Meme += Five Acts: Round Five

[blue_bells]

I've been intermittently packing house for a week and the day job had consumed my brain.

The writing mojo must return. Surely, a porn-a-thon is the key? (No, my current project is gen, but words are words....)

There are a bunch of people I want to write for in order to say 'thank you' for the last round, so I hope you're all in this time!



Round five is open!

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

= my Fandoms =
Supernatural: Michael/Adam, Sam/Dean/Adam, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, Lucifer/Sam/Gabriel, Castiel/Gabriel, any permutation of Lucifer/Michael/Raphael/Gabriel, Raphael/Balthazar, Raphael/Uriel/Gabriel
X-Men First Class: Any permutation of Emma/Raven/Angel and Hank/Alex/Sean, Azazel/Riptide, Erik/Charles
Suits: Harvey/Mike, any permutation of Donna/Jessica/Rachel
Battlestar Galactica: Kara/Sam/Leoben, Six/Gaius
The Covenant: Any permutation of Caleb/Reid/Tyler/Pogue
Avenger Movie!verse: Thor/Loki, Loki/Tony Starke (Iron Man)


= my Acts =
Adrenaline and crises: So, you just saved the world from a zombie apocalypse? We think you're looking pretty heroic in silhouette against that sunrise with the machine gun on your hip. My machete got a great workout, too. We should celebrate; sexily. (pre-, mid-, or post-crisis sex; speed-freaks or adrenaline junkies; near-death experiences; the shadow of impending death--hours, minutes, or moments; see also Situational engineering)

Alternate Universes: Mafia, prison, college, military, the same rules but with role reversal: you name it, I'll love it. (alternate characterizations and situations; sex between alternates of one character or between different characters; alternates as catalysts for realization of desire; role reversal; darker mirror universe characters; mistaken identity)

Sensory deprivation, overload or enhancement: As humans we only have five senses. How do we compensate when we can't see? Or hear? Or maybe when we feel too much? And if you're being pulled aside by someone not altogether human themselves, are those five senses going to cope? I love it when the senses are challenged in startling ways and the battle for coherency goes quickly downhill.

Marathon: Because it's been something of a running joke in my circle, lately (yo ho, these puns). Make it exhaustive. Make it punishing.

Fingers: Pressed to mouths, tangled in hair, bruised into skin, sunk in deep: fingers, and the specific effect they have on the one being touched, are awesome.


Fills for Others:
For emerald_embers: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, R (hairplay, sex injuries, hand fetishism, semi-technophilia)
For ienablu: Supernatural, John!Michael/Mary, PG-13 (aggression, shoved against walls, hurt)
For ladyknightanka: Supernatural; Lucifer/Sam, Michael/Adam; PG-13 (Human!AU, barely H/C)
For nights_fang: Supernatural, Lucifer/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU, clothing fetish, breathplay, frottage)
For thedreamisreal: Supernatural, Sam/Adam/Dean, NC-17 (D/s, tattoos, possession & jealousy, oral fixation)
For synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU cont., power issues, begging, biting)

Gifts from Others:
From ienablu: Suits/SPN, Harvey/Mike, PG (Hunter!AU)
From super_seme04: Supernatural, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, R: 'Made For' (marathon)
From nights_fang: Supernatural, Adam/Michael, NC-17: 'Feel' (bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers)
From ladyknightanka: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, PG: 'Do No Evil' (sensory deprivation)
From synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Won't You Touch Me, Touch Me' (fingers)
From setos_puppy: Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel, R: 'Dream Brother; My Killer; My Lover' (post-crises, alternate ending, sensory overload, marathon, fingers)
From zekkass: Supernatural, Michael/Raphael, R (Mafia!AU, post-crisis moment, handporn)
From chaos_dreaming: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Cuckholds and Concubines' (Business!AU)

Comments

Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [1/...]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

[This started small, honest. It also started as something completely different and better and managed to turn into this.]


"I can assure you, Mr. Hespe-"

Elegant fingers curl around the dark, expensive fabric of the businessman's shoulder in such a casual way that one could only feel more at ease with the movement. Unless of course, one was aware it was a movement that sharp blue eyes follow

"No no, call me Dave."

The fingers slip down, splaying across Dave's shoulders as Adam smiles and manoeuvres him out of the boardroom and into the office right next door that is still in Michael's line of sight.

