. I'm not him."

Chris closes his eyes, the image of Bryan leaping into his mind. "No, you're not." Chris agrees softly, willing away the tears he can feel burning in his eyes. "He was…" He shakes his head and opens his eyes, looking into Jensen's eyes. "I loved him."

Jensen smiles softly. "He's not here. I am."

There's an unspoken question in his words, a need for Chris to let himself love Jensen that way, to open himself up, share that dark, hidden core of himself and Chris swallows the need to say something sarcastic to ruin the moment. "I'm trying," he says instead.

Jensen kisses him, soft and chaste. "It's a start." He sits up and brushes damp hair out of Christian's face. "I have to go to dinner. Jeff told me you should take a hot bath. He's having food brought up."

"A hot bath, huh?" Chris lifts up on his elbows, watches Jensen cross to his luggage to change.

"Big tub." Jensen says grinning as he shucks the shirt he'd been wearing in favor of a softer looking sweater. "Jared and I took a bath last night."

"Together?" Chris asks, inching toward the side of the bed now. "Must be big."

Actually hot water sounds pretty good and Jensen comes back long enough to kiss his forehead and slap his ass before his darting out the door and Chris crosses to the bathroom door. "He wasn't kidding," he mumbles as he sees the tub. Him and Steve and Jared and Jensen could all fit into it if they tried.

He sets about filling the tub, relieves himself and stops to look at himself as he passes the mirror. He's beginning to wish he'd brought his shaving kit. He's starting to look a little bit like Grizzly Adams again.

Chris slips into the hot water, letting it ease past the muscle aches and sting against the welts on his ass and thighs. It feels good to let go…and he smiles at himself, at all the ways he means that. He feels good. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

He closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling, into the idea of it.

"Now that is a beautiful sight."

Chris opens his eyes, finding Steve by the side of the tub, stripping out of his clothes and dropping them without care as he stares at Chris, his eyes bright as he steps up into the tub. He stands over Chris, looking down at him, his cock already hard.

"I thought you had a dinner thing too." Chris says, leaning back to look up at him, then lifting his head to lick at the tip of his cock.

"I skipped it." Steve says, leaning in to offer more of his cock to Chris. "Thought maybe you were ready for it to be my turn."

"That depends…" Chris says before taking Steve's cock into his mouth and sucking hard. "What does your turn offer?"

"Well we can start with what you're doing." Steve pushes his cock back between his lips.

"Oh, you like that?" Chris asks playfully, turning his head to take the dick between his teeth, making Steve hiss. "Maybe it's my turn." Chris says, rising up a little, nuzzling into Steve's hip. His own cock has started to get warmed up to the idea, despite the fact that it has already come a few times in the last few hours.

"You'll get your turn." Steve says, reaching around Chris for a bottle of pricey bath oil. He gets his fingers wet with the stuff and reaches around behind himself, working himself open while Chris nips and licks at his stomach and hips and then sinks back down to take his cock into his mouth again.

Steve thrusts forward, then pulls back immediately, apologizing, but Chris just grabs his hips and pulls him in again, taking all of him, opening up his throat and swallowing. Steve hits the wall as he moans and makes tiny thrusts into Chris, then pulls out, panting as Chris follows. He can barely catch his own breath, and still, he wants more, wants everything Steve can give him. He licks over the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-come as it leaks and then sucks him in again.

"Fuck, Chris." Steve clearly had other ideas when he came in, but Chris knows he owns him right now as his eyes close and Chris tastes the first drop of come on his tongue. He sucks and swallows and sucks harder until Steve is thrusting in hard and Chris' head meets the tub as he adjusts to take it, swallowing and gasping for air as Steve finally withdraws.

His eyes are dark as they look down at Chris, his hand coming away from his ass. He looks down and starts to squat, reaching into the water for Chris' cock. "Want you." Steve says, his voice sounding like they've just come off stage. "Want this." Chris opens his mouth to say something about the water and getting out, but Steve doesn't listen, just sinks onto him, taking Chris in one long sinking stroke, his mouth open and his eyes half closed.

