December 13

CRIME:

Sentinel - Jim/Blair

Author: kira-nerys
Title: Bare Assets
Pairing: J/B
Rating: PG
Summary: Blair’s got a bit of a fetish.
Fandom: Sentinel.
Note: PWP, and my first try, so be gentle. I’m no regular Sentinel writer.
Disclaimer: The Sentinel belong to Pet Fly Productions and Paramount. No infringement on copyright is intended. No money’s being made from this.
Feedback: kira at  kardasi dot com
URL: http://www.kardasi.com
Note: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar of 2004 at http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm

BARE ASSETS
By kira-nerys

God, he could look at that ass all day. Barely remembering to bite back the groan that wanted to escape, Blair cringed inwardly. Groaning aloud would be just swell, wouldn’t it? Kind of hard to explain away.

Blair truly wished that ogling Jim’s ass all day were an option, but there was a small, and probably intelligent, voice in his brain that kept warning him that he might get caught. He admitted that it was probably part of the thrill, but since he had no idea what would really happen if Jim caught him staring, Blair didn’t indulge very often. He was good enough at messing up as it was, and drooling all over his roommate’s hindquarters would probably be one giant mess – no pun intended.... It might even be enough to get him thrown out of the loft.

But, boy, was that a nice ass. Oh, yeah.

Blair got caught up in the view, as he had so many times before. Watching the enticing crease between those nicely shaped cheeks where the seam of the tight jeans seemed to cling just a little bit too tightly, where the worn denim revealed every muscle to perfection, was pure bliss.

His gaze followed the tantalizing flex of the muscle as Jim walked over to the sink and rinsed the lettuce. He kept watching when Jim moved back to cut the last of the vegetables into the giant salad he was making. Blair was entranced, that ass was really something else.

As Blair’s gaze wandered lower, those awesome buttocks turned into Jim’s muscular thighs that were equally impossible to pull his gaze away from. How would they feel, wrapped around his waist? And whoa! When had his obsession with Jim’s ass turned into an all out obsession about his entire body? When had the viewing of said body part turned into full-fledged sexual fantasies?

Blair frowned, and pulled his gaze away reluctantly. He really should be working, but it was kind of difficult when Jim was puttering around in the kitchen, wearing the tightest pair of jeans Blair had ever seen and giving him an unobstructed view of those very nice assets.

It was pretty safe to watch from a distance like this, when Jim assumed he was working on the dissertation. Blair made sure he tapped the keys at one point or another just to at least make a pretense at working. If he stopped, Jim might turn around and look at him. Blair wondered just how long it would take before Jim caught onto what was going on, before Jim realized that his young, very male roommate had the hots for him. He also wondered how long it would take for Jim to kick him out once he did figure it out.

Blair didn’t want to know, so he pulled his gaze away from the lovely view and went back to working on his dissertation. Maybe some day …

END

CRIME:

Sentinel - Jim/Blair

Author: Patt
Title: Adjustments-Part 1
Date: Your Choice
Fandom: Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair Harper/Meyers
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There are many changes in Harper and Meyer's lives. They find out that it affects Jim and Blair also.
Disclaimer: I had a dream that I made big money from this. Then I woke up and cried myself back to sleep.
Feedback address: PattRose1@aol.com
Advertisement: Part of the SAC-2004 at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm
Note: This is a sequel to What Were You Thinking, http://mymongoose.populli.net/mfob2/mfob2patt2txt.htm , What Now?, http://mymongoose.populli.net/ms2/patt3txt.htm, Needing Sandburg, http://mymongoose.populli.net/msol2/patttxt.htm  and On The Road Again, http://mymongoose.populli.net/mcts/brpr5txt.htm  but it also stands alone well.
Beta: Mary Browne (Bad, bad, Mary Browne. Bestest Beta in the whole damn town. Meaner than a junkyard dog..... Well, you get the picture.)

Adjustments
Patt

Jim looked at the clock and growled. They had only slept for two hours. Who was bugging them now? They had another two hours before they had to get ready for work. Getting up, he slipped his jeans on to answer the door. Halfway down, he knew who it was and smiled.

Opening up the door he growled, "What the hell are you doing? We're sleeping."

"I couldn't stand it anymore, Jim. I had to tell you." Bill Meyers stood in Jim's doorway looking happier than he ever had.

"Come on in. What's the news?" Jim pointed to the sofa, as if Mey didn't remember where it was.

"Go and get Sandburg. I have to tell him too."

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were pregnant." Jim smiled and then noticed the look on Mey's face and said, "You're pregnant?" Both men began to laugh and Jim said, "So who is?"

"Go get Sandburg." Mey ordered.

"I'm here. Geeze, try and sleep in this house. What's up, Mey? You look happy. You're glowing. Are you pregnant?" Blair snickered to himself.

"We went to see the lawyer you guys advised us to see and we asked about adoption while we were there. Come to find out they need parents for older children and we filled out all of the paperwork. They called us two weeks ago and said they have a family for us but we had to buy a house. So that's where we've been for the last two weeks. We found one two days ago and it's great. It's a big old three story house."

"So, you have to move?" A very shocked Jim asked quietly.

"Well, yeah. In order to have a family, you have to move into a home." Mey explained.

"Your loft was a wonderful home. I don't understand why they would make you move." Jim was unusually upset.

Blair had to cut him off, so he asked, "How big is the house and how many kids?"

"The house has five bedrooms and there are three kids. They all know we're gay and they don't care. They had no one else. The oldest child is 12, then 10 and the youngest is 6. Their names are Nadine, Nicolas and Natalie. They're all so cute. Wait until you see them."

"I have to take a shower." Jim growled as he left the room.

"What did I do, Sandburg?"

"Jim doesn't like to share. Unfortunately, that includes his friends with a new family." Blair explained.

"He'll come around, right? Because Harp has fishing trips planned with Nic already. And he told him his friend Jim was going to teach him some things." Mey beamed as he talked. He was so friggin' happy.

"Mey, I know how much you wanted to have children, so I'm so happy for you, but what about Harp? He never seemed that hot on the subject."

"He didn't want to at all. But he filled the papers out for me and then we had the interview with the kids and he was in love. I kid you not, they're really nice kids."

Blair grabbed Mey and hugged him and said, "I'm so happy. Come for dinner tonight."

"I think we should let Jim get over the shock first."

"No, come for dinner. I want to hear more about them." Blair pleaded.

"Okay, but see if you can talk Jim into being nice by tonight." Both men laughed as Mey left.

Jim came storming out of the bathroom and shouted, "Did both of you forget that I can hear you from any room?"

Blair pushed Jim up against the stair railing and yelled back, "Fuck you, Ellison."

Jim didn't even move. It scared him a little that Blair shoved him like that. Blair wasn't usually physical, unless they were in bed. This wasn't a good sort of physical. Jim slowly walked up the stairs, knowing he fucked up something else.

Blair got his things and took a shower, ignoring the sad looks Jim was giving him. When he was all ready, he walked out and went through the door without as much as a fuck you or goodbye. Jim looked around and knew that he was in deep shit. // Damn it. Why does he always win? And why do I always think it's a competition? // Sighing, the large man walked out the door to start another day.

"Hey, Ellison! Did you hear the news?" Harp asked as soon as he walked off of the elevator.

"Well, I hope so. He woke us both up to tell us." Jim said negatively.

"What is your fucking problem?" Harp growled.

"I'm sick of hearing about everyone's private life. Could we get some work done?" Jim headed towards his desk.

"Won't hear another fucking word from me. No way. I won't tell you about Nicolas, who is eleven years old and dying to meet his Uncle Jim. He wants to learn to fish in the worst way. But I'm not gonna tell ya." Harp walked into the break room and leaned up against the wall. He felt like he was going to fall apart. Jim was his best friend. He had hoped he would be happy for them. But he seemed none-too-happy at this moment.

Blair walked into the room and shut the door. He pulled Harp into a firm but loving hug. "Don't mind him. He doesn't want to share you."

The door was thrown open and it slammed up against the wall. "Sandburg, don't tell him that shit. It's not true. I just think they're stupid for adopting someone's children. They're too old. The problems are already there."

"Thanks for your support, Jim." Harp walked out looking sadder than he ever had.

"Way to go, dickhead." Blair stormed out and sat at his desk. He picked his phone up and dialed a number. Jim looked over to see what he was doing and Blair growled at him. Normally, this would have turned Jim on, but not today.

"Hey, what are you up to? Do you happen to have a spare room? You do? Great. Okay, I'll see you after work. I'll be packed by then." Blair hung up the phone and continued to type.

"It's not going to work, Sandburg. I'm not going to rush to your side and beg you to stay. So just forget it." Jim snarled.

"I didn't want you to. We're done, Jim. I'll continue working with you, but that's as far as it goes." Blair knocked on Simon's door and said, "See you tomorrow, Simon."

"Have a good night, Sandburg." Simon called out. Then he saw the sad look on Jim's face and knew that Jim had done something stupid once again.

"Want to come in and talk about it?" Simon offered.

"No thanks. I screwed up again and he left me."

"What do you mean he left you?"

"Just like it sounds. He's moving in with Harper and Meyers." Jim looked totally lost.

"Grow up, Ellison. Go and get him." Simon ordered.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm not the one that broke up with his lover in the middle of the bullpen. Everyone knows." Jim was torn between embarrassed and pissed off.

"Decide what's important and do it. I'm tired of this shit, Jim."

"Fuck you." Jim shouted and walked down the stairwell.

"Not on your luckiest day." Simon yelled down the stairs. He could hear Jim laughing, but knew he would be going home to get Blair.

When Jim arrived at the loft, he knew he was too late. // Fuck... //

When Simon's phone rang, he didn't want to answer it. He just knew it was Jim. Looking down at the caller ID, he saw that he was right. // No way. Just stay out of this. //

When the machine picked up, a pitiful sounding Jim asked, "Simon, do you know where Harp and Mey moved to? Call me when you get in. Bye."

Simon sat down to read a book and tried to relax. The phone rang again and he picked it up. "What?"

"Sorry, Simon. I was calling to add some to the last message. I'll call later." Jim got ready to hang up.

"What do you want, Ellison?"

"I want my life back. For crying out loud, I can't do the single life anymore. I'm worthless as a single male." Jim sounded so sad, but Simon couldn't help but laugh. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Why yes, I am. Here is Harp's address, but don't go over there yet. Let him cool down a bit. And while he's cooling down, maybe you can decide why you forced him to leave." Simon suggested nicely.

"Good idea, Simon. I'll do that. Thank you." Jim hung the phone up and decided he would make a list of things that he was happy about and sad about. Then Blair could help him work them out.

He got a notebook out of the desk and started to write.

1. I want us to have a house.
2. I want us to have kids.
3. I want us to smile like they did talking about those kids.
4. I want us to make love again.
5. I want you to not be angry at me all the time.
6. I need you.
7. I want you.
8. I love you.
9. Do you love me?
10. Do you still want me?
11. Do I still make you warm for my form?
12. Would you like to buy a house?
13. Would you like to have kids?
14. Would you smile for me, like they were smiling today?
15. Would you make love to me again?
16. Would you stop being angry and love me?
17. Would you need me?
18. Would you want me?
19. Would you love me?

Jim looked at the list and figured he was on the right track. He knew that he was jealous of Harp and Mey and he felt like shit. As he should.

