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Once Upon A Time in Mexico/From Hell/Ninth Gate (NC-17)
Title:The City by Guede Mazaka
Pairing: Dean Corso/Miguel/"Green Eyes," Sands/Frederick Abberline, Sands/El/Frederick Abberline/Carolina, References to El/Domino/Campa/Quino
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
guede_mazaka
Author Website: Tangible Schizophrenia
Why this must be read:
What a grand and glorious mix of fandoms! We are not in Kansas anymore. I've been waiting half the month to rec this.
Guede Mazaka is another shining light in our dark little fandom, though she's prolific in other fandoms, as well. The City is a multi-fandom AU set in a prohibition-era Los Angeles doppleganger called Los Diablos. A plot to kill the Mayor and pin the murder on El's "family" brings together this eclectic bunch of characters, no small number of whom are played by Johnny Depp. *g* She's even added an OMC, Miguel, whom she tells us looks a lot like Antonio Banderas. If you're new to OUaTiM, please don't start with this one; the crossover characters, not to mention canonically dead ones, will make your head spin. But, for the well- and multi- versed, this is a rare and delicious smorgasbord. Bon Apetit! (or, whatever the Spanish equivalent may be)
El came in and tossed his jacket on the hook, then automatically spun to avoid the table in the corner. He toed off his shoes and socks, leaving them in a tangled heap by the door, and padded across to the bed while still reading the card in his hand.
A cough made him halt just before he would've sat on the bed, and he looked up to see Carolina grinning at him. //They'd be hard to clean off if you squished them.//
Which apparently was a prompt to scrutinize the bed. Blankets, pillows, bedframe…seemed all right. Except for the two mysterious lumps in the middle. El carefully peeled back the sheets to display Sands and Fred, loosely curled around each other in the middle of a tangle of fabric, like cats sprawling in a sunbeam.
//Kind of funny.// She crawled around the two sleeping men to lean into El's side. //Sands always has to make that little nest-thing…I don't think I've ever seen him go to sleep without doing it.//
"'s comfortable that way. And don't ask, 'cause I'm not getting up." The black head nudged further into Fred's stomach, pushing out a drowsy complaint. Brown eyes briefly peered out from under fluttering eyelids before slipping back into sleep. On the edge of the mattress, Sands wriggled when El drummed his fingers on the man's hip, but didn't otherwise react. El moved his fingers down.
"Hey…bastard…" Sands helplessly plumped his buttocks back into the caresses "…spent the whole damn day questioning Barillo men…stop that, cocksucking…and you made me wear another shitty pinstriped bag-oh, excuse me, zoot suit…El!"
Muffled whimper, and legs finally spreading. El let his fingers drift away and patted Sands' trembling thigh, then leaned over to kiss Fred into complete awakening. The other man's lips immediately parted for him, and Fred's arms came up to encircle his neck. Deep and sweet and slow.
"You're such a tease," grumbled Sands from beneath them. "So how was work, honey? Fill up another graveyard?"
"It was fine," El replied in a dry tone. He tilted his head so Fred could nibble at his ear and consequently slid seamlessly into Carolina's greeting. She was more forceful about it, but a lingering shyness added a touch of honey to the pepper. He dropped his hand down and maneuvered Sands around till he could sit on the bed, then plucked at the other man's nipples while Sands squirmed and cursed his way into El's lap. "We're invited to a party."
Brow furrowed, Carolina took the heavy cream-tinted paper from his other hand. She murmured appreciatively at the expensive embossed-gilt script and the intricate seals stamped all over it, but burst into giggles once she'd unfolded it and read the inside.
Curious now, Fred craned around to glance over the contents. The corner of his mouth twitched first, then jerked as a snort escaped him. He ducked down and stifled his laughter in Sands' stomach, a move that didn't please the other man at all. Sands whapped his fellow bedmate on the head and scowled indiscriminately at the rest of them. "Well? Someone want to let me in on the punchline?"
Feeling generous, El ruffled his fingers into Sands' hair and pressed his lips against the grumpy mouth. "The present Mayor is throwing a victory party for his successor, and all the party members. That includes our family."
Sands' lips began to curve upwards.
"And Marquez. And he had to invite Barillo, too, since their businesses are so big."
Outright snickering. Sands nipped at El's tongue, which was tracing his upper lip, then draped himself over El's shoulder. "And how did they address our invitation?"
Carolina temporarily choked down her amusement to rescue said piece of paper from Fred, who was completely lost, and tapped it against Sands' arm. //We have a separate one. It's to, 'Mr. El Mariachi,' and the last line says, 'and we would be pleased if your band could provide the night's entertainment.'"
