Fic Dump #3
Title: Center
Fandom: Inception
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Cobb/Saito, mentions of Cobb/Mal
Warnings: none that I know of; vauge descriptions of blowjobs?
Summary: Saito is demanding, and he is not.
Saito’s hands slide up his thighs slowly, deliberately. Saito’s attention to detail is impeccable. He carefully plans every move he makes, every touched designed to make Dom sigh just so.
The kids are…elsewhere. One of those weekends with grandma they loved so much. Out of the house was the most important thing; Saito always draws the noises out of him.
Saito kissed Don’s leg as if he could sense his mind wandering. Dom smiled a little and let his legs fall wider, giving Saito more room to work.
Saito demanded attention, but Dom didn’t mind. Saito’s body said “make me the center of your attention”; his eyes added “and I’ll make you the center of mine”. He was so different from Mal.
Certainly Mal wasn’t as slow as Saito; slow sex between them was always over quickly, both of them in a hurry to reach that next great height. She was a whirlwind, wild and passionate and unpredictable.
Dom tried to avoid thoughts of Mal during his time with Saito. The last time his thoughts had drifted towards her he’d ended up sobbing because oh God there was so much he couldn’t remember. His memory of her had been warped by his subconscious to the point that at times the Mal in his head was completely unrecognizable.
He pushed his thoughts of her away and focused on the feel of Saito’s lips against his skin, of his tongue. Dom touched Saito’s jaw, ran his hands down Saito’s chest, but didn’t attempt to rush him.
This was what Saito preferred, focusing all of his energy on pleasing a lover. Saito was good at it of course, the first press of his lips against Dom’s dick feather soft.
Saito sucked him with all deliberate speed - center of Dom’s attention, as Dom was the center of his.
Title: Parental Egg Instinct
or
Not So Demonic Ass-Eggs
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: mentions of Dean/Cas and Sam/Gabriel
Rating: R
Warning: ass-babies. Swearing.
Link
Summary: Would you like your assbaby scrambled?
“Sam, that egg just came out of your ass!”
Sam shrugged and curled around it. “Well yeah, but…I can’t help it. It needs me.”
Dean’s eyes bugged out. “It’s an ass egg! For all we know it’s a demon ass egg! What it needs is to be scrambled.”
“No!”
“It is not demonic,” came a rough voice from the doorway. They jumped, Sam putting the egg behind him to better protect it.
It was Castiel.
Dean slumped, one hand clutching his chest. “Jesus, Cas!”
“The egg is not demonic,” Castiel said again. He frowned at Sam. “It is too cold in this room; you will stunt its growth.”
“What is it then?” Dean asked, looking between his brother and Castiel. “Nice of you to show up by the way.”
“I came to offer my congratulations. It has been long time since the last angelic fledgling was hatched.”
It took a moment for Dean to put two and two together; by that time, Sam had turned red and tried to smother himself with his pillow.
Dean put his hands on his hips. “Who was it?”
“…Gabriel?”
“What?!”
“It was only once! I was drunk! He said we didn’t need a condom ‘cause he was an angel!”
“And you believed him?!”
“This antagonism is not beneficial to the fledgling.”
Dean turned to yell at Cas but stopped with his finger pointing and his mouth hanging open. “Cas….”
“I am not as powerful as Gabriel,” Castiel said quickly. “So long as you do not desire a child….”
“Cas….”
“Without the intervention of my father it is highly unlikely that….”
“Does this mean I’m off the hook?” Sam asked, sitting up and putting his egg in his lap.
“No,” Dean said, without a moment’s hesitation. “Gabriel is a dick. He probably won’t pay child support.”
Title: Fools
Fandom: ST:XI
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Warnings: au, insults, mentions of violence, dubious quality is dubious
Notes: written for the Chekov/Sulu bingo prompt “tropes: forbidden romance”
Summary: The wall between them isn’t physical.
Pavel tried to keep his joy from his face when Hikaru brought his basket to the river, but it was difficult.
