Title: The Art of Seduction

Pairing: Dillon/Scott

Rating: PG13 - some sexual innuendo and foul language.

Notes: Written for the pranonficmeme on livejournal, from the prompt "I'd like something with ScottDillon (or DillonScott) slash in it please. And maybe, if you could work in the time they were chained together especially when they're in their cars, or Scott's in the shower."

"Well, that about does me up," Scott cheerfully said. "Hand me my towel and I'll trade places with you."

Dillon threw the towel over his shoulder. "Trade places?" He snorted a laugh. "Surely you jest."

Scott tugged the towel off his shoulder, but didn't shut the water off. "What? You're not going to wash up?"

For emphasis Dillon raised his arm and loudly rattled the chain that bound them together.

"That didn't stop me." Scott's tone turned playful. "What, are you scared or something?"

"Scared? Of showering?"

"Or that I'll peek?"

A tug on Dillon's wrist made him realize Scott had reined in the slack on the chain. "Hardly."

"Then c'mon." Scott gave the chain another tug, this one hard enough that it partially spun Dillon around. Scott stood proudly in all his naked glory, the towel Dillon had given him merely draped over one glistening, muscular shoulder. Scott didn't waste his breath, just tugged the chain again, nearly pulling Dillon in fully clothed.

Dillon resisted valiantly. "At least let me get undressed!"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Dillon made quick work of his pants, but getting his jacket and shirt off while chained to Scott was another matter entirely.

"They'll dry out."

"Hey!" Dillon nearly slipped as Scott pulled him into the shower. His shirt and jacket slid off his arm and onto the chain, where Scott had been forced to store his as well. Before he could protest, one of Scott's hands was on Dillon's back, directing him into the stream of water. The unexpected touch jerked through him like electricity. He quickly shrugged the hand off and flippantly said, "The hell is this, some kind of seduction?"

"No." Scott gave a nervous little laugh. "Why? Is it working?"

Looking over his shoulder, Dillon incredulously raised an eyebrow. "You've got to be joking."

Relief flooding through him, Scott found he suddenly couldn't help it. With an impish grin, he gave the chain a yank that sent Dillon cascading into his arms. Holding him, Scott said, "How about now?"

Dillon was unimpressed. "If this is supposed to be seduction, you've got a lot to learn."

Scott frowned, but didn't release Dillon. "What would a half-robot amnesiac know about seduction, anyway?"

Dillon pushed out his bottom lip, pinched his eyebrows together and threw a smoldering gaze up at Scott. "Seduction just comes naturally to some, baby."

Scott couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Oh yeah? Anyone I know?"

At last that elicited a wolfish grin. "C'mere, you little shit." Dillon reached up, tangling his fingers in Scott's damp curls and dragged him down for a kiss.