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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply
  Category:
      Gen, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV), The_Faculty_(1998), NCIS
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Isaac_Lahey/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Isaac_Lahey, Isaac
      Lahey/Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey/Stiles_Stilinski, Casey_Connor/Zeke
      Tyler, Jimmy_Palmer/Breena_Slater, implied_Anthony_DiNozzo/Timothy_McGee,
      Timothy_McGee/Abby_Sciuto
  Character:
      Ducky_Mallard, Jethro_Gibbs, Ziva_David, Admiral_McGee, Anthony_DiNozzo
      Sr., Tobias_Fornell, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Derek_Hale, Zeke
      Tyler, Casey_Connor, Jimmy_Palmer, Breena_Slater, Timothy_McGee, Abby
      Sciuto, Anthony_DiNozzo, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Drama, Crime, Romance, Family, Bromance, Friendship, Prompt_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-25 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 3412
****** Smutlets and Flufflets ******
by Naemi
Summary
     Dirty, naughty, sweet, romantic, bromantic . . . A little bit of
     everything.
Notes

     Various quickies for my f-list. Part is 5-10 sentences quickies, part
     prompting for flash fic.
     ~ ~ ~
     Beta'd by the wonderful Moit, who also made sure that all characters
     were returned unharmed.
     [Feedback is love.]
***** Priority I [Teen Wolf: Derek/Isaac/Stiles] *****
Chapter Summary
     Isaac winces, forces himself to focus, but it's so good, Stiles feels
     so good.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature, with goodwill
     Warnings: Underage, First Time
     Based on Moit's prompt Isaac/Stiles/Derek. Stiles' first time, and
     Isaac is a little more rough than he means to be. Yes, Derek was an
     afterthought. Sue me.
 
Stiles growls, and Isaac growls right back, intimidating, just because he
cannot quite control his wolf right now.
“Human! Okay?”
Isaac winces, forces himself to focus, but it's so good, Stiles feels so good,
smells like summer and raindrops and life. He doesn't mean to hurt him, yet he
can hardly think straight with his senses so intoxicated; he wants it, sue him.
They have an agreement, and Stiles knew it could get a little rough.
“Isaac!” A low snarl, coming from his alpha, impossible to ignore, the more so
since Derek tilts his head back hard to make sure he gets his full attention.
“We said 'take his virginity,' not 'fuck him sore,' and if you can't manage to
control yourself, then you're out of the game, got that?”
Stiles starts to snicker, can't help it, because it's all really kind of
ridiculous (yet undeniably hot, which makes it even worse). “You think you'd be
a sweet loverboy?”
“At least I'm not a hormone-driven teenager,” Derek replies, but his lips curl
into a grin, and he hurries to rub it into Isaac's neck before anyone can see
it.
***** The Cop And Prime Suspect AU I [The Faculty: Casey, Zeke] *****
Chapter Summary
     He focuses on his fake fingernails as if nothing in the world is of
     more importance.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature
     Based on Prisca1960's prompt Casey / Zeke. Zeke is a detective and
     Casey is the main suspect in his newest case.
 
