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Locker Room Fun

2008-05-10T06:34:57Z

Title: Locker Room Fun
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: David/Colby, Don/Charlie
Rating: R
Prompt: Didn't that hurt? In the shower room or similar place, someone sees a body piercing in another before the person can remove it for the day. No pairing specified
Kink: piercing
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, incest, voyeurism
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 534
Beta: Dino and tanzensiemit
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. I am posting another fic on time! "does happy dance" So I asked Becca/Paul for a request and she gave me this little guy. "holds up bunny" But then it got into a discussion with Sam/Tony and was never the same again. "looks at it sadly" It was so cute and innocent too. Feedback is love and is rewarded with cookies (and smut).

David froze in place, mouth going dry with lust at seeing Colby with his shirt off, gold rings through his nipples. Saying the first thing to come to mind he asked, “Didn’t that hurt?”

They had just completed a raid on a suspect’s house, and had come back to the office to shower and change in the locker room before calling it a day. David had stripped himself of his tactical gear and headed to the showers, only to run into Colby in the middle of undressing.

Not waiting for a response or even noticing if one came, Sinclair stalked forward, shoving Granger against the lockers and claiming his mouth in a heated kiss. Groaning Colby responded eagerly, desperate for a taste of the other man. Tilting his head back, he gasped as David licked and sucked his throat while his fingers pulled at the pierced nipples. Moaning in disbelief, he could only watch and try to collect his spinning thoughts, the other agent making his way down Colby’s body and fastening his lips to the left ring, his hands still playing with the right.

“Hey guys. Charlie and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for…” began Don before freezing in place at the sight before him. Bumping into him, Charlie stepped around his brother to see what had caused him to stop. Eyes going wide, he shivered with arousal, panting at the study of contrasts in front of him. Leaning back against Don as his knees went weak, he felt himself begin to harden.

Completely wrapped up in each other, David and Colby never noticed the others’ presence. Instead Sinclair made his way to his knees, sliding Granger’s jeans down his legs as he went. Wrapping his mouth around Colby’s cock, he began to suck lightly, one hand playing with the agent’s balls, another teasing his entrance. Shuddering Granger’s head slammed back into the lockers, making him see stars. Locking his knees in place, he could only hope that he would survive this.

Pulling off, David quickly stripped, grabbed some bath soap and took Colby’s lips in a hungry kiss. Turning the other man around to face the lockers, Sinclair spread his legs and started stretching his ass open. Moving carefully, he slowly pressed in one finger, grinning when Granger pushed back impatiently. Sliding another finger in, he loosened the tight muscle, ignoring Colby’s wordless pleas for more. Finally satisfied, he removed his hand and gradually pushed his cock in.

Pausing to regain control, David brought a hand up to turn the other agent’s head to meet his. Sucking on Colby’s tongue, he thrust languidly, picking up speed. Pulling his head away, unable to maintain the odd angle, Granger’s hands scrabbled against hard metal as pleasure ran through him. Arching back, he climaxed with a choked off moan, come splattering against the lockers. Echoing him, David came moments later, collapsing against his back.

Panting, they tried to catch their breath, only to look up startled as a voice cried out behind them. Turning their heads around, they chuckled at seeing Charlie in his brother’s arms, shaking as Don pulled his hand off his cock and out of his wet jeans.

You don't say no to the Eppes brothers

2008-05-09T07:08:55Z

Title: You don't say no to the Eppes brothers
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: Don/Charlie/Colby
Rating: R
Prompt: You don't say no to the Eppes brothers.
Kink: Sandwich sexual position or chain fuck (threesome)
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 579
Beta: Greg and tanzensiemit
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. I am posting a fic on time! "does happy dance" Sorry, I can't come up with better titles, I keep using the prompts. Feedback is love and is rewarded with cookies (and smut).

You don't say no to the Eppes brothers, Colby thought dazedly. Which is how he had ended up in this situation in the first place. Not that he was complaining. He was sure that quite a number of people would be envious at being the focus of such single minded attention from not only one but two gorgeous men. Yet all this attention was going straight to his head. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't seem to get his body under control. This entire night had been out of his control.

When Don had innocently asked if he wanted to come back to his apartment for a beer, he didn't see a reason to refuse. Not even when Charlie had showed up and they had settled down on the couch, seeming to get closer and closer together as the night went on. He couldn't even pretend surprise when two sets of lips latched onto his neck and two different hands caressed his thighs through his jeans. Feeling surrounded by aroused masculine energy, Colby could only give himself over to their attention, unconscious of moving down the hall and into Don's bed.

Pushed down and expertly stripped, he was unaware of the passage of time. Only noticing being consumed with stimulation until he was wound tighter and tighter, and still they wouldn't let him come. Caught in between them, he simply let them have their way with him. Driven crazy with lust by sights like Charlie crouched over him, enthusiastically swallowing his cock while his hair tantalizingly caressed and teased his skin, as Don held him down and thrust against him from behind. Colby had never felt more out of control, barely able to remember his own name, he could only beg wordlessly for more.

Nearly purring in satisfaction, he felt two separate hands begin to stretch him open. He closed his mind in bliss, spreading his legs open willingly, and arched with a moan as a hard cock finally started to enter him. His eyes flew open only to go cross eyed at the vision of Charlie slowly lowering himself down on his cock, his head leaning back against his brother's shoulder. Entranced Colby couldn't bring himself to look away, as he was devoured by the pleasure moving through him as the two men began to move together languidly.

Charlie riding him from above leaned down for a tongue filled kiss that tightened the muscles around his cock. Then arched back up to claim Don's mouth hungrily. Far beyond coherent thought, Colby could only think they were beautiful together, taking him and claiming him as theirs with the same determination they brought to everything else. They really are more alike than they'll ever admit, he thought somewhat hysterically. Feeling something inside him snap, he came with a scream as sensation raced through him like water let loose from a dam. Clenching hard around Don's cock, he felt him spill inside of him and heard an echoing moan from Charlie as come hit his chest.

Collapsing to the bed with a groan, they slid onto opposite sides of him, trading languid kisses. Cuddling up against them he closed his eyes with a sigh, only to stiffen at the feel of tongues licking come off the over sensitized skin across his stomach and chest. Shuddering, he repeated the thought that you don't say no to the Eppes brothers, and decided that it wasn't such a bad policy to have after all.

Trust

2008-05-09T06:59:00Z

Title: Trust
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: Don/Colby
Rating: R
Prompt: Do you trust me?
Kink: power issues
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, bondage, slight d/s
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 706
Beta: Greg and tanzensiemit
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. This isn't really late is it? "looks hopeful" It's after midnight here, but still...................ok it's late "pouts". Sorry, again for claiming these at the last minute, but Becca/Paul's Colby bunny attacked. I'm sure everyone will be delighted to see the return of the introspective kink bunny. "headdesk" Feedback is love and is rewarded with cookies (and smut).

"Do you trust me?"

It was a simple enough question on the surface, but they both knew it was much more than that. Did Don trust him? Trust him not to take advantage, not to hurt him physically as well as emotionally. Trust him not to leave, not to abandon him like so many others before. Trust him to see him at his weakest, his most vulnerable. And the real question, trust him enough to let go of his hard fought for control and let someone else in, let someone else take care of him.

That was the real reason for so many failed relationships. Don could never let his guard down enough for someone to really get close enough. There were always boundaries, undefined yet still definitely noticeable. So many had given up, been chased away by his refusal to open up, communicate truthfully. Ironically it was the fear of a lost relationship that kept Don from revealing his thoughts and feelings. Fear that the other person wouldn't be able to handle his intensity or his issues. For all that they claimed relationships were a two way street, he knew that they were more concerned about their wants and needs than his.

