Jim Profit's House of Naked

14 Profit Icons

2008-04-01T18:25:32Z

more available here

Profit to air on Chiller

2008-02-01T19:51:16Z

The Chiller network is going to start airing Profit on Feb. 7th. It appears that Chiller is only available on DIRECTV though. I posted all the details at my blog here.

Fic: Old Friends Made New 1/1 (Profit/The Pretender crossover) PG

2007-10-12T02:42:18Z

Title: Old Friends Made New
Author: Elisabeth
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Profit/The Pretender
Characters/Pairings: Jim Profit, Jarod, Miss Parker, (implied Profit/Parker)
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Summary: Changes at Gracen and Gracen inspire Profit to reach out to an old friend.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of these characters. The characters from Profit belong to New World Television & Stephen J. Cannell Productions. The characters from The Pretender belong to Mitchell/Van Sickle Productions & 20th Century Fox Television. No copyright infringement is intended.
Feedback: Yes please! This is the first time that I've written in either of these fandoms, so I'm very nervous about it.
Author's Note: Thanks to velvetwhip for the beta and to angelskuuipo for the beta and encouraging me to write this. Now it's your turn.

The past is resurfacing.

Profit Vid: Conspicuous Consumption Can't Give You Love

2007-09-24T00:26:11Z

Conspicuous Consumption Can't Give You Love
Source: Profit, by David Greenwalt & John McNamara
Music: 'Mercedes Beck', by Lenlow
Summary: Jim and Bobbi, Grasping Opportunists. (The title says it all.)
Details: 48MB | .wmv
Sendspace link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/lgiehl
Or: watch it streaming on iMeem.

Should the Sendspace link expire, just drop me a comment and I'll re-up.

Fic: Five Times Jim Profit Broke Free (Profit, R)

2007-08-24T04:07:45Z

Author: Trekker
Fandom: Profit
Rating: R
Length: 1162 words
Warnings: Child abuse, violence to humans and animals, sociopath, not beta'd

Title: Five Times Jim Profit Broke Free
Summary: Vignettes on the origin of Jim Profit.

( Over my dead body. )

[fake lj-cut]

Fic: Family Ties (Jim Profit/Peter, Nathan/Peter [implied], R)

2007-08-22T02:08:14Z

Author: Trekker
Rating: R
Pairing: Jim Profit/Peter, Nathan/Peter [implied]
Fandom: Heroes / Profit
Length: 2,325 words
Warnings: Sociopath, Incest, Slightly More Implausible Than Usual Premise
Author's Note: Very similar in concept to the other Peter/Profit fic. Sorry 'bout that. I hadn't even read that one yet by the time I'd finished writing this after watching Profit straight through over the weekend. I reserve the right to reuse the premise of this fic (the Nathan-Profit connection part, that is) in a more in-depth fic later if I want to. :P

Title: Family Ties
Summary: The obvious: Jim Profit needs something on Nathan. He gets it.

( Sometimes, in spite of our best efforts, the universe throws us a curve ball. )

[fake lj-cut]

The Jim Profit is Naked picspam/screencaps

2007-08-13T15:37:21Z

Because I have no shame, I took every cap in which Adrian Pasdar is naked, half-dressed, or wearing a bathrobe from my DVD screencaps of Profit and compiled them in their own file for those who might be interested in the Naked Profit photos but don't feel like downloading the zip files of all eight episodes.

Lots and lots of photos this way. Not dial-up friendly. Clothing-lite, not work-friendly, but nothing you wouldn't see on network television.

Picspam/DVD Screencaps

2007-08-10T06:32:41Z

Profit DVD caps

Episode 7, "Security"
Episode 8, "Forgiveness"

Enjoy!

Sample photos and download links. Not dial-up friendly. Spoilers for "Security" and "Forgiveness".

Ficlet: "Typo", Profit/Gail, Rated T.

2007-08-08T02:04:01Z

Title: Typo
Author: sionnain
Pairing: Profit/Gail
Rating: T
Warning: D/S.

Typo

"Do you see why you can't do this, anymore, Gail? Why you can't make these kind of mistakes? One single typo could send them over the edge, and then what would we do? Hmmm? What do you think we would do, Gail?"

It's very hard to answer questions for Mr. Profit when she's not wearing any panties and bent over his desk. Gail thinks about complaining to upper management, but Mr. Profit has them all blackmailed, so it wouldn't really matter what she said. "Um," she says, feeling a bit light-headed, trying to blow the strands of her hair out of her eyes so she could see. "I guess--I guess so, Mr. Profit."

He smacks her ass again. Mr. Profit is wearing gloves. That's how Gail knew she was in trouble, really. The gloves. He'd called her on the intercom, voice demonically cheerful (that wasn't really out of the ordinary, for a Monday--whatever Mr. Profit did on the weekends, he came in whistling, usually, bright and early), to "ask her about the memo". When she'd closed the door behind her, she'd turned to see him there--wearing that smile that looked like the devil's leer, dark eyes fixed and steady and unblinking like a hawk--and she'd seen the gloves.