“For the last time, Connor,” Detective Tyler growls, underlining the severity
of the situation by banging his fist on the table. It's late, he's exhausted,
and his prime suspect has just stared up at him from underneath layers and
layers of tarty make up for the last hour. “I want to know!”
Connor dignifies it with no more than a snort. He focuses on his fake
fingernails as if nothing in the world is of more importance. As if he's not
accused of double homicide.
He can't be that stupid. Tyler senses the fear that's covered up with
ignorance, and not for the first time he wonders what the man is hiding. Other
than two bodies in his basement.
“We have all night, you know,” he says as casually as he can manage. “Time is
on my side.”
“You think?” Connor asks, speaking for the first time since he was brought into
interrogation, and his voice is so low that it's hard to catch at all.
Tyler frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Time is on his side. You're wasting yours with the wrong person. And that's
all I'm gonna say, Detective.”
“Come on, man. Talk to me. Fucking talk to me!”
But Connor won't, not during that night, nor ever. He's not keen on going to
jail for something he didn't do, but he's not keen on getting his throat
slashed for chatting, either.
***** The Sweetest Whisper [NCIS: Jimmy/Breena] *****
Chapter Summary
     His name is a whisper on her lips.
Chapter Notes
     Spoilers: 10.24
     Rating: General Audiences
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
There is nothing more exciting than having a baby, but somehow Breena thinks
Jimmy is overreacting just a bit. She watched him pace the floor for hours,
honest to God, watched him take his glasses off randomly, just to put them back
on the next moment, and it starts to annoy the hell out of her. After all, she
is just as anxious for the call.
She rises from the couch, blocks his way, and for a moment, they just stare at
each other. His heartbeat under her touch is unsteady. His name is a whisper on
her lips.
Jimmy sinks into Breena's arms, melts into her kiss, and all of a sudden, the
world is back on track again.
Chapter End Notes
     Based on lil_1337's prompt Jimmy/Breena - Adoption Day nerves.
***** Home [The Faculty: Casey/Zeke] *****
Chapter Summary
     It is official: twenty-two days of separation are exactly twenty-two
     days too many.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature
     Based on Aliensouldream's prompt Casey/Zeke, hot reunited smut after
     long separation.
 
It is official: twenty-two days of separation are exactly twenty-two days too
many. It's in their eyes as they meet, a passion that consumes them both. How
they make it back home from the airport will remain a mystery, but they do make
it, if barely so. The door falls shut behind them, and they're all over each
other in the very same moment, roaming hands, fiery lips, breathless moans.
Casey morphs into a mixture of soft giggles and anticipating fingertips,
wanting it so badly he thinks he must die if Zeke doesn't fuck him here and
now. His head bangs against the door, and he laughs and squirms a little, but
Zeke pins him to the spot, fumbles his jeans open; can't wait to feel you,
baby!
It's a little rough, a little hasty. It's bliss, and it's home, and it's two
hearts beating as one.
***** Because Of That [NCIS: Ducky, Team] *****
Chapter Summary
     He raises his glass by the end of dinner, proposing a toast to “youth
     and love.”
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
     Roughly based on lil_1337's prompt Ducky - I was quite the Don Juan
     in my youth.
 
It could be the wine, or maybe it's just the feeling of safety. The whole team
is together, and it's a lot like family, a lot like home. So if Tim and Abby
snuggle up a little more than friendship allows, it's okay. And when Tony and
Ziva are all bright smiles and not-so-casual touches, then it's okay, too.
Ducky watches, and he cannot help but smile. He raises his glass by the end of
dinner, proposing a toast to “youth and love,” which earns him giggles that are
a little too embarrassed, drawing blushes on otherwise innocent faces, and he
wouldn't have the appropriate words to describe how utterly happy it makes him
if someone asked. As he catches Gibbs' questioning expression, he only shrugs,
smiles, and opens his mouth, knowing that what will come out is unexpected.
“You know,” he says, “I was quite the Don Juan in my youth, believe it or not.
Ah, the things I could tell—” and it's then that Abby leans in to kiss him on
the cheek, and Tony's patting him on the back, and there's no need for a story.
They're together, they're family, and whatever happened behind closed doors—or
in times long past—will stay there, stored away safely.
***** Claim [Teen Wolf: Derek/Isaac] *****
Chapter Summary
     “Derek,” he breathes, reaches for him, but fists the comforter
     instead.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Explicit
     Warnings: Underage, First Time. If you look closely, there's Dub-Con.
     Based on BabyDracky's prompt Derek/Isaac - Isaac is his obedient
     self. First time.
 
