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Category:
-Misc TV Shows › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,264
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A to Z - Prologue – The Game Master
Fandom: multi – CSI, Xmen, Angel/BtVS, Harry Potter
Chars: Remy Le Beau, Scott Summers, Warren Worthington, Logan, Gil Grissom, Greg Sanders, Nick, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Angel, Xander Harris, Spike, & Oz
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Marvel, Jk Rowling, the makers of CSI and the god that is Joss Whedon. I promise to give them back in one piece.
A/N: Cross over of doom… on crack or something. The Game Master & his pet are a secret for now. //denotes online communication//
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Prologue – The Game Master
“26 letters in the alphabet. A different kink a day, that’s 26 days and 26 different kinks, pet.”
The young man looked up at his Master with a small smile on his face. The other man hadn’t turned to look at him as he continued to type on his laptop.
“A different pair for each.” He grinned wickedly.
“Master?” The young slave requested to ask something.
“What is it, boy?” His tone was characteristically sharp, but not unkind.
“Some of them live quite far apart, Master.”
He waved a hand with an amused dismissal and a smirk that was almost a sneer if you weren’t familiar with his mannerisms. “They’ll work it out. Or you could help them.” He reached down and ruffled the floppy brunette hair.
The youth beamed excitedly at the idea, his eyes lit up looking more green, “yeah? Could I?”
A genuine smile crossed the British man’s face, “yes, my little half breed angel, you can.”
They worked for an hour on the list, a couple of the letters gave them more trouble than others. It wasn’t as easy as they’d first thought it would be, several of the ‘fun’ activities shared the same initial letter so it took a bit of effort to work out which was preferred.
The young man rubbed his cheek gently against his Master’s thigh, this was how Saturdays should be; happily curled up at his Master’s feet, his hand absently playing with his hair as he worked away on his laptop. He was glad the old man had finally given in to new technology and bought one, it had provided them with so much fun since they had.
The clicking of keys finally stopped. “There, message written. Game rules have been explained and we shall see.”
“What are the rules, Master?” The young man had let his eyes close as his fingers played with the hem of the other man’s clothes.
He looked down at his boy with a sneer. “Well, pet. They are only few, I will post the letter and the kink, along with the pairing to… ‘perform’ it. They then have 24 hours to fulfil the challenge. I do think you’re going to be busy, pet.”
His slave smiled lazily, “I can hardly wait, will we watch?”
There was a snort from above him, “Of course, boy, don’t be stupid.”
“How many are there in the group now, Master?”
“Thirteen. Do you think that will be… unlucky?” The dark-haired older man smirked.
“You already got lucky didn’t you when you snared those two young guys?”
There was another snort and the youth knew it was amusement not derision. He was adept at differentiating seemingly similar sounds and facial expressions. It helped that his owner was hardly ever derisive of him. His fingers came up to play with the simple white leather collar that circled his neck.
******
“Hey, I’ve got mail.” Harry called.
“I didn’t see an owl.” Hermione glanced up from reading the latest issue of the quibbler.
Harry rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his unruly hair before clicking to open the email. “Not that kind of mail, silly.”
“Oh, who’s it from?” She tucked her hair behind her ear and abandoned the magazine as she crossed to peer at the screen.
“That group I told you I joined.” He replied as his eyes skimmed the email.
“Oh, the gay one?”
Harry chuckled. “It’s more than that, I told you.”
“Well yeah, I know, but…” Hermione blushed at the memory of that conversation. “What does it say?”
Her friend had a broad grin on his face and she was fairly sure that was an entirely bad sign.
“The group moderator is starting a game. The A to Z of kink.” He reread the email. “I wish I knew who this guy is, he’s totally wicked. I’ve never met any of the others on the group, but he’s going to pair us up and assign us a letter.”
“You’re not really going to do it are you?” She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Harry James Potter, you are not that stupid, are you?”
He flicked his gaze at her. “I’m 18 ‘Mione, I’ll do what I want. Besides, I really need to get laid, it’s been ages.”
“It could be dangerous.” She protested, not moving from her ‘I know best’ stance.
Harry started laughing. “Are you forgetting that I killed Voldermort? ‘Mione, I’m the most powerful wizard in the world, do you seriously think anything could happen that I won’t be able to deal with?”
