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lierdumoaTitle: Bam
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Pairing: El Mariachi/Agent Sands
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP inspired by fanart (see here).
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permetaform and adrienne2. Unbeta'd.
"Pull the trigger," Sands said, his voice low and seductive.
Wait. What happened? El backtracked over the past twenty minutes, trying to figure out how the fuck he ended naked, on his back, with a gun in his hand, and let's not forget balls deep in one Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands.
He'd been sleeping. He remembered that much. Sleeping naked, because it was hot. He remembered going to bed alone. Okay, that was a start. He went to bed alone and woke up...not so much. Someone was at the door. He woke grabbed his gun, and fired off a warning shot. When the intruder (Sands?) hadn't said anything he'd fired off another.
There had been straddling (wasn't the guy wearing pants when he came in?) and wetness. Sands must have come to the room...prepared (Dios mio). He had thrown the sheets back and slid down onto El's cock (when the fuck had El gotten hard anyway?) tight and slick. Bastard had been grinning like a maniac.
"I always come prepared," He'd whispered, reading El's mind. "You'd do well to remember that."
And then Sands had started to move, and the next thing El knew sweat was blurring his vision and he was so close to coming it hurt to breathe and Sands was grabbing his hand (the fuck?) -- his *gun* hand. Sands was holding his *gun* hand, pressing the weapon into the soft skin where chin met neck. Still grinning like a fucking maniac.
Pull the trigger? El didn't know what the hell the point of this mindfuck was. The only thing he knew at this point was that his hands were twitching because he was *close* and if he accidentally put a bullet in that motherfucker's head and killed him there was a serious danger that he was going to come *regardless* and necrofilia? Really not his thing.
"Sands!"
He came, body jerking with the force of it, *hand* jerking with the force of it (oh shit!), fingers twitching just hard enough for the gun to produce a loud click. Wait. Click? El, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm, stared in shock at the empty gun, then glanced up at Sands' face just in time for the bastard to shoot his load all over El's chest, neck, his goddamn *chin.*
"Clip was empty," Sands gasped out smugly, still not quite having caught his breath.
"How did you know?"
"I heard you practicing yesterday and counted shots."
"I could have reloaded since yesterday."
Sands only shrugged.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Pairing: El Mariachi/Agent Sands
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP inspired by fanart (see here).
A/N: For
permetaform and adrienne2. Unbeta'd."Pull the trigger," Sands said, his voice low and seductive.
Wait. What happened? El backtracked over the past twenty minutes, trying to figure out how the fuck he ended naked, on his back, with a gun in his hand, and let's not forget balls deep in one Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands.
He'd been sleeping. He remembered that much. Sleeping naked, because it was hot. He remembered going to bed alone. Okay, that was a start. He went to bed alone and woke up...not so much. Someone was at the door. He woke grabbed his gun, and fired off a warning shot. When the intruder (Sands?) hadn't said anything he'd fired off another.
There had been straddling (wasn't the guy wearing pants when he came in?) and wetness. Sands must have come to the room...prepared (Dios mio). He had thrown the sheets back and slid down onto El's cock (when the fuck had El gotten hard anyway?) tight and slick. Bastard had been grinning like a maniac.
"I always come prepared," He'd whispered, reading El's mind. "You'd do well to remember that."
And then Sands had started to move, and the next thing El knew sweat was blurring his vision and he was so close to coming it hurt to breathe and Sands was grabbing his hand (the fuck?) -- his *gun* hand. Sands was holding his *gun* hand, pressing the weapon into the soft skin where chin met neck. Still grinning like a fucking maniac.
Pull the trigger? El didn't know what the hell the point of this mindfuck was. The only thing he knew at this point was that his hands were twitching because he was *close* and if he accidentally put a bullet in that motherfucker's head and killed him there was a serious danger that he was going to come *regardless* and necrofilia? Really not his thing.
"Sands!"
He came, body jerking with the force of it, *hand* jerking with the force of it (oh shit!), fingers twitching just hard enough for the gun to produce a loud click. Wait. Click? El, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm, stared in shock at the empty gun, then glanced up at Sands' face just in time for the bastard to shoot his load all over El's chest, neck, his goddamn *chin.*
"Clip was empty," Sands gasped out smugly, still not quite having caught his breath.
"How did you know?"
"I heard you practicing yesterday and counted shots."
"I could have reloaded since yesterday."
Sands only shrugged.
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Date: 2004-10-28 01:48 am (UTC)DAY-UM.
no. words.
DUUUUDE.
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Date: 2004-10-28 03:00 am (UTC)You are so good for my ego.
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Date: 2004-11-01 01:34 am (UTC)The pretties. The trauma. :|
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Date: 2004-11-01 12:15 pm (UTC);-)
Guh.
Date: 2004-11-17 05:39 pm (UTC)Guh.
*this* close to a particular kink of mine and incredibly hot both aside and because of it.
Oh yeah...feel free to write for me *anytime*.
Re: Guh.
Date: 2004-11-17 08:08 pm (UTC)The world needs more Sands/El porn, methinks. Sadly, OUaTiM isn't really my fandom, so someone else will have to supply the world.
I'll write you a Brian/Dom PWP...eventually.