ADVENT STORIES FOR
DECEMBER 19

Clark/Lex

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Harry/Snape

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KIRK/SPOCK

Title: Christmas Carol Logic
Author: Cassandra
RATING: G
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek
Disclaimer. I don't own Kirk or Spock or any Christmas Carols
Note: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at:
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Feedback Email address: zinelady@hotmail.com

CHRISTMAS CAROL LOGIC

"I'm sorry Spock, I shouldn't have insisted you try the eggnog."

"Quite all right, Captain. I'm sure the affects will wear off soon. I believe I have stopped vomiting."

"That's good. I didn't realize you had that much of a lactose intolerance."

"I do not. I am assuming that the combination of the milk and eggs caused my difficulties."

"And maybe the brandy that Bones spiked it with."

"Indeed. Excuse me Captain. I must visit the facilities."

"Quite all right, Spock. Go ahead. I'll just put on some Christmas music while you're gone."

*Christmas carols playing in the background.*

"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me..."

"I did not know that you enjoyed singing, Captain."

"Oh, there you are, Spock. Well, I usually just sing in the shower, but there's something about Christmas carols that make me want to sing along. Bones usually says that when I sing I sound like a Denebian slime devil in heat."

"Indeed."

"Not you too. I thought you loved me."

"From what I understand, loving someone does not change one's hearing, Jim."

"I don't know, I thought you sung pretty good that one time with the Platonians."

"Perhaps I am wrong, Captain. Loving me has made you tone deaf."

"Anyway, you don't have to have a great singing voice to sing Christmas carols, Spock."

"Just a leave from your senses."

"Wait a minute. What do you mean?"

"After studying these so called Christmas carols, I've come to the conclusion that they are illogical."

"Give me an example."

"The Twelve Days of Christmas. Why would one want a bird in a fruit tree? Would it not eat the fruit? And as far as I know, turtles cannot fly. It is against the laws of physics. Having 184 birds in one place would be most unsanitary. Forty gold rings would be avaricious as well as illogical as one would only have 10 fingers to wear rings on. And in most civilized worlds it is illegal to own people, let alone, 324 people that the true love gives over the twelve days of Christmas."

"It's just a song."

"And it is difficult to believe that all a young earth child would want for Christmas is his two front teeth. From what I understand they usually have long lists of toys."

"I don't think a kid actually wrote that song."

"And Jingle Bells. At one moment, the singer is talking about how much fun it is to ride in an open sleigh in the snow and the next he is describing being thrown out into the cold snow, still wanting us to believe it is enjoyable."

"I don't know. If you remember, the singer was with Miss Fanny Bright at the time. If she got cold, he would have to warm her up and we all know the best way for two people to get warm."

"And if a child saw his mother kissing Santa Claus would that not cause him to believe that his mother was unfaithful to his father and lead to the necessity of therapy?"

"No, they would just explain to the kid that his father was really Santa Claus."

"Ahh, they would admit to lying to the child all those years. Perhaps you can explain the logic of wishing someone a Merry Christmas while holding them hostage until they get 'figgy pudding'."

"No, I wouldn't."

"Or perhaps how you can explain how a star can have a tail as big as a kite or a song have a voice as big as the sea? Or how can the town of Bethlehem sleep? Towns cannot sleep. And how can an ox and lamb keep time? They have no inbred sense of rhythm."

"Okay, okay. I admit it. Some of the Christmas carols can be silly."

"And illogical."

"And illogical, but they are still fun to sing and there is one that I particularly like. I've sung it over the years while we've been out in space."

"Which one is that?"

"I'll be Home for Christmas. You can plan on me. Please have snow And mistletoe And presents 'neath the tree. Christmas eve will find me Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams. Christmas eve will find me Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams If only in my dreams."

"That is a very pleasant song, Jim. Do you think I am going tone deaf? What are you hanging over us?"

"It's mistletoe. Would you like it to try out?"

"I have read of this tradition. It sounds very interesting."

*silence...few moans*

"Hey, Santa baby, won't you come and trim my Christmas tree?"

"Yes, I will, Captain. As soon as I return from the facilities."

End

Spike/Xander

Title: Spike’s Christmas Present
Author: Treacy PurpleSage
RATING: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Fandom, Buffy
Disclaimer. Appropriate Disclaimer (you know the drill).
Note: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at:
http://www.kardasi.com/Advent
Feedback Email address: treacysworld2000@yahoo.com 

SPIKE'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT

*Door creaks open*

“…”

“Spike?”

“Yes, Xander?”

“What is going on?”

“What does it look like?”

“You’re tied to a chair again.”