At Harper and Meyers new house:

"So what do you think of the new house, Sandburg?" Mey asked.

"I love it. It's perfect in every way. I love the idea of having five bedrooms and three bathrooms. Very cool. I bet the kids love it."

"I know I do, Uncle Blair." Nadine said softly. She was 12, but a little shy.

"Who picked your furniture out? I love every single room." Blair said happily.

"Mey picked out mine and Harp picked out Nic and Natalie's." Nadine said.

"Uncle Blair?" Nic called out.

"Yes, Nic. What can I do ya for?" Blair answered.

"Will your hair be just like Mey's when you get old?"

Blair burst out laughing and said, "Honey, his hair is white blond, not gray. And he's six months younger than me."

"Cool. I like that. Will my hair be like yours, Mey?"

"I don't think so. Yours is dark brown, mine is white blond. You do the coloring." Everyone in the room started to laugh.

Natalie went and sat on Blair's lap. "Will you take us fishing some day? Harp says you and Uncle Jim fish good."

"How old are you, Natalie?" Blair asked smiling.

"I'm six. Six and a half. I'm short, but I'm really smart."

All the men started to laugh and Harp picked her up from Blair's lap and said, "I need some loving."

Blair watched as the kids crawled all over both men and kissed and hugged them until they were exhausted. The picture before him made him very sad. He had wanted kids so bad. Every time he brought it up, Jim wouldn't discuss it. Now it looked like he would have a chance with someone else.

"Uncle Blair? Can we go fishing this weekend? Can we?" Nic said as he crawled onto Blair's lap.

"I don't see why not. That sounds good to me." Blair hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Uncle Blair, where is Uncle Jim? And why are you so sad?"

"Because his boyfriend is a jerk." Jim said from the doorway.

All three of the kids went and stood before Jim and asked, "Are you Uncle Jim?"

"I am. And I won't be doing this ever again. If he forgives me I want to be in your lives. Harper and Meyers, I'm truly sorry."

Harp gave Jim a huge hug and said, "Go make up with him. He's sad."

Jim pulled Blair into his arms and said, "Would you like to marry me?"

"Yes." Blair said softly.

"Would you like to buy a house? A big house?" Jim asked.

"I would love to."

"Would you like to be put on that waiting list for adoption?"

"More than anything, Jim."

"Do you think you could still love me?" Jim asked sadly.

"You are such a dumb butt. I love you. I will always love you. Do you understand?" Blair pulled him down for a kiss. "Now go and talk with the boys. First of all, I want you to ask them to go fishing this weekend. The kids have never been fishing."

"I love you, Blair. I'm sorry I was an ass. I'll go and invite them now."

Blair watched his man walk away and felt himself getting hard. // Shit... but he has a fantastic ass. //

Jim walked up to the two new daddies and asked, "Who would like to go fishing this weekend?"

"I would." Nic answered quickly.

"I would." Natalie followed suit.

"I guess I could." Nadine answered and smiled sweetly at Jim.

Harp leaned into Jim and said, "She thinks you're very cute."

Jim blushed and looked around for Blair.

"I'm here, big man. Don't you worry. So what day are we going?"

"Mey has to work on Saturday, so could we do it on Sunday?" Harp inquired.

"Sounds good to me. We need to get them set up for fishing. How about we go tomorrow night?" Jim asked Harp.

"Sounds okay to me. Did I hear you say you might sell the loft?" Mey asked.

"Yup. We're getting married and we're going to have a family. We need one. Well, okay, I need one. And I need Blair. So we're doing it together." Jim knew he was rambling.

Jim and Blair stayed and visited with the new family and finally left at 10:00 o'clock. They each drove their vehicles home and parked and walked up to the loft.

"You're okay with selling this?" Blair asked as he started taking his clothing off.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it. I want a family, babe. I want us to have more room. I want you... right now." Jim ordered in a very husky voice.

"You got it, big man." Blair stripped as he ran up the stairs. Jim enjoyed the view following behind him. Now this is what Jim had in mind for tonight.

Blair was wonderful. Jim had to keep reminding himself not to fuck this up.

And hot damn, we're uncles now. Life is good.

End: Adjustments

CRIME:

Sentinel - Jim/Blair

Author: Patt
Title: Adjustments-Life Starts Here!
Date: Your Choice
Fandom: Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair Harper/Meyers
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jim comes to his senses and he and Blair decide to buy a house. Now all they need is a family.
Disclaimer: I had a dream that I made big money from this. Then I woke up and cried myself back to sleep.
Feedback address: PattRose1@aol.com
Advertisement: Part of the SAC-2004 at:
http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm
Note: This is a sequel to What Were You Thinking, http://mymongoose.populli.net/mfob2/mfob2patt2txt.htm
, What Now?, http://mymongoose.populli.net/ms2/patt3txt.htm
Needing Sandburg, http://mymongoose.populli.net/msol2/patttxt.htm and
On The Road Again, http://mymongoose.populli.net/mcts/brpr5txt.htm and Adjustments Part 1, but it also stands alone well.
Beta: Mary Browne (Bad, bad, Mary Browne. Bestest Beta in the whole damn town. Meaner than a junkyard dog..... Well, you get the picture.)



Adjustments Part 2
Life Starts Here
Patt

Two weeks after Jim had come to terms with everything, he and Blair were looking for a house.

"Jim, Thanksgiving is coming up and Harp and Mey asked us to come for dinner. What do you think?"

"I think that would be very nice." Jim smiled over at his love.

"Cool." Blair got things ready to go to see another house. "I hope this is the house. I'm tired of looking at them. Are you?"

"I sure am. I can't wait to find our home. Maybe today will be our lucky day. You never know." Jim tried to soothe his lover's soul.

When they met the agent in front of a very old house, they questioned her sanity. It looked very, very old. "Jim, let's have a look first. Please?" For some reason Blair loved the house. He didn't know why.

"Sure. You know I would do anything for you." Jim smiled at Blair and then said to the agent, "We'll have a look around."

"It's a great price because it needs a lot of work. I hope you like it. Why don't I leave you both alone to look at it. I'll be doing paperwork in my car." Sue said.

"Thanks, Sue. You're a doll." Jim said and as soon as Sue turned and left, Blair reached over and pinched his nipple.

"Fuck, that hurt."

"Wuss." Knock it off, Ellison."

"I did nothing. I've been accused of something I didn't do." Jim snickered.

"Stop flirting with women. I mean it."

Jim realized his love was very serious. "I'm sorry. I was teasing you, but I won't from now on."

"Let's see this house." Both men walked up hand in hand making Sue smile from her car. She thought they were the cutest couple she had ever met. And that Blair was very possessive.

They walked in and saw the huge entryway with wood like they had never seen before. "Man, this is beautiful."

"No lie. It's really old, however, it looks like it's been taken care of." Jim added.

"Jim, look at all of this gorgeous antique furniture. Do you think they would sell it with the house?"

"Maybe. We could ask. But let's see the rest of the house first. I hope it's got more than one bathroom." Jim whined.

"I brought my handy-dandy paper here that gives us all of that information. It has three bathrooms. One on this main floor and two upstairs. Geeze, it's got four or more bedrooms. And they look really big."

"Look at this living room. I love it. Let's put in an offer right away." Jim said almost in a Blair bounce mode.

"Slow down. We need to see the entire thing and see what needs to be fixed first. Then we'll make plans."

"That fireplace screamed your name as I walked by." Jim teased.

"All the more reason not to buy it, you nut."

They went through the huge formal dining room, then went into the kitchen and found themselves totally in love. There were cupboards everywhere and tons of countertops. Just the way Jim would want a kitchen to look.

"Chief, this is a beautiful kitchen. I've never seen one this great. I love it."

"It says there is a master bedroom on this floor. Where is it?" Blair looked around and then just followed Jim. Jim led him right to a door and opened it. Inside was the most breathtaking looking room they had ever seen.

"Chief, we're getting this bed."

"Jim, we're getting this house."

"Oh goody."

"But I still want to see the entire thing." Blair led the way out of the bedroom before he jumped Jim and embarrassed them both.

"Chief, you missed the closets. Look at how big they are."

"I'm going upstairs. See you up there." Blair started running, but found himself easily caught.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?" Jim kissed him softly.

"No, so now was a good time. Jim, look how nice these bedrooms are. And all of the bathrooms have those claw feet tubs. I love those. Do you?"

"Yeah, they have enough room for my legs. What do you suppose is up here?" Jim pulled the door open and walked up the narrow staircase. Once he reached the top, he called down, "It's a dormer. It's great."

"It has a garage outside and it has a basement with the washer and dryer already here. And it says the furniture can be bought for the right price."

"Slow down a minute. Who's going to help me clean this place?" Jim teased.

"I know. We can become foster parents and make them do it." Blair laughed as Jim cuffed the back of his head.

"That was sick, even for you. Seriously, Chief. Can we keep this up working our schedule?"

"I think so. Just don't mess it to begin with."

"Yeah, right. Like I'm the one that messes."

Blair just smiled over at him and let his lover win for a change. "So what do you think, Jim?"

"We need to get Sue in here and have her tell us what repairs there are, because I've been looking and I didn't see one problem." Jim said.

Blair went called Sue on her cell phone and she joined the boys inside. "What do you think?"

"We both love it. But you said it needs work. What's wrong with it?" Jim asked.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were paying attention. The couple is having a hard time selling it, because it's so large. But you mentioned you might have children some day. I figured this would be perfect."

"Chief, even if we didn't have kids, this is a perfect Nephew and Niece house. They would love it here." Jim was very excited.

"Jim, do you have your heart set on the dormer?"

"I have it all planned already. What else do we need to do, Sue?" Jim wanted this house bad. He did have plans for the dormer, he just wasn't telling Blair yet.

Sue did all of the paperwork with them, and got it all set up for the loan. "I'll call you as soon as possible. He has to accept the offer first."

"Just offer him what he wants." Jim said quietly.

"Jim, you love the house that much?" Blair asked.

"There's something about it that's drawing me into it and I want to live and love here." Jim smiled over at his mate.

"Hang on and I'll call him with your offer." Sue went into their beautiful kitchen and talked to the owner. She walked back out smiling and said, "It's yours."

"Holey Moley, Batman." Blair jumped up, wrapping his legs around Jim's waist.

"Jumping Jimminey, Robin, you're heavy." Jim laughed at the dejected look on Blair's face.

"I asked him about the furniture and since you gave him such a fair offer, he's including it in the sale. He told me to give you the keys now." She handed the keys over to both of the men and they were beaming with happiness.

"Sue, can we call our friends over to see our new house?" Blair asked.

"Of course. You have the keys. We'll close in about 14 days, but go ahead and move in." Sue hugged both men and left happier than she'd ever been. "Wait, you need a ride."

"We'll ask our friends to bring Jim's SUV." Blair said.

"Thanks, again, Sue." Jim called out and almost slammed the door on her. Blair was having a hard time keeping from laughing.

Blair dialed a number and heard, "Harper."

"Hey, Harp. Wanna come and see our new house? Make sure and bring the kids. And could you stop by the loft and pick up the SUV?"

"If I didn't know better, I would say you like them more than us." Jim was listening and could hear the grin in his voice.

Jim and Blair tried to sit still while they waited for their friends. It wasn't working, so Blair got on Jim's lap and they began to make-out.

"Chief, they're here."

"Oh goody. Now we both have boners." Blair growled.

