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fredbassettFandoms: Primeval/SGA/Numbers/Criminal Minds /Heroes/The Unit/Angel
Authors: (in order of appearance) onigaminanashi, rodlox, emmademarais
Pairings : Ryan/Lorne, Helen/Colby, Stephen/Don, Connor/Peter, Ryan/Morgan, Ryan/Mack, Connor/Lorne, Jenny/Dean, Stephen/Angel
Rating: 18/NC17
Spoilers : Only to your morals
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, but if we did, the shows wouldn’t air before the watershed.
Complier’s Note : This is the last of the Comment!Porns from two weeks ago, guys! You can now see why we had to send search parties into the threads to find lost readers!!!
Pairing: Ryan/Lorne (Primeval/SGA)
(onigaminanashi)
Lorne snapped to full consciousness, keeping his body perfectly still as he catalogued the threats- whatever it was that woke him up. His hand crept toward his side table where his gun lay in the drawer. No sound came from the dark room and yet a hand gripped his wrist hard, while another trailed a finger over his cheekbone.
“Nuh uh. None of that now.” The finger slipped down and wormed into Lorne’s mouth. The major sucked on the digits, higher functions slowly getting with the program. “I have to say I’m disappointed. Gun in the nightstand drawer?”
“It’s convenient.” Lorne mumbled around the fingers as they slowly retreated.
“Yes, well, for my comfort, please don’t keep it in the same drawer as the condoms and lube or one night I’m gonna shoot you in the ass.”
“Well, most nights you won’t see me complaining, ‘s long as it’s with the right kind of gun.”
Ryan snorted, carefully switching gun for lube and pushing Lorne to his back.
Pairing: Helen/Colby (Primeval/Numb3rs)
(rodlox)
On reflection, Colby Granger knew that he'd told Don the truth - he hadn't been in any relationships while he'd been undercover.
That wasn't to say he hadn't been involved with anyone, or doing the hot-n-heavy with anyone during the last two years.
There was Helen, after all. They'd get together ev'ry now and then, grappling each other like there was no tomorrow, tumbling together across the bedsheets (get under the covers? pft). Never with a promise of a future, or even any obligation to one another.
And she looks different each time she comes by. Not a matter of more lipstick or eyeliner or rougue. More like she'd weary, or there's a scar she didn't have last time, or something else. But she seemed to draw up enough energy for him.
Like he was the one bright spot left in her life.
Try as he might, Colby can't remember how his involvement with Helen started...but every time a visit ends, she asks him "invite me to your wedding," with the air of someone who's always a visitor, always on the outside looking in.
"First I need to find someone," is what he usually replies with.
"I'll see what I can do."
Though with Megan playing matchmaker lately, Colby Granger is starting to wonder if they're tag-teaming against him.
Stephen/Don (Primeval/Numbers)
(emmademarais)
"I'm an ace shot," Stephen bragged, trying to catch the tall dark and covered in tac gear agent from the
Don looked Stephen up and down, a bemused smile on his lips. "I work with the third best shot in the country back home. You think can compare to a former special forces sniper?"
Stephen swallowed. "No, but how much experience does he have shooting dinosaurs?"
"Give the lad a bloody gun," Ryan intervened. "He's coming with us."
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Stephen was half undressed, still pulling his sleeves off when the tap came at his hotel room door.
He tossed his shirt aside and opened it, expecting Nick wanting to talk about anomaly fault lines again.
Don Eppes stood on the threshold.
"Did you get started without me?" he taunted, brushing past him with a lecherous gaze.
"Got bored waiting," Stephen tossed back.
Don took a look around the room before walking back to where Stephen waited by the door.
Abruptly he shoved Stephen back against the door and crushed their mouths together, rubbing the heel of his hand over the achingly hard bulge in Stephen's jeans, eliciting a little helpless moan out of the younger man.
Don pulled back, his eyes focused on Stephen's with laser precision as he reached over and locked the door.
"Don't want to be interrupted, now do we..."
Pairing: Connor/Peter (Primeval/Heroes)
(emmademarais)
"You're indestructible? Like if I poke you with a letter opener it would bend like one of those Uri Geller spoon tricks, right?"
Peter gave Connor a patient look. "No, you could stab me with it. I'd just heal."
"So it doesn't hurt then? I could just..." He picked up the letter opener from Nick's desk, but Peter grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"It would hurt like hell. So don't."
Connor swallowed hard, embarrassed at how Peter's power and proximity was turning him on. "Right then. No stabbing."
-o-
The sounds that came out of the factory made them all shudder - wails, shrieks, thuds and thankfully none of them sounded human.
It was almost an hour before Peter emerged victorious - covered in his own blood.
"They're all dead," he intoned, tossing the spent gun at Nick's feet. "It's safe now."
