Zero

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2009-07-20T04:32:29Z

She'd always known exactly how difficult seeing Tony on any kind of a serious basis would be, but this, she wasn't prepared for this in the slightest. It didn't make the idea any less attractive, after all, Steve was definitely gorgeous, and he had the right amount of nervousness about the whole prospect to be completely charming, but in a vastly different way than Tony could ever hope to be.

"Are you--?" Pepper cut him off with a kiss, throwing her arms around his neck, her hands linking behind his head. She had to pop up onto her toes to kiss him at all, Steve seemed impossibly tall, even in her best heels. Tony stood at the bar, swirling the glass in his hand, watching the little whirlpool of scotch go 'round and 'round. When Pepper pulled away, Steve's befuddled look was so sweet she wanted to cuddle him for a little bit before mauling him. He glanced to Tony, who simply nodded, raising his glass. What Pepper wanted, Pepper got, and the set of her jaw and the look on her face showed Tony exactly how much she liked the idea of Steve's hands on her body.

Steve lifted her into his arms, cradling her like a starlet in a '30's epic, and carried her to the couch. The dress came free of her body with a simple tug, slithering to the floor in a cascade of silk. Pepper was bare beneath it. Steve's breath caught in his throat. She smiled, and guided his hand to her breast. His fingertips were callused, rougher than Tony's, who'd never seen an honest day's work in his life. It sent a shiver through her, and she looked back at him as he sat at the bar, watching them now. He met her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Hers raised back at him as Steve's palm slid over her breast, coaxing the pale and rose-colored nipple to full hardness. She gulped back the soft little sigh of pleasure as his lips met her neck.

Steve still hadn't gotten used to women having no hair between their thighs. He supposed it was one of the things that would continue to mystify him, but he didn't waste time dwelling on it, not with Pepper opening his jeans with deft and agressive movements of her long-fingered hand. She slid those fingers inside, brushing over the base of his cock, before drawing him out, into open air. He wasn't as long as Tony, but God was he thick. Her hand would barely close around him, and she stroked him as he sucked at her neck. When she slid her leg over his hip and poised herself above him, he looked up, meeting her eyes for a second before she closed them. Then he was inside her, and she was hot, and she was tight, and he felt like he might explode instantly. His eyes opened, and he met Tony's eyes, Tony watching, one hand sliding over the bulge hidden by his thousand dollar slacks, watching his assistant-slash-girlfriend beginning to ride his best friend. It was definitely one of the strangest nights he had ever spent that didn't, in some way, involve the shield and costume.

Pepper took a moment to get used to Steve's girth, her hands on his shoulders, her back arched, her eyes closed. She was always the type of girl who closed her eyes at the moment of penetration, an almost sacrosanct act to her, one that she had to enjoy in her own kind of privacy. Then she was moving atop him, feeling the faint burn of herself stretching to accomodate him with every shift and resettling of her hips. She knew Tony was there, watching, could feel his eyes sliding over the pale curves of her hips, could feel his stare. She imagined that he wouldn't be able to control himself, that he'd have to come and join her. Join them.

She imagined right. After long moments, she heard the glass set itself on the table next to the couch, and felt Tony's hand on her shoulder. Steve tensed below her, and she nodded, leaning back into his touch, turning to mouth his fingertip as it traced her lower lip. Then Tony's hand were spreading her open, pulling the creamy white cheeks of her ass wide. She felt his cock, slickened with his spit, pressing against her entrance, and she gasped, biting his fingertip.

"Try and relax," Tony murmured softly as he began to press into her, past that bundle of nerves and ring of muscle, entering her slowly. Pepper thought perhaps that was for Steve's benefit more than hers, and closed her eyes again, her body pressing down on Steve's, breasts flattened against the hard planes of his muscles, missing completely the look exchanged by Steve and Tony as they began to alternate thrusts, setting of sparks of liquid fire within her.

It was difficult dating Tony Stark. But the perks, oh they were the best part of the job.

downinthezero @ 2004-07-20T02:35:00

2004-07-20T06:50:29Z

This started as something for the slash100 "candy" challenge. It quickly got out of control.

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (pre-series)
Pairing: Xander/Jesse
Rating: PG

Valentine's Day always sucked, Xander thought, dragging his feet on the way to school. Jesse fell into step with him at the usual intersection. They nattered on about comics, about the possibility of hooking up with high school girls next year.

Boy talk.

He drifted aimlessly through school, watching people he hated, people who hated him, trade cards and gifts.

The final bell sang release from purgatory, and he made his way to his locker. A card, with candy hearts was taped to his locker.

Be Mine one said. Love You on the other.

No name.

Jesse walked with him on the way home. They talked about the innocent things of youth again, this time debating who would win in a fight, Batman or Superman.

(For the record, Jesse sided with Superman.)

When they reached Jesse's house, they went into the basement to watch tv. Xander mentioned the card and the candy hearts. Jesse smiled the sheepish smile of a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar before dinner, and pulled a bag of candy hearts from his knapsack.

"What?" Xander's fingertips went all tingly with the surprise.

"I just didn't want you going through it all, thinkin' that nobody loved you, man. You're my best friend."

Jesse squeezed Xander's hand. When he was done, their hands stayed one atop the other.

