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[scribblinlenore]

I'm more or less halfway through, so I'm posting what I have so far. It's been really quite amusing. You guys are very creative with the titles! A few of them have me kind of stumped, and some are so good that nothing I come up with is going to live up to it. It certainly does keep me entertained when things at work get dull. *g*



Seduction of a Scottish Prince for ladydey.

From the back cover of the romance novel Seduction of a Scottish Prince:

Rebellion is afoot in a distant corner of the Scottish kingdom. Prince Alexander is dispatched by his father to regain order, and expects his royal presence will quickly quell the disquiet. Little does he realize that the Clan of Kent is not so easily intimidated. When Prince Alexander is kidnapped by Clark, the dashing son of the Kent's leader, the king refuses his ransom. Will Prince Alexander pay the ultimate price for his father's betrayal? And will the irresistible pull between the prince and the young rebel change both their lives forever?


An excerpt:

The spark in Clark's green eyes was faintly mocking. "So it seems your father doesn't care to have you back."

Alexander pressed his lips into a thin, grim line. He knew, of course, what happened to captives who weren't ransomed, and he had to wonder if this had been his father's plan all along, an easy way to be rid of him and make Lucas heir in his stead.

Clark took a step closer. "Since it seems you're going to be with us for a while, you should know that every man pulls his weight in our clan." He took one of Alexander's hands in his, turned it over between his palms. "Soft. I bet you've never done an honest day's work in your life."

Alexander pulled himself up to his full height, ready with an indignant response.

But Clark cut him off before he could begin, "That's all right." His eyes traveled lazily over Alexander's body, making Alexander feel strangely too warm. "I suspect there are other ways you can earn your keep..."





The Man with the Golden Gun for enderwiggin24.

From the IMDB synopsis of The Man with the Golden Gun:

In the fourth movie in the series, criminal mastermind Alexander Luthor, aka Lex Luthor, is back and badder than ever, with a nefarious new weapon he calls the Golden Gun. He lures Agent Kent to a deserted warehouse and shoots him with the mysterious golden ray that induces both amnesia and extreme suggestibility. Lex Luthor convinces Agent Kent that he's actually Clark "Manley" Slams, gay porn star, and that Lex is his manager and lover. Naughty shennanigans ensue as Lex attempts to melt the polar ice caps while keeping his nemesis busy filming blowjobs. The fate of the world hangs in the balance. Will Agent Kent come out of the haze of sex and forgetfulness in time to save humanity?

Excerpt from the script:

INT:
A luxurious living room, all white and chrome. It's Clark's first evening alone with Lex. Lex stands at the bar mixing martinis, hands a glass to Clark. Lex is wearing his traditional white suit, while Clark is attired in a red-white-and-blue sequined g-string.

CLARK
(looks down at his outfit somewhat dubiously) Are you sure this is all I usually wear around the house? It seems sort of...skimpy. Even for a... (blushes, unable to bring himself to say gay porn star)

LEX
(in a reassuring tone) You hate to feel encumbered. (His gazes fastens meaningfully on Clark's crotch) And I hate for you to hide your assets.

Clark blushes, turns, notices a side table with some rather menacing looking sex toys arranged on it. He picks up a studded vibrator.

CLARK
(swallowing visibly) Is this...just for display?

LEX
(shakes his head) That's one of your favorites, actually. (He smiles seductively) You're very adventurous. (Takes a step closer, runs a hand up Clark's bare chest, his voice becoming deeper, more suggestive.) Don't worry. I'm sure it will all start coming back to you tonight when we're in bed together.





It Was the Boy Who Followed for katkim.

It was the boy who followed that always ended up in the shit, so Dale's grandmamma always warned him. He hadn't thought too much about it back then, adrift in his loneliness the way he'd been, nobody to follow anywhere, to any end, good or bad, even if he'd been of a mind to. Dale just never was too good with people, all want and no way to say even half of what he would have liked to. He wandered the gray halls of high school like somebody who was just visiting. Even his teachers didn't recognize him when they ran into him at the Food Lion or the Long John Silvers.

