CSI Fanfiction Archive

Icon: Warrick and Nick icons

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 01:20:00 GMT

Some icons (part of them made from manips) , hope you like them. Yeah I love Warrick and Warrick/Nick is just yummy, and sweet.
[1-13] - Warrick/Nick
[14-24] - Nick stokes/George Eads
[25-43] - Warrick Brown/Gary Dourdan

Let me know if you take and comments are love. They also help me know if I suck or not :P.

Preview:

The rest here at my livejournal.

xposted at csi_fandom and crimescenei

Fic: Underneath (CSI:NY; FRM; Sid/Danny)

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:08:31 GMT

Title: Underneath
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny Messer/Sid Hammerback
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,049
Summary: The lace wasn’t as comfortable as women always made it seem to be, but then, none of them had to deal with a semi-hard dick constricted by it.
Author’s Notes: Written for the kink_bingo challenge, prompt: Crossdressing (lingerie/underwear).

Lace, Danny Messer thought grimly while shifting from one foot to the other, was not as comfortable as women always made it seem to be.

But then, he admitted to himself, no woman he knew had to deal with a half-hard dick trapped by the silky panties and straining against the sheer fabric.

He bit his lip to stop the moan from escaping as his moving around caused the underwear to rub over his dick and in between his legs again.

The whole day had been a special torturous kind of hell. With every step he took he was reminded of what was hidden underneath his jeans, and the teasing question if he had ants in his pants hadn’t been funny, not even when Lindsay had asked it the first time.

He sighed a bit. The day had started so well, with a warm, wet mouth around his cock and long, elegant fingers deep in his ass. But then, when he’d almost been at the point where his mellow mood after a nice morning orgasm had shifted to the alertness he needed in order to face another long day at the lab, his lover had tapped his hip gently and had murmured, “Lift your hips a little, I want to try something.”

Without thinking too much about it, he had complied, and the next thing he knew, soft fabric had slipped up his legs and had gently been tugged in place.

He didn’t know anymore why he hadn’t protested more at that moment. Maybe it had been the look on his lover’s face or the way his fingertips had gently brushed over Danny’s hipbones, now wrapped in silk and lace, almost not touching him.

Maybe it had been the unusual sensations caused by the flimsy fabric, pulled taut across his buttocks and sliding softly against his skin when he sat up to take a second, closer look at himself.

Maybe it had been the rest of sleepiness and the orgasm he just had.

“You look…amazing,” his lover had breathed before tangling his fingers in Danny’s blond hair and pulling him into a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past Danny’s lips and almost violently plundering his mouth.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Danny had murmured as soon as they’d pulled apart, “Can I take ‘em off now? I have to go to work.”

He’d slipped his fingertips under the waistband of the panties, intent on getting them off, but the crestfallen expression on his lover’s face had made him hesitate, which, in turn, led to the situation he found himself in right now.

His cock twitched again, and he clenched his teeth. It didn’t matter how much his lover would plead with him, he decided darkly, as soon as he was home, the panties would come off. He couldn’t stand the sensations any longer. He needed relief.

When he entered his apartment, his lover was sitting on the couch and leafing through a magazine Danny couldn’t remember buying. He grumbled a greeting as he dropped his bag and toed off his shoes, the friction against his dick almost unbearable. Before he knew it, he had shoved a hand down his pants and had squeezed himself tightly, but it did only little to ease his arousal. The panties felt soft under his fingertips, and he groaned as he stumbled toward the couch to sink into the cushions.

“Having a little problem there?”

Blue eyes twinkled over the dark rim of glasses, and Danny let his head fall back and groaned, his hips gently pushing upwards, into his palm.

His eyes slipped shut on their own accord, but before he could do anything else than moan again, nimble fingers pulled at the fly of his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them and helped him to push them down his legs. However, when Danny wanted to slide down the panties as well, strong hands stopped him.

“Leave them on,” his lover said before plucking off Danny’s glasses and putting them on the table. Danny moaned and screwed his eyes shut again as strong hands pressed his hips into the couch and moist air was breathed over his groin. He could feel it through the material of the panties, and it drove him insane.

“You look amazing like this,” his lover said again and pressed his lips to Danny’s silk-covered dick. He hesitated only a brief moment before diving in, his mouth closing around the shape of Danny’s erection. He sucked and licked, drenching the panties and making them stick to Danny’s skin even more than they already did.

Danny’s hands were clenched in tight fists by his sides, and he moaned at the feeling of wet fabric against his sensitive skin. He felt indescribably turned on; something he’d never expected before. His thoughts were centered on his dick and the mouth on it, separated by a thin layer of underwear.

It didn’t take long until it became too much to bear. He’d been half-aroused for too long to last for longer, and the insistent teasing didn’t help. He came into the lacy panties with a bitten-off scream that was quickly muffled by his own forearm.

Through the haze of orgasm and the blood rushing in his own ears, he could hear a soft moan as his lover reached down, unfastened his own pants and roughly wrapped his own hand around his dick. He could hear the rasp of skin pulling on skin, and then, with a deep moan, the other man buried his nose in Danny’s crotch, rubbed against the panties he still was wearing, and stilled as his orgasm washed through his body.

They stayed like that for a moment, but Danny soon began to squirm away.

“I’m a mess,” he complained, but he reached down to run his fingers through his lover’s silver hair. “Man, Sid, look at me.”

Sid chuckled and straightened. Danny hadn’t even realized the older man had taken off his glasses, as well, but they were on the table, next to his own.

“You enjoyed it,” he said and smoothed his hand over Danny’s knee.

Danny grimaced. “I’m not going to do that again,” he promised half-heartedly as he slowly sat up. “Go to work like this.”

Sid chuckled and stood. “Fine,” he said. “Next time, I’ll add a plug.”

~End.

Drabbles: Passing Through the Rain

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 23:41:04 GMT

Title: Drabbles: Passing through the Rain
Author: Ginny
Show: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: No one is mine. Just borrowing to torture for a bit and then will return
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don
Warnings: Slash, threesome, deathfic
Rating: FRM
Challenge: drabbles100
Prompts: Rain, Passing, Writer's Choice #3
Word Counts: 100, 101, 101
Summary: Danny has to move on after tragedy
Author's Notes: Because I couldn't do this to the hockey players. Adding a bit more to that first claimed, still unfinished challenge.

Danny sat silently and watched the rain fall. The droplets hit the window in front of him and hovered for a few seconds before falling. Sometimes they'd combine with another drop and then fall, slipping away faster and faster as they gained momentum.

He let out a deep, shuddery breath and viciously wiped away his tears. He was a mess. Even the damn rain reminded him of Mac and Don and losing them. He put his hand against the cool glass and tried to steady himself as he pushed away the pain of that day while the rain fell harder.

The passing of time went by slowly. Danny watched the first week go by in a haze before he reluctantly let the others pull him out of his misery and back to work. Mac and Don's case had been closed by another team and Don's parents had cleaned out his locker. Mac's, however, had been left for him. He'd put it off as long as possible but the passing time had meant changes and the lockers were needed for others. He'd done it himself, cursing the time that had passed him by and was gone now, taking his lovers with it.

Stella, Lindsay and Hawkes had helped him clean out Mac's office, both commenting that Mac's office was uniquely Mac's and showed how he had changed over the years. Mixed between his awards were team photos. And, practically hidden between those, were the ones of Mac, Don and Danny. Danny wrapped them carefully and placed them in the final box. "This is it," he said quietly.