He is nervous, and he's still a little embarrassed, although that feeling
admittedly faded a bit after sucking cock and coming to think he might even
like it. It wasn't Isaac's choice, though, which makes it hard for him to let
go, complicates, well, everything.
“Derek,” he breathes, reaches for him, but fists the comforter instead. It
hurts. A lot. Just when Isaac wants to howl it out, Derek stills.
“You okay, puppy?” he asks, and Isaac nods, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, the pain
mixing with utter excitement about being claimed, fully, thoroughly claimed by
his alpha for the very first time.
***** Regret [NCIS: Gibbs, Fornell] *****
Chapter Summary
     “Well, what did you expect, Tobias?”
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
     Based on lil_1337's prompt Gibbs/Fornell (bromance) - Our ex-wife.
 
It's one of those rare occasions when Fornell pays him a visit at home. They
stand together in sawdust and silence, and somehow it is funny enough for Gibbs
to crack a smile.
“Well, what did you expect, Tobias?” he asks as if they had a lengthy
conversation instead of just stares and a drink. “No one is good enough for the
devil.”
Fornell shrugs, regret flickering in his eyes, along with something that might
be sass. “It's just so sad,” he says slowly. “She is one bendy bitch.”
Gibbs' laughter is throaty and genuine as he re-fills their glasses.
***** A Piece Of Heaven [The Faculty: Casey/Zeke] *****
Chapter Summary
     They make love as the rain outside turns into a soft drizzle.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature
     Based on Mews1945's prompt: I'd like a Casey/Zeke of course. In bed,
     on a rainy Sunday morning.
 
There are about half a dozen ways Casey can think of to spend a Sunday morning,
but for some weird reason he has not considered this. The point is that he
doesn't have any time to consider anything, actually, since he wakes up to
sweet kisses along his spine and gentle fingertips ghosting up his thigh. At
first, he wants to resist, and he shifts away, giving a low, sleepy murmur.
Zeke follows, snickers against his shoulder, whispers into his ear; it's cute,
it's a little obscene, it makes Casey blush, and he gives in.
They make love as the rain outside turns into a soft drizzle. They make love as
the sun chases away the clouds. And later that day, after the post-sex
drowsiness and hour-long cuddle, after an afternoon breakfast and a shared
shower, they make love again. It's a tiny piece of heaven, meaning the whole
world to them.
***** Comfort [Teen Wolf: Isaac/Scott] *****
Chapter Summary
     He stares at Scott like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to
     find a single word to say.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
     Based on BabyDracky's prompt Isaac/Scott - Isaac asking some comfort
     from Scott because his Alpha just couldn't give it to him.
 
It is weird to find himself in Scott's arms, yet there's is so much comfort in
his hug that Isaac doesn't question his own motives anymore. He nuzzles his
face against the side of Scott's neck, inhales the scent, and something deep
inside him calms, as if waking up from a nightmare to realize the monsters are
gone. It is soothing, reassuring. Isaac can't tell why, but he presses his lips
against the soft skin, kisses his way up to Scott's jaw—and flinches away at
the low moan that leaves his own mouth.
He stares at Scott like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to find a
single word to say.
“I'm not Derek.” Scott's eyes darken as he speaks.
Isaac swallows hard. “You . . . you're what I need, though.”
“Then do it right.”
***** The Corporate Bigwig and IT Guy AU [NCIS: Tim, Tony] *****
Chapter Summary
     Tim's heart pounds against his ribcage, he pales, swallows hard, but
     he doesn't crumble.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
     Based on lil_1337's prompt (exactly what the title says).
 