Connor moved in and marveled as the cuts on Peter's face healed before his very eyes.
"It's like magic," he marveled. "You're a bloody superhero! Just like in the comics!"
"Something like that," Peter said, gracing him with a tired smile. "So can a superhero get a place to crash around here?"
Connor looked pleased. "Well, Abby's gone round to the hospital to look after Stephen so the flat's empty. Just me and Rex, that is.'
"Rex?" Peter raised an eyebrow.
"Oh he's not a bother," Connor explained, leading him away. "You just can't open the windows with him about..."
-o-
Connor ran his fingers over Peter's chest as he lay back lazily against the sheets.
"There's not a mark on you! It's unbelievable..."
"You know what's hard to believe?" Peter teased, flipping them over so Connor was pinned to the mattress. "That I haven't made a mark on you yet."
He rubbed his lithe frame against Connor, feeling them both grow hard between their bellies, as he bit down on Connor's shoulder.
"There, explain that to Rex..."
Connor put his head back and laughed between gasps of pleasure.
"Trust me, it's Abby who's not going to believe it..."
Pairing : Ryan/Morgan (Primeval/Criminal Minds)
(emmademarais)
Morgan emerged fresh from the showers, one towel slung low around his waist and the other in his hands, drying off his smooth almost hairless head.
"So you guys shoot dinosaurs for fun around here," he said conversationally as Ryan opened his locker. "What do you do afterwards to unwind?"
He tossed the towel aside as he approached where Ryan sat watching him, eyes traveling openly over chocolate dark chiseled physique.
"Some of the men rush home to shag their wives and girlfriends."
"That explains why this place cleared out so fast. What about you?"
Ryan reached over and tugged the towel from Morgan's body, licking his lips.
"I have plans."
Pairing: Ryan/Mack (Primeval/The Unit)
(emmademarias)
"So this is your regular gig? Hunting freaking dinosaurs?"
Mack had his assault rifle at the ready, but chanced a quick glance over at Ryan who shrugged.
"Beats away missions. At least I get to come home - eventually. When I get the bloody slime washed off of me."
"There's slime?" Mack wrinkled his nose.
"Great gobs of it," Ryan told him. They worked their way through the forest, but there was no sign of the creature or the American diplomats it made off with. "And it always smells..." He shuddered in spite of himself.
"We found it!"
Nick's voice was excited over the radio and both men bolted.
The hunt was on.
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"So, I've got a few hours before our transport leaves. What do you suggest?"
Mack leaned against the lockers, eying Ryan like he was the next target on his mission.
"I've got a bottle of some of the best single malt you'll find outside of
Mack huffed, a crooked grin on his face.
"Yeah, I could use a drink."
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Liquor laced their mouths as their tongues battled for dominance.
The dimmed lights in the apartment barely illuminated their hands pumping each other's cocks.
"Bloody hell," Ryan muttered as he came all over Mack's hand.
After a second to recover he upped his efforts, jacking Mack off in a matter of seconds.
"Fuck..." he drawled. "You're too good at that."
"I go on a lot of missions." Ryan chuckled.
"So do I, but damn... I might have to put in for dinosaur duty."
He pulled Ryan's head back and attacked his mouth with a searing kiss.
"You looking for more?" Ryan asked, smirking.
"I have another two hours before I leave the country," Mack said, glancing at the clock. "I think I found me a nice way to pass the time."
The hunt was over.
Pairing: Connor/Lorne (Primeval/SGA)
(onigaminanshi)
No one was ever really sure how the two agencies met.
Connor stumbled a little, well on his way to getting smashed out of his gourd. A mass of writhing bodies around him must have meant he was on the dance floor.
“Bugger.”
He turned to leave and smacked nose first into a large, immoveable object.
“Ow…”
“Oh, shit. Sorry about that. Are you alright?”
“Um.”
“Maj- Evan Lorne. Let’s get some ice… Looks like you’re going to have a black eye.”
Pairing: Helen/Charlie (Primeval/Numbers)
(rodlox)
He watches her dispatching the dying beast - moertherium, he thinks, an ancestor of the elephant - unafraid to get her hands bloody, her cuffs unbuttoned so her sleeves roll up further. She'd offered him the opportunity to finish it off and start taking it apart, and snorted when he'd refused. He wonders about her, about what it takes to make a professor like her just - well, just give up on the world - step through an Anomaly without looking back.
She considers him as she's tossing aside the bits that even she can't eat. He'd been willing to follow her through, to see what it was like on the other side of something he couldn't mathematically describe. Yet. No doubt he will eventually. Figuring he won't want the brain, tasty as it is, she carves some leg meat off for him, then stuffs some ribs in a bag she always keeps in her backpack.
