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There were nights where the shack was frigid as the arctic, and then there were times where it was as hot as the fires of hades. That night however it was not to hot and not too cold but it was very humid. Rain had begun to pour down and Leon could only sit gazing out the window, clutching a blanket around his thin frame. The shack wasn't horribly bad and his companion wasn't all that unagreeable. But he did wish for the companionship of his twin brother, and his younger sister. A sigh left his lips as he watched the droplets cling to the hazy window and slip down the pane. A tear mimicked one of the droplets as it dripped down his face.

"Thinking about your siblings again Leon?"

Leon was woken out of his daze when he heard the low voice of his companion beside him. When did he get there? Blue eyes held concern for Leon; it was reminiscent of Alex's gaze when Alex was worried about him. But Leon closed his eyes and glanced away curling into himself even more. He flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder but relaxes when it gave his shoulder a gentle reassuring squeeze.

"We'll be leaving soon. Can't stay in this shack for too much longer."

Leaving the shack. Was it possible?

Mine

I needed some nitty gritty BDSM between John Sheppard and Ronon Dex.

He did not expect this.

He was bound to a chair, ropes confining his wrists to the back of it, a silk blindfold concealing his eyes, his legs spread apart and tied to the legs of the wooden chair he was seated upon.

He was also naked.

The chill breeze drifting into the room from the far window didn’t help either.

All this and he could care less.

If it made his lover happy then by god he would submit to this.

A hiss passed through his teeth when he felt the sharp slap of leather against his thigh. A brief pause and then another. Then a succession of three more alternating between his thighs. Pain wasn’t something he minded. In fact he enjoyed it. The leather belt began to work its way up his stomach and torso, leaving welts in its wake. Each strike just made his cock grow even harder. He let out a small groan and opened his mouth to speak but it was quickly filled by a cloth gag tied around his head. The organ was throbbing now even as he heard the heavy footsteps of his lover walking around him. He began to anticipate what he would do to him next. His lover always had surprises for him and he constantly concocted new ways to tease and torture him. It was what kept their sex life alive and full of life. A shudder quivered down his spine as the cool leather of the riding crop brushed against his cheek.

“You look so pretty bound and gagged like that Sheppard. I should tie you up more often.”

Colonel Sheppard could only quiver as the deep growling voice of his lover breathed into his ear. He had the riding crop in hand and felt the sting of it against his face. Again…do that again Ronon. Don’t go easy on me tonight. He thought to himself. The crack of the crop against his other cheek made him hiss in pleasure. His cock twitched, throbbed and began to ache. He knew Ronon noticed as well. The Satedan could be rough, almost brutal some nights. Lord knew Sheppard needed it tonight, after another conflict with the wraith. They almost lost each other in the skirmish so Sheppard needed something to distract him from the fear and pain in his heart. Another sting of the crop on his body, and another. They became more violent with every strike and soon the strikes were not even from the crop itself. Ronon had switched to the nine-tailed whip. The lashes left deep welts on Sheppard’s pale skin, and they would remain there for a long while. He endured another hour of this pleasurable torture and soon enough he felt the gag removed from his mouth and his limbs released from their bindings, but the blindfold remained in place, even as he limply sat in the chair. He caught Ronon’s scent when he felt a hand cup his chin and the hot breath of the six foot five Satedan male in his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you into the bed.”

There was nothing gentle in his tone of voice but his motions were the opposite of his words. Dexterous fingers stroked John’s welted cheek and then his lips were captured by Ronon’s mouth. Hot and moist and unyielding. Just the way John liked it. He eagerly submitted to Ronon’s hungry kisses, parted his lips when prompted and dared to fight his lover’s tongue for dominance. As Ronon suckled upon John’s tongue his calloused hand gingerly trailed down the chest and torso of his lover until his fingers curled around the hot throbbing organ between John’s legs and began to stroke it. A whimper escaped John's lips as he leaned towards the bigger man. You bastard…don't make me wait now…he thought to himself as the strokes became faster and the kisses turned into sucking on his neck. Sheppard writhed against Ronon as his hand slowed its stroking.