Blair opened the door and Harp said, "Holy crap, Blair. This is huge."

"Hey, kids. Come on in. Uncle Jim will order us a pizza. We have plates and everything." Blair said as he hugged each of the kids.

"Harp, do you get the feeling we don't exist any longer?" Mey began to laugh when the kids looked puzzled.

"Mey, we love you." Nadine said softly.

"As we do you, sugar. We were just teasing Blair. He's so fun to tease." Mey said smiling.

Blair gave everyone a tour of the house and the kids were telling Uncle Jim which room would be their's when they stayed over. It turned out to be a wonderful day and night. Mey and Harp took the sleepy kids home at 9:30 and Jim retired to the new bedroom with Blair.

"Are you sure you want to sleep here?" Blair asked.

"Sure. It's a great house. It's a great bed. We have pizza leftover for breakfast and we have some cokes left. We're set, baby." Jim pulled Blair into his arms and they snuggled.

"Jim, do you think we'll ever get a baby?"

"First of all, we asked for any age. So chances are we might get an older child instead. They're harder to place."

"I love you so much, man." And they were off like rockets. They broke the bed in nicely and then slept like logs all night long.

In the morning, Jim was staring at his love when Blair said, "All right, what's up, besides you?"

"I wanted to tell you that the dormer is going to be your new office. Remember how you said you wanted to write a few books? Well, now you'll have your own room. We can pick out some great furniture at the antique store we like so much. Is that all right with you?"

"More than all right. Man, you are an angel. Thank you." And they were off again.

Two weeks later, they signed the papers on the house and moved everything in. Rafe and Brown bought the Loft. So the boys would still get to see it now and then. This made Jim smile a lot.

The day before Thanksgiving morning, the phone rang and Jim answered, grumpily, "Ellison."

"Mr. Ellison, this is Mrs. Hayes from the State. I hate to bother you on a holiday, but we have two children here that have no homes to go to for the holiday. Would you consider being a foster parent for now?"

"Could you tell me more about them?"

"Jesse is ten months old. His parents were both killed in a car accident, two months ago. His parents were orphans, so there are no family members to find. But he should be easier to place, since he is still a baby. Then Hannah is six, going on 30. She's a darling child, but very lonely and sorrowful. Her parents just deserted her. What do you think? Maybe for this month and next, so they won't be alone over the holidays?"

"Can I talk to Blair really fast?"

"Sure, I'll hold." She already knew they wanted children badly and would take them in any way, shape or form.

Jim talked to Blair and Blair picked up the phone and said, "Mrs. Hayes? When can we pick them up?"

"Now would be good." She said with a smile in her voice.

"Could you bring them here?" Blair asked.

"Give me the new address and they'll be there in an hour. Calm down, they are only children after all. Happy Thanksgiving, Blair. Tell Jim I said that to him, also. Bye."

Blair put the phone down and went into Jim's arm and began to shake.

"Chief, what's wrong?"

"Scared is all. Not to worry. I'll get over it soon."

"I'll hold you as long as you need, Chief."

"Isn't it weird that one of the bedrooms upstairs has a bedroom all set up for a baby? That's past handy, eh?" Blair laughed.

"We need to move our room upstairs so we can hear the kids."

"Jim, you're a friggin' Sentinel. I think we're safe."

"But he's only ten months old. He's just a baby."

"We'll think about it in a while. I bought some things for the rooms in case we ever got any children. Do you mind if I desert you and fix up the second bedroom for Hannah?"

"Go... Do your thing, babe." Jim smiled after Blair's retreating form. "In fact, can I help?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."

The boys worked in silence, smiling at each other and finished the room quickly. "Do you think Hannah will like this room?" Blair asked.

"She'd be nuts not to. You did a really great job, Chief." The room was in soft pastels, but not too girlie. It was balloons rising up to blue, blue skies. Anyone that came in the room would feel good immediately.

"Thanks. I've been really excited. I went shopping two or three times with Harp's kids. They told me what kids like and don't like."

Both men stepped back and looked over the room appraisingly. They had indeed done a fine job.

As they walked down the stairs, the doorbell rang and Blair jumped two inches off the stair he was on.

"Calm down, Chief. They're just kids."

They answered the door together wearing large smiles. "Hello, Mrs. Hayes, come on in." Jim stepped aside to allow all of them in.

"The house is fantastic, Jim. It looks just beautiful. Hannah Jones, this is Jim Ellison and his life-mate Blair Sandburg."

She held her small hand out and said, "It's very nice to meet you. Thank you for letting us stay until they find a home. The last place was icky."

"Well, you won't find Icky here. Not to worry." Jim smiled fondly at the child.

"Gentlemen, this is Jesse Jameson. He is ten months old, but walks and does his share of talking too. He's going to keep you boys on your toes." She smiled at the way they were looking at the baby.

"Can I hold him?" Blair asked.

"Of course." She handed Jesse over to Blair and saw the instant chemistry.

"Oh man. Jim, look how cute he is." Blair looked over at Jim with the eyes. The ones that would be able to get him this child.

"Is there any chance of having them stay longer than two months?" Jim asked.

"Well, we have a family for Jesse in January. But maybe Hannah could stay for a while." Mrs. Hayes explained.

"You couldn't tell them that something came up? We'd really like a chance with these kids." Blair was almost begging.

Jim was suddenly upset watching Hannah. "Hannah, would you like to stay with us?"

"I would love to. Can Jesse stay too?" the little one asked.

"We'll have to see what Mrs. Hayes says first. What do you say?"

They all looked at Mrs. Hayes and she said, "Talk about pressure. We'll do up the paperwork and if all goes well, in six months they will be yours."

"What does that mean?" Hannah asked Jim.

"It means you belong to us." She jumped into his arms and held on tight. "I want to belong to you guys. Thank you."

"Jim, would you like to hold your son?" Blair asked smiling.

"I sure would, if Miss Hannah would let go of me and run to her other Daddy."

She did just that. They exchanged kids and laughed and talked with Mrs. Hayes.

After she left, Blair said, "Would you like to see your new room?"

"Oh yes."

They all went upstairs and she ooh'd and aah'd over everything. "Blair, I love this room. Is it by Jesse's room? He gets scared sometimes."

"You be a kid. We'll take care of Jesse during the night, all right? During the day you can help us." Jim said calmly.

Blair held Hannah for a while and asked, "Miss Hannah, we're invited to our friends' house for dinner on Thanksgiving. How do you feel about that?"

"Do they have kids?"

"They have three." Blair answered already knowing what the outcome would be.

"Yay. We already have cousins?" Hannah asked.

"You sure do. There is Natalie who is 6, Nadine who is 12 and Nicolas who is 10. They're great kids. You're going to love them." Blair knew this to be true.

"I'm going to give Jesse a bath before bedtime. See you all later." Jim held Jesse in the air and made goofy noises at him as they climbed the stairs.

"Blair, do you think you could like me?"

"Honey, I already like you. Why are you asking that?"

"People always like babies first." Hannah said sadly.

Jim held a naked Jesse in his arms and he said, "Miss Hannah, could you show me how to do this?"

"Sure, Jim. Come on, Blair, and I'll show you too." She was thrilled to be in charge.

Blair winked at his partner and knew Jim had been listening.

Things were going to be all right. They were a family. Life starts here.

END

SCIENCE FICTION

Star Trek; TOS - Kirk/McCoy

Title: The Scent of Pine
Author: K’Chaps
Feedback: justblackchaps at yahoo dot com
Beta: Bigmackie
Fandom: Star Trek TOS/Science Fiction
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: McCoy is homesick. Spock sends Kirk to help.
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount.
Date: Dec. 13th
Part of the SAC-2004 at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm
Note: In my mind, this took place after the first movie.

The Scent of Pine

McCoy poured a small glass of brandy for himself and sat down at the computer. Quickly, he accessed the alarm system and reset the command codes at the door. It wouldn’t open for anyone but him - no exceptions, not even the captain. McCoy did hope no one noticed, but he didn’t give a damn if they called him on it. A man deserved a measure of privacy and that meant a locked door. He moved to his bunk and sipped his drink, glancing about his cabin. It wasn’t much, never had been. Usually he didn’t care as he spent most of his time in his sickbay. But tonight it seemed more sterile than the tools he used for surgery. He sighed, set his brandy down, opened his cabinet, and rummaged for the items he wanted. It didn’t take long to set up the candles and light them. The scent of pine filled his room. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. For a moment, he was home again.

“Bones?”

McCoy groaned. He was in so much trouble. He toggled open the door and stood. “Can I help you, Captain?”

Kirk came in far enough for the door to close behind him. “You are aware of my orders concerning privacy locks?”

McCoy shrugged and said, “It didn’t hurt you to ask.”

Kirk put his hands on his hips. “And if you fell over from a heart attack?”

“I’ve had a good life.” McCoy poured Kirk a brandy and handed it to him. “Are you here to pester me, or do you have something to say?”

Kirk smiled. “In the past, we didn’t need a reason.”

“That was before you bonded with Spock.” McCoy took his brandy back to his bunk. Kirk claimed the only chair. “So I assume this is ship’s business.”

“How many regulations did you intend to break this evening?” Kirk looked pointedly at the candles and shook his head.

“We all have our own ways of relaxing.” McCoy took a deep breath of the pine. Kirk was amused, not angry. “I always miss home around Christmas.”

“We all do.” Kirk drank his brandy in one toss. “How is everything in sickbay?”

“Fine. The usual accidents, but nothing major since that outbreak of the Denobulan flu.” McCoy refilled Kirk’s brandy. “Jim, why aren’t you spending the evening with Spock?”

“He’s giving a seminar on some exotic plants.” Kirk shrugged. “He knows where I am.”

McCoy thought about that. Did Kirk think they’d just fall into bed? “This has been great. Stop by again some time and bring your husband.”

Kirk blinked, and his mouth fell open slightly. “Spock calls us bondmates.”

“You say potato . . .” McCoy shrugged. He stood and went to one of his candles, inhaling deeply and thinking of Christmas trees. It was his favorite part of the holiday, trimming the tree. Someday, he’d go home again.

Kirk was suddenly behind him. “I thought we’d shared more over the years.”

“We’ll always be the closest of friends, Jim, but you have a bondmate now and responsibilities to him.” McCoy stayed turned away. “I’m sure Spock has expectations.”

Kirk put his hand on McCoy’s shoulder. “Spock knows I’m here. It was his idea.”

“Don’t lie to me, Jim.” McCoy couldn’t believe that. Vulcans were possessive and overprotective about their bondmates. “I won’t get between you and an angry Vulcan. I like living.”

Kirk laughed and pulled him around, wrapping him close. McCoy knew he should try to move away, but he didn’t. Kirk gave him a gentle kiss. “Spock and I have been concerned about you.”

“Ah hell, Jim. It’s just the holidays. I used to get drunk. Now I work too much.” McCoy relaxed. “A couple of days after the last chorus of ‘Jingle Bells’ fades away, I’ll be feeling much better.”

“Spock hates the holidays too.”

“Really?” McCoy pushed his way free and went back to his bunk. “Tell me why, if you can.”

Kirk sat on the bunk next to him. “Several times he accompanied his mother home for Christmas. It was, in his words, ‘A clash of cultures that resulted in nothing positive.’”

“Interesting.” McCoy had always been fascinated with Spock’s duality. “His mother didn’t protect him?”

