BSG Pornbattle

So this is everything I submitted to the pornbattle.

Tiger, Crossover, LOST, Sayid Jarrah/Felix Gaeta, tiger


"Hey. Mind if I look?"

Tiger looked back at him, and shrugged. He didn't speak any of the languages Sayid spoke, though that hadn't stopped him from talking. Tone seemed to indicate a lot, and Arabic produced slightly better results than English. They couldn't exchange names, but he'd taken to calling him Tiger because of the tattoo.

He leaned in over Tiger's shoulder and pressed close, examining the circuitry. The question had been more of a formality, as he'd been helping Tiger to piece the craft back together for days now, and as far as he could tell they had been making progress. The craft was really more familiar than it should have been, for an alien technology.

"You made a lot of progress..." Sayid murmured to himself. The circuitry all looked clean and pieced back together- possibly in working order. Tiger's dark eyes met his, defensive and cautious in a way he'd never seen before. "What did you do?"

He reached to check the activation switch, to test the craft's functions, but Tiger snatched his hand away.

Suddenly, Tiger's mouth was urgent on his. Sayid tensed. Another man, another circumstance, he would have rejected the offer, but for Tiger, it was hardly a consideration. He yielded, parting his lips and letting Tiger ravage his mouth, desperate. Their lips slipped apart for a moment, and he felt the man's breath against his cheek. The nickname seemed apt, as Tiger slid into his lap and forced him back into the sand.

"I know," he murmured, as his friend's mouth cut a trail over his stubble, nipping at his jawbone and towards the neckline of his tank top.

Tiger said something incoherent as he impatiently pushed up Sayid's shirt. At first his eyes traced paths over his chest, but then he dragged fingers down to the fly, making quick work of the buttons and tugging the pants open, exposing him to the dwindling sunlight.

Their eyes met again, as Tiger shifted backwards, licking a trail from his navel, over his stomach to his cock. He smirked, briefly dropping the intensity from earlier, and in a swift move had all of Sayid's cock in his throat. Sayid gasped at the suddenness of it, his hips arching up to accommodate the very new feeling, and he slid fingers deep into Tiger's curls to hold for purchase.

Sayid cursed. Tiger was too skilled for this to be taboo where he came from. The visitor pulled back, only to take him deep into his mouth again, repeating the gesture several times until settling into what must have been a more comfortable rhythm, sucking eagerly. His eyes were half-lidded with lust.

"Tiger..." he purred, tugging lightly at his shoulder, trying to coax his new lover to come back up for a kiss, but Tiger protested. He only swallowed him again, working faster. Sayid allowed him the access he wanted, and before long his fingers were cutting into Tiger's shoulder.

He came with a shudder and a moan, glad not for the distance from the rest of the camp. But by the time he'd caught his breath, Tiger had backed off, had started snapping the panels back onto the circuitry, readying his ship for takeoff.

"No." he protested, standing, ignoring his nakedness to catch at Tiger's hand, forcing him into a kiss more demanding than the first. He knew that if he could get on to L.A., to Nadia, he would be eager to move on, but he wasn't about to let this visitor start something and not finish it. He'd become too attached to his friend in these few days, only to lose him so quickly.

Tiger shook his head, murmuring against his lips. He reached inside the cockpit to produce a document with clipped corners. It contained a photograph of a dark-haired man, an official portrait.

"...Oh, I see." So Tiger had someone he was trying to get to. Sayid stole another kiss, a gentler one, and decided, as much as he didn't want to, to let the pilot go. "Goodbye," he murmured against his lips.

"...Good-bye," Tiger managed, and slipped into the ship. He paused, and asked another question. "...Earth?"

"Yes. Earth." Sayid pointed down. Why of all words that one was the same, he didn't know. But Sayid had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last he'd see of Tiger. Maybe he'd even get him off the island.

Caught Staring, Gaius/Paulla/Jeanne, God's love


He knew it wasn't meant for his eyes, but he couldn't stop watching. The black straps that wrapped around Paulla's thighs and waist were a mesmerizing contrast to her bare flesh, and each thrust of her hips drew a perfect little moan out of Jeanne, whose smooth legs were splayed on either side.

"Oh, God!" Jeanne cried, her head tossing back on her shoulders. "Paulla," she begged.

Paulla sat up to fuck her more thoroughly, hoisting one of Jeanne's legs up against herself. She caught one of Jeanne's hands and dragged it down her stomach to hold it teasingly out of reach. Jeanne whimpered softly, the teasing effective, and struggled to free her hand, to bring herself to completion. Gaius could almost taste how close she was, from across the room.

"Not until you say your prayers," Paulla teased, and glanced around the room, to make sure it was empty.

