Five Acts Meme

[jay_moose]

Oh, yeah. I totally went there.

Five Acts 

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

1) Friction/Frottage
2) Unrequited
3) First time (awkwardness/imperfect sex)
4) Threesome
5) UST

So many kinks, so little time

Fandoms (I chose my 'active' ones. I think that made sense. I don't want to appear ~limited~)

Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Sam/Cas(/Gabriel), Gabriel/Anyone (My Fandom Bicycle, i think), Crowley/Gabriel

Jeeves and Wooster: Jeeves/Bertie, Claude/Eustace

A Bit of Fry and Laurie: Tony/Control, Jack/Neddy, John/Peter, The Assistant/Anyone

House MD: House/Wilson, House/Wilson/Chase, Kutner/Cole

Good Omens: Crowley/Aziraphale

Things I've Written:

Sam/Gabriel, Body Shyness, for wolfish_willow 

Jack/Ianto, Need, for tiptoe39 

Dean/Castiel, Accidental Stimulation,   for sycophantastic (Or, later affectionately referred to as Angel of the Bender)

Boq/Nessa, Quiet Night-Schmoop, for nightswhisper 



Written for me:

Gabe/Cas, Dean/Cas - UST, Unrequited, + touches of others - by nightswhisper 

Crowley/Gabriel, UST, unrequited, friction by tiptoe39 

Comments

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

I will have to remember these kinks. Hmm.

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

I didn't put C2/Neddy 'cause C2, despite being scripted, is more fanon than anything, the poor dear

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

He's too awesome for canon!

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

That he is

Crowley/Gabriel, UST, unrequited, friction

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

This was the sort of thing that ought to make Gabriel want to hang up his hat. It was embarrassing. Just past the turn of the 20th century, and he was sitting in a cafe in London, looking dapper in his cravat, and pining.

When was the last time he pined? Had to have been decades. Centuries, even. But this was undeniable. He was stuck.

He'd been having coffee with this guy for a week or two now, and granted he was a demon (he was pretty sure his own identity was still safe, though), but darn it all if this Crowley fellow wasn't clever as hell. And kind of adorable, to boot. Gabriel actually had to concentrate to keep up with him, which was a feat.

But Crowley was interested in one thing, and it wasn't, sadly enough, Gabriel's more than willing human body.

"You know what I think?" he said earlier that afternoon, smiling his toothy smile over a cappuccino's sparse steam. "I think you're playing with me. That's dangerous, you know."

"No more than I play with anyone," Gabriel said. "A little less, even."

"I'm not worth the full treatment, then?"

"Maybe you're just too special to me." Gabriel cocked his head.

"You're an incorrigible flirt, Mr. Stevens." Never had Gabriel wanted more to grab someone and hiss his true name in their ear. But word might get out. "You're lucky I care too much about our friendship to take advantage."

"You tried to buy my soul twice already," Gabriel pointed out. "That's not exactly a token of affection."

"On the contrary," Crowley said, taking a sip from the tiny cup. "It's proof of it. What I can't figure out is, why you won't accept my currency."

"What?" Gabriel stood, irked. "Money? Fame? See, that's why I feel unloved, here. I'm not your usual mark, Crow. And for what it's worth, the one thing I might want from you? The one thing I don't think you're giving me no matter what I promise you."

It hadn't been smart of him to storm away, then, but he wasn't in the mood for the usual wheedling. He was sick of wanting, and sick of trying to stop himself from wanting.

He was also being slammed against bricks.

"You think I don't know what you want?" Crowley's voice hot in his ear. Waistcoat pressed against his chest hard enough that Gabriel could feel the buttons. "Let me take a wild guess. More suited to an alleyway than a crossroads, is it?"

Gabriel swore to a God he was sure Crowley didn't approve of. "Let me go."

"I want your soul, Stevens. I want it so bad I can taste it. You think I'm above a little bump-and-grind to get what I want?"

And he was grinding, the bastard, hard, and Gabriel was hard against him. "You can't-- have it," he whispered through ragged gasps of breath, his hips starting to roll into Crowley's, his hands still pinned uselessly against the wall.

