Title: We're Made Out Of Blood And Rust

Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Duke Crocker/ Nathan Wuornos
Categories: angst, slash, smut
Length: medium, 3,373 words
Warnings: season 3 bitterness? threat and gloom?

Author on LJ: n/a?
Author Website: Skyline on AO3

Summary: “Look, you’ve been really, uh. Supportive. I guess. In your own way. But can you maybe stow the condescension for the night? Disdain doesn’t mix well with anything I serve here.”

Review: And even if their history wasn’t half-written in blood, Nathan is numb to hands and knives; to Duke, who is somewhere in between.

Featuring numb-but-still-willing-to-sex!Nathan, a fantastic Duke voice, and a general aura of threat and gloom...

Nathan pays Duke a very ambiguous night time visit sometime after the revelation of Duke's Trouble has come out. It's staggeringly well written. Some awesome twists of language in the descriptions.

We're treated to Duke's snarky opinion on Nathan and snarky opinion on himself, as well as hints of their shared backstory. Did I mention the bitterness? There's lots of that, albeit interspersed with the lines that still draw a laugh... Which is why I like this fic, in particular for these two, because it captures all the shades of anger and violence, snarky banter, love and concern, within the bluntness of its alcohol- and threat-fuelled smut.

In a startling show of restraint, Nathan does not pull a gun on him, which oh, goody, means death won’t come knocking today. Nor is Wuornos wearing his Serious Detective Face. No doubt that means Nathan is here in an unofficial capacity to lord his moral superiority all over Duke’s nice clean bar.

Joy. The floors will get all sticky with condescension and virtue.

We're Made Out Of Blood And Rust