“Life’s never that simple, is it? Spock couldn’t understand the joy of the holiday, which left him vulnerable to his snotty-nosed human cousins.” Kirk smiled in a way that was kind. “Spock, even as a child, was aloof. That’s just asking for trouble.”

“Are you saying I take too much joy in puncturing his ego?”

Kirk brushed the hair off his forehead. “He’s used to it.”

McCoy thought about it. He and Spock had a relationship based on respect and their love for this man. “I’ll try to be nicer in the future.”

“Thanks,” Kirk said softly. He gripped McCoy’s knee and went to the lights. He shut them off and returned to the bunk. “The candles are beautiful.”

“And against regulations.” McCoy laughed. “I’ll be fine. Go on home and wait for Spock. He’s your family now.”

“I have room for you in my family.” Kirk took him by the hand. “I’ll go, if you don’t want me.”

McCoy couldn’t decide. He’d never turned Kirk down before. “Spock?”

Kirk put McCoy’s hand on his face. “He’s right here. In a relationship like ours, there are no secrets, and we both want this.”

“We won’t interrupt his seminar?” McCoy didn’t understand it completely, but he knew nothing could separate Kirk and Spock.

Kirk laughed and leaned against McCoy. “He’s a Vulcan, remember? I could probably masturbate behind him, and he’d keep lecturing.”

McCoy joined in the laughter. “You do this often?” He couldn’t resist teasing.

“No.” Kirk pointed his finger at McCoy. “You’re special. You know it and insulting me will only get you written up for violating regulations.”

McCoy shrugged. “Nothing new there.” He impulsively stripped off his shirts. If Kirk was serious, it was time to put up or shut up. “I’ll never make Admiral.”

“Hang around in Starfleet long enough and anything can happen.” Kirk placed his hand on McCoy’s chest. McCoy studied Kirk’s face in the candlelight. Kirk glanced about the room. “You need better quarters.”

McCoy laughed in surprise at the sudden change of topic. He took off his boots and tossed them in the corner. “I’m not usually here.”

“But when you are . . .” Kirk stood and began to take off his clothes. “I’ll take care of it.”

McCoy rubbed his face, no sense arguing about it. One bunk was much like another. “My old quarters were just like this.”

Kirk stretched out on the bunk, taking up a lot of space, and nodded. “But these are ensign quarters now. I’m not sure why you were assigned here.”

“I picked one near sickbay.” McCoy went to the facilities and cleaned up before returning to his bunk. It was full of captain.

Kirk crooked his finger. “Spock will have an idea or two. It does fall under his job description. I’ll have him handle it.”

“Is he going to pack for me too?” McCoy still hadn’t gotten on the bunk. He wasn’t sure why. Guilt? Kirk was different, not too much, but enough. Bonding with Spock had changed him.

“Spock wants to know if you’re ever going to make up your mind.” Kirk fondled himself to full erection.

“Is he really there all the time?”

“Well, at a low level, yes, but he drops in to check on me occasionally. I think he’s curious as to what you’re thinking.”

“Nosy Vulcan.” McCoy went and stood over a flickering candle. He shut his eyes. Did he want this? He had shared this intimacy with so few over the years, yet he needed it now. “Promise you won’t sing Christmas carols?”

Kirk moved behind him. McCoy felt the stiff cock tuck between his thighs. Kirk bit him gently on the neck. “I promise. I won’t even hum.”

McCoy nodded with relief. “I’d like to, but I don’t want to feel guilty or worry that Spock will kill me during his next pon farr.”

“No guilt. What Spock and I have is too strong, and I wouldn’t be here if you and I weren’t close. He wouldn’t allow it. You need this. I want to give it. Spock agrees.” Kirk rubbed and moved his cock. “Pon farr isn’t for another two years or so, and he won’t be thinking of you when it happens.”

“Good, but he’s going to have irregular cycles. Do you realize that?” McCoy leaned back and groaned. “His human physiology interferes.”

“You and Spock can argue about it.” Kirk licked and nibbled. “Bunk or right here?”

McCoy wasn’t sure. That bunk was damn uncomfortable. “Let me get something.” Kirk released him, and McCoy found some in his cabinet. McCoy handed a tube to him and lay face down on the bunk. “I’ve made up my mind.”

“I can see that.” Kirk moved over and on him.

McCoy let it happen. It would all feel very good. Kirk was great at this and as he began to rub and stroke; McCoy hoped it would last at least through the seminar. “What does Spock like?”

Kirk pulled him up slightly and worked his hands underneath. “Everything and sometimes nothing. He did a tremendous amount of research on human sexual practices before I could stop him.”

“Bet it’s never dull.” McCoy groaned. That felt good.

“No. He likes driving me crazy. I don’t understand it.”

“I do. He’s doing research. He can’t help himself.” McCoy drew a deep breath. He spread his knees as much as he could and quit talking. Kirk was over, behind, and under him, all at once. Pleasure made him tingle and pant.

“More?”

McCoy pushed back. He wanted more than more. He wanted it all. Kirk kissed McCoy’s back. “Yeah.”

“Roll over.”

McCoy was a little surprised. Kirk, in the past, had avoided that position. McCoy flipped over and gasped when Kirk immediately pushed all his inches deep. Kirk caressed him and held still for a minute. McCoy gripped him by the forearms and got him moving again.

“Feels so good,” Kirk whispered, a drop of sweat rolled off his chin.

Was Spock watching? McCoy didn’t think so. Spock had too great a respect for privacy. McCoy watched Kirk’s eyes flutter shut. Kirk bit his lip and went faster. McCoy ran his hands over the beautiful man above him, slipping a finger around Kirk’s mouth. Kirk groaned and opened his eyes. McCoy smiled. “Is this my Christmas present?”

“No. Spock got you something else.” Kirk grunted and stroked McCoy’s cock, pulling it back. “Come on me.”

McCoy moaned. He was almost there, and he was coming. It hit Kirk’s stomach and chest. McCoy breathed hard. It felt so good.

“Yes. Yes.” Kirk spasmed and held still before wildly pumping his hips. He slowly sunk down until they pressed together on the bunk. McCoy didn’t mind. He rubbed and caressed Kirk. Kirk sagged and began kissing him, and kissing him.

McCoy was swept away in a tide of lips and tongue. Wrenching his mouth away, he gasped, “What the hell?”

Kirk laughed. “Sorry. Vulcans don’t kiss.”

McCoy held Kirk close. “Well, okay, then, but don’t drown a guy!”

Kirk tenderly kissed him again. It went on so long that McCoy found himself with another case of arousal on his hands. “Jim, um, can I have a turn?”

“Well . . .” Kirk looked away and even in the candlelight, McCoy could see his discomfort. “I . . .”

“It’s okay. I understand.” McCoy had wondered where Spock would draw the line, and obviously, this was the spot. He pushed Kirk away and got more comfortable. “Again.”

Kirk grinned and pushed the hair off his forehead. “If you insist.”

McCoy nodded. “From behind this time.” He maneuvered himself around. Kirk made sure they didn’t fall on the floor. “You can do it hard.”

“Len? You sure?”

“Yes. And when did you get all polite and considerate?” McCoy almost bit off his tongue when he heard the words. It was true, but he could have phrased it better.

Kirk kissed him right on the spine and all the way down. “Are you really curious, or just griping at me for fun?”

McCoy blushed. “Curious. You’ve changed. You. The one man that I never expected to change.”

“I think you’re right.” Kirk lightly slapped McCoy’s ass. “Having sex was all about me, until Spock.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” McCoy laughed. “I guess having a Vulcan squatting inside your brain makes a difference on how you view things.”

“Exactly. Spock beat it out of me pretty damn fast.”

McCoy knew his mouth dropped open. For some reason, he had a feeling that Kirk was being precise, not joking. “Did it hurt?”

“Only on my ass.” Kirk laughed. “Vulcan research is always thorough.” He pinched McCoy’s nipples, but gently.

McCoy relaxed and pushed back into Kirk. “Perhaps Spock doesn’t like it hard, but I do, so please.”

Kirk kissed him again. “Spock can’t. Remember?”

McCoy held perfectly still, casting his mind back over his knowledge of Vulcan physiology and Spock in specific. Spock wasn’t designed to enjoy this, no prostate gland, and there were other impediments. His lower intestines were different from humans. It made their relationship that much more remarkable.

“Are you speechless?”

“Yes.” McCoy forced his mind back to the pleasure at hand. He’d think about it later. Maybe. He pushed back. Kirk gasped and began to move, faster this time. McCoy enjoyed the skin slapping him, pressure, small grunts, and the occasional bite. “Harder!”

Kirk groaned and did it. “Damn.”

McCoy twisted, reached back, and grabbed a handful of skin. “Better.”

“I’m-” Kirk gasped and shook. He slammed his cock and orgasmed. McCoy grinned. He was almost there too. Kirk pulled out, and McCoy turned, stroking himself. Kirk’s hand was immediately there, working with him.

“Mouth?”

“No,” Kirk whispered. It didn’t matter. McCoy came on Kirk again. They held each other and tried to catch their breath. It was Kirk who moved first. “Shower.”

McCoy nodded and stumbled up with him. They laughed softly and used two cycles of water, washing each other. McCoy tried to stop grinning, but couldn’t manage it. Kirk shut off the water and tossed him a towel. “Thanks, Cap’n.”

“Funny, Bones.” Kirk dried off fast and took McCoy back to the bunk. “Are you going to sleep well?”

“Tonight I am.” McCoy pulled him down and kissed him about a dozen times. “Blow out tonight’s insubordination, will ya?”

“Of course.” Kirk kissed him again and let it last. “The candles were perfect.”

“Take one to Spock. He’ll have something fascinating to say.” McCoy laughed.

Kirk laughed with him. “I will, if you don’t mind.”

“Please.” McCoy nodded. “And tell Spock thanks.”

“He knows.” Kirk dressed, but without haste, coming back for more kisses. “Thank you, from both of us.”

McCoy didn’t argue when Kirk reset the door and alarms, snuffing the candles. For a moment, Kirk was framed against a rectangle of light, and then he was gone, back to his husband or bondmate - whatever. McCoy stretched and laced his hands behind his head. Tonight had been very interesting indeed. He felt better. The lingering scent of pine filled his nostrils, and his homesickness drained away. This ship was his home. Kirk and Spock were family. Spock had sent Kirk to teach McCoy that lesson. McCoy grinned. Kirk would be back from time to time. It was a merry Christmas and a happy new year.

