The Five Acts Meme: Round Three
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blue_bellsI've never participated in this before, but someone told me it was low pressure and I've actually tuned in on time!
This runs for a week, peeps, so join in the fun and sign-up! <3
+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists to see what you might be able to fill for your fellow fan. The Master list is here.
+ Sign-up here to join the fun (this is not necessary if you just want to fill).
+ Post comment-fic based at people's journals in their five acts post!
+ Play nicely. Play hard.
= five acts =
Amnesia: the frustration and heartbreak in that split second character A realises character B has lost the memories of their hard-won relationship, or character A has reluctantly induced the amnesia either as an act of mercy or by explicit request from character B melts my heart.
Breath-play: as a caress on skin; hitching or ragged; indrawn breath or gasps; sighs. If it's audible, close enough to feel, or even shared? Just. Guh.
Military fetishization: guns, knives, and other weapons; uniforms, dog-tags, thigh-holsters. As objects of distraction, or involvement in foreplay, let the uniforms and weapons roll.
Penance or reform: bad boy turns good; evil seeks to change; performing acts of atonement or restitution; self-mortification; martyrdom; selflessness; apologies or apology sex. There are so many delicious ways to say that you're really, really sorry.
Restraint: pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement. Ultimately, mutual consent is a must.
= fandoms & pairing(s) =
Castle: Ryan/Esposito, Beckett/Castle
Chuck: Casey/Chuck/Sarah (or any derivative of this), Devon/Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, Frost/Volkov, Devon/Ellie
The Covenant: Reid/Caleb, Pogue/Tyler, Reid/Tyler
Devil May Cry & Hellboy: Dante/Vergil, Dante/John Myers
Leverage: Hardison/Parker/Eliot (or any derivative of this)
Supernatural: Angels or demons in any pairing, number and combination (no, seriously), Michael/Adam, Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Adam/Sam (any derivative of this)
Warehouse 13: Pete/Myka, Pete/Joshua
White Collar: Peter/Neal/Elizabeth (or any derivative of this)
= my FILLS =
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mercuryblue144: Supernatural, Pamela/Ruby, NC-17 (erotic torture, jewelry, religion)
Forafiawri: Warehouse 13, Pete/Joshua, PG-13 (clothed sex, outdoors, marked in public)
Forzekkass: Supernatural, Michael/Gabriel, PG-13, (collars, restraints, body doubles)
= Fills from Others (♥) =
Frommercuryblue144: Supernatural, Anna/Ruby, PG (breath play, military, penance, restraints)
Fromemerald_embers: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, NC-17 (breath play)
Fromzekkass: Supernatural, Lucifer/Gabriel/Michael/Raphael, NC-17 (restraints)
Fromjanie_tangerine: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, PG (amnesia)
Fromunavoidedcrisis: Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, NC-17 (breath play, military, penance)
This runs for a week, peeps, so join in the fun and sign-up! <3
+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists to see what you might be able to fill for your fellow fan. The Master list is here.
+ Sign-up here to join the fun (this is not necessary if you just want to fill).
+ Post comment-fic based at people's journals in their five acts post!
+ Play nicely. Play hard.
= five acts =
Amnesia: the frustration and heartbreak in that split second character A realises character B has lost the memories of their hard-won relationship, or character A has reluctantly induced the amnesia either as an act of mercy or by explicit request from character B melts my heart.
Breath-play: as a caress on skin; hitching or ragged; indrawn breath or gasps; sighs. If it's audible, close enough to feel, or even shared? Just. Guh.
Military fetishization: guns, knives, and other weapons; uniforms, dog-tags, thigh-holsters. As objects of distraction, or involvement in foreplay, let the uniforms and weapons roll.
Penance or reform: bad boy turns good; evil seeks to change; performing acts of atonement or restitution; self-mortification; martyrdom; selflessness; apologies or apology sex. There are so many delicious ways to say that you're really, really sorry.
Restraint: pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement. Ultimately, mutual consent is a must.
