Anne's Favorite Slash Fanfic

2003-06-26T10:38:00.000-04:00

I am moving this recs page over to Livejournal.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/slash_o_rific/

2003-05-24T11:41:00.000-04:00

I recently went through a reading frenzy on Lenore's site. She is writing Smallville now but she used to write Sentinel fic and you can find it all at the link.

First, you need to read ``That Old Schizophrenic Jealousy,'' in which Lex starts an affair with Superman and Clark gets jealous! It's a laugh riot and oh. so. sexy.

Here's an excerpt:

``It has never occurred to you before how handy your abilities might be in bed. So once you start, you go a little overboard. But who could possibly blame you? Superman's never had sex before.

Besides, your powers totally turn Lex on. He gets harder when you use the super speed and when you float him into the air while you're blowing him. He even likes it when you flash your x-ray vision over his skin because his bones fascinate you. Although you have no idea how he knows what you're up to. It's not one of your more obvious tricks. But when you do it, Lex gasps your name like nothing has ever been more erotic.

Well, not your name, but still--

You both come again and again, too many times to count. By the end, even you are kind of tired. When you finally leave, Lex is lying boneless on the bed, like a used up rag doll. He smiles softly as you struggle to get your sticky self back into the suit. His eyes are dark shipwrecked seas.

You've seen that before. You just never dreamed you'd be the cause of it.''

Uh. Yeah. Go read.
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I also loved, loved, loved ``Seduction,'' which I must warn you is a story that pairs Clark and Lionel. Now, generally I would run screaming from such a story. Literally. But Lenore handles this in such a way that the pairing is actually quite hot. I was stunned. And turned on. Seriously. Of course, Clark is pining for Lex and that makes it ever so much more angsty. I swear you will not be disappointed if you read this.

Here's an excerpt:

``Clark's eyes went wide, and his throat hurt the way it only did when he was genuinely shocked. "Um-- I should really be going, Mr. Luthor."

"Nonsense. And call me Lionel."

His hand started to move, rubbing little circles into the denim.

Clark's skin burned beneath his jeans everywhere Lionel touched him, and he had a moment of terror that he might really start to boil inside, his clothes fuse to his body. Being an alien complicated everything, as if he didn't have enough to worry about with the disturbing tightening in his crotch. This was Lex's father, for God's sake. He should be freaking out. He should get the hell out of there, like someone who was at least marginally sane.

But-- Lex's father was-- well, Lex's.

The first touch of Lionel's mouth against his shouldn't have surprised him. He knew it was coming, and he had room to maneuver, to stop it if he wanted. But he couldn't have predicted what the warm-moist feel of breath against his lips would do to him, how he would open up to it like a dew-hungry flower.

There was a noise in the back of Clark's head that sounded suspiciously like those emergency alert warnings on television, but it was oddly easy to ignore. Because Lionel felt so warm and solid, and he smelled like grown-up man things, cologne and cigars and expensive clothes. And then, there was the way he stroked Clark's thigh, his hand moving up and down, ever so slowly, each time skating tantalizingly closer to Clark's swelling groin, making him ache. Lionel's beard tickled a little, but it was softer than he would have imagined. His hot, slick tongue slid confidently over Clark's, nothing at all like the coltish little kisses he'd had from Lana and Chloe. And he tasted like Lex's favorite cognac, and that was almost like--

Clark kissed him back, with enthusiasm.''

See? I told you. Go.
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There's a sequel to this wonderful story, called ``The Indestructible Truth,'' in which Clark and Lex finally get together, although it's not at all what I expected. It picks ups years later and tells the story in flashbacks. And I loved it! It really touched me.

Here's a part I really love:

``At home, Lex is on him before they even make it through the door, kissing ravenously, stringing a line of love bites along his throat. He is always aggressive after an evening spent with his father.

"Bed," he says, eyes shimmering with heat.

"Mmm," Clark says against his mouth.

No matter how many kisses they share, he always wants one more.

"Now." It is Lex's world-domination voice, and Clark's cock leaps respectfully to attention.

This does not escape Lex's notice. He grabs Clark by the arm and manhandles him into bed.

Most times when they make love, it is a slow, gliding tease. Or a sweaty, athletic marathon. But on nights like this, when Lex's primal streak comes out, he gets desperate to be inside Clark, and the sex is fast and searing and frantic. And that's exactly how Clark wants it. Nothing softened or held back. The sheer ferocity of connection that burns everything else away.

Afterwards, Clark holds Lex while he sleeps. He never patrols after these encounters with Lionel. Refuses to leave Lex alone. He already does that too much. And this is their time.''

Hello! *phew* So go read all of Lenore's stories. She's great!

2003-05-14T19:36:00.000-04:00

I am way overdue for an update here, eh? I’ve been reading Smallville fic like candy and I keep writing down the titles and authors of the ones I want to rec but then I just haven’t gotten a chance to get over here and rec them.

First off, I have to tell you about Wendi’s Opposites and Choices series. This is a really funny and well-done future fic that has Clark/Superman sleeping with both Lois and Lex during the same time frame – and he is seriously questioning his sanity. Lex is battling Superman, whom he seemingly does not know is Clark. Meanwhile, Lois knows Clark is sleeping with Lex, but has no idea he’s superman. There is lots of funny dialogue and yummy, yummy sex all around.

Here’s an excerpt from the first story, Eros and Agape:

``Lex needed this night of separation, just as he always did after Superman's feats, when rage burned too hot for Clark's kisses to cool.

It was, Clark reasoned, the perfect time to be covered in the wash of lush, toned curves that was Lois Lane. God she drove Superman crazy. Third person, Clark? Another sign of separating realities, check. Well on his way to insanity, but when it rode on a crest of velvet heat locking around his cock, who really cared so much for being sane?

Clark let them float slowly back to the bed as Lois licked one quivering bicep. She never seemed to tire of making the Man of Steel into putty in her hands. Or under her tongue, and god what a tongue.

Could a person have two soulmates? Clark wasn't sure. Then again, a person wasn't supposed to have two identities, but he did it every day and god, every night. It was a good thing he didn't really need sleep. Between Lex, Lois, and saving the whole goddamned world, he wasn't sure how he would fit it into his schedule.‘’

Part two is Yin and Yang and Part 3 is called Alpha & Omega. You have to read them all. They’re so much fun.
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I loved Zahra’s Fallible Theory, which has loads of Lex angst. Mmmmm. Lex broods about Clark’s lying and accusations and selfishness. He’s had enough. Is Clark too late to change their course?

Here’s an excerpt:

``Shouting is for people who can't control their emotions, and once upon a time, Lex used to get emotional over Clark. Lex is doing his best to forget this. He's doing his best to forget all the times that Clark smiled, and Lex's heart might've stopped. No, Lex doesn't feel the same anymore because that time is past. It's been sufficently repressed, or it will be, so Lex is fine. He can speak in a calm, controlled voice with complete detachment, and when he talks to Clark he talks to the space over Clark's left shoulder.
When Clark comes to visit him, Lex plays Solitaire on his laptop, and when Clark gets upset, Lex doesn't even blink. He allows Clark to yell and scream and accuse him of unspeakable things, because Lex can't bring himself to care anymore. The brilliant arguments he formulates in his head don't matter.

He won't rise to Clark's goading again, and he knows that it's all for the best in the end.

Screaming means that you have something invested.’’

* sniff * Go. Read.
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Jenn, another Smallville goddess, has written an unspeakably beautiful piece of work called Somewhere I Have Never Traveled that you * will * read if you know what’s good for you. It’s sets about a decade into the future and Clark has just used gold kryptonite to get rid of all his powers so he can be human. He gets extremely ill during the process and Lex, Superman’s arch enemy, comes to help him through the crisis. The next thing Clark knows, he’s being publicly and imaginatively courted.

Here’s an excerpt:

``Oh yeah. Slamming down in the wide, offensively comfortable leather chair across from Lex, Clark tries out a glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Sitting." Head cocked, Lex studies him with so much blatancy that Clark feels more underdressed than usual. Almost naked, even. "How are you?"

"Fine, great, and Smallville, by the way, is losing oxygen by the second, what with the denuding of anything floral." Oh, he's petty and really not great at the witticisms. Closing his eyes, Clark takes a deep breath. "Mr. Luthor--"

"Lex." Lex leans both elbows onto the desk, fixing him with a warm, personal look of true interest. The sort of interest that got socialites out of their underwear, managed to get Lois out of hers, and at sixteen, could have peeled the boxers right off of Clark's in the time it took to light a cigar. "Clark. Really. Relax."

"There's a bear by my desk."

Lex's mouth twitches from the practiced smile. The bastard is about to laugh. "Do you like it?"

Clark hadn't really got past the utter humiliation to decide on that. "That's not the point. You can't--" Clark stops. *Can't* isn't a word in Lex's vocabulary. Like *shouldn't* and *couldn't* and *wouldn't*. "Lex, if this is some sort of--I mean--" It just sounded weird. Lex, are you hitting on me? Lex, is this your idea of foreplay? Lex, it's been years and remember the time I broke all your really cool toys and you said you'd cut out my heart? With a Kryptonite spoon?

Taking a breath, Clark braces both feet on the floor.

"No."

"Dinner."

"You do still know the meaning of the word 'no', right?" Thing is, Lex might not. Looking up from beneath his bangs--he really needs a haircut--he watches Lex study him. Like a chessboard, maybe, or a particular area of unclaimed land that needs conquering real damn soon.

