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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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quick note; GUYS. please be aware that if you posted a prompt in part six and it is now screened, i have posted them to the post already - so that you guys don't have to. thanks for being patient and making the fill-a-thon such a success!

sorry i didn't get much of delicious done; i lacked the internet over the break but rest assured i have absolutely nothing to do so will get it, hopefully.




IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

if you're in doubt, please message the mod or leave a comment in the discussion post.

♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
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♥ both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
♥ no pairing bashing, OK? no need to wank over ships.
♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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♥ on RPF: Please disclaim that it is RPF, a work of fiction and in no way related to the actual actors/persons/etc. (i wouldn't even try and discourage RPF from this meme ;))


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♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
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NEW: ♥ PLEASE comment with the first of your fill to the PROMPT and then all future updates as a comment to the FIRST PART of the fill. this makes it easier for both the WIP spreadhseet and for archiving stuff on delicious. it also helps people who are trying to catch up on updates and don't have to look through every fill on the prompt (should it have more than one). thank you.






have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)





fucking in this room must be nice.

fill: our bodies touch and the angels cry, 1/3

“Wardo, we don’t need this.”

“For crying out loud, Mark!” Eduardo rubs his temples and holds up the IKEA catalogue. “Look, I know we can do a lot better than IKEA, all right? I’m just trying to get a grasp of the colour scheme.”

“I can hire a professional for that.” Mark deadpans.

Eduardo smirks and drops the catalogue on the table, “Yeah. You could’ve hired a professional three years ago, and look at your house. It’s like your cleaning lady stays here more often than you do.” He sighs, the edge in his voice softened. “If we’re gonna live together, don’t you think our house should be mean more than what you paid for it?”

“I really don’t think any other change or addition to this house will be more important than you.” Mark looks Eduardo in the eye, and pauses. “That’s why I bought more kitchen appliances when you agreed to move in here.”

Eduardo doesn’t smile. For a Saturday, this feels like way too much work. He did Mark’s grocery shopping this afternoon when he got called away for a PR emergency, for fuck’s sake. And now he’s got to listen to Mark bitching about an IKEA catalogue he picked up on his way to the parking spot?

Not tonight.

“You know what, Mark?” Eduardo stands up, the legs of the chair screeches against the tiles. “I’m so fucking tired of this pointless shit. Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes. Bring that catalogue.”

“And why would I do that?”

Mark cocks his jaw, his eyes narrowed in contempt. It’s annoying and arousing at the same time. Eduardo takes a deep breath. His head is spinning with a ridiculous idea, and it’s making his hands tremble. “Just bring the damn catalogue.”


The bedroom door slams shut.

“I see why you take pride in your tie collection now,” says Mark, as dryly as can be. He’s lying on the bed, and Eduardo is hovering above him, tying his arms on the bedpost with matching blue ties, one stripe-patterned, one solid-coloured.

“Thank you. I try.” Eduardo tugs on the fabric to make sure the knots are secure, then rolls off to Mark’s side. “Are you good?”

Mark nods. “Yeah, whatever this is, just make it quick.” His toes curl a little. The movement is barely visible, but Eduardo notices anyhow. He smiles to himself at the knowledge of Mark’s nervousness, then leans back on the pillow and flips open the booklet. Eduardo swallows hard as he feels the heat of the excitement creeping down his pants.

“Oh, I like this one.” Eduardo murmurs, and casually rolls up Mark’s T-shirt, tucking it under his chin. His fingers dance teasingly over the pale skin, and Mark shudders with his jaws clenched. Eduardo holds back a triumphant smile, and props the catalogue up on his exposed chest, where the pages waver in close proximity to his nipples -- just enough for the desired discomfort.

“Look at the bedroom, Mark.”

Mark sucks in a deep breath and says nothing. Eduardo knows he can’t look away, with their hips pressed tightly against one another, with his voice lowered and his breath huffing down Mark’s neck.