= fandoms & pairing(s) =
Castle: Ryan/Esposito, Beckett/Castle
Chuck: Casey/Chuck/Sarah (or any derivative of this), Devon/Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, Frost/Volkov, Devon/Ellie
The Covenant: Reid/Caleb, Pogue/Tyler, Reid/Tyler
Devil May Cry & Hellboy: Dante/Vergil, Dante/John Myers
Leverage: Hardison/Parker/Eliot (or any derivative of this)
Supernatural: Angels or demons in any pairing, number and combination (no, seriously), Michael/Adam, Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Adam/Sam (any derivative of this)
Warehouse 13: Pete/Myka, Pete/Joshua
White Collar: Peter/Neal/Elizabeth (or any derivative of this)
= my FILLS =
For
mercuryblue144: Supernatural, Pamela/Ruby, NC-17 (erotic torture, jewelry, religion) For
afiawri: Warehouse 13, Pete/Joshua, PG-13 (clothed sex, outdoors, marked in public)For
zekkass: Supernatural, Michael/Gabriel, PG-13, (collars, restraints, body doubles)= Fills from Others (♥) =
From
mercuryblue144: Supernatural, Anna/Ruby, PG (breath play, military, penance, restraints)From
emerald_embers: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, NC-17 (breath play)From
zekkass: Supernatural, Lucifer/Gabriel/Michael/Raphael, NC-17 (restraints)From
janie_tangerine: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, PG (amnesia)From
unavoidedcrisis: Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, NC-17 (breath play, military, penance) 
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Date: 2011-01-07 08:08 pm (UTC)"Say it," Anna orders.
"I'm—I'm." The knife again. "I'm sorry. I've been—a bad girl, such a bad girl—"
"Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery," Anna singsongs, and Ruby can't not laugh.
Anna sounds so much like Honorata—it's been so long since Ruby saw Honorata, and the woman Ruby had been would hate the woman Ruby is.
"I've done wrong," Ruby says, and this time it's Beatrisia speaking, this time it's sincere.
"For a good purpose," Anna says, serious now, her breath tickling the back of Ruby's ear. "That's enough to make amends."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:23 pm (UTC)Dark: Vergil/Dante, Breath-play
Date: 2011-01-08 10:52 am (UTC)Night was when the demons and hunters came out, and Dante had not always been prepared to fight them. There had been years of hiding with Vergil, keeping out of sight and out of mind until they had the strength to fight back.
They had found their own place in the dark. Tangled together during nights that were too hot and too dangerous to find sleep easily, Dante's head resting against Vergil's shoulder, Vergil's breath against his neck the one source of cold in the room. It never promised safety, that breath, but it guaranteed company, and after losing everything else, Dante had no desire to be alone.
That had never changed, and after Dante fought his way into Hell, dragged Vergil back to the living and pieced him together scrap by scrap, he had left Kyrie and Nero to the daylight, taken the night back for himself.
Vergil didn't heal quickly, but Dante waited, lay next to him each night and watched him come back, covered his mouth on the days he screamed and sparred with him on the days he lashed out.
When Vergil's eyes finally cleared, Hell's hold on him loosened, Dante was there; Dante pressed his lips to Vergil's, open-mouthed, tasting him for the first time in years. When Vergil had kissed him back and bitten his tongue, it was only natural to one-up him, digging the nails of one hand into Vergil's chest and tugging at Vergil's hair with the other, swallowing the growls when they came.
He'd expected a speech of some sort - of horror or misery or apology - but as much as Vergil was the eloquent one, he had always preferred action to words, and after the first bite Vergil had started moving down the bed, biting red, sometimes bleeding marks into Dante's neck, chest, stomach. Marking him. Making him real.
They had always flirted with the edge of what was acceptable and what wasn't, and Dante hissed a "Yes" when Vergil's hands ghosted across his hips, let Vergil pull him into his lap, grind up against him. It was enough on its own, despite the thin layers of sweatpants between them, but not enough to stop him saying "Please" when Vergil slipped a hand beneath the elasticated waist to grip his cock, not enough to stop him keening at the feel of Vergil's breath, still cool on his too-hot skin in a too-hot room.
Vergil outlasted him, but for once, he didn't feel cheated by losing - not when it meant he was coherent when Vergil came. Getting to watch openly, not just sneaking a glance when he shouldn't have been looking, was a blessing and a curse he'd never expected. Vergil was his twin, his other half - no one else would ever compare.
Even with his healing ability, he felt pleasantly sore when Vergil collapsed against him, and he let himself wrap an arm around Vergil's back, felt Vergil's leg slide between his, tangling them together like they were teenagers again, on the run until they could fight back.
Dante felt the rises and falls of Vergil's chest, slightly slow in comparison with his, and breathed a sigh of his own. The situation was familiar, but the circumstances had completely changed.
It was still too hot to sleep easily, but there was no such thing as too dangerous anymore. Dante had fought through Hell itself to get Vergil back, where the demons were in their own back yard.
Dante had no fear of the night anymore, no reason to fear it, and Earth was his own territory. He had defended it a thousand times before for fun.