She knew then she was in trouble.

"You guess so? Gail. I do not pay you additional wages to be so disrespectful. Did you know that Julie in marketing is always saying she wants to come work for me?"

The sting of the leather against her ass makes her bite her lip, makes her kick her feet up just a little. She tries not to do that--he hates it, says it's dramatic--but she can't help it. Leather hurts, on bare skin. And Mr. Profit is lean and looks nice in a suit, but he's got muscles beneath it. Gail breathes, deep and even through her mouth. Then let her. Dear God. I'll go work for that bitch that heads up marketing as long as she doesn't administer corporeal punishment. "I--yes, sir, Mr. Profit. I won't--I won't do it again."

She must have taken too long to answer. He bends down, one glove resting next to her head. The wood of his desk has warmed beneath her cheek. He likes it when she cries, but this offense has not warranted that. "Do you want me to have Julie from marketing take your place, Gail?" His voice is a threatening purr, low and dark like espresso poured over the darkest of bitter chocolate.

"No," she breathes, closing her eyes. His hand rests on her ass, rubbing gently. The pain is a gentle memory, and indistinct buzz in her head. He straightens up, walks over to the window. Gail wonders what sort of things Mr. Profit thinks about, at night, when he goes to sleep. She knows, now that he's left her alone, that she can stand. Her legs shake, and Gail reaches down to pull her panties up from around her knees. She straightens her skirt, running an unsteady hand through her hair. When she's somewhat put together, she stands straight with her hands clasped behind her back. She waits. Eventually he turns around, like he always does, and he's silent for a long moment as he looks at her.

"Good girl. Go get me some coffee, would you?" He smiles at her. His smiles all look the same, like he doesn't ever mean them. Gail thinks maybe he can't, anymore. She hopes she never finds out why. He looks kind. It's all a lie, but Gail smiles back at him. It's just easier that way.

Fic: "Levee", Profit/Joanne, Rated R.

2007-07-31T19:09:43Z

Title: Levee
Author: sionnain
Fandom: Profit
Pairing: Profit/Joanne
Warning: Dubious-Consent, breathplay, a very vague ending that could potentially be disturbing.
Rating: R for themes.
Summary: Profit reminds her of the owl, ever-ready to hunt, devour.

AN: Written for the smallfandomfest prompt of "Profit/Joanne, semi-con". Thanks so much to resolute and jezebel873 for the beta. The quote is from Natalie Merchant's song Build a Levee.

(Levee)

Picspam/DVD Screencaps

2007-05-31T02:40:49Z

Profit DVD caps

Episode 4, "Healing"
Episode 5, "Cupid "
Episode 6, "Chinese Box"

Enjoy! Make fun stuff!

Sample photos and download links. Not dial-up friendly. Spoilers for "Healing.

Picspam/DVD Screencaps - Profit Episode 3, "Sykes"

2007-05-23T00:26:51Z

Profit Episode 3, "Sykes" DVD caps.

Not dial-up friendly. Spoilers for "Sykes".

I'm not normally one to boss people around, but you should probably go look at the picspam even if you're not downloading the caps, just because this is the episode where Jim is naked and well-lit at the same time. You know, where he comes out of the shower and has rivulets of water running down his back, and then he wanders around in a body-hugging white towel for a while? I like it a lot.

That's not spoilerish, right? I mean, it's fairly well established that Jim Profit = naked. ;-)

I know, one of those shower shots would have made a good teaser image here. But I just want to be sure to be work safe. Nobody has to know that that woman is his step-mom.

Sample photos and download links.

498 caps
947 x 720
Unedited

Fic: Heart Shaped Box (Profit/ Bobbi, NC-17)

2007-05-20T06:37:26Z

All kinds of late, but done. Finally!

Title: Heart Shaped Box
Author: cgb (mandysbitch)
Rating: NC-17
Category: Profit/ Bobbi, wrongness.
Author's Notes: With love, thanks and a bucket load of spinach to marinwood who betas and digs scars. Written for the boxofwrong prompt-a-thon.
Prompt: Profit/ Bobbi - I've been locked inside your heart shaped box.

I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap - Nirvana

He’s still got those long eyelashes, that deep stare that makes women come over all warm in their nether regions

DVD Screencaps - Profit Episode 2, "Hero"

2007-05-16T07:28:10Z

Profit Episode 2, "Hero" DVD caps

You know, I capped the whole episode, and every scene is represented,but I can't seem to pull myself away from Adrian Pasdar long enough to post more than a few non-Jim sample photos. ;-) There are caps of all the characters who show up in the episode. It's just . . . look at him!

