Meme of death!

[munnin]

Hey F-list.

I’m trapped at home by a fierce heat wave and feeling listless. I need your help to get me writing so I’m calling out for prompts.

I’ve got a board of ideas but need your help. Pick a prompt and a fandom or pairing and I’ll do my best to write it for you. I’m open to everyone – Tribe, Speed, Bats X-fans and anyone else who might find this.

Please guys, help me get my head back in the game.
Munnin

#01 - Motion	#02 - Cool	#03 - Young	#04 - Last	#05 - Wrong Top Gear, for tommyboybbi
#06 - Gentle DCU, Tim/Kon/Bart for kirax2	#07 - One	#08 - Thousand	#09 - King Underworld 3, Lucien/Raze for rekindle956	#10 - Learn
#11 - Blur Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed, for oxymoronic	#12 - Wait	#13 - Change Doctor Who, Doctor & companion for mladshaya_voran	#14 - Command	#15 – Hold DCU, Dick/Roy for byday_bynight
#16 - Need Marvel, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck	#17 - Vision Speed Racer, Speed/X for oxymoronic #17 - Vision Original, Dan's magic 8ball for mladshaya_voran	#18 - Attention Torchwood, Jack/PC Andy for itsjustc	#19 - Soul Speed Racer, Speed/X for princessezzy	#20 – Picture Speed Racer, Speed for roadrunner74
#21 - Fool Sanctuary, Henry/Ashley for tiwtin	#22 - Mad Speed Racer, Speed/X for princessezzy	#23 - Child Speed Racer, Speed for roadrunner74	#24 - Now Doctor Who, Ten/Jack/Master for itsjustc	#25 – Shadow The Tribe, Slade/Jack for itsjustc
#26 - Goodbye DCU, Tim/Bernard, for faile_neume	#27 - Hide DCU, Tim/Kon for kirax2	#28 - Fortune	#29 - Safe Marvel, Frank/Matt for ms_duck	#30 – Ghost DCU, Jason/Tim, for shiny_glor_chan
#31 - Book	#32 - Eye Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, for oxymoronic	#33 - Never	#34 - Sing	#35 – Sudden DCU, Dick/Tim for byday_bynight
#36 - Stop DCU,Tim/Bernard, for faile_neume	#37 - Time	#38 - Wash	#39 - Torn	#40 – History The Tribe, Luke for itsjustc
#41 - Power The Tribe, Ram/Mega for itsjustc #41 - Power Taylor/Speed, Power for oxymoronic	#42 - Bother Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, for bragi_gwydion	#43 - God Original, after Gabriel for mladshaya_voran	#44 - Wall DCU, Bruce/young Dick for byday_bynight	#45 – Naked Sanctuary, Will/Henry  for Tiwtin
#46 - Drive Speed Racer, Speed/??? for roadrunner74	#47 - Harm Speed Racer, Speed/Rex for princessezzy	#48 - Precious DCU, Dick/Tim for byday_bynight	#49 - Hunger Marvel, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck	#50 – Believe Torchwood, Jack/Adam for itsjustc

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[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock (or Jason/Tim if you don't know those two. :D)

Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Not well but I’ll give it a go.

Frank watched the blind man move across the broken pavement, gracefully confident despite the cane and glasses. From his perch on the rooftop he could see the punks moving in, street filth who would rob a blind man for the change in his pocket. He holstered his gun, wanting to make this close and personal. As he started climbing down, he hoping the blind man had the smarts to keep him attackers talking long enough.

Matt tilted his head, reading the echoes of footfalls around him, feeling the solid wood of his cane as he shifted it in readiness. His attackers leapt without preamble, four of them coming at him at once. He grinned, their loud and brash movements made them easy to track. The first fell as he lashed out, his footing sure as the cane stuck the gang-banger’s chin, sending him reeling. It took him only moments to take them all down, their moans making a satisfying fretwork patterns across his vision.

But another sound pulling his up short. Another man, moving softly with the controlled care of a hunter. “So what are you waiting for?” He called, cane held low in an aggressive stance. The man smelt of gun grease and hunger...

But the wrong hunger – it wasn’t blood lust Matt could sense but something deeper...hotter...

“For a blind man you fight well.” Frank muttered, stepping out into the open.

“And for a gunman you’re awfully close.” Matt replied, moving to match the other man’s stance.

Frank shrugged. “They were a pack of asses. I didn’t want to waste bullets on them.”

Matt’s stance shifted minutely into something more defensive. “You’ve not with them?”

“Nope. Thought you might need a hand. Clearly I was wrong.”

Matt’s breathing hitched as Frank stepped closer. There were waves of heat coming off this man, a heat his own body was answering. “I don’t need your help.”

“So I see.” Frank whispered, talking in the hard lines of the younger man’s body as he stepped inside the blind man’s guard. “So? What is it you do want?”

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Jason/Tim, #30 ghost

Jason/Tim, #30 ghost for shiny_glor_chan

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

“Shit babybird. What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Jason wrapped his arm around Tim’s waist, lowering his younger brother into a chair. The youth was shock white, his pupils blow.

