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Entry tags:
Angel and the Bad Man (AU)-Slash/NC17
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: One-shot
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cynatnite
Author Website:http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read:
Well if you ever wanted to know how Starsky and Hutch really met, well you might be surprised, that they both met while working the streets of Bay City. And I'm not talking working the streets as cops either. Use your imagination and read this hot little story, I promise you will love it.
There’s no such thing as fucking angels in the middle of hell. That’s what David Starsky thought the first time he saw Ken Hutchinson. With the boyish blond good looks and ocean blue eyes he must have been straight out of heaven.
Starsky’s hell wasn’t just the dirty alley he was sitting in, but the gut-wrenching agony that wound its way through his veins like an asp spitting furious venom during its trek. If he could quit the goddamn shaking he’d make it.
Whatever Hutch was saying Starsky would never remember. He could barely understand a word since he was so caught up in the wretched pain. “Goddamn,” Starsky muttered.
Hutch pulled him to his feet and half dragged him down the alley. Nobody noticed or cared as the two young men walked in step together. More curses escaped Starsky as this guy kept a tight grip on him.
Angel and the Bad Man
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: One-shot
Author on LJ:
cynatniteAuthor Website:http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read:
Well if you ever wanted to know how Starsky and Hutch really met, well you might be surprised, that they both met while working the streets of Bay City. And I'm not talking working the streets as cops either. Use your imagination and read this hot little story, I promise you will love it.
There’s no such thing as fucking angels in the middle of hell. That’s what David Starsky thought the first time he saw Ken Hutchinson. With the boyish blond good looks and ocean blue eyes he must have been straight out of heaven.
Starsky’s hell wasn’t just the dirty alley he was sitting in, but the gut-wrenching agony that wound its way through his veins like an asp spitting furious venom during its trek. If he could quit the goddamn shaking he’d make it.
Whatever Hutch was saying Starsky would never remember. He could barely understand a word since he was so caught up in the wretched pain. “Goddamn,” Starsky muttered.
Hutch pulled him to his feet and half dragged him down the alley. Nobody noticed or cared as the two young men walked in step together. More curses escaped Starsky as this guy kept a tight grip on him.
Angel and the Bad Man