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DavisAiden x Everyone Porn-a-Thon

 So, the Twenty-Sixth is here and I'm all stoked to get up on the action, so leave me prompts and play my darlings. Go all crazy on the prompts if they interest you, I barely know you, or even if I'm stalking you. it's all in fun and I will comment.  I'll be playing all week, so don't stress. ;) 

My concentrations are in Chloe/Davis, Josh/Aiden, Lex/Davis, Chloe/Aiden, and Rebecca/Aiden shipping, but feel free to suggest things. You can prompt any way, words, song lyrics and sentences...PICTURES... ships... or you can let me pick the ship and end up with those things up there. Nothing is too wacky. you want werewolf Davis/Josh? Post it. Hee. 
Pick any prompts you like to do, and drool freely over the fics.

A few rules.
1. No leaving DavisAiden clothed unless it is in a very sexy way. THE PLOT is very important to us.
2. No JimmyHenrys. Especially not naked.
3. No defenestrations, unless it is the aforementioned JimmyHenrys or bot-Chloes or some such nonsense.
4. No discriminating against Doomsday. I'm sure he just wants to be petted.
5. Please post the responses under the prompts for easy devourment.

So play, won't you?
How can you resist  this?

Comments

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skye718
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
Oh hiiii
You're gonna kill me. I totally forgot. I'll see if I can think of anything tonight. YIKES!
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:06 am (UTC)
KILL YOU? No, not ever Zi. Why would I kill you, when I can BUNNY YOU TO DEATH?! :p
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:07 am (UTC)
Totally glad you might play, btw. XD
skye718
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:15 am (UTC)
okay so where are we doing this? Is it at my link or yours? I need to be sure.:D
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)
I was thinking at this eljay thread, actually (because we can name the headers and stuff and paraxdisepink might be coming XD).
skye718
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:41 am (UTC)
okies. Cool.
skye718
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
*bunny you to death*

I feel loved. My mind is dislocated from reality. heh heh
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:14 am (UTC)
by nonky; Davis/Chloe; open mouth
So, (from the excellent empress nonky)

He couldn't stop himself from asking roughly, "Why is your mouth always open?".
skye718
Dec. 27th, 2010 04:00 am (UTC)
Re: by nonky; Davis/Chloe; open mouth
Unfortunately my post can't even fit so I will link you to you here

http://skye718.livejournal.com/82659.html
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)
plotting the miles on you (r)
“I don’t think this looks right.”
The laptop Chloe whizzed with had ceased to be of use when their last living space had stopped being furnished by an electric current. So she plotted their escape from civil society with a map spread out under her parted fingers. Davis tried not to think of it, but there was something strangely evocative to the pose. He kept thinking of the marks her nails would leave. He rubbed at his hurting eyes with the palm of his hand, shirt bunched and sticky with sweat. He was staring in a completely inappropriate way, and he was pretty sure that she could tell. But then, they were on their own and Chloe had never been perturbed by the way he would look at her.

Davis didn’t know what he could do not to; between those four walls… it wasn’t that she was the only thing he was capable of looking at. There were a couple cracks in the plaster at the corner of the roof that needed repair, not that much different from a gashed arm after all. He could have cooked her something, or tried to rebuild the bathroom to prove that he could help her like Clark had done. It was just that she was so much brighter than everything in the room.

Chloe had this habit of standing over her papers with hands and elbows and most of her body, a habit which she’d explained with a nostalgic smile, that went back to the days when Clark caught supernatural flus. Sometimes Davis thought he envied her best friend a little bit. He was going to save the world, not destroy it. He’d had her, once.

But It was him-not Clark- that got to see her all worked up like this. It was something close to-a miracle that she’d chosen to run away with him instead of everything else she could have had. Whether it was compassion or friendship or pity, and even a little love, it was more than he ever could have expected form life and more than what he deserved for what she was. He had everything he needed. It was enough to drive him mad. Instead he watched her t high rub against the table, her fingers pushing the tacks into the map…

Her mouth was the hardest part. She never needed to wear makeup. She was lovely, lips pale and pink and too soft to run his finger over without hurting…something.... Sometimes he almost wanted to beg her to stop. She didn’t have a pen, but his mind was running a mile a minute as she blew out concentrated little breaths. It made her happy. He told himself firmly. Chloe deserved a chance to be herself completely in front of him, not censor herself because of what he found arousing.