“I refuse to point out the irony of that statement coming from you.” Tim huffed, trying to sound calm.

But Jason refused to bite. It was classic Tim defection. “Come on kid. You gotta talk to me here.”

Tim swayed slightly, still spinning. “I thought I saw him Jay. Just for a moment. On top of the Watch tower.”

Jay bit back a sigh. The gargoyle on the left side, Bruce’s favourite place to survey what had once been his city “Maybe it was just Dick fooling around.”

Tim looked up at him, his ice blue eyes stained with unshed tears. “Dick never goes up there, especially not in the suit. You know that.” He closed his hand round Jason’s upper arm, leaning in for support.

Jason ran a hand though Tim’s hair, tousled and sweat-lank from Red Robin’s cowl. “When was the last time you slept more than three hours in a row?” The younger boy shrugged. “Yer pushing yourself too hard.”

“I’m not losing it.” Tim growled, at once defensive about his metal state. “I know what I saw.”

Jay wanted to argue but it wasn’t worth getting Tim wound up again. One of the few things he and Dick agree on was that Tim needed time to settle back into life in Gotham, life without Bruce. “How ‘bout you get some sleep Babybird and we’ll go up and have a look in the morning?”

“I don’t...I don’t sleep much anymore.” Tim mumbled, leaning into Jason’s embrace as the older Robin guided him towards the bed.

“I think I’ve got a few tricks that’ll help with that.” Jay whispered, gratified as Tim shuddered in his arms. “Let me take care of you Babybird. Let me help.”

As Tim’s breathing turned ragged and his fingers clenched in Jay’s hair, Jason silently prayed that Bruce would honour his promise and stay a ghost in their lives.

[glymr.livejournal.com]

Tim/Kon #27 Hide

Tim/Kon #27 Hide for kirax2

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Kon eased out on to the roof, trying to keep his footfalls light as he crossed to where Robin stood. The young vigilante was poised on the roof’s edge, his stance screaming tension.

“What are you doing here Superboy?” Robin growled, not turning his head to acknowledge Kon’s presence.

“Looking for you.” Kon replied in what he hoped was a friendly tone. “It’s not like you to be late for a Titan weekend. Or to piss off and hide on the roof as soon as you arrive.”

“I’m hardly hiding.” Tim’s tone became darker, more threatening as Kon got closer.

“But you are.” Kon said softly. He reached out to touch his friend, unsurprised as the other boy flinched away. “You’re hiding behind Robin again.”

Tim moved away sharply, stopping just outside the range of Kon’s TTK. “You don’t know the real me.”

Kon felt the reproof like a slap across the face. “Maybe not but I want to.” He took another step closer, pausing just in case but Robin didn’t stop him; the masked vigilante stood stock still as Kon eased towards him.

“You don’t want to know me Kon. The real me will get you hurt.”

“I’m willing to risk that.” Kon whispered, close enough now that he could touch Robin if he wanted to but the youth was still braced, ready to fight or flee. He might be a metahuman but Kon was still pretty sure Robin could wipe the floor with him.

Tim took a deep breath, seemingly fighting to hold on to some semblance of control. “Don’t do this Kon.”

“I’m your friend.” Kon urged as he raised his hands to rest on Tim’s shoulders. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

As his back hit the wall and Tim's tongue filled his mouth, hands clawing at his shirt as their bodies collided, Kon wondered if he’d regret that promise.

[tiwtin.livejournal.com]

#45 Will/Henry Sanctuary.
(I'm sooooo predictable!)

#45 Naked Will/Henry Sanctuary for Tiwtin

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Predictable but fun!

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Will asked, not taking his eyes off his lover. Henry was sprawled out over the bed, his body slick with sweat from their exertions.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re reading me Will. Like your freaky little brain is analysing my every reaction.”

Will cocked his head, still not taking his eyes off Henry. “I thought you liked my freaky little brain.”

Henry growled, grabbing Will’s outstretched leg to pull him closer to break his concentration. “I do but...”

“But what?” Will asked, his tone softening as he moved down the bed to lie at Henry’s side. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable?”

“Well done genus.” Henry muttered sarcastically, humming as Will’s fingers carded through his chest hairs. “It makes me feel naked.” He conceded quietly. “Like you can see everything going on in my head.”

Will smiled a little sadly, twisting meet his lover’s eye. “I just what to learn the best ways to make you happy. I’m sorry that it made you uncomfortable.”

Henry tweaked a smile at Will’s heart-wrenching sincerity. “So? Developed any theories Dr Zimmerman?”

“A few.” Will grinned, brushing his thumb over Henry’s nipple ring in a way that never failed to make the werewolf moan.

“Well,” Henry started, pulling Will on top of him, moaning again as his lover straddled his hips. “Maybe you should consider being a good scientist and put them into practice?”

“Gladly.”

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

Tim/Bernard, Goodbye

(Make it angsty?)