"Please…" John begged.

"Please what. What do you want Sheppard." Came Ronon's reply. He was never known to call John a slut, a bitch or a whore. While John may have enjoyed sex and submission he was none of those things. He was so much more to Ronon than a slut.

"Fuck me into the bed."

Two seconds later John found himself thrown down upon the bed in the room, but the moment he tried to get up on his elbows he was pressed down against the bed. Ronon was too strong to be pushed off but it's not like Sheppard minded anyway. It was always a turn on when he was manhandled. Ronon's body pressed against him, he could even feel his lover's cock press against his ass. A shudder and a moan jolted through Sheppard as Ronon grasped his hips in his large hands. Without warning Ronon entered him roughly, his teeth enclosing on the pale flesh of John's shoulder.

"Yes…" John groaned as he pushed back against Ronon. Knowing the Satedan, he would be sore as hell in the morning. Ronon's pace was brutal, his grip tight on John's hips. Nails dug into his flesh, as Ronon's lips showered kisses and nips along Sheppard's shoulders and neck. He was damned determined to leave a mark, and he always did. Faster and more brutal came the thrusts and Sheppard had a hard time holding back. Until Ronon gave him permission, he was not allowed to come. It drove him wild. He was so close it was painful.

"Ronon….please…" he panted.

"Hush princess."

Ronon was now slamming his hips into John's, causing the bed to creak under his movements. His body loomed over John's, hands still gripping onto his lover's hips tightly. John almost couldn't take it, but upon feeling Ronon's hand curl around his organ once more he almost lost it but it was code for John coming whenever he needed to. As Sheppard groaned low in his throat, he released his seed, Ronon milking every last drop from him. At the same time Ronon pulled John to him, holding him there as he released a low growl as he came.

It wasn't long after both collapsed upon the bed, side by side. Taking a moment to catch their breaths Ronon pulled the smaller male to him in a warm loving embrace. Lazily, John accepted it and smiled quietly to himself. He was definitely going to be sore in the morning but he didn't care. If Ronon was the one dealing the blows, John would be sore for the rest of his life. It was part of their game, part of their agreement of Dominance and Submission. Outside of a scene Ronon and John were always equals and treated each other as such. Anything they did behind closed doors had been spoken of in great detail and great length. If there was something John didn't agree to, then it never was played out. And if John ever got uncomfortable or couldn't handle something, all that was spoken was the safe word and Ronon would stop to make sure John would be alright. That is how it was between them. John trusted Ronon with his life whether or not he was tied up.

"Mine." He heard Ronon whisper before feeling his teeth nip the shell of his ear. John was so tired from the romp all he could do was mutter an mmhmm before shifting so he could face Ronon. As soon as he shifted, he curled into his lover's warm and protective embrace, inhaling his scent and fell asleep.

Ronon drew the blanket over the two of them, keeping a muscled arm around John and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. John was safe, and so was he. That was all that mattered. Before he closed his eyes, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of John's hair and muttered a small "thank God" before falling asleep, his lover protected in his embrace.

Hook Smut

I needed it...don't judge me!!!

Eleven chimed through her apartment from the rickety old grandfather clock in the corner of the living room. It would always echo into the dining room where on an oak table were books. There were piles and piles, some open to specific pages and some tossed aside and closed. One large book however was open in front of a young brunette woman, nursing a cup of coffee and glossing over the story with its pictures. She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes and raised her arms above her head to stretch a bit.

“You always had the loveliest curve to your back.” Came a voice from behind her. A smile crossed her lips as she turned to the owner of it.

Killian Jones.

The man leaned against the wall, flaunting his torso and chest as the sweat pants he donned hung low on his hips. Slowly he made his way over to her and slid his muscular arms around her frame and pressed his lips to her bare shoulder.

