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Mexican Standoff by Hippediva (NC-17)
Fandom: ONCE UPON A TIME IN MEXICO
Pairing: Sands/El Mariachi
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hippediva
Author Website:Crow-Witch's Croft
Why this must be read:
And, so long as I'm recc-ing Hippediva, did I mention that she is the QUEEN of hot, twisted PWPs? I'm a plot slut myself, but who wouldn't get sucked into
“You should have died.”
“Oh but you took care of that, didn’t you? What did you expect? Gratitude?” Sands’ voice had taken on a sickening sweetness, sugar laced with cyanide.
“I should leave you here.”
“Go ahead, sweetie. I’ll manage.”
And he would. That was the most galling of all. The bastard would manage quite well if everything that El had seen over the past months was true. Sands had an uncanny ability to bend people to his will without even trying. He was the most revolting human being the Mariachi had ever encountered, and the most desirable. He knew no attachments, no loyalty, there was no kindness in him. Only a feverish lust for power over anyone who wandered into his snares.
El was staring down at those rosepetal lips, the cigarette hanging loose between them, breathing dragon smoke and corrosive candy.
El pulled the half-smoked cigarette away and crushed that terrible mouth to his.
Sands gasped, a short puff of a breath, as if truly surprised and the Mariachi bit back a thrill of triumph as he forced the tender lips apart and claimed them. Finalemente. He swung one leg over the chair, straddling the slight body, his hands tangled in the mass of dark hair. He grabbed hold of a handful of it and pulled hard. The courtyard was no place for this kind of retribution.
It's hard to pick just one of her PWPs, and this one may not be as twisted as some, but here we have one pissed-off mariachi, conflicted about whether he wants to kill the irritating gringo or do him. Great stuff.
Mexican Standoff
She has many other wonderful shorts stored in her memories, here.
Pairing: Sands/El Mariachi
Author on LJ:
hippedivaAuthor Website:Crow-Witch's Croft
Why this must be read:
And, so long as I'm recc-ing Hippediva, did I mention that she is the QUEEN of hot, twisted PWPs? I'm a plot slut myself, but who wouldn't get sucked into
“You should have died.”
“Oh but you took care of that, didn’t you? What did you expect? Gratitude?” Sands’ voice had taken on a sickening sweetness, sugar laced with cyanide.
“I should leave you here.”
“Go ahead, sweetie. I’ll manage.”
And he would. That was the most galling of all. The bastard would manage quite well if everything that El had seen over the past months was true. Sands had an uncanny ability to bend people to his will without even trying. He was the most revolting human being the Mariachi had ever encountered, and the most desirable. He knew no attachments, no loyalty, there was no kindness in him. Only a feverish lust for power over anyone who wandered into his snares.
El was staring down at those rosepetal lips, the cigarette hanging loose between them, breathing dragon smoke and corrosive candy.
El pulled the half-smoked cigarette away and crushed that terrible mouth to his.
Sands gasped, a short puff of a breath, as if truly surprised and the Mariachi bit back a thrill of triumph as he forced the tender lips apart and claimed them. Finalemente. He swung one leg over the chair, straddling the slight body, his hands tangled in the mass of dark hair. He grabbed hold of a handful of it and pulled hard. The courtyard was no place for this kind of retribution.
It's hard to pick just one of her PWPs, and this one may not be as twisted as some, but here we have one pissed-off mariachi, conflicted about whether he wants to kill the irritating gringo or do him. Great stuff.
Mexican Standoff
She has many other wonderful shorts stored in her memories, here.