Stella wrapped an arm around him and hugged him. "This is done," she said quietly. "But not everything."

"Yeah?" He asked hollowly. "What's left?"

It was Sheldon that answered. "Life Danny. Life is always what's left."

Fic: Don't Hit Send Until You Check the 'To:' Box (CSI:M - FRAO - Horatio/Speed/Eric)

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 17:13:48 GMT

Title: Don’t Hit Send Until You Check the ‘To:’ Box
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Never will. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. Not making any money off of this, believe me. I promise to return them when I’m done….maybe.
Summary: Speed’s worst nightmare….
Beta: Tim (Speed)
Author's Note: This came up from another bunny that is so waiting now to be written. To sis - *giggles* who knew this would come out of that.

~*~

To: Speedles
From: H
Subject: You wore those tight black jeans!

How do you expect me to fill out paperwork when you're wearing those jeans? They hug your ass so nicely, makes me want to cup that tight little butt and just squeeze. I swear you’re teasing me, Speed. Bending over that microscope wiggling that jean clad ass. One day I'm going to stalk down to the Trace Lab and bend you over the workstation, rip down your jeans exposing that firm ass for all to see. Then I'm going to lick you open... I know how much you love getting rimmed; your hole quivering for my tongue, wanting and needing. And once I get you opened, cool and slicked I'm going to slam my hard aching cock into you, and pound into you until you're scream my name through the Lab.

Are you hard and aching now? Can you feel the cold work bench under you, my wet tongue licking you..? Are you shaking Speed? Wanting my mouth? My hard cock slamming into you?

I told you I'm not responsible for my actions when you wear those jeans.

Tonight, your ass is mine!

H.

-----------------------------

To: Timmy
From: Mom
Subject: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!

Timmy,

I don't think this was intended for our eyes. Though I have to admit it’s good to know that your partner loves you dearly and is obviously very attracted to you. Horatio is a good man for you, I like him. You need to bring him home this Christmas.

By the way your brother has some questions for you so call him.

Love,

Mom

PS - Your father wants to know what 'Rimming' is.

~*~

Timothy Speedle stared at the email in shock. There was no way in hell his lover had sent a sex email to his MOTHER! He re-read it a few dozen times then promptly groaned and slammed his head onto the nearest desk.

Repeatedly.

"I'm going to kill him..."

"Kill who?" Eric asked walking into the Trace Lab. He glanced over Speed's shoulder. "Oh God... that's just... Oh God!"

"Yeah." Timothy looked over at him. "I'm not sure if I should move to a far distant planet or drag Horatio to Syracuse just to watch him squirm when my dad asks about Rimming."

Eric shook his head and pushed Speed away from the computer. He started to reply before Tim could stop him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded in a low growl.

"Going to forward this to Horatio and detail out a good rim job since you gave me one last night..." Eric smirked over at him. "Then we can wait for the scream from his office when he realizes where the email went first."

"You're evil..." Tim smirked. "I'm such a bad influence on you."

Delko grinned wickedly. "Though Horatio has a point. When you wear those jeans," he looked pointedly at the tight black jeans that molded to his lovers shapely legs and thighs. "Makes me want to bend you over your bike and fuck you in front of everyone, just to make sure they know you're taken."

"Oh come on, it's not like anyone really..." Tim picked up his pen then turned to see Calleigh staring at his ass through the glass walls. "She doesn't count; she's a pervert much like you and Horatio."

"I love her so much." Eric grinned and waved at Calleigh.

She blew him a kiss and went on her way.

Speed shook his head and started back to work on the case, ignoring Eric's evil snickering as he typed away on the email.

To: Speedles
From: Timothy
Subject: Re: Fwd: You wore those tight black jeans!

Rimming: Oral stimulation of the anus using mouth and/or tongue, as a prelude to anally penetrative sexual contact. Form of foreplay. May often be referred to as anilingus.

Or to put in a terms you can understand. It’s where lay you out on our bed, spread your legs open wide until your hole is fully stretched and waiting for my tongue. Then I lean forward and lick across it, over your balls, then swallow you down whole. But not to get distracted by that hard cock pulsing in my mouth, I release my treat with a swipe of my tongue across the head, tasting your leaking cum. As you whimper in need I move my head between your legs and lick across the opening, before dipping my tongue into the tight hole, licking and sucking until you open up and let my tongue dive further in, searching for that sweet spot. I can hear you moaning and whimpering wanting more... yes, wanting more. And while I have you quivering with need, Speed takes your aching, leaking cock into his mouth swallowing you down as you scream your release.

Once our lover sucks everything from you he'll take my mouth into a deep kiss sharing your cum, so we both can savor your essence. You'll lay there legs spread wide waiting for one of us to ride you hard, but which one of us will it be?

You'll have to wait until tonight to find out.

Are you hard H?

Shaking with need?

Or did you come in that fancy suit of yours just thinking about it?

Until tonight

Eric

~*~

"Oh Fuck NO!!" Eric clicked on the inbox, and then hit the keys while screaming at the helpless computer. "NO!!"

"Eric?" Timothy looked up in shock when he heard his lover scream at the monitor. "Do I want to know?"

The younger man looked up from the computer with his best puppy eyes. "I might have forgotten to change the address."

"Might have?" Tim's voice was eerily calm.

"Okay I did. I just sent a detailed description of Rimming and what we plan to do to Horatio when we get home tonight…to your mother."

"I'm giving you a five minute head start.”

Eric gaped at him.

Speed growled, “Hell forget that, you got five seconds."

Eric ran for his life.

Speed picked up his ringing phone. "Speedle."

'Care to explain why I have Eric hiding under my desk, and not giving me a blow job?' Horatio asked curiously.

Timothy heard his email notification bleep at him. "Tell him he's only got a few minutes to live, basically depending on how fast I get up those stairs." He hung up the phone and stared at his inbox. ‘Suck it up Speedle you've dealt with worse,’ he thought dryly.

To: Timmy
From: Mom
Subject: Re: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!

You know I we love you Timmy, and support all that you do. But knowing about gay sex is one thing; compared to have it described so um…clearly.

Though I can see that wasn't you, but your other lover, Eric.

Yes we know.

Clorinda and I chat all the time. Such a sweet lady. I forwarded this on to her, figured she would find the humor in it.

Breathe, honey. It's not the end of the world. Though I think your father is a little traumatized by the graphics.

Now that the 'BIG' secret is out, your father and I will be coming down to see you and your lovers. We can have a BBQ with the Delko's, and that nice young lady Calleigh.

You're not sleeping with her too are you?

Just checking because I know you said you didn't like girls at all.

Now take good care of Horatio.

I'll call tomorrow sometime to discuss arrangements for us coming down.

Love

Mom

PS - Clorinda says to tell her son to stop hiding and take it like a man! And from the descriptive words in Eric’s email he seems to take it that way on a regular basis.

~*~

To: Speedles
From: Timothy
Subject: Re: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!

I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry.

My lovers are insane, but I do love them. They are good for me, but at the moment I'm going to kill them.

Both.

Actually I'm going to make Eric call his mom first. *evil laughter*

And please God tell me you aren't talking with Alexx?

Wait, stupid question, of course you are.

Sit dad in front of the playboy channel he'll be fine.

Love your son

Tim

PS. Ewee!! Mom I’m not sleeping with Calleigh! Don't give her ideas!

~*~

To: Timmy
From: Mom
Subject: Re: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!

No killing your lovers.

Of course we talk to Alexx, daily.

Someone has got to keep an eye on you.

