Eames and Mal have been seducing each other for years. But this time, Mal brings backup.

"You can't make a sub the military commander of Atlantis," Ford said.

Four days and two phone calls later, Ray is at Recon for an audition. Nate had called it a screen test, like hiring Ray was a done deal. But Ray knows that no matter what Nate thinks, Brad still needs to be convinced.

The man didn't make idle threats.

The owner of the elite BDSM club M. had not gained his reputation as the most coveted Dominant on the scene by taking on just any riff-raff submissive who asked. It would take an unexpected letter to convince him to accept a new client, but it might turn out to be the biggest mistake he ever made.

1970s San Francisco mutant-owned leather club AU. Erik wants Charles to be his boy, then wants Charles to be something more. Through the miracle of hand-waving, Charles and Raven are 18, Erik 38, and everyone else slightly older than movie age. I planned a short PWP, but Charles and Erik were determined to have their epic romance no matter the setting.

"Fairly everyday stuff. If it's too mundane, I'll completely understand if you're not interested."

If he wasn't interested? Erik gave him a blank look, and the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself: "you did see my record, right?"

"Oh yes, that," Xavier said vaguely. "I did. Metal, isn't it? I suppose that's why you were touching that gate. Can't imagine it myself, having my own abilities restrained."

“I want you to tie me up,” Steve says finally, voice steady even as he refuses to meet Tony’s eyes.

They're in Kiev the first time it happens – it's a complex job with a condescending extractor who has a grudge against Arthur that no one can adequately explain, and Arthur gets so wound up, and comes so close to snapping. It's disconcerting to witness him losing his ever-present cool, so Eames defies self-preservation instinct and pulls him aside with stern, bracing words, with a firm grip and a level voice, Get a hold of yourself, I fucking mean it. The fact that this actually works is categorically unexpected.

Jim's pretty sure he's got mutiny right now. He's got a lapful of mutiny.

The swat Steve aims at his ass in retaliation is equally playful, but like a switch tripped Tony's brain flips from light-hearted fun times before they head home to wanting something that'll keep them both working late.

After pining for longer than he'd care to admit, Arthur asks Merlin out and gets more than he expected.

Harry wished he didn't respond to Malfoy this way, wished his self-control wasn't reduced to nothing the second Malfoy touched him.

Over the years, plenty of people had offered their bodies to Sherlock. He had never accepted, and never planned to. But John was the first person who had ever offered his mind as well.

The impulse to hang Mike from the rafters and find out where it hurts is nothing compared to how strongly Harvey has to restrain himself from rewarding Mike when he’s done well, when Mike is looking at him full of longing and hope for praise, and Harvey wants nothing more than to shower him with words and touches showing Mike exactly how good Harvey thinks he is. OR; in which Jessica Knows Everything, and also there is bondage and wooing, not necessarily in that order.

Harvey takes exception to Mike's tie, Mike's habit of sitting on his desk, Mike's lunch partner...everything but Mike himself.

He likes Mike.

Still, as Arthur so kindly reminded him, it’s not his place to comment. Arthur is an adult, and more than capable of making his own decisions. If he wants to sign himself over to some hopelessly out-classed amateur who doesn’t deserve to lick the ground he walks on, that’s his choice.

"King Taranis is dead."

Arthur is chained in the same manner as Morgana before him, and like her his head remains unbowed as the shackles close around his wrists.

He stores it up for later, all that raw hysteria, to relish in a moment when he is alone. He stores L’s stricken look away too, and can barely contain himself. The weeks without the Death Note have given him time to imprint L’s face on his mind – he can see it, the gaze of friendship, the eyes that are by now too comfortable watching him, too warm, even as they widen in suspicion.

Remus' arms twist behind his head, curved slightly at the elbows and crossed at the wrists. Black velvet secures him to the bed, thin strips that bite delicately just above the bone, whispering softly over his skin as he tries to move.

"After all, you are our most prized art restorer."

Wherein Arthur is considering how one goes about asking one’s manservant if he would like to be tied up, and said manservant is sort of depraved.

"You showed a remarkable ability to function commendably even after enduring great physical stress."

Spock needs Jim's help with a little experiment.

However, it would, in fact, be illogical for you to beam down as the acting submissive. As you are captain of the vessel, they will expect you to be the "alpha male," so to speak.

"There's no need for being so glum. Twenty-nine's the new nineteen, they say."

Arthur is a bored, high-profile executive; Merlin runs a company which offers 'executive abductions' for charge. Arthur hires Merlin to kidnap him, and once the job is over, he can't keep away.

Chris finds out that Zach's a lady on the street but a freak in the sheets.

Watson gets into a rather embarrassing situation when an anonymous letter arrives with breakfast. Can he escape it without destroying his and Holmes' friendship?

Bizarre alien peace rituals, drunken debacles, Jim Kirk's pornography, the phrase 'bet your sweet ass' taken way too literally, bar fights, everyone's favorite Orion and super advanced sex toys of the future you wish you had now. A love story.

"Are you and Zoe, y'know..."

Peter thinks, this should be harder. He thinks, she's never liked my other partners this much. As he refills both their glasses and opens another bottle, he thinks, I shouldn't like the way he makes her smile, but Christ I do.

Luna says it was Cho who started it all, yes, indeed, but this game is all Luna’s idea.

Merlin knows that getting off fastest when he's got some BDSM porno playing loud on the computer doesn't mean he'd really like to be that bloke, gagged and bent over and bound. Right?

"Sometime in the next few days, my brother is going to proposition you. Sexually. And he'll do it in the bluntest, frankest, most graphic way possible. Most likely in front of either your date or the landlady." Mycroft paused to check for John's shock. "It will be a test. How you react will determine if you remain at 221b, or if Sherlock cuts you out of his life completely."