Or like--well, like he's looking at Clark, too. Like he sees *him*, not Superman, and Clark doesn't miss the hatred or the anger or the barely checked violence that has always simmered beneath the surface of every one of their encounters for so long that sometimes, Clark thinks that those years in Smallville were some kind of Kryptonite-induced hallucination.’’

It’s long. It’s romantic, and it will make your eyes moist. Have a tissue handy.
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The Good Son by Dolimir is another really wonderful future fic. Clark has pushed Lex irrevocably out of his life and spends most of his time away from Smallville. Lex begins coming around to visit Martha and her daughter and they all become fast friends, until Clark’s return brings up old wounds.

Here’s an excerpt:

`` "Has everyone lost their minds?" Clark raised his hands upward in exasperation then let them drop to his side. "What have you done to them, Luthor?"

"He hasn't done anything." Martha put her hands on her son's chest. Hannah knew her mom couldn't do anything to stop Clark if he was intent on his course of action, but she also knew she was hoping to break through his anger. "Except be a friend."
"I'll be going now." Lex started to reach out to touch Martha, but stopped.

Before he could drop his hand, Martha grabbed it and held it between both of hers. "I'm so sorry, Lex."

"Don't be," he whispered. His gaze briefly flickered to meet Hannah's but dropped when the teen refused to make eye contact with him. "Good-bye, Hannah." His voice held a finality to it which made her look up, but she said nothing, her eyes filling with tears.
"Don't even think about hiding from me, Luthor," Clark said in a menacing tone.

Lex steadily met his gaze. "I'll be at the castle." Lex smiled reassuringly at Martha, brought his other hand up and gently touched her hands, then pulled back and disappeared into the night. ‘’

Lex angst. * sniff * I don’t want to give anything away, but I will say that later Clark finds out something Lex never meant him to. Oh dear God, the angst. How I love it.
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Conditioned by Isagel is an established relationship story and I don’t usually read those but it was recced and I discovered that I * loved * it. Lex is on the phone in his study and Clark is pacing the room waiting for him to finish. As he paces, he does everything in his power to keep Lex’s eyes focused on him. Truly a delight.

Here’s an excerpt:

``Clark was wandering the outskirts of the room now, brief red of glass-tinted sunlight playing on his cheek as he passed the window. Restless need was rolling off him in waves, and Lex felt a sudden urge to just hang up the phone. It had been three days this time, after all, and taking care of Clark's needs had become one of his top priorities over the last few months. It appeared to be part of his protective feelings towards the boy that he could never stand to keep him waiting longer than necessary.

"Yeah. It will have to be next week, before the board meeting." He pulled out his filofax and ran his finger over the appointments in his calendar. Clark had reached the pool table, sliding his hand along the smooth wooden edge as he circled it. "How about Tuesday?"

There was a breath of skin over felt, followed by the click of wood on wood, and this time he did watch openly, because Clark had his back turned, and this was such a lovely view. Clark leaning over the pool table, one hand splayed on its purple surface, the other absently playing with the balls, letting them collide with each other, catching them when they rolled back. Large hand, almost big enough to palm the ball, yet oddly elegant. His farmboy, made for the great outdoors, not the polished interiors of the rich and famous, but looking so perfectly in place, the contrast only enhancing his beauty. Long legs in faded jeans and no flannel shirt today, just a white T-shirt in the summer heat. Curve of broad shoulders wrapped in cotton, muscular back flowing into narrow hips. Tanned arms with massive biceps that didn't really belong on a sixteen-year-old, but spoke of what Clark could do, the strength that was always there when you needed it.’’

Is it warm in here? * g *
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The Delivery Boy and the Billionaire’s Son by Jessica is another fun read. Lex and Clark are avoiding each other after spending a night together – without having sex. They run into other at the Talon and Clark finally decides to break the ice and asks Lex to attend a football game with the gang. They travel in the truck Lex bought for Clark. There’s some wonderful dialogue here.

Here’s an excerpt:

`` "I'm sorry for taking off like that." Clark took a shuffling step backward but kept their eyes locked. Lex had this way if making him nervous and bold at the same time.

"It's okay, Clark. I'm not too good with mornings after myself."

"Oh my God," he groaned. "I took off like a one night stand, didn't I?"

Lex laughed out loud and reached out to grab the hands covering Clark's blush. "It's okay, Clark," he said again. "Sleeping doesn't count. You have to have sex before we call it a one night stand."

"I hope this isn't how the conversations in your head went," laughed Clark.

"No, it isn't," Lex said, pulling him close. "But we were still in bed for most of them. The things you say in bed and the things you say in public are very different, I find."

"Yeah." He sighed, listening to the crowd just around the corner. A cheer went up in the street and Lex's face turned away. It was only a moment but it took Clark back to that night. He reached a hand up and stroked the soft cheek, a touch which brought Lex's attention back to the boy in front of him.

"You know, we still haven't kissed."

Lex smiled. "I know."

But it wasn't going to happen in an alley off Main Street. Standing in Lex's arms only few feet from the crowd, Clark was surprised it had gone this far.’’

* sigh * It just keeps getting better after that.

That’s all for now. Should keep you busy for a bit.

2003-04-25T11:20:00.000-04:00

More Smallville. More, more, more. I’m hooked. Badly hooked. I’m head over heels in love with CLex and I can’t stop. I can’t get enough. I’m going to include recs for one vid and four fics here, so read on if you’re interested.

I’ll start with the vid. It’s called ``Everything.’’ The song is by Lifehouse and the vid is by MizJain. She makes an excellent use of clips and even some really cool slow-motion moments to illustrate her point. She also uses longer clips than I’m used to seeing in vids. There’s a lot of footage from the rescue scene in the pilot episode and a nice lengthy clip of the bowtie scene (as I like to call it) from the season one finale.

The song is so PERFECT for CLex that I am including the lyrics here. So sue me.

Everything
By Lifehouse

Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again

You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fold
You still my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everythiny.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything.. everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

~*~*~

* sigh * Yeah.

On to the fic.

A couple of days ago, Thamiris posted a new CLex fic that had me squealing with joy. Thamiris is my Smallville Goddess. I love everything she writes. Everything, I tell you. I even have this small shrine for her in my home. ;)

Her new story is When a Strawberry is Pushed into a Mountain. It’s a future fic with Clark in college and still madly in love with Lex. I love pining stories. Mmmm. So, Clark has this poetry assignment causing him no end of pain and his good buddy Lex comes to the rescue to help out in more ways than one. Heh. It’s a nice long read and I spent a few pleasurable hours in its company.

This story has some yummy angst, some wicked humor, lots of delicious sex and boys solving problems together! What more could you ask for? Here is an excerpt that made me giggle with delight:

Clark even wrote out a list to organize the possible interpretations of Lex's ambiguous behavior, which he kept hidden in an old Bradbury novel:

1. Lex isn't dual action, just a friendly guy who looks at everyone like they're edible.
2. Lex is dual action, but wants me to make the first move.
3. Lex is dual action, but doesn't like me that way.
4. Lex is dual action, but thinks I'm too young for the closed-door stuff.

Hee!

This part gave my heart a painful squeeze and made me get all teary (*sniff*):

"Something came up, and I had to fly to New York."

"Oh." Clark wondered if the ‘something' had long hair and breasts, and slammed the window shut hard enough to send plaster chips flaking from the wall.

"I'm sorry. We should've talked about this before, about what it meant to me and what it meant to you."

His bed creaked as he threw himself down. "Because those are obviously two very different things."

"Obviously." A pause, and the sound of Lex drinking, murmur of voices in the background. "You feel sorry for someone, especially when it's obvious how they feel about you, and it goes too far for all the wrong reasons."

There was a four-letter word for that. Pity. People used it in Smallville to talk about Jackie Shortall, whose mother drank too much when she was pregnant, so he came out shriveled and slow. Jackie delivered newspapers from a red wagon even when he was forty, wearing a greasy baseball cap and answering, "Yep, that's sure nice," no matter what you said to him. ‘Tall in the body, short in the brain,' Mrs. Goodwin once said to Clark after Jackie came into her store to buy a couple of Twinkies and took fifteen minutes to count out a hundred and ninety-nine pennies.

That was how Lex saw Clark, why Lex let him do those things last night, a sad loser you humored because, like a three-legged puppy, it made him happy. His dry lunch scraped against his stomach, and he didn't know where to put his hands, which itched. All of him felt too warm, like the time when he breathed in the alien spores and nearly died.

Aww. Poor babies. Mixed messages! Confusion! Make it stop! Don’t worry. Thamiris always comes through.

And here’s an excerpt that made me swooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn:

"I like how you look wet, without your clothes. As good as I expected." When a drop of water fell from Clark's hair, trickling down his shoulder, Lex caught it with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth. As he did, his loosely- belted robe slithered further open, and he wore nothing underneath.

"Lex..."

"Don't look at me like that, Clark, or this will be the shortest poetry lesson in the history of pedagogy."

Is it hot in here?
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Another story, I want to rec is Redemption by Joyfulgirl41. This is a very, very clever future fic in which Lex has a young daughter. Clark saves her one day and the two friends are re-united after a few years of estrangement. Lots of anticipation in this one and the writer slowly reveals why the friends went their separate ways.

Here’s an angsty excerpt:

"Why didn't you two ever get together?" Lex asked.

"We did, actually, for a short time in college." Clark said.

"Really?" Lex sounded surprised, "what happened?"

"I was still in love with you," and for one horrible moment Clark thought he had actually said that out loud.

