Indeed, Sir

Sounds like good, clean, "let's ruin Jeeves's composure" fun. XD

I'd take this, but I'm not sure I can write the level of switch-backed skulduggery and intrigue that Jeeves and another brilliant valet would get up to. ...Come to think of it, it would probably end with angry sex in a closet and a very confused Jeeves.

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OH YEAH AND WE TOTALLY CAN'T HAVE THAT.

That was sarcasm, btw. We totally SHOULD have that.

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I bit the soft skin at the hinge of his jaw, persisting long enough to leave a deep, red mark. "Cover that up if you can." I snarled, and he only laughed, tearing my shirt open in a way calculated to send buttons flying.

"You know Reggie, I think I like this game." He grinned like a wolf and my hand flew before I knew it, cuffing him across the face, as if I could knock that expression off of it. The sound was loud and would have made me wince if I had been my normal self. As it was, he caught my hand and nuzzled into the palm, licking and nipping at the skin in a way that made my breath catch. "I can think of more interesting stains than blood, love." He sucked my first finger into his mouth in an obscene parody of fellatio, made more irksome by how good it felt.

...So yeah. What does it tell you that this was the very first thing I thought of?

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MOAR. :@

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UM IT SORT OF TELLS ME YOU'RE AWESOME. Can we round robin this? Can we???

I'm gonna go for it!

'Be quiet, you fool,' I hissed in his ear, and in response he only moaned more elaborately, more mockingly as he took another finger of mine into his mouth. 'Seppings is sure to hear,' I warned.

'And we wouldn't want you thrown out of Brinkley in disgrace, would we, Reggie?' he growled, clawing a hand down my bared chest, causing welts to rise in its wake. Repayment for my earlier blow.

I flinched only once, only slightly, but enough to cause him even more mirth. His answering chuckle bordered on the manic, and I wondered, not for the first time, how a man so poised and dignified when in his uniform could turn into such a wild animal when his master was asleep and the household lights were dimmed.

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"I could say the same of you, Jonathan." I bit his neck, making him twitch and gasp. Of course, he was still laughing, breathlessly but with a damnable lightness of spirit.

"You might as well call me Jack, old son."

"Damn you, this isn't a game!" I hissed as his hands slid into my trousers.

"Of course it is" he purred, "everything is." His hands had the surgical deftness of a safecracker's, and were very nearly as beautiful as Mr. Wooster's. Their effect upon me is easily enough imagined, and allowed him to press me back against the closet door. I frantically reached down to check the latching mechanism, reassured to find it holding.

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ZOMG ZOMG sorry, poor thread that's now being sullied thusly, but I can't help but say this(!):

'Are you going to close your eyes, Reg,' he whispered into my ear, 'and think of your master?'

His fingers squeezed round me, and I fought the unmitigated tremble that wracked my frame. Anger joined the fire of lust in my veins; that Jonathan would dare speak of Mr Wooster now--

He leaned in closer and breathed along my thrumming pulse. 'I certainly will be thinking of him,' he said, and his lips curved into a smirk against my throat.

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"I swear I'll kill you" I growled, the sound low and inhuman with rage and lust, even as I rocked into his grip.

"Yes, but not right now." He purred, sinking his teeth into my neck. "He's beautiful, Reg. I don't blame you one bit."

"It's more than that, you animal." I blinked sudden and inexplicable tears away, and tore his trousers open to reciprocate the hateful service he was rendering me.

"But that has a lot to do with it, doesn't it?" He bit his lip as I gave him a hard, slow stroke, and groaned quietly. "Those big blue eyes, and the way he needs you." He bit my shoulder to muffle a yelp as I gave him a vicious pinch. "Yes, you're definitely one of those, aren't you?"

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'So what if I am?' I spat, 'You're no better, Jonathan. It is not I, after all, who is in the habit of pulling strange men into cupboards.' I gave a none-too-gentle tug at his sac, and he shuddered against me before responding in vicious kind. I stifled a gasp by biting on the fleshy slope of his shoulder.

'No,' he said, 'you're just in the habit of being pulled.' Jonathan regained his hold on my cock and began stroking in earnest. 'Would the sweetest B.W. Wooster ever try it, I wonder? You'd follow him in a heartbeat, not a second thought, not even a questioning pause. You would sell yourself into slavery for one moment of his touch, as I am touching you.'

'Stop it,' I ground out between my clenched teeth, attempting to abuse his flesh as violently as he did mine. 'Finish me off if you must, but say one more word of my--' But I was cut off by the painful nip of teeth on my exposed nipple.

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I whined sharply, and suddenly didn't care that he was laughing at me again, muffled against my chest. He lapped at the bite, and I fisted my free hand in his hair, tugging much too hard and not caring because he deserved far worse. He bit me again and groaned, straightening up to whisper into my ear. "Oh, I must. You're simply too beautiful." He nipped me and grinned, performing a complicated maneuver than I would have asked him to teach me for future reference, had our relations been less acrimonious. I climaxed, shaking and biting my lip to hold my silence. "God, yes." He whispered, his voice finally beginning to shake. He crooned filthy encouragement into my ear as I mechanically brought him off, and his climax was nearly silent. He only shuddered and sighed, resting against me for a moment. I did not possess the strength to shove him away, and he stood on his own before I could marshal my energies to that purpose.

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His clothing was neatly shrugged back into place in mere seconds. Jonathan was straightening his tie when he said, off-handedly, 'If you think for a moment that he could do for you a fraction of what I've done just now, then you're the real empty-headed idiot of the house.'

