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crack_van2008-07-22 06:03 pm
"All the forgiveness you're going to get" by Cord Smithee (NC17)
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Length: 25K
Author on LJ: cordwainer_s
Author website: All his stuff is archived at CGM
Why this must be read:
Because it's by Cord Smithee... What? You need more...? The challenge was to find some of his work that hasn't already been recced - it's all just so damn good. I'm fairly proud of myself to have found a piece that doesn't seem to have appeared in the van yet - so here it is.
It's set at the end of "See Paris and Die". As with all Cord's episode-related work he teases out a strand that screams for a slashy interpretation and builds around it such that the transition between episode and story is seamless. In fact when you've read the story you see in your mind the episode that should have been. Illya's self-recrimination for failing to find the missing diamonds and his exasperation at Napoleon for shopping him to Waverly and then landing him with the babushka are the starting point. What follows is classic Cord. Let me give you a little taster
Illya wanted to rock against that weight, press against it. Wanted to feel Napoleon moving inside of him, feel Napoleon lose control. It wasn't going to happen. Napoleon bit his neck instead, grinding his hips against Illya's ass in tiny, taunting circles. Illya groaned, the penetration deep and sweet and hideously, tormentingly unsatisfying.
"Please," he said. "More--"
"In time." Breath so hot on his ear. He arched into the penetration, offering himself, opening himself. Napoleon snuggled closer, edged a little higher as Illya got his knees braced at least and settled himself, lifting his hips, taking every relentless inch of pleasure Napoleon had to give. So slow, so painstaking. Like cutting diamonds, like--
Like nothing at all in the world. Slow, and graceful, and generous, and maddening. Illya strained against him, wanting rhythm, wanting fierceness, craving the harshness and passion of Napoleon at his most intense, and Napoleon gave him none of it. Gave him gentleness and subtlety and a rolling pace like deep ocean swells--until Illya relaxed again, boneless against the bed, accepting and accepted, a warmth growing in him that had nothing to do with any purely physical pleasure.
Go and read it now. If you aren't taking a cold shower by the end of it get a friend to check that you still have a pulse...
All the forgiveness you're going to get
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Mmmm... me too. If only there were more. I think I dodged this time the perennial problem of finding something of his that hasn't already drowned in plaudits. I know you'll tell me if I haven't :o)
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Cord Smithee can't be rec'd enough, in my opinion.
Yep. Mine too. He's one of the authors in the fandom that I come back to again and again and find the same impact each time. It never palls.
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Think I'll go read something by Cord Smithee now... can't imagine who it was that put that idea in my head!
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and so good.
Never read any of Cord Smithee's stories.
Thanks for rec-ing it.
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Well, now go find the others! Although I revisit them again and again, the first time is always special... Enjoy :o)