Chris can't argue, not when his face looks like that, not when he's panting in tiny little breaths, his hands on Chris' shoulders. Steve's eyes open and focus on Chris, searching his face before he leans in to lick his lips open. "I loved you the first time I saw you." Steve whispers, his ass clenching around Chris. "You had that old beat up guitar in your lap, trying to play some song, but it wouldn't stay tuned. You were singing like it didn't matter though. Made me want to kiss you."

Steve rises up his cock and sinks down slow. "First time I saw you with a kid…at that publicity thing…holy fuck, Chris…made me wish I could give you kids." Steve's mouth covers his, his tongue flicking at the roof of his mouth. Steve grinds down on him and Chris has to move, has to do something.

Water splashes out of the tub as he turns them so that Steve is under him, his back against the side of the tub. Chris controls the angle now and the depth of thrust, pulling back so only the head of his cock is inside Steve.

Steve drops his head back against the edge of the tub, groaning a little as Chris teases him. "And the first time with Jeff…when you wouldn't stop…when you let him put you in the cage…holy fucking god, Chris…loved the way you looked, the way you touched me, fucked me…the way you take care of me when I need you…"

Chris shoves himself in, lifts Steve nearly out of the water, leaning in to lick away the streams of it running down his chest. His stomach clenches around an emotional burst, need and want and love burning inside him and he can't breathe for how much he wants Steve to know.

His hands hold Steve's head as his lips seek out Steve's, sucking on his lower lip as he groans to try to find his voice. "Steve…." He kisses him over and over, holding his cock deep inside him. "God…Steve…you…" He opens his eyes, looking into the blue depths of Steve's. "God I love you. So much…so goddamn much."

Tears burn in Steve's eyes and his mouth stops Chris from saying anything, swallowing the sounds that started as words. Steve's hands slide through his wet hair, gripping and pulling Chris closer, both of them whimpering into one another as Chris comes.

His eyes squeeze shut as he rides out the orgasm and when he can open them again there's a hand on the back of his neck and Jeff is there, leaning over the side of the tub. He smiles and Chris leans out to kiss him, sated and slow.

"I've got dinner when you're ready."

"Give us a minute?"

Jeff nods and slides away, back out to the main room of the suite where he's arranging plates and pouring drinks when Steve emerges, clad in a hotel robe. "He's managing his hair." Steve says, sliding into Jeff's arms and tilting his head back for a kiss. "Didn't get to say hello before."

"Hello." Jeff says, kissing him again. "He okay?"

Steve sighs and nods. "I think so."

"Good. Boy's got a hard head."

Steve chuckles. "Hard head, hard ass."

"Hell, even my cock is hard." Chris says as he comes out of the bathroom in another robe, his wet hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"I figured by now it would be work for you to get it up." Jeff says, reaching out to pull him in with Steve and kissing him soundly.

"At this point it don't get soft cause it knows that more is coming." Chris counters, nipping back at Jeff's lips. His eyes sparkle with play and fire as they meet Jeff's. "Daddy."

He says the word with more growl, more bite than Jensen or Jared ever do, and yet it drops straight into Jeff's cock, makes him want to bend the boy over the fine china and lick his ass until it opened up for him.

Instead, Jeff steps back. "Told the boys we'd wait for them."

"Fuck them." Chris says, following Jeff now, and dragging Steve with him.

Jeff raises an eyebrow and Chris laughs. "Well, yeah, that too. When they get here. I'm horny and don't want to wait."

"You know, they say patience is a virtue." Jeff says, sitting on the couch. He's barely sitting when Chris gets his hands on his belt.

"I ain't very virtuous." Chris says with a grin.

"Oh, I'm getting that." Jeff says. He's gonna have to teach the boy patience…and it occurs to him that the lessons could be fun…for Jeff at least…but not tonight. No…gods, not tonight. Not when Christian already has Jeff's cock out and is licking at it…not when Steve is behind Chris, pulling at his robe…no, tonight is going to be about giving Christian what he wants…now that they've all given him what he needs.

