I saw this meme around a few months ago. I think I was supposed to ask for prompts, but the bunnies were already lining up, plus my friends are evil. So here goes the first four of twenty-six ficlets, all starting with a letter of the alphabet.





He’s had Antonio for two full moons and he thanks the gods that gave him his slave. He is as fierce and beautiful as the first time Gibbs had had him on his bed, growling and angry, then confused, as Gibbs showed him what his body was capable of. These days, it doesn’t take much to get Antonio’s blood hot, a touch, a look, sometimes, just a few words.

Gibbs thrusts and digs further into Antonio’s body, leans down to lick hot skin. He enjoys the taste of salt and heat. Even more, he loves the wild look in Antonio’s green eyes. He’s close to pleading, but he’ll hold out until his words are broken and desperate. For a slave he’s still stubborn, still bold. Gibbs likes him that way and knows someone like Antonio can never be tamed, only kept on a long leash. They’re back to the push and pull that that they do and Gibbs allows that too.

Antonio gasps and arches his back. His hands pull at the fur-covered bed. Gibbs should be worried about Antonio’s back and he’ll check it later. It’s been two weeks since Antonio was punished and whipped for trying to escape. Gibbs had done it here, in their room, instead of in public like he should have. This is the first time since then that they’ve been together. Gibbs knows he could have pushed and coerced, but Antonio’s surrender is sweeter if it’s given.

Gibbs savors the moans, and the barely heard plea. He speeds up, his hips snapping and pushing. He curls a hand over golden skin and strokes his slave until he comes in long thick spurts. Gibbs grunts and lets himself go, shuddering with pleasure. No one will ever know the pleasure he gets from Antonio, especially not Antonio himself.





Jimmy loves Bo’s lips. The way they curve and spread when he laughs. How red they get from Bo biting them as Jimmy touches him. Jimmy licks Bo’s lips a lot, and Bo smiles and lets him, while his hands are busy on Jimmy’s chest or stomach.

Of course, it’s only a matter of time until Bo’s hands are in Jimmy’s pants. Jimmy’s face still turns red when that happens. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the fluttery feeling that travels through him as Bo licks and sucks parts of his body. Bo’s lips are warm and slick, and Jimmy would swear in a court of law that Bo has some kind of magical ability. How else can Jimmy explain his inability to form words as his hips stutter and Bo swallows every drop?

Jimmy loves when it’s his turn to make Bo speechless. Bo’s mouth moves, but nothing comes out. Their eyes meet and Jimmy licks pre-come from the head of Bo’s cock. Bo is familiar now and Jimmy never thought the smell and taste of another guy’s dick would turn him on and make him want to suck it. But Bo’s does and Jimmy gets it wet and sloppy and when Bo comes, it’s messy and perfect.

Jimmy dozes off; Bo’s sleepy body sprawled next to his. When they wake up, they’ll get something to eat and screw around again. Or maybe both at the same time. He snickers quietly to himself before falling asleep.




Pia was pretty in the ways only bratty little sisters can be. It used to be dark brown pigtails and skinned knees. Then a few years later it was that Goth crap. Nathan wasn’t around much for that, but he’s got his Ma’s exasperated phone calls and they paint quite the picture.

Pia with dyed black hair and pale make-up, Doc Martens on her feet and wild black outfits that don’t cover all they should. She’s sent home from school a few times before the school gets a donation for a new pool and the complaints stop. Nathan has no doubt some of his ‘donation’ went into the Headmaster’s pocket, but that was to be expected. As long as his sister isn’t kicked out, he doesn’t care.

Now at eighteen, Pia Petrelli is beautiful, her hair back to it’s natural dark brown and cut into some style that lets it float around her shoulders. Her make-up is subtle and her cocktail dress is stylish. She looks older and laughs with some gray-haired man that Nathan knows for a fact likes his mistresses dumb and young. He interrupts them and guides Pia into a dance. This is her graduation party, but she knows as well as he does that the main focus is for their parents to be seen and make contacts.

