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Whipped (Pretty Boy & Beautiful Man) by Glacis (NC-17)
Fandom: Dark Angel
Title: Whipped (Pretty Boy & Beautiful Man)
Pairing: Alec/Logan
Author on LJ: NA
Length: 8,134
Author Website: Castles Keep
Why this must be read:I love the dynamics going on between Alec and Logan. Usually you find Alec ready to drop to his knees--& oops he does here too *g* but its to manipulate Logan, make him loose control. Honestly I have to read this one again--there's definitely more layers going on here. Where Alec is rougher ready to push back, to take... and Logan is confused, but wants. Add angst to sweeten the read, as Max deals with the fall out. I found this to be a hot delicious read, and refreshing to see both Alec and Logan’s pov.
Whipped (Pretty Boy, Beautiful Man)
"Oh, this is great," he growled. "Great." Logan shifted behind him but he didn't look. If Logan was smirking at him, he might do something stupid, like try to use Logan's head for a battering ram. Or kiss him. Or something. "This is just great!"
"Maybe you should try this," Logan told him. Calmly, of course.
Alec turned and glared at him. Then he glared harder at the large piece of pipe Logan held up like a torch in the darkness. Bastard. Alec wondered how long he'd had that handy little tool, while Alec was pounding his body uselessly against the iron grating. Sometimes he wondered if Logan had a sense of humor; other times Alec suspected he did, and it was a nasty one.
*~*~*~*
Logan didn't know whether to greet him or shoot him. He closed his eyes, willed his heart back out of his throat and turned slowly to face the man who was quickly becoming his nemesis. "What are you doing here?"
Alec muttered to the floorboards, "They know where I live."
He made no sense at all. Logan restrained an irritated snort. "Who are they?"
The shrug Alec gave didn't have quite the nonchalance he aimed for, and Logan opened his mouth to press the point when Alec beat him to the punch.
"Can I stay here tonight?"
Alec walked up to him, his stalking motion reminding Logan uncomfortably of Max when she was in heat. Logan knew his mouth was still hanging open from the aborted question, but he didn't know what to say and his jaw muscle didn't seem to be working correctly. "Why?" he finally got out.
As it turned out, that might not have been the best question to ask, because Alec apparently decided action spoke louder than words. Before Logan could close his mouth over the end of the word, Alec stuck his tongue in it. Followed immediately (or perhaps preceded, Logan's time sense was whacked and he couldn't be sure) by Alec wrapping his body around Logan's like a human straight-jacket.
A really warm, nice-smelling, inhumanly strong straight-jacket with roving hands.
Title: Whipped (Pretty Boy & Beautiful Man)
Pairing: Alec/Logan
Author on LJ: NA
Length: 8,134
Author Website: Castles Keep
Why this must be read:I love the dynamics going on between Alec and Logan. Usually you find Alec ready to drop to his knees--& oops he does here too *g* but its to manipulate Logan, make him loose control. Honestly I have to read this one again--there's definitely more layers going on here. Where Alec is rougher ready to push back, to take... and Logan is confused, but wants. Add angst to sweeten the read, as Max deals with the fall out. I found this to be a hot delicious read, and refreshing to see both Alec and Logan’s pov.
Whipped (Pretty Boy, Beautiful Man)
"Oh, this is great," he growled. "Great." Logan shifted behind him but he didn't look. If Logan was smirking at him, he might do something stupid, like try to use Logan's head for a battering ram. Or kiss him. Or something. "This is just great!"
"Maybe you should try this," Logan told him. Calmly, of course.
Alec turned and glared at him. Then he glared harder at the large piece of pipe Logan held up like a torch in the darkness. Bastard. Alec wondered how long he'd had that handy little tool, while Alec was pounding his body uselessly against the iron grating. Sometimes he wondered if Logan had a sense of humor; other times Alec suspected he did, and it was a nasty one.
*~*~*~*
Logan didn't know whether to greet him or shoot him. He closed his eyes, willed his heart back out of his throat and turned slowly to face the man who was quickly becoming his nemesis. "What are you doing here?"
Alec muttered to the floorboards, "They know where I live."
He made no sense at all. Logan restrained an irritated snort. "Who are they?"
The shrug Alec gave didn't have quite the nonchalance he aimed for, and Logan opened his mouth to press the point when Alec beat him to the punch.
"Can I stay here tonight?"
Alec walked up to him, his stalking motion reminding Logan uncomfortably of Max when she was in heat. Logan knew his mouth was still hanging open from the aborted question, but he didn't know what to say and his jaw muscle didn't seem to be working correctly. "Why?" he finally got out.
As it turned out, that might not have been the best question to ask, because Alec apparently decided action spoke louder than words. Before Logan could close his mouth over the end of the word, Alec stuck his tongue in it. Followed immediately (or perhaps preceded, Logan's time sense was whacked and he couldn't be sure) by Alec wrapping his body around Logan's like a human straight-jacket.
A really warm, nice-smelling, inhumanly strong straight-jacket with roving hands.
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