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Total Eclipse of the Heart by Flamingo - NC-17
Hello! I'll be driving the Starsky's stripped tomato Starsky & Hutch CrackVan this month, and I hope we'll have some fun together.
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: a bit of Hutch/OMC but mostly Starsky/Hutch
Length: A little bit more than 205.300 words
Author on LJ: Not that I'm aware of
Author Website: The Starsky & Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: Well, first I must say I was really surprised this story hadn't been recced before. Seriously, is one of the best stories in fandom! Is long, angsty, with a cleaver plot and a perfect characterization, and you just can't stop reading it. It deals with homophobia, police brutality, gay rights activism and, oh, yes!, Starsky and Hutch relationship *w*
The thing is this is a hell of a ride: intricate plot, emotional and so, so beautifully wrote, and Suzan Lovett art, lots and lots of very NSFW art. So, yes you should read this one, even if this is the only Starsky & Hutch story you will ever read. Or re-read it if you had already done.
Don't believe me? Well, then, have a taste here:
The heavy bang of the front door slamming shut sounded like a sudden gunshot. Both of them jumped apart. Hutch's heart climbed to his throat as he instinctively expected a violent attack. But as soon as he moved around the bed, he saw Starsky. This startled him even more than the sound of the slamming door.
He approached his partner, his emotions a turmoil of betrayal and anger. "Starsky, what the hell are you doing here?" Under his leather jacket, Starsky wore only his undershirt. His hair was unruly. He clearly had showered. "We agreed— I told you—"
Starsky wasn't wearing his blank nothing-about-this-can-affect me expression. He was furious. Sarcastically, he parroted Hutch's words at the crime scene. "'Take her home. Stay with her. Call me in the morning.'" His dark eyes moved to Hutch's side.
Hutch turned and found Peter standing beside him, looking amazingly relaxed, hands in his pocket as though this were nothing more difficult than a town meeting. "David," he said calmly in greeting, as though they were all good friends getting together for a few beers.
Be careful, Hutch thought. You don't know him.
Starsky glowered at Peter. "Pretty good view from Hutch's window, isn't it, Councilman?"
Hutch didn't like the deadly tone in Starsky's voice, but right now he was so mad himself, he didn't care.
"Actually," Peter said mildly, "I wasn't really paying much attention to the view."
It was the wrong thing to say. Starsky moved aggressively toward Peter, fists clenched, but Hutch stepped in front of him, blocking his way. He had no illusions that Starsky wouldn't hit him, but he hoped he could at least slow him down.
"Starsky," he snapped, "why did you come back here? I told you not to."
It was enough distraction to regain Starsky's attention. "You sure did, didn't you! That was pretty slick, Hutch. Not many cops are together enough at a crime scene to set up not one, but two dates, never mind such complicated ones."
"Starsky—!" Hutch protested wearily, but his partner was on a tear. He wondered when it would occur to Starsky that he wasn't the offended party.
"Been here long, Councilman?" he asked Peter, but never took his eyes from Hutch's face. "Wha'd'ja do, call him from the station?"
"Believe me, David, I haven't been here nearly as long as I would've liked!" Peter said drolly.
"You son-of-a—" Starsky lurched forward again, fists up this time, but Hutch caught him by the upper arms and held him back.
"Will you two cut it out!" Hutch snapped. He gave Starsky a rough shake. "And what the hell are you so mad at him for? If you've got a problem, it's with me!"
Starsky nodded as if in agreement. "You made me think you were sending me away for my benefit. You put that head trip on me. But all along it was for you, for your own plans. And you sure couldn't have me around to make 'em happen."
"Starsky, you are so far wrong, you're not even—"
"Just tell me, huh?" Starsky demanded. "Was it the last kiss of the night, or just the beginning? I want to know how big a jerk I've been." He wrenched away from Hutch's grip and stood a few feet away, chest heaving with pent-up rage.
"Oh, no you don't!" Hutch stormed after him, getting right in his face. "Don't you play the betrayed lover with me! You've been pushing me away with both hands since this started. How long did you think I would keep coming back for more? How many mornings was I supposed to wake up to your unrelenting guilt and regrets?"
Starsky's face was a mask of outrage as he glared at Hutch. The two of them stood squared off in front of each other for a beat, and in the stillness, the record on the stereo that had been forgotten suddenly filled the silence.
"If she can't love you the way I do," Bonnie's smoky voice sobbed, "God, I want you back again."