That's the thing he always thinks about now--because he has nothing but time to think--that he wouldn't have ended up where he did if he hadn't been so dazzled by people and the easy connections they just seemed to fall in to, those magic circles he'd spent all his life on the outside of looking in.

After high school was over, he'd started working construction for Joe Walden, one of his Uncle Deuce's friends who had his own contracting company, and Dale had really hoped things might be different. That he might be different. By lunchtime on the first day, that pale little hope had all but been snuffed out. When the whistle blew for break time, Joe Walden went to the trailer with his foreman to talk money, and the rest of the guys straggled off to somebody's car to smoke weed, and Dale sat down on a rock and ate his tomato sandwich in the quiet, alone like he always.

It went on like that, day after day, until one noontime break, Billy Preston, kind of the unofficial leader of the guys on the work crew, turned to Dale and said with a chipped-tooth smile, "Hey, why don't you come have lunch with us? We never do know where you go off to."

Dale dug the toe of his shoe into the dirt nervously. "Oh, I just sit right here."

Billy swung an arm over his shoulder and grinned. "Well, hell, we're not fascinatin' or nothin', but we gotta be more interesting than that."

The rest of the guys laughed, and Dale figured it was okay to smile.

"So what do you say?" Billy asked.

Dale nodded. "Sure. Sure thing. I'd be pleased to join you."

Billy clapped his hands together. "Great!" And then frowned. "'Cept..."

"What?" Dale asked, too quickly.

"I promised my ma I go by the bank for her. But my car's a piece of shit, I tell you what. I'm always surprised it gets me anywhere. You wouldn't mind driving me into town, would you, Dale?"

"Oh, no, of course not."

Billy nodded in the direction of two other guys. "Hank and Ray here might like to go along. That okay?"

"Well sure." Dale's head bobbed in his eagerness.

Billy clapped him on the back. "Let's go then."

The thing is--this is what Dale always thinks--there just wasn't any way to know what they were planning. If he had, he wouldn't have drove them to that bank. But he didn't know, and he did drive them, and when they came running back out like bats from hell, he believed they really were just worried about being late from lunch and getting docked some pay. He didn't know anything about the robbery or the guard that got killed, didn't know Billy and the other guys had had guns hidden under their jackets the whole way into town, not until the state troopers came to his grandmamma's door to take him away. Not until it was too late.

He believed every word they said, believed they were finally going to let him inside. He believed them, and no one believes him. And that's twenty-five to life, just for wanting somebody to finally notice that he was there.





Growing into Me for feliz581.

This is a world-turned-upside-down style "body!swap" story, only the transformation isn't physical and it doesn't happen all at once. It's a gradual becoming of the other brother.

It all starts when the boys try to exorcise a lady spirit from an old plantation house in Mississippi. They salt and burn what they believe are the woman's bones, out in the family cemetary, but when they go back into the house, she's still there, a look on her face like she's smiling, like she's laughing at them.

"People have tried a lot harder than that to get rid of me, and never have," she tells them, in this sweet, mesmerizing voice that gets inside their heads and stays there. "Besides, I can't go before I give you your gift."

She raises her hand, and white light arcs out of her palm, hits them both, so hard it knocks them down, knocks them out.

When they come to, the woman is gone, and Dean says, "You think maybe burning the bones just took a while to kick in?"

"I don't know," says Sam, although he's pretty sure that's not what happened.

They pick themselves up, get on with their lives, find the next case, go back to work. Little by little, though, Sam starts to realize he's not acting like himself. They go out for a beer, and he flashes a smile at a group of ladies sitting at the bar, chats them up, walks off with a napkin with a phone number written in lipstick.

Dean wants to know, "What the hell was that?"

Sam shrugs, grins. "I can't help it if I have a way with the ladies, now can I?"

