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TUESDAY - COLLECTING

Today's theme is going to be Collecting, so you might want to write about characters gathering and coming together, about collecting items or memories, about go somewhere to retrieve other characters, about collecting on a debt or a promise, about a character's need to collect his/her emotions. Be as literal or as creative as you like. Any fandom, any pairing.

Please follow the following formats (the second is for crossovers) in your requests in order to help the code-monkeys:

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

Some examples might be:

X-Files, Mulder/Scully, You have over one hundred what?
LOTRips, Sean/Viggo, too much to drink
24/James Bond, Jack Bauer/Bond, You owe me.

You may leave as many prompts as you'd like as long as they're one prompt per comment, and you can write in response to your own prompts.

If you don't see any prompts today that wake up your muses, then please check out the Lonely Prompts index for inspiration.

Most of all, have fun!!!

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noxnoctisanima
Mar. 31st, 2009 09:15 am (UTC)
Dub-Con ish
"You owe me." Was hissed into House's ear, harsh and full of anger and pain.

Wilson's hand was pressed against his neck, not exactly cutting off his air but hard enough to make it hurt. His fingers grazed along stubble, tilting House's jaw to his liking.

His mouth was hard and violent, it reminded him more of a punch than any kiss he had experienced. Wilson bit through his lip, sharp and without warning, pulling back with blood on his teeth, lips stretching back in an obscene smile.

Wilson leant his weight onto his shoulders, dropping him down onto his right knee, before forcing him all the way down. There was knife-sharp pain in his leg, digging into his back and he was pretty sure that's exactly what Wilson wanted.

It was pretty obvious what was going to happen, but that didn't make the cock forcing its way between his lips any less obscene. He knew how to do this, in a fuzzy long ago in college kind of way but Wilson didn't give him a chance, didn't seem to want to.

His head slammed back against the wall, and he choked against Wilson's cock, pressed so hard against his tongue. Everything was close and hot and smelled of sweat and anger. House braced one hand on his thigh, the other against the wall and relaxed as much as he could, taking all the hate Wilson had to give.

Wilson's breath was coming in harsh pants and his rhythm was shot, harder to move to and House could barely breath, forcing down the gag and waiting for the end.

Wilson didn't warn him, but he didn't expect it. Come dribbled down his chin as Wilson finally pulled back.

House shifted, throwing his leg out in front of him and easing a little of the ache, he rested his head against the wall.

Wilson slumped down in front of him, anger gone, face a mask, apathetic and blank.

They stayed there, close but not touching until the come had cooled and grown sticky and Wilson finally stood, holding his hand out to House.

House watched him for a moment and then allowed Wilson to pull him to his feet.
dreamsofspike
Mar. 31st, 2009 02:50 pm (UTC)
Re: Dub-Con ish
to me, after all that, there's something very sad and poignant about something as simple as house accepting wilson's hand up... very dark and chilling... very well done, love :)
noxnoctisanima
Mar. 31st, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Dub-Con ish
Thanks, To me it was about House accepting that he owed Wilson that pain and hatred and forgiving him for needing it.
merihn
Mar. 31st, 2009 08:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Dub-Con ish
Nnngh, hot and sad and hurty.

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