Despite being constantly barked at by this suit-guy, Tim keeps his cool. He's
got a job to do, and he will do it. Period. Thus, he smiles and nods all the
time (“Yes, Mister DiNozzo. Sure, Mister DiNozzo. I can do that for you, Mister
DiNozzo,”) although his wish to vomit grows by the minute. But he's still on a
probationary period, and Abby was so proud that he scored such a good job right
out of university that he cannot bring himself to man up against the bullying,
not if he wants to avoid facing his girlfriend's disappointment on top of
risking unemployment.
It goes well for a week.
On his second Tuesday, though, Tim cannot bite it back any longer.
DiNozzo rushes in, Armani suit, sunglasses, shark grin, and Tim feels the anger
heating his neck the very moment the man opens his mouth to say, “McProbster, I
need you to do me a favor, and ASAP.”
Tim frowns, looks up, and before he even knows he's going to reply at all, he
spits out, “Draw a number, Sir. I'm not your personal slave. Actually, I got
real work to do.”
There's a heavy silence. Tim's heart pounds against his ribcage, he pales,
swallows hard, but he doesn't crumble.
“I see,” DiNozzo drawls, his grin growing even wider. “People get fired for
less disrespect, you know?”
“I assume people also get fired for playing games on their workstation.”
“I like the way you think, McGee. You can make it far, boy.”
Tim blinks after DiNozzo as he leaves, unsure whether he made himself a friend
or an enemy.
***** Hot [The Faculty: Casey/Zeke] *****
Chapter Summary
     Zeke growls low in his throat, sucks on Casey's nipple, but it
     doesn't help. Of course not.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature
     Based on claudia603's prompt Casey/Zeke old school, sex in the school
     parking lot! ;D
 
It's hot in the GTO, the air is a little stale despite the open window, and
Casey can't help but complain, although he's quite distracted with the hands
all over him.
Zeke growls low in his throat, sucks on Casey's nipple, but it doesn't help. Of
course not. He sighs, propping up on one elbow.
“What the hell is wrong?”
“I'm glued to the seat.”
Wordless, Zeke crawls backward, fumbles for the handle, and climbs out of the
car. He drags Casey out into the dimly lit parking lot and over to the lawn in
front of the school.
“Better place?”
“Better place,” Casey agrees, pulling Zeke down with him.
***** Senior Meets The Admiral AU [NCIS: Senior, Admiral; implied Tim/Tony;
Ziva, Gibbs] *****
Chapter Summary
     It's a lot like dancing, only that the Admiral never dances.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
     Based on lil_1337's prompt Tony's dad meets McGee's father at NCIS.
 
It's a lot like dancing, only that the Admiral never dances, weddings excluded,
and Senior—well, he may do it a little too often. The metaphor doesn’t fit
well, anyway, for the two men don't even move. They just stare. Senior smirks.
The Admiral doesn't. The air in the bullpen has cooled to freezing, and still
it is thick, heavy with absolute disdain.
Tim exits the elevator first, catches the scene, and he stops so abruptly that
the rest of the team bumps into each other.
“What the—” Tony starts to complain, but Tim's elbow to his ribs cuts him off.
All eyes dart towards their desks, following Tim's nod. The group watches in
speechless surprise as Senior shifts his interest to Tony's Mighty Mouse
stapler, and the Admiral clears his throat.
To Tim, it feels like a nightmare, one of those where you won't stop falling,
only that this one's gonna end with an actual crash.
“I do not believe having your fathers meet at the office was a good idea.”
“Ha, ha, Zee-vah,” Tony growls and flinches at Gibbs' headslap that—hits her.
Despite the awkwardness of it all, he can't help a chuckle. “Well. That isn't
as planned, but . . . let's get cracking, I guess.”
Tim scowls. “I hate my life.”
***** Enough [Teen Wolf: Isaac/Stiles] *****
Chapter Summary
     It starts with awkward silence, for although there's so much empathy
     in Isaac's heart that it hurts, he's just not really good with words.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature, to be on the safe side
     Based on BabyDracky's prompt Isaac/Stiles - Isaac is the one to
     comfort Stiles after the death of his childhood friend. He is trying
     to make his first kiss memory not so painful.
 