"I'm well versed in sensual torture," Crowley muttered, darting in to lick his neck. "I can make you say yes."

"You don't understand." Gabriel keened, struggled. "I could say yes till I'm blue in the face and you still--"

Crowley kissed him.

Gabriel moaned, kissed back, tried to keep the contact going, but all too soon it was gone, and Crowley was staggering back, staring at him.

"You were right," he said, touching his mouth with anxious fingers, shaking a little. "I can't. Your soul--- why-- what are you?"

Gabriel looked at him levelly. And under that steady gaze, the last of Crowley's confidence stumbled and fell. He flickered and disappeared.

And now, a day later, Gabriel was back at the cafe. A cappuccino steamed, untouched, across from him. Crowley wasn't coming back.

Re: Crowley/Gabriel, UST, unrequited, friction

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

OMG. This. You. Did i mention in-characterization was my BIGGEST kink? Is it? it should be, cause holy shit thank you.

I loved this- the not pining. The banter about souls.

Oh, lord. You are a clever, wonderful, fantastic miss. That end? Crowley getting shaken up, realizing there's a reason he can't have Gabriel's soul. (Undercover!Pagan!WitnessprotectionGabeFTW)

God. I'm using way too much OMG/God/Lord in a comment about an archangel and a demon.

Re: Crowley/Gabriel, UST, unrequited, friction

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

You are so, SO welcome. I enjoyed writing them. Broken!Gabriel is my favorite, so I enjoyed breaking him. And you can imagine trying to suck the soul from an archangel and failing miserably would scare the hell even out of Crowley.

I'm glad it worked!!! :D

Re: Crowley/Gabriel, UST, unrequited, friction

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

HOW DID YOU HIDE THIS FROM ME.

WHAT IS THIS GLORIOUS -

My god but this hits all my buttons. This is amazing. All of it.

Re: Crowley/Gabriel, UST, unrequited, friction

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

eeeeeeeeeeee :D I'm glad you liked it! :D

[nightswhisper.livejournal.com]

Okay sooo I wasn't gonna say anything yet, but... I need to ask. Are you squicked by dubcon? What I"m working on might be considered that as well...and I want to kill the bunny now if so. >.o

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

Not squicked :D

Don't kill the bunny. In fact, let the bunny breed..and multiply..

Gabe/Cas, Dean/Cas - UST, Unrequited, + touches of others - PG-13

[nightswhisper.livejournal.com]

I have...no clue if this works for you dear, if not I'll gladly write something else. But the bunny bit and wouldn't let go.

---

He could feel the other angel’s frustration. Even outcast as they both were, there was nothing that the younger one could conceal from him. He was too young, too late, too untrained. He felt the desperation in his search through the worlds that he had continued to make, teasing him, spinning him in circles. Clearly he had figured out his tricks and his games. Finally Castiel had recognized this play as a form of distraction.

Gabriel was beginning to think that the younger angel would have never caught on. But it was too soon yet, and so he did the only thing he could think of. He’d give his brethren everything he wanted but never knew he did. Or, rather, would never know he did.

Even in their utmost youth, Castiel had always been the shy one. He was also one of the most beautiful of their numbers. His vessel did his true beauty no justice. Yet he was unaware of his own strength and ignorant of the greedy eyes that cast their thoughts upon him. Gabriel would be lying if he said that he was not one of them. He too had craved the other, a desire that waxed and waned through time and faces. But now he believed he saw the key, as strange as it was.

When Castiel managed to break through his barrier he stood before him. Not as himself, no, but as the elder Winchester--the one Castiel had been sent to retrieve and protect. After all these years of observance Gabriel was a master at mimicking the other man’s mannerisms. And little Castiel was still not keen enough to recognize his illusion. At least, not yet.

To Castiel he had just entered a plush room, with cheesy music flowing about, and Dean clad in an open shirt and slacks. Gabriel swallowed for a moment as he saw the other angel pause in his mission as he took in the sight, but soon pushed away the tingling in his senses for reality. Gabriel was almost not quick enough.