When the expectant look on Lex's face didn't change, he realized he hadn't. So he shrugged, and gave Lex the half-truth "I didn't love her the way I should have, the way she deserved."

Lex nodded his head distractedly; "I know how that goes."

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Destina Fortunato has her own clever future fic entitled Prophet, in which a future Lex Luthor comes back through a time machine to try and undo all the damage he’s caused in the intervening years. Very powerful and very moving. No one wants to listen to Future Lex and I want to shake them all.

Here’s an excerpt:

Clark said his name once more, so quietly, and Lex looked up at Clark through the eyes of knowledge, saw the unconcealed concern in Clark's eyes. He couldn't face it. Once he turned his face away, Clark stilled at his side. His calm translated itself to Lex, made sense in ways his urgent worry did not, so that Lex was finally able to hear again, to understand.
"I'm all right," he said, and winced at the hoarse sound of his voice.

"No, you're not. Let me help."

Oh, and how that ached, to hear it offered so freely, with no strings attached.

Clark cared. He loved.

That was what it was, wasn't it? Love had caused all the trouble to begin with; he remembered that much, at least. He wasn't a man who could sustain love. It would wither and die in his keeping. Taking and taking and taking - he was going to become his father, incapable of giving a damn about anyone else.

Gosh. I’m really picking out all the angsty moments here, aren’t I? I just love angst when it’s done well.

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And finally, last but not least, Just Another Pleasant Smallville Sunday by Ciel, which is very funny story. It starts out with Clark running all over town frantically stopping one disaster after another. In the process, he ends up covered in dirt, cow manure and apple pie. Lex runs into him and offers him a ride, but *only * if he takes off his pants and shoes before getting into the expensive car.

What follows is both funny and hot. Here’s an excerpt:

"I...don't suppose you'd...give me a ride?"

"Cow shit, Clark. In my car?"

"I could take my shoes off."

Lex put an elbow on the car's window frame and slowly stroked his temple before resting his chin on his hand and smiling lazily again. "That leaves your equally-mired pants."

"God, Lex. Drop me off at home with my pants off?"

"Suggest an alternative."

Clark opened his mouth and the words "How about your place?" came out without passing Go, collecting $200, or checking in at Better Judgment Central.

Lex looked thoughtful. "If I remember correctly, the castle has a laundry room. Or I can have the staff beat your jeans to godliness against some rocks. Strip and hop in."

At first Clark wasn't sure he'd heard right. But Lex had that faint challenging look, the one that sort of dared you to think he meant anything...sexy...when he said stuff like that. Clark had never wanted to answer that dare...rather, Clark had never dared answer that dare because what if he was wrong and Lex just sounded that way because he couldn't help but sound seductive, no matter the topic or person addressed, and it wasn't personal at all? Still, it was difficult to see how he could say "strip and hop in" and NOT mean something sexy. So...

Hee! Go read!

2003-04-20T10:20:00.000-04:00

Since my dive into the Smallville fandom, I've been watching a lot of vids. Lots and lots of vids and I figured I should rec some here, even though they're not fanfics. They still tell a story, right?

One of my favorites is More by soappacrates. I'm not expert on vids, but I do know what I like. I like her choice of songs and the clips she uses. ``More'' has a really clip at 1:31 with Lex just really pouring all his emotions into his expression. I don't know what episode it's from since I haven't seen that many yet, but wow, I want to see it. I almost feel like a voyeur watching it. *g* I think I've watched this video at least 30 times and I never get tired of it.

Also by soappacrates, I got a big kick out of ``Huzzah!,'' which has all the Smallville men in various stages of undress. Mmmm. ``You're the One'' is another terrific one. The lyrics are perfect for CLex and, again, the vidder selects really yummy clips to show the emotion between these two adorable men. ``Enter Sandman,'' is a well done Lex/Lionel vid, which makes me at least understand why there is Lex/Lionel slash, even if I don't care to read it.

Another vidder I really like is Bonibaru and my favorite is ``The Different,'' a really great song I'd never heard before. Lots of great clips in this one, including ones where Clark saves Lex. I really like those.``Attitude'' is good but the sound quality of the song is not good. At least not on my computer. Still, some great clips of Lex being Lex. I'd also highly recommend ``Equal Mystery,'' which another perfect CLex song set to really good clips.

I want to recommend ``Here or There'' by Lucia (song by Andy Stochanksy), but I can't find where I got it from. Web searches left me wondering. This one has lots of angsty moments between Lex and all of his co-. I love angst and longing looks and this one has it all, plus great music and lyrics. If anyone knows a link for it, please comment me.

If you have suggestions for other vids I should watch, please commment me.

2003-04-16T17:41:00.000-04:00

I just finished reading Demarcation by Livia and now I must urge you all to go read it. Please! You'll be glad you did.

This is a future fic and Clark and Lex haven't seen each other in about seven years. Clark, as Superman, runs into Lex one night sneaking stealthily through a building. Turns out Lex is investigating some shady goings on in Luthorcorp, so Lex and Clark work together and, of course, eventually fall in love. This story works so beautifully on so many levels that I can't even begin to describe here. You just have to trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong before?

Here's an excerpt that I love:

Lex grinned, delighted. "You want me to call you Lois?"

Clark stuck his tongue in his cheek, then bit it to keep from grinning. "No," he said firmly, "Lois Lane made up that name."

Lex squinted at him. "You don't like it?"

"Well," Clark sighed. "I wouldn't have picked Superman. 'Hi, I read way too much Nietzche as a teenager. Please, look up to me as your ubermensch ideal.'"

"'Suck my cock, I'm Superman.'" Lex imitated Superman's commanding tone so well that it was hardly even funny, and Clark took him by the shoulder and hauled him up to his feet. A weirdly giddy prickle ran up and down his spine as the realization broke over him-- he didn't have to hide his strength. For the first time ever, with a lover-- he still had to be careful, but he didn't have to pretend.

Go. Read!

2003-04-14T10:23:00.000-04:00

Jenn posted a new Smallville story, co-authored by prufrock, and I haven't even finished going through all her existing fanfic yet! What a treat this one is. It's a futurefic with Clark in college. It's Sunday night and Clark is waiting for Lex to stop by for their weekly visit. When Lex is late, Clark tries to convince himself that he doesn't need Lex and he can find other ways to entertain himself. But, then, Lex finally shows up and brings Clark to a strip club. Oh the hijinks that commence. Can you say adorable, stuttering, aroused Clark? You simply must read this. It's called Sparks and boy, is that an understatement.

It's funny, it's sexy, it's hot. Go read. Here's an excerpt to entice you:

Clark takes a bigger drink as the waitress leaves, focusing on the heels currently only inches away at near-eye level. Farther up from that he cannot go. Doesn't want to go. Though those are nice legs in those hose. Thigh highs? That's interesting. And her skin, the color of honey, looks soft. And wow, how does she get that kind of close shave....

He's looking at a woman's -- place.

Clark takes another drink and wonders if the wine will be a good excuse for the fact his face is burning.

"It's all right to look, Clark," Lex says and Clark curses in his head.

It wouldn't kill him to *miss something* one day, Clark thinks bitterly. All Lex does is smirk and drum his fingers on the table.

"It's why we're here," Lex goes on. He gives Clark a Look. "Or more, if you like."

Clark's mouth go automatically dry and God, when did it get so hot? What the *hell* is being an alien good for if he's not even going to be impervious to this sort of shit? And really, he ought to know better because for God's sake, it's *Lex*, one big invitation for wheezing terror and generally inappropriate things smashing into one another with inexplicable grace.

"More," Clark deadpans.

"More," Lex concurs, smiling merrily.

"Are you *trying* to kill me?" Clark demands.

Lex's smile widens, changing into something vaguely challenging. It's a guy thing that Lex has perfected, that way of daring without saying a word, and it's irritating because it works. Taking a breath, Clark gulps down more wine, a little surprised to feel a slight rushing sensation as he sets the -- empty? -- glass down. Grown-up. He can look at live-action naked women. This is fantasy stuff, right? Settling in the leather seat, Clark starts at the silver heels again and starts working his way up.

2003-04-08T20:16:00.000-04:00

It's been way too long since I posted here. I know. Really I do. It's just that I've recently gotten into Smallville fic and I've been reading like a crazy woman. Much too much and much too fast to stop and write about them. I'm addicted! I will tell which authors I'm currently salivating over, though. You must read everything *EVERYTHING* that Thamiris writes in Smallville. The woman is OH MY GOD so fucking good. My favorite story is ``The Rules of Blue,'' which you can read even if you've never seen an episode of Smallville.

Here's an excerpt:

"You had to know about the crush, Lex. Everyone did, even my mom and dad. Pete did, Chloe did, Lana did. Even my ex-girlfriend figured it out. I guess I need you to say it out loud, to tell me why you never did anything about it. It's not fair to ask, but I need...I just want it to be over already. It's like you're always there, even when you're not, and I need you to say it so I can move on."

The conversation had taken a surreal turn, like Dali had stepped in to direct things, and Lex wasn't sure what to say or where to go. "Maybe you could start by saying why you think I didn't do anything. Why I didn't touch you."

The tape recorder broke in Clark's hand, and he threw it down. "Because you knew I was a freak. Because you liked me as a friend, but couldn't stand the idea of touching me, no matter how hard I tried to get you to do it. There was this one time in the summer. It was boiling, and I was wearing these old shorts that were too tight and I was so hard and you just left. You just left."

God, Lex decided, was obviously a sadist. Who had a rule for a world turned upside down?