And now he had good reason to. God help anyone who got in his way.
Re: Dark: Vergil/Dante, Breath-play
Date: 2011-01-08 11:58 am (UTC)You brought Vergil back and they had each other again. Dante's patient vigil while Vergil recovered was perfectly believable, I loved their characterisation, I loved everything about it. This was such wish fulfilment, thank you so much. <333
diplomacy, NC-17, Lucifer/Gabriel/Michael/Raphael, restraints [1/3]
Date: 2011-01-08 02:27 pm (UTC)It starts with a fight. Raised voices, Michael shouting at Lucifer and they are so close to coming to blows that Gabriel gives upon words and stops everything with a kiss. He seizes Lucifer's chin and presses their lips together, cutting off words entirely.
Even Michael stops mid-sentence, startled into silence as Lucifer goes from surprised to calculating to willing inbetween seconds, returning the kiss with heat.
Gabriel doesn't even need to look to know that he has Raphael's attention. Lucifer drags his attention back to himself with a bite and then a tongue between Gabriel's lips when Gabriel tries to tell him not to bite, and then Gabriel is the one moaning, not Lucifer like he had intended.
It worked, though - they aren't fighting, everyone's attention (and outrage) is focused on how Lucifer is leaning into Gabriel, how Gabriel is working Lucifer's pants open, how Lucifer growls and pushes Gabriel back until they meet one of the walls and gets his pants open by ripping them off.
"Hey!" Gabriel tries again, for he hadn't wanted biting or ruining of garments in this, but Lucifer cuts him off with another kiss, deep and wet and Gabriel gets something right this time that makes Lucifer moan back.
Lucifer grabs Gabriel's wrists when he tries to get his fingers onto Lucifer again and pushes his arms above his head, abusing his angelic powers to hold them there, to hold Gabriel against the wall as Lucifer decides what to do with him.
"It's not exactly what you intended," Lucifer tells him with a smirk, "but it's what you're getting. Michael!"
His sudden snap brings Michael out of his shock, and this is where Lucifer rests a hand on Gabriel's chest and turns to face him.
All of them hear how Gabriel's breathing quickens, as he panics over the possibility of the fight resuming and worsening when he is helpless to stop it. It makes Michael close his mouth from whatever he was going to say, and Lucifer -
Lucifer turns back to look at Gabriel, eyes unreadable before he moves in and kisses Gabriel deeply, almost reassuring with the gesture.
"Stop that," he murmurs as he breaks the kiss and turns back to Michael.
"What are you doing?" Michael asks.
"Extending an invitation," Lucifer says, idly ripping buttons off of Gabriel's shirt, pulling it open. "It would be rude of me to take what Gabriel's giving without offering you two an opportunity to share."
"Oh," Gabriel says.
"What?" Raphael finally asks, but Michael, no, he doesn't need an explanation.
It - seeing the flash of interest in Michael's eyes; the spreading flush in his skin - makes Lucifer want to drape himself over Michael and ask him exactly what he's thinking of, exactly why and how he knows what Lucifer is offering, but no. No, Gabriel is panting under his hand and Raphael is suspiciously confused and this is an opportunity.
"Watch," Lucifer tells Raphael, and slides his fingers into Gabriel's mouth. He is hugely appreciative that he has the right brother pinned to the wall, as Gabriel knows exactly what to do; Gabriel sucks on his fingers and licks, eyes closing, clearly enjoying himself.
It's a show, and it works: Michael's flush deepens and Raphael isn't able to hide his own interest before he expresses outrage.
"If you don't want to participate," Lucifer tells him, and him alone, "then retreat to your corner and hide."
Michael has already moved close enough to touch Gabriel's cheek, lightly tracing skin with gentle fingers as he explores the lines of Gabriel's face and neck and chest, focused on that and only that. It helps him miss Raphael's disapproval and how Lucifer pulls his fingers free to kiss Gabriel again, whose hips are bucking helplessly from the sensations.
diplomacy, NC-17, Lucifer/Gabriel/Michael/Raphael, restraints [2/3]
Date: 2011-01-08 02:28 pm (UTC)Michael is wrapping fingers around the tip of Gabriel's cock, and Gabriel jerks forward, startled at how good it feels and who's touching him and oh, he likes that.
Lucifer smirks at them both and moves back, forcing a kiss on Raphael as he wraps his arms around him.
"You're still here," Lucifer says when Raphael protests, and kisses him again, dragging fingers down Raphael's back, tearing clothing as he goes to touch skin.
