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Round Five by five, baby!

Round Five: Open!
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Read this first. Do it. There will be a test.

The Rules. Including the Posting Guidelines. aka:

In the first line of your fill*, you must include:

1) Character(s)/Pairing(s)/Threesome(s)/Moresome(s) as applicable.
2) Any kinks included. Please take this to include scenarios, themes, etc. Use your imagination.
3) MANDATORY WARNINGS/CONTENT NOTES if there is dubcon or noncon, underage characters in sexual situations, major character death, suicide, self-harm, and/or graphic descriptions or extensive discussions of abuse.
Please consider trigger warnings for any other widespread triggers in your fill, such as natural disasters, or specifying instances of harm, such as eating disorders.
Please don't conflate warnings and kinks; treat each individually, and use your pairings to indicate gen/het/slash/multi/&c. Do not warn for het, slash, or otherwise.

EXAMPLE:
Characters & Pairings: Mentions of Harry Dresden/John Marcone, but entirely nonsexual gen in this fic. Harry Dresden, John Marcone, Ebenezar McCoy, Thomas Raith, Justine, Listens to Wind, Mister, Mouse.
Kinks: kidfic, second childhood, age regression, family bonding, fish out of water, situational:age change, involuntary transformation
Content notes: no mandatory notes. Mentions of a previous sexual relationship between two adults, one of whom is now a child, but absolutely no sexual contact or content while said character is a kid. Veg*n trigger warning for death of an animal.

*THIS IS REQUIRED FOR ALL FILLS. MINIFILLS, ART FILLS, WHATEVER ELSE INCLUDED.


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NEW FOR ROUND FIVE: After you have posted your fill, please go to the fill tracking post and comment there to say so, including a link back to your fill. You don't have to do this, but no guarantees it will be caught otherwise.

Thank you.


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Open prompt is here: http://dresden-kink.dreamwidth.org/3344.html?thread=3032848#cmt3032848

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Edit 5-14-15 So 3+ years later, the only comments this post is getting are spam comments. I've changed the settings to screen all comments to discourage that. If you leave a legit comment, I will unscreen it. Thanks, all. I had a great time.

Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
This is it, the last chapter! I didn't end up having a bondage kink after all, so I'll clean that up when/if I edit it and post it on A)3.

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This was the way we did it:

Carefully.

Thomas had walked into my bedroom, given the bed there one look, and went away shaking his head. I don’t know how he had enough money to do it, or maybe he used a few White Court connections (it wouldn’t surprise me to know that there’s whole businesses built on just constructing luxury beds and sex toys for the House of Raith), but we ended up with a huge bed shaped like a wooden shell, practically overlapping the walls of my bedroom.

Thomas got the sheets for it, too, soft and luxurious and bright as sin against Justine’s skin and hair when we eased her into it. Thomas made sure that his hands stayed on her clothed arms only, biting his lip whenever he had to turn her in a certain direction.

Justine looked up at him, and laughed for the first time since everything went down. Then she sat up and shifted herself so that she lay against the pillows. When she tilted her head back and started unbuttoning her blouse, well, I knew Thomas wasn’t the only one practically sitting up and drooling.

“I don’t always need your help,” she said, and flung the shirt into the corner, followed by her bra. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a woman take off a bra so fast, so intent on getting to the main event. I was all for her doing it all the time, though, por encouragey les autors or whatever the phrase is.

Justine’s breasts were pale, plump, and perfect. I was kneeling down in front of her before I thought about it, and I glanced once at her for permission, but she was already nodding, so I bent down and kissed the left one.

Justine sighed, and her fingers grabbed my hair and held me so tightly I thought it might make me pass out. Not that there would have been anything wrong with that, passing out in a puddle of bliss, but Justine pulled me away and whispered, “We have to make sure that this works, remember?”

“Was there someone else here?” I said to the air, because sometimes I can be an asshole like that, and turned around to give my brother a shit-eating grin.

My very, very naked brother.

His skin glowed more than Justine’s did, his hair hanging around his shoulders as though she’d just finished running her fingers through it, too, and his hands, slender and strong and confident, reached out for me. I went with it, shivering as they touched me, skittering up my sides, and then drifting under my shirt and finding my ribs. I was shivering for a different reason as Thomas bent down and kissed me.

Pleasure flashed through my mouth, and then through my back, where Justine’s hands had come to rest, less than an inch away from Thomas’s.

Together, they undressed me, though at one point there was a problem with my boots that made me surface from the haze to laugh. But we got those off, and the jeans, and the underwear (it was Batman this time), and the rest of Justine’s clothes, which I found out were still there when I reached back and tried to slide a hand between her legs.

And then…

Then, we were careful. That’s all.

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Justine lay down on her back in the middle of the bed. I had worried about lying on top of her because of her injuries and told her we could do this some other way if she wanted, but she gave me a calm smile that I swear was luminous somehow, as if she was the vampire, and said, “This is what I want.”

So I was on top of her, and Thomas was behind me, shifting around and grunting like an impatient bull. At least I had found one thing that didn’t make him seem graceful and elegant, I thought smugly.