Don't encourage your father!

Now shoo go play nice with Horatio and Eric

By the way I saw this website: www.kinkandu.com - it looked interesting so you should check it out. There are some gifts we can buy you boys for Christmas.

Love

Mom

~*~

"I'm so not telling my mother I have that bookmarked already," Tim muttered as he shut down the computer. "Now I have to deal with Dumb and Dumber."

He headed out of the Lab, and passed a smirking Calleigh and a grinning Alexx. He just rolled his eyes as he walked up the stairs and into Horatio's office.

He closed the door locked it, and then closed the blinds. Horatio just sat back in his chair and watched him.

"Care to explain?" he asked.

"Is he still hiding?" Speed sat on the desk and looked over at the redhead.

"As far back as he can get, which considering is pretty far." Horatio looked down at Eric who was curled up in a ball. "Are you coming out?"

"No." Eric shook his head.

"I promise not to kill you," Tim sighed.

"What did you do?" Horatio asked as Eric climbed out from under the desk.

"You started it!" the younger man pointed accusingly.

"What did I do?" the redhead demanded, startled by Eric’s accusation.

"The email, the one about my tight fitting jeans that get you so hot you’d like to bend me over the workstation and fuck me." Speed looked over at his redhead. "That email... the one you sent to my mother, instead of me."

"I did not." Horatio scooted his chair forward, pulled up his email and saw the address. "Oh God..."

"It gets better. Moron here replied back, and forgot to change the address to you, and detailed exactly what a rim job was. He’s traumatized my father." Speed glared at their younger lover, who was clearly trying to get back under the desk.

"Oh God..." Horatio was turning the color of his hair as he leaned back in his chair. "Why do I have the feeling that's not half of it?"

"Come to find out, Mom and Clorinda have been talking, they know about the three of us, and now that we've 'come out' my parents are coming down and want to have a BBQ with the whole family, that's including Calleigh and Alexx and family. Oh and she asked if we were screwing Calleigh." Speed watched with glee as mutually horrified expressions hit both of his lovers simultaneously.

"My mom knows?" Eric asked his voice squeaking.

"And I quote, 'Tell Eric to stop hiding and take it like a man'." He was enjoying this way too much.

"I'm never going to be able to face my family ever again," Eric whined. The three men looked at Eric's phone when it chirped. "I'm not answering that."

Horatio reached over and grabbed it. "Hello Mrs. Delko. Yes we're doing fine this afternoon. Eric is trying to hide under my desk again…" Speed's eyebrow went up when he saw his lover blush. "Not this time..." He handed the phone over to Eric. "Talk to your mother."

"This isn't fair," Eric grumbled as grabbed the phone that was thrust in his face. "We can't torment you with Yelina...!"

"That’s because she would want to watch. Like Calleigh." Speed pointed out.

"Hi mom." Eric rubbed the back of his neck. "I see...so...how long...the WHOLE TIME! No I'm not yelling. Mass…well...see you Sunday. Love ya." He hung up the phone. "Mom wants us all to attend Mass on Sunday." Both men stared at him. "Look I know neither of you has set foot in a church in ages, but..."

Horatio stood up and kissed Eric to shut him up. "We'll go with you."

Eric pulled him close and kissed him back. "I'm kinda glad this worked out the way it did, we don't have to hide now any more."

"Embarrassing as hell..." Tim shook his head. "But as much as I would love to stay here and dirty up H's desk, I do have to finish my analysis."

"Tonight," Horatio grinned at his scruffy lover. "It's just the three of us."

Speed leaned over the desk and gave Horatio a quick kiss. "I plan on licking every inch of your body Lieutenant Caine." He smirked as he and Eric made their way out of the office.

Horatio sat back down at his desk and pulled his email back up.

To: Speedles
From: H
Subject: I can't believe it worked.

I'm still embarrassed as hell, but the plan worked.

See you in a few weeks.

H.

Horatio signed off with a wicked grin.

He had plans for tonight, and rimming was just the appetizer.

X-Posted: csi_slash; csi_fandom, csi_triads

Pimping: The Lifeboat: Pan-Fandom RPG Seeks Players

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 01:48:54 GMT

Name: the_lifeboat
Format: LiveJournal
Genre: Multi/panfandom, crossover, science fiction
Contact: thelifeboatmods or thelifeboatmods@gmail.com
Website: The Lifeboat
Minimum Age Requirement: 18+
Deadline: Always accepting new players

Game Description:

THE LIFEBOAT: A PAN-FANDOM RPG
	THE END
	The earth is gone. A year and a half ago you, and the rest of the world, learned that everything you thought you knew about the world, the galaxy and the universe . . . was wrong. We aren't alone in the universe and while all the aliens out there weren't out to get us, there were more than a few who were. In the mass hysteria and martial law following the revelation, other information leaked out: the earth was under attack, the survival of humanity was at risk and the world powers had secret plans in place to save a remnant of the population and save humanity from certain extinction. You were one of the few, either chosen by your rank and station or randomly via lottery, to go through the stargate, an advanced alien device that afforded nearly simultaneous transportation between worlds, to a lifeboat colony. There, alongside 7500 others, you would begin to rebuild human civilization.
	THE BEGINNING
	You are part of the remnant of earth's population, surviving and rebuilding at the lifeboat colony known as Gamma Site. Though earth is gone, there is a stargate at your disposal and thousands of unexplored worlds at your fingertips.
	THE GAME
	the_lifeboat is a post-apocalyptic multi-/pan-fandom game loosely based in the Stargate universe.
	LINKS & OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION
	Game Background Other Details Gamma Site Taken Characters Reserved Characters the_lifeboatooc: Out of Character Community lifeboat_xtras: Missing Scenes, Fan fiction, Chat Logs	Rules FAQs Application Hiatus Request Moderator Contact Stargate Cliff's Notes Email: thelifeboatmods@gmail.com

Fic: Come As You Are (CSI:NY, Mac/Danny, NC-17)

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 21:22:43 GMT

Fic title: Come As You Are
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex, anal, a little oral
Disclaimer: I don't own them (shame). I make no money from the writing of this piece. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.
Author's note: Using this as a test to see if LJ will make Internet Explorer crash. So far it's running smoothly, if you count the way it's running slower than Christmas and all the graphics have lost a lot of quality and are now posterized instead of crisp. Oh, and the bottom corner tells me that there's an error on the page. Hmm.
Musical Inspiration: Song Without A Name by VAST

When everything was said and done, Danny swore that there was no way it was his fault.

Please feed my muses!
Danny wants to know how many of you think it really is his fault after all.

Fic: We Don't Die (CSI:NY, Mac/Danny, NC-17)

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:07:58 GMT

Series title: We Don't Die (also found here)
Fandom: CSI:NY (alternate universe)
Pairing(s): Mac/Danny
Rating: Overall, NC-17
Warnings: M/M, vampirism, angst
Summary: It's a universe much like our own, except that the Children of the Night aren't just legends. Mac's more familiar with those 'legends' than most of the NYPD. He's headed downhill in a very fast way, and those he's closest to all have their own ideas on how to save him.
Disclaimer: I don't own them (shame). I make no money from the writing of this piece. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis. I don't own any of the songs or song lyrics I post, either.
Author's note: As I said, LJ hates my browser, and it took me three tries to get this text box to load fully without crashing. It's almost like it's getting worse. I don't know if your community allows this but it's the best I can do: from now until if/when I find a solution to the crashing problem, I'm just going to post a link to my website instead of posting the text here on LJ. Feel free to leave your blessed and much-appreciated comments and feedback here, though, by all means. Or send me a LJmail. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Chapter 7: Children of the Night
A time in Mac's past when he finally begins to get used to his new family, though not all of them are completely used to him. A new sort of understanding is reached between him and the Flacks.