“Cas! There you are. Where’ve you been man? “ He held his hand up, looking around the room as if he too was just seeing where he was. “Oh you are NOT telling me…I'm going to kill that bastard.” He groaned in a way that he was sure even Dean would be proud of.

“Dean. The trickster is not what he seems—“ Castiel walked closer to him. “I don’t have much time…”

“Actually, you probably do. From the looks of it, you’re my co-star.” He yelled up at the ceiling a string of profanities. Who knew cursing yourself could be so much fun?

“Dean, he’s—“

“No, Cas…just…” Gabriel sighed. “Look, just shut up, and let me get this over with. Otherwise, I go down. And if he’s going to make me go at it with a dude, at least it’s you. You get tossed out of here and I get stuck as someone’s bitch. So for the love of what little damn dignity I’ll have left…”

Castiel paused, conflicted. Gabriel had a hard time restraining his triumph. Though a trace of doubt was there. There was something beyond the need to keep him safe from the master plan of, well, him. Something possessive, worried, a tension he wasn’t sure the angel fully realized. Before his brother could think too hard on the matter he grabbed Castiel’s tie. And in a point-blank manner pulled him to his mouth.

His younger brother had always been so easy. In all reality he probably could have pursued his desire ages ago. But there was innocence to Castiel that had always kept him from doing so. But his brethren had changed him. The Winchesters had changed him. None of that mattered. At the moment all he cared about was driving the younger angel to the nearest wall. A small thud and a gasp from Castiel indicated their arrival.

Pressing his weight into the other angel, Gabriel suppressed his own desire to some extent. Castiel’s guard was still up. He was so tense, so unsure. Gabriel reeled himself in before he gave himself away. Castiel’s enthusiasm betrayed him. Too quickly was he pressing back into the other form. Too soon he gripped the other’s neck with his hand to anchor him. His inexperience showed, but his willingness to compensate with eagerness o only made this sweeter. It also succeeded in making Gabriel feeling slightly guilty. But then again, wasn’t he giving Cas something he’d never chase after himself?

Re: Gabe/Cas, Dean/Cas - UST, Unrequited, + touches of others - PG-13

[nightswhisper.livejournal.com]

“Dean we—“ the name that wasn’t his shook him back into character.

“Cas. Trust me.” He tilted his head to kiss a trail up the angel’s neck. “I got you.”

“Shouldn’t be like this.” Castiel murmured unable to restrain himself when Gabriel’s hands wrapped around him to grab his ass. Involuntarily he bucked forward, his growing arousal brushing through cloth against a similar marker that had been at attention longer then Gabriel hoped Cas realized.

“You’re kidding, right Cas?” Gabriel snorted. Was his brother really that stupid? He thought as he made quick work of the coat and belt. If only he could give himself away he wouldn’t have to be stuck doing this manually. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll wait for that bastard to send me someone else. Tell me you haven’t watched me sleep, wondering if I’d ever dream of you. Thought of planting those images yourself.”

Castiel only gasped into the lips that made their way down his chest when his shirt came undone. He clutched at the fabric around the other’s shoulders, pulling it down until it lazily hung around his elbows. “I want this.” He finally agreed.

“But you don’t.” His eyes sobered, suddenly unsure of what he was doing.

“Idiot.” Gabriel cursed form his position half way down Castiel’s body. A look of realization flooded over Castiel. The haze lifted from his eyes. Gabriel didn’t have to ask to know that his game was up.

“Brother.” Castiel gasped, seeming conflicted only.

“Even if that idiot didn’t, he’d be a damn fool for it.” Gabriel, appearing to be quite himself stood up to face the other angel. Castiel tensed but didn’t back away. “You can’t possibly be blind to all the exceptions you are for him. Even if he won’t admit it. And he probably won’t.” Sadness flickered across Castiel’s face, and that hurt Gabriel a little more than he thought it would.