There was sweat beading down her nose. He imagined her tongue would tremble out to swipe against her lower lip to clean it up. Chloe was always very neat. It had been the first time they had- anything- and it felt almost wrong to think like that, but he could still feel the heat and her mouth lifting off him and the look in her eyes. She always looked like that now. A blow job. Some remnant of Chloe’s intelligence had touched him and his brains had gotten scrambled. That was the only way to explain it. There was so much more to be thinking of- the way she moved against him, and her little shakes and gasps when she let him down…

“Is it that bad, Davis?” Chloe’s eyes zeroed in on him but they were amused. “Your eyes were going all red. It’s not Doomsday again, is it?”

Davis jolted himself out of his haze only fast enough to thrust a tissue into her fingers. “No. No. I mean…” He couldn't stop himself from asking roughly, "Why is your mouth always open?"
nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:54 am (UTC)
Re: plotting the miles on you (r)
I love this. Chloe loves Davis enough to go low tech for him, maybe even permanently. And he obviously knows she's doing all that huddling over maps as an act of love, because it gets him desperately horny.

And I adore the way he's trying to be a gentleman and live up to her pragmatic approach to being on the run, but he is mostly about the Chloe sexing and the way her mouth is always open. She's like a living assault on his reason, and even with all that, the worst he can think of her is that she's distracting him, but it's all his own fault.

The second paragraph is priceless, when he's desperately trying to find something of interest to stare at, just in case she becomes creeped out all of a sudden by him, where she never has been before. He's looking for cracks in the plaster, cooking and home improvement projects, but mostly he's just trying not to drool too openly.

Too late, Davis, you know Chloe is smarter than that. She knows what you're plotting, and she's in on it.
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 03:00 am (UTC)
by moi; hair sex
Sex that involves lots and lots of hair touching. I guess this is better for Aiden, but you can work it for Davis, too. ;)

Go all crazy on the ship.
nonky
Dec. 27th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
YAY!
Prompt: Tucking


Someone else had to tell him he hadn't killed his own sister.

Josh woke up in a haze of fear, but it was a moment before he realized what day it was – what day it wasn't. Groaning to conscious remembrance, he grabbed the hand that came to hold him on his bed. He never woke in a bed after the full moon, and it was a bad sign. They would only have dragged him to a comfortable place if they had to break bad news.

He had killed his sister, maybe gnawed on her a while. He'd seen nature shows where animals kind of flung their food for a while after it was dead, some poor half of a zebra with legs tossed like heavy streamers.

“You didn't hurt her! You didn't hurt her, Josh. Sally called me, I got your sister out of there. She's safe,” Aiden said quickly. “Not a scratch on her, literally.”

He would have had to check – it didn't take a large wound to make a new werewolf. It was fine, though, and Josh tried to calm the rush of panic. That was an hour ago, and since then he'd sat up in his own bed, drank some coffee, and showered. He was still trying to get over the mood swings of the past day, and had refused to go downstairs to talk to Sally.

Aiden had left Josh to his recovery for a while, but returned to lean in the corner in silent support. It was his classic routine; heroic vampire nonchalance. It wasn't that Josh didn't appreciate the help, but this was beginning to feel like an unfortunate trend. Aiden would find him about to be destroyed in some kind of shitty werewolf problem, intervene to save him, then stick around with pithy advice that was just ironic coming from a vampire.

'Just act like you're exactly the same as everybody else, Josh,' he said periodically, coaxing his roommate in a new situation. 'You are, you know.'

Josh thought it was pretty uncommon waking up and wondering if he had torn his little sister's throat out before or after he started snacking on her. The undead John Wayne crap didn't fool him; Aiden wouldn't hover unless last night had been really bad. Werewolves didn't have close calls; they had fucking razor-thin near misses.