Jeff pushes Chris clear so that he can get rid of his shirt and jeans. "Steve, lube." Steve disappears and Jeff pulls Chris down to kiss. "Gonna fill you up good, boy."

"Can take anything you got old man." Chris says, though some of the bite isn't there, and he follows it with lips over Jeff's throat. Steve reappears and Jeff nods. "Get rid of the robes and get him ready. I want him really wet."

He pulls Chris down so that they're chest to chest, nipping at his jaw as Steve slicks his fingers. He sees it in Chris' eyes the moment Steve pushes in, and with each additional finger, he watches Chris' eyes flare until he's pushing back on Steve's hand and Steve reaches under them to smear Jeff's cock too.

Jeff takes Chris by the hips, trusting Steve to guide them as he pushes Chris down. Chris opens his mouth as he takes the cock, pants a little as Jeff keeps pushing, and he grunts when Jeff is in all the way. Jeff holds up his hand for lube and gets some from Steve, smearing it over Chris. "Keep the rhythm." Jeff says as he starts stroking Chris and it takes Chris a minute to get his meaning, but then he's rising up and sinking down to the same pace of Jeff's hand.

Steve is watching, waiting. Jeff nods and Steve slicks up his cock. Jeff slows the pace, and Chris moans. The moan changes to a whine as Steve moves in behind him, rubs his slick cock over the stretched skin of Christian's ass and the hot skin of Jeff's cock where it impales him.

Steve's fingers work along the rim, loosening him more and more…and Chris whimpers as Jeff pinches the base of his cock to keep him from coming on the spot. Steve works more lube onto his fingers, onto his cock, as he works more of his fingers into Chris, then the head of his cock is in and Chris drops his mouth open and the sound coming from him is something Jeff has never heard.

He shifts them, pulls Chris down, gives Steve room and slowly he pushes in until he's almost fully inside Chris and they all pant together for a moment as he adjusts, then it's Chris that moves, pushes back, and pulls forward, his hands on Jeff's shoulders, his cock dragging along Jeff's stomach.

Steve is biting into Chris' back now, leaving read marks as he rubs himself along Jeff's cock. Chris is whispering a litany of filthy things into Jeff's sweat-slicked chest and Jeff's almost there, almost ready when the door opens and Jensen and Jared are there.

"I told you they'd start without us." Jensen says.

"As long as they let us finish." Jared responds, already stripping out of his clothes.

Chris is reaching for them, Steve is fucking all the harder and Jeff's cock isn't going to take much more. He drags Chris back to him with a growl and his hand on his cock and a thrust up into him as he comes, filling him all the more. He moves them then, tilting them back until Steve is on his back and Chris is riding him and Jeff slides out, makes room.

Jared takes his place, sliding into Chris on lube and come and Chris shivers, adjusts, reaches for Jared, wanting more. Jared takes over the active fucking while Steve just holds Chris, his cock holding him open. Jensen's naked and waiting and Jeff grabs him, using his slick hand to slick his cock as they kiss. Jeff slaps Jared's ass and guide's Jensen to him, watching as all of his boys moved together.

His boys. Chris roars as he comes, Steve right behind him. Jared fucks into him a few minutes more, making Steve pant and grab at the couch as their cocks pressed together, then Jared was coming and falling forward and Jensen was not far behind him.

Each one a handful all by themselves, and with Chris that might be two handfuls all by himself…but somehow, somewhere he'd fallen for them…and now that he was sure that they all knew that, it was time to get back to being the daddy.

"That's it, the lot of you, into bed. Half of you have to deal with fangirls, the other half with me."

They extricate themselves from each other and come to him one by one, kissing him deeply. "Night Daddy," they each whisper as they leave him, heading into the big king size bed and when he finally turns off the lights to join them, they've left him a space right in the middle, Chris and Steve on one side, Jared and Jensen on the other.

Comment Porn Month -- Day17

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 13:39:04 GMT

Another day, another theme!

Today we're are drinking Car Sex

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