Referring to his aim and throw that'd brought down the Creature, "You're surprisingly good at this," Helen complimented him.
Charlie shrugged. "It's all math." Calculations, angles, velocities and trajectories.
Pairing: Jenny/Dean
(emmademarais)
"An anomaly."
"Yes."
"On a fault line."
"Yes, that's crossed the ocean and ended up here."
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"You're shitting me," Dean said, giving the woman in the pristine suit another once over.
Jenny let out an exasperated yet polite sigh.
"Nick, that's the scientist you met just now, seems to feel that since you've already killed two of these creatures you're to be drafted into service hunting the rest of them."
"Does it pay?"
Sam smacked his brother. "We'd be happy to help. We don't want anyone else getting hurt."
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"Mr. Winchester!"
Dean finished splashing water on his face in the gas station men's room and opened the door to find Jenny fidgeting outside.
"It's Dean. Not Mr. Winchester."
"Right then, Dean. We're about to leave, now that the anomaly's closed up again, so I thought I'd bring you this." Jenny pulled out an envelope. "This is not a job, mind you, but I'm allowed certain funds... A stipend if you will..."
She was cut off when Dean looked both ways then pulled her into the bathroom with him then shut and locked the door behind her.
He shoved her up against the wall and kissed her hard.
Startled at first, she froze up for a few seconds then succumbed to Dean's raw animal sexuality, wrapping a leg around him as he pressed against her.
"Oh, hell yeah," Dean muttered as he ravished her neck. "Always the uptight ones in suits who have a tiger under the hood."
He roughly shoved her skirt up and thrust his thigh between her legs. She wantonly ground against him as his hands skimmed over her curves, leaving her breathless.
"No one hears about this," she admonished, even as Dean lowered her panties down.
"Never kiss and tell," Dean said with a smirk, undoing his pants and slipping on a condom.
He lifted her up, hands beneath her ass, and slid into her heat. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, she let her head fall back as he pumped into her.
"God!" she gasped as he bit down on her shoulder. The angle, the delicious friction, the feel of Dean's mouth on her skin all made her heady, rose her tension until she felt might explode.
"Oh baby, you're so fucking hot," Dean muttered in her ear. "I just want to bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you until you scream my god damn name..."
The dirty talk was too much and Jenny clutched him, painted nails digging into his back as she cried out, spasming around him just before he joined her, cursing in her ear.
-
"Everything all right there, Jenny?" Nick asked, giving her an odd look.
Jenny ran her hands down her suit to smooth it. She glanced over to where Dean was showing the envelope to his brother.
"Better than," she said with a smile, a spring in her step. "Shall we be going?"
Pairing: Stephen/Angel (Primeval/Angel)
(emmademarais)
"You're not getting it," Angel said angrily. "This thing's not from the past. It's from Hell."
"How could you know that?" Lester scoffed dismissively. "It's not like you've been there."
Ryan went for his gun as the vampire grabbed Lester by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
"Tell me where the creature is so I can kill it," Angel said slowly.
Lester waved his hand ineffectually in Stephen's direction.
"I can track it with you. I know its whereabouts." He slung his tranquilizer gun across his back. "We should get going," he said as Angel lowered Lester down, almost tossing him aside in his rush to follow Stephen. "I'd imagine you want this done before daylight comes."
-
Stephen paled as the last of his tranquilizer darts failed to have any effect on the beast.
It did get the creature angry and when it turned on him he froze, knowing there was no way he could outrun it in the middle of the forest.
He held up his rifle, figuring he could use it as a club at least.
It reared up in front of him and he braced himself, trying not to flinch.
Where Angel came from he had no idea. Last he'd seen the creature had tossed him into a tree so hard the tree split, collapsing on top of him.
He leaped up with superhuman ability and grabbed the beast about the head.
Stephen heard a sick crack as the beast's neck snapped in those powerful hands.
-
"Up ahead! I see a cave!"
They both ran as fast as they could, regardless of the fact that the dawn cusping on the horizon was only a threat to Angel.
Angel crawled into the dark recesses at the back of the tiny cave just as the sun split the horizon and lit up the early morning sky.
Stephen paused at the entrance surveying the area.
"This won't work."
"It's got to work. I can't go back out there."
"This is an east facing cave. When the sun rises a bit more it'll shine right inside and there won't be any place to avoid it." He looked around, worried. "I need to cover the entrance, block the sun."
He started gathering rocks to build a wall across the entrance as Angel watched, unable to assist him.
-
It took the better part of an hour to block the entrance and Stephen did it from the inside, bringing in an armload of plants to stuff in any cracks he'd missed.
Once he was done he flopped down on the cave floor beside Angel.
"That bloody well better hold," he complained.
"You went to a lot of effort," Angel said appreciatively. "Most people would have just let me die knowing what I am."
