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Title: Remember
Rating: R
Pairing: Shatnoy
Disclaimer: Lies
Warning: BDSM
Notes: Tiny misplaced commentfic from the RPF general kinkmeme. See warning. I...don't like this much.
"The thing about you," Len says, conversationally, in a voice running smooth as night water, "is that the more I want you to remember something I've told you, the more likely you are to have forgotten it."
He runs the flat of the crop up Bill's naked spine, lightly, casually. Bill shivers under his touch; his head jerks sideways. Leonard smiles slowly. "You know what you need, Billy?"
Bill draws a deep breath, shakes his head. It is the way a child shakes its head when it knows it is expected to, undirected and too hard, head lolling sideways to rest ultimately against one upraised arm. He twists his bound hands, not straining, but shifting. Leonard raises the tip of his crop and flicks it over the palm of Bill's hand, to be rewarded by a flinch and then stillness.
"For a start," Leonard says, "you need to keep still until I say otherwise."
Bill nods, bites his lower lip, falls still again, quiescent. Leonard nods back at him, approving. "That's it," he says, voice velvet over broken glass. "You're going to remember what I tell you this time, Billy. I swear to God, you're going to remember."
A flash of light on a bare blade makes Bill jolt, jerk his head away from the motion, but Leonard is only cutting the rope, and he laughs, switches Bill across the back of the neck for his reaction. Bill falls to his knees, breathless. Leonard smiles at him. The light glints on his teeth, a second flash of fear that finds itself a mirror in Bill's eyes, layered over the darker wash of his lust.
"Don't forget this," Leonard says, hand on the back of Bill's head, nudging at his half-open mouth. "You'll remember this, won't you? Won't you, Billy?"
He thrusts forward, a fierce sheathing motion, attacking.
Bill opens his mouth, his throat; swallows him deep.
He won't forget.
This one will hopefully temper the weirdness of the above, with random fluff.
Title: Emmys, 1968
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Pairing: Shatnoy
Disclaimer: Never happened!
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
screamlet, for her prompt on the Shatnoy kinkmeme.
Summary: BILL AND LEONARD THROW A TONGUE-IN-CHEEK 'WE WEREN'T NOMINATED FOR ANYTHING' EMMY PARTY SOMETIME DURING TOS. IT IS HELD IN LEONARD'S BED. THE TV MUST BE THERE.
"Bill, put that down. It's starting."
"It's not starting! It's not starting! They're still just filming people you've never heard of showing off on the red carpet! And you said I could have as much popcorn as I could eat before it started-started and I maintain that it hasn't, yet - Leonard!"
"I'm not listening to this. It's starting and that's all there is to it. There'll still be popcorn when it's done."
"All right, all right. Jesus. It's not like it's something that's gonna require my full attention. I mean, who the fuck is that guy with the hair? Who nominated him?"
"You realise, don't you, that if I actually had been nominated for Spock, there'd be someone home in bed saying that exact thing?"
"Yeah, well. Shame they're not gonna get the opportunity, isn't it?"
"...ha. Maybe."
...
" - Bill, get your hand out of the popcorn bowl. Look, they're doing best actor! They're doing best actor. And you're getting crumbs in the bed. I swear to God, if you get crumbs in the lube I won't be apologising to you for the chafing."
"I don't care about best actor. We all know who's the best actor. And I wasn't nominated. So everyone else can just suck it up, and I hope the renegade who walks off with the Emmy knows he stole it from me, goddammit."
"...Bill."
"What. What? Don't eyebrow me. You're not Spock now. Apparently you're not even that good at being Spock, according to the Emmy people."
"I thought we agreed the Emmy people didn't know shit?"
"Well, yeah, but - "
"And so you're saying you're not the captain either, right now? So if I - do - this - "
"kdjfbakjdgb LEONARD! Len - Lenny - okay, come on, come on, stop it, Len, you know I'm ticklish I'm gonna spill the LEONARD - "
"...you can't do me for insubordination?"
"I'll do you for something - eep! - else altogether if you don't - oh. Mmmmmm."
"Mhm."
"Mmm."
All in all, the Emmys 1968 were an enjoyable experience for all.