Still here? C'mon, go, go! Have a good time reading!
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: a bit of Hutch/OMC but mostly Starsky/Hutch
Length: A little bit more than 205.300 words
Author on LJ: Not that I'm aware of
Author Website: The Starsky & Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: Well, first I must say I was really surprised this story hadn't been recced before. Seriously, is one of the best stories in fandom! Is long, angsty, with a cleaver plot and a perfect characterization, and you just can't stop reading it. It deals with homophobia, police brutality, gay rights activism and, oh, yes!, Starsky and Hutch relationship *w*
The thing is this is a hell of a ride: intricate plot, emotional and so, so beautifully wrote, and Suzan Lovett art, lots and lots of very NSFW art. So, yes you should read this one, even if this is the only Starsky & Hutch story you will ever read. Or re-read it if you had already done.
Don't believe me? Well, then, have a taste here:
The heavy bang of the front door slamming shut sounded like a sudden gunshot. Both of them jumped apart. Hutch's heart climbed to his throat as he instinctively expected a violent attack. But as soon as he moved around the bed, he saw Starsky. This startled him even more than the sound of the slamming door.
He approached his partner, his emotions a turmoil of betrayal and anger. "Starsky, what the hell are you doing here?" Under his leather jacket, Starsky wore only his undershirt. His hair was unruly. He clearly had showered. "We agreed— I told you—"
Starsky wasn't wearing his blank nothing-about-this-can-affect me expression. He was furious. Sarcastically, he parroted Hutch's words at the crime scene. "'Take her home. Stay with her. Call me in the morning.'" His dark eyes moved to Hutch's side.
Hutch turned and found Peter standing beside him, looking amazingly relaxed, hands in his pocket as though this were nothing more difficult than a town meeting. "David," he said calmly in greeting, as though they were all good friends getting together for a few beers.
Be careful, Hutch thought. You don't know him.
Starsky glowered at Peter. "Pretty good view from Hutch's window, isn't it, Councilman?"
Hutch didn't like the deadly tone in Starsky's voice, but right now he was so mad himself, he didn't care.
"Actually," Peter said mildly, "I wasn't really paying much attention to the view."
It was the wrong thing to say. Starsky moved aggressively toward Peter, fists clenched, but Hutch stepped in front of him, blocking his way. He had no illusions that Starsky wouldn't hit him, but he hoped he could at least slow him down.
"Starsky," he snapped, "why did you come back here? I told you not to."
It was enough distraction to regain Starsky's attention. "You sure did, didn't you! That was pretty slick, Hutch. Not many cops are together enough at a crime scene to set up not one, but two dates, never mind such complicated ones."
"Starsky—!" Hutch protested wearily, but his partner was on a tear. He wondered when it would occur to Starsky that he wasn't the offended party.
"Been here long, Councilman?" he asked Peter, but never took his eyes from Hutch's face. "Wha'd'ja do, call him from the station?"
"Believe me, David, I haven't been here nearly as long as I would've liked!" Peter said drolly.
"You son-of-a—" Starsky lurched forward again, fists up this time, but Hutch caught him by the upper arms and held him back.
"Will you two cut it out!" Hutch snapped. He gave Starsky a rough shake. "And what the hell are you so mad at him for? If you've got a problem, it's with me!"
Starsky nodded as if in agreement. "You made me think you were sending me away for my benefit. You put that head trip on me. But all along it was for you, for your own plans. And you sure couldn't have me around to make 'em happen."
"Starsky, you are so far wrong, you're not even—"
"Just tell me, huh?" Starsky demanded. "Was it the last kiss of the night, or just the beginning? I want to know how big a jerk I've been." He wrenched away from Hutch's grip and stood a few feet away, chest heaving with pent-up rage.
"Oh, no you don't!" Hutch stormed after him, getting right in his face. "Don't you play the betrayed lover with me! You've been pushing me away with both hands since this started. How long did you think I would keep coming back for more? How many mornings was I supposed to wake up to your unrelenting guilt and regrets?"
Starsky's face was a mask of outrage as he glared at Hutch. The two of them stood squared off in front of each other for a beat, and in the stillness, the record on the stereo that had been forgotten suddenly filled the silence.
"If she can't love you the way I do," Bonnie's smoky voice sobbed, "God, I want you back again."
Still here? C'mon, go, go! Have a good time reading!
Total Eclipse of the Heart