~*~*~

I've also been going crazy with Te's fic. I loved everything, except the incest stories (but I have this total squick about incest). Her writing is beautiful and breathless and addictive. I don't think I could pick a favorite but I am very fond of ``What I Do Is Me -- For That I Came,'' which was co-written by Jenn. Let me just say this - leather corset and Clark on top. Go. fucking. read. this. Oh, and have a vibrator handy. You're going to need it.

Check out this passage (and I *dare* you not to go read it after this):

Tugging it away from his chest like he thinks Lex has anything left to hide and gasping out some small, needy noise as he traces the rising welts. "Lex. You're so... oh God I have to --"

Brief sucking, promising kiss and Clark's tilting Lex's head back, mouthing his throat and muttering things that may or may not be words, hands *restless* on him, everywhere he's covered.

A fetish is born, Lex thinks, and laughs helplessly, chokes on it when Clark runs his tongue along his collarbone. "Oh fuck, Clark --"

"Don't. God, don't stop me, please --"

"Fuck. *Fuck*. Wouldn't... dream of it Jesus --"

Clark on his knees, nails digging into the leather and he's *staring* at Lex's cock. "You're so *hard*..."

"You... you turn me on so much --" So much truth he wants to bite his own tongue off, but Clark is licking the *leather*, tasting the lower edge of the corset, pressing his tongue hard against it, hard enough that Lex can *feel* it. Pressure and heat and his knees nearly buckle when Clark's hands finally make it down to his ass.

~*~*~
Um, Yeah. ::cough::

Which leads me to Jenn, whom I am still in the process of reading. I've read about 10 of her stories so far and am enjoying them all immensely. ``Feel Everything'' is a yummy one. Here's an excerpt:

"I want to hear you yelling, Lex. Do it." A sharper twist, and he bites down on his lip, only a muffled moan escaping. Clark's laugh is soft and so sure, thinks he knows, and hell, he might.

The next finger's sudden, a stretch-burn that makes Lex wince, and only Clark's hand on his back keeps him down. Held down, forced, and that's the hottest thing yet, the one thing he never thought Clark would have ever learned, ever wanted to. How to *take*.

~*~*~

Mmmmmmmmmm.

2003-03-23T16:16:00.000-05:00

How is it that I missed all these wonderful DS stories by Resonant? I've read pretty much all of her Sentinel fics and loved them, so I can't figure out why I never read the DS stuff. Anyway, thanks to Cesperanza, I found these delicious goodies:

Tilt by Resonant, wherein Ray seduces Fraser with pinball. Yes, that's what I said.

And my single favorite line is this:

"Don't kiss me," Ray said hoarsely. Fraser drew back. "You kiss me, I'm gonna do you in the car, Fraser. I won't have any choice."

Broadway Hotel also by Resonant. Man, oh man. The angst. The ANGST! You can feel it deep in your bones as you read. Check out this passage:

Ray laid his hands on Fraser's shoulders, pleading. "Fraser, I can't, you gotta understand, I can't. I can't do the one because I'm in love with you and I can't do the other because I'm a fucking coward, and don't you dare defend me because it's the goddamned truth!" because at the word 'coward' Fraser had actually straightened up, like he wouldn't take a step for himself but he was always ready to stand up for Ray Kowalski, and Ray felt forty kinds of shit for having that and not being man enough to deserve it.

And even so, when Fraser laid his hands over Ray's, Ray couldn't suppress a shiver of longing.

Fraser leaned forward, so close Ray could feel his breath. "This night," he said, low and intense. "You deny me everything else. Give me that. This night, and tomorrow you can walk away and do whatever you like with the rest of your life."

Oh, the angst. Go. Read. Now.

Last but not least, there is Housekeeping, another wonderful Resonant story in which Ray keeps running up to Canada to rescue Fraser from killers and decimating his cabin in the process. In one scene, he even parachutes in. Hee! De-lightful.

Here's an excerpt:

"I could ... hire a bodyguard, perhaps."

"I don't want you to do that." I looked at him. He looked almost angry.

"I could advertise for a roommate," I said rather weakly, never looking away from the furious intensity of his eyes.

"Don't want you to do that."

His lips were parted, his cheeks slightly flushed. The instinctive caution which usually prevented me from looking at him seemed to be failing me. There was ash in his hair. My eyes went back to his mouth.

"Yeah," he rasped. "I want you to do that."

So I did.

2003-03-13T17:06:00.000-05:00

Here is the third in my series of favorite fanfics. This one is for Due South and these are the stories that I have printed out and/or re-read over and over again. These are all RayK stories.

Due South

How Ray Got His Groove Back by Bone and Aristide - I mentioned this back in my very first entry on this blog, but I have to list it here because it’s the first DS I ever read, so I have to thank Bone and Aristide for doing in one afternoon what Rami had been trying to do for many months - suck me into the fandom.

mark's story, written on the body by Colleen Kane. A wonderful story about Fraser’s childhood buddy, Mark Smithbauer. In this one, Fraser and RayK are already a couple and Mark is with a young teammate named Todd. Todd is one of the sweetest, most fun original characters I have had the pleasure to read.

Here's an excerpt:

``He turned, took a good look at what was on offer. Blond and blue, hard abs and pecs that just begged to be licked. Bright smile, tight jeans... In another time, another life - oh, fuck yeah.

"Sorry, kid. Don’t go getting any ideas into your pretty rookie head."

"No ideas." Todd raised his hands like ‘who, me?’ but grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

"Good." Mark started to turn away again, but Todd moved up fast into his space, scooping a piece of ice out of his drink and slipping it down Mark’s chest. He fought the urge to shiver.

"On the other hand," Todd continued in a low, smoky voice, "what if you take me home, eh? What if you fuck the hell out of me?" ''

Read it here. Also read the rest of Colleen’s stories set in this universe.

Near Wild Heaven series by AuKestral. Starts with Losing My Religion, continues in Sweetness Follows and concludes in Near Wild Heaven. This series may be the best DS story written ever. At least in my humble opinion. It has absolutely everything a reader could want - angst to end all angst, sweet, hot loving, a fascinating plot and it’s a wonderfully long read for a rainy afternoon.

Start with Losing My Religion. Sweetness Follows is here. Near Wild Heaven concludes it. Make sure you have LOTS of free time before starting.

The Attraction Series by Kellie Matthews. Kellie has written so many excellent DS fics, it’s hard to pick one. But this was the first one I read and it holds a special place in my heart. Plus, I’ve read it about a hundred times. The sex in this one gets me seriously hot. We're talking, find-a-quiet-room-where-you-won't-be-disturbed HOT.

Read it here. It starts with Snoop, moves on to Yes, continues through Push (WOW!) and finishes up in Open.

Juggling Act by Speranza - You knew I was going to include a Speranza story, didn’t you? You really can’t lose selecting any of her stories to read, but my personal favorite is Juggling Act, in which RayK and Fraser go undercover at a circus. Hilarity and hot sex ensue. This story really is very clever and well researched. And funny. Did I mention funny? It’s extremely funny. Read it here. While you’re at her site, check out Scrabble and Ping!.

Parental Guidance by Alanna, Starfish and Kass. Three wonderful writers and a fun premise. What more could you ask for? Ray’s parents think he’s gay and that Fraser is his lover. So they invite Fraser and Ray over for dinner. Then Ray starts to figure out what’s going.

Here’s a fun excerpt:

"Fraser. I think we may have trouble here."

"From your mother?"

"No. Yeah. I'm not sure. Listen to this, okay?" He began to pace as he laid out the facts. "She gives me cookies and says they're for both of us, and asks should she call before she comes over in case I'm 'busy' ...."

"What cookies? I don't recall --"

"The oatmeal ones."

"I thought you made those."

"No, I -- what does that have to do with anything? Focus, Fraser."

"Sorry."

"Sheesh. Okay. My dad -- my dad -- makes it a point to tell me he doesn't judge people, which is a complete and total crock. And then the shopping, and now ... and now Sunday dinner."

"I'm afraid I still don't see a problem, Ray."

"Yeah, well, it's all part of a pattern. I just didn't see it until you told me about the interrogation."

Fraser frowned. "A pattern?"

"Yeah. See, she took Stella shopping, too. Gave her the third degree. Made sure she was good enough for her baby."

"Ah. I see. I -- Ray? Your mother thinks ..."

Ray nodded. "My mother thinks we're ... dating."

"Oh, dear."

The sex that follows is quite delicious. Go and read it here.

Want Series by Te. Begins with Want 1: Wet, continues in Want 2: Wednesday, and concludes in Want 3: Hold. Te has a way of cutting through all the crap and getting down to the point. These three stories are short and succinct and very satisfying to read. It has everything from longing to dancing and hot, steamy sex.

Here’s an excerpt from part two:

"I like you in blue."

No more days off, ever.

"Thank you, Ray. You yourself look quite nice in that towel."

Ray blinks, looks down. Pokes gently at the incredibly firm and complex knot. Proof positive his time with Fraser has been profitable... though only if he can actually figure a way *out* of the towel when the time comes.

"Um... sorry about the gratuitous semi-nudity, Frase."

"Oh, it's quite all right."

//How about some just plain nudity then?//

Surface by Kalena. This one is just yummy. Fraser meets a Canadian woman and starts dating her, leaving Ray feeling alone and left out. Fraser starts spending more and more time with his girlfriend and Ray misses him and feels down in the dumps. Then one Monday, Fraser misses their lunch date and Ray finds him depressed at the Consulate, having just broken up with his girlfriend. Fraser tells Ray that the woman broke up with him because he wasn’t all there during their relationship. He admits he doesn’t love her and that he needs something more. Ray presses him and Fraser begins kissing Ray’s fingers. Ray is startled to find he’s turned on. Lots of yummy build up. Delicious sex.