He develops an obsession for checking their weapons, cleaning the guns, doublechecks the lock at least three times every night before they go to bed. This enormous, almost crushing sense of responsibility starts to bloom in his chest. Every time he looks at his brother, he thinks: He's all I have in the world, and it's my job to keep him safe.

At the same time, Dean is starting to act like a rebel.

"There's got to be more to life than this," he says sullenly one day when they're on the trail of a werewolf.

"More than protecting innocent people from getting their throats ripped out by something evil?"

Dean turns his head stubbornly and stares out the window.

It goes on like that, Sam getting more like Dean, Dean getting more like Sam, until they have this big blow up. Sam yells at Dean that what they do is important, that he's just being selfish. Dean yells at Sam that he just wants to be normal, have a life to call his own. In that moment, the spell is finally broken, and they each return to themselves, with the knowledge of the other person's experience fully intact.

There's a final scene where they kind of talk around the issue, in tight-lipped brother fashion. Dean lets Sam know he understands his need to be his own person, not to be overshadowed by the Winchester way of life. And Sam acknowledges how protective Dean has felt toward him since they were kids, and tries to tell him that it's not his responsibility to take care of him anymore. He's all grown up, and it's a two-way street. From now on, they need to take care of each other.

Somewhere out in the mist, the lady spirit is smiling, her work here all done.





Growing into Me (alternate version) for feliz581.

This takes place maybe sometime in Season Three. The attraction between Clark and Lex is still there, still strong, but it's starting to fester, turn dark, from all the lies and repression.

There are rumors going around town that there's something up at the LexCorp factory. Clark, in true Clark form, is demanding honesty from Lex about what he's doing out at the factory, the experiments he's working on, at the same time he himself continues to lie about pretty much everything.

Lex, in typical Lex style, deflects all Clark's questions without giving away any actual information, so Clark decides to sneak into the factory and find out for himself. He uses his vision to scope out the place and finds a secret inner room, locked up behind a three-foot thick titanium door. He makes his way there, breaks open the door, and finds...Lex waiting for him inside.

"Clark," Lex says in a perfectly even voice. "I'm glad you could join me."

Clark feels sheepish, but goes on the offensive anyway, demanding to know what Lex has been hiding.

Lex sweeps out his arm. "Please. Let me give you a personal tour."

There are tanks, with what look to be some kind of living organisms in them, and Lex moderates as he leads Clark from one tank to the next, "As you can see they're at different stages of development. We haven't had a great deal of luck creating them so they can survive in the atmosphere, but I feel confident we'll solve the problem eventually."

As they proceed down the line of tanks, the creatures inside start to look more human, more like a boy, like...

Clark stops, as if he's been slapped. "They're," his voice falters, "growing into me."

Lex turns, his expression both ruthless and matter-of-fact. "You should know me well enoiugh by now, Clark, to realize that if I can't get what I want by conventional methods I'll find another way."

"But--" Clark doesn't know what to say. He can only stare helplessly.

Lex comes closer, thrusts his hand into Clark's hair, not gently. "Just so you know, it's not because I want what you can do. I doubt these replicas will be able to throw a two-ton titanium door off its hinges, and I don't care. As long as they have this pretty cocksucker's mouth," he traces Clark's lips with his finger, "that's all that matters."

Clark just blinks at him.

Lex lets him go, moves to the door. "I'll leave you here to commune with yourself." He turns, gives Clark a smile that's a barb. "You can destroy the tanks, of course. But if you do, they'll die. Think carefully whether you really want to be responsible for your own personal genocide."

Then he's gone, and Clark can just stare at the air where he was standing. The look in Lex's eyes was insane and spiteful, and yet there's a warm feeling in Clark's stomach, because Lex wants him this dementedly, and now he has the image in his head of his lips surrounding Lex's cock, and he has no idea what to do, about any of this.



[WB RPS: Bubblegum (posted separately)]



Love is a Brittle Madness for joyfulgirl41.

