Drabble Challenge - "Hunting"

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Good morning everybody! I'm back with news from Bodie if you're still interested. And you better be after pestering me like that last night. *Looks apologetically at byslantedlight* Hope it's ok without prompts but there's a conspiracy going out there! At least I used my prompt with the first drabble *looks at no one in particular who's prompt was "ivy"* So without further ado:

Title: Hunting
Author: schnuffi
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Schnuffi
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the lads, I just play with them now and then. And they never complained so far *G*
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - Sequel to "Lost" and "Alive"

Hunting

Bodie leaned against the car for a moment to steady himself and calm his frantic heartbeat. Whoever had gotten at Doyle must have come from behind or he wouldn’t have had a chance. Bloody Doyle – why didn’t he wait for him. He gave the roof of the car a vicious punch, cursing his partner under his breath. Then he slowly turned around until he faced a narrow side lane right across the street. He could feel Doyle’s presence like a beacon in the night. Without further thought he grabbed his gun and followed the steady pull. The hunt had begun.

There, satisfied now?

Drabble Challenge - Treetops

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Title: The World In My Hands
Author: Veronica
Genre: Slash
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: These are not my characters.

"You were late, Doyle."

"I was right on time, mate. You're living proof of that."

That's when Bodie realized that Doyle wasn't looking at him, that the hands dismantling the scope from the high-powered rifle were trembling.

"Ray?"

"Wind shifted," Ray muttered, eyes on his task. "Blew the leaves into my eyes."

Bodie glanced across the field, to the shivering treetops that had served as a sniper's nest. "The shot was clean."

"The shot was lucky."

Bodie took the scope from Ray's hands and set it aside.

"Let's go home."

Green eyes dimmed to a haunted grey, Ray nodded.

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Author: Kiwisue (KWS for archiving, please)
Title: Tied
Genre: Slash
Pros Lib/Cırcuit Archive: Please
Disclaimer: Not mine


Doyle wanted to handcuff Foley, but Bodie stopped him.

"He'll be out of those in seconds. Seen his show."

Bodie tripped Foley to the floor. Using one of Foley's own ropes he hitched a length around his wrists, working the remainder with dazzling virtuosity, loop intersecting loop, over, through, around. With another, he suspended Foley by ankles and toes from a bolt in the wall.

Doyle watched, fascinated.

"Where'd you learn those knots?"

"Hojojutsu. Japanese rope work." Grinning. "Teach you, if you're interested."

Doyle managed to slip a single slick white cotton coil into his pocket on the way out.

Drabble Challenge "Extraction"

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Profound. Contemplative. Thought-provoking. All terms that can with no accuracy whatsoever be applied to my second entry into the magnificent April Drabble challenge.

Title: Extraction
Author: bistokids
Slash or Gen: Slash. Kinda.
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Bistokids
Disclaimer: The usual.
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge. Why, is anyone's guess.


“Yeowch! Bloody hell, Bodie, that stings!”

“Hold still. Got to pull it out somehow. Can’t stay in there forever.”

“Yeah well, try being a bit more gentle. Ease it out, bit at a time.”

“That’s no use. Just hurts more if you take your time over it. Good swift tug’s the best way. Brace yourself, sunshine.”

“FUCK! Should have known better than to let you anywhere near my arse in the bloody first place.”

“Well, that’ll teach you to think first next time.”

“What d’you mean, think first?”

“Confucius he say, leaping over fences leads to splinters in nasty places.”

Drabble Challenge - Being Home

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Still not the ‘ivy’ prompt, and some people seem to think I’m cheating by not using it. *not looking anywhere in particular, but you know who you are*

Well, I asked for the prompt yesterday and then turned the computer off because I was getting nagged *rolls eyes*. A couple of bunnies bit me and I managed to write them down, so I posted later. And then I went to work. *sigh*

 

So, do you want this smut or not? *g* It’s a sequel to ‘Coming Home’ but you don’t need to read that unless you’re bored, because this is where the action is *g*

 

 

 

 

Being Home

 

Murmuring filthy words of seduction and intent, Bodie steers Doyle into their bedroom, abandoning clothes along the way. Preparation takes no time with skilled fingers and a sense of urgency, and Doyle slides into Bodie, adjusting angle and pressure until he’s fully sheathed.

 

Doyle drives his hips forwards, thrusting in and pulling out, taking up a rhythm that he knows will suit them both. They knew it wouldn’t take long, but still the speed and ferocity of their climaxes take them by surprise.

 

Doyle gets his breath back and opens his eyes. Bodie smiles back at him.

 

“Welcome home, mate.”

 

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Drabble Challenge - "Close"

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Ok, I gave in *rubs hurting ribs from all the prodding*. Here is another one! *Throws it to the mob and runs*

Title: Close
Author: schnuffi
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Schnuffi
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the lads, I just play with them now and then. And they never complained so far *G*
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - Sequel to "Lost", "Alive" and "Hunting"

Close

He opened his eyes upon the sound of footsteps. A flashlight came on and he could make out a dim shadow behind the light. And the glint of steel.

“Ah, the sleeping beauty has awakened,” rasped a hoarse voice.