"You save my life, I save yours."
"Somehow I doubt that's the reason."
"Well, I figure there's not many of us trying to save the country from these creatures. We need all the help we can get."
Angel chuckled. "No way you'd have caught me helping out when I was human."
"You were from here," Stephen figured out. "What was your human name?" he asked, moving in closer.
Angel paused.
"Liam."
Stephen nodded.
"Well, we've got some time to kill and I don't exactly have a deck of cards on me."
-
As it turns out Ryan's admonishment to carry gun oil for his rifle ended up being good advice.
Stephen gasped, shuddering in wild ecstasy as Angel kept pounding his cock perfectly into just the right spot - effortlessly keeping him just this side of bliss so it seemed to last forever. Angel's hand stroking his cock, slick and twisting, in sync with each powerful thrust was driving him insane. He couldn't think. He could only feel and feel so much...
When he came he screamed so loud he feared the stone wall would collapse from the force and there would be nothing left of his lover but ash.
He achieved the apex of satisfaction, the best orgasm from the best sex ever, then promptly blacked out.
-
Stephen opened his eyes, blinking them a few times before he gathered his senses.
"Holy..."
"Not really," Angel joshed.
"Very funny," Stephen grumbled, sore from laying on the ground. "Bloody hell, what did you do to me?"
"Let's just say a few hundred years of experience has made me pretty good at that."
"You might not be a real angel," Stephen smirked, running a hand up Angel's chest. "But I'm pretty sure you just proved there's a god..."
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Date: 2008-02-09 11:16 pm (UTC)We're all mad, but it's great. Just wish I could have actually read some of these on the original comment!porn post.
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Date: 2008-02-10 10:37 pm (UTC)(she's a confirmed lurker, but I'm trying to get her to play in the next comment!porn just to prove she does exist!)
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Date: 2008-02-10 10:41 pm (UTC)/waves to oilybears/
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Date: 2008-02-11 06:56 pm (UTC)As for the appeal? Two hot men shagging! What's not to love? *grins*
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Date: 2008-02-11 07:51 pm (UTC)what can I say? I'm a sucker for fangs... and tall broody types... and caves.
That ficlet had it all and I got caught up in the moment (I was only a wee bit late for the pub!).
much appreciated.
Angelus/Stephen with just a little nibbling - If there were the tiniest amount of writing ability in me, that's where I'd go with it.
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Date: 2008-02-11 08:21 pm (UTC)PS am now almost totally deaf! Had to launch minor nuclear war to see a doctor today. Prescription? My old granny would have been proud ..... menthol steam inhallation and olive oil (only it would probably have been drippin' in me nan's day)! But I still feel like shit!!!
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Date: 2008-02-10 12:47 pm (UTC)Naturally I've complained to Emma that she's been killing off readers, so I hope we safe from more fang!fic .......... *runs and hides* Only joking, hon, I know how you love your blood-suckers!! And I'm thinking of petitioning for Stephen/Spike as the black hair/blond hair is the sort of colour contrast that Emma often enjoys, and oh boy would those two make a good visual place to go to!
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Date: 2008-02-10 01:33 pm (UTC)::mind dives headfirst into gutter::
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Date: 2008-02-10 04:50 pm (UTC)I have a thing for FANGS..... I wonder if there's a FANG anonymous LJ club?
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:34 pm (UTC)Though I'd prefer Henry/Connor...
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:37 pm (UTC)Oh yeah baby yeah... to both....
I think my brain just went into overload...
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:41 pm (UTC)Connor's paler than normal, all the blood loss, and he's long since slipped into delusions - a far better sight than reality.
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Henry, I just see him licking Connor's neck... Ooh...
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Both? You're so deliciously greedy, my dear!
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:44 pm (UTC)I could really see Connor coming across a injured Henry and tries to help him.... and of course Henry the big lug decides his friends don't deserve and take him home to keep him as a pet ::damn my filthy brain::
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:51 pm (UTC)Put Thursday in your diaries ...........
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:57 pm (UTC)/perks up/
Say, did you hear about the Anti-Valentine's Day Challenge over at
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Date: 2008-02-11 09:22 am (UTC)Connor is his own little furry bed and the end of Henrys... and of course he's a bad little puppy and wants to clim on the bed for a snuggle...
OMG Henry giving Connor obedience traing... ::dies and goes to heaven::
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:33 pm (UTC)Henry is rather tasty, so if your next comment porn thread is multi-fandom rather than Primeval oriented... On ne sait jamais. ;-)
And yeah, my colour kink is well documented so blast you for giving me that visual!
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Date: 2008-02-11 09:24 am (UTC)Now there's a pairing.... Josef obedience training Connor and Mick the lug trying to interfere.... Connor can have two daddies instead on one...
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