Gabriel moans too loudly as Michael continues touching, and Michael quiets him by kissing him finally, tasting his lips. It's good, good for both of them, and Gabriel watches Michael as he kisses back. He can't help but think that this is long overdue, and that he wants more.
Raphael is still there, still stiff against Lucifer's advances but he is watching Michael and Gabriel, and he is hard when Lucifer feels him through his pants. He closes his eyes when Lucifer leaves his hands there, presses gently and Raphael goes quiet, unwilling to admit that he wants - has been wanting - this contact, unwilling to watch Michael and Gabriel any longer.
"Better, Raphael, that is much better," Lucifer whispers in his ear.
"Shut up." Raphael doesn't want to hear any mocking, not now. Not when he is so weak to these physical wants.
Lucifer bites his ear and presses his palm into Raphael's crotch and it feels good, so good, but it in no way relieves the ache that is building in him. Raphael's not there yet, but he wants to give up on control and demand that Lucifer give him more, but no, no he will not.
He opens his eyes and sees: Michael has put his fingers into Gabriel's mouth now, Michael has sped his strokes of Gabriel's cock.
Gabriel opens his eyes, prompted by coincidence and stares back at Raphael, mouth working, hands jerking as his hips thrust forward into Michael's touches.
Raphael opens his mouth to say something, to moan perhaps but Lucifer unwittingly saves him from further embarrassment by jerking his pants down and grasping him, and now he has the perfect excuse for the babble that falls from his lips. Lucifer's touch is loose but always moving and Raphael cannot help the wanton moans as he feels what he has never felt before, not like this.
"Lucifer," Raphael gasps, as he truly can't help it, and he sees Gabriel grinning at him around Michael's fingers.
Michael pulls his fingers free of Gabriel's mouth with a wet pop and kisses him, stroking him faster. Gabriel arches and moans, kissing back, close to coming.
He can't explain how Lucifer knows, or how Lucifer gets Raphael to move close enough so that he can reach out and help Michael, and he doesn't much care to explain when extra fingers and the knowledge that this is Michael and this is Lucifer stroking him is enough to make him come hard, his shout less human in nature with Voice bleeding through as the orgasm rips through him.
diplomacy, NC-17, Lucifer/Gabriel/Michael/Raphael, restraints [3/3]
Date: 2011-01-08 02:28 pm (UTC)Lucifer watches Michael and Raphael for a moment, then smirks and presses Raphael between his body and Michael's as he kisses Michael. He's lucky that Raphael is still dazed, and Michael accepts the kiss, returning it after a long moment.
"Can I have my hands back?" Gabriel asks, seeing the storm beginning to brew, and no, he won't let Michael close off now.
Lucifer barely looks over as he releases the binds with a wave of his hand, and Gabriel lets himself fall forward on his knees, cushioning the pain of landing. Instead of resting he navigates the legs before him and reaches to grab and hold onto Lucifer's cock, then Michael's. (He's abusing his own powers, making Michael's clothing vanish, but since when has he cared about abusing his Grace?)
Besides, Michael and Lucifer's nearly twinned gasps are worth it. Gabriel rests his head forward on Raphael's leg and strokes, eyes closed, just listening to Lucifer kiss Michael again.
Gabriel flicks his fingers and rubs along Lucifer's tip and Michael's underside, feels Raphael shiver against them, and smiles. It's not long before Michael is coming with gasped moans and shudders, holding onto Raphael, and that's enough to tip Lucifer into coming with his own low groan, and Gabriel's smile turns into a grin.
It wasn't exactly how he was planning to stop their fight, but it was close enough and he has no complaints. Not even when Raphael nearly falls on him when Michael loses his grip on him.
Re: diplomacy, NC-17, Lucifer/Gabriel/Michael/Raphael, restraints [3/3]
Date: 2011-01-08 04:25 pm (UTC)Gabriel. Sneaky, effective Gabriel, he picks his instigating partner in crime wisely. I love how Lucifer turned the tables on him and got Michael involved, then Raphael's initial refusal and --
HANDS. FINGERS. EVERYWHERE. How did you clue into my unwritten kink I didn't include because I ran out of space, but it's right up there with the top five and it's so, so perfect; the control; the RESTRAINTS (8D); the subtle Raphael/everyone and Lucifer/Michael angst. Nngh.
This is why I <3 you, you give me wonderful, shiny things (and sequels to my own gift fics, tra la la)! Thank you, I love this so much. <33333
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:37 pm (UTC)I am so glad you liked it. :D
spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-11 01:10 am (UTC)“Do I know you?”