Title: Remember
Rating: R
Pairing: Shatnoy
Disclaimer: Lies
Warning: BDSM
Notes: Tiny misplaced commentfic from the RPF general kinkmeme. See warning. I...don't like this much.
"The thing about you," Len says, conversationally, in a voice running smooth as night water, "is that the more I want you to remember something I've told you, the more likely you are to have forgotten it."
He runs the flat of the crop up Bill's naked spine, lightly, casually. Bill shivers under his touch; his head jerks sideways. Leonard smiles slowly. "You know what you need, Billy?"
Bill draws a deep breath, shakes his head. It is the way a child shakes its head when it knows it is expected to, undirected and too hard, head lolling sideways to rest ultimately against one upraised arm. He twists his bound hands, not straining, but shifting. Leonard raises the tip of his crop and flicks it over the palm of Bill's hand, to be rewarded by a flinch and then stillness.
"For a start," Leonard says, "you need to keep still until I say otherwise."
Bill nods, bites his lower lip, falls still again, quiescent. Leonard nods back at him, approving. "That's it," he says, voice velvet over broken glass. "You're going to remember what I tell you this time, Billy. I swear to God, you're going to remember."
A flash of light on a bare blade makes Bill jolt, jerk his head away from the motion, but Leonard is only cutting the rope, and he laughs, switches Bill across the back of the neck for his reaction. Bill falls to his knees, breathless. Leonard smiles at him. The light glints on his teeth, a second flash of fear that finds itself a mirror in Bill's eyes, layered over the darker wash of his lust.
"Don't forget this," Leonard says, hand on the back of Bill's head, nudging at his half-open mouth. "You'll remember this, won't you? Won't you, Billy?"
He thrusts forward, a fierce sheathing motion, attacking.
Bill opens his mouth, his throat; swallows him deep.
He won't forget.
This one will hopefully temper the weirdness of the above, with random fluff.
Title: Emmys, 1968
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Pairing: Shatnoy
Disclaimer: Never happened!
Notes: Written for
screamlet, for her prompt on the Shatnoy kinkmeme. Summary: BILL AND LEONARD THROW A TONGUE-IN-CHEEK 'WE WEREN'T NOMINATED FOR ANYTHING' EMMY PARTY SOMETIME DURING TOS. IT IS HELD IN LEONARD'S BED. THE TV MUST BE THERE.
"Bill, put that down. It's starting."
"It's not starting! It's not starting! They're still just filming people you've never heard of showing off on the red carpet! And you said I could have as much popcorn as I could eat before it started-started and I maintain that it hasn't, yet - Leonard!"
"I'm not listening to this. It's starting and that's all there is to it. There'll still be popcorn when it's done."
"All right, all right. Jesus. It's not like it's something that's gonna require my full attention. I mean, who the fuck is that guy with the hair? Who nominated him?"
"You realise, don't you, that if I actually had been nominated for Spock, there'd be someone home in bed saying that exact thing?"
"Yeah, well. Shame they're not gonna get the opportunity, isn't it?"
"...ha. Maybe."
...
" - Bill, get your hand out of the popcorn bowl. Look, they're doing best actor! They're doing best actor. And you're getting crumbs in the bed. I swear to God, if you get crumbs in the lube I won't be apologising to you for the chafing."
"I don't care about best actor. We all know who's the best actor. And I wasn't nominated. So everyone else can just suck it up, and I hope the renegade who walks off with the Emmy knows he stole it from me, goddammit."
"...Bill."
"What. What? Don't eyebrow me. You're not Spock now. Apparently you're not even that good at being Spock, according to the Emmy people."
"I thought we agreed the Emmy people didn't know shit?"
"Well, yeah, but - "
"And so you're saying you're not the captain either, right now? So if I - do - this - "
"kdjfbakjdgb LEONARD! Len - Lenny - okay, come on, come on, stop it, Len, you know I'm ticklish I'm gonna spill the LEONARD - "
"...you can't do me for insubordination?"
"I'll do you for something - eep! - else altogether if you don't - oh. Mmmmmm."
"Mhm."
"Mmm."
All in all, the Emmys 1968 were an enjoyable experience for all.
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Date: 2009-09-27 09:40 pm (UTC)