Advent Drabbles
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iliaRemember the Advent Calendar I never did? Well, better late than never! Here are the first half that I managed to do today. Enjoy!
1. SGA. McKay/Sheppard. Peppermint.
Rodney reared back out of Sheppard's embrace. "Why the hell do you smell like menthol?"
It was only then that he noticed the glassy eyes and flushed skin.
"'m sick," Sheppard said miserably.
Rodney pitted his disgust of germs versus his affection for the sick idiot that whined about colds when he stoically took bullets for a living.
Such a push-over, he thought grumpily as he reeled Sheppard back in for a manly cuddle.
2. Supernatural/Narnia. The boys.
If Dean had known that going in to drag his brother out of a closet (and Dean would gleefully be teasing the ever-loving shit out of Sam until forever for that one) would lead to this he might not have bothered. (Who the hell was he kidding? The gay jokes made up for everything. Maybe even for starting the apocalypse.)
"Did she actually offer you candy to turn darkside?"
Sam just glared at the cheerily burning, salt-ridden witch corpse. He was reconsidering his decision to kill the witch instead of taking her up on her offer. He tossed a glare Castiel's way for good measure. Bastard had finally learned to be elsewhere when Dean got like this and was currently chatting with a nice beaver couple.
"Maybe Lucifer should've tried that," Dean mused.
Sam tossed more salt. Restrained the urge to shoot the corpse again and pretend it was Dean's face.
"So, ready to get out of this wonderland and come out of the closet?" Dean smirked.
"Just because you and Cas are freely cavorting in GayLand doesn't mean I'm repressing anything, Dean," Sam shot back viciously.
Dean made a face. "Dude! So not like that. We do not have sex. Ever."
Sam was getting the last word if it fucking killed him. "Right. He stayed on Earth after the apocalypse for you! He even said it!"
"We're best friends! He'd go crazy with only those angeldouches to talk to!"
"You're so epically gay your love transcends sex, gender, and species! You might as well be married!"
Dean splutters.
Sam stalks off to join the beaver conversation.
3. Hellsing/Card Captor Sakura
She looked so innocent and the scent of her blood wafted enticingly telling any that bothered to take a whiff how very sweet she would taste.
As he watched the weak excuse for a nosferatu approach her he wondered idly whether he could be a moment too late, yet early enough to taste the droplets from her cooling corpse.
But that was the blood thirst that pulled at him and the momentary thrill of pulling the pathetic parasite apart with his hands would fulfill the hunger for violence that clawed more insistently.
A human would have missed it.
It lunged at her and was swiftly impaled by a swift beam of light that ignited and scarcely a second later there was nothing, not even dust.
The darkness within Alucard shifted uneasily. He looked up. A being of white--a Christian angel--looked at him dispassionately, murmured a few words meant for his ears alone.
"Touch my Mistress and die, abomination."
Interesting.
4. Dark angel, Logan/Alec.
Logan's protests are muffled by Alec's mouth, and he pulls at the soft but unyielding restraints ineffectually as he tries to touch--to caress and squeeze--only to fail. He's aware once again how very vulnerable he is, how the dead weight of his legs is a perpetual restraint.
Alec pulls back with an obscene pop. "Shh," he murmurs, his breath a hot susurration against his sensitized ear. "I'm unwrapping my present."
Logan groans lowly as Alec's left hand rubs at his tender nipple--the product of long minutes spent licking and biting them--while his right goes to scratch across his scalp, and his mouth God! His mouth! sucks wetly on his earlobe.
Logan had expected that telling Alec about what Logan couldn't do in bed would make him back off. It hadn't even occurred to him that'd he'd go out and research.
Logan couldn't suppress the harsh, very loud cry as Alec turned his attention to the right. To the restrained arm that offered up the sensitive skin of his bicep that he licked tenderly before he started to suck violently.
"Alec!" Logan shouted as he bit down.