Chapter 8: The Prime of Your Life
Mac decides to buy dinner for Danny and Flack, and Danny gets both a tour of Mac's apartment and more Flack family history than he'd bargained for.

Anybody that can help me fix my crashing problem... PLEASE! I'll click on either 'post' or 'edit' here on LJ, and 4 out of 5 times the box will pop up that says Mozilla.exe has encountered a problem and needs to close. Some of those times there'll be another box from Netscape wanting me to download/update something. I don't use Netscape.

Anybody? Please? Help!

art. Banners.

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:01:17 GMT

Two banners, one with Speed and one with Carmine, enjoy. Please credit when you grab, if you do have fun with them. *grins*

HELP.

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:35:28 GMT

Hey,

i don't know if it's ok to post this here or not, if it's not i'll delet it, no biggie. anyway, i've been looking for this fic for sooooo long & i can't find it anywhere. It's a csi lv/ miami/ny xover . & i remember the pairing was danny/nick/speed & i think there was a horatio/eric too. anyway horatio tells speed to take some time off after the shooting or after killing a small girl & so speed goes to the home he & his lovers own. danny finds him cutting himself in the kitchen & calls nick who comes & with the help of horatio & eric thy try to help speed.

ring any bells ?!!

i've already posted this on csi_finder comm & i got no response, so i thought i might give it a shot here.

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:57:32 GMT

Road Trip(3/10)

Author: Valerie
Fandom: CSI, CSI NY, NCIS, Las Vegas, Numb3rs, L&O SVU
Pairings: Mac/Danny, Nick/Don, Jethro/Tony, Eric/Danny, Warrick/Delinda
Rating: FRAO
Series: Of masks and men, Part 6
Spoilers: CSI Las Vegas Season 7, CSI NY Season 3, Specific use of episode 'Silent Night',

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, they belong to various producers and companies. No money is made...

Note: This is the 6th part of the Mask and Men universe. It takes place after 'Merry Christmas'. All my previous stories are either on wwomb or on my page.

Beta: Antoinette, thank you very, very much!!

Read it on livejournal (friends only)

Chapter 3

Or on the wwomb archive

Story

Crossposted to csi_slash and ncis_slash

Fic: We Don't Die (CSI:NY, Mac/Danny, NC-17)

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:12:22 GMT

Series Title: We Don't Die
Fandom: CSI:NY (alternate universe)
Pairing(s): Mac/Danny, with a few other characters thrown in here and there
Rating: Varies between chapters, but overall I'll say NC-17 for language, violence, and explicit adult content
Warnings: Blood play, violence, angst, slash (male/male sex), vampirism
Summary: It's a universe much like our own, except that the Children of the Night aren't just legends. Mac's more familiar with those 'legends' than most of the NYPD. He's headed downhill in a very fast way, and those he's closest to all have their own ideas on how to save him.
Disclaimer: I don't own them (shame). I make no money from the writing of this piece. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis. I don't own any of the songs or song lyrics I post, either.
Author's note: It's a story I've been puttering with for a while, and I've got about 25 chapters lined up though most are incomplete. Anybody who knows me knows that I'm not one to blow my own horn in any sense of the phrase, but I think this story's gonna be one of the most powerful ones I've ever written. I got the idea by reading numerous vampire and supernatural fanfics, and just about every time, it's Danny that's the supernatural one and Mac that's the stodgy human who's gonna get his world turned upside down, so I decided to do something different.
I should warn you, there's going to be a lot of heavy emotion coming. A lot of it's not going to be very pleasant, but then again, what are vampires if not Angst Magnets? It's also a bit of catharsis in itself, as a way of helping me come to terms with some of my own past traumas. For those of you who suffer from occasional bouts of depression like me... don't let this get to you. Just let it help you feel better when it's all over. There's funny and heartwarming and gut-heating moments, too.
I would've posted this a while back, but my browser has this annoying habit of crashing sometimes when I try to post or edit an entry here on LJ. This is the only site where it does that, and only at that time. I'm using Mozilla and I'm on dialup internet. Anybody have any ideas why it crashes?
Beta: The wonderful
logans_girl2001, faithful friend and source of both inspiration and common sense.

Main story arc
1. Bite Me
The idle literary doodling that started it all. A short yet powerful introduction to this unique version of Mac. Being a vampire is neither easy nor glamorous, particularly when you're a vampire with a strong sense of ethics, morals, and more than your fair share of old pain.

2. Killing Me Softly
A little orientation for the reader, to give a better understanding of how this universe works. Also, a little friendly digging at Mac's personal life.

3. When The Vow Breaks
Mac's about to reach the breaking point when Stella and Flack and Danny and Sid all drive the point home that there's a positive way to end Mac's misery, and that not everybody hates him simply for what it is.

4. To Protect And Serve
A brief overview of Mac's life from the time he Turned until the present day, and the introduction of his first true friend, and the boy that would grant him a new lease on life.

5. Carpe Jugulum
Mac decides to accept Danny's offer. (NC-17 for slash and explicit adult content)

6. Back In Black
Two moments in the past and in the present where Mac realizes that he has both faithful friends and a good place to be.

I greatly appreciate and readily welcome any and all feedback. Love it? Hate it? Did I misspell a word or forget to put a space somewhere? Think I go a little over-the-top in places? Let me know, please. I love comments!

FIC: Pandora's Box (CSI:LV - FRAO - Greg / Nick)

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 22:57:32 GMT

Title: Pandora’s Box
Author: slash_srs
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Prompt: Greg expands Nick's horizons
Kink: use of dildos
Notes/Warnings: This fic was written for a rounds_of_kink prompt.

Pandora's Box

Fic: Life as a Michael Bay Film (CSI:M - FRM - Speed/Horatio)

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 19:47:25 GMT

Title: Life as a Michael Bay Film
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money and promise to return them.
Summary: "When did our lives end up a bad Comic book?"
Genre: Pre-Slash
Beta: Tim (Speed)
Author’s Note: Yes this is crack… The Bunny would never go away so I wrote it just to get it to leave me alone so I could go back and concentrate on Sylum.

~*~

They had all heard the rumors and rumblings coming from West Coast; large robots fighting each other and practically destroying cities. Images had even been released to the public showing the robots in battle, only to be later discredited by the government. It was just a movie being filmed, some Sci-fi thing about robots that can transform into every day objects.

In time the rumors died down, and everyone forgot about them.

Horatio stepped out of the Hummer and into the Miami sun, sunglasses in place as he surveyed the crime scene. He bit back a smirk as Speed walked up complaining about hot summers, mosquitoes and stupid criminals that like to dump bodies out in the middle of alligator infested swamp lands. The redhead glanced back to see the Canary yellow Ducati parked behind the Hummer.

Not exactly a standard issue police vehicle.

"Speed?" Caine called out to his CSI, a little surprised to see it there.

"I was on my way into work, when the call came in." Speed answered. "I figured it would be easier to just come here than drive another twenty minutes to the Lab, pick up another Hummer, and then drive the hour to get out to the Glades."

Horatio nodded, "Do I want to know where you stashed your kit?"

"It's at work," Speed smirked as he opened the back of the Hummer. "I'm snagging yours, Lieutenant."

