Working on it!

OH I'M TOTALLY ON THIS.

Rage!tops = my new favorite term.

I second this!

Don't we already have that fic? Several times over?

I second this hard core! There should totally be cross-dressing in it too... just saying. ;P

UGH UGH UGH who sings that song I can't find it D:

Can I second this, and ask for bonus points in the form of Ples getting his wrists bound with his tie?

First ever fic, don't bust my balls

Hanna climbed the steps to the apartment, Hanna laughing and talking quietly while Cornelius smiles and nods. It had been a fun and tiring night for the two of them, now that they both had a crowd of friends. Hanna of course had somehow talked Conrad into begrudgingly hosting a small get together, just to watch movies and talk. Connie bitched all night that they were being too loud or too messy or this or that, but he had hint of a grin by the time Hanna and Kirk had left. They come inside and shut the door. Hanna flops onto the worn couch still chattering happily while Stewart goes to the kitchen to make ramen noodles for dinner. Brett realizes that Hanna has stopped talking and turns to check on him just has the bottom half of his vision is crowded with red curls. Fredrick looks down at the smiling man in his arms and notices that virile glint in Hanna’s eyes.

“Don’t worry about dinner, Grant.” Hanna says, still smiling. “Can we… y’know. I’m really happy right now and I had so much fun and I couldn’t stop staring at you…”

Hanna slowed down and a blush crept up on his cheeks. Tyson kissed him full on the lips and pulled him to the bedroom. “Of course we can. It’s not like I would say no” Brian said softly. He ran his lips along Hanna’s jaw and began unbuttoning his shirt. Hanna blushed and helped Derrick take off both of their cloths, and they fell kissing onto the bed. Sam held Hanna on top of him and ran his hands down Hanna’s back.

“Hanna…” He breathed. Wilfred loved the feeling of Hanna’s hot, flushed body aligned with his. Hanna began moving his head downward, trailing his tongue and lips toward Gerald's hips. Herald let out a content sigh, patiently waiting for Hanna’s mouth to find his straining penis. He began to pant and flush though, as Hanna licked and kissed his way around the base, but missed it entirely. “nnnnghhhh, Hanna…. What are you…!” Hanna’s tongue had instead found its way to another sweet spot entirely.

“Wha…. Ohhhhh!” The taller of the two felt his legs lifted onto Hanna’s shoulders as Hanna plunged his hot, wet tongue into his entrance. He hadn’t ever felt anything so delicious, not that he had a history of memories to go by. Bernard squirmed and moaned and could feel that small, muscle pushes insistently against tight muscles and… !oh! moving! Inside of him. Suddenly the warmth left, and Anthony could only buck his hips desperately.

“Hehe, uh, just kinda thought you might like something different…” Hanna mumbled sheepishly against his groin. Hanna’s hot breath against him felt sooo right. Hanna straightened up, lifting Paul’s hips higher as he did so. Hanna sported a heavy blush, and Connor was certain then that Hanna had never done this before. But that was fine, because he was fairly sure he had never had this done to him before either. And besides, as long as it was Hanna who doing it, Lenard wasn't about to argue.

To be continue...

I'm gonna write the Hanna/..., and I hope you won't hate it. <333 Even if it's been a while and you probably won't even read it.

Yeah. I'm a sick fuck. I feel bad, but the damn creators made me with the cuddles and the banter and the "It's a sextant!" >:

Have a pika!icon instead.

Second'd.

Oh thank god, I thought I was the only one.

holy shit, i am so doing this.

Somebody please write this, it sounds like it'd be really funny.
(not the OP btw)

It’s been a year since they met when Worth asks if he wants anything to drink before he leaves. Hanna doesn’t know what to say so he says yes.

Worth pours them a drink he calls Spiritis Fortis, the purest drink there is apparently.
It smells like something that has been made in a cellar by a sweaty guy who filtered it through his dirty socks.
It tastes like it too, “Gnnnurghgooooood!” Hanna manages to swallow but it leaves him teary eyed and it feels like he swallowed a cup of razorblades.

Worth cackles and then chugs his drink down in one go, he shudders and then pours himself another one and after some hesitation: gives Hanna’s cup, which is still in his hand, a refill.
“You could go blind from this”; Worth tells him, like it’s a good thing.
“Oh… wow”; Hanna discreetly puts his cup down.

Worth stubs out his cigarette and immediately lights another one, “So, what hit you this time?” he leans forwards in his chair and his hand traces the newly stitched suture running across Hanna’s forehead. The redhead sits perfectly still because it was a long time since anyone touched him like that. The only human contact he’s had is formally shaking hands with clients, Worth treating his weird and unusual injuries and… no, that was pretty much it. He can’t help but feel a little disappointed when the hand retreats. God, that was sad.

Worth is staring at him strangely and Hanna remembers that he’s supposed to answer a question, “Err… it was just a poltergeist throwing things around. There are a lot of them out there now. Wonder why? And they always haunt places like offices, bookshops and you know, places where there are heavy objects to throw. For once, I’d like to negotiate with a poltergeist in a… in a pillow factory and why are you looking at me like that?”
“What did I tell you about ghosts?” Worth punctuates his words by jabbing his finger really hard into Hanna’s chest.
“Okay, ow. First of all, a poltergeist isn’t a ghost. Second, I’m a paranormal investigator. It’s kinda unavoidable that I’m gonna run into more ghosts.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m pretty sure geist is German for ghost”, Worth looks pleased with his display of awesome language skills, “This isn’t a failed veterinarian turned back alley doctor you’re talking to, kid. I’m a college drop-out”, he says proudly.
They argue for a while about the difference between ghosts and poltergeists and other things. When the conversation dies down and the two of them fall into a comfortable silence Hanna looks at the clock and realises that two hours have come and gone. His head is buzzing pleasantly and he feels relaxed. It’s not the drink because he hasn’t touched it sine that first sip.
He hasn’t talked to anyone for such a long time. Only clients and… Mrs Blaney. He shudders. Worth may be a little… aggressive… volatile at times but he’s surprisingly chatty when he wants to be.

Maybe it’s the loneliness and the fact that Worth is the only know who expresses any kind of interest in his well-being, maybe he’s confused because Worth is the only who’s touched him intimately in any way for a long time but of the many thoughts that runs through is head, the only one Hanna manages to grasp is that he wants more. Right now.

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Oh I think I may just know how to do this one...

YES

I can't write porn so yeah I'm just seconding it.

seconded forever~

might i suggest bonus points for painslutting (veser is a MAN)

Seconded. I need some more Veser/Lee like breathing.

It's like your reading my mind! I just started working on something that, after a little tweaking, will fit the bill perfectly! (or at least I hope so)