However, he had never had a relationship this important to him. It was the only thing still holding him aloft from crashing and burning. But despite this relationship's support, Don was as close to the edge as ever. Which is why Colby had finally pushed the issue, finally decided to resolve things once and for all. He couldn't keep seeing his lover this close to the breaking point, worrying at every case that this might be the one to bring it all down. So he asked, and waited anxiously for a response.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Breathed across room hesitantly, yet relief set in immediately. It was voiced, could not be called back, and in truth Don did trust Colby. Trusted him with his heart as well as his life. Getting the answer he hoped for, Colby guided an unresisting Don to the bed. Stripped him of his clothes, tossed unnoticed to the floor, and efficiently tied him to the bed with silk ties. Then pulling out a blindfold, he looped around his boss's eyes, giving him a soul shaking kiss. Taking a measuring breath, Colby thought to himself that he would not fail, would not disprove the other man's trust in him after being given such a precious gift.

Slowly caressing his way down Don's body, following with his tongue, he set out to cover every inch, to show this man just how much he meant to him. This wasn't about force or pain, this was about letting someone else take charge and entrusting yourself to their care. It was something the older man desperately needed. Always fearful of losing his grip on the principles keeping him in check, this allowed him to let go, to give responsibility to someone else.

Writhing he pulled against the bonds that were mostly for symbolism, trying to get more stimulus where he wanted it. Ignoring the hint, Colby kept to his own pace, seeking to send Don flying by taking him higher and higher before letting him climax. Finally nuzzling at the other man's cock, he licked a line up the vein before placing his mouth around the head and sucking lightly. Moaning wordlessly, Don tried to encourage more from Colby, going mindless at the wet heat around him. Maddeningly slow, the younger man took his cock in, then moved back up just as slowly. Repeating the process several times, Colby finally took pity on him, swallowing him down all the way. He tightened his throat muscles, guiding Don through a back arching climax. Pulling off once the stimulation became too much for him and he started trying to squirm away.

Looking up and untying the blindfold, Colby was stunned to see tears streaming down Don's face. Gathering the other man into his arms, he crooned reassuringly until Don stopped shaking and stilled, turning in Colby's arms to bury his head between his neck and shoulder. Pulling the blankets up over them, the younger man cuddled Don close, guiding him into a restful sleep.

All Night Long

2008-05-07T08:32:20Z

Title: All Night Long
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Character: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Prompt: Life is a highway - I wanna ride it all night long
Kink: wax play
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, bondage
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 624
Beta: Beck and Becca/Paul
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. Feedback is love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut). If anyone is interested in reading more let me know.

Sam didn't think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. His older brother stripped and tied spread across the bed, trustingly waiting to see what he was going to do. How did this most curious situation come to occur? Sam had finally gotten fed up with his brother sleeping with every hussy who chose to catch his eye. After listening to his brother boast about the previous night's escapades and once again encouraging Sammy to go out and get laid, Sam had decided to finally take action. As they drove down the highway, he planned what he was going to do when they got to the latest motel.

Checking in and getting their room keys, they proceeded down the hall to the door. Entering and dropping their luggage in, Dean started to turn towards Sam to call dibs for first shower, only to find himself slammed face first into the closed door. Using a combination of greater height and body weight as well as the element of surprise, Sam manage to tie Dean's hand behind his back despite his brother's resistance.

Suddenly going still, Dean worriedly whispered "Christo".

Laughing Sam purred into his ear, "I am not possessed Dean. I have just decided to finally show you who you belong to." Not wanting to talk further, and knowing his brother would continue to object if he did not maintain control of the situation, he flipped Dean around and kissed him deeply. Delving into his mouth and exploring thoroughly, he reluctantly pulled away when oxygen became an issue. Only to meet his brother's lust filled eyes and still open mouth. Shivering with arousal, Sam reached for Dean's mouth again, backing him towards the bed as he did so. Pushing him down, he pinned him to the mattress, reaching around to untie his hands and retie them to the headboard.

He looked down greedily at the sight below him, before pulling out his pocket knife. Flipping the blade out, he ignored Dean’s dry swallow and began to carefully cut his brother’s shirt off. Running that flat end of the blade along the now bare skin, Sam followed the cool metal with his tongue, licking and biting at the older man’s smooth skin. Smirking slightly at his brother’s moan, he continued his way down to cut through Dean’s jeans and boxers, before tying his ankles to the bed with the tattered remains. Pulling a silk scarf out of his bag, he wrapped it around Dean’s eyes, then stepped back to look his fill.

Ignoring his brother’s demands for more, he got out the last of his supplies purchased at a rest stop earlier. Setting the candles on a dresser, he lit them with a lighter. Picking one up, Sam once again approached the bed.

“Dean” he called out, “You trust me, right?”

Ending his struggles, Dean replied hoarsely “Of course”

Smiling Sam told him “Relax”. Bending down he pulled his brother into a hard kiss. Then carefully dripped wax along Dean’s chest. Letting the wax cool, he straddled his brother’s hips and leaned forward to blow at the hot skin, before running his teeth along the hardened wax. Shifting and rolling Dean onto his stomach, he continued to poor wax down his brother’s back. Watching rivulets form on Dean’s smooth skin, he listened to the older man’s forced out whimpers. Massaging his brother’s now marked skin, he turned him back onto his back.

Grabbing the lube, Sam carefully reached back and stretched himself. Reaching up to pull off the blindfold, he positioned himself over his brother’s cock. Slowly sliding himself down, he kept his eyes on Dean’s the whole time. Bottoming out, he leaned forward to whisper, “I am going to ride you all night long”.

One Touch

2008-05-07T08:11:30Z

Title: One Touch
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing/Character: Hotch/Gideon
Rating: R
Prompt: skin
Kink: friendship that develops into more
Warnings: slash, no spoilers,
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 560
Beta: Beck and Becca/Paul
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. Feedback is love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut). If anyone is interested in reading more let me know.......oh, and the one thing I blame entirely on Gibbs.

One touch, just one, and the last remnant tatters of his famous control disintegrated.

It had been in development for years. Still, he had always managed to resist, never daring to attempt to push the boundaries of their friendship further. After all, there was no other friendship he valued as much, and he never wanted to do anything that might put it in jeopardy. He was fine. As long as he had their friendship he could ignore any other wants. But he knew he could never survive without it. It was the basis of his life, losing it would cause everything to crumble to dust. Thus, he resisted the temptation of anything more, instead giving thanks for what he was lucky enough to have. Until now.

They had just finished a difficult case and returned to Quantico. Exhausted and in desperate need of rest, his defenses were low and his resistance even lower. Stopping in his office to file his completed paperwork, he turned to head out when he saw that the light was on in Hotch's office.

"Come on Hotch. Why don't you call it a night? The paperwork will still be there in the morning" Gideon called out.

Laughing Hotch replied, "All right, I'll walk you out."

Closing down his office, Hotch grabbed his coat and started his way down the hall beside Gideon. Pausing at the elevator, they waited for the doors to open. Finally entering, Hotch started to pull on his coat, his arms and shoulders stretching, allowing a sliver a skin to show at the small of his back. Entranced, Gideon was unable to pull his gaze away from the temptation of that silky exposed skin.

Feeling his stare, Hotch was compelled to inquire "Gideon?"

"Yes?" He replied still captivated.

"What are you doing?" Hotch asked.

"Hmmmm" Gideon said absently as he finally gave in and reached out to feel the texture of that smooth skin against his palm. Shuddering in lust, Hotch forgot his train of thought entirely as warmth shot through him. Going wide eyed at the sight, Jason pulled the emergency stop before turning and taking Hotch into his arms. Pulling his shirt out of his pants, Gideon ran his fingers along Aaron's back, delighting in finally getting to touch the skin he had been dreaming about for so long.

Moaning with pleasure, Hotch seeked blindly for a kiss, needing to feel Jason’s lips against his. Growling, the older man ravished his mouth, pushing him up against the elevator wall. Spreading his legs instinctively, Aaron quickly hardened against Gideon’s thigh. Reaching around to cup and knead Jason’s ass, he pulled him impossibly closer. Refusing to let go of each other’s lips, Gideon finally withdrew with a groan to fasten his lips to the other man’s neck. Inclining his head to encourage Jason on, Hotch finally came with a cry of his name. Pulling Gideon along with him at the sight and sound.

