Virtual Trick-or-Treating

[rsadelle]

Happy Halloween! Welcome to the seventh annual edition of virtual trick-or-treating.



Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. My intention is to post all treats before I go to bed on Halloween. Lurkers and anonymous trick-or-treaters are welcome! (But if you're posting anonymously or with an LJ account that is completely friends-locked and you want a treat specific to your interests, let me know something about why you know me.)

(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user Heather Cowper, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial 2.0 Generic license.)

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[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat! :-)

Customary (1/2)

[rsadelle]

Happy Halloween!

Also on AO3


"Hello, darling."

Eroica spoke just seconds before Klaus, absorbed in the file he was carrying and foolishly trusting in NATO's security, would have sat down on him, Eroica having taken the only chair in Klaus's office: the one behind his desk.

Klaus growled and stepped back. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came for a visit." Eroica lounged even more insolently - in Klaus's chair - and twirled a curl around one finger. "I like the gray, Major. Very distinguished."

Klaus's hand twitched, but he didn't reach up to touch his hair. "I see you're still dyeing yours."

That brought Eroica up out of Klaus's chair in an outrage that turned into him standing toe to toe with Klaus, the two of them trying - again - to stare each other down.

"I assure you, darling," Eroica all but purred, "that it's all natural. Would you like to verify that? I have a lovely hotel room."

Klaus would have liked to have hit him, or at least bodily shoved him out of his office, but there'd been a series of meetings, directed largely but not solely at Klaus, about not doing "undue" violence to contractors. The new director's definition of "undue" did not match Klaus's, and unlike his spineless and uninvolved predecessor, he was the sort of man to follow through on threats of desk work and suspension.

Klaus ground his teeth together in a not quite acceptable but at least unlikely to get him taken out of the field substitute for the violence he would rather do. He stepped around Eroica and retook possession of his own chair.

"And what would your," Klaus paused, not sure how to refer to the man, "boyfriend think about that?"

"Boyfriend makes us sound like teenagers playing around," Eroica said. He blithely ignored Klaus's pointed look.

Klaus had seen the photos, both the surveillance photos in NATO's ongoing file on Eroica that he was required, as the agent most familiar with Eroica, to review on a periodic basis, and the paparazzi shots his Alphabets were disgracefully indiscreet about viewing on their phones in the bullpen. Minor royalty of some sort, less than half Eroica's age, fond of partying and being photographed.

"I really prefer lover." Eroica paused then, striking a pose that was most likely supposed to be alluring.

Klaus used the reprieve from the conversation to review the next page of the file. The pout on Eroica's face when he next looked up was not unexpected.

With Klaus's attention on him once more, Eroica smoothed out the pout and put on a thoughtful expression. "I'm nearly certain he'd want to watch."

Hitting him would have been so much easier than enduring this conversation.

Customary (2/2)

[rsadelle]

"Get out of my office," Klaus growled.

"Oh, darling, surely you don't want that."

Klaus closed his file and pulled it off the desk as Eroica draped himself halfway across it. Eroica was more than capable of stealing pages from it and showing up later to taunt Klaus with them. He'd most likely already read the coded number on the tab and had some way of translating it into something meaningful to those who didn't have NATO's file naming conventions memorized.

"Out," Klaus said firmly. He picked up his phone. "I can have you escorted out." He smiled. The last time he'd had Eroica escorted out by the director's new security team was a pleasant memory.

"Very well, Major, I'm leaving." Eroica dropped one of his calling cards on Klaus's desk; Klaus would have to burn it to make sure he destroyed any bugs or tracking devices embedded in it. "Do visit me later."

Klaus would do no such thing. He dismissed Eroica's visit from his mind and reopened the file for his next mission.

Three days later Klaus found himself locked into a basement with a decidedly underdressed Eroica.

"Don't you wish you'd come to see me, Major?" Eroica's chattering teeth rather ruined the flirtatious effect he was most likely aiming for. "We could have planned together." There was an emphasis on "planned" that made all of his meanings crystal clear.

For the barest fraction of a second, Klaus did wish he'd included Eroica in his planning. Then Eroica batted his eyelashes at him and said, "Do come keep me warm, darling," and Klaus remembered why he didn't do that whenever avoidable.