Why they got themselves into it is sort of unclear, but maybe it doesn't
matter. Stiles is shaken, and Isaac happens to be around; the rest is
unimportant.
It starts with awkward silence, for although there's so much empathy in Isaac's
heart that it hurts, he's just not really good with words, and he's especially
not really good with handling Stiles. Therefore, he does the one thing he knows
to work: give physical comfort. It's only a shy hug, but surprisingly, Stiles
relaxes into his touch, and Isaac pulls him closer, relying on his pack-
experience with hugging and fondling and kissing and—whoa, he’s kissing me
back? Isaac hears a heart pounding like it’s ready to explode, realizing only
then that it's his own.
Stiles' grin is lopsided, yet fairly encouraging, and Isaac lets himself be
pulled down until they lie on the couch, hands entwined, a mess of slow rocking
hips and lazy kisses. Nothing more. More than enough.
***** A Night To Remember [The Faculty: Casey/Zeke] *****
Chapter Summary
     Being an insomniac and driving around town is one thing, but being
     insomniac and driving over to Casey's place is entirely different.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
     Based on Prisca1960's prompt Casey / Zeke. Zeke is caught off guard
     during a hot summer night.
 
Being an insomniac and driving around town is one thing, but being insomniac
and driving over to Casey's place is entirely different, and probably very,
very stupid, even though the boy is, in fact, awake, as Zeke can tell by the
light shining through the curtains.
Throwing stones at Casey's window in the middle of the night is one thing, but
throwing stones at Casey's window in the middle of the night and asking him to
go for a ride is entirely different, and probably very, very stupid, even
though the boy doesn't hesitate for a single second.
Taking Casey up to “Lovers' Peak” is probably the best idea Zeke had in years,
although it wasn't a very conscious decision; he just wanted to go somewhere,
and the view down on Herrington is terrific. Zeke stops the engine and moves to
leave the car, but Casey grabs his shirt, pulls him back, pulls him into a kiss
that's really more of a messy attempt than a proper one, but enough to send
butterflies up Zeke's spine.
They end up making out for hours, and as surprised Zeke is, he simply follows
Casey's firm, demanding lead. What started out as just another boring night
becomes a perfect night to remember. One of many to follow.
***** Dare [NCIS: Tim/Abby] *****
Chapter Summary
     Afterwards, Tim realizes how stupid it was to think sex in a coffin
     is creepy.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature
     Based on lil_1337's prompt McGee/Abby - This isn't as creepy as I
     thought it would be.
 
“So, um,” Tim starts, but somehow he really doesn't know how to put in words
what bothers him, definitely not with Abby taking off her shirt, fuck, and
pressing against him, fuck, and he can't even tell when he got so hard it
hurts. She shoves him backwards, seals his lips with a hot kiss, and he lets
her maneuver him towards what he now knows is not a sofa bed. Tim stumbles,
almost falls, making her laugh.
“Freaked out yet?” she asks, mischief so clear in her eyes that it tempts him
to say yes, just to amuse her. Instead, he walks his fingertips up her thigh.
“Not at all,” he drawls, purposely, because he knows how much it turns her on
when his voice is so low.
Afterwards, when his head is spinning, heart still pounding, Tim realizes how
stupid it was to think sex in a coffin is creepy. He should have been much more
concerned about What She Makes Me Do.
But even that will be really cool once he gets over the initial shock.
***** The Cop And Prime Suspect AU II [The Faculty: Casey, Zeke] *****
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Mature
     After Part I, Prisca1960 asked, How could Casey get into this mess?
     And what will Zeke do to help him? So I thought this needs a little
     extension.
 