Panting, they leaned against each other, desperately trying to catch their breath. Somewhat calmer, they straightened their clothes before starting up the elevator again. Heading out into the garage, Jason followed Aaron to his car after a wordless look in his direction. Still silent they got into the car and pulled out of the building heading to Hotch’s apartment.

Accidental Miracles

2008-04-01T08:49:29Z

Title: Accidental Miracles
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Dresden Files
Pairing/Characters: Bob/Harry
Rating: pg
Book or TV-verse: tv verse
Prompt: Slip
Summary: Sometimes accidental miracles do occur.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 488
Beta: The lovely Becca/Maj. Paul, my ~~minion,~~ ~~bunny feeder,~~ ~~holder of the poking stick~~....
Author's note: This was requested way back when by green_wing (green_wing), who asked for "Harry slips, falls, breaks something (either himself or something magical), perhaps cursed with bad luck?" Sorry it took me so long, but my bunnies decided to hibernate for the winter. Feedback is much love and is rewarded with cookie (and smut).

Everything had been looking pretty good that day. No urgent cases. No hassling from the Council or Morgan. Even Bob was in a fairly good mood. Harry had gotten to spend some quality time with his ghost without some emergency looming over them, something that was always to be treasured. In retrospect, it was almost inevitable.

They had been going through boxes of stuff picked up from an estate sale of a dead wizard, trying to determine what, if anything, was worth keeping. While they had discovered some rare potions and ingredients packed among the miscellanea, such things if spoiled could be dangerous. One mistake in a complicated potion could prove deadly. Normally Harry wouldn't take the risk, but thankfully he had Bob to determine what everything was and whether or not it was safe.

Carefully separating the potions into piles to be put away later, Harry noticed something glinting at the bottom of one of the boxes. Rummaging around cautiously, he was surprised to discover a mirror wrapped in black cloth. Unraveling it, he examined the mirror, stunned at its beauty and elegance. Framed in silver, vines of different designs wove around the circumference. Looking closer he realized that Latin words were actually intertwined with the designs. Despite Bob's best efforts, his translation skills were chancy at best, but Harry caught something about a "deepest desire".

Drawing his gaze away momentarily, he eyes caught up on the surface of the mirror. Almost opaque, it seemed to swirl with fog, drawing him in. Peering intently, he was startled out of his thoughts as Bob's face seemed to form. Turning to call to Bob, he slipped on a book lying on the floor of the lab. Falling flat on his back, the mirror flew out his hands and plummeted to the ground. Wincing as he awaited a crash, he was further surprised to see a mercurial puddle where the mirror had been.

Drawn by the noise, Bob appeared in the room, calling out "Harry. Are you all right?"

Standing and brushing himself off, Harry replied "I'm fine Bob".

Seeing Harry's continued stare and noticing the metallic puddle, Bob inquired "What exactly happened?" Shuffling and looking down at his feet, feeling as if he was once again a teenager, Harry explained about the mirror and what had occurred. Having gotten Bob's interest, he couldn't help but ask if there was any way to repair the mirror. Pondering the problem, the ghost finally said that he knew of a spell to return things to their original condition that might work.

Following Bob's directions, the wizard gathered the necessary materials and began the spell. Feeling the magic build up around him, Harry moved closer to the puddle, only to slip and fall on the same book, losing control of his power. Hearing a responding thud, and a voice calling out, he decided that maybe this day wouldn't end so badly after all.

The Importance of Marks

2008-03-21T08:44:10Z

Title: The Importance of Marks
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: Charlie/Ian
Rating: R
Prompt: lick
Kink: Animalistic behaviors and characteristics, dominant (snarling; sniffing; scent-marking or biting; other claiming acts; territoriality; predatory stalking; cuffing; forcing the partner's neck down; claws and other features)
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, d/s, bondage
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 958
Beta: Beck and Mathilda
Author's Notes: "headdesk" Written for ROK. Apparently I am incapable of finishing a claim on time. My bunnies all went into hibernation, but they seem to be waking up as spring starts. Feedback is love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut).

It was an unspoken rule between them. Some couples never went to bed angry. They never left each other unmarked.

Despite knowing that they would often be separated, it was hard for Charlie to have Ian leave him for a job. He could never quite get rid of the sinking feeling that Edgerton might decide not to return. Not that it was any easier for Ian, knowing that he was leaving his gorgeous lover with the chance to forget him and move on. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but despite the necessity they could not help but wish for a little less distance. Hence the marks, so they would have a piece of the other with them at all times. A reminder of what was there for them.

Charlie had never before felt the need to mark his lover, to leave some visible sign of his presence. Yet from the beginning, having felt Ian’s distinct claiming, he wanted to return the favor. Let Ian know that he was his, and that he didn’t feel like sharing. It was unusual for him to feel this possessive, but that could be because this was the most he had ever felt for a relationship. Some instinctive whisper in the back of his brain saying that this was it; this was his mate, his equal.

For the most part, they kept it under control. Only letting loose when they knew they would be apart for some time, or when they had just gotten back together. Like now, after Ian had returned from a difficult case, Charlie found himself in a familiar position. His arms stretched out over his head, bound by his wrists to the metal headboard. Only able to struggle uselessly against the padded handcuffs, moaning incoherently around the gag in his mouth as his lover did his best to devour him. He strained to sense Ian’s next move, unable to see beyond the silk scarf covering his eyes and rubbing sensuously against his scalp and neck.

Not many people would be comfortable vulnerable like this with a man of Edgerton’s skill and profession, but he took comfort in it. In letting someone else take control, allowing himself to trust unconditionally in another person and give himself over completely. While he sometimes might worry, he knew in his heart that Ian would never leave him, that his love was returned. Sessions like this only helped to support that belief, renewing Ian’s claim on him and allowing him to feel desired and cherished.

That knowledge was seemingly all that kept him sane, as his lover did his best to lick every inch of him, familiarizing himself with Charlie’s taste and substituting his scent with his own. Ian never wanted his lover to doubt just who he belonged to. Whining deep in his throat, Charlie did his best to persuade Ian to let him come, knowing all the while that his lover worked on his own time table and could not be rushed.

Deprived of his sight, all of his other senses seemed that much more intense, his skin hypersensitive with the pleasure racing through his nerves. Balanced on the edge of a blade, Charlie knew that one more touch would make him explode. Beyond desperate now, he begged senselessly behind the gag for his mate’s claim. Only to white out with pleasure, as Ian bit harshly on the muscle between his neck and shoulder. Coming back to awareness, he noticed the blindfold was gone as he looked up into his lover’s eyes. Yes, all was again right with his world.

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Nearly purring in satisfaction, Ian glided silently around the room, never taking his eyes off of his captive lover. Nothing reassured him after a difficult case, as much as seeing his mate stretched out on their bed helpless to do anything but accept what Edgerton chose to give him.

It was always difficult to leave Charlie for whatever amount of time, but he kept himself content with the knowledge that he always left his mark behind. His lover knew who he belonged to, and any that might think to challenge his claim would be halted by his visible mark. Not that he himself left unmarked, both visibly and not. Though signs remained on his skin, for Edgerton the real marks went bone deep, put there by Charlie’s love and total trust. Despite knowing it was impossible, Ian did his best to prove himself worthy of that love and trust. Renewing his claim on Charlie as a way to keep his place secure. He never wanted him to doubt his returned emotion, and this was the easiest way for Edgerton to do it.

To deprive Charlie of movement and choice and fill his senses and thoughts, until nothing else could remain. To strip him of all defenses, and leave him vulnerable to Ian’s slow worship. To remove any pretense or doubt, and allow only instinct and emotion to exist. This was the only way Edgerton knew to drive the point home to Charlie that he was loved and would never be abandoned.

Watching his debauched angel writhe mindlessly under his touch, Ian thought that he was never more beautiful than this way. When all the numbers and data left him behind, and logic fled against the force of sensual pleasure. When he was exposed as just an instinctual sexual creature, waiting for Ian’s command to let go. That was when he was most beautiful, when he was free from the need to hide behind his intellect and able to give himself utterly. Sinking his teeth into the warm flesh of his lover’s neck and shoulder, Ian relaxed knowing that his claim on this stunning creature was once again complete.