"We can't process the body or around it, until Alexx gets out here." Horatio looked out towards the body. "Check the perimeter, while I call in to find out what's keeping Alexx and back-up."

"I'm surprised there aren't any officers on scene," Tim commented as he pulled out his camera.

"There should be," Caine looked down the road, frowning. "Speed..?"

He turned to his Lieutenant. "Yeah?"

"Be careful, something isn't right." Horatio looked around the quiet and empty Glades.

Speed gave him a small salute before turning to walk out to the crime scene and start taking photos. He frowned at the markings he was finding around the body as he set his ruler down and snapped a few shots. "H...these markings are deep and not manmade."

Horatio walked up to the scene and slipped off his glasses. "Looks more like heavy machinery."

Both looked up and down the road, "I don't see any tracks indicating heavy machinery leading to the scene, just normal tire treads." Speed walked down the road following the impressions. "This doesn't make sense. The treads lead to the scene and just end."
"Actually, they reappear on the other side of the scene," Horatio replied, having carefully picked a clear path around the site.

"So, what? We have a hopping vehicle?" Speed frowned.

Caine looked up at the sound of an engine. "Well it's about time we got back up." He watched as the cop car raced down the dirt road toward them but it wasn't slowing down. "SPEED!" His young CSI was in the vehicle’s direct path.

Speed looked up, turning to look at the approaching cop car. It took him a few seconds to realize it wasn't slowing down. Just as he moved to get out of the way something moved between him and the approaching vehicle. He looked up and found himself staring at a mechanical robot that stood about fifteen feet high. He stumbled back in shock, and found himself being grabbed by Horatio and pulled out of the way.

They watched in horror and awe as the police cruiser transformed into another robot, a hideously menacing looking thing that slammed straight into the smaller one. Speed looked back to where they’d left their own vehicles noticing his Ducati was missing, and before his eyes the Hummer suddenly groaned and shifted shape charging into the battle with a roar. He looked over at Horatio who just stared at the scene in front of them, his jaw slightly open.

"H?" Speed asked.

"I have no idea." Horatio answered still stunned by it, his ears ringing with the terrible sound of crashing metal.

"But my Ducati and your Hummer...." He looked over to see the police cruiser transform back into something recognizable as a vehicle, and take off down the road.

The two other machines turned and looked down at them.

"We had no intention of startling you." Horatio just looked up at the taller robot, reaching to about twenty feet or so above him. He blinked and shook his head. He was not having a conversation with his Hummer.

"I'm Canary." The smaller one bent down, something akin to mischief in its glowing blue eyes. "This is Crimebuster."

~*~

Speed stared out the window of Horatio's beach house at the two vehicles outside. He looked back at Horatio and then back outside, they were still sitting there acting all innocent like.

"I don't think they are going to disappear," Horatio said soberly, handed him a beer.

Speed gave him a look that spoke volumes. "Hello...were you there? They transformed into robots! Of course they can just disappear."

"You're rambling," the redhead smirked not quite used to a flabbergasted Timothy Speedle.

"Bike, turned into a robot and attacked approaching evil robot...." He took a swig of his beer. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation."

"You heard what they said." Horatio sat down glancing towards the Hummer and Ducati.

"That they are Autobots from a distant planet called Cybertron that was destroyed in war by the evil Megatron." Speed sat across from him. "Is it me or does that not sound like a Michael Bay film?"

Horatio chuckled, "Well it doesn't really matter, they seemed to have attached themselves to us."

"Yeah, well...." Speed glanced back out the window and jumped when he saw Canary waving at him. "My bike's name is Canary and look at him... He's hyper! It’s like having a puppy."

Horatio couldn't help it; he let out the laugh that he had been trying to suppress all day.

Speed glared at him and huffed. "I might want to point out Crimebuster wants to be a CSI."

That sobered him right up.

"So what do you think we should do?" Horatio watched the two robots interplay. It seemed Canary was trying some new dance moves.

"Well we can't just tell everyone that our vehicles are really giant robots from outer space." Tim pointed out. "I guess we just act like everything is normal."

Horatio eyed the two robots. "Yeah, everything is just normal here."

~*~

It was a few weeks later when Horatio found himself out in the Glades for a second crime scene. He knelt down next to the body, talking to Alexx as Speed took photos around the scene. "What do we have, Alexx?"

"Strangulation," she replied, gently touching the bruises on the girl’s neck. "And it looks like her clothes were put back on, so I'll run a rape kit. Poor baby. Too young to be out here all alone."

He nodded and stood up. "Speed..?" Horatio frowned as Speed just looked straight ahead at something in front of him. "Tim?"

Speed held up his hand, stopping the redhead's approach. "Remember our friends..?"

Caine stopped and glanced at the Hummer. "Yes."

"We have a little one here, and I don't think he likes me." Speed said as he stepped back slowly.

He heard the sharp grinding of metal, before he saw the shadow fall over him. Horatio looked up to see Crimebuster standing over them both. "Don't you mess up my crime scene!"

Alexx looked up at the robot and blinked a few times. "Horatio?"

"In a moment, Alexx." He said as he watched the robot move towards Speed.

"It's a Decepticon." Crimebuster drew his hands together and his forearms morphed into a gun. "Step away from the human."

The smaller thing made a few clicking noises and glared back at Speed with an evil hiss. "Don't give me that nasty look, you piece of tin...." He ducked as a small knife was thrown at him. "…with lots of knives."

"Get behind me," Crimebuster ordered, stepping towards him. Tim didn't hesitate he turned and ran under the robot to where Horatio stood.

"What happened?" Horatio demanded.

"My camera turned into one of those things, but this one was mean." Speed sighed. "Now I need a new camera. And I have a feeling when I get home Canary is going to yell at me."

"Does he yell at you often?" The redhead smirked.

"He's overprotective, hyper, talkative, curious, hyper, and did I mention overprotective? Hell it’s like living with a hyper you..." He ran a hand over his face. "Did I mention the hyper part? Its weird waking up in the morning and seeing him look at me through my window. My loft is on the 2nd floor!"

"Excuse me." Alexx smiled sweetly at the two men. "Someone should really explain to me why the Hummer is ripping apart some tiny robot and why I’m not getting set to call the Department Psychiatrist right now?"

Speed glanced back to see his camera being ripped to shreds. "Can I expense that?"

Horatio glared at him over his glasses, and then called out to Crimebuster. "Care to explain?"

"It was a Decepticon spy." The robot frowned, or at least it seemed like it frowned. "It must be searching for all surviving Autobots. The fact that he disguised himself with Timothy, it would seem they know we are here."

"And that means?" Speed frowned.

"We will have to be on guard for others, it is possible that they will attack the humans we have deemed fit to protect,” Crimebuster said simply, shifting away from the main crime scene. "Lieutenant Caine I detected a foreign substance on the young lady, I think it is what you call semen."

Horatio sighed and hung his head. "Alexx meet Crimebuster. Crimebuster our ME..."

"Yes, Dr. Woods, it is good to finally talk with you. If you need help I can scan the bodies to see if there is something important to be checked on." Crimebuster knelt down to talk to the ME.

She glanced at Horatio and Tim and then back to the robot. "Nice to meet you. Any help is always...."

Horatio coughed trying to get her attention. "Alexx."

"What?" She asked. "The nice robot was offering to help us with our case. I think it’s very generous."

"I'll gladly offer my services." Crimebuster said with pride.

"Crimebuster, this little incident doesn't have to go past us right?" Speed asked.