“You have to stop hating yourself for things that never happened,” Aiden said, right on cue. Josh rolled his eyes. “And you have to find a new place to transform next month. I had to rip off the door to get it open. It ruined my manicure.”

There was a beat as their eyes met fully for the first time since the day before. Josh thought about going to sleep again, and considered Sally downstairs. She was probably listening in, but it was rude just to leave her all alone. It wasn't like she could turn on the television or make herself a sandwich.

“Fuck you,” he said blithely.

“It's a good thing your sister's hot,” the vampire continued blandly. “There's absolutely no family resemblance. Seriously, can I have your blessing to take a run at her?”

Predictably, they burst into noisy pursuit, barreling down the stairs so hard it sounded like their feet might break through. Josh chased him to the living room, thumping Aiden with a pillow and collapsing next to their rather pale-looking ghost.

“Hey, thanks for sending the pervert to help me out,” he said sincerely.

Sally's face lit up with a grin. “It was either him or that poodle that always growls when I look out the window.” She paused, looked over her shoulder at Aiden, then said, “The poodle was busy sniffing at stuff, but I did my best.”

“Hey, hate speech,” Aiden scowled. “Your entire generation is just entitled and rude.”

“Thanks Grandpa!”

The imperial disdain from their vampire failed to produce any anxiety, as Josh was already digging through the paper for movie listings. “You guys want to watch ET? Or, um, there's Pretty Woman, if that's not too whorey for you. Maybe a little Pretty in Pink? There's a PBC doc on the civil war, but I don't want Old Aiden there to have the PTSD from it.”

“Screw you,” he snarled, sitting next to Sally. “What's on that channel that's always showing CSI marathons?”

Josh flicked to the appropriate station and nodded. “CSI marathon. All good?”

The other two nodded, eyes on the screen.

vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 04:35 am (UTC)
Groaning to conscious remembrance, he grabbed the hand that came to hold him on his bed. I waaannnttt to see this sooooo baaaadddd. I've got to love Aiden and Josh, Aiden being the only one there to console him.

Aiden would find him about to be destroyed in some kind of shitty werewolf problem, intervene to save him, then stick around with pithy advice that was just ironic coming from a vampire.

'Just act like you're exactly the same as everybody else, Josh,' he said periodically, coaxing his roommate in a new situation. 'You are, you know.'

This is so perfect and uncorny. I guess Aiden's gentle hovereing could get a wee little bit irritating. Especially when Josh is all stressed. Werewolves didn't have close calls; they had fucking razor-thin near misses. Wow.

but I love how Josh now.... he doesn't want sally to be all lonely in his funny werewolf way and Josh pulls the hot sister line and they totally act like kids and bitch about the tv show they'll get to watch.


Sally's face lit up with a grin. “It was either him or that poodle that always growls when I look out the window.” She paused, looked over her shoulder at Aiden, then said, “The poodle was busy sniffing at stuff, but I did my best.”
Oh SALLY. I NEED THIS LINE IN MY LIFE.
nonky
Dec. 27th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Prompt: Hair

Comment form says it's too long, give me a minute to post to my LJ and post a link here!

ETA: Link to my lj!

http://nonky.livejournal.com/37482.html

Edited at 2010-12-27 06:02 am (UTC)
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 06:29 am (UTC)
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
paraxdisepink
Dec. 27th, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
Okay we're playing all week. Noted.

I'll do one tomorrow. I tired.
paraxdisepink
Dec. 27th, 2010 05:42 am (UTC)
Prompt: DEX kiss

nonky
Dec. 27th, 2010 07:01 am (UTC)
My brain is interpreting this as SW's character in Dexter, possibly kissing Dexter? Is this at all right or did I go to a place I didn't know existed? (I totally knew it existed, I just didn't think anyone else would drive all the way out there.)
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 12:47 pm (UTC)
Well that was actually Davis and Lex kissing (a slashy corner of the fandom populated by paraxdisepink and me and xxamlaxx when it catches her dramatic fancy. XD)

But the fact that you thought of that really intrigues me. literal dark passengers?... THEY COULD BE SOUL MATES.
paraxdisepink
Dec. 28th, 2010 09:34 am (UTC)
LOL!! I have before imagined Davis and Dexter living together and Dexter trying to teach Davis about the Dark Passenger and the Code of Harry and Davis being like "I'm not a killer!" and angry making out against the fridge.

