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Lackadaisy Saturday Morning by handful_ofdust (M)
Fandom: LACKADAISY
Pairing: Viktor Vasko/Mordecai Heller
Length: 2000
Author Website: handful_of dust's fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read: It's a hilarious, insightful and really hot story in which Mordecai wakes up tied to Viktor's bed and starts demanding answers. All of handful_ofdust's Lackadaisy stories are fantastic, and I chose Saturday Morning as something of a gateway drug.
Have an excerpt: “'Sssh' yourself! Don't shush me, I know when I'm late, even if I don't know what for—”
“Vhat I say? Sssh, little killer; nobody is vaiting on you, or me, either. Lie still just for naow, enjoy yourself. Be kviet.”
“Oh, that's not even a word, not the way you—”
But then Viktor is kissing him, forcing that awful taste back into Mordecai's mouth along with his tongue, and hell if Mordecai can't feel himself slipping straight down into whatever bath of madness last night's poison let loose—feels his bones go soft and sloppy, his eyes turn up, his toes curl.
Lackadaisy Saturday Morning on LJ
Pairing: Viktor Vasko/Mordecai Heller
Length: 2000
Author Website: handful_of dust's fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read: It's a hilarious, insightful and really hot story in which Mordecai wakes up tied to Viktor's bed and starts demanding answers. All of handful_ofdust's Lackadaisy stories are fantastic, and I chose Saturday Morning as something of a gateway drug.
Have an excerpt: “'Sssh' yourself! Don't shush me, I know when I'm late, even if I don't know what for—”
“Vhat I say? Sssh, little killer; nobody is vaiting on you, or me, either. Lie still just for naow, enjoy yourself. Be kviet.”
“Oh, that's not even a word, not the way you—”
But then Viktor is kissing him, forcing that awful taste back into Mordecai's mouth along with his tongue, and hell if Mordecai can't feel himself slipping straight down into whatever bath of madness last night's poison let loose—feels his bones go soft and sloppy, his eyes turn up, his toes curl.
Lackadaisy Saturday Morning on LJ
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