Tim/Bernard, Goodbye for faile_neume

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

more violent that angsty. Somewhere during Battle for the Cowl)

Tim tried to ignore his name being called out, ducking in and out of the late night shopping crowd to loss his tail but a hand wrapped around his wrist, jerking him back.

“What the fuck Drake? Why are you ducking me?” Bernard’s expression was dark and hard as he pulled Tim into a shadowed corner of the market, throwing the youth against the wall.

Tim took the tirade, his head down as he let Bernard press him against the bricks.

But the lack of reaction only made Bernard angrier. “Three years Drake. Everything goes to fuck at the school and you vanish. Not a fucking word from you! No idea if you’re even alive! Fuck man I thought we were friends. You could have at least said goodbye!”

“No. I couldn’t.” Tim’s voice barely above a whisper.

His broken tone made Bernard check his rage and he leant back, letting the blocked light fall of Tim’s face. The youth right cheek was mottled with bruising, maybe a few days old and a covered wound on the side of his throat oozed blood. “Shit Drake! What happened?”

“Two much...too fast...couldn’t risk seeing you...” Tim drooped in his arms as if fighting to hold himself up. “You should go...before it’s too late...”

“No dice Drake. I’m not leaving you like this.”

“You must.” Tim checked suddenly, seeing something over the blond’s shoulder and pulling Bernard further into the shadows. “You have to go now. Before he sees you.”

“What are you talking about Drake?” Bernard cradled Tim’s cheek, carefully stroking around the bruises. “Whatever it is you’re gotten yourself into I promise I’ll help get you out. We’ll go to the police together. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Tim chuckled bitterly, bringing Bernard’s hand to his lips. “It’s too late for that now. I’m sorry.” He pushed up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss on Bernard’s lips. “I love you Bernard. And I’m sorry. At least this time I got to say goodbye.”

Tim moved to duck back out into the crowd but Bernard caught his wrist, dragging him back in for another kiss, deeper and harder than the first. Tim’s breathing hitched as Bernard pulled him close, pouring years of missed opportunity and regret into that one moment. As they broke for air, Tim broke for cover, vanishing into the crowd in a heartbeat.

As Bernard fell against the wall, eyes closed and his head spinning, Jason slid the knife from his belt and eased himself into the shadows at the blond’s side. “Hello lover-boy.”

[tiwtin.livejournal.com]

I know this is cheeky, but am I allowed more than one?

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Hit me! The plan is to use up the whole board eventually. You'll have to forgive me if I don't get back to it till tonight though, it's getting too hot here and my poor laptop is boiling over.

[glymr.livejournal.com]

Tim/Kon/Bart : Gentle

Tim/Kon/Bart : Gentle for kirax2

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

having a H/C moment.

“Bart! Slow down. We need to be really gentle about this.” Kon growled, shifting his grip on Tim’s arm, running his hand over Robin’s shoulder.

The dark haired Titan moaned painfully as Bart forced himself to slow, no longer vibrating as he held Tim upright. “Are you sure we should do this? Shouldn’t we wait for Vic?”

“It could take them awhile to reach us under all this rubble. The sooner we get Robin back on his feet, the sooner we can start digging our way out.” He ran his hands over Tim’s shoulder once more, feeling where the joint was dislocated. “Are you ready for this?”

Tim’s reply was another moan, tightening his grip on Bart’s arm.

Kon met Bart’s eye over Tim’s head, nodding slightly. “Let’s do this.”

Bart gasped, shuddering under Robin’s grip as Kon cracked Tim’s shoulder back into place. The darked haired Titan rode the pain in silence, blood dripping from his lip as he bit down on it.

“It’s alright Rob. It’s going to be ok.” Kon soothed, holding Tim carefully as they lowered him to the floor. The cold of the cave was starting to seep in now and Tim shivered between them.

“We should keep him warm.” Bart muttered, shifting closer to chafe Robin’s hands though his gauntlets. “I remember reading that you have to keep people warm when they’re in shock.”

Kon looked up at the caved in roof and the tons of rubble that surrounded them. The others would be coming soon enough and surely it was safer to leave it as it was. No sense caving the roof in on themselves. “Sounds like a good idea.” He shed his jacket and lay down beside Tim, cradling the youth’s injured arm against his chest.

Bart hesitated for a moment, wondering if anyone else was feeling weird about this but Kon used his TTK to gently tug the red-head closer, covering all three of them with his jacket.

When Vic and Kory found them nearly an hour later, the three boys were fast asleep in each other’s arm.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

You've got to have known that I'd ask for The Tribe. I love your stuff! There's not that many people that write it, so as you're offering!

Ram/Mega #41 Power.

Ram/Mega #41 Power for itsjustc

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Short and sweet. It’s been so long since I’ve written any Tribe the characterisations might be a bit wobbly.

“Yes Lord Ram.” “No Lord Ram.” Mega had steering the techno leader down to an art. Ram thought he had the power, he thought he was in control but Mega knew all the tricks for turning every conversation, every decision his way.

But when it came to dealing with Ram and his obsession with those hellcats he called his brides, Mega found he had to resort to more...extreme forms of persuasion.

