A Double Portion of Spirit ; Army Games

[ereini0n.livejournal.com]

My Table

Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle 
Title: A Double Portion of Spirit
Author: Asymphototropic
Prompt: 35: Threesome
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Now, I don't do...eh....read threesomes, but this is awesome! Bodie and Murphy come to visit Ray in a haunted safehouse. If you limit yourself to (read) one threesome in a lifetime, this should be it.

"Observing the house, an't I?"

"Eh?"

"And why for that?"

"Reckon Cowley thought it'd be useful."

"Come along. Spill it all."

"Useful how? Whose house are you observing?"

"Erm, Cowley's I imagine. Or CI5's if you will."

"This? Not a safehouse, is it?"

"Ahem. Guess that's the problem.

"Er, what which?"

"S'not. Safe."

Bodie enunciated, slowly and distinctly. "Raymond Doyle. In what manner is the manor unsafe?"

Ray blushed and stammered. "S'got ghosts."

Link to the story: A Double Portion of Spirit

________________________________________________

Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle 
Title: Army Games
Author: Sebastian
Prompt: 25: Kink 
Rating: NC-17
Length: Short
Brief summary: Three magic words - Sleeping Bag Sex. Bodie & Doyle doing a survival course, exercising both during the day and at night... 

Bodie was startled awake, eyes flying open - he'd been just about to tumble over the edge into beautiful sleep. "What now, for godsake - "

"Wish you'd do something else for me," Doyle's whisper very close, a hint of wistful mischief in it.

"What?" Bodie was instantly suspicious: Doyle's voice had that mournful, wanton-urchin tone to it he always used when he was after something. Bet he wants a bloody drink, Bodie decided; and if he's expecting me to drag myself up, pick my way through all those bloody bags in pitch darkness and go to the outside tap, well, he's got another think coming, that's all. No way. Doyle could do his own fetching and carrying; he had Bodie on enough of a string as it was, not good for him...

"All right, all right, I'll go," he heard himself hiss.

Doyle gave a throaty little chuckle, prevented Bodie's intended drawing away. "Don't want you goin' anywhere, mate - no, for this I need you right 'ere - "

"What the hell are you on about?" demanded Bodie, but almost inaudibly. He could hear hefty snores from either side of them and had not the slightest desire to wake anyone up, probably be debagged or worse; he and Doyle weren't exactly popular as it was.

Doyle sighed again, and pressed himself very close. "How would you feel about lovin' me to sleep?"

Link to the story: Army Games