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crack_van2009-11-20 06:23 pm
kari-hermione.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-11-20 06:23 pm
Kidnapped! by: msgordo (NC17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: 74K
Author on LJ:
Author Website: More Here!
Why this must be read: I feel that this must be read in part because of the sot on characterization but mostly because of Turnbull. This is my favorite Turnbull fic mainly because it shows him as being competent and well meaning but a little lost just like in the series. Also what could possible be better then Turnbull in charge with trainee Mounties? Side note this story also features handcuffs and Ray K standing up for himself against Stella.
Warings: Bondage and First-time sex.
He was still, without doubt, staring at an unconscious Ray Kowalski sprawled on his back wearing nothing but soft gray sleep pants and a white vest, handcuffed to the headboard of the bed in the Queen's bedroom at the Canadian consulate and with a piece of duct tape firmly in place over his mouth, pulling at his sleep flushed skin.
Fraser cleared his throat and said warily, "I trust there is an excellent explanation for this, Constable Turnbull?"
"Yes, sir!" Radiating eagerness and satisfaction, Constable Turnbull snapped to attention at Fraser's side and said happily, "At approximately eleven fifteen this evening I, along with Probationary Constables Fitzpatrick, Roberts and Phillips, took pre-emptive actions regarding certain disturbing information that had come to our attention and broke into Detective Vecchio's apartment and forcibly removed him from the premises to a more secure locale."
Fraser cleared his throat again and tried desperately to drag his eyes away from the strip of golden skin revealed on Ray's taut belly where his vest had ridden up and his pants down as he moved around on the bed in his sleep. "Ray..." He coughed to try and rid himself of the sudden hoarseness in his throat which he told himself was absolutely *not* a reaction to seeing his partner lying in such abandoned vulnerability before him and started again. "Detective Vecchio is in some kind of danger?"
"Oh no, sir!" Almost vibrating with righteous zeal, Turnbull shook his head and beamed at Fraser. "He was *never* in any danger. We were most diligent in our removal and subsequent caring of him."
Fraser turned heroically from his contemplation of Ray's bare feet -- which were turning out to be just as compelling to stare at as his naked belly -- and fixed his colleague with an impatient glare. "Constable Turnbull, you have a member of the Chicago police force chained against his will to a bed on Canadian soil. I demand an explanation *immediately*."
Kiddnaped!
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: 74K
Author on LJ:
Author Website: More Here!
Why this must be read: I feel that this must be read in part because of the sot on characterization but mostly because of Turnbull. This is my favorite Turnbull fic mainly because it shows him as being competent and well meaning but a little lost just like in the series. Also what could possible be better then Turnbull in charge with trainee Mounties? Side note this story also features handcuffs and Ray K standing up for himself against Stella.
Warings: Bondage and First-time sex.
He was still, without doubt, staring at an unconscious Ray Kowalski sprawled on his back wearing nothing but soft gray sleep pants and a white vest, handcuffed to the headboard of the bed in the Queen's bedroom at the Canadian consulate and with a piece of duct tape firmly in place over his mouth, pulling at his sleep flushed skin.
Fraser cleared his throat and said warily, "I trust there is an excellent explanation for this, Constable Turnbull?"
"Yes, sir!" Radiating eagerness and satisfaction, Constable Turnbull snapped to attention at Fraser's side and said happily, "At approximately eleven fifteen this evening I, along with Probationary Constables Fitzpatrick, Roberts and Phillips, took pre-emptive actions regarding certain disturbing information that had come to our attention and broke into Detective Vecchio's apartment and forcibly removed him from the premises to a more secure locale."
Fraser cleared his throat again and tried desperately to drag his eyes away from the strip of golden skin revealed on Ray's taut belly where his vest had ridden up and his pants down as he moved around on the bed in his sleep. "Ray..." He coughed to try and rid himself of the sudden hoarseness in his throat which he told himself was absolutely *not* a reaction to seeing his partner lying in such abandoned vulnerability before him and started again. "Detective Vecchio is in some kind of danger?"
"Oh no, sir!" Almost vibrating with righteous zeal, Turnbull shook his head and beamed at Fraser. "He was *never* in any danger. We were most diligent in our removal and subsequent caring of him."
Fraser turned heroically from his contemplation of Ray's bare feet -- which were turning out to be just as compelling to stare at as his naked belly -- and fixed his colleague with an impatient glare. "Constable Turnbull, you have a member of the Chicago police force chained against his will to a bed on Canadian soil. I demand an explanation *immediately*."
Kiddnaped!
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*jumpy dance of joy*
And now I will be reading.
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