It's the megawatt smile paired with one too many casual brushes of the hands while pens are passed back and forth that seals the fate of Michael's favourite pen; death by excessive pressure. At least it doesn't land itself in the eyes of his potential new client, surely Adam appreciates that after all the work that he has put into charming Mr. Hesperus -sorry, Dave- into signing a deal with Seraphim over the last two hours. Perhaps the longest two hours of Michaels relatively short life, but there was only so much that he could take watching Adam work his magic and be forced to smile and watch as his (his, damnit) whatever Adam was get groped in front of him.

Alright, so Adam might argue about the groping bit, but Michael knows that Dave did not, at all, need to sit so close to Adam while they were going over the contract. Nor did he have to let his fingers brush across Adam's when the blond handed over a coffee. Or breathe the same air as Adam, now that Michael thought about it.

"Mr. Milton?"

The businessman startled at the sound of his name, quickly hiding his bent and broken pen beneath the desk but apparently not quickly enough if the raised eyebrow and quirk of a grin on Adam's face is any indication. Gods above, Michael hated that grin. Almost as much as he hated how Adam sees the need to put his hand on Dave's shoulder, arm nearly wrapped around the beaming brunet in a display clearly meant to provoke something more out of Michael.

It works.

"What." He tries not to wince at the sharpness of his tone. Adam's smile only grows wider.

"Oh, I just thought you might like to shake hands with our newest partner, Dave." The blond knows exactly what he has been doing to Michael this past hour, exactly. Michael nearly growled, shooting Adam a loaded look (which only elicited more amusement from him) before he stood, one hand hiding a mangled pen with ink stained fingertips behind his back while the other grasped Dave's in a firm (perhaps too firm) handshake.

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [1/...]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

"I am pleased that we were able to work something out, Mr. Hesperus." Michael gives a curt nod, none of the friendliness that Adam possessed to be found in his smile. He smiled sharp and dangerous and feels far too satisfied when Dave has to fight the instinct to take a step back. Adam just smirks and Michael resolves to leave marks.

"O-oh, um, me too. Your-- that is, Adam is very good at his job…" Dave turns to Adam, almost as if to put the blond between himself and Michael.

"Yes, yes he is. Now Adam, why don't you show Mr. Hesperus here the way out?"

Adam laughs, keeping his arm around Dave's shoulder as he turns him around and steers him towards the door with a languid salute. "Of course, Mr. Milton, I would love to. Anything else."

Blue eyes dart from the fingers at rest on Dave's suit jacket to the smug grin being sent his way and the foolishly hopeful look in Dave's eye before meeting Adam's gaze again. "Don't be too long, we have another meeting soon."

"Of course, Mr. Milton. Wouldn't want to be late for a meeting, now would I?" The brat is nearly purring as he walks Dave out of the office and Michael wonders how sound proof the walls are in his office upstairs.

He hopes that Raphael and Gabriel are still out on a business lunch.

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Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [3/...]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

Adam barely has time to lock the door before Michael is pressed against him, sharp lines and muted jealous fury lining his movements, making them quick and hard and exactly how Adam likes them. The door handle might be digging into his kidney and his elbow is probably bruised, but when Michael's fingers slide into his hair and pulls, Adam doesn't care. He just gasps and tilts his head back, baring his throat to claiming teeth and shivers when the fingers curl tighter against his scalp.

"Y-you wanted to see me, Michael?"

Adam can't deny the rough edges of his voice, the need that creeps into his words as Michael nips at his jaw and slides at knee between his legs without resistance. It takes self control and a twist of Michael's fingers in his hair to keep Adam from grinding down. He knows what he did to Michael all morning, knows how he teased and flirted and generally just drove Michael insane because, though the usually stoic man refused to admit it, Adam knew that Michael had a possessive streak in him. Until now, Adam really hadn't thought to test it quite like this.

Michael doesn't respond right away, though Adam can feel the slow slide of a smirk across his lips before Michael pointedly makes a mark just below Adam's jaw in a place that no dress shirt would cover. Adam swallows down the whimper but he is sure that Michael feels the noise caught in his throat anyway.

"I did. And why do you think I would want to see you Adam."

That tone, the heavy and dark edge to Michael's voice curls around Adam's spine and sank claws into his bones, dragging him closer to the event horizon and Michael damn well knew it. That voice coupled with Michael's fingers sliding beneath his shirt and dragging blunt nails across his skin pulls an embarrassingly needy noise from the blond, a noise he tries to hide with a breathless laugh and a leg hooked around Michael's knee to pull him closer.

"Perhaps to thank me for acquiring such an amazing new partner for the company?" He tries to give Michael his best innocent look, a look that isn't quite as effective thanks to the flush on his face and the slow rock of his hips against the impeccably cut lines of Michael's suit. He tries anyway.