She huffed and flounced back to her spot on the sofa. She knew he was right, but still, she wasn’t sure she could condone such blatant deviant behaviour.
He rolled his eyes again and hit ‘reply’.
//RE: The Game - Snake Charmer18 is in.//
He could hardly wait, he was already that excited. Harry knew that the other members were spread across the world but that didn’t matter to him, he could apparate or use a port key to get just about anywhere. Since he’d discovered an interest in kink in his final year at Hogwarts, he’d ventured out to several clubs in London, it had been an eye opener but he had yet to find out exactly what he liked or where his niche lay. He didn’t even know if he was dominant or submissive really. He knew all the theory and he’d had a few experiences but he knew he had a lot to learn still. He wondered if the moderator, or Game Master as he figured he should now call him, would choose the roles too.
******
It had been a slow night and Gil was in his office pretending to do paperwork when his computer announced that he had mail. He clicked it open, eager for the distraction and read silently. A slow, wicked, smile spread across his lips, making his blue eyes twinkle. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was a good game.
He clicked on the reply button. He typed a short message back
//Callophrys fotis accepts the challenge of your game.//
Grissom pulled his glasses off and chewed thoughtfully on the arm as he looked off into space through the window of his office. He had never really thought much about the other members of the group in terms of what they looked like, but he knew a couple of them were scientifically minded like him. He found himself wondering about physical attributes now, and whom he might be paired with.
******
Remy snuck into the library unseen and sat down at one of the computers. He flicked it on and went to the site of his favourite online group – Gay BDSM Heros. There were new messages. He clicked open the first one that was from the group moderator, he read and with a chuckle moved on to see what the replies said. Two of the others had already said they were interested in playing this new game. It was a step up from anything the mod had challenged them to in the past but it sure sounded tempting. He clicked to reply.
//Demon Dancer is intrigued and can most definitely be relied upon to give his all to your challenge. He hopes that everyone will get involved, as they say, the more the merrier. //
He logged out of the group and wiped the history, temp files and cookies as was routine to him now. He knew he wasn’t the only one in the mansion who had visited that site for the simple reason that he was obsessive about cleaning up his tracks after himself and he’d once found the site in the history on one of the computers. He’d speculated about whom it might be and had taken to watching his teammates more carefully. There had yet to be any clue though and he was still working more on his own fantasy than on any facts.
The auburn-haired Cajun had often been surprised that there weren’t more members of the group and he’d once said as much in a message to the moderator. The response had been that he was extremely selective of who was approved. That had made him feel incredibly amused.
******
He had to admit that when he’d picked his email address he’d been a little at a loss, and that was how he’d ended up as dark kitten. Xander Harris cursed Drusilla every time he logged on for that. He just wasn’t particularly kittenish. He was more of a pup than a kitty. He sifted through the work related emails looking for something more interesting. He usually checked his mail at least 3 times a day, but today they’d all gotten caught up in a research party. Apocalypses came and went, but some things never changed.
The brunette’s scanning eyes caught the email from the group he frequented and he grinned before he even opened it. He’d felt so isolated since they moved to Britain and resurrected the Watcher’s council. He was not cut out for responsibility and suits and he missed the clubs that he used to visit in Sunnyhell. He missed his relationship with Spike, the one he could trust to never hurt him in a bad way, who he could give himself over to totally and not feel embarrassed or ashamed. Submission had been a big part of his secret life outside of being a Scoobie; actually maybe it was part of inside of it. He missed Spike.
Thinking of his fallen ex made him a little sad and he had to consciously bring himself back up and focused on reading the email. The game sounded like just what he needed. He fired off a quick //Count the dark kitten in.// And dug into the rest of his emails feeling much happier.
******
It had only been a few hours since he’d posted the challenge to the group members and he was pleasantly surprised that almost all of the members had responded and said yes. An almost sinister smirk on his face as he used one pale, slender hand to push a lock of his lank black hair back off his face.
He’d left his boy curled up on their bed asleep after giving him a thorough work out. He was trying to decide whether he should pick the names himself or put them in a hat to draw out each day. He smirked at that thought, knowing that it would throw up some nice surprises, and he could always manipulate things a little to ensure he got to see the ones he wanted to.