Halfway through Thundercats, Jesse summoned the courage to lay his head against Xander's shoulder.

Xander's first kiss came from his best friend, just before the credits of
Night Court. His mouth still tasted faintly of chalky candy hearts, and all Xander could think was, Be Mine.

downinthezero @ 2004-06-06T07:29:00

2004-06-06T11:50:47Z

Gunn/Fred/Angel. DEFINITELY rated NC-17.

Fred Burkle doesn't believe in coincidence. No good scientist should, really.

That means, she was supposed to walk back into the building from the parking garage because she forgot an important report. She was meant to not find it, forgetting for the moment that she had already passed it along to Harmony, to give it to Angel.

Fred took the elevator up, tapping her toe lightly to the muzak without realizing it. She hadn't eaten all day, and was mentally inventorying her fridge when the elevator door opened. She had the report in hand, snatched up off Harmony's desk, when she heard the grunting coming from Angel's office.

She crossed the room slowly, hand fluttering at the door, not knowing wehter to knock or not...and she remembered the mystery parasite, the one that made him hallucinate, the one Eve might have put on Angel while he slept, and decided that safe was better than sorry, and she had to check, just to make sure he wasn't having his unlife sucked out of him by something squishy.

She froze half-way into the office, and her jaw worked open and shut quietly. Stunned was not the word.

Gunn was in there with Angel. No. Gunn was in Angel. She was reasonably sure of it, even though the angle of her vision wasn't good enough to see. Gunn's Brooks Brothers slacks were neatly folded and hanging over the back of the chair nearby. Angel was lying on his back, his legs were up on Gunn's shoulders. The grunts were coming from Angel.

Fred's knees went wobbly. She clinically noted the rush of heat that flooded outward from beneath her skirt, making her extremeties all tingly. Her glasses, forgotten on the top of her head, fell to the bridge of her nose when she tilted her head suddenly downward.

He can smell me, she thought. I watch them for much longer, and he'll smell me. He'll know I know...whatever it is I know.

Gunn shifted his positioning a bit, doing something with his hips that made Angel bite his lip and whimper, and Fred's thoughts broke up and flew away like a flock of birds. She eased the door closed, and leaned against it heavily, squeezing her thighs together, feeling as though her legs might give out.

Angel let out a low groan that sent a wave of pleasure through Fred's body. She almost had an orgasm just from the sound he was making.

Oh, God, she thought, he looks so pretty when he's being fucked...

She didn't even realize that she was sighing, no, moaning, until Angel looked straight at her. He closed his eyes for a moment, and re-opened them when his face morphed, and his cock spurted.

"Gunn," he choked out, "We have company. She looks like she could use a hand...why don't you go give her one?"

She didn't believe in coincidence, she thought as Charles picked her up and set her on the desk. This was meant to be.

When her leg was up, resting on Gunn's shoulder, even that mantra went away, swallowed up by pure feeling.

For Ambs.

2004-06-04T08:33:32Z

Gunn gently removed Wesley's glasses. He smirked, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth like his mom used to do so long ago.

"Gonna break these, fallin' asleep in 'em, English," he said softly, folding the glasses, and setting them on the table next to the couch. He turned the book Wes had been reading, shaking his head at the incomprehensible language etched on the spine.

"Too smart f'r your own good," he said, closing the book gently. He stood, hand braced in the small of his back, and stretched, sighing when a kink in his back popped softly. He looked to the closed door of Cordelia's bedroom.

"Shit. Only one blanket, and Stick-Figure Barbie's out like a light." He looked to the ceiling, hopeful. "Dennis. You up, dawg?"

No response. Great.

Gunn sighed, and sat next to Wes as best as he could, shaking out the blanket over the both of them, trying to get comfortable without waking the other man. He settled for resting his head against Wesley's shoulder, and closed his eyes.

Cordelia had better not say a word in the a.m.

downinthezero @ 2004-05-28T06:49:00

2004-05-28T11:07:41Z

It takes a telephone call to bring her back to California.

When she steps off the plane and breathes in the air, she knows, deep in the pit of her stomach that something has gone horribly bad. There's a wrongness in the air, and it isn't just the smog. Faith hails a cab, and in 45 minutes, she's at the barricade around the entrance to Wolfram and Hart.

It's in shambles.

The worst thing about seeing all the glass broken out, every floor exposed to the sunlight is the knowing that somehow, Angel is dead. If he wasn't, the building certainly wouldn't be looking like this, would it?

She stumbles away, in a sort of fugue, not really knowing where to go, what to do, how to react.

She almost collides with a blonde girl sitting on the curb, looking into the gutter, watching rainwater swirl and rush by.

When Faith drops onto the curb next to her, Nina looks up, tears streaking her face.

That's how they first meet. Later, there are drinks shared in a bar Nina knows on the college campus. Faith tells Angel stories for hours. When they're far past hammered, she gets them home safely.

Faith cries herself to sleep with her head in Nina's lap that first night.

"It's all such a fucking waste," she slurs for the seventh time. Nina just nods, and clutches tightly to a plane ticket she never redeemed, hoping that Angel would have been standing there at the airport, asking her not to go.

Sometimes, dreams just die. The people left behind have to go on.