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

If it's Remus and Sirius, then somehow it's okay.

How it happened, from beginning to end, from the man who started it all.

Ariadne works out something's going on between her two colleagues. She just can't work out what, exactly.

"Sometimes it's hard to shut down, stop thinking. I understand that. If you need help exhausting yourself into a state in which you are capable of actually resting," Nate murmurs, eyes on Ray's mouth. "The Sergeant and I would be more than happy to assist you. In fact, we might have to insist on it. Brad's very concerned about you, and I admit, Ray, I share that concern.”

Being fuckbuddies goes well for an entire semester. Until it doesn't.

At this moment Mike cannot regret any decision he has ever made because they have all lead him to this: watching Harvey Specter fuck the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in real life.

And to think, the day started out so ordinary.

Saito's job referral draws Arthur, Eames, and Ariadne together for an extraction in Finland that proves unexpectedly dangerous and difficult, pushing the three of them past all limits and into a precarious and tender three-cornered relationship. In which Ariadne loses the future she'd planned, Eames loses the past he thought he'd already thrown away, and Arthur loses his distance, secrets are revealed and a dance for two becomes a tango for three.

Then Lilly wins... and there's something in her face that tells you she's been waiting for this for hours.

She points fingers at both of you, then brings them together. "Make out."

Neal decides to become Elizabeth's best friend and gets more than he bargained for.

Bones pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, let me get it straight. A good chunk of the crew saw you and the hobgoblin trying to suck each other's faces off, but you're insisting that you've never kissed and that you're just friends. Oh, and let's not forget the little detail that both of you have girlfriends."

Written for the prompt: "Eleven fucks Amy while Rory watches. Rory's turned on rather than jealous."

"What my darling brother means is that he’d like a threesome."

What he actually walks in on is his sister, stark naked, blowing his boyfriend, who is wearing white lacy knickers.

Tony Stark doesn't need to be safe, sane, and consensual. He has JARVIS instead. (Then he gets Steve.)

"I never thought about having sex with you in a sexual sense," said Charles. "Not at all."

Charles finds Emma instead of Raven. These are glimpses of what they became.

Gwen answers what Arthur doesn't say instead of what Merlin does. "You'll be a good king."

Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies even closer.

Sirius won't remember why he does it, or five gin and tonics, or the curve of her mouth when she laughs, just like he won't remember the dull, low ache theme:alcohol lends to the conversation, until Lily can't stop laughing and he can't stop things spilling from his mouth, like pearls and diamonds in one of those wretched fairy tales.

Kirk was born in space, he sleeps best there. Lately, though, he has felt a new kind of restlessness in his bones. His sleep is interrupted by dreams, by reliving moments of a life that isn’t his.

How do I always get myself into these muddles? That’s what I want to know. Oh, I see you trying not to laugh, you old bugger, but I’ve got a real problem here, and I don’t even think your brother could come up with the answers. He’d probably go off on one of his lectures on love, but that’s what got me into this mess, isn’t it? Love for the both of them, though apparently not the same degree of love, or anything remotely like the love they had for each other, which was…ugh. Complicated. Why does everything always have to get so bloody complicated, anyway? It was the perfect solution, in my book. It was supposed to be simple, right?

Sometimes I feel that your preference for bottoming is a reversal of Russian imperialist policies and metaphorical extension of post Soviet-collapse shrinkage.

If there were ever a definition of too much of a good thing, Spock showing up in his office with a second Jim Kirk while the first one was licking his swollen lips and grinning like a demon.

He was the Senior Medical officer on the Starfleet Flagship and that was true, but he was also a maudlin old man who was drinking the most expensive brandy he could afford with the same grace as the boys back home would swill backwoods moonshine. And he was drinking it alone.

"I mean, obviously I can get one in your size, and the computer’s designed to handle lots of different species, so your torso shape won’t be an issue, either. There’s a couple of slight style variations, depending on the physical attributes of the crewman—you want to look through and take your pick?"

Uhura realizes that she and Spock share an attraction.

"Incredible gay sex, keptain."

"Oh, no—no, no, no. You are not here, you are an apparition or a halucination, because that security system is an unbeatable, Alec Hardison special—cannot be jacked by any electronics, circumvented by any thief, not even you, and therefore, you are not here.

The way Neal says it, though, amused and dismissive, is almost insulting. Of course Peter would never do such a thing, Neal's tone implies. Absurd notion.

Everything was going fine until the elevator spent ten seconds in free fall.

In another universe, Peter Burke went corporate. He wouldn't have met Neal Caffrey -- except Neal tried to rob his company. And Peter, naturally, caught him.

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.

Neal doesn't call Peter anything but 'Peter'. When it all first starts, and he is carefully figuring out his place in their life, he sometimes has trouble calling Peter anything at all, because his throat closes up around the sound of Peter's name. During that time he lavishes what feels like enormous amounts of affection on Satchmo, whom he calls Mo; he adds various words to suit the moment. Mo Food, Mo Walks, Mo Peeing, Mo Petting. Mo Love. When Peter just looks at him and smiles, Neal thinks, 'I am as transparent as glass,' which is not a thought he is comfortable with, but he gets used to it. And eventually, 'Peter' rolls off of his tongue again, easily--said, growled, shouted, whispered, breathed. Peter. Peter. Peter.

Neal found Kate on the eighteenth of March, in a hotel on the Upper West Side exactly fifty yards beyond the edge of his two-mile radius.

Before seeing the picture, she'd just slotted Neal Caffrey in as one more thing Peter's brain couldn't let go of, and amusing yourself while your spouse hunted down the greatest international art thief of the age was certainly classier than being a football widow.

Specifically: the thought that inviting Neal for Christmas dinner would not result in any trouble and would, in fact, be an act of goodwill and kindness.

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.

"He wants you," Eames whispered into her ear, "and I want him. What do you say we split the difference?"

Donna likes being the center of her boys' attention.

Summer, 1998. Neal Caffrey robs the gallery where Elizabeth O'Dell is working late, and comes away with a lot more than art. Agent Burke has no idea what's about to hit him.

The first time Alec read a slash fic—Kirk/Spock, and it was one of the first fics he’d ever read, and he’d only scrolled down because he was curious and didn’t get the terminology yet, and daaaamn that was graphic—he backed out of the post fast.

Neal is so very tired of saying no.