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Title: Hands to Yourself
Author: AngiePen
Fandom: Celebrity RPS
Pairing: David/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Request: "Viggo, Sean Bean, David Wenham, Harry Sinclair, Karl Urban either together or in any combination. ... NC-17 fic or hard R fic that is heavy on the kink. BDSMy kink is especially good. I'm also fine with non-BDSMy fics that are heavy on the passion and sensuality. No schmoop. No men who act like teenaged girls."
Summary: Karl keeps touching David, getting him to blush (and other things) in public. It's pretty clear Karl's being deliberately annoying, over and over. David knows why, and gives Karl the response he was silently asking for.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: Written for savageseraph for the 2008 slashababy fest.



Karl keeps touching David.

Not that David minds in principle, but there are times and places where a hard-on is inconvenient, to say nothing of embarassing. When David flushes it's from his hairline on down, and that unfortunately familiar burn in his face just gives him another reason to feel ashamed, compounding the problem.

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Title: Crawling Toward the Light
Author: AngiePen
Original story: Manipulation by v_angelique
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban, Karl Urban/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After what Sean did, David is a shaking wreck. He needs Karl but Karl's out playing avenging hero instead of taking care of his boyfriend, so David has to work through it all on his own.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: Written for the 2007 lotrips_remix Fest. Unfortunately I couldn't quite manage a perfectly stand-alone story. This'll have a lot more impact if you've read Victoria Angelique's original first.



"Karl!"

David's voice was lost in the angry stomping and slamming and then Karl was gone and the house was empty.

Emptier than usual because David himself felt hollow inside, as though there were less of him and he took up less space in the universe -- weighed less, mattered less, was less. Just a hollow skin of a man in an empty house filled only with the echoes of furious shouting and needy pleading.

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