'A creature like you will never understand,' I murmured as I attempted to regain my bearings, slumped against the locked door, 'what the difference is between what you've done just now, and what he is capable of doing to me.'

'Oh, god.' He rolled his eyes in disgust. 'Don't give me that "love" nonsense. Next you'll be telling me all about unicorns and magicians. Face facts, Reg. This is all there is.' He leaned in and took my earlobe between his teeth, gnawing purposefully.

I took a breath and summoned my energies, pushing him away with such violence that he cracked his head against the back wall of the cupboard.

'This is nothing,' I sneered, and with a few flicks of my hands, closed my flies and buttoned my morning coat over the tattered remains of my shirt. Without a second glance at the odious Jonathan, I freed the latch and stepped out into the darkened hall, a low, derisive laugh following me like a shadow.

(I gotta stop! I gotta do big girl things now. But this is SO FUN. D: I wanna see more of this evil valet guy. Plz to continue and write tons of sordid ficness? PLZ?)

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(See, I keep being tempted to make him sympathetic. XD Really, he doesn't seem like that bad a guy. Just a cynic and a prick. XD)

I had to suppose that this was my reward for ignoring my carnal urges for as long as I had. Sleep was impossible. I felt like a cad, ridiculously, since my activities could not have injured my employer. As can usually be said of the human condition. the ludicrousness of my feelings did not make them hurt any less, and I wondered how I would face Mr. Wooster in the morning.

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(No, I totes agree. This dude is crazy good times. Kind of like my new Master/Doctor lurv? ARRRRRGH I'm seeing a whole insane backstory for this guy! He's YOUR guy; you should go run with him.)

(OK, now I'm seriously outta here. LOLZ)

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*Flailing ovation!*
You're both so made of win, I can't express it!!

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chaoticchaos13.livejournal.com

*stands and applauds*

Magnificent!

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Thank you, thank you! *bows, gestures to triedunture*

And yeah, I know way too much about this sonofabitch already. I never write OCs in fanfic, dammit. >__>

We can only wonder who he works for. Who would hire the lovechild of Jeeves and Raffles?

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It could only be Aunt Dahlia.

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blackletter

Encore! Encore!

(Seriously. This was glorious. I want a full fic.)

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Well, I'm the biggest whore in the world for happy endings, which means that Jack and his master have to waltz off into the sunset in synch with Jeeves and Bertie.

So what I'm saying is that I can do it, but it's going be pink and sugary and probably have gaping plot holes and massive coincidences in it.

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Yeah, and? You say that like it's a bad thing!
Is it done yet?
;)

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Nuuu, but I just realized that for this to work in true Wodehousian fashion, Jack's master has to be kind of emo and too responsible for his years, because while Jeeves is clearing his throat omninously at a panama hat, Jack is going "Argh, all this black! And every poet and his mother has this jacket and boots, sir. You're just lucky I lost that dreary tie of yours."

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Innnteresting! You're right, it would need that balance in both 'pairs'.
I like!
You're spot on, IMO.

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One does one's best. Now I'm wondering if the kid just too responsible, or actually gloomy and/or morbid.

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Oh, I like the gloomy/morbid idea. And 'his' valet balances that. Makes him happy almost against his will? That sorta thing - sound right?

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Yeah. He reads Nietzsche and is just the saddest bastard you ever laid eyes on. He's probably some kind of weird, dadaist poet. He has huge black eyes and looks like the puppy that never gets adopted, but is sort of a devil in disguise, which is where he and Bertie find common ground. Both of them would enjoy pushing Oswald into the lake.

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Yes! He's all "deep" and such. Yes, yes, yes!
*giggle* Who WOULDN'T like pushing Oswald into the lake?

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Predominantly, the only kind of people Bertie can't make friends with. XD

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I know, poor Bertie! *sniffle*

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I would love for you to write this out!

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Achhhhh thank you both, nothing beats a spot of porn in the middle of reading math. And that was so fandom kink which is unfortunately unappreciated. Hope we'll be seeing this more in the future.

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mxdp.livejournal.com

Excuse me, but WHAT EXACTLY, pray tell, is YOUR PROBLEM?

I just can't see it, I'm afraid. Go write, you. Or so you did! Woot!:D

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I love the idea, but I'm no good at creating new characters. I can only mess about with other people's.

Someone should do this - please?

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*catches* *wraps a warm blankie around* *releases*

Now that that's done, some one must take the little dear in.

And speaking of your little wabbit-lings, we need more pictures of them. Especially of little Wilde. And you should make a tiny little bowler hat for Jeeves.

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OMFG! *munches popcorn with wide eyes* More? More!?
*on edge of seat*

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chaoticchaos13.livejournal.com

*plonks down in the next seat and passes over junior mints*

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blackletter

*runs down the aisle to catch a front row seat*

Now that's entertainment!

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OOh! Oh my! *passes popcorn along and snatching a few junior mints* D'you think there'll be more!?

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chaoticchaos13.livejournal.com

*popcorn bits fluff from his mouth as he talks* I hope so!

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*Runs in with chocolate and glancing at clock* Oh my, what did I miss? Darn, why the best things happen when *I* have to go sleep? I hope the show continues and *soon*.

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*wakes up with a snort* Oh, shoot. I think they're stopped now, but we've been trying to talk at least one of them into elaborating on the theme. Ooh! Chocolate!

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Well, since I'm only good at gay sex and romantic angst, you can help me plot. Since I seem to have adopted this without meaning to.

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