Alec's head came up. The lust-darkened eyes and swollen, red mouth made Logan swallow hard. He looked so pleased. So possessive. Logan shivered at the thrill of arousal that skittered up his spine, exploded in his belly.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
1. SGA. McKay/Sheppard. Peppermint.
Rodney reared back out of Sheppard's embrace. "Why the hell do you smell like menthol?"
It was only then that he noticed the glassy eyes and flushed skin.
"'m sick," Sheppard said miserably.
Rodney pitted his disgust of germs versus his affection for the sick idiot that whined about colds when he stoically took bullets for a living.
Such a push-over, he thought grumpily as he reeled Sheppard back in for a manly cuddle.
2. Supernatural/Narnia. The boys.
If Dean had known that going in to drag his brother out of a closet (and Dean would gleefully be teasing the ever-loving shit out of Sam until forever for that one) would lead to this he might not have bothered. (Who the hell was he kidding? The gay jokes made up for everything. Maybe even for starting the apocalypse.)
"Did she actually offer you candy to turn darkside?"
Sam just glared at the cheerily burning, salt-ridden witch corpse. He was reconsidering his decision to kill the witch instead of taking her up on her offer. He tossed a glare Castiel's way for good measure. Bastard had finally learned to be elsewhere when Dean got like this and was currently chatting with a nice beaver couple.
"Maybe Lucifer should've tried that," Dean mused.
Sam tossed more salt. Restrained the urge to shoot the corpse again and pretend it was Dean's face.
"So, ready to get out of this wonderland and come out of the closet?" Dean smirked.
"Just because you and Cas are freely cavorting in GayLand doesn't mean I'm repressing anything, Dean," Sam shot back viciously.
Dean made a face. "Dude! So not like that. We do not have sex. Ever."
Sam was getting the last word if it fucking killed him. "Right. He stayed on Earth after the apocalypse for you! He even said it!"
"We're best friends! He'd go crazy with only those angeldouches to talk to!"
"You're so epically gay your love transcends sex, gender, and species! You might as well be married!"
Dean splutters.
Sam stalks off to join the beaver conversation.
3. Hellsing/Card Captor Sakura
She looked so innocent and the scent of her blood wafted enticingly telling any that bothered to take a whiff how very sweet she would taste.
As he watched the weak excuse for a nosferatu approach her he wondered idly whether he could be a moment too late, yet early enough to taste the droplets from her cooling corpse.
But that was the blood thirst that pulled at him and the momentary thrill of pulling the pathetic parasite apart with his hands would fulfill the hunger for violence that clawed more insistently.
A human would have missed it.
It lunged at her and was swiftly impaled by a swift beam of light that ignited and scarcely a second later there was nothing, not even dust.
The darkness within Alucard shifted uneasily. He looked up. A being of white--a Christian angel--looked at him dispassionately, murmured a few words meant for his ears alone.
"Touch my Mistress and die, abomination."
Interesting.
4. Dark angel, Logan/Alec.
Logan's protests are muffled by Alec's mouth, and he pulls at the soft but unyielding restraints ineffectually as he tries to touch--to caress and squeeze--only to fail. He's aware once again how very vulnerable he is, how the dead weight of his legs is a perpetual restraint.
Alec pulls back with an obscene pop. "Shh," he murmurs, his breath a hot susurration against his sensitized ear. "I'm unwrapping my present."
Logan groans lowly as Alec's left hand rubs at his tender nipple--the product of long minutes spent licking and biting them--while his right goes to scratch across his scalp, and his mouth God! His mouth! sucks wetly on his earlobe.
Logan had expected that telling Alec about what Logan couldn't do in bed would make him back off. It hadn't even occurred to him that'd he'd go out and research.
Logan couldn't suppress the harsh, very loud cry as Alec turned his attention to the right. To the restrained arm that offered up the sensitive skin of his bicep that he licked tenderly before he started to suck violently.
"Alec!" Logan shouted as he bit down.
Alec's head came up. The lust-darkened eyes and swollen, red mouth made Logan swallow hard. He looked so pleased. So possessive. Logan shivered at the thrill of arousal that skittered up his spine, exploded in his belly.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