Okay. vividimaginationcakes.

but Dex = Davis/Lex, my crack OTP hah :)
nonky
Jan. 1st, 2011 09:32 am (UTC)
Now I'm picturing it. I don't know if I should thank you. I might have to write me a little bit of my hallucinated prompt that you didn't give but I saw in the space of your real prompt.

Is there an aroused frowny face emoticon for instances like this?
oonaseckar
Dec. 27th, 2010 09:13 am (UTC)
C'n I throw one in there?

PROMPT: timeslip

Coz everyone needs a do-over for something. Any old ship.

Oh yeh, why rule 3? What you got against windows anyway?
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
Oooh YAY timeslip. By all means. I'll be playing all day today. Eet should be AMAZING (as I have this attraction for people who go back in time to save/sex up their future sex partners.) Oh Misfits what you've done to me.... XD
I have a very hard time deciding f it should be Davis or Chloe. Hmm. Methinks I shall figure it out.

Oh and rule 3? it's either a very sad story involving a very small bunny, a sock and a shoe, or I'm running out of things to say. Which do you think? ]:)

Okay fine, it the spirit of honesty, it's just me working my subliminal plot to have JimmyHenry thrown out a window. Happy now?
oonaseckar
Dec. 27th, 2010 01:01 pm (UTC)
Nobody is sad seeing Jimmy thrown out of a window.
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 01:34 pm (UTC)
Exactly. Which is why no one is allowed to be thrown out a window BUT him. We all want to have a happier lives, yeah?
oonaseckar
Dec. 27th, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)
Let's get this straight. Everybody else gets naked. Jimmy falls out of a window. You need either a:-

PROMPT: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

or:-

PROMPT: ...and then Jimmy fell out of the window.

oonaseckar
Dec. 27th, 2010 01:44 pm (UTC)
Let me elaborate: There is an orgy in which ALL POSSIBLE SHIPS TOGETHER get naked. Jimmy falls out of a window.

Everybody's happy.
vagrantdream
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:04 pm (UTC)
Let me elaborate: There is an orgy in which ALL POSSIBLE SHIPS TOGETHER get naked. Jimmy falls out of a window.
YOU ARE WISE.
 

Ahh, but will there be enough DavisAiden to go around? Maybe Lex can clone him. XD

Okay I NEED THIS FIC IN MY LIFE. SMALLVILLE NEEDS TO FILM THIS. I'l cover my eyes for the not DavisAiden parts though, because I come from planet Davissexual.
chlavisforever
Dec. 30th, 2010 03:42 pm (UTC)
First, your DavisAidan banner is GORGEOUS!

Love the GIF, too. That moment in the episode.... oh yeah. Perfect header for your pronzathon.

Nifty review of the first three rough-cut, unfinished episodes of BH, both pros and cons. (Hint: Sam Witwer man crushes and lovin' the Josh-Aidan chemistry):

http://io9.com/5720075/how-does-syfys-being-human-stack-up-to-the-uk-version-our-spoiler+free-review
vagrantdream
Jan. 1st, 2011 03:57 am (UTC)
HEE! Thank you! I had to cut it down to a few foine moments. It was such a touchy job. I felt so deprived without having Chloe's petting privileges.

Also totally off the wall, but I think your speculation on alt! Davis's life may have broken my writers block, thank you. <3 I am so jumping into the fray once I write something.

