Ficlets for the Denial community
Disclaimer for all: Not my universe. Just playing! *g*
Pairing: Nick/Ryan
Prompt: Finding each other
Rating: PG
Author Notes: For verito295. I hope that this is okay! I was either thinking of this or some sort of PWP scene and I prefer not to write PWP.
Ryan really didn't expect to find Nick at a gay bar. In fact, he didn't expect to find anybody he knew there. That was the reason why he went to this particularly seedy part of London whenever he felt lonely.
Sometimes he felt as though he was serving in the US military. Despite the UK's relatively lax laws regarding his kind, he had received his share of snide remarks and subtle discrimination. Not to mention half the US troops he served with in the Gulf kept on coughing behind their hands and talking about fags. When reprimanded, they claimed to be talking about cigarettes.
Ryan knew better. Nowadays, he preferred to hide his sexuality, which was why it was such a shock to see Nick here. He quite liked his job with the anomaly project. He didn't want to have to leave it.
He was about to turn around and leave when he saw Nick's eyes turn towards him.
Fuck. He walked over to the bar where Nick was nursing what looked like a scotch.
Ryan gestured to the bartender. "I'll have a scotch as well." He hesitated. "Better make that a double." This wasn't going to be a good conversation.
Nick regarded him with level eyes. "So," he said, and raised an eyebrow.
Ryan shrugged. "I'm gay." He winced inwardly at his automatically belligerent tone.
Nick's lips quirked into a grin. "I figured that."
"Did you follow me here?" Ryan demanded.
"Hardly," Nick retorted. "I was here first."
It took a few minutes for that to sink in for Ryan. "Oh," he managed.
Nick grinned at him and Ryan felt a slight shiver go down his spine.
"So," Ryan said, after a few moments, trying to sound casual. "How about a dance after we finish these drinks?"
Pairing: Stephen/Tenth Doctor
Prompt: Prefer something hot and/or hinting to it in the past
Rating: R/NC-17
Author Notes: For fleta. I absolutely love this prompt. I ♥ the Doctor.
"Hello!" the man said cheerfully as he stepped out of the anomaly. "I seem to have misplaced my TARDIS."
Stephen stared at him and then looked over at his colleagues to see if any of them understood what the man said. He saw identically blank looks all around.
The man seemed to zero in on Stephen. "I'm the Doctor," he said, shaking Stephen's hand energetically. "Would you like to help me find my TARDIS?"
-
Finding this man's TARDIS seemed to involve a lot of running around London and dashing in and out of anomalies, that all, bizarrely, led to London.
"Where are we going?" Stephen panted as he ran after the Doctor.
The Doctor turned his head back to look at him, while still keeping up a remarkable pace. "I don't know!" he shouted back. "That's half the fun of it!"
-
Stephen found that traveling with the Doctor was brilliant. They had finally managed to find the TARDIS marooned in 1914 London and Stephen had spent days exploring its various rooms.
One day, he came across a room that was filled with sex toys.
The Doctor looked at him sheepishly. "I went through a phase," he explained. "A long time ago. Hundreds of years actually!"
Before Stephen could think, he blurted out, "Want to go through another phase?"
-
Stephen found himself pressed up against the wall, the Doctor's breath hot on his neck. He felt a hard cock pressed into his stomach. His own was throbbing. Panting slightly, he reached down and freed it from his pants. He was about to start stroking it when the Doctor stopped him.
"No, let me."
The Doctor's deft fingers curled around his cock. Stephen's breath caught in the back of his throat. There was something to be said for experience. 900 years of experience.
"Fuck," he gasped and the Doctor chuckled.
"Any more lip out of you," the Doctor said, "and I'll have to tie you up."
"Fuck me," Stephen said, more emphatically.
-
Stephen loved traveling with the Doctor. Not so much the running away from - and sometimes towards - monsters, but the long lazy days and nights spent in the TARDIS.
"Let's do it in every room," he had once suggested.
The Doctor laughed. "Even I'm not sure how many rooms there are in this thing."
"We can always try." Stephen was always determined to get what he wanted as soon as an idea crossed their mind.
So far, they had managed over a thousand rooms and counting.
Pairing: Ryan/Lester
Prompt: Handcuffs
Rating: R
Author Notes: For joereaves.
"Are you sure about this?" Ryan said, when he saw Lester produce a pair of handcuffs out of his bag.
"Positive," Lester said, with a slight quirk of his mouth. "It'll be fun, I promise."
-
Ryan gasped as Lester leaned over him and trailed a wet tongue down his stomach to his cock. He strained against the cuffs holding him to the bed, but they held fast.
"Fuck," he managed to get out.
Lester gave him a superior grin. "I told you you'd like it." Then before Ryan could reply, he lowered his mouth over Ryan's cock and Ryan forgot to reply.
Pairing: Ditzy/Ryan
Rating: G
Prompt: Disobeying Orders
Author Notes: For thefakebook. I hope I haven't completely mangled Ditzy's character!
"You really are an idiot," Ditzy said affectionately as he bandaged Ryan's arm up. "You didn't need to go rushing into that anomaly. You should have waited for backup!"