On his knees before Ram’s wheelchair, his throat open as Ram panted, the techno leader’s hand threaded in his hair, Mega knew that with the slightest twist of his tongue he could steer Ram anywhere he wanted.

This was real power.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

Torchwood Jack/PC Andy #18 Attention.

Torchwood Jack/PC Andy #18 Attention for itsjustc

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

hehehe. Love PC Andy.

Andy growled under his breath as Gwen flounced away. She always did this, just used him to get what she wanted and then tossed him like last night chip wrapper. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and wondered across the square, hoping he had time for a cuppa before anyone at the station noticed he was missing.

As he clutched his paper cup, staring across the bay he muttered to himself. “Is it too much to ask for just a little more attention? I hand that lot all the spooky do’s and what do I get?”

“Our undying gratitude.” A voice behind him whispered. Andy had to fight not to spill his tea all down his front as Jack’s arms threaded around his waist. “If it’s attention you want...” Jack purred, easing a hand inside Andy’s jacket. “I promise you’ll get it.”

[roadrunner74.livejournal.com]

I'll be glad to try to help.

Speed #46- Drive. you choose the(if any) pairing.

Speed #46- Drive for roadrunner74 (Speed/...up to you really)

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

I know you’re not big slasher RR but you inspire me to hardcore smut. Sorry if this isn’t your thing but thank you so much for the inspiration.

Speed was never quite sure what drove him to this but after every race now, every time he stepped out of his car, he craved this. Needing a release that racing alone could no-longer provide.

Black gloves buried themselves in his hair, pulling just tight enough to make it feel good but never enough to hurt. His ankles were kicked apart as far as they could go with his white racing pants pooled around them. Two slick fingers pushed into him, hard and fast, make him gasp. He braced his arms against the wall, feeling the leather of his jacket scuff as the rough thrusts stretched and forced him open.

“Ready?” The dark voice growled in his ear, making him shudder.

“Take me.”

Never questioning, never hesitating, Speed was filled, his head falling back as the hard body pressing into him. His moans echoed through the darkened pits as thrust after thrust drove him to the edge and over it.

He clung to the wall shuddering, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the other man withdrew, leaving him in silence with little more that a comforting squeeze of his hip. Speed let himself slip to his knees, letting the cool concrete hold him as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over him.

He wished he had the guts to ask his lover’s name, or to look into his face but this anonymous passion was exactly what he needed...perhaps too much. It had become an addiction and however unhealthy it might be – Speed knew he was lost.

[rekindle956.livejournal.com]

Sorry about you feeling listess, oh the weather!

What about Lucien/Raze #9 King, or any prompt?

Good luck with your project.

Lucien/Raze #9 King for rekindle956

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

No matter how hard I try these two seem to refuse my plans for smut. Thanks for the prompt babe.

Lucien stumbled, putting his hand out to steady himself as they poured over the plans of the fortress once time.

The others looked away, tactfully not noticing as Raze wrapped an arm around his commander’s waist. “You should rest.” His whispered, the deep baritone of his voice rolling like thunder.

Lucien shook his head violently, dislodging Raze’s grip as he grabbed one of the maps. “No. The vampires won’t give up that easily. If they mount an attack to claim the castle back we must be ready.” He gripped the table edge for support as he squinted at the plans, his eyes red with exhaustion.

Raze shook his head, taking command of the room. “We post watchers here, here and here.” He pointed along the defective walls. “The full blood Lycans to patrol the walls on the west and north sides and post guards on the sea gates. Three hour rotations and double the numbers at dusk.”

The other Lycans nodded, the plan was sound and well thought out and even their tired leader agreed. “Yes. Everyone else should get what rest they can.”

“Including you.” Gyorg said quietly.

Lucien smiled, clasping his friend’s arm. “That I will.” He let himself lean into Raze as they headed for the door.

For a moment Gyorg caught Raze’s eye, worry in his gaze as he looked at their injured leader. Raze returned his look with a sharp nod, understanding the trust the others had in him to watch over Lucian.

He led the smaller lycan upstairs and into a bedroom that had once belonged to one of the vampire lords. Laying his charge down on the bed he opened the windows, hoping to purge some of the smell.

“Thank you my friend.” Lucian muttered, his eyes half closed as he stretched out on the broad bed. “You should get some rest too.”

“Not until your wounds are cleaned.” Raze answered stubbornly, carefully stripping back the blood stained coat that hide most of Lucian’s wounds. Even with the crossbow bolts removed, his skin still burned black with silver poisoning. Raze found clean water and poured it gently over the cuts, his massive hand firm on Lucian’s shoulder as the smaller man trembled with pain and sorrow.

“You have not yet mourned her.” Raze observed, keeping his touch light.

“Too much to do. There wasn’t time.” Lucian whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

Tenderly Raze brushed his thumb over his commander’s cheek. “There is now.” He pulled Lucian close, cradling the smaller man in his lap, petting his mane as Lucian breathed racking sobs he could never show the others.