"Canary has already been informed of the event," the robot informed him sounding very prim and business-like.

"Damn." He sighed. "By the way can you transform back into the Hummer? I need a new camera so I can finish up with the scene."

Horatio was still amazed how little time it took for them to transfer and alter shape. One minute he was talking a robot the next his Hummer was sitting there, all innocent like nothing had happened. He looked over at Speed. "Let’s finish this up. Oh and Alexx..?"

"Like I'm going to tell the lab the Hummer turned into a robot." She shook her head. "Though really shouldn't be too surprising. I mean the Hummer always seemed to a part of the team."

The vehicle cooed.

"Don't encourage him."

Speed blinked. “She’s mothering him, that’s what it is.”

~*~

Horatio tried not to snicker when he saw a disheveled Speed at his front door. "Problem?"

"I just got a two hour lecture from my Ducati," he stated flatly, walking into the beach house. "Two hours of how I need to be more aware of my surroundings and instruments, because it would seem I'm some sort of threat..." He rambled as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. "...to these Decepticons. And when the hell did the words Decepticons, Autobots and Transformers end up in my vocabulary? You can stop laughing; Crimebuster is being coddled by Alexx."

"That is so not right," Horatio shook his head as he looked out the window to see the two chatting like mother and son. "Why are you some sort of threat?"

Speed sipped his beer. "No idea. The rate things are going I'm probably an alien prince or some shit...." He downed the rest of the beer in a few gulps. "When did our lives end up a bad Comic book?"

"You know I did see Eric and Ryan wearing matching colors the other day," Horatio snickered, leaning against the bar between the kitchen and living room. "Hand me one."

"That's because they’re screwing each other." Tim handed him the beer and grabbed a second one. "Or so the rumor goes, but then according to the same rumor mill, Calleigh is also doing Eric, and Natalia is involved somehow..."

Horatio just eyed him, eyebrows raised. "Listen to the rumor mills much?"

"I have no choice," he shrugged. "I sit in the break room reading and everyone just tells me what’s going on. I'm not sure if they think I'm a statue or a priest."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Horatio smirked at him.

Speed rolled his eyes. "Anyway, Canary has decided that I can't stay at my place, because supposedly he scanned it and I have two Decepticons hiding in it. It's probably my cable box, I always knew the Cable Company was evil. And don’t even get me started on cell phones."

"So you're here..."

"Because I need sleep and I'm not staying at a hotel. Have you seen what's in those sheets?" Speed grimaced.

"You're always welcome here, Tim." Horatio set the beer down and went to fix the guest room. "Is Alexx coming in or still chatting?"

Tim looked out the window. "Chatting. Looks like they’re exchanging numbers... It’ll be recipes next. "

~*~

Horatio sat at his desk, doggedly refusing to acknowledge the robot looking into the windows. He kept his focus on the paperwork in front of him as if there wasn't giant robot that normally lived its life as a Hummer, tapping on the glass. He was just going to keep signing his name...

Until finally he turned in his chair and glared at Crimebuster.

He got up and opened the window. "This is a bit obvious."

"No one can see me, I've made sure that no one is in the vicinity," Crimebuster replied. "I've scanned the premises and sense Decepticons."

"Okay what the hell!" Horatio uncharacteristically yelled. "Does Speed have Decepticon radar or something?"

"I do not detect any signals coming from him," the Hummer answered.

"Can you tell me where these things are located..?" The scream from the Lab answered that. "I'll be right back."

~*~

Speed backed up away from the machine. "You have got to be kidding me." The Gas Chromatograph transformed in front of him and began to advance. "What the hell do you tin boxes from hell want from me?"

"Evidence from Case #2234."

He blinked a few times at the strange voice. "You've been following me around because of Evidence from a case?"

"Evidence from Case #2234. Give it to us now."

"Talkative piece of lab equipment, aren't you." Speed backed up towards the door. "Why don't I go get Horatio and you two can discuss...."

The Machine jumped at him and knocked him through the glass window. "Evidence from Case #2234!"

"Speed, is the Gas Chromatograph attacking you?" Eric asked a bit shocked at the situation.

"YES YOU MORON! SHOOT IT!" He pushed against it trying to get it off him as it clawed it his arms and face.

"It's a $50,000 machine!" Eric pointed out.

Speed just stared at him. "I'm so going to have to hurt you later. Or better yet let Canary do it."

"EVIDENCE FROM CASE #2234!!"

A gun blast went off causing the machine to leap back and scurry away, but the second blast finished it off. Speed looked up to see Calleigh holding a shotgun. "Annoying buggers aren’t they."

"You've met them?" Speed asked getting up off the ground and trying to figure out what part of his shirt and pants wasn’t ripped to shreds.

"My cell phone demanded evidence from the same case. I smushed it with my car." She smirked at him. "We might want to consider finding out what the hell is in that case."

"Speed?" Horatio ran down from his office. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Bruised but okay." He dusted off his lab coat. His shirt was ruined and his pants were flapping limply. "I'm not writing out that expense."

There were days it really didn't pay to get out of bed.

~*~

Horatio looked over the evidence and then blinked up at his team then back down at the evidence. "So they've made our lives a nuisance because some kids robbed a Radio Shack and accidentally took their unit commander when he stole a palm pilot?"

Speed nodded. "Sounds about right."

"Where is this palm pilot now?" he asked.

Eric smirked. "Tormenting some sixteen year old."

"And what are we doing about it?" Horatio asked curiously.

"I've informed Frank's computer where the kid is at, and they are going now to retrieve their palm pilot." Calleigh added. "Crimebuster is making sure they don't harm the kid."

Horatio just closed the case file. "Then that's solved."

Calleigh and Eric got up and headed out of the office, but Speed still sat there grinning. "Crimebuster is taking the CSI tests."

"He can't! He’s a HUMMER." Horatio pointed out.

"Come on H, he's a good car." Tim chortled. "By the way, don't stay too late. I'm making dinner."

Horatio's eyebrow rose in curiosity. "Canary not letting you home still, even after the case is solved?"

"Nah, I like your place. Though I was thinking of renegotiating the sleeping arrangements." He stood up and leaned over Horatio's desk. "So how comfortable IS your bed?"

"Very." He grinned back. "Care to try it out?"

"I'll make sure the children park down the street. Don't want to traumatize them do we?" Speed gave him a saucy wink as he headed out of the office.

Horatio was achingly hard in his pants; he glanced at his watch, only a few hours. He groaned when he saw a familiar shadow fall onto his desk. He turned and opened the window. "Crimebuster."

"I sensed your heart rate go up, is everything alright?" he asked.

"Everything's fine."

"That's good sir," Crimebuster paused. "Canary suggests you get plenty of lubricant. Something that big going into a small place will need lots of help. You have a substance here commonly referred to as WD-40 which I can highly recommend."

He left a gaping Horatio Caine at the window.

The Lieutenant shook his head and turned back to his desk. 'I wonder how big?’

He grinned and left the office. There were a few stops to make before Speed got home, and the hardware store wasn’t one of them.

X-Posted: csi_fandom; csi_slash; horatio_speed

Pimping

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:35:27 GMT

csi_ny_rp is looking for some new people to RP. We have several characters available from all 3 CSI’s.