Ryan flinched slightly at the coldness of Ditzy's hands. "Then Nick would have been dead."
"Or just mostly dead," Ditzy pointed out. "I would have been able to save him."
Ryan gave a wry smile. "Arrogant much, aren't we?" He was about to continue but Ditzy leaned over and silenced him with a kiss.
Pairing: Helen/Lester
Prompt: Never give up, never surrender!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Non-con
Author Notes: For rodlox. I'm not sure if you like non-con or not! If not, I can totally write you something else. It's just as soon as I saw the prompt my mind immediately produced this.
Lester hears the door creak open on rusted hinges and dim light filters into his cell. The first thing he notices is the floral scent of her perfume, almost overpowering as she leans over him. The key scrapes in the manacles holding his wrists to the wall and suddenly his arms are free. Gingerly, he lowers them and winces at the pain.
"Stand up," she orders.
Lester struggles and finally, manages to stand up on shaking legs. He leans against the wall for support.
"Clean yourself." She throws a wet rag at him.
He catches it awkwardly and starts to wipe himself down with it. He smells the strong chemicals in the rag mixed with the sour smell of his own sweat and urine. It's disgusting, but Lester can't bring himself to care.
"Are you willing to talk today?"
"No," he manages to get out. His voice is rasping. "I'll never tell you what you want, Helen."
She shrugs and he thinks he can see a fleeting smile cross her lips. "Very well," she snaps. She turns on her heel and for a moment Lester thinks he's escaped for that day but then that dream is broken as she turns around again. "Since I'm here..."
Lester shudders as she walks slowly towards him. He tries to take a step backwards but only finds the wall. "Don't do this," he begs.
She doesn't respond but simply reaches down. He can feel her fingers dance over his cock, which involuntarily, traitorously hardens. She's fucking good at this, and she knows it. A few strokes later, he gasps and comes on her hand.
"I saw you staring at me before all of this," she tells him, like she does every time. "I know you like this."
Lester feels nothing as she forces his head down. He thrusts his tongue out to lick her wet salty folds. Spitefully, he allows himself the small pleasure of using teeth. Her fingers tighten in his hair.
"You don't want another round with the guards, do you?"
He stops using his teeth and focuses his energy on pleasuring her. The sooner she's sated, the sooner she'll just leave. He feels her shudder slightly and push his head away.
She steps away and stares down at him still kneeling there. "Next time, Lester," she says quietly. "Next time you'll tell me what I need to know."
Never, Lester vows to himself after she's left. He'll never give up the secret.
Pairing: Nick/Ryan
Prompt: Finding each other
Rating: PG
Author Notes: For verito295. I hope that this is okay! I was either thinking of this or some sort of PWP scene and I prefer not to write PWP.
Ryan really didn't expect to find Nick at a gay bar. In fact, he didn't expect to find anybody he knew there. That was the reason why he went to this particularly seedy part of London whenever he felt lonely.
Sometimes he felt as though he was serving in the US military. Despite the UK's relatively lax laws regarding his kind, he had received his share of snide remarks and subtle discrimination. Not to mention half the US troops he served with in the Gulf kept on coughing behind their hands and talking about fags. When reprimanded, they claimed to be talking about cigarettes.
Ryan knew better. Nowadays, he preferred to hide his sexuality, which was why it was such a shock to see Nick here. He quite liked his job with the anomaly project. He didn't want to have to leave it.
He was about to turn around and leave when he saw Nick's eyes turn towards him.
Fuck. He walked over to the bar where Nick was nursing what looked like a scotch.
Ryan gestured to the bartender. "I'll have a scotch as well." He hesitated. "Better make that a double." This wasn't going to be a good conversation.
Nick regarded him with level eyes. "So," he said, and raised an eyebrow.
Ryan shrugged. "I'm gay." He winced inwardly at his automatically belligerent tone.
Nick's lips quirked into a grin. "I figured that."
"Did you follow me here?" Ryan demanded.
"Hardly," Nick retorted. "I was here first."
It took a few minutes for that to sink in for Ryan. "Oh," he managed.
Nick grinned at him and Ryan felt a slight shiver go down his spine.
"So," Ryan said, after a few moments, trying to sound casual. "How about a dance after we finish these drinks?"
Pairing: Stephen/Tenth Doctor
Prompt: Prefer something hot and/or hinting to it in the past
Rating: R/NC-17
Author Notes: For fleta. I absolutely love this prompt. I ♥ the Doctor.
"Hello!" the man said cheerfully as he stepped out of the anomaly. "I seem to have misplaced my TARDIS."
Stephen stared at him and then looked over at his colleagues to see if any of them understood what the man said. He saw identically blank looks all around.
The man seemed to zero in on Stephen. "I'm the Doctor," he said, shaking Stephen's hand energetically. "Would you like to help me find my TARDIS?"
-
Finding this man's TARDIS seemed to involve a lot of running around London and dashing in and out of anomalies, that all, bizarrely, led to London.