They move together like they were born to do it and Nathan remembers Pia standing on his feet as she helped him ‘practice’ his dance steps. When the dance is over they share a few minutes on the balcony. It’s hot out, but not humid.

Nathan stares at Pia for too long, before he brushes a thumb across her lips.
They don’t have the boundaries other siblings have but in public they pretend. Sometimes there’s an ache in Nathan’s chest and before he can call her, Pia shows up at his place and they watch movies, talk, and just curl around each other on the couch.

He has the vague idea that they should stop, but the one time he brought it up, Pia threw a coffee cup at his head and told him there was nothing wrong with them. The desperation in her eyes made him agree and later, she massaged his back in apology.

She smiles at him and pulls him close for a hug. “Thanks for the apartment. How’d you know I wanted my own place?”

Nathan laughs and tugs at a lock of her hair that refuses to stay out of her face. “I know you. Now let’s get back to the party. Tomorrow you can come over and try to convince me ‘Frankenstein’ is the best horror movie ever.”

Pia threads her arm through his and laughs. “It’s a date,” she teases before they go back in.




Sheila is thirteen years old and spends most of her time in the field behind her house. From the field, she can’t hear her dad screaming at her mom anymore. On a hot muggy morning, something falls out of the sky. She brushes dark blonde hair out of her face and squints. It looked like a body. She’s always been more curious than was good for her, and goes looking.

The man is pale and naked. She’s tempted to cover her eyes, but then the man coughs and makes a noise she’s only heard a hurt animal make.

She leans over and touches his shoulder. He turns over and Sheila’s first thought is he’d be cute if his face wasn’t so and she gasps and falls back on her ass. The skin and bones in his face are moving like something from an alien movie. She moves back even more, but something won’t let her leave him here. The field is full of old cars and door-less refrigerators. It gets cold at night and he looks harmless.

Calling herself all kinds of stupid, Sheila looks for something to drag him on. She comes up with a big piece of cardboard but when she brings it back, the man is gone. Before she can wonder, he appears again right where he’d landed. She makes a squeaking sound and drops the cardboard.

Sheila wants to tell someone, but her dad is asleep and her mom is at work. If she wakes up her dad to tell him about some invisible guy he’ll smack her for sure. Another groan and this time his eyes open. He looks at her, looks around. His voice is hoarse as he asks, “Nathan?”

“I don’t know who that is. You-um want some water?” She holds out a bottle and her hand shakes a little. He takes the bottles and sips.

“Where am I?”

“Lafayette, Mississippi. You fell out of the sky.”

He studies her. “You’re awfully calm about this. Did you call the police?”

Sheila shrugs. “My momma says nothing much scares me. Says I ain’t got a lot of sense.” She stops, embarrassed. Like he cares about her life. “Oh, no I didn’t call the police. I didn’t think they’d believe me.”

She turns as a voice calls out, “Peter!” A man is walking towards her. He’s looking at her, then back at the guy. Where’d he come from? She turns to the first man. He goes invisible again, before coming back with white gunk over his eyes. They clear and she asks, “You Peter?”

He nods weakly and takes another sip of water. The other guy comes up and kneels beside Peter. “You scared the crap out of me, Pete. Let’s get you home.”

The second guy looks at her again like he’s trying to see inside her head. “I’m Nathan.” He holds out his hand and smiles. Sheila giggles and shakes his hand. He’s handsome, like some movie star. He laughs at her laugh and picks Peter up. He studies her and she says before he can get it out. “I won’t tell.”

Peter grunts and says, “Thanks, Sheila.”

They fly off and Sheila watches until they’re specks in the sky. Back at her little hideout, made of crates and fridge doors, she pulls a notebook out of her backpack and opens it. Inside, written in purple, sparkly ink, is a list. Items one through four are checked off. She draws a line through the fifth item, ‘man falls out of sky.’