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The night watch, by Erszebet Bathory. (slash, non-con, NC-17)
Fandom: BLAKES 7
Pairing: Blake/Avon - Season 2, after Gan's death
Author on LJ:?
Author Website:?
Why this must be read:
Yes! Yes! This is a very nasty perverse *awesome* story. And yes, Blake dominates this story, and, for once, he gets what he wants. Considering the price he will have to pay later and the hell he will live in, I can't blame him. (But then, I seldom blame Blake). Ah and Avon suffers. Beautifully as usual.
A story you should read every time you're watching the show and wish that Blake would bitch slap Avon and make him see the light.
Vengeful, wonderful, HOT story.
"Why don't you come and sit with me, then?"
"I prefer the view from this position," Avon said coldly.
"Avon, come and sit with me," Blake repeated, lowering his voice slightly. He waited. Avon rose slowly to his feet. "That's it. Come down here."
"No." Avon looked at Blake, startled. He staggered and grabbed the edge fof the console.
"Blake, what are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything."
"The hell you're not. Whatever it is, stop it now!"
Blake was smiling now, his voice still low and rich.
"Avon, you sound frightened."
"Only disgusted." Avon's body quivered and he gripped the instrument panel as if to steady himself against a wave of vertigo. "It must be some kind of telekinesis," he said with difficulty, "since whatever you're doing, it's not affecting my mind."
Blake felt the whispering grow stronger, awakening every nerve, as it touched what it had been seeking. He focused again on Avon.
Avon knees gave way, and he fell against the console. He leaned there, panting heavily.
"Stop it."
"Did that affect your mind, Avon?"
And after that? well, go read...
The night watch
Pairing: Blake/Avon - Season 2, after Gan's death
Author on LJ:?
Author Website:?
Why this must be read:
Yes! Yes! This is a very nasty perverse *awesome* story. And yes, Blake dominates this story, and, for once, he gets what he wants. Considering the price he will have to pay later and the hell he will live in, I can't blame him. (But then, I seldom blame Blake). Ah and Avon suffers. Beautifully as usual.
A story you should read every time you're watching the show and wish that Blake would bitch slap Avon and make him see the light.
Vengeful, wonderful, HOT story.
"Why don't you come and sit with me, then?"
"I prefer the view from this position," Avon said coldly.
"Avon, come and sit with me," Blake repeated, lowering his voice slightly. He waited. Avon rose slowly to his feet. "That's it. Come down here."
"No." Avon looked at Blake, startled. He staggered and grabbed the edge fof the console.
"Blake, what are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything."
"The hell you're not. Whatever it is, stop it now!"
Blake was smiling now, his voice still low and rich.
"Avon, you sound frightened."
"Only disgusted." Avon's body quivered and he gripped the instrument panel as if to steady himself against a wave of vertigo. "It must be some kind of telekinesis," he said with difficulty, "since whatever you're doing, it's not affecting my mind."
Blake felt the whispering grow stronger, awakening every nerve, as it touched what it had been seeking. He focused again on Avon.
Avon knees gave way, and he fell against the console. He leaned there, panting heavily.
"Stop it."
"Did that affect your mind, Avon?"
And after that? well, go read...
The night watch
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