“But I can, Cas.” He muttered, leaning forward to grip the younger’s shoulder, his hand trailing back up to the other’s face as it changed back into a more familiar shape. “I could even be him…or bring him into this very situation. I could hide you to be of a form he’d… find more appealing.” He offered.

Castiel frowned, lowering his head so that he glared up at Gabriel. Before he could open his mouth he continued. “Think about it. They’re safe here in this little game of mine. He’d never know the difference. You wouldn’t have to fight anymore. None of you would.”

As he spoke he moved into Castiel’s breathing space. The ally of the Winchester’s hadn’t moved out. Experimentally he let his hands fall down to Castiel’s hips. The stare continued. Hopefully he brought his mouth back to the other’s. Part of him was proud of Castiel, for embracing his desire and indulging in fantasy. Part of him was hollow knowing that it was an illusion he partook in.

It was more of a pride issue, then anything. Though the thought of being desired for being himself was something he hadn’t realized he’d missed in his years of exile. He found his doubts lost in the calloused hands of Castiel as he lifted his hands to Gabriel’s arms. As they slid up to his shoulders, Castiel broke away. He stared at the blemish of skin that molded to the form of his hand.

“What is it?” Gabriel, in the husk of Dean’s voice, asked. Had he forgotten something?

Castiel gripped the hand mark before letting Gabriel go. The hollowness he felt before him took Gabriel aback. Castiel shook his head solidly, once. “It’s not right. It’s empty.”

Gabriel nodded, swallowing hard. He could make everything appear just as he was. But he could not fake a connection between souls that would be formed from the task Castiel had preformed. He tried to smile it off, to offer a sly remark, but Castiel’s entire posture had turned cold, and in a flutter Castiel was gone from the room leaving Gabriel stunned for the briefest of moments—abandoned by his kind again.

In another room of his design he heard the Winchester he had mimicked greet Cas in relief… and promptly ask where his shirt was. Gabriel snorted. If there was one thing he had learned, there was always an opportunity for games. He wasn’t giving up. Castiel would come around. Until then, he had a mission—to keep pesky siblings from ruining his real fun.

Re: Gabe/Cas, Dean/Cas - UST, Unrequited, + touches of others - PG-13

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

First of all, get out of my head. I didn't tell anyone about my need for Gabe-as-Dean for Cas to show him the ropes.

I. Told. Nobody.

That being said, oh my god. This is..amazing. Bittersweet. Warm, and slightly painful.

Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll wait for that bastard to send me someone else. Tell me you haven’t watched me sleep, wondering if I’d ever dream of you. Thought of planting those images yourself.” uh, yes please.

And how Gabriel did set out with the right intent, in pure Gabriel fashion, and it ended up biting them both, in a sense.

It's not right..it's empty Oh, Cas..

Castiel was gone from the room leaving Gabriel stunned for the briefest of moments—abandoned by his kind again. Boys, you break me, really


Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Re: Gabe/Cas, Dean/Cas - UST, Unrequited, + touches of others - PG-13

[nightswhisper.livejournal.com]

XD Dude. I'm stealing someone's ideas for a change! WHOO! *dances* That being said, I'm terribly sorry for doing so.

And Gabe is SO onto Cas and his little crush even if Cas isn't. And that makes me smile.

I'm happy you think it went along with Gabe's sense of self because I've never written him before...so I was a lil' scared, to be honest.

You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome! It was a joy to write. :) I'm just happy ye like!

Re: Gabe/Cas, Dean/Cas - UST, Unrequited, + touches of others - PG-13

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have been able to tell it was your first time writing Gabriel!

[xarixian.livejournal.com]

XD I love that you slash Fry and Laurie characters! They're half hour long sketches! I will totally remember this when I'm watching it :P

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

Oh god, you're ruined for life. Tony/Control? you NEVER considered slashing Major Donaldson/Friederich von stoltz? GET THAT ARSE

[xarixian.livejournal.com]

XD Well the last one is already slash, they don't need my help

A-MAZ-ing

[scrowley007.livejournal.com]

That was fantastic. Really, really, really fantastic.

The ending made me so sad, though... :'(