“Dark beech is a really, really nice colour, don’t you think? It lends a very ‘cut the crap’ kind of feel to the design. Suits us quite well. I know how much you hate it when people sugarcoat their bullshit, because honestly, the bedroom is made for sleep and sex.” Eduardo shifts into a whisper, and plants light kisses along Mark’s jawline. “And I know how much you like to have my cock inside you.”

fill: our bodies touch and the angels cry, 2/3

Mark’s eyes are half-closed now, his chest rising and falling more desperately than before. They’re close enough that Eduardo can feel Mark’s eyelashes flutter against his skin.

So he continues, one hand firmly holding the booklet upright, the other tracing circles on Mark’s stomach and chest. “I want to fuck you on that dresser. Screw those plants, I’ll knock the pots over. I want to see you stripped down to the bone. Your skin is so pale, isn’t it? Must be a nice view against the dark beech dresser and the gunmental blue.” Eduardo laughs breathily, “I want you bent over on that nice, glossy wood, with my hands on your hips, and begging me to go faster. And I’ll grip your hips harder, hard enough to leave hand prints, hard enough to turn your skin pink. I’ll pull your hair to lift your head up so your screams and pleas will project onto the wall and beyond, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Loud enough so they’ll know how much you want it, how much you need it.

“And when you’re close, I’ll close my fingers around the base of your shaft, so you can’t come until I allow you. But you won’t see it coming -- it’s a surprise, of course. The shock of that stifled release will make you instinctively clench tighter around my cock, and fuck, you’re so wet and warm and inviting that I have to give my all. After that I’ll give you a couple of strokes and you’ll come with a choked off sob,your jizz dripping down the dark beech drawers, thick and messy against the slick and polished furniture. Oh, right, did I mention that we’re gonna be right beside the window, too?”

And that is the precise moment when Mark finally makes a noise. He is squirming under Eduardo’s touch now, his half-hard boner so painfully obvious under the grey sweatpants. His lips are shiny and red from the much tortured biting, and Eduardo can’t help but leans in to kiss him. But Mark refuses to let Eduardo’s tongue past his clenched teeth; really, that is all the protest he can afford to do right now.

“Fine.” Eduardo breaks off the kiss, trying hard to calm himself. “You can play your games all you want, but not in this room, not when you’re with me, Mark. Don’t make me pull the curtains open, because I’m gonna make you get on the floor and lick the dresser clean. It’s too nice to be ruined by your mess, isn’t it? I want your tongue pressed flat against the wood, all red and swollen from our long kisses. I want you on all fours, with your butt in the air and your knees parted, so I can see my come leaking out your hole and down your thighs. Won’t that be nice, Zuckerberg? Do you like being watched by me?”

“Shut the fuck up, Wardo,” Mark breathes, “I thought we agreed that we’d save barebacking for special occasions.”

Eduardo smirks and palms Mark through his sweatpants. “Is this not a special occasion? Your dick begs to differ.” Then he inches closer, and whispers in Mark’s ear, “I’m seriously offended that you’re still this coherent.”

“Shit,” Mark sucks in a sharp breath, and arches his hips into Eduardo’s hand despite himself. But Eduardo isn’t going to let him have it easy.

“Of course, we can do it on the bed too. You know what’s nice about this room? The mirror on the closet door reflects everything. You can see yourself perfectly clear when I fuck you with your legs wide open.” Eduardo nibbles on Mark’s earlobe with just a hint of teeth, and is satisfied to see Mark too weak to avoid him. “Or when you’re gripping the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles turn white. Or when I just leave you there, with a vibrator shoved deep in your ass and a ball gag in your mouth, and you can see yourself being wrecked senseless in that spotless glass? Must be very nice, Mark. Very nice indeed.”

“Wardo,” Mark’s pupils are dilated now. Words are coming out of his mouth in strained, unravelled syllables. “Wardo, please. I can’t --”

fill: our bodies touch and the angels cry, 3/3

“Oh no, Mark,” Eduardo cuts him off softly, yanking Mark’s boxers and sweatpants down in one swift move. The full erection jumps out effortlessly. “You can. You can take them in just fine, whatever shape or size. Because you like it and you want it, and we all know the great Zuckerberg will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And while you’re at it, I’ll just sit back in the black leather armchair with a whiskey on the rocks. Guess what the under-bed storage box is for? Nothing as boring as towels, certainly. Come on, it’s a no-brainer.”