Klaus tossed his coat at Eroica, aiming it to land over Eroica's head and ignoring Eroica's squawk of protest. The effort of getting through the door - hinges on the outside and flat panel where the inside of the lock should have been meant Eroica couldn't use his skills to get them out - would keep him warm enough.

Re: Customary (2/2)

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh! Eroica! How lovely - thank you so much! :-) :-)

Have also just commented on AO3. :-)

Re: Customary (2/2)

[rsadelle]

♥

[dine.livejournal.com]

trick or treat!

I love this tradition - it's always so much fun (and I love the doorways you find)

Diablos Rex

[rsadelle]

Happy Halloween! I have lots of fun doing this and finding doors every year.

Also on AO3


"Hardison!" Eliot yelled. Hardison surely hadn't gone far. "What is this?"

"It's- What do you mean what is it?" Hardison came into the kitchen, tablet in hand. "It's a box of doughnuts, come on, man."

"I'm not talking about- I can see it's a box of doughnuts, Hardison. What is this?"

Neither of them blinked when Parker dropped down from the ceiling, rope and harness letting her dangle over the counter and look at the doughnut Eliot was pointing at. "Is that a doughnut with bacon on it?"

"That is not just a doughnut with bacon on it," Hardison said with a look of total satisfaction on his face. "That is a bacon maple bar from Voodoo Doughnut."

Parker frowned as she considered the box. "Why would they put bacon on a doughnut?"

"See?" Eliot said. "This is what I'm talking about. Even Parker knows you shouldn't put bacon on a doughnut."

"Shouldn't- Eliot, man, this is a bacon maple bar from Voodoo Doughnut."

Eliot scowled and brushed his hair back. "Bacon does not belong on doughnuts."

"This one has chocolate chips in it." Parker held out a chocolate doughnut with mostly chocolate frosting that had been bitten into so they could see the chocolate chips. Eliot hadn't noticed her taking it out of the box. There was a little wrinkle of a frown on her face. "I don't know if I like it."

In the half a second Eliot and Hardison spent exchanging a look, she'd dropped the doughnut back into the box and grabbed and ordinary chocolate doughnut.

"Oh, come on," Hardison said. "You can't just- That isn't sanitary."

Parker stopped looking at her doughnut long enough to give him a confused look. "You kissed me after I gave Eliot a blowjob this morning."

"That's not- Okay," Hardison said, "that's sex. This is the kitchen."

"We've had sex in the kitchen," Parker points out.

"Dammit," Eliot growled. "I told you two no sex in the kitchen."

"Look," Hardison said to Parker, ignoring him, "it's just different, okay?"

Parker shrugged, unconcerned, and bit into the doughnut. Eliot ignored Hardison's continuing monologue in favor of watching the smile cross Parker's face.

"They're better now that I feel things," Parker said. She used her control of the rope to swing herself closer to kiss Eliot and then Hardison, momentary presses of her lips to theirs before the momentum took her away again. On the second swing away, she raised herself up to the ceiling as she took another bite of her doughnut.

Hardison picked up the doughnut with bacon on top. "We can split this if you can get over your prejudices about bacon."

"I do not have prejudices about bacon," Eliot said. "Bacon has its place and that place is not on top of a doughnut." He picked up the doughnut Parker had discarded and bit into it. The chocolate chips gave it a nice texture.

"Oh, so you won't eat the one with bacon," Hardison said, "but you will eat a doughnut with chocolate chips in it."

"Yes," Eliot said. "Yes, I will. And you know why, Hardison? Because chocolate chips belong in sweet pastries. Bacon? Bacon should only go in savory pastries."

Hardison took a bite out of the bacon doughnut. "Man, you don't know what you're missing."

Eliot shook his head and took a bite of his own, perfectly acceptable doughnut. "I'm not missing anything. And don't think I'm kissing you until after you brush your teeth either."

Hardison took his abomination of a doughnut and left the room muttering, "Missing out. Man doesn't know a good doughnut when it practically waves in his face."

Eliot closed the doughnut box and took another bite out of the one with the chocolate chips, considering the texture again. He could see how Parker wouldn't like the way it made her feel when her preference was for the plain chocolate variety.

Re: Diablos Rex

[dine.livejournal.com]

just plain fantastic! thanks so much for this - and for making it local to me :)

Re: Diablos Rex

[rsadelle]

♥ Thank you for virtually trick-or-treating every year! (And your icon is making me laugh.)