“You really should take a break from those books Aurelia. You haven’t stopped flipping through them since we got here.” He whispered into her ear and closed his teeth over the lobe ever so lightly. She shivered in his arms and closed the current book she was looking through.

“Maybe your right sweetheart.” She replied shifting to turn towards him and kissed him lightly, her fingers trailing over the scruff on his jawline. He drew away slightly, the chilled metal of his hook tracing along her jawline, the arc resting under her chin. He grinned his usual cheeky grin at her as his blue eyes locked with her grey ones.

“What do you say beautiful. Why don’t we get a little frisky tonight.” He suggested, his lips brushing against her neck. A quiver and a moan shuddered through her.

“Think…think your ribs can handle that…”

“My ribs will be fine.” He sucked on the area where her neck met her shoulder, his teeth biting against the flesh a bit. “The needs of my beloved are far more important to me…especially when she is in…” his tongue licked up her neck and he blew into her ear, causing her to shiver again, “ heat.”

Damn he had her there. She had been feeling more frisky than usual and had tried to distract herself with the books to help Belle…but really all she could do was read the book Henry let her borrow. The one with all of their stories in it. Even hers. His hot mouth kissed and sucked, even bit down on her shoulder. This only fanned the flames burning in her loins and she groaned rising from her seat and pressed her mouth to his. It was an action of sheer need, sheer instinct and desire. Rei couldn’t help but give into her baser instincts when she went into heat. Damn that wolfish nature of hers.

And that is what always turned Killian on…other than the fact that she was still the beautiful and passionate woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago. Clutching her to his body he kissed her back, his tongue fighting hers for dominance in their little battle. Fire ignited between the two, a fire whose flame had nearly been extinguished. Rei moaned into his mouth, her loins throbbing from the heat but she wasn’t the only one hot and bothered. Killian’s pants grew tight around his groin, the half erect organ pressed against her hip as he led her to their bedroom and pinned her to the king sized bed with maroon satin sheets. His lips attacked her chest as his hand, and hook slowly began to remove the black tube top that clad her perfect breasts. Once he pulled the top away from her breasts he wasted no time in taking one into his mouth, his hook curling around the other ever so gently. If only he could squeeze it. Rei arched into him, biting her lower lip and inhaling sharply. His tongue flicked her nipple before taking it in his teeth and tugging on it lightly. A small squeal was produced from her due to this action and he enjoyed it immensely. His lips tenderly kissed her chest and neck as he moved to abuse her other breast with his mouth. His right hand busied itself with squeezing and caressing her previously abused breast and he grinned against her flesh, beard scratching against it, when he felt her hands grip onto his hair. Every sound that came from her delighted him, sent shivers down his spine, and only made his loins throb that much more.

“Killian…” He heard her moan. Tugging the sensitive nub of flesh with his teeth lightly he trailed his tongue along the center of her chest up her neck and to the right to her ear.

“What do you want beautiful.” His voice was husky in her ear as he nipped at it, his hand still massaging her breast.

“Just you…” She breathed and took the moment to flip them over so she straddled on top of him and fervently pressed her lips to his, making quick work of removing her pants and then his before her lips attacked his neck in nips kisses and bites. He arched beneath her, his freed erection brushing against the inside of her thigh. Gods he needed to be inside her. It had been too long for both of them. A throaty groan left his lips as her hands drew themselves up and down his chest and torso. Aurelia always liked the hair on his chest and took every opportunity she could to stroke it. A devious grin crossed her lips, her lower lip caught between her teeth, a usual expression she wore before she mounted him. In his history, she was the only woman who ever rode him, but that’s because he would let her. Being the tease that she was she grasped his erect organ in her hand and teased it with her dripping sex. Killian groaned again his hand grasping her hip, and hook brushing the brunette tresses out of her face. His eyes locked with hers a grin upon his scruffy face.

“Ride me Aurelia, ride me as hard as you can.” He groaned his cock twitching at the thought of her riding him. But she giggled still teasing him to the point where it was almost painful. It was always a part of their little game.