Frak, she'd seen him.

"Gaius, come over here." It was really more of an order than a request, and he obeyed. "How about you share some of God's love with Jeanne, here?" Paulla had a sarcastic streak that Gaius had never liked very much, but it was too hot to reject. She beckoned, and he dropped to his knees.

Jeanne leaned up to kiss his mouth, sweet and gentle with a carnal edge he was unprepared for. He slid his hand over her stomach, savoring how soft she was to his touch, and slipped a finger inside her to stroke at a spot that Paulla's attentions were missing, drawing a needy little whimper out of Jeanne.

"Please, Gaius..." she begged, rocking up against his hand, and he stroked his thumb over where she needed it most. She bit his lip as her whole body tensed up in pleasure, shuddering as she came.

Paulla leaned down to catch Jeanne's mouth from Gaius, and he could do nothing but stare. No matter how many times he'd enjoyed two women together, it was always exciting, and these two seemed to have actual lust for each other, which only improved it.

Jeanne's hands rubbed up his thighs and unfastened his pants, freeing his cock. She purred in appreciation, stroking him, which was welcome. Paulla's fingers sliding down his ass to push at his entrance, however, were a little less welcome.

"Paulla, I... I'm not exactly sure..." Gaius swallowed. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted her to know that he wanted it, of course.

"You'll love it, Gaius, I promise." She smirked, pushing his pants down further, teasing freshly slicked fingers into him. He cursed as Jeanne repositioned herself to her hands and knees, teasing over his cock with her tongue. The conflicting stimuli made him shudder.

He pet fingers over Jeanne's shoulders, but he couldn't help being much more attentive of Paulla's teeth on his neck, her long hair falling over his shoulder, and not least of all, the large black rubber cock teasing against him. Surprisingly strong hands wrapped around his hips, and suddenly -oh God- he was totally full.

"Oh- oh God..." he gasped, and Jeanne took him into her mouth, sucking diligently. Paulla pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, and her firm breasts brushed against his back as she fucked him, almost as skillfully as any male lover he'd allowed to violate him.

"I told you," she smirked, smacking him on the ass.

Jeanne blushed up at him, and lay back, spreading her legs for him. Eager to please her lover, Paulla pushed Gaius down onto all fours, encouraging him, and he was only too eager to press into Jeanne. She was soaked from her previous go with the strap-on. He hardly had to do any moving, himself, as Paulla's enthusiastic thrusts forced him deeper in.

He felt Jeanne's fingers working frantically at herself, and he rocked into her, back against the intrusion, letting himself go.

He was lost to pleasure, until Jeanne shivered, her breath hot on his cheek. She cried out, wordlessly, bucking up against him and tightening around him, bringing him to climax along with her. He echoed the noise against her shoulder, an intense little whimper, and closed his eyes. Paulla pulled the device out of him, and unstrapped it, letting it clatter to the floor.

Jeanne kissed Gaius's shoulder, and squirmed out from underneath him, sitting up to embrace her lover. Gaius lay back to watch as they held each other, caressing. Jeanne's hand disappeared between Paulla's legs, and Paulla rocked greedily into the attention, her eyes heavenwards. Jeanne's mouth ghosted over her neck, down to exploit her breasts.

Gaius knew it was selfish of him, but he just watched the two of them until Paulla bit her lip, her hand tense in Jeanne's hair, and then coaxed her fingers away from herself, too sensitive for the pleasure to continue.

"I told you that would work," Paulla murmured against Jeanne's ear, petting a hand over her lower stomach, the way a man might pet his newly-pregnant wife. "And if it doesn't," this time the words were clearly intended for Gaius, "we'll try again."

Too Good, Gaius/Gaeta, fanboy, Gaeta/Daggit, so desperate


Things had gone much better than Felix Gaeta had hoped. So much better than he'd ever imagined, really. Things had gone so quickly from, I've read all your books to Let's get a drink in the mess to Have you ever frakked a man with seven Colonial Scientist awards that he couldn't quite catch up.

And now he had the Colony's most famous scientist sprawled out on his rack, stark naked, glasses off, his long dark hair fanned out around him on the pillow. And he was buried inside him to the hilt. And Dr. Baltar was loving every second of it.

"Lieutenant..." he purred, running a foot along his spine, rocking up to meet his thrusts. Felix had never expected that he would be so willing or eager or... slutty, really. Maybe it was just the act he put on in the interviews Felix had recorded and watched again and again, but he'd always pictured the Doctor as a rather stoic, suave gentleman that would seduce only the most beautiful women.

Not that he could complain. In fact, the more overt show of pleasure was... very erotic.

"Oh, Mr. Gaeta..." purred Gaius, eyes closed. "I'm so close."