The story opens seeming like an AU. Sam and Dean are in a mental hospital, not brothers, just two patients. Sam doesn't talk, but he writes compulsively in a notebook, meticulously neat gibberish that makes sense only to him. Dean is higher functioning, but given to delusions. He and Sam are very close, roommates and the best of friends.

Dean is very clever, and he's learned how to let them out of their locked room at night, so they can sneak around, steal snacks from the staff lounge, break into the files and read other patients' secrets.

(The gay love here is optional. Maybe Dean and Sam offer each other the comfort of their bodies at night, or it could just be gen.)

Dean starts to have flashes of him and Sam in another life, where they're brothers, fighting the forces of darkness, righting wrongs. The visions get stronger, come more often, and Dean becomes convinced that this is their real life, that this world where they're both insane is black magic or some kind of curse.

He foolishly mentions it to the staff, and needless to say, they view it as a worsening of his condition. They drug him and try to talk sense to him, even separate him from Sam, which makes them both very agitated. At last, the doctor decides that the only thing that will help is ECT. Dean pleads with him, but the doctor doesn't listen, just keeps trying to tell him it's not torture, not the way he's seen it in movies, and it's all for his own good.

Dean decides he has to make a run for it before they fry his brain. So he lets himself out of his room, goes to get Sam, and they sneak off to the exit. On the way there, they get waylaid by a security guard. Sam bites the man as a diversion, motions frantically at Dean to go, and Dean reluctantly races for the door.

The moment he steps foot outside the entire scene dissolves, the hospital, the landscape, everything. He finds himself plummeting in darkness. He ends up in a heap in an old-fashioned looking parlor. There's an enormous fireplace, and an ancient old woman standing by it warming her hands.

She turns and smiles. "Back so soon?"

It all comes rushing back to him then, the way their story ends in their world, with Sam pinned to a ceiling, gutted and burning. He remembers the devil's deal he struck to prevent that.

"What happened?" he asks the old crone.

She shrugs. "It seems your spirit is stronger than I gave you credit for."

He narrows his eyes at her. "You never mentioned anything about making us patients at a mental hospital."

Mischief sparks in her eyes. "You never asked, now did you?"

"So what now?"

"Now you go back to your own lives. The pact is broken."

Dean thinks about Sam, dying and in flames. "No!"

A malicious smile curves the old woman's lips. "Then you'll have to go back, right where you left off."

Dean bows his head, agrees.

Cut back to the mental hospital. Dean is strapped down on the table, electrodes stuck to him. "Sam," he says, before they put the rubber guard into his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue.

They go through with the treatment, and the next day, Dean is sitting quietly in the TV room. Sam is beside him, happily writing in his notebook. Drool keep dripping down the corner of Dean's mouth, but his arm feels to heavy to lift, to wipe it away. He stares out the window, at the clouds drifting across the sky, and he thinks that if he has to be in this place at least he has with him the one person he cares about in the world.





Devil in the Details for dopplegl.

This story is an angsty take on Bedazzled. It takes place around the time that Sam is 18, and he's desperately wishing for a normal life.

(It could be a slash or gen story. If slash, he and Dean have slowly become more and more physical with each other until Sam has to admit to himself that they're lovers, and he wants to leave behind that guilt. Or it could simply be that he's tired of the Winchester way of life, and he's been fighting more and more with Dean and his father.)

The devil makes her appearance, a character I'd probably write something like Ursula in my story "Such Sweet Ruin." Sam realizes who she is, and that she'll try to trick him, but he's desperate and he has the old Winchester confidence that he can ultimately prevail.

She gives him seven wishes, and each time, predictably, the devil is in the details. He wishes he could go to college and meet a girl and become a lawyer, and that ends with Jessica pinned to the ceiling in flames. When Sam gets furious with the devil, she just shrugs. "You said you wanted to *meet* a girl, you didn't say anything about happily ever after."