OH WOW THIS REVIEW HAS MADE MY LIFE.Huntington is also delightful in his own bumbling nerd way, flopping about down the hospital hallways like a baby pup tripping over his own giant paws. The dynamic between the walking headshot Witwer and the forever humiliated Huntington is priceless.
I have to appreciate an adorable metaphor just as much as an intelligent, positive reviewer. <3 I am so jealous that he/she got to see THREEEE eps. I want them.
Also, I've been reembarking on a rewatch, and that moment between SH, SW and nurse number two when Josh tries to copy Aiden's flirty eyebrow raise? It's precious.



nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:37 am (UTC)
I have not seen such smooth eyebrow work contrasted with such eyebrow atrocity in forever! Aiden's was just effortless and dashing, and Josh mangled his own face somehow, without use of any weapon except his lack of dashing. It's a doofy kind of charm he has, and he shouldn't try to take on Aiden's more polished style.

But the scene was adorable. I could tell Aiden wanted to give a pep talk but decided to let Josh slink away in eyebrow defeat. It was probably the kind thing to do.
nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:30 am (UTC)
Remember my apocalypse kink? More of the same.
A/N: I don't know how this happened. It seems to be a dark AU-of our AU couple, like (unwilling) prisoner Davis, and tormentor Chloe. And then it becomes something else. Despite that, it's no higher than PG-13.

Davis Bloome had been wearing a rosary when he was brought in, so they knew he was Catholic. It had taken months and this petite blonde to use the information against him.

His wardens were exactly as extreme as they would need to be; their methods were a little too commonplace to daunt a thing like his beast. They had shocked him every six seconds for a solid month, only stopping when he turned into Doomsday and pounded at the reinforced walls. They had starved him while keeping him awake for what could have been weeks at a time. They had given him a drug cocktail that kept him aware and paralyzed, locked-in syndrome. Men came with saws and safety gear, attempting to remove his arms and legs. Doomsday was much less of an issue to public safety if he was a menacing boulder and had to roll over his victims.

As far as Davis had overheard, two of the men were suffering long-term severe damage from the chainsaws disintegrating on contact with his flesh. He did not have to lose consciousness to transform.

So they were all getting to know each other, he thought bitterly.

It was a long time before he was bothered by something they did. They switched personnel a lot with him, apparently his refusal to die quietly was upsetting for the paramilitary group that had taken him underground. He was stressful. He'd been told as much at various foster homes. He was 'hard to know.'

A blonde walked into his cell, dressed in brown khaki and looking like a sweet little Nazi gingerbread doll. The effect of the ill-advised uniform was worse on her because she was short, young and about halfway through a pregnancy. The female version had a calf length skirt instead of slacks, and even that amount of leg got a strangely warm reaction out of Davis. She smiled briefly, coolly, and sat down on the folding chair the guards had brought in. She wasn't so pregnant she had to fumble, and she was wearing high heels that looked like they'd be called 'sensible.'

Irrationally, Davis hoped she was being careful on the stairs.
nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:32 am (UTC)
Re: Remember my apocalypse kink? More of the same. Part II
“I'm Agent Sullivan,” she told him, then opened a small Bible and started reading. She was safely out of reach, but close like a real visit. She sat across from him and read all of Genesis, glancing at his face every once in a while to check he was listening.

If he could have ignored her, Davis would have done it. He was helpless; rapt with open-mouthed attention to her every word. She licked her lips once, and he nearly went hard. It had been months underground – years since he'd spent his time living instead of surviving; not a lot of time to pick up chicks between body dumps and ambulance shifts.

He was surprised he was even capable of a fantasy, but it was there; Agent Sullivan straddling him, buddha belly pressed in between them as he pulled her hips down to his penetration. In his daydream, they were both naked, possibly in a nicer room, and he wasn't chained up. In his daydream, maybe that growing belly was from him, and she loved Davis. He wanted to know her first name, and see how her bluntly cut bob would look all messy.

“Are you trying to minister to my soul,” he asked, when she closed the book.

“Honestly, the plan was to kill you, but you're too powerful. We're trying something new,” she said frankly. “I'm here to decide if it matters more what you are, or what you think you are.”