The Winchesters Invade 1/?

2008-03-14T17:03:45Z

Title: The Winchesters Invade 1/?
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: CSI: Miami/Supernatural
Pairing/Character: Surprise
Rating: pg (this chapter)
Summary: One of the CSIs is no stranger to the supernatural.
Warnings: slash, no real spoilers, incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 690
Beta: The lovely Becca/Maj. Paul (much thanks for the title) and Greg.
Author's note: This was a bunny that Ryan had requested months ago and never really woke up until now. Any similarities to Sam/Tony's CM Hunter series are certainly not intentional. Feedback is much love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut). Oh, and if anyone has any requests as to pairings let me know.

It was always interesting to him to see how people reacted. After all, you can tell a lot about someone by how they react to things, and the more extreme the stimuli, the more extreme the reaction. It didn't come as a surprise to him that in this case the reactions were mostly negative. No, it wasn't a surprise, but still something of a disappointment.

Eric's had been the most predictable reaction, scorn. Just another thing to add to his mental list of faults of the man that had taken his best friend's place. Calleigh had seemed to take in the revelation and then promptly disregard it. Horatio had carefully filed it as an important piece of information to know about one of his people, but seemed primarily concerned with how it affected his working ability. Alex was the only one to show real concern, but in truth it had been under control, mostly anyway, for some time and he felt no need for her sympathy.

None of their reactions were really surprising, but it brought home to him just how different and difficult his current situation was. When Sam had found out, he had immediately started researching and asking questions, looking for any way he could help. John had thought about it in a strategic sense, but had made sure that he was understanding about it. And Dean, Dean loved it. He thought that it was a great sign that his weapons would always be in the top condition, and took advantage of it at every opportunity. No, the reactions of his coworkers weren't unexpected, but they just reflected the vast difference from the Winchesters' wide open acceptance of him.

Finding out he had OCD hadn't affected the way they treated him or looked at him at all. They had done their best to be understanding and helpful, without ever making him feel less than what he was. He had never needed to prove himself to them, he had their respect and they made sure he knew it.

He loved what he did for a living, investigating and speaking for the dead. While he still hunted on occasion, he had needed to get away from it a little bit at least. Though Dean might tease him and Sam, it was true, they were both geeks, and science was one of his first loves. Besides being a hunter, this job was perfect him. It was the environment and the people that weren't.

From everything he had heard, the Miami CSIs worked as a strong team, backing each other up. Yet that hadn't been his experience. He had anticipated a cohesive professional unit, and instead been met with hostility and personal dramas. It was a complete turn around from all that had been said about the Miami lab, and had only seemed to get worse. The distinction was strong enough that he had almost suspected supernatural influence.

After the whole business with his eye, (and boy had the Winchesters been pissed about that, they had been ready to quit the hunt they were on and drive like hell to get to him) things had settled slightly, at least in regards to how he was treated. And wasn't that a kicker, it took almost losing sight in one eye for his coworkers to treat him with anything other than contempt. Still, this latest change with them finding out about his OCD made him wonder about his time with the Winchesters and with the lab.

If push came to shove, he knew without a doubt that he could always leave the lab and Miami behind and the brothers would welcome him with open arms. However, something in him refused to admit defeat just yet. He had wanted something in his life besides hunting and he was going to stick to that plan until it wasn't worth it. The Winchesters had always supported his decisions, and this was no different. Even though, he couldn't help but contemplate what would happen if the two parts of his life were to ever collide. How would the lab, or for that matter Miami, handle the Winchesters?

Learn How to Kneel Part 2

2008-01-23T10:58:37Z

Title: Learn How to Kneel Part 2
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/Character: Gibbs/Dinozzo
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: learn how to kneel
Kink: leather
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, mild mention of d/s
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 495
Beta: Ryan, Becca, and Beck. You girls are lovely.
Author's Notes: So apparently I'm a tease. Who knew? "smirks" So, a special treat for my lovely readers, two fics in one day. Feedback is love and is rewarded with cookies. (and maybe more smut) I am considering writing yet another chapter of this, but only if there's interest. Hope you enjoy.

The thought was always in the back of his mind. The idea of how easy it would be to push Dinozzo to his knees. To claim him, keep him. After all, the boy definitely needed a keeper.

Gibbs was attracted to him from the beginning. It was part of the reason he had hired him, though he would never admit it. There was just something about Tony Dinozzo that had caught his eye, that brought all his protective instincts to the forefront. Despite his bravado, the younger agent seemed so damned vulnerable at times. It was all Gibbs could do to not take the other man into his arms and never let him go. Yet despite the temptation, he had sworn to himself to never make a move. Certain that despite Ducky’s insuations other wise, that Tony was straight and regardless would never be interested in him.

So Jethro had kept his feelings to himself, determined to keep them separate from work. Until today, when he had come into work only to feel Dinozzo staring at him, seemingly entranced by his leather gloves. Catching Tony’s eyes, he saw something unexpected in them. Deciding to investigate further, he pushed it to the back of his mind until the end of the day. Thankfully they had no new cases that day, and instead spent the day catching up on paperwork. As the day came to a close, and people started heading out, Gibbs decided to take action.

“Dinozzo” He called out as he moved towards the elevator, pulling on his leather coat and gloves.

“Ummm….yes boss?” Tony replied finishing up for the day.

“Come on.”

“Boss?”

“Now Dinozzo!” He barked.

“Coming boss” Dinozzo replied as he frantically shut down his computer and gathered his things. Following Gibbs into the elevator, Tony was nonplussed as he pulled the emergency brake. Looking at Gibbs startled, all Tony could do was ask “What’s going on boss?”

Keeping his voice level, Jethro replied “You tell me.” Swallowing in trepidation, Tony noticed that Gibbs was again was wearing his leather gloves. Unable to drag his eyes away, Dinozzo could only watch frozen as Gibbs moved closer.

“Something you feel like sharing with me?” Jethro asked as he backed Tony against the wall.

“Nuh uh” Dinozzo replied shakily.

“You sure about that? It certainly seems like there’s something you want to tell me”

“Boss?” Tony asked weakly.

Pressing up against Tony, Gibbs ran one leather clad hand through Dinozzo’s hair and down to his neck. Grasping his neck tightly, Jethro leaned closer. “Mine” He said with a growl next to the younger man’s ear.

“Yours” Tony responded with a frantic nod.

“Good” Gibbs purred as he suddenly released Dinozzo.

“Boss?” Tony asked again unsteadily.

“My place in half an hour.” Gibbs ordered. “Be there by then, or don’t come at all” he said before starting the elevator back up and then stalking out, with a thoroughly shaken Dinozzo following him to the garage.

Love/Hate

2008-01-23T10:47:37Z

Title: Love/Hate
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: Charlie/Don
Rating: R
Prompt: A non-lover's innocent massage after a stressful day turns sexual. Either the masseuse or the recipient is turned on long before the other and tries to hide it.
Kink: massage leading to sex
Warnings: slash, no spoilers,
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 1076
Beta: Ryan, Becca, and Beck. You girls are lovely.
Author's note: First real attempt at smut, (and it is so smut), so be gentle. Feedback is love and is rewarded with cookies. (and maybe more smut)

It was a love/hate relationship really. He hated what it did to Don, hated the way it made him feel. Yet on the other hand, he loved having the opportunity to work with Don, to spend more time with him. No, Charlie hated cases like this, but could only count himself lucky that it allowed him this chance.

To offer his brother some comfort. To try to help him some way. Because difficult cases inevitably left Don stressed and tense. And really he was only being a good brother to try and relieve some of that stress. He hated these cases, but it was the closest to Don he ever really got.

And what a sweet torture it was. To finally be able to touch his brother in some way, knowing the whole time that it would never go past this. Worried that Don would find out, or that he would never again have this opportunity. Though really, why would the older man suspect anything? It was a perfectly innocent offer from someone who knew well that Don needed to somehow relax before he could hope to sleep after one of these cases.