He didn’t recognize the speaker but he knew he was in trouble. His eyes had adjusted enough to make out the gun pointed at his head.

“You should have stayed away. Now I have to get rid of you,” the voice came again.

He heard the gun being cocked and closed his eyes. This time Bodie couldn’t save him. Too late.

Drabble Challenge - "Conclusion"

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Sheesh, never thought you peeps could be such a pest. As I want some peace and quiet again I did finish the drabble series I so innocently started last night. Stop sniggering! All of you! So here is the last part and I mean last part. After that there's not much left to say really. The splatter part is your own fault - you asked for a conclusion so go live with it!

Title: Conclusion
Author: schnuffi
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Schnuffi
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the lads, I just play with them now and then. And they never complained so far *G*
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - Final to "Lost", "Alive", "Hunting" and "Close"

Conclusion

He heard the roar of the gun and jerked. Something wet splattered his face and he blinked. Bright daylight was streaming through an open door farther down the hall. Framed by the doorway was a familiar figure with a face like a thundercloud. He looked down. The body wasn’t far from his feet and half its head was missing. Approaching footsteps and then strong hands grasped his face. Doyle relaxed and slumped heavily against his partner.

“What kept you?” he mumbled against the broad chest.

“You forgot to spread bread crumbs,” came the dry reply as Bodie held him close.

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You know what the best part about all this is? I had the complete series finished since last night, just waiting to be fed to you in bits and pieces *WG*

Um... I think I have some important things left to do. Far away from LJ and my laptop... Cheerio! *turns and runs*

Drabble Challenge -- Rowboat

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Title: Don’t Rock the Boat.
Author: Drayce
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Erm… yes?
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Draycevixen
Disclaimer: Seriously, if the lads were mine, would I be drabbling?
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - my prompt was 'Rowboat.'

Don't Rock the Boat

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Drabble Challenge - Perfect Life

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Title: Perfect Life
Author: Ankaree
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge

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Bodie woke with a start. The weight of an arm draped across his chest stopped him from sitting up. He didn't have to look. He knew to whom the arm belonged.

Ray.

Bloody hell, what have we done?

Yesterday. Bad OP.

Later. Too much scotch. A need to confirm they were okay.

Shared kisses. Two bodies falling into bed.

As panic began to set in, the body against him snuggled closer, that arm tightened possessively, a gentle kiss, his name whispered lovingly, and suddenly Bodie's fears vanished.

This was how they should be.

Together in all things.

Life was perfect.

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This is the first Pros story I've written, so I'm a little nervous posting. Hope you enjoyed it.

Drabble Challenge - Ulrike

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Ulrike
Smiles on faces, teeth flashing white in the shadows of the basement, and laughter. The men circled her, eyes mocking, taunting, promising pain and humiliation and blood. Oh, they would hurt her, and they would take joy in it, and she would end up broken. This she knew.

She snarled at them with her eyes, kept her mouth shut.

They would lock her up, cage her, let the salt tang of defeat work its way through her veins, let it bring the others around her, fresh meat. Wounded.

Alone.

They left the room together, and she thrashed. Promised. Hated.

Alone.

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Drabble Challenge - Deaf in the Afternoon

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Deaf in the Afternoon
Doyle's ears rang. They hurt with the ringing, they screamed in unison with the ringing, until his head pounded counterpoint and his heart thrummed nearly and his nerves stretched to their limits. Too much noise, in the un-sound that was all he could hear, and…

Except… one word, over the madness of it all.

It was a whisper of a word. A caress of a word. It was hands on his face, it was closing his eyes, it was giving up the cacophony of how for the glory of why. It was lips against his temples, cool and soothing.

Missed.


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Drabble Challenge - Falling

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Falling

 

Doyle pulls the trigger and hears a dull click.

 

Stoppage.

 

He throws himself to one side, but already knows he’s too late. The bullet slams into his shoulder, pushing him over the edge of the rooftop.

 

Flailing his good arm, hand clutching at thin air, he’s desperate for purchase on something, anything. A flash of green passes by and his fingers curl around something cool, something strong. Something alive.

 

Just like Bodie, he thinks, clutching the ivy and steadying himself against the brickwork, willing the pain in his shoulder to go away.

 

Saving me when I thought I was lost.

 

 

~+~+~

 

Sorry about the sickly-sweet ending, guys. I was going to put on a warning, but decided not to. *eg*

 

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Drabble Challenge: "A Rubber"

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Title:  A Rubber
Author:  JoJo
Slash or Gen:  Slash
Circuit/ProsLib: yes please
Disclaimer:  I'm working on it






Entertain your American cousin, George Cowley told them.

After six weeks of close cooperation with Washington, Doyle was fast friends with agent Berkowitz, while Bodie only admitted grudging respect for his suit.

“What do you think, then?” Doyle asked over three pints of bitter. “A kickabout down the rec?”

Man from CIA took one sip before leaning away from Bodie and in to Doyle.

“If you like,” he said, “I have a rubber.”

Bodie managed to smile even as his pint went down the wrong way.

“No, you’re alright,” Doyle whispered kindly.  “I’m not going to be making any mistakes.”