When Detective Tyler receives the letter, the memory returns suddenly and
something fierce, almost like a punch to the stomach. Despite the many years
that lie between the last look into Connor's eyes and his accurately written
words, he's never quite been through with that case: too many loose ends, too
many questions left unanswered.
He doesn't hesitate to follow the convict's request to see him. Talk to him,
most especially. The urge to finally find out what really happened has never
been stronger than now.
The room is cold and grey as Connor appears calm and self-assured. The years in
jail clearly have left their marks; his once fragile yet handsome features
received the hard edge of someone constantly fighting for survival—and who has
learned how to win. He greets Tyler with a smirk playing about his lips and a
subtle nod.
“You've come,” he says, quite obviously unsurprised.
“You promised answers.”
Again, Connor nods, and Tyler sits down across the table from him.
“I knew you'd never let go. You're like a bulldog, aren't you?”
“Only less massive.”
“Yet with just as much passion to bite.”
Tyler can't help a smirk of his own. “You want me to bite someone for you,
then?”
“Would you?”
Before Tyler can answer, Connor waves his hand, dismissing the question. “You
can bite as much as you like, but first I need to be out of the
way—thoroughly.”
“What do you want?”
“Witness Protection. Possibly also immunity.”
“Why now?”
Connor cocks his head to the side. “He's doing it again. He's also cleaning out
his closet in the process. And I'm not really keen on ending up in a trash
container.”
Tyler nods infinitesimally. “Tell me everything.”
What he gets to hear is beyond his wildest imaginations. It's more than enough
to get Connor's ass out of jail and into Witness Protection only an hour into
his story.
The operation is huge, the prosecuting attorney's office doubles over with the
workload, and no less than four high-ranked mafia men fall prey in the process,
each of them twice the scumbag as his predecessor. In the end, it will have
been one of the most successful strikes against organized crime.
When Tyler and Connor meet for what they know is the last time in their lives,
they're both vibrating with grim satisfaction. Sharing a few drinks on Tyler's
front porch, they watch the sun go down and the moon go up, not talking at all
until Connor rises to say goodbye.
Tyler watches him leave, for once capable of recognizing the long-gone teenager
whose wide-eyed innocence had been taken away so violently, destroyed so
thoroughly that not a shred of himself was left.
Connor turns around as he reaches the street, subtly cocking his head to the
side, flashing a genuine smile.
Tyler nods.
Connor walks away.
Where he just stood, fifteen years of shame and fear collapse onto the
pavement, the ghost of the past finally exorcised.
***** Priority II [Teen Wolf: Isaac/Stiles/Derek] *****
Chapter Summary
     Now, they lie together in darkness and silence, a mess of limbs and
     exhaustion, and Derek sits in a chair, watching over them.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
     Moit wanted an extension to her ficlet as well, so I gave her some
     post-sex angsty fluff.
 
Isaac nuzzles his face against the side of Stiles' neck, mumbling something
about raindrops, and falls asleep before anyone has a chance to ask.
Stiles keeps talking for a while, soft whispers so that he won't wake Isaac,
but his lids grow heavy soon, and he dozes off as well.
Now, they lie together in darkness and silence, a mess of limbs and exhaustion,
and Derek sits in a chair, watching over them. His wolf wants to run, liberate
himself from the confusion and complicated emotions that befell him tonight,
but he sits still, afraid to miss one single moment of the sleeping beauty in
front of him.
Come morning, he hopes things will go back to normal, although he knows it's
not naturally the way situations like that tend to resolve. Sex complicates
everything. Especially in a pack, even though, technically, Stiles isn't a
member. But Isaac sure is, and although nothing much happened between him and
Derek, except for a few touches and one or the other hungry kiss, it's enough
to shake the foundation. After all, Derek's watched Isaac having sex. Which
really shouldn't have happened.
Stiles gives a low whimper at the loss of body contact as Isaac suddenly shifts
away.
“Derek?” His voice, although a whisper, cuts sharply into the nightly silence.
For a moment, Isaac's eyes glow wolfishly, then he's fully awake, or maybe he
just looks down; Derek can't tell.
“Go back to sleep,” he says, wanting to avoid any sort of conversation. With
Isaac, one never knows. He has a tendency to confront when you least expect it.
However, confrontation does not seem to be on his mind right now, and Derek is
appropriately grateful to see him cuddle Stiles again.
After a few minutes, though, when Derek thinks his beta is long asleep once
more, his voice startles him.
“You should be here with us.”
“I am.”
Isaac leaves it at that, knows better than to insist, but Stiles groans in his
sleep, as if he's heard them and wants to make his disapproval known.
Derek smiles at the thought. “Maybe next time,” he adds—such a foolish promise
to make, and there will be no next time, cannot, may not be—but Isaac gives a
subtle nod.
“Maybe one day.”
“Maybe.”
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