It really was guiltless of him to do this; after all, his brother could literally worry himself into knots. Despite his experience, Don still felt things very deeply and had never dealt well with stress. Being in a command position, he would push such concerns to the back of his mind, only for them to come forward as the case came to a close. Fearing what the stress and worries would do to his brother unchecked, Charlie naturally offered to try to massage the concerns away. While Don might not want a member of his team to see him in such a vulnerable position, it had not been uncommon for Charlie to assist with injuries or muscle problems back when he was playing sports actively.

Charlie was sure that Don had no idea what he was really thinking or feeling, but could he really be blamed. Having all that tawny flesh laid out in bed before him so trustingly. He slid his hands slowly up Don’s neck and across his shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscles under his hands as he went along. Moving down between the shoulder blades, he shifted to straddle his brother’s torso. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a bottle of massage oil and carefully poured some into his palm. Rubbing his hands together, Charlie returned to the task ahead of him. He placed his palms on the skin below him and started rolling his hands over the muscles in Don’s upper back.

As he worked to soothe and relax the knots below him, he couldn’t help but wish that he was allowed to do more than this. He would have liked nothing better than to do more to make his brother feel good. Charlie tried to keep his arousal at bay, but the temptation to do more than just relax Don remained. His brother’s moans and groans, as his muscles tightened and released, certainly weren’t helping him any. Leaning forward slightly to put more pressure on a particularly tense spot, Charlie froze as his hard cock came into contact with his brother’s back.

“Charlie?” He swallowed around a suddenly dry throat, as Don questioned. Motionless with fear Charlie found himself without words, unable to even think beyond the terror that he’d now lost his brother. “Charlie?” Don asked again now concerned. “Something you want to tell me?”

Hearing the genuine worry in the older man’s voice, Charlie was surprised to feel some hope. “Maybe?” He muttered quietly, only to relax slightly at Don’s soft laughter.

“Oh Chuck” he said finally, “guess I’m not alone in my feelings after all.” With a sigh of relief Charlie replied “I guess not.”

“Now what do you say about getting back to the massage,” Don said with a wiggle and a push back against Charlie’s cock. Letting out a choked gasp, Charlie managed to squeak out a “Sure”.

Gingerly placing his hands back on his brother’s back, Charlie slowly rubbed his hands in circles becoming more confident as he went along. Leaning closer, he kissed his way up Don’s neck, stopping to suck on his jugular, wanting to leave some proof of what had occurred for later. As Don let loose a muffled moan, he let his hands drift lower, massaging the tight muscles on the FBI agent’s lower back. Breaking away from the tempting skin on Don’s neck, Charlie placed his mouth against his ear and started telling Don exactly what he had been thinking the times that he had massaged Don before. Hearing the filth coming from Charlie’s mouth, the older man felt himself get even harder.

Grinning at the response he got, Charlie started to crawl his way down Don’s body, following his hands with his tongue, lightly licking and sucking on the skin covered muscles he had just relaxed. Pulling Don’s pants and boxers down and off as he went along, Charlie purred at the newly revealed expanse of skin, before fastening his mouth to the smooth skin above Don’s ass and sucking in a bruise. He just couldn’t resist marking the gorgeous skin that he was finally free to do whatever he wanted with.

Kneeling slightly, he massaged his way down Don’s legs until he reached his feet. Grasping one lightly in his hands, Charlie carefully massaged the muscles and tendons, grinning at his brother’s moans of appreciation. Moving onto the other foot, he repeated his actions before bending down and placing a butterfly kiss on the heel. Holding tighter as the foot in his hand jerked reflexively, he licked up the center of the foot, then carefully grasped each toe separately in his mouth and sucked lightly.

Letting go of the foot, Charlie again picked up the other one and rubbed lightly with his nose. Reaching the tendon below the big toe, he grasped in his mouth and continued sucking strongly until he heard a stifled curse and watched his brother jerk as he came. Purring again in satisfaction, Charlie moved back up the bed to place a kiss on his brother’s neck and lie contently. He was sure that more would follow, but for now he had everything he wanted. And as he smiled with happiness, he thought that maybe taking care of his brother after a bad case wasn’t so bad after all.

Nathan/Peter Challenge Table Poll

2008-01-07T04:13:22Z

So, only three people have responded to my post on a few Heroes communities about requesting a ficlet for a specific prompt, and two of those requests were for the same prompt. Thus, I am asking that anyone who can, please take a moment and respond to this poll. Feel free to leave a comment if you have any idea of what I should do, or if you're interested in requesting a ficlet.

LeiaDianaMinerva

View Poll: Nathan/Peter 50 Challenge Table

A Greater Need

2007-12-26T03:39:18Z

Title: A Greater Need
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing/Character: Jack/Daniel
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: established relationship
Kink: d/s first time
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, mild mention of d/s
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 468
Beta: Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: "headdesk" My nice introspective one shot bunnies are mutating......Paul what the hell did you feed my bunnies? Written for ROK. Sorry this is late. Trying to write multiple stories at the same time......not really working. If anyone is interested in reading more of this, please comment. I am considering writing another chapter, but only if there is interest.

Every day Jack O’Neill thanked his lucky stars. Here he was, past the time most people would have retired (he conveniently disregarded the times he had retired), working in one of the most rewarding jobs in the galaxy (this galaxy at least, he wasn’t sure about Pegasus, but then again with all the trouble SGA ran into he was just as glad that Daniel had chosen not to go). Not many people could say that they had traveled to other planets, and had in fact saved the world on not a few occasions (something he reminded others at every opportunity). Granted there were downsides, like Daniel dying on him, also not a few times (they had had plenty of talks about that after Daniel descended, and Jack was sure that Daniel now knew better than to leave him again). Yet while Jack loved his job, he would give it up in an instant for the thing he loved most, Daniel Jackson. Yes, after years alone and not a few false tries (which again he chose to disregard), Jack O’Neill had finally found his soul mate.

They had in fact been together for over a year now (officially anyways, the real amount of time was still being debated not the least of which because of the number of bets resting on that fact), and Jack could honestly say he had never been happier. So what if it sometimes took all he had in him not to push Daniel to his knees (something Daniel would have been delighted to know). So what if he had to struggle to hold in irrational jealousy at the attention being paid to his oblivious partner (hold in? yeah right, everyone they met knew right away not to mess with what was obviously his).

It’s not like he really thought that Daniel would ever cheat on him (after all the time it took for them to get their act together and admit their feelings?), but still he acknowledged the likely truth that Jack needed the other man more than he himself was needed. Ironically of the two of them, Daniel was in some ways the stronger man (not a little know fact, the whole of SGC recognized they would be lost without him). Jackson was used to being alone and while not liking it, could always survive on his own. O’Neill on the other hand, needed the comfort of strong social connections to prevent him from getting too lost in his own head. A scary place on a normal day (though Daniel might disagree, but “shrugs” love is like that). Yes, Jack accepted the intensity of his need for the younger man, but was fearful of showing it for fear that the other would not be accepting (“snort” not that he was really fooling anyone).

Learn How to Kneel

2007-12-26T03:25:49Z

Title: Learn How to Kneel
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/Character: Gibbs/Dinozzo
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: learn how to kneel
Kink: leather
Warnings: slash, no spoilers, mild mention of d/s
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 431
Beta: Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. "headdesk" Did I not say that my prompts this round were going to end up introspective kink? Seriously, who the hell else writes introspective kink. Sorry this is late. Trying to write multiple stories at the same time......not really working. If anyone is interested in reading more of this, please comment. I am considering writing another chapter, but only if there is interest.

It was hard for him to resist. After all, despite his apparent play boy persona Tony Dinozzo was a natural submissive.

There was just something about being submissive that appealed to him. Letting someone else make the decisions, be in control, was a nice escape from the fear of error. Dinozzo always tried to do what was expected and wanted of him, to please others, and what better way to do that successfully, than to be told explicitly what was required of him. But for the most part, it was the idea of letting someone else take care of him that got him. The thought that someone would care enough for him to claim him and keep him as theirs forever.