CSI

Doc Robbins

David Phillips (Super Dave)

Henry Andrews

Sara Sidle

Sofia Curtis

Jacqui Franco

Det. Cavaliere

Det. Lockwood

Det. Vega

Lady Heather

CSI: NY

Adam Ross

Dr. Sid Hammerback

Dr. Peyton Drisocoll

Aiden Burn

Detective Kaile Maka

Stanton Gerrard

CSI: Miami

Jake Berkeley

Yelina Salas

Aaron Jessop

Dan Cooper

Tyler Jensen

Megan Donner

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Fic: The Ducati (CSI:M - FRM - Horatio/Speed)

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 17:30:47 GMT

Title: The Ducati
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Never will. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. Not making any money off of this, believe me. I promise to return them when I’m done….maybe.
Summary: Horatio admires the man and the bike
Beta: Not Beta’d
Genre: Slash
Author’s Note: Theme Day – Ducati for cochranefanatic

~*~

Ever since Horatio Caine had met Timothy Speedle, the younger man had ridden a bike. Over the past decade the bike has changed, and so has the man. The most recent bike sits outside in the parking lot, waiting for its owner to come out of the lab. Horatio leans back in his office chair and stares out his window. The past two years he's had the best seat in the house. He can look down at the lab to see Tim working, then turn his chair and see the sleek racing bike gleaming in the sun.

The Ducati.

The bane of his existence.

It mocked him.

It teased him.

Ever since Speed rode up on the Canary Yellow Ducati, he hasn't been able to keep his eyes off the man or the machine. He didn't know when it happened but somehow the skinny, shy, gawky kid that rode in on a old worn Indian, suddenly became the confident, scruffy, hot as hell Trace expert that rode in on sex on wheels.

Daily Horatio would watch as Speed walked out of the lab to the parking lot, and mount the sleek racing machine. Watch has his hands caressed the handle bars, then down the body of the machine and turn the ignition. Horatio would moan in pleasure hearing the growl of her engine. He then would watch as Speed's body molded with the bike, the two become one as they flew down the streets.

What he would give to mold his body to Speed's, feel him move under him as he sank into the warm willing flesh. He bit back a moan and forcefully removed his hands from his aching cock.

A cough interrupted him.

Horatio turned to see Speed standing at his office door. The Lieutenant looked over to the parking lot to see the Ducati still standing there. He frowned and looked back over at Speed, putting on his best 'I'm the boss look.'

"How can I help you Speed?"

Timothy Speedle closed the door and leaned against it a sultry smile on his face. "I was hoping I could take you for a ride."

As they flew down the streets of Miami, Horatio gripped Speed's waist tighter. Feeling the power of the Ducati under him, and the feeling the muscles play under his fingers was better than any fantasy he had come up with. He could only grin, when they pulled into a secluded section of beach. As Speed slowed the machine to a stop, Horatio leaned forward and nipped at his ear whispering. "Now it's my turn to ride you."

Their screams of passion echoed against the beach cliffs and rocks, the Ducati stood in its spot guarding and watching over them.

X-Posted: csi_slash; csi_fandom; horatio_speed

4 Fics

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:26:28 GMT

The first three written for slashfest , the last one for geekfiction 's elemental ficathon.

Links hate me today and won't work, so I'm having to copy and paste in the link.

Title: The Truth Revealed
Author/Artist: Welleg
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Eric, past H/Speed
Rating: R, to be on the safe side
Wordcount: 3124
Warnings: reference to death of a canon character, references to sex, some disregard to canon
Prompt: Speed's parents show up in Miami at the station to drop their grandkids off after a visit, Eric goes to introduce Ryan but Ryan just says "Hi Nanna and Poppa." Ryan is H's son but was raised by both H and Speed since Ryan was 5 years old (Ryan is now 24, Speed died at 38 and meet H at 19) Speed and H had other children.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Otherwise that episode "Lost Son" would never have happened. Same with the Eric/Natalia/Ryan mess.
A/N: Contains spoliers for 3x01 "Lost Son." When I started writing this story, I had seen most of season 6, parts of season 5, and "Lost Son." As I started filling in the viewing gaps, I realized that canon is broken in some places. Going back to change a lot of details would have killed the story, so I'm slapping an AU tag on it. The AU means that H has been in Miami a lot longer the the ten years it was in canon during season 4 (I think). Also at the point of "Lost Son" Speed was 31 in canon and 24 seems a bit young for Ryan, but I'm not really sure about that.

http://community.livejournal.com/slashfest/185186.html

Title: Moving On
Author/Artist: Welleg
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Danny/Don, past Danny/Lindsay
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2244
Warnings: drunkeness, some strong language
Prompt: Flack is sick of watching Danny do this to himself.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Otherwise Danny/Lindsay would never have happened.
A/N: Contains spoilers for 4x11 "Child's Play" and 4x13 "All in the Family." You have been warned.

http://community.livejournal.com/slashfest/184961.html

Title: Healing
Author/Artist: Welleg
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Mac/ Danny/Don
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2087
Warnings: Spoilers through season 2.
Prompt: Post-S2 Finale. How did they get to where they are? The light of day might not be as friendly as the cover of darkness, or it could give them strength.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. One can wish though.
A/N: The ending feels a bit rushed to me. Sorry about that.

http://community.livejournal.com/slashfest/205010.html

Title: Changes
Author: Welleg
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: for 6x05 "Gum Drops" and 7x04 "Fannysmackin'"
Summary: One case changes Nick and Greg's lives forever.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.

http://welleg-fic.livejournal.com/41309.html

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 07:27:08 GMT

Road Trip(2/10)

Author: Valerie
Fandom: CSI, CSI NY, NCIS, Las Vegas, Numb3rs, L&O SVU
Pairings: Mac/Danny, Nick/Don, Jethro/Tony, Eric/Danny, Warrick/Delinda
Rating: FRAO
Series: Of masks and men, Part 6
Spoilers: CSI Las Vegas Season 7, CSI NY Season 3, Specific use of episode 'Silent Night',

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, they belong to various producers and companies. No money is made...

Note: This is the 6th part of the Mask and Men universe. It takes place after 'Merry Christmas'. All my previous stories are either on wwomb or on my page.

Beta: Antoinette, thank you very, very much!!

Read it on livejournal (friends only)

Chapter 2

Or on the wwomb archive

Story

Crossposted to csi_slash and ncis_slash

Question

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 23:13:04 GMT

What is the name of the episode where they shot Warric. Is he out for good?

new community

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 19:24:47 GMT

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Fic: Dinner and Dessert (CSI:M - FRAO - Horatio/Speed)

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 14:59:01 GMT

Title: Dinner and Dessert
Author: Bj Wolf
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Various executives, producers, studios, and writers own them and have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. Not making any money and promise to return them to the lab as soon as I’m finished with them.
Summary: After a stressful day Speed makes Horatio dinner
Sequel: Falling Apart, Putting the Pieces Back Together
Beta: Ash (Jack Vale)
Genre: Slash

~ Horatio ~

Delicious aromas filtered into the bedroom and woke me up; that and the growling of my stomach. I struggled out of bed, pulling on my pants and slipping on my shirt, leaving it unbuttoned.

My mouth watered at the smells coming from the kitchen.

Speed was moving about, fixing and preparing what looked to be a wonderful meal. It had been a while since I'd had a good home cooked meal.

"Smells great." I moved into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his waist, nipping at his ear. "What? No apron saying 'kiss the cook'?"

~ Speed ~

I grinned and leaned back against him for a moment.

"You don't seem to need encouragement to kiss the cook," I replied, being cheeky. "I'm just glad to have someone to cook for. Better than just me...y'know? Did I wake you? I was going to bring you in something when it was ready..."