So Sam keeps trying. In one, he wishes that Dean had a normal life, figuring that would free him to do his own thing. Dean is an insurance salesman with a nagging wife, two difficult children, a pile of debt, and a sensible sedan that keeps breaking down on him. It's so souless and terrible that Dean drives his car into a tree on purpose to kill himself. That really pisses Sam off. The devil says, "Have you ever really paid attention to what people's normal lives are like?"

In another scenario, Dean died in the fire, and Sam's father killed himself not long afterwards, and Sam was raised in foster homes. In yet another, Dean's personality is completely different, utterly shallow, vain, a male model only concerned with being scene at the right places with the right people. The final straw is when Dean has somebody else for a brother, some insufferable Mary Sue type who does everything he's told, and Sam won't admit it but he's jealous that Dean seems to like that brother better than he does him.

Finally, it's down to his last wish, time to give up his soul, and Sam says very tiredly, "I just want Dean to be happy."

A selfless act, and that breaks the deal. Sam gets to keep his soul, goes back to his life. It's just the way he left it, Dean kind of wary after the fight they just had.

"You over being pissy?" he asks.

Sam nods.

"Good."

There's some brotherly banter, and Sam comes to the conclusion that his life isn't so bad after all.





The Absolutely True Adventures of the WB Stars Male Orgy for storydivagirl.

There's a new head of the studio, a woman, and she gets the idea that what they need to help boost ratings is a big cover article on the WB's hottest young male stars, a la that Vanity Fair cover with the naked actresses. So she ropes Jared, Jensen, Tom and Mike into the photo shoot. The ideas is that they'll be scantily clad, lounging around, while she sits there looking smart and competent in a $10,000 Chanel suit.

It's rather an embarrassing trial for our boys. Jensen is dressed in a starched white dress shirt, unbuttoned except for one little button in a strategic location. Tom gets a skimpy black g-string to wear. Mike is draped across the waist with a sheet. Jared has to pose with his knees pulled up to his chest to make it look like he's wearing nothing at all. There is much grumbling and mockery among the four of them. Needless to say, it's the best day of the studio exec's life.

The cover comes out, and the four of them are naturally mercilessly teased by everyone they know. But more telling are the offhand comments that people make.

"You guys totally look like you're all doing each other," says the makeup girl one morning to Mike.

"What you do on your own time is your business," Kripke assures Jared.

"Does Mike give good head?" one of the cameramen asks Jensen. "'Cause he looks like he would. Jared doesn't get jealous about that, does he?"

"Do you let them all top you?" Jamie asks Tom snidely during their divorce negotiations. "Or do you save that for Mike?"

"Everyone knows you're all fucking each other," each one of the guys hears at some point after the article comes out.

They go out for a beer to bitch about it one night.

"Have you guys heard the shit people are saying?" Jared wants to know.

"People are such freaks," says Tom.

"Like any of you pussies are man enough to satisfy me," Mike insists.

"Like Tom would be willing to share," Jensen says under his breath.

Tom glares at him.

They close down the bar and end up back at Mike's house, stopping off on the way for a case of beer.

At some drunken point, Mike declares that they should prove all those horrible gossiping people wrong with a big group kiss to show they're absolutely not all attracted to one another.

"Yeah!" Jared seconds the notion.

And they all kiss, in every permutation.

"So there!" Jensen says.

"Yeah!" Tom agrees.

Then they all start kissing again. Kissing and groping, and clothes start to fly off. There's sex on the floor. Sex on the couch. Sex in Mike's king size bed. Sex on the kitchen counter and in the bathtub and bent over the pinball machine.

And that is how the rumor of the WB stars male orgy became The Absolutely True Adventures of the WB Stars Male Orgy.



Thanks to everyone for playing along! I hope to finish these up soon.

Comments

[luvmax1.livejournal.com]

I'd love to read a full-length fic version of the mental hospital meme. That little bit alone was just brilliant. And I've read Winterliv'e OT4 thing, completely hot, absolutely, but there can never be enough OT4 group porn. There's always room for more. Kind of like Jello.