Agent Sullivan returned the next day, and Davis was waiting for her. He listened to another book of the Bible, nodding his head at some parts that he remembered particularly well. A single book for every day, usually at the exact hour. He sat in silence and asked questions in his mind that he couldn't say aloud.

She grew steadily rounder and had to pace back and forth instead of sitting in front of Davis. Agent Sullivan held the Bible up on her belly, resting the back of her wrist where he thought she could surely feel kicking and rolling around. She cupped under her baby as she walked, and had to pause to turn a page because her balance was off without that support under her bulging front. Despite her modest blouse, her breasts made a cleft above her neckline.

She was hugely pregnant, had to be due any day, and it made his hands itchy to rub her back for her. He wanted to see some sign of excitement from her, but Agent Sullivan was unemotional. She read to him, exchanged a few chilly words if he was stupid enough to try for some conversation, and didn't really tell him anything specific. All Davis knew was that the tests and tortures had stopped, and now he had this daily visit from Agent Sullivan.

He thought she must have been overdue by the time she delivered her baby, but had no one to ask. The guards usually gossiped about things when they thought he was zoned out. None of them ever let one word slip about Agent Sullivan. Davis still didn't know her first name. He never heard anyone reference a baby or a husband. It was as if she was a particularly astute hallucination he'd made up.

When Agent Sullivan didn't arrive the first day, he waited impatiently. When she didn't arrive the second day, Davis stopped eating. On the third day, he was brave enough to ask a guard about it, and was ignored. On the fourth day, a pale version of Agent Sullivan shuffled painfully into the room, perfectly groomed but obviously uncomfortable. She sat down with a sigh, hands braced on a belly that was nearly back to flatness. Her uniform was awkward, too tight on her breasts and too loose on her front. He wanted to tell her congratulations, and ask if she was okay.

“I'm sorry I wasn't here for a few days,” Agent Sullivan told him, her voice hoarse. “Where did we last read?”

Davis told her, and stared openly as she read. She smelled different, like milk for her child, and slightly bloody. He wondered if she'd had to have surgery to deliver. He wondered who took care of her baby for her while she worked. He figured she probably knew what he'd done while she was absent.

As she was standing, slowly and with both hands holding her abdomen, he said, “I could read tomorrow. I think it's probably my turn by now.”

nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:33 am (UTC)
Re: Remember my apocalypse kink? More of the same. Part III
Agent Sullivan closed her eyes for a moment, her body trying to stoop and too afraid something would tear. She nodded, put the Bible down on the chair, and left both items. It was the first time anything had been left in his cell, and Davis relished having something to look at. He read to himself, but made sure to save the next day's reading for when Agent Sullivan came back.

She recovered within the month, eyes losing the gleam that indicated sleeplessness and pain. She and Davis alternated, reading to each other in turns. Her uniforms were tailored or remade, because they fit her normally. The larger bust was only as distracting as her quiet mothering of her belly had used to be.

Agent Sullivan looked at him while he read, and Davis couldn't understand what she saw. The beast was laying low, and he hadn't killed in months. He wondered if she knew the timing of it was related to their Bible reading. He wondered why that was, and had to call it love.

He wasn't stupid, and Davis knew she didn't love him, but that didn't make his feelings go away. He adored the short blonde captor who came to visit him. He lived for that hour of the day. When they hit the end of the Bible, she started over. It should have brought all his shame to the surface, but it was comforting. He couldn't undo his actions, but he might be able to carry on if he was allowed to keep that one connection.

Her hair smelled more strongly of shampoo that day, as if she'd gone without drying it all the way. It was brighter than anything in his world, even the amazingly polished shackles holding him securely. The softness took him off-guard, as she put the Bible aside and sat down to question him.

"Your latest transformation was weaker in strength than all the previous ones," his inquisitor said blandly. "It was 7.3 hours shorter in duration. You killed only one of the provided volunteers, and you were unconscious for 17 minutes after returning to your camouflaged corporeal form."

“That sounds about right,” he agreed, head down and wishing for their usual non-conversation.