Here’s an excerpt:

``He watched uncomprehendingly as Fraser sank to his knees on the floor next to Ray's feet. For a second he thought Fraser was asking forgiveness and then it was a proposal, and who was gonna wear the dress? 'Cause he didn't look good in white anyway, and there was something about Fraser on his knees that made Ray itch, made him shift uncomfortably on the couch.

One of those broad hands rose up in slow motion toward his face. He reached out to stop it, to ask why, who the hell knew what for, because the next thing he knew Frase had his hand in a gentle grip and pressed a kiss into Ray's palm.

He could feel the scratch of evening beard against his fingers, the faint moisture between the lips on his palm, and Fraser's too-fast pulse thumping his fingertips. Completely thrown, he could only make a funny noise in his throat.

Fraser looked up over the heel of Ray's hand, and Ray'd never seen that look on his face, scared and hungry like a kid out on the street.’’

He'd have given fucking anything to take that look away.

So he didn't move, didn't say anything when Fraser kissed the tips of his fingers, one by one, when his warm breath puffed singing telegrams up the blue vein at the inside of his wrist, or when Fraser carefully bit down on the thick pad of muscle at the base his thumb, a rise and shine for every freakin' nerve he had. This was not buddies, this was way beyond buddies, holy shit, it was two years, and nobody ever sucked on his fingers before.’’

Read it here.

There are certainly many more I should include, but, again, this would never get done if I did.

2003-02-23T11:51:00.000-05:00

Part Two of My Favorite Stories that I love to read over and over again --

Sentinel

Out of Whack by Bone and Aristide - Hands down my single favorite piece of Sentinel fanfic. I read it at least once a week. I love it. I adore. I am crazy about it. Seriously. I am.

While eating at a restaurant, Blair and Jim overhear some of Blair’s ex-lovers talk about his infamous prowess in bed. Blair gets embarrassed and decides to stop dating for awhile. This leads to lots of masturbation by Blair, so Jim can’t sleep. Blair decides he needs to start having sex again but he doesn’t want to use women anymore, so he’s going to date men. Jim says, ``Use me,’’ and what follows is many, many, many pages of mind-blowingly hot, angsty and emotionally fulfilling sex.

Read it here. Make sure to bookmark the page. You *will* be back.

Origin by Kass and Resonant - One of the cleverest premises for a sexual encounter I‘ve ever read. Jim and Blair discuss whether or not Walt Whitman may have been a Sentinel based on the vivid descriptions in his poetry. Then Blair tries an experiment with Jim‘s help. Blair uses a blindfold and tries to let his other senses lead him with Jim‘s guidance. The sexual tension builds up gradually but oh so beautifully. Next thing you know, Blair is touching Jim and all bets are off. Very, very tingly. Read it here.

Midnight Oil by Resonant - A sequel to ``Anoint,’’ that’s even more fun. Jim and Blair are a couple and Blair wants to know what his lover’s fantasies are. Jim says, ``your mouth,’’ and proceeds to give Blair the hottest, wettest, most electric kiss in the history of fanfic. Have you ever read about a kiss that could make you wet? No? Try this.

I love this part:

"Too much, it's too much, Jim," he said, shivering. "I need a minute to recover here, OK? I feel like you, like, rewired my body. Like now every time you hit the remote, the window's gonna open."

It’s In The Hips by alyjude - My favorite alyjude story. Jim and Blair go undercover at a resort to investigate some mysterious accidents that left guest badly injured. Blair plays the part of a dance instructor and Jim is head of security. Turns out, Blair is really quite good at dancing and Jim is impressed at his prowess. The clingy dance clothes he wears don’t hurt either.

An excerpt:

``Blair nodded dumbly, as Jim whispered again,"Do you know how to tongue dance, Teach?" And Jim's hands were on Blair's shoulders, his head sliding and then his lips were on Blair's, forcing them to part, and his tongue dipped in, and Jim's body moved closer, his hips gyrating to beat the band, and all Blair could do was hold on for dear life as his mouth was thoroughly kissed and his tongue was waltzed, woo'ed, and tied up.

At the bar, Stuart, Ben and Kyle watched, smiling gleefully. Kyle gave a little chuckle and said, "And down goes another het, man, we are going to take over the world at this rate!" And the three men high five'd each other. ‘’

Read it here.

Cloud Mountain by Lemon Drop - Jim and Blair vacation at an old house in the woods owned by friends of Naomi‘s. She leaves the boys alone after a couple of days and while they are there, they wander through some of the old rooms. Jim find old bottles of potions in the reading room, which he later shares with Blair. When they sniff the bottles, they have mystical visions of the past, present and future. One vision of the future has the two of them making love. Very intriguing!

An excerpt I love:

``For long minutes more they kissed, reclining on the sofa, Blair draped over Jim's legs.. Blair finally said, "When we saw the, the vision or whatever, we were, uh," his blush deepened. "We were in bed."

Jim grinned at him. "Bonking like bunnies."

"Maybe you bonk like a bunny. I bonk like fucking King Kong."

Jim burst into laughter. "That make me Fay Wray?"

"You don't look very Fay."

Jim raised his eyebrows. "You're sittin' in my lap; we're kissing; we're dreaming of, uh, I don't know. Whatever. Don't you think that's a little fey?"

"Shut up and kiss me. Kin me." ‘’

Read it here.

Words Spoken in Winter by Grit Kitty. Blair’s dating a sexy woman, who also finds herself attracted to Jim and wants them to have a threesome. Hot, hot, HOT. I love the tension between the guys. They so want each other, but are not quite ready to admit it when this thing begins. The descriptions of them touching just spark with electricity. I re-read this one almost as much as ``Out of Whack.’’

Here’s an excerpt:

``Jim groaned. Blair looked up, met his eyes, felt the breathless mote of anticipation before a universe-shattering big bang. Jim's lips moved, a scarcely heard puff of air blowing gently on Blair's face as the lips came together, the tongue came forward, and Jim softly said, "Blair."

Jim's naked passion burned Blair, bore him up, humbled him. Blair's dick surged in Ginger's two-fisted grip, turned impossibly harder by the blue stare burning into him. Jim stared hard at him, never losing his place on Blair's face while he hurled himself into Ginger faster and harder as if he could drill right through her and reach Blair. He appeared focused, but his helpless gaze seemed to plead for something; Blair boldly reached down, feeling Jim's cock rear and plunge into Ginger's dripping flesh and pressed his fingers into Jim's hot, slippery skin, sliding over it. He hunched down, losing a few hairs as Jim's hand didn't follow quickly enough, fumbled until he could extend sufficiently far to cup Jim's balls as he thrust forward, rolling them with a gentle squeeze, never once pausing the nasty dance of his fingers in Ginger's slit. ‘’

Read it here.

The Powers of Nature by DannyD. Short, sweet and sexy. Blair gets a bee sting in his upper thigh. Jim has to take it out. Blair gets hard. Use your imagination for the rest.

Here’s an excerpt:

``The Sentinel spread another glob of gel on his hand and worked it into the tender flesh. "The swelling should go down soon," he said, kneading a little bit firmer. I love touching you there, Chief, Jim thought, lingering longer than necessary on each spot.

"You'd make a great masseur," Blair sighed, spreading his legs wider to give him more room. Jim's fingers felt great. Slick with the cooling gel, they effortlessly slid over his flesh. Blair opened his eyes and looked down at himself, observing the journey Jim's fingers took. Jim's hands... close to his cock... touching him... caressing him... giving comfort and soothing his pain. Like a good friend like him would do.’’

Read it here.

Lie Perdu by Sihaya Black. Blair gets a call to rescue Jim at a hotel. When he arrives, he finds Jim in bondage and attached to sex toys. Fun. He has to help him out of his predicament, which leads to a long chat about sex and sexual preferences.

Here’s an excerpt:

``Jim had been with a guy tonight. Jim had allowed himself to be tied up. Jim had permitted this guy to use those things on and in him. And he'd enjoyed it, at least at first. Collapsing onto the couch, Blair stared out the balcony windows, trying desperately to bring his mental image of Jim into focus. It kept shimmering and breaking apart like a mirage in the heat, and he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, make it become again that rock-solid construct he had prided himself on understanding.

He berated himself for his foolishness, his hubris, his damnable assurance that he, Blair Sandburg, was the only person in the universe who had cracked open the tough nut that was James Joseph Ellison and knew what lay inside that unyielding exterior. What a crock. He didn't know shit about his partner.

But, and the strength of his desire shocked him, he wanted to know everything about Jim. He wanted to lay his partner's mind and soul bare, as bare as his...

No.

He pushed the thought out of his mind as he adjusted his swelling erection, glaring at his groin. Get a grip, Sandburg. That was no way to repay Jim's friendship and trust. But he wasn't going to ever forget the intimacy they had shared, however reluctantly, tonight. He couldn't - it was permanently scorched into his brain and heart. ‘’

Read it here.

Not Exactly Funny by Helen. I *love* Helen’s stories. Every single last one of them. And it was torturous to pick just one. I have all of her stories printed out and I read them over and over and over again. She is probably the writer I read the most. I love her wit and her sarcasm. I love her snarky, angry Blair. I love her angst. And I love the way she creates such a joyous, emotional connection between our boys each and every time.