He cried for the woman he loved, for the life he had known and for the child he would never hold. He cried for those who had lost their lives and those who would face danger in the uncertain future he had created. He cried until he had no more strength to cry.

Lucian rested his head against Raze’s broad chest as the tears subsided. “You deserve better my friend.” He mumbled, his voice hazy with exhaustion as he leant into Raze’s embrace. “You deserve a commander who is stronger than this.”

Raze eased Lucian back onto the bed, pulling the covers up over the smaller man as his head lolled against the pillows. “I have a strong commander,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on Lucian’s sleeping forehead. “I have a king.”

[oxymoronic.livejournal.com]

You threw me for a second with head in the game because of sudden High School Musical flashbacks, but now -

Taylor/Speed, Power (I don't know where that came from either)

Sparky/Speed, Blur

Speed/X, Vision

Jack/Ianto, Eye

Any or all of the above, just have fun with them, my love ♥

[bragi-gwydion.livejournal.com]

Ok since you asked! - Holmes/Watson - bothered.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

I've never read anything with this couple so...
Slade/Jack #25 shadow

Slade/Jack #25 shadow for itsjustc

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Chalk one up to the rare pairing.

“So you’re the computer genius Lex’s been telling me about.”

Jack jumped as a tall boy stepped out of the shadows towards him. He already found Liberty creepy enough without some guy sneaking up on him. “Oh I...I wouldn’t say genius...well maybe I would but...” Jack stammered, trying to hide his surprise as Slade slunk towards him.

“He never mentioned you were cute too.” The older man’s gaze was predatorily as he gripped Jack’s chin, steering him away from Ram’s computers.

“I um...” Jack grimaced as his voice cracked, feeling the blush creep up his cheeks. “It’s not the sort of thing Lex’d see.”

“More fool him for not noticing.” Slade whispered, pushing Jack against the wall, running his thumbs up the youth’s neck to cradle his face. “I have to confess I have a thing for geeks.”

The kiss shouldn’t taken Jack by surprise but it did and he whimpered as Slade licked him way into the boy’s mouth.

His head spinning, Jack managed to push the older boy away a little. “Please...Don’t I...”

“Not into guys?” Slade teased, pushing his thigh between Jack’s knees. “Because your body is saying otherwise.”

“I...um...not really...not guys generally no...” Jack stuttered, blushing furiously as Slade stroked his though his jeans.

“So a guy specifically then.” Slade teased.

Jack ducked his head, refusing to meet Slade’s eye. “He’s not...it’s not like that...”

“You’ve never told him have you?” Slade purred, loving the way the younger boy squirmed. Distracting this repressed little virgin was easier that he thought. He bodily backed Jack out of the room, keeping him occupied as Ram snuck in to shift his hard-drives to where the little Mallrat geek wouldn’t find them.

“He’s dead.” Jack whimpered, his breath hitching as Slade pushed him backwards into another room.

“Hmm,” Slade growled, “Perhaps it’s time to move on.” A gentle nudge was enough to knock Jack onto the bed. As Slade pressed him into mattress, covering Jack’s body with his own, Jack wondered if Dal would understand.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

Torchwood Jack/Adam #50 Believe

Torchwood Jack/Adam #50 Believe for itsjustc

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Short I know but I hope you like it.

“I can make you believe anything Jack. Anything I want.”

Jack pinned Adam to the wall, his hand around the younger man’s throat. “Stay out of my head you little bastard! Stay out of my memories!”

Adam squirmed, fighting for air as he brushed his leg down the inside of Jack thigh. “But you love me Jack. You would never hurt me.”

Jack growled, pushing Adam harder against the stone,kissing him rough and deep. As he loosed his grip, grinding the young man against the wall, their bodies pressed together, Jack wondered what he had left to believe in.

[byday-bynight.livejournal.com]

Dick/Roy #15 Hold?

Dick/Roy #15 Hold for byday_bynight

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the game and thanks for the challenge. Hope you like it.

Dick kept his arms around his lover, stroking Roy’s chest and stomach as he waited for the initial burn to subside.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, nuzzling the soft skin behind the archer’s ear. “It’ll pass I promise.”

Slowly Roy’s fingers loosened from the balled up sheets, his clenched jaw popping as he forced himself to relax. “Just do it. I can take it.” He growled, pushing back against Dick.

But the lithe aerialist moved with him, keeping himself from thrusting too deep just yet. “Go slow Speedy.” He purred, pressing soft kisses to the side of Roy’s throat. “I don’t want our first time to be painful for you.” He drifted a hand down Roy’s chest, stroking the strong muscles of his abs before trailing his fingers over the top the archer’s thigh, the merest hint of nail making Roy shudder.

“Tease.” Roy hissed playfully, groaning as Dick eased himself deeper.

“Tell me you don’t love it?” Dick grinned, his easy smile as reassuring as his touch as Roy spread his knees a little, moaning as his best friend’s hips came to rest against his.

A whimper escaped Dick’s lips as they rocked together slowly, a sheen of sweat making them both glisten in the candle light. “God Roy. You’re so beautiful.”