“I had my baby that day,” she told him. “Since I've started coming to read with you, has your beast been calmer?”

It was nonexistent sometimes, and Davis felt like a man with her. He stared into the middle distance and tried to frame his answer logically. “Since you . . . my will is strong enough to hold it back. I think unless it was literally life or death, I could keep from changing.”

Her mouth formed the beginning of a sentence she seemed to think better of, and her eyes fixed on the corner of the room as she thought. “Would you say that you want to be a good person, Davis?”

“You know I do. I told anyone who would listen at first that I never wanted to kill. I didn't have another way to keep myself in check. I tried to make up for it with my day job, but at night I-”

She held up a hand, stood quickly, and shook her head. “I know what you did, and I think I know why. We brought you here because we thought you were a wilful killer. I don't believe that about you anymore. There was another Kryptonian like you, except without a Doomsday. He's helping a race of aliens take over this planet. They want us dead or enslaved. A few years ago, when we first brought you in, you were the worst thing we could think of. That opinion has changed. I have a son, and we're at war. He needs a bodyguard.”

Davis didn't say anything. He could hear a question in her words, but he worried he was projecting his hopes onto them. Maybe all she was saying was that they couldn't keep him locked up anymore. Maybe they had found some way to finish him off for good.

“If my son is safe with you, if Doomsday remains calm in his presence, will you guard him for me?”



Edited at 2011-01-02 09:34 am (UTC)
nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:35 am (UTC)
Re: Remember my apocalypse kink? More of the same. Part IV
He didn't know why he asked, but he needed to know. “What about his father?”

Her green eyes shut, face thrown into blankness as she took the pain bravely. He tried not to breathe too loudly, or hope what she would tell him next. Davis thought he knew.

“His father died fighting the alien invasion. Our numbers are greatly decreased from when we were able to capture you. Very soon I'd have little choice except to free you, but I thought it was worth asking you to stay and fight with us.”

She turned to stare fully at him, eyes running over shackles and his sweaty face. Davis was suddenly aware of how unhinged he must have seemed, how infrequently the guards bothered to hose him down properly. He felt like a stinking, ugly monster; guilty of everything anyone had accused him of being.

“I want to help,” he said quietly. “I'll guard your son, I'll do whatever you want. I just – I need to stay close to you, or I won't be in control.”

There was hardness in her gaze when she nodded, a kind of bleak understanding they would likely be amongst the last standing. Agent Sullivan reached into the pocket of her tight little uniform jacket and brought out a key. She held it up for a moment to let him realize the enormity of her actions. She was going to free him. For the first time in over a year, he wouldn't be in chains. It was funny how the physical chains had faded into the background since they'd started their odd relationship.

“Before you sign up, I should tell you we're badly outnumbered. We have weapons that work, somewhat, but we have to get too close to use them. Every battle costs most of the people who go,” she told him. “If you're not willing, please give me time to make other arrangements for Benjamin. We can't keep you here by force, and I won't guilt anyone into staying. If there's someone you want to see again, you should make that visit now and you should make it count.”

Davis shook his head. He didn't have anyone, he'd never really had anyone. Agent Sullivan took his shackles off slowly, as if they would tear his skin if removed more quickly. She let them drop to the floor and stood back to allow him to rise fully. His back cracked with a jarring pressure, but it felt good compared to his prisoner's bench.

“I'm in,” he said firmly. “One thing, though. Tell me your name?”

She had to look up to him now, and he realized she was just tiny. He would have to protect her and her son, even when she was being impossibly stubborn.

“Chloe.”

He put his hand out, aware of the roughness of his palm, but knowing she had to accept him like this. Chloe shook his hand with a strong grip, her little hand fighting to get the higher grip on his. He smiled, and saw a glimpse of her teeth shine whitely from between her twisted lips.

“I'll take you around, and then you can meet Benjamin,” she said, leading him out of his cell.
vagrantdream
Jan. 4th, 2011 05:40 am (UTC)
Re: Remember my apocalypse kink? More of the same. Part IV
I'm coming back with a proper comment, but you have clearly engineered this with a very specific kink in mind, and one that I have acquired.
OW to the horrendous tortures and the matter-of-fact way Davis realtes them. Sw to arms and legs? O-o
You go Doomsday, my BB. EAT THOSE SADISTS.