They were alone, having been careful to choose an hour when the other servants sought shade from the burning sun.
“I hear your master beats you with a shovel,” Hikaru said. It was his way of asking if Pavel was alright.
“A fool gets his gossip from other fools,” Pavel said, meaning “I’m fine.” “And you are one to talk. I hear your master whips you with a nine-tailed cat.”
“Now who’s the fool?”
Pavel hid his relief in his washing. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hikaru look ‘round again, making sure they were really alone. Then he set his basket next to Pavel’s.
“I missed you,” he mumbled, bending his head to his work.
“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re alright. I could see the smoke from my window.”
“It was just a barn,” Hikaru said. “I wasn’t anywhere near it.”
“I do not know how much longer I can stand this,” Pavel said, giving the shirt he held a vicious squeeze. “I thought today that I would newer see you again.”
“It’s okay, Pasha. I told you; I’m fine.”
“What if you had not been fine?” Pavel snapped. “What then? What if Kirk’s bombs take out the tower with me in it? What if Spock causes Kirk’s estate to be swallowed by the ground?”
“It won’t happen.”
“It could.” Pavel grabbed Hikaru’s arm. “Why can’t we leawe here?”
“Kirk’s a good master,” Hikaru said. “And Spock’s good to you. They’ll make peace any day now; we just have to wait.”
“I cannot bear this not knowing. I nearly came to be with you, when I saw the fire.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Pasha he’ll kill you if you’re seen over here. Either of them would.”
“We could go to McCoy in the south, or to Uhura in the east. We could be together there.”
“Or we’d be killed on the way.”
“At least we would be killed together, and I would not hawe to worry.” Pavel let go of Hikaru, finally looking around himself. They were still safely alone. He gathered his basket, only half its contents washed. “Do not make me griewe you a second time.”
Hikaru grabbed Pavel and kissed him - more than he’d dared to do for a fortnight. “I’ll think about it,” he said, after taking a moment to savor the taste of Pavel’s lips. “Give me a day.”
Fandom: Inception
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Cobb/Saito, mentions of Cobb/Mal
Warnings: none that I know of; vauge descriptions of blowjobs?
Summary: Saito is demanding, and he is not.
Saito’s hands slide up his thighs slowly, deliberately. Saito’s attention to detail is impeccable. He carefully plans every move he makes, every touched designed to make Dom sigh just so.
The kids are…elsewhere. One of those weekends with grandma they loved so much. Out of the house was the most important thing; Saito always draws the noises out of him.
Saito kissed Don’s leg as if he could sense his mind wandering. Dom smiled a little and let his legs fall wider, giving Saito more room to work.
Saito demanded attention, but Dom didn’t mind. Saito’s body said “make me the center of your attention”; his eyes added “and I’ll make you the center of mine”. He was so different from Mal.
Certainly Mal wasn’t as slow as Saito; slow sex between them was always over quickly, both of them in a hurry to reach that next great height. She was a whirlwind, wild and passionate and unpredictable.
Dom tried to avoid thoughts of Mal during his time with Saito. The last time his thoughts had drifted towards her he’d ended up sobbing because oh God there was so much he couldn’t remember. His memory of her had been warped by his subconscious to the point that at times the Mal in his head was completely unrecognizable.
He pushed his thoughts of her away and focused on the feel of Saito’s lips against his skin, of his tongue. Dom touched Saito’s jaw, ran his hands down Saito’s chest, but didn’t attempt to rush him.
This was what Saito preferred, focusing all of his energy on pleasing a lover. Saito was good at it of course, the first press of his lips against Dom’s dick feather soft.
Saito sucked him with all deliberate speed - center of Dom’s attention, as Dom was the center of his.
Title: Parental Egg Instinct
or
Not So Demonic Ass-Eggs
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: mentions of Dean/Cas and Sam/Gabriel
Rating: R
Warning: ass-babies. Swearing.
Link
Summary: Would you like your assbaby scrambled?