Tomorrow the game would start and he was anticipating some hot action.
Chars: Remy Le Beau, Scott Summers, Warren Worthington, Logan, Gil Grissom, Greg Sanders, Nick, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Angel, Xander Harris, Spike, & Oz
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Marvel, Jk Rowling, the makers of CSI and the god that is Joss Whedon. I promise to give them back in one piece.
A/N: Cross over of doom… on crack or something. The Game Master & his pet are a secret for now. //denotes online communication//
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Prologue – The Game Master
“26 letters in the alphabet. A different kink a day, that’s 26 days and 26 different kinks, pet.”
The young man looked up at his Master with a small smile on his face. The other man hadn’t turned to look at him as he continued to type on his laptop.
“A different pair for each.” He grinned wickedly.
“Master?” The young slave requested to ask something.
“What is it, boy?” His tone was characteristically sharp, but not unkind.
“Some of them live quite far apart, Master.”
He waved a hand with an amused dismissal and a smirk that was almost a sneer if you weren’t familiar with his mannerisms. “They’ll work it out. Or you could help them.” He reached down and ruffled the floppy brunette hair.
The youth beamed excitedly at the idea, his eyes lit up looking more green, “yeah? Could I?”
A genuine smile crossed the British man’s face, “yes, my little half breed angel, you can.”
They worked for an hour on the list, a couple of the letters gave them more trouble than others. It wasn’t as easy as they’d first thought it would be, several of the ‘fun’ activities shared the same initial letter so it took a bit of effort to work out which was preferred.
The young man rubbed his cheek gently against his Master’s thigh, this was how Saturdays should be; happily curled up at his Master’s feet, his hand absently playing with his hair as he worked away on his laptop. He was glad the old man had finally given in to new technology and bought one, it had provided them with so much fun since they had.
The clicking of keys finally stopped. “There, message written. Game rules have been explained and we shall see.”
“What are the rules, Master?” The young man had let his eyes close as his fingers played with the hem of the other man’s clothes.
He looked down at his boy with a sneer. “Well, pet. They are only few, I will post the letter and the kink, along with the pairing to… ‘perform’ it. They then have 24 hours to fulfil the challenge. I do think you’re going to be busy, pet.”
His slave smiled lazily, “I can hardly wait, will we watch?”
There was a snort from above him, “Of course, boy, don’t be stupid.”
“How many are there in the group now, Master?”
“Thirteen. Do you think that will be… unlucky?” The dark-haired older man smirked.
“You already got lucky didn’t you when you snared those two young guys?”
There was another snort and the youth knew it was amusement not derision. He was adept at differentiating seemingly similar sounds and facial expressions. It helped that his owner was hardly ever derisive of him. His fingers came up to play with the simple white leather collar that circled his neck.
******
“Hey, I’ve got mail.” Harry called.
“I didn’t see an owl.” Hermione glanced up from reading the latest issue of the quibbler.
Harry rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his unruly hair before clicking to open the email. “Not that kind of mail, silly.”
“Oh, who’s it from?” She tucked her hair behind her ear and abandoned the magazine as she crossed to peer at the screen.
“That group I told you I joined.” He replied as his eyes skimmed the email.
“Oh, the gay one?”
Harry chuckled. “It’s more than that, I told you.”
“Well yeah, I know, but…” Hermione blushed at the memory of that conversation. “What does it say?”
Her friend had a broad grin on his face and she was fairly sure that was an entirely bad sign.
“The group moderator is starting a game. The A to Z of kink.” He reread the email. “I wish I knew who this guy is, he’s totally wicked. I’ve never met any of the others on the group, but he’s going to pair us up and assign us a letter.”
“You’re not really going to do it are you?” She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Harry James Potter, you are not that stupid, are you?”
He flicked his gaze at her. “I’m 18 ‘Mione, I’ll do what I want. Besides, I really need to get laid, it’s been ages.”
“It could be dangerous.” She protested, not moving from her ‘I know best’ stance.
Harry started laughing. “Are you forgetting that I killed Voldermort? ‘Mione, I’m the most powerful wizard in the world, do you seriously think anything could happen that I won’t be able to deal with?”
