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Title: People Say A Lot Of Things They Don't Mean
Fandom: Burn Notice/Fall Out Boy RPS
Pairings: Michael Westen/Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump, Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Patrick gets kidnapped, and Pete stumbles on just the person to help get him back. Michael isn't sure how he got so lucky.
Word count: ~23,000
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. More's the pity!
Author's note: Written for the Little Black Dress Challenge. Big, huge thanks to my amazing beta readers![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
linaerys and chaneen who gave me so much help on this story. You guys are the best!
( He peers out the peephole, and standing there is a dark, skinny mess of a soon-to-be-dead man, covered in tattoos, wearing yesterday's makeup. Apparently, it's not early for him, so much as very, very late. Michael considers the possibilities, black ops maneuvers for hiding bodies that involve duct tape, cuticle scissors and a bag of quick lime. The banging gets even louder, the soon-to-be dead man really putting his back into it, and Michael flings open the door. Pistol-whipping in broad daylight, he figures, will work just as well as stealth... )
Fandom: Burn Notice/Fall Out Boy RPS
Pairings: Michael Westen/Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump, Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Patrick gets kidnapped, and Pete stumbles on just the person to help get him back. Michael isn't sure how he got so lucky.
Word count: ~23,000
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. More's the pity!
Author's note: Written for the Little Black Dress Challenge. Big, huge thanks to my amazing beta readers
linaerys and chaneen who gave me so much help on this story. You guys are the best!( He peers out the peephole, and standing there is a dark, skinny mess of a soon-to-be-dead man, covered in tattoos, wearing yesterday's makeup. Apparently, it's not early for him, so much as very, very late. Michael considers the possibilities, black ops maneuvers for hiding bodies that involve duct tape, cuticle scissors and a bag of quick lime. The banging gets even louder, the soon-to-be dead man really putting his back into it, and Michael flings open the door. Pistol-whipping in broad daylight, he figures, will work just as well as stealth... )