“Yes, Xander, I am aware of that.”

“But you’re naked too.”

“Still aware.”

“Who did this to you?”

“I did.”

“…”

“You tied yourself naked to a chair?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It’s a present.”

“A present?”

“For you.”

“You tied yourself naked to a chair as a present to me?”

“Happy Christmas.”

“Why do British people say Happy Christmas, I mean, doesn’t it say somewhere that it is Merry…”

“Xander! That’s not the point.”

“Right, you’re naked, tied to a chair as a Christmas present to me. Why is that?”

“You haven’t caught any of the more subtle methods I have tried, I didn’t think anything else would catch your attention.”

“…”

“Xander?”

“Yes?”

“Take off your clothes, blow me, let me blow you, do something.”

“Right, taking off my clothes…now what?”

“Come stand in front of me.”

“Like this?” *slurp* “Oh!”

*slurp!*

“Spike! Wow, that’s amazing!”

“Didn’t that demon of yours ever do this?” *slurp*

“No, she didn’t like it.”

“What about other girls?” *suck, lick, slurp*

“Cordelia would never either, and well, that’s it.”

“That’s pathetic.” *nibble, lick, suck*

“Not a way to get me warm up to you.”

*suck, swallow*

“Ugh, oh God! I take it back. Oh my God!”

*swallow, slurp, suck, suck*

“Oh, oh, I’m….!!!!”

*swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, lick, swallow*
“Very tasty.”

“Ugh, guh, zuh, guh.”

“Heh, heh.”

“Don’t be so…smug.”

“Bloody right I’ll be smug.”

“Shall I untie you now?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I want you to sit on my lap.”

“…”

“Come on, I know you want it.”

“But…but…but…”

“That’s the idea.”

“Cut it with the snark.”

“Come on, just sit down, I’m all slicked up already.”

“… you’re what?”

“Indeed, have a seat.”

“I… I… I’m not sure.”

“That’s progress, just have a seat.”

“What makes you think I even want this?”

“I have eyes, I notice how you look at me, how you looked at Angel. …Come one, I’m really dying here.”

“You could tell?!”

“There is not a human or demon within a hundred miles that doesn’t know.”

“Anya didn’t know.”

“Her ability for… denial is beyond comprehension. So…”
*gestures with head*

“That’s talented, how do you do that?”

“Have a seat and I’ll show you lots more tricks.”

*rustle, shuffle*

“Uh, um, I, uh.”

“Slowly sit down, and relax.”

“Uh…OH!…Oh my, that’s…oh…oh”

“Ugh, that’s it, good…just, keep going…yeah.”

“Oh God, I had no idea!”

“Yeah, just like that. Now…ugh…start moving.”

“Oh, oh, oh, OH!”

“Go Xander, yeah, just like that. Bloody hell!”

“Uh!”

“Fuck, fuck!”

“Uh!”

“Fuck, fuck!”

“Uh!”

“F…U…C…K!!!”

*whimper*

“Xander?”

“Gle…ze…buh.”

“Heh, heh. Damn that was amazing. You are so hot.”

“Ze…guh.”

“Me too pet, me too. Happy Christmas.”

END

JIM/BLAIR

Title: Equinox
Author/pseudonym: Kata Avalon
Fandom: Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: R
E-mail address for feedback: kata_avalon@yahoo.co.uk
Other websites: http://kavalon.moodyblusr.com
Disclaimers: No mine, but I’m working on it.
Notes: I was thinking of something with a Christmas theme and this is what I came up with.
Note: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at http://www.kardasi.com/Advent
Summary: Light overcoming darkness.
Warnings: none

EQUINOX

Jim was staring out the roof window, debating with himself whether to pretend to be sleeping or not. It would be mere pretend as he was unable to fall asleep and Blair knew that. Blair had known that the previous nights. Jim was not sure why he went on with the pretend. After all, he had had male lovers before, but they had all been for physical comfort and with Blair it was so much more. Or was it? Maybe Blair did not want more than a few hours of pleasure.

The thought depressed Jim. But he could comfort himself with the fact that Blair had continued to come up after the first night.

It had been an ordinary day and Jim was still not sure what had caused Blair to walk out of his room and up the stairs. Jim had opened his eyes to see Blair standing by his bed dressed in boxers, bathed in moon light and streaked with the light from the neon signs in the street. He had opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, for surely something was wrong. Blair rarely came upstairs, even in daytime. But Blair had pressed a finger on his lips to silence him, and then he had kissed him. And gone back downstairs to his room afterwards. Leaving Jim alone on a cooling bed, alone and confused.

And so this quiet affair had started, with not a word uttered.