OH! to enforcery iron clad Agent! Chloe with pencil skirts and pregnancy hormones. Ho to the bond that is forming between them already and Davis's immediate need to adore and protect and hold and rub her baby-aching back.

She turned to stare fully at him, eyes running over shackles and his sweaty face. Davis was suddenly aware of how unhinged he must have seemed, how infrequently the guards bothered to hose him down properly. He felt like a stinking, ugly monster; guilty of everything anyone had accused him of being.

Oh Davis, your woobie love is killing me here. This moment is just so naked. Don't break him. Don't break him Chloe!
Oh she broken him. OUT. hehe.
<3

Also, in my head Benjamins father is lex, awesome BAMF reisistance leader who is now sadly done. OT3 yay!
nonky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 09:45 am (UTC)
Aiden/Rebecca drabbles, NC-17, Being Human(US) Spoilers, Warning for sex and violence
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or characters and I'm not making money on them.


She is pale enough to be a Rebecca in a classic novel, though her eyes are too sharp and bold. She is too smart overall, and far too educated. No self-respecting woman he'd known in life would have wanted to be a nurse, let alone spent the time and money to work endless overtime.

She is, naturally, nowhere near chaste. It would be a challenge to find someone who hadn't had sex by their twenties, and not the kind of challenge he enjoyed. It was easy enough to find women who make him feel dirty and ashamed to touch them.

She's like a mix of his favourite gin and tonic, bitter but exactly what he ordered. Aiden figured it would be wasteful not to drink her.


Aiden lost the ability to give very soon after arriving in his new existential tax bracket. He could track emotions and feel the needs thrumming under the flesh of the people standing like a warm, delicious flock of sheep around him. He could tell which of them needed a smile and distant kindness, which of them needed some harmless flirting, which of them could be lured by the promise of a fix, who amongst them wanted to die.

He sucked hard on Rebecca and let his jaw work gently on her soft, pliant sprawl. Her cunt around his face was damp with hormones he'd brought out in her. This was his way, to be a death she could coo and moan out in orgasmic surrender.

She told everyone she liked his sense of humour. Aiden knew she was lying so they didn't judge her – she'd wanted him to eat her up.

He rose on steady arms, moving up the bed into her embrace. He'd give her what she wanted.
vagrantdream
Jan. 3rd, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
Re: Aiden/Rebecca drabbles, NC-17, Being Human(US) Spoilers, Warning for sex and violence
She's like a mix of his favourite gin and tonic, bitter but exactly what he ordered. Aiden figured it would be wasteful not to drink her.

Oh Aidan.


I am very much gratified by how dirty this is, and by the little touches of insight into Aidan's head. Rebecca's sweet, but not so innocent that he has to warn himself away.... and
He sucked hard on Rebecca and let his jaw work gently on her soft, pliant sprawl. Her cunt around his face was damp with hormones he'd brought out in her. This was his way, to be a death she could coo and moan out in orgasmic surrender.
DAMN.

...haha orgasms as the only acceptable form of death for Aidan now. There you go Roland Barthes, although it turns out to be totally literal in this case.

She'd wanted him to eat her up.
Don't we all? It's quite refreshing to have Rebecca as a character. She's like... a voice for our inner Aidan lust.

In conclusion this=awesome. And YAY Chlavis apocalypse fic!
vagrantdream
Jan. 3rd, 2011 10:37 pm (UTC)
we both go down together (aidan/rebecca, r)
Wayyy too long for this comment box so...
 Here.
vagrantdream
Jan. 18th, 2011 04:17 am (UTC)
the third road to hell (chloe/davis, nc-17)
Here.

In an isolated cell with Davis/Doomsday, Chloe gets a deadly viral fever. Doomsday and Davis both revert to their basic instincts. Sex. Blood.
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