Here is an excerpt from Not Exactly Funny:

“ “You wanna fuck me, right?" Blair muttered against Jim's lips.

"Yeah. I mean, if that's okay."

"It's like you save up all your politeness for sex," Blair said.

"The sarcasm's screwing with the mood a little here."

"It's just, you could try being oh," he said, because Jim had given up and knelt down and started licking his cock, right there in the living room. "I gotta sit down, I'm. I'll fall or." And Jim caught him and lowered him down and knelt between his legs and slid his mouth back over the head of Blair's cock. Hands stroked across his stomach and thigh and Jim sucked him and let him shake and moan and scrub his shoulders against the rug, slid a warm hand beneath the tense arch of his back when he came.

"Okay. rugburn," Blair said, some minutes later.

"You wanna go upstairs?"

"Do you wanna go upstairs?"

"I'm not the one squirming all over the rug." Jim pointed out. “

Read it here. But please go and read the rest of her stories at the 852 archive, too.

Nothing On by Francesca, who has written tons of wonderful TS fic, so it’s to pick just one. Jim and Blair are watching t.v. one evening, but there’s nothing. They’re bored. So they decide to grope each on the couch. Too fucking cute. More making out on subsequent nights ensues, followed by really, scorching sex. So hot it makes my stomach feel all funny. Please read this. You won’t be sorry. And then you’ll have to read all the rest of Francesca’s stuff if you haven’t already.

Here’s an excerpt:

`` And then suddenly Jim stopped and muttered, roughly, "You want it, don't you?"

"Yeah," Blair gasped in reply.

"You want it," Jim repeated, pushing Blair flat down on his back and Blair hissed, "Yeah. Yeah. I want it," and then Jim was tearing at the buttons of Blair's jeans, yanking them down over his hips. "I want it, I want you," Blair whispered breathlessly, and then for the first time Jim's warm hand was on his cock, actually on his cock, he was bare and naked in Jim's hand, and he was lying there on the sofa with nothing on and Jim was above him, kissing him gently and masturbating him furiously. ‘’

Find it here.

Some Enchanted Leavening by Pares. Where do I begin to tell you how much I love Pares’ stories? I don’t have a clue, but this is my favorite one. Blair brews a special beer, which is supposed to give him temporary sentinel-like abilities. When it fails to work, he shares some with Jim, who is affected. While he’s helping Jim deal with this sensory attack, they boys get close and comfy and one thing leads to another.

Here’s an excerpt:

``I can barely make him out in the dark. This time, he's a little wild when he kisses me, and I can feel his erection dig into my belly.

"Oh, man, I'm gonna *lose* it if you don't stop kissing me like that--"

"That's kinda the idea, Sandburg," he growls, and then he grinds against me and lets out a choking little gasp. He's got his tongue in my ear, and I'm halfway between giggling like a cheerleader and blowing my wad like a kid. I split the difference, bite my lip and moan.‘’

Find it here.

Long Time Looking by Anna S., another consummate TS writer. In this one, Jim overhears someone referring to Blair as his ``fuckbuddy.’’ Blair forces Jim to reveal what he’s heard. Awkward moments follow and then Jim decides to go for it and kisses Blair. A yummy gropefest follows.