“Sam, that egg just came out of your ass!”
Sam shrugged and curled around it. “Well yeah, but…I can’t help it. It needs me.”
Dean’s eyes bugged out. “It’s an ass egg! For all we know it’s a demon ass egg! What it needs is to be scrambled.”
“No!”
“It is not demonic,” came a rough voice from the doorway. They jumped, Sam putting the egg behind him to better protect it.
It was Castiel.
Dean slumped, one hand clutching his chest. “Jesus, Cas!”
“The egg is not demonic,” Castiel said again. He frowned at Sam. “It is too cold in this room; you will stunt its growth.”
“What is it then?” Dean asked, looking between his brother and Castiel. “Nice of you to show up by the way.”
“I came to offer my congratulations. It has been long time since the last angelic fledgling was hatched.”
It took a moment for Dean to put two and two together; by that time, Sam had turned red and tried to smother himself with his pillow.
Dean put his hands on his hips. “Who was it?”
“…Gabriel?”
“What?!”
“It was only once! I was drunk! He said we didn’t need a condom ‘cause he was an angel!”
“And you believed him?!”
“This antagonism is not beneficial to the fledgling.”
Dean turned to yell at Cas but stopped with his finger pointing and his mouth hanging open. “Cas….”
“I am not as powerful as Gabriel,” Castiel said quickly. “So long as you do not desire a child….”
“Cas….”
“Without the intervention of my father it is highly unlikely that….”
“Does this mean I’m off the hook?” Sam asked, sitting up and putting his egg in his lap.
“No,” Dean said, without a moment’s hesitation. “Gabriel is a dick. He probably won’t pay child support.”
Title: Fools
Fandom: ST:XI
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Warnings: au, insults, mentions of violence, dubious quality is dubious
Notes: written for the Chekov/Sulu bingo prompt “tropes: forbidden romance”
Summary: The wall between them isn’t physical.
Pavel tried to keep his joy from his face when Hikaru brought his basket to the river, but it was difficult.
They were alone, having been careful to choose an hour when the other servants sought shade from the burning sun.
“I hear your master beats you with a shovel,” Hikaru said. It was his way of asking if Pavel was alright.
“A fool gets his gossip from other fools,” Pavel said, meaning “I’m fine.” “And you are one to talk. I hear your master whips you with a nine-tailed cat.”
“Now who’s the fool?”
Pavel hid his relief in his washing. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hikaru look ‘round again, making sure they were really alone. Then he set his basket next to Pavel’s.
“I missed you,” he mumbled, bending his head to his work.
“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re alright. I could see the smoke from my window.”
“It was just a barn,” Hikaru said. “I wasn’t anywhere near it.”
“I do not know how much longer I can stand this,” Pavel said, giving the shirt he held a vicious squeeze. “I thought today that I would newer see you again.”
“It’s okay, Pasha. I told you; I’m fine.”
“What if you had not been fine?” Pavel snapped. “What then? What if Kirk’s bombs take out the tower with me in it? What if Spock causes Kirk’s estate to be swallowed by the ground?”
“It won’t happen.”
“It could.” Pavel grabbed Hikaru’s arm. “Why can’t we leawe here?”
“Kirk’s a good master,” Hikaru said. “And Spock’s good to you. They’ll make peace any day now; we just have to wait.”
“I cannot bear this not knowing. I nearly came to be with you, when I saw the fire.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Pasha he’ll kill you if you’re seen over here. Either of them would.”
“We could go to McCoy in the south, or to Uhura in the east. We could be together there.”
“Or we’d be killed on the way.”
“At least we would be killed together, and I would not hawe to worry.” Pavel let go of Hikaru, finally looking around himself. They were still safely alone. He gathered his basket, only half its contents washed. “Do not make me griewe you a second time.”
Hikaru grabbed Pavel and kissed him - more than he’d dared to do for a fortnight. “I’ll think about it,” he said, after taking a moment to savor the taste of Pavel’s lips. “Give me a day.”