ds_recsredux | Beside You, The Distance Between, BDTMFH

Fandom: Hard Core Logo
Title: Beside You
Author: Zen&Nancy
Pairing: Joe/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Length: Mediumish
Why I love this: Oh, where to start? Well, for a start this is Joe and Billy, when they're just starting out, told from an absolutely perfect Joe POV. I mean completely perfect, this story is so in Joe and Billy's skins, and although Joe's high on drugs, and they're on this crappy mattress in these crappy digs, and they never communicate normally, they fit, and it's wonderful.

"What's wrong?" He asks again, kicking a leg out this time. The leg kicks the covers off, and pretty soon his arm is dropping off the mattress to grope for the lamp that sits on the floor next to the bed. He doesn't turn it on, waiting for me to speak before committing himself to awakeness.

"I can't sleep."

"Fuck. Fuck you." He pulls his arm back up without turning on the light.

"No, really. I need you to fuckin' talk to me, or I'm gonna go out of my fucking mind." I'm glad he didn't turn the light on. It's a lot easier to say this in the dark.

"So what?"

"So wake up."

He makes a long groaning sound that's mostly A's and R's, and then gropes at the side of the bed for his cigarettes. "Say please again."

I laugh, giving in because it means I win, and I don't have to lie here alone staring at the ceiling all night. "Please again."

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Fandom: due South/Hard Core Logo
Title: The Distance Between
Author: aukestrel
Pairing: Joe/Fraser
Rating: NC-17
Length: Pretty long
Why I love this Story: Ok, so this is on the offchance that one of you hasn't read this story *g*. And if you haven't? What on earth are you doing? Go, read it! This is a post Victoria's Secret Fraser, and a pre film Joe, and it's just so painful, and so real it takes my breath away. Fraser's understandably in a pretty bad way in this fic, and Auk really gets Fraser, gets under his skin, gets this need for punishment and atonement that Fraser has, and Joe gets that, too. Joe, for all of his punkish self delusion, for all of his flaws sees right through Fraser, and the power struggle that ensues is complicated, and hot, and a great insight into two characters that maybe aren't that different after all.

I push at him, arching my back and trying to get leverage to roll him back over and he grabs my wrist and hauls it up over my head, pins it into the pillow. Then he fucking licks my pit and bites me, makes me shudder up and down and I taste blood on my tongue, aftereffect of me trying not to make a sound. We always had to be quiet and this guy's so fucking noisy. I grab his other arm and try to twist it behind his back and the fucker laughs at me, twists his hand so he's got my wrist and then pulls that one up over my head too. And then... and then he fucking kisses me, long and dirty and deep, knows exactly what to do with that tongue. I go all limp under him, kiss him back, feel his fingers slack off on my wrists. I lull him a few more seconds - man's got a goddamn talented tongue - and then heave and roll hard. Took him by surprise: I'm back on top now.

We stare at each other a few seconds, both breathing heavy. I'm not sure if he's going to get angry. He doesn't: just looks at me and then finally smiles a little, flicks his tongue out, Jesus, goddammit can I pick 'em.

"What is your name?" he asks, and his voice is deep and thick and makes me want to tell him anything, everything, and I open my mouth and answer him before my brain even catches up.

"Joe."

"Hi, Joe."

Weird crazy fucker. I grin right back. "Hi, Ben. Who are you and what've you done with Guilt Boy?"

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Fandom: HCL/ due South
Title: Burning down the Mother-Fucking House
Author: Sister Wolf
Pairing: None really, Joe/RayK preslash ish
Rating: R for language (dude, this is Joe Dick!)
Length: Medium
Why I love this fic: This had me sold on the premise: Instead of Fraser, Joe Dick is attached as liason to the CPD, and, in his own words. 'My name’s Constable Joe Mulgrew, Royal Canadian Motherfucking Police. I first came to fucking Chicago on the trail of the spooge-sucking fuckfaces who offed my fucking old man, and for reasons that don't need fucking exploring at this fucking juncture, asshole, I stayed '. So when Ray Vecchio goes undercover, and Ray Kowalski switches places, Joe is understandably confused. What follows is ~~completely wonderful crack~~ a thoughtful meditation on place and identity, using the switch between the Rays to allow Joe to consider the transitory nature of his own existence. There is another story, E-Fucking-Clipse, which follows this one, and is just as special, but if you're looking for a way of spraying coffee on your keyboard, this is a pretty sure bet.
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