Roy’s laugh broke with a moan as Dick’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time to their measured thrusts.

But Dick was still talking, babbling a stream of curses and endearments as they moved together, thrusting ever faster as they dove for complication. “Love you. Want you. Feels so good. Oh god Roy.”

Roy bit back a cry as Dick shifted, striking something inside him that made his whole body twang like a bow string, his vision shattering into a thousand shards of white as he came hard.

Dick held Roy tight as they fell, boneless and limp, to the bed. Safe in his lover’s arms, Roy wept. All those years of hunger and addiction, years of pain and indignity, all those years of being willing to sell himself, body and soul, to get a hit were washed away by Dick’s touch.

Dick stroked Roy’s hair, pulling the archer close to whisper in his ear. “I love you Roy. I’m so lucky to be your first.”

They both knew shadows what the past held but they would rewrite the future together.

[byday-bynight.livejournal.com]

Hmm...am I pushing my luck asking for two Dick pairings?

Dick/Tim #48 Precious

Dick/Tim #48 Precious for byday_bynight

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Oh god no, Not pushing your luck at all. I love writing Dick. He’s my favourite so keep them coming. I must admit this one turned more Tim/Dick that I expected.

Tim trembled in Dick’s arms as the elder vigilante carried him in though the window.

“I’ve got you babybird.” Dick whispered, cradling Tim’s head against his shoulder as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “You’re safe with me.”

Tim meowed, his skin burning as the poison thrummed in his veins. “Dick please...Ivy...”

“I know, I know.” Dick soothed, gently he easing his brother down to the bed. “I’ll look after you. I promise.” With practiced hands he peeled back the layers of Tim’s Robin suit, instinctively checking for injuries as he went.

Tim’s skin was flushed red and hot with need as Dick ran his hands over his brother’s narrow chest. Beneath his fingers, Tim’s heart hammered in his chest, unnaturally fast. No time to waste, Tim was already dangerously far along.

“Do you trust me little brother?” Dick whispered urgently as he peeled back Tim’s tights.

“Yes! God yes!” Tim moaned as his captive cock sprang free. He was so hard it hurt.

In one fluid movement, Dick rolled them over, pulling Tim on top of him and into his mouth. The youth screamed with pleasure as Dick swallowed him. All control lost, he threaded his fingers through Dick’s hair, riding his brother’s face with careless abandon.

Dick tried to steady him, wrapping his hands around Tim’s hips as the youth’s frantic thrusts made him gag.

Tim grabbed Dick’s hands, pinning his wrists to the bed-head. His cries echoed across the room as he ploughed heedlessly into Dick’s mouth. The force of his orgasm caught him by surprise and he jolted back, painting his brother’s face and throat with his release.

Dick never missed a beat, shifting with Tim to keep him from falling. He lowered his brother safely to the bed, sparing only a second to wipe his face. “Tim! Tim talk to me.” His hands flew to Tim’s wrist, feeling for the racing pulse.

Tim’s eyes fluttered open. “Dick?”

“I’m here babybird. You’re ok.” Tim’s pulse was slowing now, his skin gradually paling to normal.

Tim stared up at his brother, Dick’s lips were swollen and red, slick with come and spit. “I hurt you.” he whispered, reaching up to run his fingers over Dick’s mouth.

Dick took his hand, kissing it gently. “No, you didn’t, it’s ok. It’s ok.” He pulled Tim in close, holding him tight and carding his fingers though the youth hair. “It’s all going to be ok now.”

Exhaustion dragged at Tim’s senses as the rhythmic stroke of Dick’s hand down his back lulled him to sleep. “Why...?” Though he couldn’t finish the sentence, Dick heard it clear enough. Why did you let me hurt you? Why do you let me take advantage of you?

Dick pressed a kiss to the top of Tim’s head, holding his brother close. “Because you’re precious to me.”

[roadrunner74.livejournal.com]

Is it too much that I found two more that I'd like to prompt?

Speed- #20 picture (As if you didn't see that one coming)
Speed- #23 child

Once again you pick the pairing, I do, however, request that Rex makes an appearance in some fashion.

Speed- #20 picture for roadrunner74

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Nice. Should have seen it coming!

Speed hastened to grab his jacket and helmet, his shoelaces still half untied as he ran for the pits. For reasons unknown the officials had moved the flag time up by half an hour and a full locker-room for drivers and mech were scrambling to speed though their final preps.

“How we doing Sparky?” Speed called, hopping on one foot to catch his errant laces.

“Better than most.” The lanky mech replied, sliding out from under the Mach 6. “Everything’s primed and ready. I’m almost glad I went over everything last night.”

“Sleep is for the weak. I keep telling you that.” Speed grinned, fumbling with the zipper of his jacket. He touched his breast pocket, a look of horror crossing his face.

“What’s wrong?” Sparky called, seeing the colour drain from his friend’s face.

“Rex’s photo...” Speed muttered, his breath short and shallow. “I thought I had it but...”

Sparky looked around frantically, knowing how important it was to Speed. He never raced without. Never set foot on the track without Rex next to his heart. “Could you have left it in your locker?”