Michael's next words are almost a warning, "A thank you? Is that what you think?" For the first time since he met Michael, Adam sees him as the rest of the world does; an influential, powerful and dangerous man with little regard for the lines on the ground if they stood in his way. This was Michael Milton, leader of Seraphim and what Michael Milton wanted, Michael Milton got no matter what.

Adam shouldn't have found it as hot as he did.

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [4/...]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

"Well, you've been after Dave fo--" The rest of Adam's sentence is lost when Michael surges forward, stealing the words and Adam's breath with a kiss that can only be described as violent. There is a moment where Adam fights it, pushes his hands against Michael's shoulders and nearly pulls away until the fingers tangled in his hair slide down and curl around the back of his neck with a subtle gentleness that opposes the kiss in every way. The contrast pulls Adam over the edge, beyond the ability to tease and smirk, it turns his bones to ash and has Adam pushing himself off the door and into the mass of want and need and furious blue eyes that seemed so set on destroying him.

There was an edge found ito the kiss, Michael's need to claim bleeds through in every action; the way he bites and tugs at Adam's lower lip, the way the hand on Adam's abdomen drags along the ridges of his ribs while pushing the dress shirt out of the way right down to the possessive curl of his thumb along Adam's throat as he hauls the blond closer. Adam doesn't fight it, doesn't try to pull away again as he wraps his arms around his superior and his stupidly expensive suit and lets himself be moved. He doesn't notice where Michael is moving them to until he feels the edge of the desk press into the back of his thighs and Michael untangles himself enough to push Adam on top of it with strength that a man who spends most of his day sitting behind a desk should not possess.

"I only want to hear my name from this point onwards, understand?" The command is whispered against Adam's lips as Michael's fingers dig into the blond's hip, leaving burning points of contact that will be purple and black tomorrow but right now they fuel the fire in Adam's gut that he swears will ruin him. Biting back a keening noise, he nods and arches up against Michael, pushes into the fingers and claiming mouth that slides along his jaw in a plea -demand- for more.

In the back of his mind, somewhere beneath the pleasure swamping his rational thoughts, Adam wonders if he should be worried or impressed at the speed which Michael manages to remove his clothing, hands making quick work of his pants but leaves his shirt on but open. Adam is left naked but for the shirt and tie hanging loosely around his neck and fumbles as he tries to slide the suit jacket from Michael's shoulders. He fails and Michael pulls away only long enough to remove it - and fold it- before coming back to Adam, pressing between his legs and mapping along Adam's thighs and never quite moving high enough. The realization that Michael folds his jacket makes Adam laugh, sharp and just a little bit broken thanks to Michael's calloused (why are they calloused?) fingers trace teasing patterns low on his hips.

"Folded, really necessary, Michael?" The sarcasm that Adam wished was in his voice never quite makes it, though that is perhaps more due to the fact that Michael choses that moment to wrap a hand loosely around him. "I am hnnnn- a-almost insulted."

The more that he tires to speak, the more the hand on his cock teases him. It's infuriating and never enough and he wants more, but when Adam tries to roll his hips up into the perfect friction, Michael pulls away, smirk on his lips. Of course, Adam feels the smirk more than he sees it as it is pressed into the lines of his collarbone before a mark is left there too. Adam will stoutly deny the frustrated whine.

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [5/...]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

"Insulted? I think I should be insulted that you thought it was a good idea to flirt in front of me All. Day." The blond gets no chance to reply before two fingers are pressed against his lips; he doesn't wait for anything more, just opens his mouth and sucks them in, letting his tongue curl around the digits and relishes the shiver that spreads through Michael's body as he leans close. The slide of fabric against skin makes him moan around the fingers and, if the darkening of Michael's eyes is anything to go by, the other quite enjoys that noise. "I like you better like this, when your mouth is occupied."

The fingers come free of Adam's lips with a wet noise that seems far too loud against the quiet roomed filled only with laboured breathing and the echoes of pleased noises. Adam's leg is hauled over Michael's shoulder as he teases around Adam's entrance in a way specifically meant to drive the other mad. He figured it was fair after today. As the Adam starts to squirm, leg clenching and trying to pull Michael closer, he pushes in fast and swift and curls with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what to do to make someone else fall apart.

And Michael, Michael knew exactly how to make Adam fall apart.