********
End - Sequel posted on Dec. 17

SCIENCE FICTION

Star Trek; TOS - Spock/McCoy

Title: T’Khut’s Touch
Author: Qzeebrella
Rating: G
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Summary: as the crew celebrates Christmas/Hanukah, Spock thinks of a Vulcan holiday
Show: Star Trek, the Original Series
Date completed: December 10, 2004
Disclaimer: the show and its characters belong to Paramount. No profit being made
Feedback: qzeebrella@yahoo.com
Note: written for the Slash Advent Calendar

T'Khut's Touch

Spock watched as people hurried
Striding up and down, smiling
Carrying wrapped gifts for others
A Hannukiah lit over here
Christmas lights on a tree there
Foods from all corners of the Earth
Available on every table
Eggnog, wine, spiked punch

Everyone talking at once
No one noticing him here
In the corner, alone
And he did not wish to be noticed
For he was remembering
Vulcan at this time of year
The sky would glow at night
With reflected sunlight and lightning

Vulcan’s sister planet T’Khut
So very close that she glowed brightly
Causes twilight to linger through the night
Never getting completely dark
Sand storms constantly sparking
Due to the closeness of the two planets
Chain lightning extending from T’Khut
To her sister Vulcan

The lightning seems to join them
As sand rolls and dances
Twirling around and sweeping by
Scouring the planet clean
And as the sun would rise
On what some says is Surak’s deathday
T’Kut would reflect the first rays
Of the intense brightness of the sun

Two parallel lines of pale light
Extending to the side
T’Khut becoming the folded hand
The rays becoming the two fingers
Extended in greeting to bonded mate
From one’s bond mate
From T’Khut to Vulcan
From Vulcan to T’Khut

And on this day of Vulcan’s year
A Vulcan would greet family
And their most trusted associates
“I will stand at your side
As T’Khut stands by Vulcan
Her T’Hyla”
Emphasizing the phoneme
To indicate sister/friend

A Vulcan would greet their mate
Or their intended
Even when courting the widowed
“I will be at your side
As T’Khut is beside Vulcan
Her T’hy’la”
Emphasizing the phoneme
To indicate mate/friend

And then extend the two fingers
To touch, to link
To celebrate the connection
Of two minds joining
Two people becoming one
Two lives weaving together
To create a tapestry of memories
Of a life full of purpose

As Spock grows aware
Of his surroundings once more
Crewmates come to him one by one
“I will stand at your side
As T’Khut stands by Vulcan
Her T’Hyla”
Even Jim coming to him
To greet him as brother/friend

Leonard then came up to him
Standing right in front of him
“I will be at your side
As T’Khut is beside Vulcan
Her T’hy’la”
Leonard extends his two fingers
Spock extending his own
Meeting halfway as bond mates should

They touched
They linked
They celebrated
Planning their eventual connection
As T’hy’la
Mate and friend and more
On this day called by Vulcan’s
T’Khut’s Touch.

END

SCIENCE FICTION

Andromeda - Dylan/Tyr

Artist: Moonloon
Title: The Right Time
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dylan/Tyr
Show: Andromeda
Disclaimer: The show isn't mine, but the artwork is :)
Feedback address: maryavatar@gmail.com
Advertisement: Part of the Slash
Advent Calendar of 2003 at
http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm

FANTASY

Smallville - Clark/Lex

Author:  Anna
Title:  The Mistletoe Incident
Date: December 13, 2003
Fandom:  Smallville
Pairing:  Clark/Lex
Rating:   Hard R--I guess
Summary:  Lex gets a hold of a bad batch of Mistletoe.
Disclaimer:  Not mine---but I wouldn't mind getting them for Christmas.
Feedback address:  Zenabal@cs.com
Advertisement:  Part of the SAC-2004 at:  http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm
Note:  It could happen
Beta:  Angelee.  All final mistakes are my own.

THE MISTLETOE INCIDENT

*Wow*  Clark thought as he stepped into the castle going around boxes and boxes of beautiful decorations.  Servants with their hands full and wearing funny Santa hats smiled at Clark as they hurried on their merry way.

"Hello, Master Clark.  Are you looking for Master Luthor?"  Enrique asked Clark as he stopped in front of him with a handful of colorful Christmas ornaments.

"Hi, Enrique.  What's going on?"  Clark asked.  He would never get use to hearing Enrique call him "Master Clark".  It was just weird.

"Master Luthor wants to decorate for Christmas."  He answered with a smile.

"Leave it to Lex to get carried away.....Huh?"  Clark said as he smiled back at Enrique.

"Master Luthor is in the den.  Would you like for me to show you the way?"

"No that's okay, Enrique.  I know the way."

"I'll bring in some food for you as soon as I put these decorations where they go, Master Clark"  Enrique said to Clark.

"Hummmm, food.  That sounds great."  Clark said as he turned on his quest to find Lex.

"Lex?  Where are you?"  Clark asked as he stepped into the den.

"Over here, Clark."

"Lex?  Where?"  He smiled as he saw Lex---using his x-ray vision---behind the biggest Christmas tree he'd ever seen.

"Come on, Clark.  It's not that big."  Lex said as he stepped out from behind the tree.

"Lex....you do know that tree could have been the home for thousands and thousands of birds, right?"  Clark said as he went to stand next to Lex.

"Yeah, huh."  Lex smiled at Clark's gentle teasing.

"You need some help.  Or do you have the Marines and Army helping you decorate."

"Well, actually....now that you're here you can help me hang this. The gardener and his wife made this for me to hang over the den door."  Lex said moving to one of the leather sofas.

"Lex, you're actually decorating.  I didn't know you knew how."  Clark said as he continued his teasing.

"Clark, I do know how to do a few things......you know."

"Hummmm, Okay.  What have you got there?"   Clark asked as Lex picked up the beautiful display.

"The gardener found some Mistletoe on one of the trees near the lake."

"Really, Lex?  I didn't know there was Mistletoe in Smallville." 

"Neither did I, but I think it's beautiful."

"Yeah it is, but Lex is Mistletoe suppost to be red?"

"Huh?"

"I thought Mistletoe was white."  Clark said moving closer to Lex.

"White?"

"Yeah and what are those red rocks around the Misletoe?"

"The garderner said the rocks were around the tree.  He thought it would be nice to put them into the display since they were red.  You know.... the color of Christmas."

"AH, OH*

"Clark, are you alright?"  Lex asked as he saw Clark turn a weird shade of red.

"Lex....I feel strange?"

"What's wrong?"  Lex asked as he moved closer to Clark still holding on to the Mistletoe.

"I....I think I need to go."

"You just got here."

"Lex....I need....I need to....kiss you."  Clark said as he moved closer to Lex.

"WHAT?"

"I need to kiss you, Lex.  I need to... I need to...to make love to you."

"Clark, maybe you need to sit down.  Do you need some water?"

"No....No....I need you."

"Clark?  What are you doing?"  Lex asked as Clark grapped Lex and started kissing him.

"Hummmmmm....I've wanted to do this for a long time."  Clark said as he deepened the kiss and moved his hands all over Lex's body,

"Clark." Lex said against his mouth.

"Lex, I want to make love to you."  Clark said as he moved his hands down to Lex's butt and moved one of them to grap his groin.

"CLARK! What's wrong with you?"  Lex moaned as his body began to respond to Clark's manhandling.

"Nothing's wrong with me.  Can't I enjoy what my best friend has to offer?"  Clark said as he bit at his bottom lip and moved to bite at Lex's neck.

"Clark, you need to stop.  This is going to get us into so much trouble."

"NO!"

"Clark, please you need to stop."  Lex gasped as Clark started to work on his belt buckle.

"NO!"

"Oh God, Clark!"  Lex moaned as he felt Clark unzip his pants.

"Lex, this feels so good."  Clark said as moved his hand into Lex's unzipped pants.

"Clark...."

"I love you, Lex."

"What?"  Lex moaned as Clark touched him gently.

"I love you so much."  Clark said as he nibbled at Lex's neck pushing aside his shirt with his other hand.  Not caring that the buttons were popping off like little purple bullets.

"Clark.....I.....Love.....You.....Too....."  Lex said as Clark kissed his way back to his lips.

"Good.  Then this will make it easier."

"Hummm....make what easier?"

"Making love to you."

"What?"

"I wouldn't want to force you."

"Clark, what are you talking about?"

"I'm going to make love to you one way or another."  Clark said as he sucked at Lex's neck.

"One way or another?"

"Yeah.  I'm going to make love to you even if you don't love me."  Clark moved to suck at one of Lex's nipples.

"Oh, God."

"You loving me is just going to make this so much better."

"Clark...."  Lex moaned at Clark's touch.

"Lex?"  Clark asked as he moved to the other nipple to softly suck at it.

"What, Clark?"

"Let's go to your bedroom.  I want to make love to you and I don't want anyone stopping us.  Some one will get hurt if they try."

"Hummm...Okay."  Lex moaned as Clark blew softly at his nipple.

"Lex, one more thing."

"Anything, Clark.  Whatever you want."

"Good."  Clark moved to Lex's lips.

"What do you want?"

"No one is ever going to touch you except for me."

"Ah.....alright."

"You belong to me now and I'll hurt anyone that touches you."

"Alright, Clark.  Anything you want....just don't stop!"  Lex said as Clark moved his hand possessively over his groin.  Tightening his grip.

"Oh...One more thing.  Bring your Mistletoe with you."

The end.

FANTASY

Buffy - The Vampire Slayer - Giles/Spike

By AngstPuppy

MOVIEVERSE

Lord of the Rings - Aragorn/Gandalf

Thinking of Aragorn by Patt Rose

REALISTIC SHOWS

Wild Wild West - Jim/Artemus

Winter Solace by Islaofhope (Due to length story has its own page)

MOVIEVERSE

Hellboy - Hellboy/John Meyers + Abe/Liz

Fandom: Hellboy Movie
Pairing: Hellboy/John Meyers Abe/Liz
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hellboy can’t seem to get John’s attention. Liz is going to give him some ideas.
Disclaimer: I had a dream that the movie and the money were mine. Then I woke up and went into total shock. Then depression.
Feedback address: PattRose1@aol.com
Advertisement: Part of the SAC-2004 at:
http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm
Note: There are quotes, poetry and song lyrics here. Just warning you.
Beta: Tinnean Thank you, darlin.

You’ll Be Mine
Patt

Liz walked into HB’s room and saw him fuming as he tried to write something. “Whatcha doing, Red?”

“None of your business…”

“Oh really nice. Have you told him you’re in love with him yet?” she asked coyly.

The look on HB’s face was worth good money to see. “What are you talking about, Liz?”

“John.”

“What about John?” HB could be just as coy as Liz was.

“That one night we slept together you called me John. I figured you had feelings for him. And you haven't asked me out since.”

“Liz, it’s not like we can go out on a date. I don’t fit in. You know that. I can’t believe I called you John.” He got up, throwing all of the papers into a wastebasket and then kicking it.

“Do you want to date me, HB?”

“No… I have feelings for someone else.”

“Meyers?”

“What is it with you and Meyers? Crap, it is Meyers. He doesn’t do guys. I saw him out with the girl from legal the other night.”

“HB, her name is Shelley. And she’s really nice, but she said he seemed distant. Maybe he loves you too. Maybe you need to show him the way.”

“Suggestions?” HB asked cocking his head Liz’s way.

“You’re going to send him a note, taken from Shakespeare, along with a gift of your choice.”

“Where do I start?” he asked, confused already.

“Well, it’s December, so this just might work. Start with flowers and think of all things that make you feel good. Chances are they’ll make him feel good too. Now get busy while there is a lull in the action. Good luck, HB.” Liz leaned in for her nightly kiss. Thank goddess they figured out that they weren’t meant to be. Too much like being siblings.

The alarm went off and HB walked into the hallway and yelled, “Move it Meyers, they’re playing our song.” Everyone was running after him and Meyers joined him soon enough.

“What took you so long, kid?”

“Stop calling me kid. You don’t call Liz 'kid'.” John was in a very pissy mood.

“For now, let’s keep our minds on our business. What do we have here, Clay?” Back to business as usual for all of them.

Day 1:
The following day, John awoke to a bouquet of roses in his quarters. There had to be like three dozen of them. He opened up the card and read it;

They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil.
There is no evil angel but Love.
* William Shakespeare *

// What the hell? // John was confused. He knew no one who would give him three dozen roses and a note with a verse by Shakespeare. And what the hell did it mean?