Speed glanced over his shoulder in abject panic as the ‘All drivers to your cars’ call came over the speakers. If it was in his locker there was no way he could make it there and back in time for the start but without it...

“I’ll have to risk racing without it.” Speed swallowed resignedly. The lump in his throat matching the sinking feeling in his gut. “There isn’t time.”

Sparky wanted to argue, wanted to come up with a solution that didn’t involve Speed going out there like this but he was drawing a blank. They rolled the car out to the start, both with dread in their stomachs.

Speed sat behind the wheel of the Mach 6, waiting for the amber lights. The new race rules stated all cars had to be cool till the lights came on so there was an even ground and drivers couldn’t juice their engines. He wrapped his fingers around the wheel, his knuckles white beneath his gloves.

Racer X watched from the Shooting Star next to him; their cars almost close enough to touch. “Speed? Speed?”

It took his name being called several times before Speed heard. The Masked Racer leaned over, something small in his hand. Speed nearly cried with relief when he realised X was holding Rex’s photo. “Thank you.” He breathed, barely audible about the babble of the track.

“Rex’s always with you Speed.” X whispered, his voice low and gentle. “No matter what.”

Speed smiled back at him gratefully, tucking the photo inside his jacket as the weight lifting from heart.

Now he was ready to race!

[mladshaya-voran.livejournal.com]

my turn :D

#14 Command

Criminal minds
Hotchner/Morgan

AND

#13 Change

Dr Who and a companion (I'll even let you choose!)

#13 Change Dr Who and a companion for mladshaya_voran

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Pick your companion!

Smoke poured through the decking as the Tardis shuddered, the console room aflame as she peeked around the corner of the door.

He was on the floor, his face turned away from her. For a moment she panicked, he wasn’t moving...or breathing. All of a sudden he heaved a deep breath, his whole body convulsing. From here she couldn’t make out his face but other things were different – his suit hung loosely on his frame, his left shoe kicked off as he thrashed.

“Doctor? Doctor are you ok?” she called, wincing as he dragged in air. He made her promise to stay away, stay safe in the maze of the Tardis till he came for her – a promise she couldn’t, in good conscience keep. He was in pain, his blood still wet on her clothes.

“Thought I told you...” He coughed, curling in on himself as the pain of change ripped though him. His voice was different, deeper than before, a little rougher too.

“I know but...” She crossed the floor cautiously towards him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I couldn’t leave you. Not like this.”

He let her pull him onto his back, smiling up at her with his new face. “So? Am I ginger yet?”

[tommyboybbi.livejournal.com]

#5, wrong

Top Gear, it's wrong to be married and want more, perhaps a mate or two?

#5, wrong Top Gear, for tommyboybbi

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Sorry, characterisations feel off on this one. Hope you like it anyway.

Jeremy closed his phone with a snap, holding it against his forehead as he breathed out a long sigh.

“You alright Jer?” Richard called from the couch, his sneakers dangling over the edge of the armrest.

“I’m fine.” He growled, as much trying to convince himself as Richard.

“Frances?” James asked softly, walking up behind Jeremy to rest a hand on his shoulder.

“She...” He bit back whatever he was about to say. “She frets when I’m away.”

Richard rolled off the couch, carefully dropping his bowl of popcorn on the floor. “I get it. Mandy’s pretty cool with it but...” He wondered over to where the other two stood. “Feeling wrong about this.” He asked, running his hands up Jeremy’s chest.

Jeremy shrugged, his breath catching as James leant in to press a kiss to the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t want this.” Jeremy started, accepting Richard’s embrace as the smaller man’s arms wrapped around his waist. “I have so much already but...”

James smiled into his shoulder. “You think too hard. Let’s just enjoy it while we can.”

because i enjoy tormenting you!

[mladshaya-voran.livejournal.com]

Now dont go blaming me. You asked me for more stuff. So here you go. :P

#1 Motion – Ari in flight or Dan on motorcycle
#3 Young – Marius as a child / teenager
#10 Learn – Olivier learns to fly
#31 Book – Cal in the store
#34 Sing – Ari in Cadfael’s herb garden
#43 God – Munin after Gabriel
#47 Harm - Olivier – After his wife’s death
#17 Vision - Dan’s magic 8ball failing to stop marius from doing something stupid.

Re: because i enjoy tormenting you!

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Sadist!

loving this whole heat wave thing...

[byday-bynight.livejournal.com]

#44 Wall, Bruce/younger Dick (Robin era)

<3

Wall, Bruce/younger Dick for byday_bynight (part 1)

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

this one turned out longer and more intense than I’d planned...

It had been a bad night. Ivy had snatched Robin and held him hostage, using him as bait to lure Batman in. Foolishly she had underestimated how fiercely he would fight to protect his ward and partner. After beating her unconscious and leaving her tied up for the police to collect, Batman and Robin ran together down the alley and toward where the Batmobile was hidden, the day saved...or so it seemed...

Dick stumbled, his bare knees scrapping on the concrete as he fell.