An irrational part of Jim was afraid that words would end it all, would shatter the spell and leave him all alone again. A more rational part of his mind whispered that everyday life would transform everything into quarrels and uncomfortable silences. That this could not possibly last in harsh daylight.

But they could not go on like this indefinitely. Blair had taken the first steps on this weird journey; the next ones would have to be Jim’s. That was the one thing he was sure of.

It was tempting to remain in the dark, in the comfort of the soft night, but he wanted more. He wanted necking on the couch, stolen kisses in a store, comforting hugs and relaxing massages. Was it selfish to want more?

He could hear Blair getting up and walking out of his room. Could hear Blair walking slowly and carefully across the living room. He never turned on the lights.

What if Blair did not want anything more? What if this was all he was willing to give?

The stairs upstairs creaked softly. The sound was familiar by now.

Jim took a deep breath. He wanted to know, and he wanted more.

Jim watched silently as Blair walked toward him and sat down on the bed. Blair was looking at him curiously, as if he could sense that tonight would be different, that Jim was ready to come into the water.

“Blair?”

“Yes?” Blair was not going to make this any easier for him.

“Would you stay? Here, with me?” *Please, tonight and tomorrow and next decade.*

A relieved and joyful smile came to bloom on his lover’s face.

END

MISCELLANEOUS (JACK/DANIEL - SG-1)

Title: Blame it on Christmas!
Author: Mereridkat/Margaret Newman
RATING: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Fandom: Stargate
Disclaimer: I don't own them, though I wish I did. I'm not making any money at this, just enjoying the boys.
Note: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent
Author's note: Thanks to my pals at Preyland for the beta! This is a part of my "Jarod" series where Jack and Daniel are married, and have three boys, the oldest being Jarod. The other stories can be found at Area 52 archive.
Feedback Email address: mereridkat@aol.com

Blame it on Christmas!

It wasn't so much a Christmas celebration but a Christmas explosion. Wrapping paper, dead bows, empty boxes were tossed everywhere. Jack, a grumbling bear until their son woke up at 5am, was soon ensconced on the floor in front of the tree setting up Jarod's train set. It didn't matter that they had only drug themselves off to bed at 3:30am. Not that they could have talked Jarod into going back to bed...

Daniel stayed back, watching his boys, snapping pictures with the digital camera that Sam had given him. He loved them both so much, sometimes it made his chest hurt. Was it safe to be this happy? Something bad was going to happen... he just knew it. It wasn't just him and Jack now.

It always seemed that Jack was psychic because it really seemed like he could sense what Daniel was thinking.

Jack turned to look at him. "Daniel..."

"I'm fine. I'm going to start the water for some hot chocolate. We have to break for lunch soon. Don't forget we have company coming for dinner at five." Daniel smiled, shaking his head, and picking up some trash as he headed for the hallway.

"Daddy!" Jarod yelled, leaning up on his knees to see Daniel. "Don't forget the mashfellows!"

"Marshmellows!" Jack corrected. "Marshmellows!"

"Don't worry, Jarod. I won't forget the mashfellows." Daniel laughed, ignoring the look that Jack shot him.

This was their third Christmas as fathers, and each one seemed to be more insane than the last. Jack kept insisting that Jarod needed this toy or that. Daniel insisted on sensible things like books and clothing. Luckily, Jarod loved everything.

He had so much energy; it was hard to keep up with him after a day at the SGC. As soon as they got home, he wanted to play. He hated going to bed at night, and it was a constant fight. They would finally get him to sleep, settle down in their own beds and more often than not manage a single kiss before the Flying Object would land in the middle of them.

To say that they hadn't had actual full-on, all the way, blow the pipes clean sex in nearly two and a half weeks was no joke. Daniel had known it would be a challenge from the beginning, but he had thought with organization and determination, they would manage fine. He hadn't included Jarod's energy level, his night-owl personality, and his penchant for nightmares into the equation.

They had tried "date night" -something Jack had dredged up from when he had been married before. They tried it three times. Each time something bad happened. Now trying to get a babysitter was a major ordeal. Jarod had a reputation just as much as Jack did.

Daniel checked on the ham slow cooking in the oven. It smelled terrific, and seemed to be progressing quite nicely. The dishwasher was finished, so he started drying and putting the clean dishes away. Everything was pretty much ready for dinner with the gang. The others were bringing side dishes and pies, so all he and Jack had to provide was the main dish and a place to eat.

Of course with Jarod, the entertainment portion was covered.

He was reaching up to put some plates away when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist. Lips locked on to the side of his neck, and his knees went all wobbly.