I could show samples of this:

Or I could show samples of Joanne interviewing an accountant. I keep posting Jim as sample caps instead.

Anyway.

Not dial-up friendly. Spoilers for "Hero".

Sample photos and download links.

520 caps
950 x 719
Unedited

DVD Screencaps - Profit Pilot

2007-05-15T14:40:50Z

I've capped the Profit pilot from the DVDs.

Sample photos and download link. Not dial-up friendly. Spoilers for pilot.

Comment so I'll know if there's any interest in DVD caps of the rest of the episodes.

1009 caps
1006 x 766
Unedited

FIC: "Jim Has A Box And Lindsey Has An Evil Hand," Profit/AtS, Hard R

2007-05-14T04:58:22Z

Title: Jim Has A Box And Lindsey Has An Evil Hand; OR Plucky Young Okies Make Good
Author: biichan
Fandom: Profit/Angel the Series
Pairing: Jim ~~Stakowski~~ Profit/Lindsey McDonald
Warnings: Fun with tenses.
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: Approx. 1,300
Summary: Three glimpses of a past, present, and future for two poor boys from Oklahoma that went and climbed the corporate ladder.
Prompt: Profit/Lindsey; You think your company is evil.
Notes: Unbeta’d, unfortunately, due to time constraints. Cut-tag lyrics are from ~~Lindsey McDonald’s~~ Christian Kane’s “LA Song.”

He remembered the box. Of course he remembered the box. Remembered the blabbermouth sheriff telling his momma about the Stakowskis and marveling that no matter how low you were, there was always someone worse off than you. Maybe Lindsey had to put cardboard in the soles of his shoes—shoes which he hadn’t even had until school had necessitated them—but at least he had shoes. The Stakowski boy probably didn’t even have clothes.

Somehow having the Stakowskis to look down on helped things. If Lindsey’s daddy’s farm had been failing longer than Lindsey was alive, at least none of the McDonald kids ever set anyone on fire.

Lindsey first met Jim on the day of the fire. Bobbi Stakowski had come over to cry on his momma and as soon as his momma had figured out what she was wailing about, she’d sent Lindsey out to the barn. Like he was a baby. He was ten years old and in sixth grade and he was definitely not a baby.

So he was kicking stones and muttering under his breath and then he saw the boy, hunched in the shadows. “Who the hell are you?” Lindsey asked, not caring that his momma would wash his mouth out with soap. She wasn’t there.

“No one,” the boy said. “You didn’t see me here.”

Lindsey had just given him a Look. He’d been working on his Looks. He thought they were getting quite good.

“Jim,” the boy said finally. He was older than Lindsey. It was hard to tell how much, cause he was so skinny, but he could have been in high school. He was wearing torn jeans and a dirty white tee shirt. He didn’t have shoes on either.

All of a sudden, it seemed very clear to Lindsey. The clues had all fallen together in line, like dominoes. “Jim Stakowski?”

Jim blinked. “You’re a smart kid,” he said.

“They skipped me two grades,” Lindsey bragged. It was nice to have someone new to tell that to.

“Congratulations,” said Jim. He didn’t sound that congratulatory. Mostly he sounded tired.

“Your momma’s in the house with mine,” Lindsey blurted out suddenly.

Jim nodded. “Thanks, kid.”

Lindsey smiled. He didn’t know why. He wasn’t sure why his stomach hurt when Jim left later that night either.

~*~*~

Lindsey works the mailroom. It’s not the most glamorous of jobs, but it pays for room and board. Wolfram and Heart pay his tuition at Hastings and in return all he had to do was sell his soul. When he says that to people they think it’s a euphemism. It’s not. Souls are a hot commodity and Wolfram and Hart does a brisk business facilitating the buying, selling, and trading thereof.

Jim Stakowski’s in LA to sell his.

Lindsey runs into Jim in the hall. He’s on his way to Holland Manners’ office with some random package: a brown paper parcel tied up with string and leaking disturbingly. Lindsey doesn’t know what’s in it and he doesn’t particularly care. He only knows that the mail room guys don’t get paid enough for this.

“Jim?” Lindsey says, blinking a little because it’s been over a decade since Jim hid out in their barn but with that face how can it be anyone but Jim? And it must be Jim, from the expression of dawning recognition on the other man’s face.

“Lindsey McDonald,” Jim says and Lindsey nods in confirmation. Jim’s with one of the special projects men, the bald one with the geeky glasses. Reed, that’s his name. Nathan Reed.

“It’s good to see you,” says Lindsey and it is, it really is. Jim’s dressed in a sharp suit, a power suit kind of suit, and it looks good on him. He’s come up in the world, Jim has. Well, so has Lindsey.

They don’t say anything for a minute, just look each other over. Jim’s taller than he was at fifteen. Lindsey doubts he’d fit in the box anymore.