She huffed and flounced back to her spot on the sofa. She knew he was right, but still, she wasn’t sure she could condone such blatant deviant behaviour.
He rolled his eyes again and hit ‘reply’.
//RE: The Game - Snake Charmer18 is in.//
He could hardly wait, he was already that excited. Harry knew that the other members were spread across the world but that didn’t matter to him, he could apparate or use a port key to get just about anywhere. Since he’d discovered an interest in kink in his final year at Hogwarts, he’d ventured out to several clubs in London, it had been an eye opener but he had yet to find out exactly what he liked or where his niche lay. He didn’t even know if he was dominant or submissive really. He knew all the theory and he’d had a few experiences but he knew he had a lot to learn still. He wondered if the moderator, or Game Master as he figured he should now call him, would choose the roles too.
******
It had been a slow night and Gil was in his office pretending to do paperwork when his computer announced that he had mail. He clicked it open, eager for the distraction and read silently. A slow, wicked, smile spread across his lips, making his blue eyes twinkle. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was a good game.
He clicked on the reply button. He typed a short message back
//Callophrys fotis accepts the challenge of your game.//
Grissom pulled his glasses off and chewed thoughtfully on the arm as he looked off into space through the window of his office. He had never really thought much about the other members of the group in terms of what they looked like, but he knew a couple of them were scientifically minded like him. He found himself wondering about physical attributes now, and whom he might be paired with.
******
Remy snuck into the library unseen and sat down at one of the computers. He flicked it on and went to the site of his favourite online group – Gay BDSM Heros. There were new messages. He clicked open the first one that was from the group moderator, he read and with a chuckle moved on to see what the replies said. Two of the others had already said they were interested in playing this new game. It was a step up from anything the mod had challenged them to in the past but it sure sounded tempting. He clicked to reply.
//Demon Dancer is intrigued and can most definitely be relied upon to give his all to your challenge. He hopes that everyone will get involved, as they say, the more the merrier. //
He logged out of the group and wiped the history, temp files and cookies as was routine to him now. He knew he wasn’t the only one in the mansion who had visited that site for the simple reason that he was obsessive about cleaning up his tracks after himself and he’d once found the site in the history on one of the computers. He’d speculated about whom it might be and had taken to watching his teammates more carefully. There had yet to be any clue though and he was still working more on his own fantasy than on any facts.
The auburn-haired Cajun had often been surprised that there weren’t more members of the group and he’d once said as much in a message to the moderator. The response had been that he was extremely selective of who was approved. That had made him feel incredibly amused.
******
He had to admit that when he’d picked his email address he’d been a little at a loss, and that was how he’d ended up as dark kitten. Xander Harris cursed Drusilla every time he logged on for that. He just wasn’t particularly kittenish. He was more of a pup than a kitty. He sifted through the work related emails looking for something more interesting. He usually checked his mail at least 3 times a day, but today they’d all gotten caught up in a research party. Apocalypses came and went, but some things never changed.
The brunette’s scanning eyes caught the email from the group he frequented and he grinned before he even opened it. He’d felt so isolated since they moved to Britain and resurrected the Watcher’s council. He was not cut out for responsibility and suits and he missed the clubs that he used to visit in Sunnyhell. He missed his relationship with Spike, the one he could trust to never hurt him in a bad way, who he could give himself over to totally and not feel embarrassed or ashamed. Submission had been a big part of his secret life outside of being a Scoobie; actually maybe it was part of inside of it. He missed Spike.
Thinking of his fallen ex made him a little sad and he had to consciously bring himself back up and focused on reading the email. The game sounded like just what he needed. He fired off a quick //Count the dark kitten in.// And dug into the rest of his emails feeling much happier.
******
It had only been a few hours since he’d posted the challenge to the group members and he was pleasantly surprised that almost all of the members had responded and said yes. An almost sinister smirk on his face as he used one pale, slender hand to push a lock of his lank black hair back off his face.
He’d left his boy curled up on their bed asleep after giving him a thorough work out. He was trying to decide whether he should pick the names himself or put them in a hat to draw out each day. He smirked at that thought, knowing that it would throw up some nice surprises, and he could always manipulate things a little to ensure he got to see the ones he wanted to.
Tomorrow the game would start and he was anticipating some hot action.