8 - upwards to infinity

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Welcome to our eighth prompt post.

As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:

1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real

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Guilty Mandelbell affair

[anonymous]

I’d love a fic in which Alastair likes being dominant in bed, but he can’t ask Fiona, and Peter knows that Reinaldo doesn’t want to hurt him, so they begin a guilty, secretive D/s affair, and somehow their respective partners find out, cue much angsty!Reinaldo and angry!Fiona.

(If having Peter’s RL partner is too squicky, it could be partnerless on his part)

Please?

Re: Guilty Mandelbell affair

[anonymous]

What a wonderful prompt :) So much love flowing your way, OP.

Re: Guilty Mandelbell affair

[anonymous]

Anon is curious... why is having Peter's real-life partner any squickier than having Alastair's real-life partner? Because Peter is more private?

Re: Guilty Mandelbell affair

[anonymous]

I'm not squicked by the idea at all, but if I had to venture a guess I'd say that it's both Peter's reluctance to talk about Reinaldo and Reinaldo's own efforts to stay out of the spotlight. Fiona is a public figure in her own right so she seems more like 'fair game'.

Fill 1/?

[anonymous]

Anon doesn't usually post until the fic's finished but I've exams on ATM and I'm not sure when that will be. In the meantime, have some pre-amble! Hope you enjoy :)It didn't take much courage to share his fantasies with Reinaldo. The young man was closer to Peter than almost anyone before him, and Peter was convinced - with his usual breezy self-confidence - that it would only take one word for Reinaldo to understand and fulfil

Fill 2/?

[anonymous]

Sometimes, Alastair still felt a bit like a wild animal in a suit. He'd trained himself to say the right things, to the extent that people started to talk about mellowing with age. Someone even once congratulated him on having gotten 'most of the crazy' out of his system early on - that wasn't possible, not for anyone, and Alastair was no exception. He'd just been civilised and, eventually, domesticated; that was all.

He still felt the same way, all the stupid animal things and instincts and anger at nothing in particular.

"Well?" There was Fiona, lying atop the duvet, one hand out to the side while twin rows of lace odorned her slender thighs and blonde hair obscured the straps of her new bra. She was smiling, but seemed a little bored. "Do you like them?"

Alastair nodded and carried on getting changed. "Yeah, I like them."

For a moment, Fiona seemed to be waiting for further comment. "Well?" she repeated at last. "Can you be a bit more specific

Fill 3a/?

[anonymous]

Another book fair had come to and end and Peter was sitting in his car, a troubled look on his face while his thumbs worked the keys of his Blackberry. Suddenly a sharp rap on the window jerked him back to his senses.

Outside in the carpark, a familiar face was grinning in at him, its owner having to bend almost double just to be level with the window. Surprised, Peter scrolled down the electric window. "Fancy meeting you here," he began smoothly.

Chuckling, Alastair lent on the roof of the car and replied, "You knew I was on the bill too, you twat. Can I come in? Its so bloody cold out here."

Willingly, Peter lifted a small stack of unsold books out of the passenger seat while Alastair moved round the car and let himself in. He was chewing and smiling as he warmed up his hands on the heated seat. "How's life? Still selling any of those?" He jerked a thumb towards the unwanted copies of The Third Man.

Peter gave a haughty nod. "Actually," he smirked, "they're doing very well. Better than yours."

"Oh, forget about Blair Years, did

Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

"Then control me," Peter suggested eagerly. "Dominate me. You've no idea how often I think about it -"

With a short moan, Alastair ordered, "Don't make this harder on both of us by playing a slut, please, Peter. If things were different then, believe me, I would gladly spank you, but they're not - and I can't - and - and I'm in love with Fiona -"

"A-and I'm I'm love with Reinaldo." Slowly, Peter drew back and crosssed his legs, one finger tapping awkwardly on the steering wheel. Neither of them dared to voice the question playing on both minds: but is love enough?

Re: Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

*bounces about madly*

The only thing better than seeing a prompt you wanted filled? The promise that it's just the start. And the only thing better than that? Having the beginning be so perfect that just the thought of where this is going sends most of your blood in a decidedly southward direction.

Re: Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

:) Why, thank you very much! I promise I'll update as much as I can ~

Re: Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

"I'd like to think that if there was something you wanted from me, you'd take it, Alastair, as ever. Or has she finally tamed you?"

Shivers I'm telling you, actual shivers of anticipation.

Re: Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

what a great start!
Good luck with your exams! they should come first of course but I'm looking forward to the rest of it!

Re: Fill 3b/?

[anonymous]

OP here and I'm so, so ridiculously happy with this! Fiona is a delight, and the squidgeness of Peter/Reinaldo is lovely lovely lovely and I can't wait for the rest, authoranon, I can't thank you enough.

Fill 4a/10

[anonymous]

Many delighted thanks to commenters, especially OP! :) Exams going well, thank you so much ~ This next part may get a tiny bit triggery.There it was: the Little Bag of Betrayal. Alastair wished he hadn't mentally dubbed it that, but the name was hard to forget

Fill 4b/10

[anonymous]

As the second pair of cuffs was clicked into place around Peter's ankles, he noticed something was still missing. When they'd talked in the car, furtively sharing their desires - that seemed so shameful when mentioned to each other - Alastair had talked about gags. About ballgags, in particular. About shoving one between Fiona's lips and strapping it around the back of her head - Peter had squirmed in discomfort at the time, with a woman he knew and liked being talked about as if she were nothing but a plaything

Fill 4c/10

[anonymous]

"Christ," gasped Peter, folding with his chin on his chest now that he was free to move his head. Alastair's come was matting his silky fringe; it streamed down his pointed nose and blackened lips. "I can't... I need to. Let me come."

"No. I think not." Alastair slid the blindfold from Peter's face and tittered at the sight of him, flushed and desperate. "You will come, but not 'till you beg a little prettier. What's the magic word?"

"Please!" spluttered Peter, trying to pull his head away and finding it caught firm in Alastair's hand. The taller man smirked down at him. "Please... sir... I'm begging you now. I can't touch myself like this. Will you please let me come?"

"Why didn't you just say so?" Alastair crouched down next to Peter and ran a finger from one end to the other of the bar between his legs. There was lust in his eyes as he lent towards Peter's comestained face. "Of course I'll let you come. You paper-thin little whore. Where's your pride? My cock wasn't enough for you, was it?"

"Please," Peter repeated, his voice