Here’s an excerpt:

```Endorphins feathered through Jim's body, melting him from the inside even as muscles tensed with the effort of deferral. His balls were already drawing up, his cock growing heavier with bloodswell. Blair was making small humming sounds, a sort of croon broken erratically by his labored breaths. It was a sweet sound and it made Jim crazy. He kissed the side of Blair's face, back downwards to his mouth. He let Blair do the work of stroking them both, because he was doing it good, so good; his fingers had no calluses, but dry threads at each joint and a tiny roughness of skin that dragged over Jim like sandpaper. It almost hurt; if he hadn't been so grateful and so close he might have snarled, but instead he lunged forward with the finish in sight, seizing Blair's kiss harder just as Blair pulled his hand away to grab a hold of Jim's shirt, nothing between them now except inevitable friction, every lustful thought Jim ever had reduced to this rude naked uprising.

Find the link on Anna‘s page.

Life Lived as a Mentos Commercial by Mallory Klohn, is, hands down, *the* funniest fanfic story I have ever, ever read. Oh my God. I laugh every time I read this. Over and over and over again. This story actually has more in common with the movie ``Groundhog Day’’ than a Mentos commercial. Jim keeps reliving the same day over and over again until he gets it right. This story should go in a TS fanfic hall of fame, if they ever had such a thing.

Here’s an excerpt:

"It's none of my business."

"It is," he said, following Jim up the stairs. "You're my partner, you're my roommate, you're my best friend, you're--"

"I'm God, Sandburg" Jim cut in. "That's why I sleep upstairs and wash my sheets every Sunday. You sleep downstairs," he said, looking pointedly at the foot of the stairs, "and just buy new sheets whenever Sears has a White Sale. You, Sandburg," he said, poking Blair in the chest, "are Satan."

"I prefer 'Beelzebub,'" he smirked.

"Every criminal has an alias. Now go away."

"I need to know you're okay with this," he said, meeting Jim's eyes.

Like the man said: I'm pretty fucking far from okay. "I'm fine. I'm great. I'm relieved, in fact. After three years of Sandburg's Bimbos On Parade, I was beginning to think you were flighty."

Blair examined him. Standing so close to him, thoroughly disinfected, he was impossible to resist. And it must have shown on Jim's face, because Blair enveloped him in a bear hug before he had a chance to back away. "I love you, man."

"Yeah, well, bring on the pork rinds, Sandburg, I think we're having a sharing moment."

Read the story here.

Masquerade by Afropuff - Jim is invited to a masquerade party, where partners can match up for strings-free sex. The only catch is you have to keep your mask on and you can’t reveal your name. Jim is doubtful that he will find anyone but he goes and he hears Blair laughing across the room. He approaches him and they both agree to find a quiet room. Hot, yummy sex follows.

Here’s an excerpt:

"How about you? What do you want?" Blair continued, stepping close and putting his hands on the desk on either side of Jim's hips.

Jim hesitated, but not because he didn't know the answer - he'd known the answer since the day he met Blair. He licked his lips and swallowed, his mouth dry and his voice hoarse, but his eyes steady, looking directly into Blair's. "Your mouth. I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck me off."

He felt lightheaded after the admission. Part of him wanted to get the hell out of that room and out of the whole bizarre scenario. He'd never done anything that felt so depraved. There he was in a small, locked room, having snuck away from a party he'd been invited to by a friend. But then, he knew full well what he was getting into and knew also that Greg wasn't exactly going to be concerned about him. For all he knew about the rooms and what they were for, he never actually expected to be in one. He fought with himself to relax, to realize that he was a grown man with another consenting adult. No big thing. But this wasn't just any adult, was it? It was all well and good to hide behind the facades, have sex under false pretenses, but what would happen when they got home? He didn't know. At that moment, though, his heart was racing and Blair was smiling and licking his lips and things were about to get well and truly underway.

Read it here.

There’s so many more that I love just as much, but this has already taken me way longer to complete than I planned, so I am going to stop here.

2003-02-21T16:09:00.000-05:00

Kat has finished a lengthy Due South story, called The End of the Road, which examines the Fraser/RayK relationship in a realistic and heartbreaking way. It's a long story, but well worth the time I invested. I started reading late one morning and spent almost the rest of the day (with the exception of eating breaks) attached to the screen.

The language is gorgeous and lush. And she captures the boys' voices so incredibly well. Here's an excerpt:

``Out of all that blur of days, the one thing I do remember, with utter clarity, is the morning that we set off. The dogs, pulling hard in their leads and yodeling happily; the snowfields, lying pure and open ahead of us; the sun, rising golden over the mountains; Ray, in front of me, on the sled, eager for whatever would come next, eager to leap into it with me. All the vast skein of life's possibilities, his and mine, spinning together to this one moment, our lives wrapped into a single steel strand, fusing us in hope and joy, pulling us into the future, together.

I don't think much about my death, but I hope that, whenever and however it comes, that is the last memory I have, the last image to hold in my mind as I leave this world forever, that one clear moment of earthly perfection.''

Is that not beautiful? Man, does she have a way with words.

The love story is beautiful, touching, painful and heartbreaking. She leads the boys where they inevitably have to go and she makes us enjoy the ride. Thank you, Kat, for a few blissful hours of reading.

2003-01-25T10:21:00.000-05:00

I started out a few days ago with the intention of writing a list of my favorite fanfics in each of my three fandoms. I was going to list the stories I printed out or re-read over and over again. This project is taking a LOT longer than I thought. So I'm going to do it one fandom at a time.

I will start with ``Oz'' since that is my first fandom and I am still very active in it. The stories on this list have a special place in my heart. I have printed out some or all of these stories and love to pick them up from time to time and re-read them. I was going to include Works in Progress (WIPs) but I changed my mind. There are far too many that I love; especially in the Oz fandom and I’d never get this list done. Plus, I know that some people don't like to read WIPs. So here goes:

Oz

Rough Trade by Dargelos - My favorite BK novel, this story has everything, everything you need for a long night of reading. Be warned - if you start reading this, you will NOT be able to stop. You will stay up all night until your eyes are bleeding so you can finish it. And it’s well worth the effort. It’s an AU written from Toby’s POV and has BDSM, vampires, scorching hot sex and extreme devotion. *sigh* Start here and go back to the index for the rest of the chapters.

Collision by Gemma - A pre-Oz encounter between our favorite boys. You don’t even need to know anything about Oz to appreciate this one. Just two yummy men who happen to bump into other and sparks fly. Gemma has this way with language that is just mesmirizing. It’s hard to describe, so I’ll just let you read an excerpt for yourself:

``He grinned again, wider this time, as their eyes locked tight: Dark on blue, exchanging sparks. A palpable charge, full-frontal. And--
--*mutual*, by God. As that mounting blush, seeping up from the Yuppie's tie-choked collar, seemed to testify.’’

To read it, go here.

Limbo by Ramius - An amazing look at what goes on in Chris Keller’s head as he deals with his isolation in Cedar Junction. Very raw but most definitely worth reading. You can find it here.

Fall to Grace by Sparky McCoy - Oh my is this a clever one. I can’t even tell you anything about it because I don’t want to give it away in case you haven’t read it. Just trust me. Go and read it. It’s so fucking clever. Find it here.

Motherfucking Phrophetic Shit: Augury by Shug and El - What would happen if Toby had found out about Operation Toby before that fateful day in the gym? Shug and El do a great job exploring this idea. Go read it here.

In the Dark by Kristen. An intriguing encounter between a sick Beecher and an anonymous prisoner. Find it here.

Advocacy by Star. A wonderful story about Beecher getting paroled and helping Chris appeal his sentence. Here’s my favorite excerpt:
``Catching his breath while Chris leaned back in his chair, lasciviously licking his lips, Toby blinked hard a few times to bring the world back into focus. Chris ran his thumb across Toby's lips, gently wiping away the blood. "Oh baby... if you do get me out of here, the first thing I'm gonna do is take you someplace private so that I can fuck you 'til you scream."
Toby shivered at the combination of love and lust in Chris's voice and had to clear his throat before answering. "Nice motivational tool. I'll have to remember to try that on my assistant," he said, pulling Chris's tank to the side and attaching himself to one peaked nipple.’’

Read it here. Read the sequel, ``Release’’ on the same page.

Emptiness by Catheights. An amazing look inside Chris’ and Toby’s heads during their separation in Season 4. Cat manages to nail these two characters so amazingly well. She also writes paragraph after paragraph of internal thought without missing a beat and without losing the reader. Lots of sweet, sweet angst in this one.

An excerpt: ``Chris's jaw clenched, and a knuckle cracked as behind his head, his hands crushed into each other. With his eyes squeezed shut, Chris could feel Toby's arm in his as he twisted it until he could feel it break. He could hear Toby's cries; see the anger and betrayal on his face. This was one memory that he had never tried to lock away; he deserved to remember what he had done. He had relived it in his dreams every night that Toby had been in the infirmary his broken bones healing, and it had continued to haunt his dreams even after that, at least until he had believed Toby had forgiven him. Only then had he been able to let it go, but that memory of his betrayal had recently returned to his dreams, disturbing the few hours he slept. Maybe he shouldn't have even briefly let go of that memory. It would have made him realize that what he had done could never be forgiven.’’

Read it here.

Wounds by Dorilon. This is one of the first Oz stories I ever read and it stayed with me for a long time. It's raw and full of angst and passion. Read it here. My favorite part is:

``He leans back and looks at me, waiting. It's his way of making it clear that nobody's forcing anybody, we're both guilty and we're both innocent, we're judge and jury and jailed. Sometimes at this moment I'll smile at him. Sometimes I'll reach out and draw him to me, and other times I'll simply nod my head and grant silent permission. But he waits for some gesture, each and every time.''

She just captures these guys so fucking well. Read everything she's written. That's an order! *g*

This list is far from complete. There are so many stories that I love but I just don't have time to include them all. Plus, I didn't include all the Oz fics I already recced on this blog.

Next up: the Sentinel.

2003-01-19T11:21:00.000-05:00

I've been working on this long post and accidentally posted part of it here this morning. Sorry for the confusion. Hope to have it up soon.

2003-01-16T18:49:00.000-05:00

I just read Spyke's Mirror-Image today. Wow. What a wild ride. I don't even know how to describe this story but I loved it. There is angst aplenty on the part of both Jim and Blair but Spyke, whom I've never read before, takes a whole new approach the likes of which I have rarely seen. I need to give you an example because there's no other way to get my point across.

``Blair is passive as Jim pulls him back, pushing him against the wall, not roughly, but to hold him there. And Jim breathes unsteadily, looking into his friend's eyes, clear and blue, charting the planes of the face, jaw steady, not overtly stiff, expression neutral, everything, in fact, everything in perfect order and untroubled as though the woman dead at Maple East was not or had never been Blair's date for an evening or even - if Jim smells correctly and nauseatingly - his enthusiastic and generous partner in bed.''

Spyke writes the story in present tense but she also has this wonderful way of keeping you guessing exactly where Jim and Blair's relationship is at any given point. It makes you *need* to read more. There's dreams and mysticism and panthers and intense connections and love and lust and you really just have to go read this to fully understand what I'm talking about.

One more excerpt. If this doesn't get you, nothing will.

``But Blair is grinning, pressing kisses up and down the column of Jim's spine as he complies, and from then on it's easier, it takes the rhythm of poetry again, of something rare and wonderful, and maybe even beautiful and it helps that Blair has found his voice, that Blair is speaking to him in the tone of husky need that he recognizes now as Blair's 'Guide' tone in a different context.
Make that the right context, because this is the voice, this is the rhythm that he wants to hear for the rest of his life, and as he relaxes into the tone, the flow of the words, he smiles, feeling and hearing his need echoed.''

It's almost like poetry or music. Go read.

2003-01-14T16:27:00.000-05:00

I just finished Colleen's wonderful new Due South story, ``todd's story, written on the bones.'' It's a sequel to ``mark's story, written on the body,'' about Fraser's childhood friend, Mark Smithbauer from an episode entitled ``The Blue Line.'' Read them both here. I've been waiting to read this sequel for awhile. It was totally worth the wait.