Reed clears his throat. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Profit,” he says, a note of firmness undercutting his mild tone. Lindsey is suddenly acutely aware of the smelly, dripping package in his arms.

“Likewise,” says Jim, shaking Reed’s hand and smiling a toothy shark’s grin. He turns to Lindsey. “We should get a drink together while I’m in LA.”

Lindsey grins back, a wolf’s grin. “I know just the place.”

The place turns out to be a cozy little club one of Lindsey’s mail room buddies recommended to him. Caritas. The host’s a funky looking guy: green skin, red eyes, horns, the works. He likes to hear Lindsey play his guitar. Turns out that Jim likes to hear Lindsey’s guitar too. He pushes him up against the wall in the back of the club, sticks his hands down Lindsey’s jeans and brings him off in three quick strokes that leave Lindsey gasping for more.

Ever the bastard, Jim leaves him there.

~*~*~

Lindsey won’t see Jim for years after that. When he does, it will be in a park where Lindsey is busking. Lindsey will sing “LA Song” and Jim will throw a hundred dollar bill in Lindsey’s guitar case. He’ll take Lindsey home and fuck him, until Lindsey yowls and bites hard enough into the pillow to tear a hole in the case. Jim will be very smug about this.

It’ll be a slow day for Jim—no frame-jobs to plan and his stepmother thankfully out of town—so he won’t kick Lindsey out of bed right away. Instead—wonders of wonders—the two will actually talk. And this is what they will say:

“What happened to Wolfram and Hart?” Jim will ask, turning to Lindsey.

Lindsey will shrug. There’ll be too much to tell by then. Better just to summarize. “I stayed with them a while. Passed my bar exam, joined special projects, worked my way up to vice president, then quit and hit the road. What about Gracen & Gracen?”

“Still with them,” Jim will say, with a little shrug. “Got vice president, finally, after working my ass off. Couple of self-righteous jerks on my tail.”

Lindsey will snort softly. “Aren’t there always.” He won’t want to think of the ones—one in particular—that he’s left behind, though the line of Jim’s brow will make him think of a certain nemesis that never did fuck him, not matter how much Lindsey wanted him to (though he did eventually fuck Lindsey’s woman. The memory of that is still fresh and painful.) “Have you tried using a sledgehammer?”

“No,” Jim will say, “but I’ll keep that in mind.” They’ll smile then, wolf smile to shark smile. “You ever think of picking up a little extra protection?” Jim will say after a moment. “I know a guy that does some pretty nice mystical tattoos.”

Lindsey will shake his head. “It’s not a bad idea.” He’ll need it, he’ll think. He’ll have enough dirt on Wolfram and Hart to think they won’t look that hard for him, but it wouldn’t hurt to have extra insurance. They’ll be others, too, that he won’t want to find him.

“No,” Jim will say, “it isn’t.” He’ll look at Lindsey then, with those dark eyes that see too much. His eyes were like that the day in the McDonalds’ barn too.

Lindsey will nod. “Have I ever told you,” he’ll say, “that I have an Evil Hand?” He'll set it on Jim’s leg.

Jim will laugh, a long hearty laugh, and he’ll brush the hair from Lindsey’s face. “No,” he’ll say, “but you can show me.”

Fic: "Stranger than Kindness", Rated R. Profit, Profit/Gail.

2007-05-12T15:49:55Z

Title: Stranger than Kindness
Author: sionnain
Fandom: Profit
Pairing: Profit/Gail
Warnings: Slight D/S themes, mild breathplay, skirts the edge of potential dub-con.
Rating: R for themes, nothing graphic.
Word Count: Approx. 1800
Summary: Stockholm Syndrome: noun. A phenomenon in which a hostage begins to identify with and grow sympathetic to his or her captor. Sometimes, the smallest of kindnesses can do the worst damage.
Prompt: Profit/Gail, Stockholm Syndrome

AN: Written for the boxofwrong prompt challenge ficathon. The title and the quote are from the Nick Cave song Stranger than Kindness. Thanks to carlos_thedwarf and resolute for the beta!

(Stranger than Kindness)

Fic: Familiar Stranger, Profit/Heroes crossover, Profit/Peter Petrelli

2007-05-11T04:46:10Z

Title: Familiar Stranger
Pairing: Jim Profit/Peter Petrelli
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None for Profit or Heroes
Disclaimer: Neither character is mine. No money being made.
Timeline: Takes place around two years before the on-air events on 'Heroes.'

A/N: Written for the prompt-a-thon. My prompt was deception.
A/N 2: Big thanks to skripka, slashyme for the encouragement and ideas and sparky77 for the fantastical beta.

There was a note mentioned that if we did a crossover to provide a quick bio of the other show Profit was being crossed over with. I don't think it's really necessary because the events on the show haven't happened yet. All a reader unfamiliar with 'Heroes' needs to know is that Peter Petrelli is the younger brother of Nathan Petrelli. Nathan is played by Adrian Pasdar.