“Ask me nicely and I might oblige.” She replied leaning over and kissing him. He whimpered against her lips as her hand gave his manhood a squeeze and ran her fingers through his hair. Eyes begged her as she drew away her fingers dancing across his beard and lips.

“Please love…I need you like the earth needs the sun…please…”

It was the last please that coaxed her. She kissed him again positioning herself above his throbbing organ before easing herself down upon him. In unison they groaned as she sheathed him inside of her. Rei released a small moan a contented smile upon her face.

“Gods Killian you feel so good…”

“You feel better. It’s been too long.”

He eased himself to a sitting position as she started a slow pace of love making. Raising her hips she moaned again and slid down onto him. The action felt amazing to both Rei and Killian. He pulled her close, enjoying the flesh against flesh, his chest pressed against her breasts. She touched her forehead to his, her arms circling around his neck and she sped up the pace. It didn’t take much time for him to thrust up into her, the action causing her to moan in sheer pleasure. He hissed as she shifted to switch the angle and then thrust into her hard and held her to him to keep her from moving. She whimpered, squirmed, writhed even when he did this and began to pout at him.
“Killian…” She pouted.

“Shh love. You enjoy this…it’s all part of our game.”

He kissed her tenderly as she writhed and moaned in his embrace. She knew damn well it was a part of their game, another reason why she loved and hated him all at once. But he eventually released her, his right hand gripping the soft flesh of her buttocks as she began to ride him again. The angle he penetrated her at stroked his favorite spot inside of her. It was the one spot where she would writhe and scream and beg him for more. Soon she began to writhe and increased the pace to slam her hips against his, his member stroking the sweet spot, or secret spot as he liked to call it. Each stroke, each thrust brought her closer and close to climax and soon she released a feral scream as she slammed her hips against his, muscles tightening around him, white flashing before her eyes and ecstasy surging through her body. A few more thrusts and he buried himself into her spilling his seed into her with a loud grunt. The both collapsed back against the bed, Rei sliding off of him to the side thoroughly contented. He released a sigh of pleasure and smiled his arm curling around her waist.

“That…that felt just as amazing as our first night…”

Rei smiled and nestled up to him her hand pressed against his chest over his heart, fingers stroking the soft hair on his chest.

“It always felt amazing…god I’ve missed this…”

She leaned up to kiss him with a smile and he kissed her back.

“You and me both love.” He replied pulling her to him, his embrace protective.

“Killian? Love?” She glanced up to him her fingers going to their favorite spot on his face. His beard.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head. “Get some rest. I think you’ve earned it.”

Rei couldn’t help but smile. Always had her best interest in mind Killian did, and she couldn’t have been happier. As she curled up to her beloved she pulled the down comforter over them. A chill had come into the room. With her head against his chest she smiled upon hearing the strong heartbeat. It often lulled her to sleep and even now she began to drift into a slumber. His hold on her tightened slightly but he closed his eyes, chin against her head and whispered.

“I will always protect you my love. Always.”

Freedom

Hey! Got a new fanfic going. I'm gonna post it here first then hopefully upload it to my account. Enjoy!

A/N: Conan the Barbarian does not belong to me. He and his world belong to his rightful owners.

Part One: Freedom

Once again, he'd been caught. Shackled and chained he curled in the corner of the cell, hiding his face from his captors, who leered and jeered at him. The cell was so small one could reach in to fondle the man and anytime a hand touched him he tried to jerk away but it only put him closer to the dirty stone corner. After maybe an hour of being touched through the bars, he was usually released from the cage and taken to a group of soldiers, needing release. There they would beat him, pull out their cocks and force him to pleasure them with his mouth…and his ass. He never received any pleasure from them and once they had their fun and abused him he was thrown back in the cramped grimy cell.

