This is fic in which RODNEY IS A UNICORN AND JOHN IS A RAINBOW.

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The life-changing catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval ... and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in his bed? ... Deep. Cover.

When Harry starts to have erotic dreams about his godfather, he questions his sexual preference. The real issue turns out to be even more complicated and disruptive. Then there's Draco.

Harvey’s all but got the potential client in Pearson Hardman’s metaphorical lap when the kid walks in the room and changes—quite literally—the game.

He held the drill up to Draco’s forehead, and then pressed until it bit into flesh.

Since Jim was sixteen, he'd refused to go home for the night if Mom brought someone home. At first it'd been so Mom didn't have guys staying over as much, but now he was twenty-two, it'd become a courtesy. Silently, she paid him the same. They had a system all worked out, unspoken but up til now infallible.

The end of the world came precisely after a night of post-premier partying. The last of the Star Trek trilogy had been let loose on the world and the actors off their leashes to be typecast in other roles or at least until Chris Pine (and secretly Zachary Quinto too) got his wish to star in a remake of Sling Blade.