Castiel turns on his right, and Dean is there, his elbow on the bar’s counter, his posture relaxed, looking genuinely interested.
(“Cas, please,” Dean had said just six months before.
“You can’t ask this of me,” Castiel had answered, his voice barely audible.)
“Why would you ask me that?” Castiel answers, calmly, turning his glass of whiskey in his hand and adjusting the glasses he has found out he needs.
Humanity is better than he remembers it, but it still had disadvantages.
“I just, you look kind of familiar.”
(Dean had looked at him with the face of someone who doesn’t really have nothing to lose. Which in these particular circumstances, might have been true.
“If they’re in Heaven then I won’t try to bring them back. But I can’t go back to Lisa’s, not like this, and she would be right in not taking me in anyway. I just, I can’t do it anymore.”
“I could stay,” Castiel had argued, and Dean’s head shook.)
“Do I? I’m afraid that we don’t know each other, though,” Castiel forces himself to lie. But he smiles a little as he speaks, and he hopes this goes as he hopes.
Because really, he never was one to follow Dean’s advice, when the point was Dean himself. He knew that Dean had just wanted him to go back home where he belonged while Dean got his second chance (which according to Castiel still was a stupid course of action, but still, he never could refuse Dean anything. Also, Dean will remember everything when he dies, anyway, and Castiel’s agreement is that he’s to live a human life until Dean dies; he thinks he might have this part planned). And so Castiel is here, and there’s really nowhere else he’d rather be. He just wishes that Dean had asked him before, but it’s fine as it is.
“That’s too bad. But in that case I’d hope we could… get to know each other then,” Dean says, and he sounds sincere but also confident, and Castiel swallows.
Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-11 01:11 am (UTC)“Maybe I’m just tired of being myself then,” Dean had whispered, and Castiel had never wished so much that Dean’s longest and steadiest relationship wasn’t with self-loathing. “I just – I want a shot at normal and I can’t have it if I know. This last war – I can’t do it anymore. I’m begging you here, Cas. You think I’d ask you if I had a better way out?”
Castiel had his ideas but it wasn’t his place to judge and he had moved closer to Dean, nodding. As soon as he did, he felt a sadness he couldn’t remember experiencing since his last few before Sam Winchester threw himself and Lucifer back into Hell.
“Very well,” Castiel had whispered, “as you wish.”
Then his hand had reached for Dean’s temple.)
“I would… I would love it,” Castiel whispers back, his throat feeling choked, and offers a hand. “My name is Castiel.”
“Dean,” Dean answers, taking his hand and shaking it. “Your name’s not that common.”
“It’s not,” Castiel agrees, but then Dean moves his chair closer.
“That’s okay. I’ll say it actually suits you. Uhm, could I, can I buy you a drink? Sorry if you think I’m running too much here, but you just – I don’t know what it’s about you, but –”
“Dean. It’s… it’s fine,” Castiel manages, his hand reaching out and covering Dean’s , unable to stop himself. He almost breathes out in relief when Dean doesn’t pull away. “I actually – it’s the same for me,” he says, and when Dean smiles at him he thinks he could cry.
Then again, he wouldn’t have done this if he hadn’t watched over Dean for six months and realized that he still hadn’t found anything close to happiness (even if he was way happier being a firefighter rather than hunting things). It’s not like he can give Dean his memories back now, but – he finds out he isn’t that opposed to making new ones with him, if it’s a chance.
“Woah. Well, that’s kinda freaky, but it ‘s actually relieving. Good. Then –”
“I’d accept it, if you wanted to buy me that drink,” Castiel says then, and Dean’s fingers thread through his.
“Great,” Dean says before ordering, and Castiel might wish that he never agreed to take Dean’s memories away, but it’s pointless now.
After all, it seems like Dean hasn’t really changed much. Castiel can only be grateful for it.
Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-11 07:19 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-11 11:23 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-11 07:48 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-11 11:24 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-14 08:55 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, amnesia, pg13, 1/2
Date: 2011-01-15 05:27 pm (UTC)long process 1/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-12 05:54 am (UTC)Sometimes, he was a melodramatic fuck and he hated himself for it.
Eliot turned away from his reflection in the glass cupboard door, lest he become more histrionic and do something he'd regret later.
"You're doing it again," Parker said from the other side of the counter. Eliot didn't want to know what she was referring to. Every so often he got the feeling she understood a lot more than she let on about what went on inside his head. He found it unsettling.