Adam gasps, arches back against the desk and keens as Michael stretches him, works him open and adds a second finger that is too much and not enough because all Adam wants is more. "Michael, j-just hurry up"

It's not quite a demand, not quite begging and, obviously, not quite enough for Michael to comply. He just raises an eyebrow and adds another finger and abuses that bundle of nerves until the burn fades entirely and Adam can barely think to breathe through the pleasure. It isn't until he is nearly undone, throat rough from the constant stream of curses and praises and pleas for Michael to just fuck him already, that the other complies. Michael removes his fingers and far too gracefully undoes the belt and buckles on his pants.

Normally, Adam might make a comment about Michael's need to keep his suit clean, or how he wanted to see all of him now, but he can't string the words together, especially when Michael is hovering over him with that took in his eye and he can feel the blunt pressure of Michael finally pushing in. He wants to sob with relief, rolling his hips back in an attempt to get Michael to go faster, deeper, but he'll have none of that. Michael pulls away and grips Adam's hips to keep him still and, in a display of self control Adam nearly envies, sets to fucking Adam almost painfully slowly while Adam tries to pull himself together just a little bit.

He fails spectacularly, especially when Michael finds that angle that makes his vision blur and his whole body clench. Each deliberate thrust pulls another ragged noise from Adam, noises that usually Michael would swallow down with a kiss, but this time he lets Adam's voice fill the room without a single care as to whether or not his brothers were back from lunch. This time, Michael wanted to hear it, wanted to hear Adam chant his name like some kind of profane prayer as he shook apart, and Michael go what he wanted.

"Hnnn, like that, Adam?" He chuckles, deep and low as the blond writhes beneath him, arching and straining against the hands that hold him down. "Remember this next time you feel the need to pull a stunt like that again. Remember you're mine."

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

That's what this was about, Michael showing Adam how completely and irrevocably he owned him. How there was no one else on the planet that could strip him down and tear him apart piece by blissfully piece quite the same way Michael could, how if anyone looked, the would find his name etched into Adam's bones. It increases the pleasure, sends white hot streaks of lightning down Adam's spine as he arches violently and comes all over his stomach and expensive silk tie. Then, and only then, with his nerve endings abused, heart racing and the whorl a million miles away, does Michael finally fuck him in earnest. Each snap of his hips, now even more rough against the sensitive skin because of the fabric, broke Adam a little more, carved Michael's name a little bit deeper and kept Adam from sanity that little bit longer.

Michael doesn't care that his hand prints will be bruised into Adam's hips, or that if his brothers are back that they will most assuredly have heard them now, all he cares about is the heat all around him and the point he was making.

"M-Michael!"

The second orgasm that Michael manages to wring from Adam hurts, burns and shoots through him quickly and surprisingly with Michael following not far behind.

They lay there a moment, sweaty, sore bodies tangled together onto of an heirloom desk, before Michael reluctantly pulls away. Adam stays on he desk, sprawled across the surface like some kind of erotic art and Michael indulges himself a little when he leans down and licks away the release on Adam's stomach and makes the boy almost convulse. He smirks as he buttons up his pants and retrieves the suit from its nicely folds position and throws it over his shoulders. He can feel Adam watching him from half-lidded eyes, but he doesn't look over until he, once again, looks impeccable despite his ruined hair.

Michael smiles as he leans down, brushing his lips softly against Adam's as he runs fingers through his damp hair.

"Take the rest of the day off, because we're not finished here."

And with that he takes his leave, letting Adam groan in equal parts frustration and anticipation and wonder just how much more of this he could take today and how much worse it will get when he has to pitch the company to the next client in front of Michael.

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

I am too incoherent to even keysmash. You broke me.

I fucking love you.

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

I am not even sorry. Think of it as revenge or something.
♥

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

If this is what I get as revenge, I am making you want vengence on me more often.

♥

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/]

Business suits, multiple, jealousy, ON THE DESK, and marathon in progress? I like your style.

You, never leave my side.

*devours this again*

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[chaos-dreaming.livejournal.com]

And, I should note that when Mike gets out of the office, Lucifer is so standing in his doorway smirking like the bastard he is...

/sets up camp in your living room.

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/]

Haha! When you mentioned this, I imagine something like the following exchange:

"Cancel my other meetings. I'm taking the rest of the day off." / "So, should we charge your afternoon to rec leave or... a health check? That kid will be testing your stamina." / "Shut up. You can keep the place from burning for one afternoon, can't you?"

Re: Cuckolds and Concubines, SPN, Michael/Adam, M, Business AU [6/6]]

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

This is soooooo good. My gods, perfect. I'm not even coherent. WHY DIDN'T I KNOW ABOUT IT BEFORE? But it's okay, because it's an uplift now. Yum. ♥