One day it was different. He heard the screams of guards and sounds of battle from the other end of the dungeon. Curious to know, he slowly crept towards the bars, wincing as he went from the night previous session. His hands curled around the slimy iron bars and blue green eyes widened when he saw a man, a hulking beast of a man barge in with a scrawny companion and grab the jailer. He couldn't hear the words muttered. All he could hear was the jailer begging for mercy and the low growling voice of the barbarian torturing him. He thought to himself, fat bastard deserves it for how he treats us, kill him you barbarian…kill him.

But the barbarian had another idea in mind.

The hulking beast of a man noticed the slave in the jail cell and yanked the key dangling from the jailer’s neck. It took a mere three stride to cross to the cell where the slave was being held and in those three stride the skinny slave cowered in the corner. He did have a single clue of what he barbarian would do to him, and he was terrified of what this feral man beast would do. That wasn’t until their eyes locked. Green met blue and within those green eyes the slave saw hurt, anger, rage, sympathy, and something else he couldn’t place in the swirling green orbs. The barbarian unlocked the jail cell door, stepped aside, and looked him directly in the eye again.

“Go. You’re free.” His voice was gruff, low, almost beast like. But then again it wasn’t surprising. What surprised the slave even more was the tone and the fact that this man was giving him his freedom. Maybe it might last longer than a few months…he thought to himself as he slowly rose to his feet and staggered out of the cell. His blue eyes glanced up to the barbarian once more, silently offering him thanks then hurried out of the cell, and through hidden passageways to escape.

He lurked in a corner only an hour after his escape only to watch the handsome barbarian, for the slave thought the beast of a man was very handsome indeed, humiliate and leave the jailer for the slaves to kill just to get the key, buried in his belly. With that the barbarian turned away form the sight, having seen enough bloodshed for one day and moved towards the ship he was to board. The slave himself staggered in the barbarian’s to bid his savior farewell and get his name.

“Wait!”

The barbarian turned, green eyes focused on the skinny figure staggering towards him. The slave collapsed to his knees and grasped onto the leathers tied around the barbarian’s waist before looking up to him with his blue eyes again. This time they had a spark in them, the spark of life.

“What.” The barbarian grunted.

The slave took a deep breath to help catch his breath before smiling, the first time in years.

“Thank you…for freeing me…” He said, his voice slightly raspy from months of disuse.

“No one deserves to be in a cage.” The barbarian replied.

After a moment the slave released his leathers and slowly rose to his feet.

“What is your name…so I may tell others of your kindness.”

The barbarian raised a brow at the slave, confused. Had he not heard of his deeds against rivaling tribes and his travels? Was it true that this slave, nay this man had never heard of him?

“You’ve never heard of me?”

Ashamed, the slave lowered his eyes and shook his head. Not once had he heard anything of the outside world during his captivity.

“Nay…I have not…”

The barbarian gave him a once over then opened his mouth to speak.

“Conan.” Was all he uttered.

Conan. Suited a man of his nature. The slave glanced up to him, gratitude upon his face.

“Thank you…Conan.”

“You’re welcome…you got a name?”

Conan was being surprisingly civil with him. The slave would expect him to grunt and leave, but yet he lingered. Why?

“Lucian…”

“Surname?”

Lucian once again averted his eyes and shook his head. He had forgotten his family’s name long ago…not since they were slaughtered and killed by a fierce warlord, who found him too pretty to be slaughtered like swine. Instead he was taken as a pleasure slave for his men and then was sold off when they grew tired of him.

“I have none…”

“Apologies.”

Conan turned his head just as crew members began to yell but he turned black to the slave and lifted his chin with a large calloused hand. Lucian flinched from his touch and hugged himself. The barbarian had expected this and drew his hand away from Lucain’s cheek.

“Go Lucian. Enjoy your freedom.” Was the last thing Conan said before departing to his ship. Lucian stood there hugging himself for a moment, a string of thoughts going through his mind. The barbarian’s touch was gentle, instead of forceful and he spoke to him as a human being, as a person instead of as a thing. By the time he glanced up to say something, Conan had left and the ship was just sailing away from the dock. He sunk to his knees and watched as the ship sailed away, his heart growing lighter at the setting sun behind it.