“Robin? Are you hurt?” Batman demanded, his heart thumping in his chest as he knelt at Dick’s side.

“I don’t...Something’s wrong...” Dick panted, “I feel...” he moaned, flushing red as Bruce checked him over, gauntleted hands skittering over fabric of his costume.

“Did she gas you with anything? Make you drink something perhaps?” Batman asked, finding nothing physically wrong with the boy.

Dick swayed a little, his skin unnaturally hot. “I don’t remember...” he scrunched his eyes closed, trying desperately to clear him head. “She kissed me...just before you arrived. I don’t know why.”

Bruce gripped Dick’s chin, bringing the boy up to face him as he ran a gloved finger over Dick’s mouth, the youth moaning to the touch.

Batman sniffed his fingers, cautiously pressing his tongue to the leather of his glove before spitting sharply. At least part of it was Phenethylamine, a powerful and dangerous drug that effected brain chemistry.

Dick’s breathing was shallow and fast as the youth struggled to hold himself up on his hands and knees. “Batman...I feel...oh god.”

“Tell me Robin. Tell me what you’re feeling.” If he could isolate the area of the brain the drug was effecting...

Robin shuddered, flushing deeper. “I...it’s....”

Batman dropped his voice low, leaning in close so only the youth would hear. “Please Dick. Just talk to me.”

“I’m hard.” He whimpered in adolescent apology. “Please...it hurts.”

Bruce felt the waves of embarrassment and shame coming off his ward, the boy he tendered as dearly as a son. Dick was clearly in pain. He reviewed his options – the car was too far away and judging from Dick’s posture, moving him was going to be a problem. The alley was secluded enough and, this close to dawn, would remain quiet for another hour at least.

“I need to see.” Bruce prompted gently, trying to keep his tone light and professional. “I need to see what the drug is doing to you.”

Even with the mask, the look of Dick’s face was one of abject terror, flinching away from Bruce’s touch. “Here? I can’t...you can’t...”

“Now Robin.” He toned it perfectly as an order, hoping to bypass the youth’s fear. “You need to trust me.”

Dick nodded doubtfully, bitting his lip as he pulled himself to his feet. With hands that shook painfully he pushed down the green short shorts, turning his face away as he exposed himself to his mentor.

Dick’s penis was rock hard and glistening with pre-come, the head flushed dark with blood. Too dark. Bruce looked up at his ward, the boy’s eyes squeezed closed in anguish. “Robin. Look at me.” Almost instantly the youth complied, shame flushed over his features. “I need to touch you. Please understand, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable but I have to do this to help you. You can look away if you need to.”

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

The Tribe, Luke/your choice #40 History

The Tribe, Luke, 40 History for itsjustc

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Bit light on I'm afraid.

Luke laid down his robes, shedding each piece one by one for the last time. He ran his hands over the blue and white fabric, feeling the world he’d known slip away from him.

The Chosen had been his life, his only family since losing the people who adopted him. As much as it hurt he knew it was right. He’d spoken his mind and told the truth, even if the Guardian couldn’t hear it.

He let a long sigh, pull the air from his lungs. The word of Zoot, of Power and Chaos had been basis of the new world, the path to bringing everything back.

But that was before...before the Mallrats, before the Guardian when truly mad.

He touched the fabric once more, tracing the shape of the collar before folding it up, stuffing it under the bed.

The Chosen was his life.

But that life was history now.

[byday-bynight.livejournal.com]

*taking full advantage!*

#35 Sudden, Dick and Tim, but not necessarily a pairing, but by no means are pairings unwelcome ;)

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Sorry babe, the weekend caught up to me and I'm a bit behind. Will get to it! Promise

[princessezzy.livejournal.com]

Omg muunin is it too late for me to jump in on this awesomeness? If not could i exploit you as well? If so, can i ask for;

Speed/X or Speed/Rex;

harm
mad
soul

I'm very greedy, but you're too awesome not to miss this opportunity!

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

I'm still playing but I'm running behind. Been a buzy weekend. I'll get onto them for you soon, I promise.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

If you're still playing I've got some more for you.

Ten/Jack/Master (again!) :D #8 Thousand.

Ten/Jack/Master, Thousand for itsjustc

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Still going. Having a buzy week trying to get ready for uni. Sorry bout this! Having a dark and nasty moment!

The Master killed Jack thousands of times during the year that never was. In thousands of creative and messy ways but one particular way was his favourite.

He’d let the Doctor free, not completely but just enough so he could sneak off and find Jack.

And the Master would always be waiting, there at Jack’s back, both his cock and his knife buried deep enough in the freak to make him whimper.

The Master would wait, so patiently, till the Doctor’s eyes met Jack’s. He’d watch the wordless conversation that passed between them, the reassurance the Doctor tried to give his hapless companion just before the Master slit the freak’s throat.

It was worth it for that moment when the light in the Doctor’s eyes faded, till he looked away, waiting for the Master’s guards to drag him back to his cage.

They would never admit it when the year was over and had never been but the Master knew they would never be able to touch each other without thinking of him.