| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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Aliens Made Them Do It [1/?]
And he certainly wasn't going to forgive them, either.
For their part, Rylan and Jackson were doing just what he'd told them, sitting down in opposite corners of the room and very purposefully avoiding the mistake of looking at each other--or, God forbid, him--while Avery kept working at the door, kept battering the hinges and the doorknob and even the bulk of the metal itself, but nothing seemed to be working. The damn thing didn't want to budge.
Finally, he had to pause to catch his breath, and he forced back down yet another wave of panic that threatened to quickly plunge him into hysteria if left unchecked, because how the fuck had he managed to get himself involved in this? They shouldn't have taken this case in the first place; he shouldn't have listened to Rylan and Jackson's arguments in its favor, because what the fuck did Jackson know about this? (And it couldn't have been more clear that Rylan was only going along with what her precious boyfriend wanted.) The idea of people being abducted by aliens was ludicrous, and while it certainly seemed now that Jackson had been right that there was a real case here beneath the bullshit--though Avery wasn't about to admit it, nor would he ever--they should have just walked away when they had the chance.
But no. They'd felt the inexplicable need to investigate the fucking aliens, and so here they were now, locked in a seemingly inescapable metal room while what was perhaps the world's most suspicious chemical flooded in through the vents. Avery was going to kill Jackson for this, on the off chance that they actually made it out alive.
And there wasn't any mistaking exactly how suspicious this whole thing was. The room was filling up, the air growing more contaminated as each moment passed, and the most disconcerting bit of it wasn't just that it was happening but that it had clearly been designed to frighten them before it did anything else, to poison their last few clear-minded minutes with the terror of anticipation--as if Avery needed to be any more afraid of that than he already was. If he was right about what that gas would do, he might actually have just preferred to die.
"Avery," Jackson's impatient voice cut through his frenzied thoughts as he paused to rest against the cool metal slab, "we'd stand a better chance of actually getting out of here if you'd let us help."
"Stay," Avery repeated, his voice tight and loud with barely restrained fury, "there. I don't want either one of you anywhere near me."
Rylan's eyes were wide as she looked back at him, and he wasn't sure if it was because she didn't know what he was so scared of--or because she did. "Then move away from the door so one of us can try," she argued. "You're tired, and you're not going to get through that door on sheer determination. Let Jackson try."
Avery swore under his breath. "Rylan, we are not supposed to get out of here. No one else has; they're not going to let us out of here until after... until after they're done with us."
Jackson gave him the most skeptical look he'd seen yet, and Avery's nerves were already so on edge that it nearly set him off even before the other man spoke. His muscles twitched, anxious and overwhelmed, and he closed his eyes, counting down from ten as Jackson began. "What exactly do you think they're going to do to us? They're not going to kill us; people know we're here. They'd have their whole... whatever this is exposed."
"What the fuck do you think?" he hissed, glaring at the other man. Christ, he was sick of him. Why couldn't this bastard do what all of Rylan's other boyfriends had done and keeping their fucking noses out of his job? Why couldn't Rylan hurry up and ditch this guy? "They're going to do to us exactly what they did to everyone else."