It was a nice dream, Tony thought, especially since the person he would most like to claim him did not seem to be in the least bit interested. Regardless, that did not stop the longing for something he couldn’t quite name. And all too often it was damn near painful for him to resist going to his knees and giving himself to the other man. In fact, the thought had crossed his mind of doing just that if only to see the reaction he would get. The only thing preventing him was the incredible fear of rejection. It was one thing to think that the object of his desire did not want him; it was another thing to prove it.

So, Tony contented himself with his fantasies and frequented clubs when he could. It’s not like his life was all bad. He had a job he enjoyed and learned from. A family of coworkers like he had never had before. A boss he respected and loved that he would follow any where. No, it wasn’t all bad, as he reminded himself in those moments his resolve was sorely tested.

But those moments were nothing compared to this. Dinozzo had arrived at work expecting it to be like any other day, only to fight back a rush of arousal upon seeing his boss enter the room. The day had been unexpectedly chilly, so it was not entirely surprising to see Gibbs wearing his leather coat, but the gloves were just too much. Black leather gloves. The feel of which Tony knew intimately against naked skin. He gulped as he felt Gibbs eyes on him and realized that he had been caught staring. Looking further up, his boss’ eyes caught his and something inexplicable passed between them. Shivering, Tony had the thought that maybe his fantasies weren’t that far out after all.

The Little Quirks of Fate 2/?

2007-12-25T03:21:28Z

Title: The Little Quirks of Fate 2/?
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Character: Steve/Tony
Rating: pg-13 (this part)
Warnings: spoilers for Civil War, angst, dark themes in later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 303 (this part)

Beta: Rai Cara/Riddick and Amy/Calleigh
Author's Notes: "cackles evilly" I warned some people that I was going to be cheating on this. I guess you'll soon see what I mean. I'm still looking for someone familiar with canon who is willing to help with this story. I could definitely use more sounding boards if anyone is interested. I am sorry this post is so short. This is only half of the second chapter. The other half should be up soon.

One can never really predict the little quirks of fate. So it was with some irony that Steve Rogers once again drew his first breathe. As he slowly became aware of himself and his surroundings, he looked around with some bemusement. Only for complete consciousness to come rushing back as he recalled the events that had transpired. Reflexively looking down, he saw that the wounds that had resulted in his death had miraculously healed. In fact he seemed to be in better shape physically than he had in recent times, Cap realized as he got up and began to examine his surroundings more closely.

It appeared that he was by himself in an unremarkable abandoned building. Determined to establish his location and the time, Steve held onto his objectives in the hopes that they would keep his confusion and apprehension at bay. Leaving the building and continuing down the street, he realized that he was in New York and by the looks of things, in a time not much different from what he last saw. Deciding in a fit of nostalgia to return to the ruins of the Avenger’s Mansion, he was instead shocked to see that it had in fact been rebuilt almost exactly the same.

His curiosity sparked, Cap approached the door and knocked in the hopes of discovering what had happened in his absence. He waited in some trepidation as foot steps came nearer and the door was slowly opened. “Can I help you?” a voice inquired. As Steve opened his mouth to respond, the other man finally got a good look at him.

Thud!

The unflappable Jarvis had fainted for the first and only time in his life. Steve rushed forward to revive and help the fallen butler to his feet, astonished and delighted to see him once again.

The Final Cut 2/?

2007-12-25T03:07:34Z

Title: The Final Cut 2/?
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: Charlie/Don
Rating: R (this part)
Warnings: slash, incest, dark themes (cutting, mention of suicide)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 402 (this part)

Beta: Rai Cara/Riddick and Amy/Calleigh
Author's Notes: Sorry this is such a short chapter again. I promise they will start getting longer. I should also probably warn you that this fic will likely get darker, before it gets lighter. If you're at all interested in me continuing it, please comment so that I know there is interest out there. The more feedback I get, the more I'll post.

It was something he always feared, at least subconsciously. He might not admit it out loud, but in the back of his mind there was always that anxious anticipation of a phone call informing of some harm to his son. After all, as an active FBI agent his son was often involved in dangerous situations. It was something he always feared, but this.…this he could never have expected.

True Charlie did some advising for the FBI and other agencies, but he had never really considered that Charlie was ever in any danger. He worried about him, as any parent worried about their child, but he had always thought that of his boys Don was the one most likely to be injured. No, this was not something he could have ever predicted.

The mild irritation he felt towards his son as he went upstairs to tell him to come down for dinner. The confusion and alarm as he realized that the growing patch of brownish red on the carpet was blood seeping from inside the locked bathroom. The horror as he broke down the door and saw his near lifeless son. The panic he had felt rising as he begged Charlie to hang on. And now the helpless fear as he paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come and tell him of his son’s fate.

“Dad!” As Alan turned towards the voice he was relieved that he would not have to wait alone, though Don looked as frightened as he felt.

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He never wanted to go through something like that again. Couldn’t even remember how he had gotten from the FBI office to the hospital. All he could recall was the fear in his father’s voice telling him to come to the hospital immediately. That something had happened to Charlie. After that everything was a blur, as his team had dragged him to a car and hurriedly driven him to the hospital. Don couldn’t even remember telling his team of the call, or if he had even said anything. The expression on his face had probably been enough to alert them that something was amiss.

Regardless, he was with his father now as they continued to await news of Charlie’s condition. Yet as they waited all Don could do was to wonder what had happened and think that he had yet again failed his brother.

The Last Straw 2/3

2007-12-25T02:58:29Z

Title: The Last Straw 2/3
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing/Character: Eric/Ryan
Rating: pg-13 (this part)
Warnings: slash, some old spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 390 (this part)

Beta: Rai Cara/Riddick and Amy/Calleigh
Author's Notes: More of the fic I promised Paul for finishing exams. Sorry, still no dialogue, but there should be some in the next part.

It had sneaked upon him suddenly. The old cliché of love at first sight was in his case true. He had known the second he saw the Russian-Cuban that this was the person he was meant to be with. The irony almost killed him.

From the beginning Eric Delko had shown him nothing but contempt and had certainly not done anything to make him feel welcome or wanted. And all for things completely outside his control. He had almost given in to tears when he had acknowledged that it was clearly impossible for anything between them to ever exist.

Yet lately it had seemed that there had been a shift in Eric’s attitude towards him. He had seemed more accepting of him, more interested in being at least friends. And while Ryan couldn’t have what he wanted, he would take whatever Delko felt fit to give him. Then, he had noticed an even further shift and had felt at times that the other man was flirting with him. Not wanting to screw up what they had and worrying that it was just in his head, he didn’t say anything. Choosing instead to wait for the moment that Eric made his move. Only the moment had never come. And finally fed up, Ryan decided that he would determine once and for all if Delko really felt anything for him other than friendship.

He had pulled out the outfit he wore when he went clubbing. The tight pair of jeans that he had owned since he was in college. The light brown shirt that he had been told brought out his eyes. Looking at himself in the mirror, Ryan recognized that if this didn’t cause Eric to do something, then nothing would.

And it seemed his planning had been a success. Delko had appeared dumbstruck when he first saw him at work, and had had a hard time keeping his eyes off of him as he kept sneaking glances when he thought no one was watching.

Then their shift from hell had started, and all Ryan could think was that his plotting had come to naught. However, his luck held through and the case was miraculously solved. As he gave thanks to the fiber that had broken the case, he hoped that this was the night that their relationship would change forever.

The Little Quirks of Fate

2007-12-20T06:11:25Z

Title: The Little Quirks of Fate 1/?
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Character: Steve/Tony
Rating: pg-13 (this part)
Warnings: spoilers for Civil War, angst, dark themes in later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 386 (this part)

Beta: Sam/Greg and Dino
Author's Notes: "ducks head sheepishly" I was going to do more of my Numb3rs fic when this bunny attacked, rather viciously I might add. You can't really tell from this part, but this story is going to be pretty dark as well. It is a new fandom (pairing) for me, so any feedback would be great. This was supposed to be a nice ficlet for </a></b></a>crimsonquills(Nix).......yeah right. This bunny is going to be a monster, but I hope you like it. I'm still looking for someone familiar with canon who is willing to help with this story. I could definitely use more sounding boards if anyone is interested.