Then I felt his hands on my hips, and the way that his slick fingers slipped into me, and I decided that I was wrong. My head lolled to the side and my eyes shut without permission. Thomas’s free hand smoothed up and down my hip, and he chuckled into my ear.

“Thomas.”

That was Justine. I opened my eyes and found that she was gazing up at me—no, beyond me, at him. And his chuckle cut off, and although I didn’t look over my shoulder because I couldn’t quite bear to, at the moment, I was sure he was gazing back at her, too, heartsick and lovesick.

I coughed and rose up toward Thomas’s fingers, angling myself gently between Justine’s legs at the same time. “We’re here,” I said, a stupid thing to say, but it made them pay attention to what was happening right now, and that was the important thing.

Thomas paused, and then his fingers sank back into me and twisted. I was still gasping from the impact of that when Justine gave me another of those surprisingly sweet smiles and murmured, “Yes, we are,” and reached down to ease me into her.

That had an impact, too, in the same way a meteorite striking earth would. I clung to her, gasping, and remembered to reach a hand down to try and make it good for her too. Justine’s eyes were closed, her head tilted back as she moved on me, her hands clutching my arms so tightly that I knew I would have bruises in the morning.

Thomas shifted above me, and thrust into me, and his hands settled on my arms right above Justine’s.

Sensation flared to life inside me, around me, where Thomas’s warm and shining skin brushed my back, where Justine’s breasts brushed my chest. I bent my head down to kiss her, and Justine let her eyes flutter open and smiled at me. I kissed her for a long time as I thrust, carefully, but more let myself be guided and directed by them both, doing what they wanted to do.

Then I turned around and kissed Thomas, trying as hard as I could to give him the taste of Justine, and of her smile.

Thomas went utterly still above me, which made me more aware of how hot and hard he was inside me, how large. I caught my breath, and my body shivered, and Thomas laid a hand along the side of my jaw and kissed me, so slowly and so deeply that I understood the message had been delivered.

And more than that. Thomas wanted to show me that it was more than that, that the messenger had been accepted, too.

So after that, I hung between them and let them move me, in such a slow dance that it made all those ballroom steps I’d learned seem like tangos. Justine let her hands roam my chest, touching my nipples and making me let out a shout of surprise. She giggled, and Thomas snorted into my ear, his hands equally restless on my back. I knew it wasn’t a coincidence that they were both drawing essentially the same patterns.

Thomas breathed into my ear, and the hair stood up there. Justine did the same thing near my mouth, and I could feel their breath brushing past each other, the nearest to a kiss they could come.

Come. Oh, I shouldn’t have thought the word. I twitched inside Justine, and she smiled and caught me up, riding me faster now, letting me thrust when I had to.

“You’re fine,” she whispered, and just when I thought I was probably going to cry, she turned her head to the side and kissed the scarred ruin of my left hand.

And I knew I was crying when I came, and when Justine shuddered in my embrace and arched her head into the pillow and squeezed me hard inside and out, and when Thomas dug his fingers into my shoulders and raked down and roared into my ear.

As we collapsed like a slow-motion fall into the pillows, Justine reached up and let her fingers linger on my shoulder blades. Thomas’s could have brushed hers if he moved them, but he didn’t. He lingered there instead, staring, and I turned my head to the side to give them the privacy they deserved.

It didn’t actually last long. Thomas coaxed me back and into a kiss that went rumbling through me like another orgasm, and Justine laughed when I whispered dirty things in her ear and parted her legs so I could put my mouth to good use. Thomas leaned down to watch me while I did it, and his hair cast its shadow over Justine’s thighs. Justine trembled as if she could come from that alone.

I closed my eyes and made it as good as I could for her, while Thomas reached down and stroked me with one hand and himself with another, and although I wasn’t a super-strong sex vampire or an incredibly sexy woman and couldn’t come a second time in one night, it felt as if I were with them when they did, feeling the tremors play through them and around them.

With them. Not simply in between them.

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That wasn’t the end. But it was a beginning, and a damn good one.

We might never get back to exactly what we’d been before. But we could rise. And we were going to.

You can’t keep a good woman, wizard, or vampire down.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
So beautiful, and bittersweet, and hopeful all at the same time. Thank you for sharing this -- it was utterly lovely.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. I'm really glad you liked it.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-31 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
OP anon here. This. Was. Beautiful. This fill has surpassed all expectations, and I especially loved how Thomas was all like, we need a sexy times bed, stat! It's good Harry has some people to take care of him now. Thank you.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Hee! That part was directly from your prompt; I just couldn't let the idea go.

Harry probably won't think of it as someone taking care of him, so much as him taking care of someone else...but that's probably why it works for him.

Thank you for prompting, and for commenting.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-01-31 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I just read through all five parts, and...wow. Just...

I don't know how to put into words what I felt about this, other than it was extremely well-written and pretty hot.

Also, can I steal that line from part three? The question isn't guts, Harry, I thought, draping my hand across my eyes. It's how much crazy you have. Because that is one of the best lines from any Dresden fanfic I've ever read, and it's just so perfectly Harry.

Re: Fill: We Are All Phoenixes, 5/5

(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! Good to know it was pretty hot; this is the first time I've written a m/f/m threesome and the first time I've written Justine at all.

Feel free to steal away!