Mark’s lips are parted, but nothings spoken. His skin is flushed, from neck to shoulder, and Eduardo can tell he is trying hard to keep his breathing under control. The effort is admirable enough that Eduardo feels appropriate to award him with a kiss. This time he meets no resistance, as Mark’s tongue wraps around him eagerly, his knees pulled up to rub against Eduardo’s hips.

Eduardo can feel himself getting hard, but he wills himself away from the desire to take off his jeans. The IKEA magazine is crumpled in his fist, the colours disfigured between his fingers. But he’s not gonna call it even just yet. “Well, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna put in them. An assortment of all the toys money can buy, because fuck it, they’re fun. Dildos, nipple clamps, anal beads, scented lube, leather restraint, role-play costume, to name a few. You can do whatever you want with them when I’m away in Singapore or Florida. I’d like for you to call me and let me know how good they feel, okay, Mark? Will you do that for me?”

To Eduardo’s pleasant surprise, Mark is actually half-nodding. For some reason it makes him want to laugh, the sight of them lying in bed, with amateur bondage and an IKEA catalogue as the unlikely sex gadget. But this is working better than he ever expected. Mark’s cock is leaking pre-come, and he has almost given up on containing himself.

But if Eduardo Saverin is anything, he is a man who finishes what he started.

“That leather chair in the corner is pretty nice. It works well with the pseudo-cow print carpet, doesn’t it? I can sit there while you’re on your knees, sucking me off. Wrap those lips around me nice and tight, you know which way I like your tongue. You get off when I fuck your mouth, don’t you? I’ll fist my hand in your hair, those goddamn curls --” Eduardo stiffens as the unbearable heat enlarges the bulge downstairs, “and I’ll pull you in and out, in and out. You’ll follow my pace this time, because you’re mine.”

“All right Wardo,” Mark raises his voice, frustrated and almost defeated. His eyes are glassy; he is so close. “You’re right, okay? I’m sorry.” He sucks in a deep breath, his voice quivering. “I shouldn’t have come down on you for the fucking catalogue. I’m yours. I always will be. Just touch me and --”

The sentence is cut off by a sudden choke. Eduardo has already licked his palm, and stroked Mark’s cock rough and quick. Half a second later Mark is coming, thick white strings landing on Eduardo’s fingers and his bare thighs. The relieved sigh that follows the panicked breaths practically makes Eduardo blanks out. By the time he gets himself together, Mark’s eyes have returned to their usual light. And there is a sticky mess in his underwear.

“You get off on it.” Mark looks away as Eduardo blushes. “It’s...nice, though.”

“Well,” Eduardo reaches up to untie him, not meeting Mark’s eyes either. “I think we both learned something new today.”

“Agreed.” As soon as his hands are free, Mark sits up on the bed and rubs his stiff shoulders. He grabs the battered catalogue by Eduardo’s side, rips out the page of the bedroom and wipes himself clean with it. Eduardo smiles, and gets off the bed to change.

“By the way,” he hears Mark’s voice behind him as soon as he opens the underwear drawer, “how about we do the kitchen page next week?”

Re: fill: our bodies touch and the angels cry, 3/3

This was hot. ;)

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ILU <3

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I can never read any IKEA catalogue without smiling.

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Yeah, well, I'll never read an Ikea catalogue in public again! ;) So hot. Thanks.

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Then he inches closer, and whispers in Mark’s ear, “I’m seriously offended that you’re still this coherent.”


THIS WAS SUPER HOT. I never expected that an Ikea catalog can be used this way. I have learned so many things from this meme.

I also love that Eduardo finds Mark's orneriness hot.

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I have a whole new respect for the power of Ikea....and for potty mouth Wardo. Damn. Hot, hot, hot.

Re: fill: our bodies touch and the angels cry, 3/3

well..that was hot..

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*flailing pile of spazz over here*