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crack_van2010-07-13 03:37 pm
psuedo-catalyst.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-07-13 03:37 pm
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als Selbstzweck by Todesengel (not rated, possibly R?)
Fandom: SWORDSPOINT
Pairing: Alec/Richard, Alec/Harry
Length: oneshot
Author on LJ: I can't find--something's up with the yuletide archive as of now. If anybody knows, I'll edit this.
Author Website:theoretically, http://yuletidetreasure.org
Why this must be read: One thing that's really remarkable about this fic is the way the author really brings Harry's character into being out of nothing. We, the reader, get one or two passing refferences to him in the text, and here he's as real as any character Kushner fleshed out. In addition, it deals with a period of time shortly before the action of the story which is both rather shadowy and unformed and vitally important to the plot.
"There is a man," Alec drawled out one evening as they lay naked and sated, the smell of sex woven inextricably with the scent of aged leather and ink and paper, "up in the North, who has written a book on ethics."
"Mmm?" Harry murmured lazily, staring up into the space between his fingers, eyes glazed with Delight. Alec wondered what strange dreams he was seeing there, what visions were springing before his eyes. He kept his hands behind his head, though he knew he should have been reaching for pen and ink and paper, ready to catch Harry's words. But he had all of Harry's words engraved upon his skin, scored there by the grip of Harry's hands, the rough swipe of his tongue.
"He writes that men are not means but ends in themselves and should be treated as such at all times."
"And do you believe that, Davey?" Harry rolled over and crawled to where Alec lay, put his head into Alec's lap like a large, affectionate dog.
"I do," Alec whispered while he kissed Harry, tasting the bite and mingled sweetness of the drug on his lips. "I surely do."
als Selbstzweck
Pairing: Alec/Richard, Alec/Harry
Length: oneshot
Author on LJ: I can't find--something's up with the yuletide archive as of now. If anybody knows, I'll edit this.
Author Website:theoretically, http://yuletidetreasure.org
Why this must be read: One thing that's really remarkable about this fic is the way the author really brings Harry's character into being out of nothing. We, the reader, get one or two passing refferences to him in the text, and here he's as real as any character Kushner fleshed out. In addition, it deals with a period of time shortly before the action of the story which is both rather shadowy and unformed and vitally important to the plot.
"There is a man," Alec drawled out one evening as they lay naked and sated, the smell of sex woven inextricably with the scent of aged leather and ink and paper, "up in the North, who has written a book on ethics."
"Mmm?" Harry murmured lazily, staring up into the space between his fingers, eyes glazed with Delight. Alec wondered what strange dreams he was seeing there, what visions were springing before his eyes. He kept his hands behind his head, though he knew he should have been reaching for pen and ink and paper, ready to catch Harry's words. But he had all of Harry's words engraved upon his skin, scored there by the grip of Harry's hands, the rough swipe of his tongue.
"He writes that men are not means but ends in themselves and should be treated as such at all times."
"And do you believe that, Davey?" Harry rolled over and crawled to where Alec lay, put his head into Alec's lap like a large, affectionate dog.
"I do," Alec whispered while he kissed Harry, tasting the bite and mingled sweetness of the drug on his lips. "I surely do."
als Selbstzweck
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(Anonymous) 2010-07-14 02:54 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Just wanted to let you know that Todesengel is
(It's so nice to see a friend get recced here!)