you who are my home by sephirothflame (NC-17)

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Fandom: GENERATION KILL
Pairing: Brad Colbert/Ray Person, Nate Fick/Brad Colbert/Ray Person, others
Length: 98645
Author on LJ: sephirothflame
Author Website: sf_writes, AO3
Why this must be read:

Every once in a while, you come across an epic that rips out your heart and spreads it all over the pavement. This fic is one of those; it's beautiful and painful and just amazing. Technically it's kinda-sorta a crossover with The Pacific and Band of Brothers, but doesn't really require any knowledge of those fandoms, and the guys can be read as OCs.

Nate is the son of a Senator who owes money to the Mob; Brad and Ray are the guys who are out to collect it. Nate's in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the consequences are far beyond what they could have foreseen. The voices are great - I especially liked Brad's - and the characterisation is spot on. The scene-setting is fantastically descriptive, and you feel like you're right there. There's moments of slice-of-life, moments of humour, moments of pure sweetness, and all at the perfect points. Also, the sex scenes are totally incendiary - perfectly paced and so full of feeling - and I defy you not to blush!

Be warned that the warnings at the start are very relevant; I personally had some trouble with a couple of the middle sections, but the payout is worth it.

It starts with a phone call.

Brad passes a pink phone to Ray. “It’s untraceable,” he says, and “Don’t screw this up.”

”I know what I’m doing,” Ray says, scowling. The number he types is a number they both know by heart, and he holds a hand up to silence Brad as it starts to ring.

They don’t have to wait long. The Senator answers with a shaky “Hello?” after a few seconds.

”Long time no see, buddy,” Ray replies. He clicks a button, turning on the speaker phone. “Haven’t heard from you in a few days, just thought I’d call to check in.”

”I told you, I’d get you your money,” Fick says. “I just need a little more time.”

”You know, most people would consider it rude to skip the pleasantries and jump right to business,” Ray says. He drums his fingers on his thighs and smirks at Brad. “It’s almost like you don’t like talking to me. I’m affronted. I am a fucking awesome conversationalist.”

Brad gives Ray a pointed look, but Ray waves him off.

”I’m sorry,” Fick says. “I don’t have time for this - ”

”Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way to make time for this,” Ray replies easily. “Especially when you find out what lovely incentive we have for you to hurry the fuck up with our money.”

”Excuse me?” Fick asks, confused and wary, even over the tiny speakers.

Brad glances at Ray, before his eyes flick over to the third person in the room. When he looks back at Ray, Ray nods.

”Why don’t you say ‘hi’ to your son, Chris,” Ray says. “I’d offer to let you two catch up, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.”

Brad glares at Ray, a silent are you fucking kidding me? hanging between them at Ray’s word choice.

”Nate!?” Fick is nearly screaming, and Ray holds the phone away from his ear. “You leave my son out of this, you manipulative motherfuckers - ”

Ray nudges Nate’s shin with his sneakers, and Nate stirs slowly. When Ray tugs the gag out of his mouth, he immediately licks his lips. “Say ‘hi’ to your daddy, Nate.”

”Wha?” Nate asks blearily. He groans, lolling around in his bonds weakly.

Brad takes the phone from Ray, rolling his eyes as the Senator continues to yell over the speakers. “Shut the fuck up,” Brad says impatiently. “You have five more days to get us our money. Your son is a good kid. I would hate to have to kill him to make a point.”

”Nate - ” Fick says again, but Brad ends the call and silences him.

”It’d be such a waste,” Ray says, stroking his knuckles along Nate’s jaw.

Nate squirms, trying to move away from the touch, but he’s still too tired and drugged to put up a fight.

”Put the gag back before he tries to scream, Ray,” Brad says.

”Spoilsport,” Ray huffs, but he slips the gag between Nate’s teeth again.

Nate struggles weakly. He’s starting to wake up.

”Now we wait?” Ray asks.

”Now we wait,” Brad confirms.

you who are my home