I love Todd and Mark. I love them together. Todd is a new character created by Colleen and she does a great job making us care about him. I love Todd so much that I ``found'' my own Todd when I was on vacation in Michigan last summer. He was a clerk at the hotel where I was staying. He was gorgeous, blond and in his early 20s. Whenever I read about Todd, I picture that clerk.

Todd's story deals with the aftermath of Mark's decision to retire from hockey. Mark asks Todd to move in with him, which brings new problems. The story is nicely told and flows smoothly. Colleen also does a great job of characterization. The sex is playful and full of emotion. The reader can really feel the bond between these two. Here's an excerpt:
~*~*~
``Sometime later they land back in bed, tuck in warmly under the covers. Mark falls asleep almost instantly, some of the pain behind him for a while. Todd lies on his side, watches Mark's chest rise and fall. Wonders how he ever lived without this, what he would do if it ever… were lost. It's nearing dawn when Mark rolls over, hands reaching out blindly in his sleep. When he tugs Todd to him, burying his face in Todd's neck with a contented sigh, it's comfort enough against the future.''
~*~*~
I love, love, love the ending, which I will not reveal here. It's emotional without being sappy.

2003-01-13T08:05:00.000-05:00

Mav's Oz story, which I recommended on Jan. 6th, Stay, is now on a website! Go. Read.

2003-01-12T18:29:00.000-05:00

I just finished reading Kellie's latest Due South Fic, Scotch Courage, in which Ray gets drunk and Fraser has to drive him home. The drink has made Ray frisky and brave, so he makes a move on Fraser, who declines to participate until Ray is sober.

Here's a fun excerpt:
~*~*~*
"Perhaps you'd like to . . . move?" Fraser prompted.

Ray thought about that for a moment, and then he moved.

Fraser gasped. That hadn't exactly been the sort of moving he'd meant. "Ray . . ." his voice sounded like he'd been stranded in the desert for days.

"Mmm," Ray said. "Moving's good." He moved a little more.

Moving was good. Very good. More than good. Fraser closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and tried to think of something. . . anything. . . to distract himself. Nothing worked. Nothing at all. God. He had to stop this. "Ray, you're drunk," he managed.
~*~*~

While you're at Kellie's page, read her other fic. She's a great writer.

2003-01-12T11:04:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, I re-read Josephine Darcy's Woods Forsaken, which I first read almost a year ago. I love this story and am surprised that I don't find it on many rec pages, so I decided to add it here. In the story, Blair has to go to Germany for an Uncle's funeral. Jim goes with him, but senses right away that something is not right.

Their first night in Germany, there is a dinner party at the dead Uncle's house and everyone eats soup that is laced with some kind of drug that causes people to become uninhibited. Jim wanders through the party looking for Blair and finds him making out with his cousin, Tristan (son of the dead Uncle) and he seems to be under some sort of spell. Jim feels possessive of Blair and spirits him away, only to find himself sexually drawn to Blair. She writes:

``It was too much for Jim. The heat he now knew was desire, and the painful ache in his groin had nothing to do with the wild, near naked strangers behind him. He surged forward and caught Blair's mouth with his own, swallowing Blair's laughter, forcing Blair to open to him, forcing his tongue inside that hot sweet cavern. He heard Blair moan, and he forced the kiss deeper still, devouring Blair's mouth, mating with him with lips alone. An no kiss had ever been so sweet, so hot, so desperately craved and Jim growled with hunger, and rage, and pain, wanting it all, wanting everything, unable to move fast enough, unable to claim and possess enough.''

The story gets better and better as Jim tries to unravel why Blair's cousin and this place have such a hold over Blair. There are wild wolves and more frantic kisses and couplings. It's a whirlwind ride and amazingly fun to read.

I also re-read several of Helen's Sentinel stories yesterday. Unfortunately, her web page is gone (again) and I can't seem to find a new one. Still, her stuff is archived at 852 Prospect (the link is in left hand column) and I would recommend starting with Not Exactly Funny, in which both Jim and Blair both get amnesia and somehow decide they are a couple and start having really hot sex. Helen is a master of dialogue that both sounds realistic and is extremely funny.

Here's some of Helen's dialogue:
~*~*~*~
"You were married, man. I don't--"
"Yeah, and now I'm living with a grad student six years younger than me who follows me around everywhere I go, who apparently does my grocery shopping who, you know, looks like you."
"You saying I look gay? That's not very--"
"No, Jeez, Sandburg, I'm just saying, you know."
"Look. The Blair that knows who the hell you are might have some inkling of what you mean by 'you know'. Although I doubt it, actually, seeing as I'm not clairvoyant. But I really have no idea what you're talking about."
"You look. hmn," Jim winced and said, "I like the way you look."
"Yeah?" Blair smiled.
"And I guess," Jim went on, "I think unless there were some really good reasons not to. I would have made a pass at you."
"And I live here. Which would indicate a pass made and accepted."
~*~*~*

She's also really good at showing Blair's angry side, which is rare in TS fanfic. Read everything she's written.

2003-01-06T10:44:00.000-05:00

Two cool new Oz fics. Unfortunately, one is not archived anywhere yet. It's Maverick's ``Stay,'' an angsty look at what goes on inside Keller's head as he recovers from Claire's beating and missing his Sweet Babbo. *sob* You can read it on the Oz fanfic only list -- TSXF on yahoo groups.

The other is CatHeight's Internal Monologue. a look inside Toby's head as he tries to tell Chris how he feels about Katherine. I'm always amazed at Cat's ability to write graph after graph of internal thoughts with no dialogue break and still make it fascinating to read. While you're there, read Cat's other fic. Lots of good stuff.

2003-01-04T15:17:00.000-05:00

I'm adding a comments thingy just in case anyone feels the urgent need to share something. Or in case someone wants to recommend some for ME to read. I'll happily read any and all suggestions. I live for recs.

2003-01-04T10:37:00.000-05:00

Dargie remarked that I need to start reading Hard Core Logo fic, which reminded me that I had read some but not in awhile. As Rami can tell you, I hated HCL the first time I saw it. It left a really bad taste in my mouth for about a year. Then she introduced me to Due South and I became a total CKR freak, which led me to read any DS fic I could get my hands on. Then I watched HCL again and had an epiphany! So I started to read some HCL fic. Of course, I read dargie's HCL fic. You just can't go wrong with anything dargie's written. She's one of the masters. Seriously. If you don't know this already, then you're either brand new to slash fic or you've got your head in the sand.

I also read Kellie's Northern Comfort, which pairs Billy with Fraser - quite convincingly, I might add. Go read it if you don't believe me. So I will keep an eye open for good HCL fic, too. Thanks for reminding me, dargie!

2003-01-03T18:13:00.000-05:00

Rowan did put ``Cells'' up on her site. Yay! You can read it here.

2003-01-03T17:59:00.000-05:00

I finally finished Rowan's Shell Game 1: The Switcheroo, which is a series of vignettes corresponding to canon episodes with a nice build up of emotion between Fraser and Ray. I am especially fond of the scene set during ``Mountie on the Bounty,'' where Rowan gets into Ray's head and let's us see everything he's feeling.

When the boys finally do admit their feelings for each other in Shell Game 11: Misdirection, after the Beth Botrelle incident, Rowan once again does beautiful things with words. Here's one of my favorite parts --

"Ray—"
My name again, but breathless and broken. Something about the sound makes me glance up and… Oh, man. I knew he'd be beautiful, but I wasn't prepared for this. What he'd really look like, all stretched out and strong, muscles tensed, sweating and flushed, eyes closed tight, his breath coming in ragged pants now. And what's really amazing is I know just where he's at, trembling on the edge, so, so close.
--

Mmmmmmm. Can you beat that?

And from Shell Game 2.75 --

``Fraser's wild orgasm tears away whatever shred of sanity and control I have, and all that's left is an animal. A fucking animal, ramming into him, over and over, following some blind drive to bury myself, plant my load deep and hard.''

How does she manage to use the same words everyone else has at their disposal and still manage to make it sound new and exciting? I don't have a clue, but yum. Fucking yum.

What are you still doing here? Go. Read!

2003-01-02T10:04:00.000-05:00

Two days in a row with entries! I'm on a roll here. Last night, I read two really good Due South stories by Rowan -- ``The Delivery'' and ``Moving.'' I could just kick myself for not reading her stuff before this because I've had a link to her homepage on my computer for months thanks to Rami. What is wrong with me?!

The Delivery is a short but fun piece from Stella's POV. She goes over to Ray's house to bring him something, only to find him...well...you know, busy with a certain gorgeous Mountie. Here's my favorite part -- ``Instead, Fraser seemed utterly at home here in Ray's apartment. And standing there in the living room, bare chested, with a lock of his glossy dark hair curling defiantly over his forehead, he was quite possibly the most decadently beautiful thing Stella had ever seen. And this was Ray's lover.''

Whoa. Is it hot in here? I think so.

In ``Moving,'' Ray helps Fraser move out of the Consulate into a new apartment. They talk, they argue, they do the angst thing - so damn beautifully, too, I might add. And then, Fraser kisses Ray. Awkwardness ensues but they get over that, (You knew they would) but after some more angst. I love angst. Angst makes a first-time story worth reading if you ask me. Actually, most love stories are enhanced with a little angst, I say.

So I wake up this morning and start reading Rowan's ``Shell Game 1:The Switcheroo,'' totally happy to have more of her stuff to read. Then I go check my mail and find a brand, spanking new ``Oz'' story by Rowan. I'm totally in heaven here this morning! What a treat. The Oz story is called ``Cells'' and it was on my Oz list. Don't know when she'll be posting it on her page, but you should keep checking back.

Time to go finish up Shell Game 1. More later.

2003-01-01T16:05:00.000-05:00

Lots to catch up on. I've been doing a LOT of reading in the last few days, but have been forgetting to post my favorites here.

Let's start with Rowan's wonderful Oz piece Jailbait, which tells the story of a young Chris Keller as he arrives at Lardner and becomes Vern's prag. This is Rowan's first Oz piece and she does a great job. The story is true to character and makes for an interesting study of Vern Schillinger as a young man of 30.

Another piece worth reading in Institutionalized is Dirty by Actizera, another new Oz writer. This one is raunchy and fun.

Amongst new Sentinel pieces, I really enjoyed Linda's Talking About It, a short PWP with Jim and Blair as an established couple. Blair is ever so tired but Jim has other ideas than sleep. Yum.

I also enjoyed Cinel's Wet Skin, a short piece that has Jim helping Blair work out those sore muscles. Very erotic.

That's all for now.

2002-12-29T09:30:00.000-05:00

I just read a really wonderful ``Oz'' story. It's the first time in a long time I've even read a new Oz story, never mind got excited about one. It's called ``Big Yellow Taxi'' by Dargelos and you can read it in Institutionalized, a new Oz e-zine edited by the talented and wonderful Rowan and Gemma. There are lots of other great stories in this issue, too. So Go! Read! You'll be glad you did.

2002-12-22T17:17:00.000-05:00

Finally! Jeez. It's been awhile. I guess I started this blog too close to the holidays because I have not had time to read *any* new fanfic since I started this thing and that's highly unusual. But today, I found a Sentinel gem. The Body Thief by Russet McMillan. It's loosely based on Anne Rice's The Tale of the Body Thief. Jim finds himself recovering from a gunshot wound in a woman's body. When he tries to find out what happened to his own body, he finds a killer inside. Very intriguing. It's a long story, but well worth the read.

Although it's not new to me, I also wanted to recommend Behind the Storm We Feel by Lyrica. It's an absolutely stunning story and one of my personal favorite Sentinel fanfics. Lyrica is a very vivid writer and you can fairly feel each emotion. This story takes place during the ``Storm Warning'' episode, when Jim and Blair are at the lighthouse visiting Rucker Ellison. It's full of emotion. It's bold and it's hoooooooootttttttttt!

Here is one my favorite lines from this fantastic story: ``Who'd have thought it, that Blair would be the demure one while he was brazen and whorish in his arousal?'' Hee! Go. Read. You won't be disappointed.

I highly recommend reading all of Lyrica's fic, even the X-Files stuff and I *never* read X-Files fanfic. Lyrica is an expert on hot monkey love between men. She even got me going with some Scully-Skinner pairings.

2002-12-04T19:27:00.000-05:00

Welcome to my slash fanfic recs blog. Others are doing it, so I figured, why not? I had been thinking about adding a recs list to my webpage, but this seemed so much easier. So there you have it. I have nothing new to recommend at this point as I haven't read much fanfic in the past month. I was too busy trying to write my novel for nanowrimo.org. Now that I have some more free time, I can do fun stuff like this!

Let me leave you with this old recommendation -- How Ray Got His Groove Back, which I have read and re-read more than any other piece of fanfic. If you're a Due South fan, you've already read it. If you're not a Due South fan and you even attempt to read this story, you will be hooked. I promise you. It happened to me, just like that *snaps fingers* after months of resisting. I have Bone and Mairead Triste to thank for that. Rami, too, for sending me the link.