Summary: Profit plays teacher.

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive- Sir Walter Scott

Lies, deceptions, half-truths; most people tell them to protect themselves or a loved one. In the course of gathering information needed to acquire the New York company, Nextec, I was reminded that lies are also used to hide things that dare not see the light of day.

“Mr. Profit?”

Jim looked up, and gave the secretary a small smile. She was nervous, and he wondered what she’d heard about him from the home office. It was probably nothing good. Jim didn’t care. Sometimes rumors kept office workers busy, and more willing to please.

“Yes, Karen?”

She laid folders on his desk, along with a cd-rom. “Here are the things you wanted.”

He nodded thanks, and waited for her to close the door. On the disk sat information about every major stockholder in Nextec. He shuffled through the files and made notes. An hour later, he stared in mild fascination at a family picture of the Petrellis.

The father, William Petrelli, looked powerful and stern. The mother looked like she spent her time holding very fashionable parties. The youngest son, Peter, looked like a dreamer, an idealist. Sykes would have loved him. But the most fascinating bit about the Petrellis was how much Nathan looked like Jim. They could pass as twins, though there was something in Nathan’s gaze that seemed to come easy, whereas Jim had to work to look that at ease and happy. His gaze returned to Peter Petrelli and he studied the picture for another hour.

Later that night, Jim shut down his computer and sighed. He had something over five of the seven stockholders. He needed something, anything, on the Scott’s and the Petrellis. He’d start a search tomorrow and come up with something. Drugs and/or hookers were good standbys.

Everyone desires something. It can be a basic comfort, like warm clothes or food. It can be as complicated as wanting to be loved by someone who barely knows you’re alive, or only sees you as his little brother.

By lunch the next day he had enough information about the Scott children that they would be the easiest to deal with. There was nothing like boarding school. He dug and sifted, but William Petrelli was clean. There was the stuff with Linderman, but Jim didn’t want to stir that nest if it could be avoided. The mom was pleasant and Jim couldn’t find any skeletons to rattle in her closet either.

Now the sons, Jim smiled and knew it was a cold smile, like when a cat finally cornered an unsuspecting mouse. There were plenty of pictures that told Jim exactly how he could hurt Peter and Nathan.

He made a few phone calls and had Peter Petrelli’s phone number in ten minutes. Nothing like younger brothers trying to prove something by moving out and rejecting all that nice family money. He poked around there too, and wondered if Peter knew Nathan deposited money in his account every week, or if Peter thought it was from his mother.

He used the money, Jim concluded, after tracking Peter’s credit card purchases, but he didn’t squander it. It was interesting to note that some of Peter’s nursing expenses were paid for two or three times. Helping out his less fortunate friends?

Peter picked up the phone on the second ring. Jim introduced himself and said, “I understand you’re at the top of your class. I could really use your advice for a nursing school that my company is funding in an underprivileged area. Can we meet for lunch?” Just as Jim planned, Peter said yes after making sure Jim had the right nursing student.

Jim picked an out of the way place, and waited for Peter’s first glimpse of him. He wasn’t disappointed. Peter’s eyes widened and he looked around. Suspicion, shock, and a small flicker of arousal all swam through his eyes within seconds of shaking Jim’s hand.

“Are you okay, Mr. Petrelli?”

Peter smiled at him and Jim’s interest grew. He almost wished he were Nathan. To have someone like Peter to shape and create as Peter had grown up. The thought was one Jim had never had, but he could see Peter doing great things. He listened to Peter’s stammered explanation.

“You look very much like my brother! It’s wow. Wow. I can’t believe it.”

Jim smiled and gestured for Peter to sit. He acted as amazed as Peter, and even looked at the picture of Nathan that Peter had on his cell phone. They ordered lunch and Jim began his spiel.

“My company wants to do this for publicity and a tax write-off, but I want it to mean more, you know?” Peter nodded and Jim made sure he sounded earnest. “I could just throw some school together, but I want input from nursing students as to what a school needs. Administrators and teachers don’t see the school and the classes like you do.”

By the end of lunch, Jim had Peter hooked on the idea of creating a unique nursing school for lesser income students. Jim also made sure he showed a growing personal interest in Peter. When Peter started to look like he’d won some sort of lottery, Jim knew he had him. He could possibly seduce Peter tonight, but seduction was better if it was drawn out. He’d give Peter some room.

The left the restaurant and Jim brushed one hand down Peter’s back as they walked.

“Thanks for all the information, Peter. Can we meet again tomorrow night?”

Peter’s smile made Jim wish he’d gotten a hold of Peter just a few years earlier. The things he could have taught him.

“I think I told you everything I could think of.”

Now it was Jim’s turn and he gave Peter a brief, flirtatious smile. He moved closer.

“I might have a few more questions, or maybe I just want to see you again? Is that okay?”

