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slidellra.livejournal.com) wrote in
ds_recsredux2006-11-08 02:49 pm
Mean Drunk
Title: Mean Drunk
Author: Moonloon (
maryavatar on lj)
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5000 words, more or less
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fic gets me hot and creeps me out in almost equal measure, and I love every bit of it. It's a great example of the power of the tongue, as drunk!manipulative!Fraser uses his to great effect on sober!straight!Ray. It's terribly funny, with an engaging interwoven flashback structure, and, of course, it's knee-meltingly hot. WARNING: May be trigger-y for readers with sensitivies to non-con.
"Sorry, Fraser. I'm not making a lot of sense," Ray said, weaving down the road. "Damned imported beer. How strong was that stuff anyway?"
"Stronger than the wine everyone else was drinking." Fraser had a slight smile on his face, and he watched Ray trying to avoid a mailbox that wasn't actually in his way.
"Shit. Did I say anything stupid?"
"You might have slightly embarrassed Inspector Thatcher."
Ray thought about it for a moment. "Oh crap, I ogled her rack, didn't I?"
"And said..."
"...hellooooo, baby!"
"Yes." Fraser was openly smirking now.
"Oh God, I'm going to die." Ray hid his face in his hands, and almost tripped over his own feet.
"I'm sure the Inspector will get over it."
"In a couple hundred years." Ray took his hands away and glared blearily at Fraser. "I bet you've never make a complete idiot of yourself when you're drunk."
Fraser's smirk slid off his face. "Never anything so innocuous."
"Say what? Remember, I'm not firing on all cylinders right now."
Fraser cracked his neck. "My drunken outbursts are usually hurtful, rather than embarrassing. I tend to... repress things, which then get released under the influence of alcohol."
"Huh. So, all those times you've not said 'fuck off, asshole' come back and bite you in the ass?" Ray wondered what Fraser would say to the Ice Queen, and guessed it wouldn't be pretty.
Mean Drunk
Author: Moonloon (
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5000 words, more or less
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fic gets me hot and creeps me out in almost equal measure, and I love every bit of it. It's a great example of the power of the tongue, as drunk!manipulative!Fraser uses his to great effect on sober!straight!Ray. It's terribly funny, with an engaging interwoven flashback structure, and, of course, it's knee-meltingly hot. WARNING: May be trigger-y for readers with sensitivies to non-con.
"Sorry, Fraser. I'm not making a lot of sense," Ray said, weaving down the road. "Damned imported beer. How strong was that stuff anyway?"
"Stronger than the wine everyone else was drinking." Fraser had a slight smile on his face, and he watched Ray trying to avoid a mailbox that wasn't actually in his way.
"Shit. Did I say anything stupid?"
"You might have slightly embarrassed Inspector Thatcher."
Ray thought about it for a moment. "Oh crap, I ogled her rack, didn't I?"
"And said..."
"...hellooooo, baby!"
"Yes." Fraser was openly smirking now.
"Oh God, I'm going to die." Ray hid his face in his hands, and almost tripped over his own feet.
"I'm sure the Inspector will get over it."
"In a couple hundred years." Ray took his hands away and glared blearily at Fraser. "I bet you've never make a complete idiot of yourself when you're drunk."
Fraser's smirk slid off his face. "Never anything so innocuous."
"Say what? Remember, I'm not firing on all cylinders right now."
Fraser cracked his neck. "My drunken outbursts are usually hurtful, rather than embarrassing. I tend to... repress things, which then get released under the influence of alcohol."
"Huh. So, all those times you've not said 'fuck off, asshole' come back and bite you in the ass?" Ray wondered what Fraser would say to the Ice Queen, and guessed it wouldn't be pretty.
Mean Drunk
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