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07/28/2007: "Sanctuary Fic: Stale, Acrid (Larry Tolson/Detective Cavanaugh; R)"
Title: Stale, Acrid
Fandom: Sanctuary (that web series starring Amanda Tapping)
Rating: R, maybe?
Pairing: Larry Tolson/Detective Cavanaugh (the David Hewlett/Kavan Smith characters)
Spoilers: Sanctuary 1x01
Summary: Larry wants.
Notes: Hey look! Kavan Smith on another show! And Hewlett's playing a complete psychopath. Of course I have to slash them. Also, "Yes," mklutz said, "it's totally creepy. Post it!".
Cheap cologne, cheap cologne, it's all around him, stale and acrid, and it mixes with other scents – blood, blood, from his own mouth, bitten and raw inside, different kind of blood, not like in the room downstairs – and salt, tears, and hospital. Hospital on his clothes.
"Hospital," Larry mutters, and the guard kicks at his cell's bars.
Holding, holding, he's in holding, and they want him – want him here, locked up, ready to have his energy stolen. Again. Again.
But it wasn't him. Not this time. Wished it could be, maybe, wished he could do something so – pure. So cleansing. Talented.
"Didn't kill anyone this time," he says to himself, imagines Detective Cavanaugh standing there, listening. Cavanaugh, standing too close, body too warm. Sweating, angry, breath hot against Larry's face, fists clenched in Larry's shirt, and Larry is hard. Hard, desperate and aching – from the blood, the fear that lingered in that room, stuck to everything – floor, walls, TV – and stuck to Cavanaugh when he came in, when he dragged Larry out.
Hard, and he wants – something. Something he can't get in here, shoved away.
"We're keeping you for the night. At least," Cavanaugh had said, disgust twisting his mouth. He knows Larry didn't do it – Zimmerman told him, Zimmerman knows – but he wants Larry anyway. Behind bars, confined and watched and hungry.
"I'm hungry," Larry says, quiet, then loud. "Hungry."
Maybe if he says it loud enough, often – maybe if he bangs it against the bars, screams it – Cavanaugh will come back, angry mouth, heavy hands, and cheap cologne.
Cheap cologne and fear.
Larry wants.
End