That morning, he took his breakfast into HB’s quarters and said, “Do you know anything about Shakespeare?”

“Just what I’ve read. Why?”

“I got three dozen roses from someone and a note with one of his verses, and I don’t have a clue as to who it's from.” John ran his hand through his short dark hair, making HB wild with need.

“Someone must like you.” HB answered quietly. He was so hoping that John would figure it out. That’s what he got for thinking.

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out as we go. See you later, big guy.” John slapped HB on the shoulder as he always did, and HB wanted to attack him. In a good way.

Day 2:
John woke to find his roses being gone. They were replaced with three dozen Carnations. Yellow and white carnations. He loved Carnations. But his favorite colors were yellow and white. How did someone know this? Was it Liz? He thought about it a minute, then shook his head. She seemed fairly interested in Abe at the moment. John looked down at his poem and read it silently:

I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell,
and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.
* William Shakespeare *

For some reason, John loved this one. This was from someone he worked with. He knew that for sure. But who?

The alarm went off and John was off fighting evil for another day. He loved working with HB, though he would never admit to it. If he had to admit something, he thought he might be in love with the big red man. // Oh what a tangled web we weave. //

Day 3:
A ten pound box of candy was sitting next to his bed. It was assorted, his favorite, and he began to eat them as he read the next poem:

In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
* William Shakespeare *

John continued to eat his chocolate until HB came to his room.

“Did you plan on working today?” HB asked as he entered the room. “You’re going to get fat if you eat all of that by yourself. Maybe you could share with a friend. That way we could be fat together, or at least work out together.”

“Sit… Eat…” John offered him the box, (opened the box ) and the two men ate chocolate in silence. It was a nice feeling being able to sit and not say a word. To just be comfortable enough to not say one word.

“I guess we better get ready. The Commissioner wants to see us today.” HB said as he stood.

John tried not to look, but couldn’t help it. He wondered what HB looked like under his jeans.

“Something wrong, Meyers?”

“No, I’ll be down shortly. Dress nice, HB.”

“I always look this good, Meyers.” HB gave him a mega-watt smile and walked off.

As HB walked down the hallway, he mumbled, “You just wowed him over with your chocolate eating charms. I’m sure he’ll fall in love with you soon.” When he got to his own room he threw things around until Meyers arrived.

The day flew by, having new rules made for the division. The Commissioner felt like they were making a step in the right direction. // What did he know? //

Day 4:
A gigantic basket of fruit was sitting on the table in his room on the fourth day. // What the hell is happening? I do like fruit, but I would like to know who sent it. Maybe I could get HB to eat some too. // He pulled the card out, looking forward to the poetry:

Love goes toward love.
* William Shakespeare *

“Who is sending this?” John shouted. He gathered up a bag of the fruit and went down to see HB.

“Hey Meyers, whatcha got there?”

“I brought some fruit. Then we need to work out to get rid of the chocolate.” John smiled, but seemed serious.

“You look fine, Meyers. You’re too thin anyhow.” HB advised.

“What’s on the agenda today?” John asked. “I’m glad you think I look fine, but I won’t if I keep eating the chocolate.” Both men smiled at the humor between close friends.

“We’re going with Liz and Abe to that lake that they say has something in it. Can’t we ever get a call about someone just wanting us to come for tea? Why does it always have to be a monster or something bad?”

“I agree, HB. I hate all the bad stuff. But until we take care of the bad, we can’t have good.” Meyers started getting things ready for the day.

“So, you still getting presents and notes?”

“Yes. The notes are so wonderful. Whoever it is, she’s very romantic. I like that in a woman.” // I really don’t want HB to know that I was hoping it was from him. //

“Figures.” HB growled and walked out of his room, leaving a confused John behind.

Day 5:
John woke and found boxer shorts draped over his spare pillow. Now this was too much. They were silk and very sexy. John slipped a pair on and realized he loved this person. He really liked being courted. He grabbed his note to read:

…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
* William Shakespeare *

No way was John Meyers going to tell HB that he received silk boxers from a stranger. No… He’d tell him he didn’t get anything.

As soon as he walked out of his room HB grabbed him. “So what did ya get today?”

“Nothing. She must have tired of me.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, can we get to work? We need to finish helping Abe.” John bossed and HB found himself falling more in love with this man each and every day. Smiling like a loon, he followed Meyers to wherever he needed to go. HB didn’t care. // And I wonder about why John didn't tell me about the boxers later. //


Day 6:
Candles were all over his room and they were lit. Meyers wondered how in the hell he slept through this every day or night. The room smelled so sexy, it made him hard instantly. He wished he had HB here for that. Laughing out loud he got into the shower and began his day.

When he came out he remembered that he hadn't read the card:

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
* William Shakespeare *

Each day seemed to get harder for John Meyers. He was truly in love with his partner and that just couldn’t be. And was it just him, or did the days seem to go on forever anymore?

Day 7:
Assorted bubble bath was everywhere in his room. In his bathroom, his living area and his kitchen. Most of it smelled like a man. Very musk smelling. John liked it very much and couldn’t wait to see the card:

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
* William Shakespeare *

He left his room confused. Who was sending him these gifts, and leaving these notes, and why was he hoping it was HellBoy? ??

Abe walked over to Meyers at the sight and said, “Are you all right? You have looked better.”

“I’m fine Abe. I’m in love with the wrong person.”

“May I ask who?”

“Sorry Abe. I can’t tell anyone. Thank you for worrying about me.” John walked away, and Abe watched HB watching his friend. Then Abe saw HB's eyes drop to watch Meyer’s butt. Oh my…

Day 8:
M&M Collector’s Tins and Lunch Boxes were everywhere. John had to admit they were all fucking cute. Whoever was doing this was spending a lot of money and time finding everything John liked. Maybe it was Liz. God, that was just weird. He pulled the card out and read it:

They do not love that do not show their love.
* William Shakespeare *

Meyers yelled, “I would gladly show my love if I knew who the fuck it was.”

John went and picked out five of the lunch tins he liked best and took them to HB for his room.

“This is what I got today. Are they cute or what?”

“Why are you giving them to me?” HB was now the confused one.

“I wanted to share with a friend. Plus I know you save tins. These will find a nice home here.” John handed them all to HB, and the large man took them and put them on the shelves.

“So you’re still getting things?”

“It’s getting old though. I want to know.” Sighing, John sat down.

“Maybe she’s almost done,” HB suggested.

“I hope so. I’m sad.”

“What do you mean? Why would you be sad?” Now HB was pacing and worried.

“Because I would like to be in love, and I can’t seem to do it right.”

“Things will get better. Let’s get to work. Listen, they’re playing our song, Meyers.” HB slung his arm over John’s shoulder, and they walked out feeling good about being friends.

// You’re going to have to talk to him, you chickenshit. // Only the one who called himself this was John.


Day 9:
There was a huge basket filled with assorted wines, cheeses and condoms sitting on his table that morning. He quickly read the note:

The courses of true love never did run smooth.
* William Shakespeare *

He stroked his dick roughly, then picked up the phone and called HB.

“What?”

“Nice way to answer, HB.” John teased.

“Is something wrong. You’re breathing funny.”

“No, I’m fine. Just wanted to talk to you.”

HB knew he was jacking off or something. // Why was he calling him? Oh Crap… He has a thing for me too? //

“Did you like the wine, the cheese and the condoms.”

John stopped what he was doing and said, “How did you know?”

“Because I sent them. I can’t believe how stupid we are. Want me to come spend the morning in bed with you?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Meyers said quickly.

“Is there anything you need to know before we move this along?” HB asked.

“How big are you, HB? That scares me just a little.”

“I’ll show you.” HB took off running down the hall and knocked guys right and left, out of his way trying to get there sooner.

He didn’t even knock, walked right in and went over to the bed. “I love you, John.”

“I love you, HB. Now is there something you’re going to show me?”

“Nothing to worry about. I think it’s normal sized for a man who’s 6’ 5” tall and muscular." He stood before John naked.

John said, “You are in no way, shape, or form, normal. That is the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen in my life. Make love to me. Now…”

“I could do that.” Before long he had John’s cock in his mouth as he stretched his sweet hole. Once John was ready, HB slid home and that’s what it was. Home… Both men moaned, glad and happy to have each other. As HB got close, he began to fist John slowly, and he said, “I have another quote from Shakespeare. I was going to use it tomorrow. Can I tell you it now?”

“Yes, but hurry. I’m almost there.”

“My heart is ever at your service. * William Shakespeare * Meyers, I mean that. I’m here for you forever. We fight evil together and we’ll love together too. Can we tell Liz? This was all her idea.”

“Fuck me harder, HB. Now. And yes, we can tell her. ”

HB did just that and they both came at the same time. As he began to slide out of John, HB pulled him into his arms. It was time for more poetry.

“One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!
* William Shakespeare *

“HB, I love that one. Do you like his work, or are you doing it for me?”

“I’m doing it for you. But it doesn’t matter. Either way, we’re both happy and in love. I love you, John. Okay, I like his work too.”

HB decided to sing a song to John that he had been practicing. "You'll be mine -- you'll be mine..."

“I loved it, HB. You have a beautiful voice." John had tears in his eyes and he kissed his man. "Now it’s my turn. 'We've come a long long way together...'"

It was HB’s turn to get all mushy. He kept kissing Meyers over and over again. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

The alarm sounded. HB sat up and said, “Crap… I knew this would happen.”

They both knew that life was never going to be dull around the compound. They could both live with that.

Liz and Abe smiled at each other and she whispered, “I think they figured it out.”

“I’m so glad, Lizzie.”

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

“Are we done yet, kids?” HB asked laughing.

“Yes, we’re ready to fight evil where evil doth need to be fought.” Liz chanted.

“Oh tell me I don’t sound like that.” HB begged Meyers.

“You sound just like that.”

“Crap.”

Everyone laughed as they took off for the day. Best friends, lovers and fighters of evil. They could be all of that and still make it work.



End: You’ll Be Mine

BOOKS

Harry Potter - Draco/Ron

Title: A Magical Time
Author: Titti
Date: 12/13
Fandom: Harry Potter; Books
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R for language
Email: titti_adriano@hotmail.com 
Webpage: http://www.tittisrealm.com/fantasy /
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JKR, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, the WB and many others.
Summary: Can Draco recapture the magic of the Christmas that was?
Note: Part of the SAC-2004 situated at http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm

A MAGICAL TIME

Growing up, Ron had seen yellow, smelly things come out of Harry's scar, three-headed bigger than life dogs, giants hide in a forest with giant spiders to keep them company, dragons hatch in a fireplace, a book possess his sister, a man disappear behind a veil, people die in excruciating pain, dark Lords implode until even their soul disappeared. He had seen everything in his life, or at least he thought so until his first Christmas with his lover.

"What in bloody hell is that?" Ron exclaimed as he saw the giant pine tree levitate through their apartment, knocking things down in its wake. Ron cringed when he heard the vase Hermione had given him crash on the floor.

"Really, Ron, it's a tree." Draco fixed the vase and then surveyed the room. "We might have to shift some things around to fit it, cast some charms."

"Are you out of your bloody mind? That thing is...it's an aberration and there is no way it's going to fit in this place."