"Jack!" He protested. "Don't get me started when we can't finish!"

"Who said we can't? Our little angel is passed out in front of the tree, clutching his Spiderman action figure-"

"Doll." Daniel chuckled, bringing up their long-standing argument. He leaned back against the strong chest.

"Action. Figure." Jack growled, and then he blew a raspberry in Daniel's right ear.

"Ja-ack!" Daniel's whole body quaked at that. If Jack hadn't been holding him, he probably would have collapsed on the floor.

"Come on." Jack held him until he was steady. "Doors are locked. No one is expected for hours. We'll go upstairs..."

"Too far away." Daniel shook his head. "Or don't you remember $500 worth of boiled tropical fish?"

"Den?" Jack cocked an eyebrow at him. He had turned Daniel around to face him, and how his hands were resting on his Spacemonkey's butt.

"Couch squeaks." He shook his head.

Jack frowned fiercely as he tried to think of an alternative location. When the smile drew his lips into a dangerous grin, Daniel tried to pull back.

"Now, Jack..."

"Now, Daniel. It's been three weeks since we had any good fun. I love my son, don't get me wrong, but if I don't get some action with my Spacemonkey today, I think I may just go blind." Jack had a good hold of Daniel's right wrist, and pulled him along until they reached the hall closet.

"Jack?" Daniel frowned as Jack opened the door. It was crowded with coats and toys, a box of Jarod's shoes that were missing mates or laces. "Not in the closet!"

"Why not? The sounds will be muffled. We're still close to Jarod. It's not like we haven't done it standing up before." He shoved the coats to one end, turned on the light, and pulled Daniel inside with him. He shut the door securely -thankfully Jarod wasn't tall enough to reach all the door handles yet. Then Jack produced a tube of Astroglide. "Drop 'em and prepare for the ride of your life!"

"Jack." Daniel shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. "We are not having sex in the hall closet."

"Why not?" Jack pulled off his sweater and t-shirt, undid his belt and started to unzip his pants. He was already hard.

"Because." Daniel frowned, staring at the chest he had had little contact with lately. He loved how he could make Jack whimper just by playing with his nipples.

"Because why?" Jack grinned, sensing he was winning. He rubbed a hand up over his chest. "The old flyboy don't interest you anymore? Maybe I've lost my mmmmppphhh." He found it hard to continue with Daniel's tongue in his mouth.

A warm hand was shoved down into Jack's pants, the heel of the hand pressing against the base of his cock while fingers stroked and massaged his balls. He jerked Daniel's sweatshirt and t-shirt up, and off. It got stuck on a hanger, and never fell all the way to the floor.

Jack kept one hand on the nape of Daniel's neck while his right hand tried desperately to get rid of Daniel's pants. They broke for air and Jack ordered, "Strip." Daniel obliged immediately.

He was whipped around, and pressed against the back wall of the closet. Jack spread his legs, and then his ass cheeks as he was quickly but thoroughly lubed up. He moaned when Jack's fingers disappeared but soon enough Jack was pressed against his backside, easily sliding his cock all the way in with one thrust.

"Oh, god." Daniel gasped, rolling his head back, angling around so they could kiss. Jack's fingers dug into his hips. "What are you waiting for? We don't have all day... he-ere." He voice cracked on the last word when Jack slowly pulled back and then slammed his cock back in.

"Good enough?" Jack chuckled hoarsely.

He set a fast pace, reaching a hand around to pump Daniel's cock in time with the thrust of his hips. They both reached the edge together at the same time, and burst over the beyond crying each other's name.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the closet. Jack leaned against the wall beside Daniel, holding on to him and holding him up. He swiped a hand over Daniel's sweaty forehead, clamping on to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a lover's kiss.

"I love you, Danny. Thank you for making my life worth living again." Jack leaned his head against the wall.

"Jack." Daniel sighed, giving the hairy chest a loving scratch. "Right back at you."

The first bang of the foot against the door made them both jump. Daniel started scrambling for clothes first.

"Hell-loooooow!" Jarod shouted at them. "Are you done yet? I'm hungry!"

"I'm going to kill him." Jack growled.

"You are not! Besides, we haven't eaten lunch yet." Daniel grinned, using Jack's t-shirt to wipe himself clean. "I'm starving."

"That's my t-shirt!" Jack protested.

"Here." Daniel handed it back to him.

The little foot banged again. "Hell-looow! Papa's beeper is jumpin' all over t'table!"

Pants were jerked up, shirts tugged back on, and they were out of the closet in a flash. Jarod was giggling and running for cover. Jack's beeper was not going off.

But Sam and Janet were standing there ready with the digital camera...

END