There is a certain elegance to death, a certain finality which seems almost inherent. Death in and of itself implies a level of closure. While mourning may occur, death is after all an inevitability in all but a few situations.

Ah.

But then it is those few occasions which skew one's world view regarding death. Exceptions too apparently implausible to believe. Of course in the world he lived in death was not uncommonly succeeded by a paradoxical impossibility.

Life.

The irony of such an occurrence was all too obvious, yet in such cases one could almost see the unexpected workings of fate.

He was a big believer in fate, always had been. And with the coincidences and accidents that had guided his entire life that was certainly understandable. Yet he could never have predicted this. Then again, nothing about this year had been predictable.

Things had just moved too fast. Events quickly spiraling out of control. His best friend's evident betrayal was like a sucker punch to the gut that the passage of time could not lessen. It had shaken his iron resolve. Thrown him off course. If there was anything in this world that he had thought he could always depend on it was Tony. The loss of that rock had devastated him in a way that even losing decades of time in the ice hadn't.

He knew he hadn't made the best decisions. Hadn't been thinking clearly enough to be justifiably viewed as a leader. But then that was the trap he all too often fell into. Justifiably or not, people often looked to him for direction, for leadership. Ignoring the possibility of incorrectness, of failure. When you're viewed by so many with such respect, such idealized perspectives, it's hard to think objectively. To keep an open mind.

It was one of the many things he could depend on Tony for. Not letting him take himself too seriously. Remembering he was only human.

Regardless, his fate had been in direct consequence of his actions, of his decisions. Until the moment his life once again took an unexpected turn as he lay on the ground feeling his life flee from him as quickly as it had been awaken from the ice all those years ago. And that was the end of it.

Or so he thought.

The Final Cut 1/?

2007-12-19T07:24:02Z

Title: The Final Cut 1/?
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Character: Charlie/Don
Rating: R (this part)
Warnings: slash, incest, dark themes (cutting, mention of suicide)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 408 (this part)

Beta: Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: I just want to reiterate again that this is dark, so if you're looking for fluff don't read this. Figures that just after I ask everyone for prompts and requests, my bunnies start going crazy. This is going to be my first attempt at a longer story, so I'm not sure how long it's going to end up. If you're at all interested in me continuing it, please comment so that I know there is interest out there. The more feedback I get, the more I'll post.

He should have known. Should have been able to figure it out. It was only a matter of some probability calculations of complex variables. It certainly shouldn’t have been beyond him to determine. After all, he had never really had difficulties before. Sure some problems were complicated, but he usually got it in the end. This though, he could make no head way with despite the time he had devoted to it. It was the one problem he could never begin to understand.

Himself.

He just couldn’t figure out what had gotten him to this point. What cause and effects had brought him to this decision, this action. For all his genius, he had always had problems understanding human behavior himself included. It had started so simply, with a single cut years ago. How had it progressed to this?

What variables had really contributed to this endpoint? Realizing as a child just how different and isolated he was? Trying to maintain his sanity in the face of constant data and calculations pouring into his brain like so much white noise? Living with the knowledge that the brother he idolized hated him? That his mother was the only one in the world who really understood him? Dealing with the loss of her support and unconditional love upon her death? The constant fear that his brother would once again leave and abandon him to his isolation? Or the moment over a decade ago when he realized that he had fallen hopelessly in love with his own brother?

Regardless it was much too late for such questions. Much too late to look back. To wonder how he had gotten to this moment. And in truth he no longer cared. For he had finally lost the one thing he couldn’t live without. The one thing that had never deserted him, never betrayed him or let him down. He had finally lost his numbers, his precious math that had seen him through all of life’s ups and downs. That had kept him sane even at a price.

No, it was too late and in truth he couldn’t really regret his actions. Couldn’t really see any other choice in his situation. He had made up his mind, and this was the course of action he was sticking with. Thinking thusly, he drew the blade across his skin for the final time and watched as his life’s blood dripped darkly down to the tiled floor.

The Last Straw

2007-12-18T18:51:34Z

Title: The Last Straw 1/3
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing/Character: Eric/Ryan
Rating: pg-13 (this part)
Warnings: slash, some old spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 386 (this part)

Beta: Melanie/Ryan and Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: So, I promised Paul I would write her a fic for finishing exams. After asking, she handed me a nice innocent oneshot bunny. "sigh" Sadly it was not to be. The damn bunny won't leave me alone. Thus, I have my first multi-chapter story. The next two parts (I think) should be up soon.

P.S. I haz DSL at home now! "does happy dance"

Did he have to wear that outfit? Not that Eric really minded the eye candy, but Wolfe was killing him. The tease had to know what he was doing to him. Couldn’t possibly be unaware of his attraction. Delko had tried to resist what he thought was an unattainable temptation. Ryan was straight after all, wasn’t he? And even if he wasn’t, he had certainly never shown any sign of returning Eric’s feelings.

No, Eric had tried denying he felt anything for the other man. After the fractious beginning to their relationship, it had certainly seemed that nothing would develop of his….well…..crush. But the events of the past few years had changed his thinking. Ryan nearly loosing an eye through a mistake he had made, and then nearly dying himself was enough to convince him that life was too precious to not go after what he wanted.

He had decided to go slowly, to take his time. Eric had started by trying to improve his friendship with Ryan, by getting to know him better as well as doing little things for him like defending him against anyone who dared tease Wolfe about his OCD. Delko had become quite protective of the younger CSI, not that he had seemed to notice. Despite Eric’s flirtation, Ryan never showed that he was aware of his attention or that he cared one way or the other.

Yet there he stood. Wearing tight jeans that just had to be painted on, all he could thing of was how to get Wolfe out of them, as well as light brown shirt that along with the sun brought out his eyes and made them appear golden. Standing under the sun with his eyes glowing and his hair haloed, Ryan looked like a fallen angel just waiting to be claimed. No, Eric had had enough. Tonight he was making his move.

Though, it seemed not to be. Everything appeared to be working against him. A tough shift with a double murder that dragged on and on with no end in sight, until miraculously a fiber and a confession brought the day to an end. After such a rough day, it was hard to summon up the energy for a seduction, but Eric worried that another such opportunity would not come along for some time.

More fic requests anyone? (aka seriously stop me already....this is getting ridiculous)

2007-12-13T07:25:30Z

"sighs" Yep, this is getting pretty ridiculous. But I need something to do over break, so......
This is the last offer (yeah right). Anyone interested in having me write them a fic is welcome to email me (or post) with their request. Please give me a prompt as well as fandom/pairing. If you want to know what fandoms I am willing to write in (mostly) check out the interests listed on the info page. If for some reason I can't write for that fandom/pairing I'll let you know. I'm hoping to get these done by the end of the month, but don't hold your breath.

Also, I will be going home for winter break later today, so my internet access will be a little more iffy. However, if anyone needs a beta (last minute or not) they are still welcome to email me.

LeiaDianaMinerva

P.S. Exams are finally done. SQUEEEEEEEEE!

Family

2007-11-14T04:53:20Z

Title: Family
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Character: Gunn/Wesley
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: family
Kink: protectiveness
Warnings: slash, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 552
Beta: Becca/Paul and Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: My last late fic. Yeah! Feedback is very much appreciated and will be rewarded with cookies.

It was kind of sad when he thought about it.

Wesley had always tried to avoid talking too much about himself, about his past, or his family, or his childhood. Still, it wasn’t hard to see how uncomfortable he was in certain situations, and how little he seemed to understand about family. He was fine as long he was with his books or researching, but conversations became stilted and frustrating when the topic turned around towards him.

Growing up, Gunn and his friends had told each other almost everything. They had always known that they could depend on each other for help or assistance. Though he had not known the Angel Investigations group for as long, Gunn still felt it natural to look out for them.