"I'm not doing anything, Parker." He turned to leave.
"Hardison, he's doing it again."
Hardison leaned in the doorway, blocking the way. Eliot sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Okay, what am I doing?"
Parker slid through the space between the counter and the overhanging cupboard, landing on her toes next to Eliot and taking his hand in one motion. "You're angry. I don't know what about. At yourself, I think."
Eliot looked between her and Hardison, trying to piece together what exactly they were playing at. In the doorway, a small smile was playing at the corners of Hardison's mouth. It's faraway, almost sad in its own right.
"It's a long process," Hardison said, and his voice was much quieter than normal. "Forgiving yourself, I mean."
Parker was twining her fingers in Eliot's and Eliot was letting her, but when Hardison spoke, the words went right through him, touched something inside him he didn't want to acknowledge. Parker stopped fidgeting and flicked her eyes between the both. There was an extra layer of meaning going on right then that she was missing out on.
"What do you know about that?" Eliot asked him, feeling jaded and sad and foolish and hopeful all at once.
Hardison pushed himself off the door frame with an easy motion. "I know it's a long process. I know it's something you have to do by yourself. I also know there's a lot of waiting time in between where you don't have to be so alone."
"Is this one of those times?" Parker thought she was maybe catching on.
long process 2/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-12 05:54 am (UTC)Eliot was not remotely surprised to find himself on his back and completely at the mercy of his bedfellows. Something about the combination of Parker and Hardison together always undid him. He was powerless against them.
Parker was sucking his cock like it was her job and Hardison was doing something unfathomable just out of sight above him, stroking his fingers through Eliot's hair and across his shoulders.
Eliot tried to think, tried to form a word to ask Hardison why he wasn't involving himself further, or to ask Parker where the hell she'd learned to that twisting finger trick that made him crawl out of his skin with pleasure, but he found it was taking all his presence of mind to just keep breathing. He was losing track of the seconds and the minutes and his lungs were burning when he forgot to breath for unknown, unmeasured stretches of time.
He felt all the air torn from his lips, gasping and choking around words that were halfway between a curse and a benediction. Eliot reached out blindly for Parker, his hand landing on her shoulder and staying there. He felt her laugh around him and tap her fingers against his hip reassuringly.
Just when he thought he'd thought he sorted himself out enough to be able to keep breathing without forgetting how again, Hardison started toying with the chain around his neck.
Eliot didn't think they even noticed when he was wearing it, like it was one of the parts that faded into the background. Of course, nothing really faded into the background when it concerned Eliot, and Hardison and Parker had both noticed the shift in his moods since he'd dug the tags out of a box and started wearing them in the last few days.
Hardison's fingers traced the outline of the dog tag hiding under Eliot's shirt, and he seemed about to say something, but changed his mind at the last moment. Eliot squeezed Parker's shoulder a little harder, getting closer and closer, and when he tried to twist away from Hardison's curious fingers, he ended up pressing his face into Hardison's thigh. Eliot kissed warm skin and found he was filled with gratitude for the quiet kind of acceptance Hardison offered.
Eliot closed his eyes as he came, letting Parker do that twisting thing with her hand again and not caring what he might get messy in the process. He let himself drift in and out for few moments, feeling his breathing slowing and hearing Hardison and Parker moving around him and whispering to each other. It was a close, warm feeling, with the three of them in the bed, and Eliot was content to let them do whatever they wanted, provided they didn't want him to talk about his feelings.
"Are you better now?"
Parker's face was hovering two inches from his face when he opened his eyes. To his credit, he didn't flinch or karate chop her in the throat; he was used to this sort of personal space intrusion from her by now. Hardison was sprawled out along his other side, one hand ghosting softly up his leg with his lips pressed to Eliot's skin.
"It's a long process," Eliot muttered, kissing her softly. He felt Hardison grin against his arm. "But having you both around helps."
Re: long process 2/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-12 05:55 am (UTC)Re: long process 2/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-12 06:23 am (UTC)*grabs you*
Can I keep you?
So gorgeous. I love how Parker and Hardison respond to care for Eliot in different ways, the tactile and the intelligent, quiet undestanding. This was beautifully characterised, beautifully done. Thank you so much. <3
Re: long process 2/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-13 01:56 am (UTC)I am glad you liked it!
Re: long process 2/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-13 08:02 am (UTC)I'm such a sucker for OT3s (and 4s) and these three were wonderful. <3
Re: long process 2/2 -- leverage (hardison/eliot/parker)
Date: 2011-01-14 03:57 am (UTC)