You & I Are ____, Supple

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Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: You & I Are ____.
Authors: pearl_o, on LJ pearl_o and Nifra Idril, on LJ nifra_idril
Characters: Fraser, Kowalski, the usual suspects
Prompt: 03. Angst
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: This story just breaks my heart. It really and truly does. It is so well written, and heartbreaking. Normally, I like my happy endings as much as the next girl, but a really angsty angst fest gets me every time. In this story, Fraser and Ray are having a long distance pseudo-relationship post-COTW, and neither of them is happy, and they can’t talk about it. They go through visits to each other, and Ray is torn apart by his feelings for Fraser, not knowing exactly what they are to each other, and being apart. Very real, and very hard to read, but really and truly wonderful.


They got to the cabin, and Fraser dropped Ray's bags and didn't say where Ray was going to sleep.

They walked out to the dogs and Ray helped feed them, and tossed a stick to the one with one blue eye and one green he’d liked so much back when he’d been out there on the sled with Fraser, and Fraser didn’t say where Ray was going to sleep.

Fraser cooked and Ray drank a beer and watched him, and Fraser smiled happily down into the stew he was stirring, and told jokes, and Ray laughed, and they ate by the big window with the crisp white curtains and Fraser didn’t say where Ray was going to sleep.

They sat outside, and Ray pulled his parka tight over his ears, and drank another beer, and his fingers got pink from the cold, and Fraser sang a little, and Ray told Fraser about the 2-7 and Frannie’s brats, and Fraser sat there and watched him and Fraser didn’t say where Ray was going to sleep. He didn’t say where Ray was going to sleep and he didn’t touch Ray and there was only one bed, and no couch because the cabin was tiny. No, fuck tiny, it was miniscule, like a damned dorm room, because the real cabin still hadn’t been built yet, and Fraser wouldn’t say why, and he wouldn’t say where Ray was going to fucking *sleep*.

So Ray drank more beer, and kept sitting there on the steps of Fraser’s substitute cabin in the cold, peeling off the labels, and letting his mouth go, talking until he was mainly talked out -- a little hoarse and a little drunk. And Fraser just kept sitting there, watching him, chuckling every now and then, but *watching* like Ray was trying to get away, and finally Ray was too tired, and too hoarse, and Fraser’s face was kind of getting hard to see in the dark.

"Let’s go inside," Ray said, voice rasping out of his throat. "Take me inside, Fraser."

Link to the story: You & I Are ____

Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Supple
Author: LaT
Characters: Fraser, Ray
Prompt: 25. Kink
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: Um…guh? Let’s see, the basic premise is that Fraser pisses Ray off big time at work, mostly because he never listens to Ray. So, Fraser’s penance? A leather collar. And a whole lot of listening to Ray. I shit you not. I love this story for a number of reasons, including its smokin’ hotness. Other reasons to love this story? A dominant Ray and a submissive Fraser, not what I would expect and not what you see most often, but it works here. And, the image of a naked Fraser in a leather collar pretty much gets me every time. So, yeah. GUH.


It had been ... a while ... since the last time Fraser had worn the collar, but the time between then and now seemed inconsequential to Ray. Even though he was halfway across the room he could already feel it, supple under his fingers, against his partner's throat. It stayed, like every other piece of leather Fraser owned, well and lovingly oiled, all the more so for being less regularly used. It was no wider than an inch and a half; and the fastener had three settings - tight, tighter, tightest. Ray already knew that Fraser had it fastened so he could really feel it whenever he swallowed.

Fraser looked up at him, eyes warm and glinting, and Ray had to check himself so he wouldn't smile. He stepped further into the room, but didn't move close enough to touch. Not yet.

Fraser's lightly tanned skin was set off by the inky darkness of his hair and the collar, and Ray itched to touch him. Annoyance and impatience warred with arousal and desire. Ray took a moment to remind himself that he hadn’t completely walked off his mad-on and Fraser wasn’t going to get off that easily, in any sense. As an apology, the collar was a good start, but Ray prided himself on not being easy, not when he was righteously angry.

"Hi, Ray." Fraser’s voice was low and soft, almost sheepish, and damn if that didn’t make Ray’s irritation wilt a little more.

"Hi."

Link to the story: Supple

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Great choice for 'angst'. That story KILLS me. ;_;