Yet it didn’t seem to fit with Wes’ expectations; he always seemed thrown off whenever anyone asked him how he was. All too often, the gang had found out about an injury received during a fight that Wes did not at first acknowledge. It wasn’t so much that he played down the injuries he received, but that he couldn’t quite believe that the gang would want to know about them. Whenever anyone talked about the gang as a group or as friends, Wesley always seemed to be humoring them.

At first, Gunn bought into the whole intellectual British stiff upper lip that Wes seemed to cultivate. It didn’t take long though for him to realize that the whole thing was a mask. Wes just didn’t seem comfortable with expressing emotions or reacting to situations in ways that one might expect. It gave Gunn pause to realize that in many cases he didn’t seem to know how he was supposed to react. Take Christmas for example. He always appeared so surprised that they planned a celebration and gave out gifts to each other.

It made Gunn inexplicably sad, because it showed that these were new experiences for Wesley. Gunn might not have had the best life, and was still in mourning and feeling guilty for his sister’s death, but one thing he had always had was a sense of family. Even when it was his gang of vampire hunters, he felt a palpable sense of solidarity. It bothered him that Wes didn’t seem to know what family was supposed to mean, didn’t seem to miss it.

There was just something about the man that made Gunn want to protect him. Wesley tried so hard to appear independent and self sufficient, yet he seemed so vulnerable at times. He tried not to show how much he liked having company or someone to hang out with. Despite how hard he tried to show no weakness, it was undeniable that Wes took pleasure from positive comments and concern.

Wesley might not be used to having a family, might not be comfortable with the idea. But if Gunn had any say in it, that was all going to change. Wes would just have to grow accustomed to having people who cared about him. In truth, Gunn was enjoying and looking forward to being the person introducing him to new experiences. As they spent more time together and grew more accustomed to each others presence, Wes seemed to let down the mask for moments and allow childlike wonder to shine briefly through.

Scars

2007-11-13T06:21:20Z

Title: Scars
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/Character: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: scars
Kink: body shyness
Warnings: slash, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 683
Beta: Becca/Paul and Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. Sorry again for the lateness. My bunnies hate me. "pouts" Feedback is very much appreciated and will be rewarded with cookies.

Looks can be very deceiving. Or in this case sounds. After all, Dr. Rodney McKay and Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard both appeared to be the very picture of self confidence.

McKay was well known for his claim that he was the smartest man in two galaxies. He seemed to survive and thrive on his claims of genius and superiority among the other scientists. Rodney might not have been the most socially capable person, but he never seemed to let it bother him too much.

Sheppard on the other hand, seemed for all intents and purposes to be the perfect alpha male. He carried about him a confidence that bordered on cockiness. Charming everyone in his path, he went into unknown situations without apparent fear of consequences. John did not reveal too much emotion beyond the military stoicness, and certainly gave off the impression of general well being.

Both men appeared to be perfectly fine, comfortable in their situation and their skin. Yet that couldn’t be farther than the truth. Human beings often seem to not want to look any deeper than the surface. They don’t want to know what emotions or insecurities lie beneath. This is partially due to the disillusionment that would result from such a discovery. Atlantis sometimes seemed to be only held together by the bravado and confidence these men exuded. Everyone there trusted that as long as Sheppard appeared confident, as long as Rodney was babbling about his genius discoveries, then everything would be ok in the end. Therefore they were rarely given an opportunity to let their masks down, and their true sides show. Their insecurities and their scars.

Scars are a funny thing. Depending on the person they mean a lot of different things. One might be self conscious or embarrassed by a particularly bad scar. Pride, pain or shame might be felt at the memory of how that scar was formed. Scars might attract attention, or create an emotion in someone else. However, the scars in all these cases are physical. Sometimes readily apparent. In many cases it is the emotional, internal scars, that have the most impact, are the most important.

If John and Rodney had one thing in common, it was internal scars. Despite the instant attraction that formed when they met, years passed before either of them made a move due to the scars they held.

For all of Rodney’s apparently massive ego, he was very insecure and could never quite believe that anyone would want him. With his history of bad relationships, it wasn’t hard to see why he might be hesitant putting himself out there. Not to mention this wasn’t just any relationship. This was John Sheppard, his best friend, who you would have to be blind not to be attracted to. He would never risk their friendship for the ludicrous notion of something more. And he wasn’t the only one being help back.

It wasn’t that John didn’t know how attractive he was. He knew that people appreciated his looks and his charm. Yet all too often he felt that that was the only reason they wanted him. He was tired of shallow relationships based only on lust. For too long, he had wanted to make a move on McKay, but felt all too clearly that all he had to offer were his looks. Why else would this brilliant, sarcastic man want him?

So, neither made their move, until finally pushed to the limit by too many close calls, they realized that if they didn’t try now they would never get a second chance. Which is where they were at now. Rodney self-conscious, knowing that he wasn’t much physically and not wanting to lose what might be his only chance, and John comfortable with his appeal but terrified to show the emotions and scars that lay beneath. The first step was the hardest. Trusting that the other person would not make fun of them, would understand them. Then realizing that the mutual love they had, could over come any obstacles, even their own insecurities, as long as they let it.

Chocolate Seduction

2007-11-11T06:15:48Z

Title: Chocolate Seduction
Author: LeiaDianaMinerva
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/Character: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: Chocolate
Kink: food as foreplay
Warnings: slash, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 547
Beta: Sam/Greg
Author's Notes: Written for ROK. I'm really sorry for the lateness. My bunnies all ran away, I was very sad. Feedback is very much appreciated and will be rewarded with cookies.

He would never believe that Rodney didn’t do it on purpose. No one else could possibly make eating that sensual. There was no way Rodney was unaware of the effect he had on him.

Not that he didn’t try to conceal his reaction from the others. Despite the fact that they often ate at odd times, the mess hall was a public place and often crowded with hungry soldiers and scientists. After all, things were always unpredictable on Atlantis, and people had learned to grab a meal when they could. Not that Rodney helped; many of the scientists followed his example and could be seen up at all hours of the night. So of course he had to keep his reactions hidden, but really did Rodney have to make that so difficult?

It just wasn’t fair. Sheppard knew that MacKay liked his food, and had a sweet tooth a mile wide. But really, this was just going too far. The man was eating his slice of chocolate cake in a way that would make a porn star blush. He was eating it in tiny bites, eyes heavy lidded, savoring every bite. Then licking the excess frosting off of his fingers, extending his tongue. The sight alone was enough to make Sheppard hard. All he could think of was that tongue being used for something quite different.

And the noises he made, oh god the noises he made. John could not stop pondering the possible similarity between those sounds of pleasure he made at the taste of the dessert and sounds that he might make in bed writhing in pleasure. Those thoughts were very hard to conceal sitting with teammates who could see right through you, and among soldiers who you command.

Which brings us back to the man in question, one Rodney McKay. Sitting there, eating his cake as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Seemingly oblivious to the increasingly lust filled glances aimed his way. All the while chattering on about some new technological discovery. It was hard enough to even pretend to follow Rodney’s babbling on a good day; at this point Sheppard had long since given up trying.

As the last piece was eaten, John breathed a sigh of relief that his torture was finally over, only to be stopped dead in his tracks as Rodney used his fingers to get the last bit of frosting and then licked them clean. That was it. The breaking point. John Sheppard had had enough. He reached across the table and grabbed Rodney by the arm, proceeding to drag him down the hall, with their teammates’ bemused glances following them.

Ignoring McKay’s insistent questioning, he continued down the hall until he got to his room. Opening the door, he dragged Rodney and shut the door behind them.

“What the hell was that all about?” Rodney exclaimed.

“Shut up” John said, before fastening his mouth to Rodney’s. Any complaints McKay might have made remained unvoiced, as all of his attention was focused on the man kissing him desperately. Stopping to take a necessary breath, Rodney inquired “What set that off?” “I couldn’t stand watching you eat that cake for another moment without kissing you” John replied. “Finally” Rodney said victoriously with a smirk, before claiming another kiss.