Peter swallowed and nodded. Jim stepped back and they went their separate ways.

Seduction requires a spark. Either from one person or from both involved. Once a flame is lit, seduction can become dangerous and rage out of control. One must be careful to make sure the fire burns hot, but steady.

Jim waited an entire 24 hours before calling Peter to invite him to dinner at Jim’s hotel. Peter showed up nervous, but the longing was there, almost like an electric current humming right below Peter’s skin. Jim made sure to pay extraordinary attention to Peter during the dinner. When he invited Peter up to his room, Peter followed him like a lamb to slaughter.

In his room, Jim poured Peter a drink. “So, Peter, tell me more about yourself. What kind of hobbies do you have?”

Peter accepted the drink and sipped it. “Not much time for anything, right now. I like old movies, old horror movies. Other than that I just study a lot and do some mentoring, when I can fit it in.”

Jim nodded and tried to look interested. He would be sure that was the only drink Peter had. Jim didn’t need help to get Peter in bed. He wondered if Peter had been with a man before. Mentally, he shrugged. Either way Peter would have a good time for a few days.

“Do you have any hobbies, Jim?”

Jim smiled and sat down beside Peter. He saw the effect he had on Peter and moved his schedule for tonight up. “I’m afraid I’m a bit of a workaholic. I do like racquetball and tennis, though I don’t play as much as I’d like.”

Jim let Peter talk for a few more minutes before he made his move. The kiss was soft, and Jim kept it that way until Peter gave a soft groan and pressed against Jim’s chest. Jim took over the kiss and slid his hands under Peter’s shirt. A short time later, Jim pulled a half-naked Peter into his bed.

There, he treated Peter at turns like precious glass, and like a whore. He held Peter down when he strained and panted but never told Jim, “No.” He touched every inch of Peter and didn’t mind when Peter looked like he was imagining someone else. By the end of the night, Peter was his.

The next morning Jim made sure he woke first. His plan was coming along nicely. He barely glanced at the small coffeemaker on his dresser. Inside was a small camera that had recorded everything last night. He’d check the batteries later.

After he woke Peter up, Jim got them both fed and dressed. He played the new lover role and made sure Peter would be back that night. He wasn’t worried about Peter’s family finding out about them. He wouldn’t be here long enough for that to matter.

*
A week after Jim started sleeping with Peter, he had him over for the last time. Only Jim knew it was the last time. Peter was enthusiastic and willing to try anything Jim wanted to do. That is, until Jim was buried deep in him and whispered his request into one of Peter’s ears. Peter faltered, but his body was young and already hooked on the pleasure Jim had fed it.

Fingers gripped tighter and Jim slowed down. “Just one time. I want to hear you say it, Peter.” He ignored the sharp desperate shake of Peter’s head and asked again. He added tongue and teeth to his request and Peter shattered into tiny pieces.

“Nathan, please. Fuck me, Nathan, please.”

Jim rewarded him by making Peter come so hard, he blacked out.

The next morning Jim killed Peter.

He waited until after breakfast and then laid out the pictures of them along with a DVD copy of some of their better moments, last night included. He watched the light dim and disappear from Peter’s eyes.

Peter tried to keep up, but he was no where near Jim’s league. He didn’t get angry or upset. He pulled everything inside and stared at Jim with bruised eyes. Jim found his respect for Peter going up.

“As long as your father does what I need him to do, these pictures and our little movie never have to leave my possession.” He shrugged and crossed one knee. Peter was as still as Jim had ever seen him. He looked older and Jim was tempted to play with this emerging Peter, but there was no reason to do so yet.

“We make our official bid next week and I’ll even wait to see how your father votes. If he’s against us, well, let’s hope he’s not.”

Peter nodded at the photos. “So, your plan is to let these pictures out and then everyone will think it’s me and Nathan.” He smiled and it’s a smile worthy of a man about to kill. “You even have audio proof. What’s to keep me from telling everyone about you?”

Jim stood and walked to look out his window. It looked like it was going to rain. He turned and threw Peter his best rueful grin. “Nothing. You can tell and maybe you’ll track me down. But even if you do, the damage is done. You had sex with a man that could pass for your brother. You even called out his name. No one will think anything, but what I want them to think. Your family will not want this to get out.”

Peter dressed quickly and got ready to leave. He studied the pictures that were spilled out across the small, round hotel table. Jim stepped closer as Peter picked up one of the photos. It showed Jim sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard with Peter’s head buried in Jim’s lap. His breath flowed across the back of Peter’s neck. “You can keep that one.”

Peter made it to the door before Jim grabbed his arm and stopped him. He could see Peter was worn to the bone and just wanted to go somewhere and lick his wounds. He looked almost threatening as, with bared teeth, Peter growled, “What?”