Draco looked up at the ceiling, critically. Ron was partially right. The ten-foot tree he had chosen would never fit without magical alteration to their house. "We can always magic the ceiling open, create a charm for the cold and rain. It won't take that long."

"Oh for God's sake, Draco. Such a waste of magic, the drain on our powers for a useless tree." Ron walked around fixing the things that the tree had knocked down. "Look, you're not the spoiled little prince of the wizarding world. We don't need such a huge tree."

"Incendio." Draco watched the flames consume the tree before he put them out.

"What did you do that for?" Ron asked, with wide eyes.

"We don't need such a huge tree," Draco mimicked.

"We could have made it smaller, cut the top or something," Ron said, trying to make some sense of the situation.

"It was a useless tree. I'm going to get ready for dinner at your parents." Ron watched as Draco left the room, knowing that he had somehow upset his lover, but having no clue why.

~*~*~*~

"Getting ready for Christmas?" Molly asked as they cleared the table.

Draco grinded his teeth and stared at Ron. "We decided not to have a tree."

Ron rolled his eyes. "No, I decided that we won't have a ten-foot tree in a eight-foot high room. You decided that arson was the proper response."

"If you have to do something, you do it well or not at all," Draco responded.

Harry snorted. "That must be one of your father's edicts."

Draco gripped his napkin, counting up to ten and back, and then repeating it again. "Don't speak about my father," he spat out.

"Well, the tree really isn't part of the original Catholic-Judaic tradition. In fact, there are no pine trees in Israel. The reproduction of the nativity scene is more representative of the true Christmas," Hermione stated calmly.

"Oh for Merlin's sake. Ten points for Gryffindor," Draco answered sarcastically. Then, he glared at the woman. "We're not in school anymore; you could spare us your inane babbling."

"Ron is right," Arthur commented. "It's so senseless to show off. Do what you can and you'll be happy."

Draco gave him a fake smile. "Thank you for your advice, and on that note..." He stood up. "Molly, thank you for dinner, wonderful as usual. Goodnight, everyone." He Apparated away before anyone could answer him.

"What crawled up his arse?" Harry asked, barely containing his amusement.

"Harry!"

"Sorry, Molly, but really he's such a prick at time. I shan't stop saying it because he's living with your son," Harry answered.

"Regardless, you don't have to say it aloud," Hermione pointed out. "I'm sure Ron knows without us telling him."

Ron shook his head. Regardless what anyone said, he was certain that Hermione would use her matter-of-fact, nerdy reputation to poke at people. After all, it was difficult to respond when she sounded like she was giving a lecture.

"Won't you go and see what's wrong with him?" Molly asked.

The idea had never crossed Ron's mind. In fact, he blurted out, "We haven't had dessert yet."

"If that's what you want...I'd have thought that the distinct possibility of lack of sex was more important than dessert."

Ron groaned loudly. "Mum, stop talking about sex."

"Yes, of course, Dear, because six pregnancies were the result of six separate visits from the Holy Spirit," Molly said, with a sweet smile.

"Oh all right, I'll go, but it's not like we'll have sex. He's been in a sour mood since he burnt that bloody tree."

"Take this." Molly practically shoved a plate in Ron's hands. "It's my pie. If nothing else works, you can bribe him."

"Molly, please, enough." Harry covered his ears. "I don't want to think about my best friend with Malfoy."

"Very mature." Hermione patted his back.

Ron chuckled. "Goodnight, guys, Dad. Thank you, Mum." He kissed his mother's cheek and Apparated away.

~*~*~*~

Early on, they had agreed to Apparate into the bedroom. That was when their friends didn't know about their relationship and they could never be sure if they had guests. While the reason didn't exist anymore, they did it out of habit.

Ron Apparated in a dark room. He was ready to go look for Draco when he heard a noise. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw Draco curled in the bed.

He put the plate with the pie on the nightstand, and lay on the bed, right behind Draco. He wrapped his arm around the blond and kissed the nape of Draco's neck.

"I didn’t expect you to come home," Draco said in a monotone voice.

Oh fun, their cryptic discussion had started. Ron knew exactly what Draco meant: 'Your mother sent you, didn't she?'

If that's the way Draco wanted to play it, Ron would go along, so he said, 'She sent pie', which translated into 'Yes, but I still don't know what I did wrong'.

"Remind me to thank her. She's too kind."

Ron barely held the snigger back. That meant 'You're a dick, but I put up with you anyway, because I love you, not that I will ever say the L word aloud'. Okay, he couldn't be sure that it was the exact translation, but he felt that he wasn't too far off.

"What's this obsession with the tree?" he blurted out.

"Subtle, Weasley, real subtle," Draco said with a chuckle.

"I don't enjoy an exercise in diplomacy when I want to talk to you." Ron's hand slipped under Draco's shirt, teasing him gently. "Would you tell me?"

Draco turned suddenly, and faced his lover. "I don't need you to remind me that I'm poor-"

"You're not poor," Ron exclaimed immediately. "We have two good salaries-"

"Salaries imply that we need to work for money, so yes, we're poor-"

"The hell we are. We have more than enough money. I'm sorry if you can't change your wardrobe every week, but that does not makes us poor."

Draco waved a hand. "Fine, whatever, we're not poor, but we don't live like I used to. I don't miss it, not usually, but Christmas...it was special. The house was magnificent, Mother would laugh and decorate, Father would even make jokes at Christmas. They would buy me the sun and the moon and anything in between. Not that my father didn't spoil me rotten at other times, of course."

"Of course," Ron mimicked.

"Look, I know what you think of my family, but they are all dead. I've lost my house, my money. I work for the same bloody people who took everything from me. Once a year, I like to recreate that pompous, grandiose luxury. I don't care if I have to work the entire month of January to make it up, but I want to recapture what my family was." Draco raised a hand in defeat and turned again. "Oh whatever, it's stupid, and it was only a tree."

"It's not stupid," Ron whispered. Ron had not missed the emotions in his lover's voice: the nostalgia, the hurt, and the hint of arrogance that would always be part of Draco Malfoy. Faced with all of that, it seemed so wrong to have fought over a tree that meant so much to Draco. "We can get another tree?"

Draco shook his head. "No, it's fine." He moved back into the warmth of Ron's arms. "Just fuck me, and then I can go to sleep."

Ron knew very well what that meant: 'Make love to me and give me the comfort I'll never ask for'. Ron was more than happy to oblige.

~*~*~*~

A few days later, Ron was sitting on their bed, waiting for Draco. The clock chimed five, and Ron put away the book he was reading. Draco was always punctual when leaving from work. Going to work was a different matter. He didn't wait long until Draco Apparated in the room.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Draco sat on the bed. "I went to your office, and they told me you were sick and left early."

"Well...I might have fibbed a little," Ron said turning red.

Draco snorted. "You're such a Gryffindor."

"I don't see what this has to do with my House."

Draco laughed as he lay down, resting his head on Ron's lap. "'I might have fibbed a little'. We've been out of school for six years and you still can't admit that you lied, even though you do it often enough."

"I don't lie," Ron answered affronted.

"Of course not, you fib." The last word turned into a drawl. "All right, tell why you fibbed."

"You won't let this go any time soon, won't you?" Ron leaned down and kissed Draco. "I have something to show you. Come with me." He took Draco's hand and led him to the living room.

"Holy shit!"

"Language, Draco," Ron said, imitating his mother's tone.

Draco turned around and gave him a two-finger salute before taking stock of the room. They didn't have a ceiling anymore. The tree standing in the middle of the room was higher than the one he had picked. The room was enlarged to fit all the furniture. There were candles floating, angel statuettes flying, stars shining. They would have one hell of a time to keep these charms up, and Draco didn't mind one tiny bit.

Ron moved behind Draco and rested his chin on Draco's shoulder. "Do you like it? Hermione and my brothers helped. Fred and George guaranteed me that the charms should last until after Christmas. Bill agreed with them, so I guess we're safe on that count."

Ron almost lost his balance as Draco began to move around the room. The blond ran his hand over an armchair. "This is Father's, and the decorations...they belonged to Mother." Draco turned to Ron. "How did you?"

Ron shrugged. "Fudge is afraid of Harry, and when Harry suggested that a chair and Christmas decorations couldn't be connected to the Dark Arts and should be returned to the rightful owner - you, - Fudge agreed. It's nothing, really."

Draco nodded. "Nothing. Right," he said, fighting to keep his voice steady. He walked to Ron and buried his face against Ron's chest.

"I'm glad you like it." Ron pressed his lips against Draco's temple.

"I love it," Draco mumbled. Then he raised his head and stared at Ron. "This is incredible, a better Christmas than I could have ever imagined....God, my mother's things...I love you."

Ron grinned. If that was what it took for Draco to say the much awaited L word, they would start celebrating Christmas all year long.

END

BOOKS

Harry Potter - Harry/Draco

Author: Cairine
Title: More Than Meets the Eye
Date: 12/8/04
Fandom: Harry Potter/Books
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry finds that there’s more to Draco than what meets the eye
Disclaimer: This is purely for my enjoyment...all characters belong to JKR...no infringement upon her rights intended
Feedback address: musicbabe03688@aol.com 
Advertisement: Part of the SAC-2004 at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm 
Note: So sorry this is a little late!!
Beta: my wonderful friend Rachel

More Than Meets the Eye

In the last few weeks Harry had found that there was more to Draco Malfoy than what meets the eye.

For example, who would have ever guessed that Malfoy likes rimming? Not Harry, that’s for sure. He also found that Draco wasn’t quite as mean as - oh, wait...yeah he is, but his blow jobs make up for that and more.

He is actually quite the little whore in bed. And he likes bondage. Who could not love a guy that likes to be tied up, well...likes to tie other people up at least. And he is so beautiful when he comes. Almost ethereal. His eyes fall shut and his head tips back and his expression. Merlin, that expression. There is not a word descriptive nor beautiful enough to describe his expression. It almost looks as if he is going to die of ecstacy. And then his lips part. Those beautiful, soft, entrancing lips. They part and Harry thinks he could come from that sight alone. And then sometimes he does.

And it is all over.

And the words are slipping from between his lips before he can stop them.

"I love you."

And Draco just looks at him, his expression unreadable. And he thinks that he could die from embarrassment. And then those exquisite lips part and form those three little words. And then Harry’s mind is spinning. And his heart is swelling. And maybe...maybe he will live after all.

END

ANIMATED

Batman - Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

The Ghosts of Christmas by Angyl (Due to Length the story has its own page)

ORIGINAL SLASH

Male/Male

Author: Jeyhawk
Title: And Angels Walk The Earth.
Series: Elias 2
Date: December 13
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Elias/William
Rating: A weak PG 13
Summary: Elias is one of the good guys, an angel sent to earth with the sole purpose of doing good in his everyday life. William is the lost soul that has been labeled insane for most of his life. They are meant to be together but things aren't always that easy…
Disclaimer: Almost all of the characters mentioned in this story are mine, feeble little figments of my imagination. Gabriel is a mythological creature and I don't think he belongs to anyone but himself. His personality is however created by me. I want to remind all of you that this is fiction and if you can't stomach when someone tampers with the basic concepts of Christianity then maybe this story isn't for you. I got the idea from Tanya Huff's lovely book "Gate of Darkness, Circle of Light" but other than that it's just my wild imagination talking.
Feedback address: jeyhawkgaidin@hotmail.com
Advertisement: Part of the SAC-2004 at:http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm 
Note: This is the second part of the Elias quadrology and it's actually a lot slower than I expected. The story just keeps going on and on with a mind of its own. :-)
Beta: CeeGirl

And Angels Find True Love

Elias was walking home through the never quite empty streets of Stockholm. The clock was inching closer to midnight with each passing second and the darkness lay heavy about him. Elias didn't mind though, he didn't fear the dark or the things that might dwell in it. He feared only the darkness inside the hearts of people and that darkness reigned on all hours of the day. Wherever he looked he saw the pixies that were called Helpers who had put on little pointy red hats to honour the season. Never more than a foot tall and invisible to most the pixies lived everywhere and during wintertime when the days were stretched thin and darkness ruled most of the day there were at least five pixies for every demon. It was probably a way to keep the scales balanced Elias guessed whenever he dwelled on it.