"Where are we going?" Stephen panted as he ran after the Doctor.
The Doctor turned his head back to look at him, while still keeping up a remarkable pace. "I don't know!" he shouted back. "That's half the fun of it!"
-
Stephen found that traveling with the Doctor was brilliant. They had finally managed to find the TARDIS marooned in 1914 London and Stephen had spent days exploring its various rooms.
One day, he came across a room that was filled with sex toys.
The Doctor looked at him sheepishly. "I went through a phase," he explained. "A long time ago. Hundreds of years actually!"
Before Stephen could think, he blurted out, "Want to go through another phase?"
-
Stephen found himself pressed up against the wall, the Doctor's breath hot on his neck. He felt a hard cock pressed into his stomach. His own was throbbing. Panting slightly, he reached down and freed it from his pants. He was about to start stroking it when the Doctor stopped him.
"No, let me."
The Doctor's deft fingers curled around his cock. Stephen's breath caught in the back of his throat. There was something to be said for experience. 900 years of experience.
"Fuck," he gasped and the Doctor chuckled.
"Any more lip out of you," the Doctor said, "and I'll have to tie you up."
"Fuck me," Stephen said, more emphatically.
-
Stephen loved traveling with the Doctor. Not so much the running away from - and sometimes towards - monsters, but the long lazy days and nights spent in the TARDIS.
"Let's do it in every room," he had once suggested.
The Doctor laughed. "Even I'm not sure how many rooms there are in this thing."
"We can always try." Stephen was always determined to get what he wanted as soon as an idea crossed their mind.
So far, they had managed over a thousand rooms and counting.
Pairing: Ryan/Lester
Prompt: Handcuffs
Rating: R
Author Notes: For joereaves.
"Are you sure about this?" Ryan said, when he saw Lester produce a pair of handcuffs out of his bag.
"Positive," Lester said, with a slight quirk of his mouth. "It'll be fun, I promise."
-
Ryan gasped as Lester leaned over him and trailed a wet tongue down his stomach to his cock. He strained against the cuffs holding him to the bed, but they held fast.
"Fuck," he managed to get out.
Lester gave him a superior grin. "I told you you'd like it." Then before Ryan could reply, he lowered his mouth over Ryan's cock and Ryan forgot to reply.
Pairing: Ditzy/Ryan
Rating: G
Prompt: Disobeying Orders
Author Notes: For thefakebook. I hope I haven't completely mangled Ditzy's character!
"You really are an idiot," Ditzy said affectionately as he bandaged Ryan's arm up. "You didn't need to go rushing into that anomaly. You should have waited for backup!"
Ryan flinched slightly at the coldness of Ditzy's hands. "Then Nick would have been dead."
"Or just mostly dead," Ditzy pointed out. "I would have been able to save him."
Ryan gave a wry smile. "Arrogant much, aren't we?" He was about to continue but Ditzy leaned over and silenced him with a kiss.
Pairing: Helen/Lester
Prompt: Never give up, never surrender!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Non-con
Author Notes: For rodlox. I'm not sure if you like non-con or not! If not, I can totally write you something else. It's just as soon as I saw the prompt my mind immediately produced this.
Lester hears the door creak open on rusted hinges and dim light filters into his cell. The first thing he notices is the floral scent of her perfume, almost overpowering as she leans over him. The key scrapes in the manacles holding his wrists to the wall and suddenly his arms are free. Gingerly, he lowers them and winces at the pain.
"Stand up," she orders.
Lester struggles and finally, manages to stand up on shaking legs. He leans against the wall for support.
"Clean yourself." She throws a wet rag at him.
He catches it awkwardly and starts to wipe himself down with it. He smells the strong chemicals in the rag mixed with the sour smell of his own sweat and urine. It's disgusting, but Lester can't bring himself to care.
"Are you willing to talk today?"
"No," he manages to get out. His voice is rasping. "I'll never tell you what you want, Helen."
She shrugs and he thinks he can see a fleeting smile cross her lips. "Very well," she snaps. She turns on her heel and for a moment Lester thinks he's escaped for that day but then that dream is broken as she turns around again. "Since I'm here..."
Lester shudders as she walks slowly towards him. He tries to take a step backwards but only finds the wall. "Don't do this," he begs.
She doesn't respond but simply reaches down. He can feel her fingers dance over his cock, which involuntarily, traitorously hardens. She's fucking good at this, and she knows it. A few strokes later, he gasps and comes on her hand.
"I saw you staring at me before all of this," she tells him, like she does every time. "I know you like this."
Lester feels nothing as she forces his head down. He thrusts his tongue out to lick her wet salty folds. Spitefully, he allows himself the small pleasure of using teeth. Her fingers tighten in his hair.
"You don't want another round with the guards, do you?"
He stops using his teeth and focuses his energy on pleasuring her. The sooner she's sated, the sooner she'll just leave. He feels her shudder slightly and push his head away.
She steps away and stares down at him still kneeling there. "Next time, Lester," she says quietly. "Next time you'll tell me what I need to know."
Never, Lester vows to himself after she's left. He'll never give up the secret.