Jim smirked and drew closer. “I did this the way I did because I knew it would work. You want him, and think he can never want you back.” Jim leaned forward, his lips a mere inch from Peter’s. “Perhaps you need to take a closer look. Take it from someone who’s had a long time to recognize desire within the family.” Jim took the risk and pressed his lips to Peter for a quick moment before Peter pulled back and was gone.

Jim was on his way home two hours later. He was in Texas waiting for a layover when his cell phone rang. He answered and didn’t bother with pleasantries.

“Nathan, I expected your call. How’s Peter?” Jim listened and made two corrections on an agreement that would put his year-end bonus over six figures.

“Business is a tricky and murky thing, Mr. Profit. When and if your company’s deal with Nextec reaches the stockholder’s for a vote, rest assured our family will do what is best for our family.” He paused and his voice hardened like stone. “Don’t worry about my brother. If you ever approach him again, I promise you your disappearance will be even more infamous than Jimmy Hoffa’s. Do I make myself clear?”

Jim pulled a folder out and made a quick note for Gail.

“Perfectly clear, Mr. Petrelli. Not everyone gets to learn the lesson Peter has learned. After the vote, where should I send the pictures and video?”

Nathan was silent for a moment before a P.O. Box number was rattled off.

“Make sure we get it all, Mr. Profit. I’d hate to have to pay you a visit.”

When Nathan was done, Jim doesn’t speak for a moment. People often tried to fill silent gaps like those, but Nathan didn’t. He stated his position and Jim could respect that. He’d be protective if Peter was his, too.

They hung up just as Jim’s plane was called. On the plane, he napped for awhile before he made progress on three other deals he wanted to complete by next month. That night in his box he curled up and placed a picture against his cardboard wall. He couldn’t see it, but knew every inch of it by now. In it Peter lay on his stomach in Jim’s bed, a satiated smile on his face. One arm and one leg rested over Jim’s body.

Peter doesn’t know it, but I’ve given him something valuable. His heart is hard now and that’s what a man like him needed. What he desires won’t be easy to have, or keep. Maybe now, he won’t make a mistake that will ruin him. I doubt he’ll ever think of the result of our time as a good thing, but I’m sure Nathan will.

Epilogue

One year later, Peter opened an envelope and looked at the cut out newspaper clipping. It was an article about a nursing school and free clinic that just opened its doors in a poverty stricken part of Virginia. He studied the picture but couldn’t make out anyone familiar in the crowd. He laughed at the name, Jim Peters free clinic, and folded the clipping up and tucked it into a book. He was having dinner with Nathan in an hour.

End.

Profit Meta

2007-05-10T13:18:21Z

I committed meta about how the show objectifies dear Jim over here in my LJ.

Come comment if you wish!

Meta: Profit and morality, two concepts that may or may not go together.

2007-05-07T18:06:00Z

So, linaerys and I realised that we were in deep danger of taking over hackthis's journal with this thread here, and have decided to continue the discussion in the appropriate place, i.e., this community, with interested parties, i.e., y'all.

So, we were discussing Profit/Gail (as can clearly be seen at the linkage above), and this is what I said, repeated here with some elaboration:

I love Gail, but she always maps to me as Jim's good mother. We know who his bad one is. And the good mother doesn't fuck her baby. So I have him do other people, but Gail is his mama. And there is a lot of subtext, but nobody acts on it.

I actually think he has feelings. Just not the same ones everybody else has. I don't think he's a true cold emotionless sociopath, I think he's abused and weird and twisted, which is why we all want to love on him, even though if you saw that box it could very well end up being the LAST thing you ever saw. He loves Gail, and she loves him, and each of them thinks they're the other person's parent/teacher/whatever figure, but for me, that's not sexual, because it's as close to un-fucked-up love as he ever gets in canon.

I also think he has a kind of morality. The whole Chinese Box scenario, he definitely thought that in the end everyone would get what they deserved, and since he planned it out that way, he had to have been thinking about that. I certainly don't think he would have knowingly allowed Gail to be raped, though of course that risk existed when his plan didn't work exactly the way he intended it to. It's not moral like our adult morality, it's a child's morality, where punishments are all out of proportion, because little kids love justice but haven't lived enough to understand the need for mercy.

He's such a hurt little boy inside.

Discuss.

[FIC] Hostile Takeovers, SPN/Profit Xover, explicit (but not yet)

2007-05-07T09:30:35Z

It's not May 13th yet, but there is a lot of this fic, so I'm gonna post it as it gets done.

Title: Hostile Takeovers

Author: Azalais (ataniell93)

Fandom: Crossover: Profit and Supernatural

Characters: Most of the characters in both series, including a migratory SPN OC of mine. Pairings include canon pairings, Wincest and a few surprises.

Rating: It’s not a movie, but you can expect explicit (but not gratuitous) sex and violence a bit down the road.

Warnings: Lots of incest, lots of death. Profit and the Winchester brothers don’t die, but don’t get too attached to anyone else.