Without thinking he took a step to the side to avoid trampling a family of four pixies that were hurrying along the sidewalk. The oldest one looked up and gave Elias a solemn nod of thanks, Elias nodded back and smiled to himself, if anyone saw him they probably thought him crazy. Not that he cared much what other people thought of him as long as their opinion did not interfere with his work on earth. He kept walking his eyes glued to the ground lest he'd step on another pixie. The bounce was back in his step he noticed absently; maybe it had something to do with the fact that he'd had a good day. He'd noticed the slight changes in several of his terminally ill patients that meant they were going to pull through and without too much effort he'd been able to ease the pain and suffering of those who where not going to make it. All day long he'd had a feeling that something nice was about to happen but he could for the world not figure out what it might be, maybe it was just him looking forward to the first vacation he'd had in five years. Well, it was really just two weeks of free time, but it was over Christmas and he felt them stretch out before him like a lovely summer meadow. He'd never felt the need for a vacation before but he'd been so down lately that without even realizing what he was doing he'd filed for vacation over Christmas and New Year. There was a clear suspicion in his mind that Gabriel had something to do with it, but for once he didn't mind. He really needed some time off to rest his weary mind and regroup his forces so to say. Maybe he'd even take Gabriel up on one of his many tiresome advices and try to find someone to share the Holidays with. He'd been plagued by a distant ache in his loins lately, one he was intimately familiar with. It meant it was time for him to take another lover; it had been quite a while since he last took someone to his bed. Maybe this time he'd even find someone that was right for him, someone that he could trust with his secrets; someone that he could love and that would love him back.

It was bordering on blasphemy, he guessed, longing for love the way he did, when he of all people knew for a fact that he had the love of his Creator, but he couldn't help it. Love was the strongest weapon that the powers of Light possessed and the meaning of life, so was it really that horrible to want it for himself? He was an angel doing his third lifetime on earth wasn't it his time to find love soon? Some angels found their One, the one they were supposed to spend eternity with, during their first lifetime on earth. It was unfair really that he who wanted love more than anything was still waiting. Wasn't he good enough? Didn't he give enough of himself in his fight against the Darkness? Was he unworthy? He didn't know.

“Stop moping and try not to step on the present I left outside your door,” Gabriel said in his head.

“I'm lonely,” Elias said, directing the thought towards the velvety soft spot in his mind that was his link to heaven.

“Not for much longer,” Gabriel promised and the feeling of his presence left, leaving an echo of silvery laughter behind.

Elias smiled a slight smile, he might be annoyed with Gabriel at times, but he knew that archangel wished him nothing but good. Speeding up slightly he hurried towards home, unusually eager to see what Gabriel had left for him this time. Most of Gabriel's little gifts were not so subtle hints that he ought to find someone, that his celibacy did not please the archangel, but he secretly appreciated them anyway because they meant that Gabriel cared.

He turned the corned of the 1900th century stone building he lived in and walked through the stone arch that lead to the backyard of the house where the entrance to his basement apartment was. The house was silent and dark, except for him the youngest inhabitant was nearing seventy and they all went to bed before nine it seemed. He was of course much older than the twenty-something he looked to be, about five hundred years older, but to his neighbours he was still the kid. They overlooked his strange guest, most of them homeless, because he helped them around the house and just having him around gave them peace. He'd even introduced Gabriel to Ella one of his favourite old ladies and the two of them had taken a right shine to each other. When Ella passed away some two years earlier, Gabriel had been the one to guide her to heaven, a great honour that he usually reserved only for the humans that had fought the good fight all their lives.

When he reached the stairs that led down to his heavy oak door Elias was immensely grateful that his neighbours had all gone to sleep, because the gift that Gabriel had left for him was human; a dark form that lay slumped against his door unconscious, dead or asleep. Elias slowly descended the stairs and crouched down on the bottom step.

“Hey,” he said softly, refraining form touching the dark form. Some people found his touch bothersome and the last thing he wanted was to create a scene.

The form shifted around, took one look at him and them scrambled as far away as it could get. “Am I dead?” it asked with the shaky voice of a young man.

“No,” Elias said, knitting his brow. “How so?”

The form seemed to slump a little. “So you don't have wings then?” he said with the defeated tone of someone who had been disappointed too many times. “I'm just seeing things again.”

Elias resisted the urge to look behind him and flexed the wings that were impossibly there just because this young man could see them. “What's your name?” he asked even though he was sure that he already knew it somehow.

“William,” the young man answered. “But please call me Will, all my friends…” He trailed off. “Well, if I had friends I would ask them to call me that.”

“Will…” Elias tasted the name, it felt right. “You see things?”

Will took his sweet time answering him and Elias tried to force his eyes to penetrate the darkness so that he could see him better. It was impossible though because it was not the darkness outside that was keeping his appearance from Elias eager eyes it was the darkness that was following him around, making his world a dark and twisted place.

“Yes, I see things,” Will finally said. “Horrible things… Demons, darkness, blood… so much blood.” He was silent for a while. “I like your wings though, they are beautiful.”

Elias felt ridiculously proud and flapped them slightly. “Would you like to come in Will?”

William nodded and slowly staggered to his feet. “I'm not in the best shape,” he said. “And I reek, but I assure you I'm completely harmless.”

Elias wasn't exactly listening to what he was saying anymore but rather studying the intriguing aura that swirled around his slim form. The Light in him was so bright it almost hurt Elias eyes, but the darkness was surrounding him trying to force the light back into his body. No wonder the boy saw things; the Darkness had opened the gateways to their side in his mind. His world must be populated only with the creatures of evil, instead of the creatures of light that he should be able to see. He could see all the Destroyers and demons of the world but none of the light. It was remarkable really that he was not more damaged, that Light hadn't died in him, he must be remarkably strong.

“Are you going to open the door or not?” Willam asked, somewhat impatient and Elias realized he must be freezing. As far as he could tell the young man was wearing nothing but jeans, sneakers and a hood sweater, not the clothes you needed to guard you from the chill of snow-heavy air.

“Of course,” Elias said and put his hand to the handle, the look slid out of place with an audible click.

“Other people,” William said calmly. “Use their keys.”

Elias winced; he'd never been so careless in the presence of others before, but there was just something about William that put him at ease. He pushed the door open and walked inside Will close at his heel. He kicked his shoes off inside the door and watched as Will did the same, albeit with a little more difficulty. The cold must have made his joints stiffen up because watching him move, Elias could have easily taken him for an old man. Will wasn't the first homeless person to visit his home so Elias launched into a familiar routine. He got a plastic bag from under the kitchen counter and handed it to William.

“Put your clothes in this,” he said. “There are towels hanging by the shower, you can use one of them.” He showed William the way to the spacey bathroom. “This soap is for your body,” he said pointing to a purple bottle. “This one is for your pubic area.” Another bottle this one smaller and white. “This is shampoo, and this is conditioner.”

He turned to look at William who was standing just inside the bathroom door, clutching the plastic bag in his nervous hands. Elias couldn't quite see him even in the bright light of the bathroom. He braced himself and walked up to William, standing uncomfortably close.

“I'm sorry but I have to do this,” he said and put his hands to William's temples.

Bright light flared up between them and Elias staggered backwards, the oily feeling of darkness crawling all over him told him he'd succeeded in lifting the shadows from the young man for a while, but he'd never had such a reaction before. He looked up and for the first time got a good look at his newest ward. He'd been right when he thought William was young, in the fluorescent light of the bathroom he looked no older than fifteen, but Elias was pretty sure it was mostly due to malnourishment. At least it hoped it was because he'd never been attracted to children before and William was gorgeous in a way that made his groin tighten. Huge silver eyes was staring at him from a face so hauntingly beautiful it made Elias heart ache. Everything from the straight nose to the lush mouth seemed to be designed to please. The filthy mass of hair that hung down his back was probably blonde when clean, now it was seven shades of dirt.

“What did you do?” William asked, his voice shaky with emotion.

“I…” Elias hesitated. “I lifted your darkness for a while.”

William looked doubtful and his eyes flitted around the bathroom, probably looking for the demons he usually saw. Elias didn't have the heart, or the courage, to tell him that even if he'd still been able to see them, no creatures of darkness dared dwell this close to an angel.

“Why don't you take a nice long shower,” Elias said kindly. “I'll put some nice clean clothes for you on the counter and fix you something to eat.”

William's eyes unexpectedly filled with tears and he looked to the floor in shame. “Thank you,” he whispered brokenly.

Elias smiled fighting the insistent urge to pull William close and cuddle him. “Maybe while you eat I'll see if I can do something about that hair of yours,” he said instead.

William looked up and smiled a trembling smile trough the tears. “That would be very nice of you,” he said formally.

Elias smiled back and for a few moments they just stared into each other's eyes. Wrenching his gaze away almost angrily Elias left William in the bathroom and stomped out into the kitchen.

“Is this your doing?” he asked Gabriel out loud.

“No.”

The answer came from behind him and Elias spun around to find the archangel standing with his back against the bathroom door.

“You gave him to me,” he accused. “You can't do that to people.”

“I'm not doing anything to him,” Gabriel said calmly. “You know that even we can't create love where love is not supposed to be. Besides, you wanted love, remember?”

“Not like this… Not forced love. I…”

“You're just scared,” Gabriel interrupted. “And it's not forced. You two are Meant to be. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. He would have found his way to you eventually, but by then it might have been too late for the both of you.”

Elias averted his gaze looking intently at a pixie playing with a dust bunny. “I don't think I'm ready for love,” he admitted silently.

Gabriel chuckled. “Yes, you are. Just let it happen and stop fighting it. Trying to resist will just hurt the both of you.”

“How old is he?”

“Nineteen.”

“He looks younger.”

Gabriel shrugged. “Nothing much to do about that… Do you know that your wings are showing?”

“Yes,” Elias said testily. “It because he can see them.”

Gabriel smiled. “I have to go now. Good luck.”

Elias kept staring at the place the archangel had been just a moment before lost in his thoughts. It seemed that True Love had found him after all, in a form and shape he'd never expected, but at least it explained why he'd always preferred his men young and blond.

Later that night when Elias was lying in his bed with a warm, clean, fed and groomed body curled against his side he tried to straighten things out in his mind, but was failing as spectacularly as he'd done with getting William to sleep on the pull out couch. Maybe some things just wasn't meant to be reasoned with, he thought, maybe some things were just meant to happen. Shifting slightly he pulled his wings up around them enveloping his newfound treasure in a cocoon of silky feathers.

The End, to be continued in “And Angels Do Get Laid” on December 20.