~ Horatio ~

I nibbled on his neck slightly before stepping back. "My growling stomach woke me up. I didn't realize how hungry I was..." Of course my stomach just had to make itself known again.

I blushed slightly then glanced at the stove. "So Chef Speedle, what's for dinner?"

~ Speed ~

I chuckled. "Nothing special...pasta, salad, chicken, warm bread in the oven...the sauce, that's papa's own recipe. First thing I ever learned to cook. Grab a beer from the fridge if you want one..."

~ Horatio ~

I grabbed a cold beer and took a seat at the breakfast bar. "So any other hidden talents, besides the ability to cook and that wicked tongue of yours?"

~ Speed ~

I couldn’t help laughing as I served the food and balanced the hot dishes, just the way I'd been taught.

"I kinda think my snark is my best feature..."

~ Horatio ~

I helped him set the table, then leaned over and whispered. "The snark is sexy as hell, but I was referring to how you use that talented tongue on my cock."

I sat down at the table putting the napkin on my lap with an innocent expression on my face. "This really does smell great, Speed."

~ Speed ~

I stood there for a second with my jaw open and took in the sight of Horatio Caine and his 'innocent little boy' routine.

It was enough to get me hard just looking at him after what he’d said...

I mean how do you reply to something like that?

"I...er...yeah...er...eat..." was all that came out of my mouth.

~ Horatio ~

I took a twist of pasta on my fork, trying not to smirk at Speed's reaction to my comment. Taking a bite, I was soon moaning in pleasure; the pasta was heavenly. Out of the corner of my eye I could see how my appreciation for his cooking skills was affecting him.

I grinned wickedly.

Taking another bite, I sucked the pasta into my mouth, moaning softly.

"This is excellent," I said between mouthfuls, thoroughly enjoying his food.

I wonder how long I can keep this up before he pounces?

~ Speed ~

He was hungry. He needed to eat. He was just enjoying it. A lot.

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that Speed...

I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I mean who knew pasta could be that sexy?

I swallowed hard but the last thing I wanted at that moment was to eat the contents of my own plate.

"H? Er..."

~ Horatio ~

I looked up from my dish, sucking the last strand of pasta into my mouth. "Yes Speed?"

He just stared at me. "Aren't you hungry?" I asked sitting back, cocking my head slightly, my expression innocent.

I can be wicked and I have the feeling that teasing Speed is going to become my new favorite past time.

~ Speed ~

Hungry? Hell yeah...

With a growl I was on him, in his lap almost, kissing him so hard I couldn't breathe and I'm pretty damn sure he couldn't either.

All I wanted was him. Right then. Anyway I could get him.

Pulling back, panting, face red, I could see the fun and the passion glittering in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm hungry," I whispered hoarsely.

~ Horatio ~

It really didn't take long before I had a horny hungry Trace Expert in my lap devouring my lips as if he was a dying man and I was his last meal.

I slipped my hands under his shirt, caressing his soft skin, deepening that kiss. We broke apart only because we needed to breathe in a few gulps of air.

Reaching over, I grabbed a small piece of meat from his plate and held it up to his mouth. "Eat." My voice dropped into a husky tone.

~ Speed ~

He's feeding me and god but the look on his face and the sound of his voice is doing things to me that I never thought anyone could ever do again.

I opened my mouth and even sucked his fingers as I took the food he was offering.

Talented tongue, eh?

I knew I was grinning as I held on to him, my arms around his shoulders.

I could show him who's got a talented tongue...

~ Horatio ~

Oh, he is a wicked boy.

I took another piece of meat and held it up, watching as his tongue flickered out and he sucked my fingers into his mouth.

When I moan it’s low but very audible. I was already hard and getting harder with each morsel of food.

Once our eyes locked all I could see was passion and love.

I took a sip of the wine he had poured for himself, and pulled his lips into a deep kiss, sharing the drink; my hands slipping into his dark hair, holding him in place as my tongue slid over his, deepening the kiss, tasting nothing but passion.

I had to have him.

~ Speed ~

I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. There was just sensation, taste, heat, touch...

The kiss tasted so good, so sweet.

I could feel how hard he was and all I could think about was feeling him inside me.

~ Horatio ~

I leaned back slightly, panting hard.

"Take your pants off." My voice dropped to a low growl, and I unhooked my own pants, quickly pulling out my aching cock. "I hope you have something nearby. I want you fast, hard and now."

~ Speed ~

It was lust. Pure lust.

I managed to scramble off his lap and reach for the olive oil on the counter just as he pinned me to the breakfast bar, his fingers already eagerly tugging at my pants.

"Guess I wasn't quick enough," I muttered, barely able to form a reasonable sentence and not really in the mood for conversation.

Anything else was simply swallowed up in another kiss and I pushed the plates out of the way, not paying attention to anything but him.

My hands skimmed up his back, feeling his muscles flex and ripple as he moved.

~ Horatio ~

The sight of his tight ass wiggling in those jeans snapped the last of my resolve.

I grabbed him and pushed him against the breakfast bar; plates and food be damned.

Yanking down his jeans, I cupped his aching erection, stroking the smooth hard flesh.

My need for him was overwhelming and I grabbed the oil out of his hands, quickly slicking up my fingers and thrusting two inside him roughly.

His eyes closed and his face contorted with pleasure.

"Open your eyes." I kiss his lips softly. "Come on love, open those wonderful dark eyes."

~ Speed ~

I blinked at him, drowning in the beautiful blue of his own eyes gazing back at me with so much love.

"Feels so good..." I whispered, digging my nails into his back as I kicked off my jeans, wiggling a little more, feeling his fingers press inside me.

I gasped and moaned in his ear. "Please...please Horatio..."

~ Horatio ~

I held his gaze as I slid into him. He was so tight and it took all of my control not to come right then, but I managed a little self control and pulled back out to thrust in again, drawing a deep moan from the both of us.

His legs tightened around my waist as I began to pound into him.

Everything else was forgotten. I was lost in the feel of him; his smell and his taste, the noises he made.

Reaching down I grasped his pulsing cock and began to stroke it.

All the while my eyes never left his.

"Come for me Speed."

~ Speed ~

Those words were all it took, spoken with breathless passion.

Moaning his name, clinging to him with all my strength tightening around him, breathing hard against his neck, I obeyed.

"Horatio...god H...love you..."

~ Horatio ~

I thrust into his willing body one last time as I came hard, burying my face into his shoulder, "Speed...."

I held him as we came down from our high.

The only sound in the room was our labored breathing and pounding hearts.

Lifting my head up, I took his mouth into a sensual kiss, gently reassuring.

Then giving him a saucy grin, I asked, "So who's doing the dishes?"

~ Speed ~

My heart was hammering in time with his. I could feel the sweat on his back and down his neck.

It took a moment just to breathe normally, and I reveled shamelessly in the feel of him still buried inside me, squeezing my muscles around his length

I brushed the hair from his forehead, not wanting to let go of that moment.

"Dishes?" I asked innocently. "What dishes are those then?"

~ Horatio ~

I kissed his nose and somewhat reluctantly pulled out from inside him, grabbing a napkin to clean us up.

I looked at the mess on the table and floor and blushed lightly.

"The sooner we get this cleaned up, the quicker we can go back to bed."

Speed slipped off the table and pulled on his jeans, chuckling.

It didn't take the two of us very long to get the kitchen once again presentable.

I pulled him into my arms and kissed him as he led me back to the bedroom.

"Thank you." I whispered, burying my head against his neck, inhaling his scent. "For everything. For taking care of me Tim; for loving me. Thank you."