Prompt: Profit, Winchesters; The real story about how Jim Profit's mother died.

Summary: Jim Profit might not want to fight for humanity, but he’ll damn sure fight for himself and what’s his.

Notes: If you don’t watch Supernatural you should, but I think I explain most of the SPN stuff in context. If you have questions, ask. Also, translating Profit's backstory into the SPN universe like this puts a different slant on a lot of the events than might be drawn from the series alone. Prepare for a certain amount of revisionist history.

Chapter One: I'm not supposed to be like this but it's okay.

Chapter Two: It's a damn shame, I gotta be bullet proof just to make you see the truth.

I expect there to be thirteen chapters, give or take one or two.

Mad love to my betas, littlewings04 and elektrykdark.

Icons!

2007-05-03T00:34:53Z

Hi everyone!

linaerys posted some awesome screencaps, and I've made icons! Profit, Profit/Joann, and Profit/Gail! Feel free to snag any you may like, please credit sionnain or nolightbreaks (my icon community).

Teasers:

An inspired by this awesome community and the awesome name:

FANFIC: "An Observable Fact"

2007-05-02T18:44:41Z

Title: An Observable Fact
Author: resolute
Fandom: The extremely short-lived television show, "Profit".
Characters, Pairings: Jim Profit and his secretary, Gail
Rating: R, for sexuality and d/s overtones that, I swear to you, I did not put in, they are practically in the show.
Notes, Caveats, Warnings: This short ficlet is for sionnain, who was having a long day at work. Sionn suggested I post a link to it here --

An Observable Fact

Profit Sloth!

2007-04-27T19:21:19Z

Thank you barely_bean and notpoetry for bringing it to my attention.

Profit Thing-a-thon Prompts

2007-04-02T16:17:44Z

Here is your list of prompts. Please comment to claim one. More than one person can claim a prompt, if you are really inspired by it. I will put your name next to the prompt when you do. Responses can be posted any time and are due by May 13, let's say.

When you do post, if you are doing a crossover, please put in some character notes or summary of the guest fandom in the header so people who are not in that fandom can still enjoy the Profit-y goodness.

Profit Only
Nora, Constance; cleaning up after the party
Profit; future fic: Profit is thoroughly entrenched and in control...and bored
Profit; someone catches present day Profit in his box
Profit/Bobbi; 'I've been locked inside your heart shaped box' -- mandysbitch
Profit/Bobbi; She feels like she's won something every time he calls her "Mom."
Profit/Bobbi; 'sometimes he calls her mother'
Profit/Gail; gun
Profit, Gail (or Profit/Gail); the lunatics have taken over the asylum
Profit/Gail; prison -- linaerys
Profit/Gail; sports car
Profit/Gail; some sort of d/s'y controlling sex on a DESK.
Profit/Gail; Stockholm syndrome -- sionnain
Profit, Gail; "the student surpasses the master"
Profit, Gail; sucessor
Profit/Gail; trust
Profit, Jack; It's so lonely in prison sometimes you're happy even to see your enemies.
Profit/Joanne or Profit, Joanne; Worthy opponent
Profit, Joanne; "you know she never had much of a chance/born into a family built like an avalanche"

Angel
Profit/Lindsey; You think your company is evil? -- biichan

Bones
Profit, Brennan, Zach, et. al.; The proverbial skeleton in the closet at Gracen and Gracen.

Criminal Minds
Jim Profit/Spencer Reid; "The unsub is a white male in his 30s..."

Dexter
Jim Profit/Deb Morgan; "A woman with a broken heart is like a house with a broken window."

Heroes
Profit, Nathan Petrelli; like looking into a mirror
Profit, Nathan Petrelli; yet another lost relative
Profit/Nathan Petrelli; narcissism
Profit/Nathan Petrelli;
Profit/Peter; deception -- kelly_girl

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Profit/Stabler; 'Abuse has as many patterns as it does victims.'

NCIS
Profit/Tony DiNozzo; payback
Profit/Tony DiNozzo; idle amusements
Profit/Tony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs; manipulation
Profit, Jethro Gibbs; styles of control

Oz
Profit/Keller; 'In Oz everyone cries.'

The Pretender
Profit/Jarod; 'Everyone pretends.'
Profit/Miss Parker; - 'if nothing else, you can always rely on family.'

Raines
Profit, Raines; insanity
Profit, Raines; sympathetic
Profit, Raines; unpredictability

Stargate: Atlantis
Profit/Rodney; 'No one gets to another galaxy by being Mr Nice Guy.'

Supernatural
Profit, Winchesters -- goth_huntress
Profit, Winchesters; The real story about how Jim Profit's mother died. -- ataniell93

Veronica Mars
Profit, Veronica; (AUish) Special Agent Mars investigates some irregularities at Gracen and Gracen.