Felix was too, except he expected he was much closer, hovering on the edge. He'd never been one to have this problem, but this was just so sexy, really everything he'd wanted and all the fantasies he'd ever had were pushing in on him. Rather suddenly, he needed a distraction, anything unsexy, and he searched his brain. His aunt Leda- no, that didn't help. Aunt Leda had giant breasts that -woah, oh no. That was dangerous territory.

Frak. Think, anything. DRADIS protocol. Step one, ensure systems are clear, Step two, no, he can't think of all of them. They flit away from him, and his body threatens him. But he doesn't want to pull back, to tease, because Gaius now has both of his hands on Felix's ass, pulling him into himself harder.

Muffit. The least sexy thing he could think of was Muffit, the daggit from the kid's show his little sister had liked so much. Robotic animals were wrong enough in the first place, and this unholy hybrid of dog and ape that wobbled around and made horrible squeaking noises and just... ugh, he could hardly think about it. They'd sold toys and his sister had insisted on one and it had wandered around the house snuffling and whining. He remembered waking up nights with it staring at him, its glowing robotic eyes haunting him.

The mixed signals did the trick. Gaius shuddered with an intense climax, one of his hands wrapped tightly around his cock, and Felix let himself go, coming into him.

For the first time in his whole life, Felix was glad to have known Muffit.

When You Put It That Way, Gaius/Head!Gaius, I'm too sexy


After the odd encounter with himself in the mess, Gaius sat on his bed and attempted to conjure up the image of himself. I know you're listening, he muttered, scowling a little. You're here somewhere and you're hiding from me. He knew that his vision of Six was inconsistent, and he'd made his peace with her, but the distinctly different entity that took his form wasn't getting such leeway. Mostly because he'd been such a smug bastard, so different from himself.

Fingers raced a trail up his lower back. "You mean me?"

"Yes, you. Stop that." Gaius tried to jerk away from the fingers, but they kept moving, up along the side of his neck. "If you're not... her, and you're not me talking to myself, what are you?"

His vision of himself just smirked and shoved him onto his back, forcing him down onto the bed. Oh, well, this at least was more familiar.

"I think that this-" he protested, trying to sit up, "Has gone quite far enough."

"Oh, so when she does this, its arousing, but when I do the exact same thing..." purred his double, untying the shirt that Gaius was wearing, sliding smooth hands up his chest, "You can't handle it. What's the difference?"

"She doesn't look like me." Gaius protested mildly, staring up into copies of his own eyes. Though he did have to admit, he was rather handsome, especially as well groomed and- oo, was that the cologne he'd always favored?

His double smirked. "Mm, and I thought you were so vain, you'd enjoy making love to yourself."

Well, when he put it that way. Gaius smirked a little and leaned up to catch his own image for a kiss, only to find that his double's cheek was smoother than his own, that he tasted like champagne. The trappings of luxury worked quickly on his body.

His copy kissed a trail down his neck, his mouth hot. Gaius gasped softly and arched up into himself, hands tense on his lover's back.

He took a moment to wonder what it would look like were his double to penetrate him. Would anyone else see how wide open he was, inexplicably, expanded around something invisible the way a glass rod would- "Gaius, shut the frak up," his hallucination protested. He realized that they'd both been stripped naked. Well, that was convenient.

Since hallucinations apparently didn't require lubricant, another thought that threatened to send his brain racing, the apparition teased his cock against Gaius's entrance, drawing a soft whimper out of him. He braced himself for the discomfort that came when he'd begged to be taken without prep, but it didn't come. Instead he felt himself accommodate the angel easily.

The cologne scent was even more intense as the vision kissed his neck, encouraging Gaius to return the gesture. His breath was ragged as the angel frakked him steadily, and he caught himself catching at the other man's back, his other hand clutching at the sheets. The incredible friction of his lover's body against his cock forced his hips to jerk up uncontrollably, as his body wanted satisfaction more than he wanted his dignity.

"Not so fast," the angel purred, and sat up to meet his eyes again. He really had lovely eyes, so expressive, often so full of lust. It was the very picture of everything he'd always hoped he looked like during sex, dignified, intense, totally in control. Fingers ghosted over his cock, and then the vision was stroking him in time with every thrust of his hips, rocking into Gaius, forcing him to a blinding climax that he couldn't help but verbalize, crying out.

This creature was as vindictive as the female. He bent over Gaius, grunting softly as he brought himself to completion, leaving a rather distasteful and obvious wet patch on his chest before slipping behind the curtain that separated the Gaius's bed from the rest of the harem. A second after he left, a few worried faces peeked around the curtain.

"Gaius, are you- ....oh, I'm so sorry," Jeanne squeaked.