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Captive Heart by Elessar
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 36758 word count
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/archive/2/thecaptive.html
Why this must be read:This is great fic,and actually great crackfic. Bodie's a prince, Doyle is silent by choice, Murphy comes and goes, Doyle has a secret, Cowley is a regent, it's kind of like a fairy tale in some ways but not in others and best of all, it really works. I get lost in the story, and better yet, I still see my lads. Come closer and be entertained.
Bodie quirked his slightly bent eyebrow but he said nothing, only continued to look at the two new party guests. From Murphy's smug expression he could tell that his friend was most pleased with himself. The Prince finally spoke, "Nah, I knew you wouldn't forget, but was wondering what you had in mind?"
"Well, I went to the Cair Beau markets a few days ago. I'd had a man on the look out for a horse to replace the one you lost in that skirmish last year, and he'd sent word that he'd found one. He had, by the way, but as he's a bit on the young side--the horse, not the man--I decided to wait and give him to you for your coronation this spring. Especially as I found another present that I thought would please you more. As I was passing the slave auction, I saw this green-eyed enchanter coming up for bids."
At that point Murphy reached up and pulled the cloak off the other man, revealing him in all his splendor. The slave wore only a loin cloth to conceal his groin and the wrist and neck base metal bands that marked him as a slave. He was tall, just a tad bit shorter than the prince; his muscles were firm and well developed, showing that he was used to physical labor; his hair fell over his shoulders in soft, brown waves, red glints catching the light every now and then. Murmurings of appreciation were heard in the ranks of those nearby as the young man's body was placed on display.
Murphy instructed, "Turn around and show your new master his present."
The Captive Heart
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 36758 word count
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/archive/2/thecaptive.html
Why this must be read:This is great fic,and actually great crackfic. Bodie's a prince, Doyle is silent by choice, Murphy comes and goes, Doyle has a secret, Cowley is a regent, it's kind of like a fairy tale in some ways but not in others and best of all, it really works. I get lost in the story, and better yet, I still see my lads. Come closer and be entertained.
Bodie quirked his slightly bent eyebrow but he said nothing, only continued to look at the two new party guests. From Murphy's smug expression he could tell that his friend was most pleased with himself. The Prince finally spoke, "Nah, I knew you wouldn't forget, but was wondering what you had in mind?"
"Well, I went to the Cair Beau markets a few days ago. I'd had a man on the look out for a horse to replace the one you lost in that skirmish last year, and he'd sent word that he'd found one. He had, by the way, but as he's a bit on the young side--the horse, not the man--I decided to wait and give him to you for your coronation this spring. Especially as I found another present that I thought would please you more. As I was passing the slave auction, I saw this green-eyed enchanter coming up for bids."
At that point Murphy reached up and pulled the cloak off the other man, revealing him in all his splendor. The slave wore only a loin cloth to conceal his groin and the wrist and neck base metal bands that marked him as a slave. He was tall, just a tad bit shorter than the prince; his muscles were firm and well developed, showing that he was used to physical labor; his hair fell over his shoulders in soft, brown waves, red glints catching the light every now and then. Murmurings of appreciation were heard in the ranks of those nearby as the young man's body was placed on display.
Murphy instructed, "Turn around and show your new master his present."
The Captive Heart
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