Sands skipped straight to the howling laughter and collapsed against El, burying his face in El's neck.
The City
Pairing: Dean Corso/Miguel/"Green Eyes," Sands/Frederick Abberline, Sands/El/Frederick Abberline/Carolina, References to El/Domino/Campa/Quino
Author on LJ:
guede_mazakaAuthor Website: Tangible Schizophrenia
Why this must be read:
What a grand and glorious mix of fandoms! We are not in Kansas anymore. I've been waiting half the month to rec this.
Guede Mazaka is another shining light in our dark little fandom, though she's prolific in other fandoms, as well. The City is a multi-fandom AU set in a prohibition-era Los Angeles doppleganger called Los Diablos. A plot to kill the Mayor and pin the murder on El's "family" brings together this eclectic bunch of characters, no small number of whom are played by Johnny Depp. *g* She's even added an OMC, Miguel, whom she tells us looks a lot like Antonio Banderas. If you're new to OUaTiM, please don't start with this one; the crossover characters, not to mention canonically dead ones, will make your head spin. But, for the well- and multi- versed, this is a rare and delicious smorgasbord. Bon Apetit! (or, whatever the Spanish equivalent may be)
El came in and tossed his jacket on the hook, then automatically spun to avoid the table in the corner. He toed off his shoes and socks, leaving them in a tangled heap by the door, and padded across to the bed while still reading the card in his hand.
A cough made him halt just before he would've sat on the bed, and he looked up to see Carolina grinning at him. //They'd be hard to clean off if you squished them.//
Which apparently was a prompt to scrutinize the bed. Blankets, pillows, bedframe…seemed all right. Except for the two mysterious lumps in the middle. El carefully peeled back the sheets to display Sands and Fred, loosely curled around each other in the middle of a tangle of fabric, like cats sprawling in a sunbeam.
//Kind of funny.// She crawled around the two sleeping men to lean into El's side. //Sands always has to make that little nest-thing…I don't think I've ever seen him go to sleep without doing it.//
"'s comfortable that way. And don't ask, 'cause I'm not getting up." The black head nudged further into Fred's stomach, pushing out a drowsy complaint. Brown eyes briefly peered out from under fluttering eyelids before slipping back into sleep. On the edge of the mattress, Sands wriggled when El drummed his fingers on the man's hip, but didn't otherwise react. El moved his fingers down.
"Hey…bastard…" Sands helplessly plumped his buttocks back into the caresses "…spent the whole damn day questioning Barillo men…stop that, cocksucking…and you made me wear another shitty pinstriped bag-oh, excuse me, zoot suit…El!"
Muffled whimper, and legs finally spreading. El let his fingers drift away and patted Sands' trembling thigh, then leaned over to kiss Fred into complete awakening. The other man's lips immediately parted for him, and Fred's arms came up to encircle his neck. Deep and sweet and slow.
"You're such a tease," grumbled Sands from beneath them. "So how was work, honey? Fill up another graveyard?"
"It was fine," El replied in a dry tone. He tilted his head so Fred could nibble at his ear and consequently slid seamlessly into Carolina's greeting. She was more forceful about it, but a lingering shyness added a touch of honey to the pepper. He dropped his hand down and maneuvered Sands around till he could sit on the bed, then plucked at the other man's nipples while Sands squirmed and cursed his way into El's lap. "We're invited to a party."
Brow furrowed, Carolina took the heavy cream-tinted paper from his other hand. She murmured appreciatively at the expensive embossed-gilt script and the intricate seals stamped all over it, but burst into giggles once she'd unfolded it and read the inside.
Curious now, Fred craned around to glance over the contents. The corner of his mouth twitched first, then jerked as a snort escaped him. He ducked down and stifled his laughter in Sands' stomach, a move that didn't please the other man at all. Sands whapped his fellow bedmate on the head and scowled indiscriminately at the rest of them. "Well? Someone want to let me in on the punchline?"
Feeling generous, El ruffled his fingers into Sands' hair and pressed his lips against the grumpy mouth. "The present Mayor is throwing a victory party for his successor, and all the party members. That includes our family."
Sands' lips began to curve upwards.
"And Marquez. And he had to invite Barillo, too, since their businesses are so big."
Outright snickering. Sands nipped at El's tongue, which was tracing his upper lip, then draped himself over El's shoulder. "And how did they address our invitation?"
Carolina temporarily choked down her amusement to rescue said piece of paper from Fred, who was completely lost, and tapped it against Sands' arm. //We have a separate one. It's to, 'Mr. El Mariachi,' and the last line says, 'and we would be pleased if your band could provide the night's entertainment.'"
Sands skipped straight to the howling laughter and collapsed against El, burying his face in El's neck.
The City