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K/S NOVELS OF ALEXIS
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a Wiseguy fanzine
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“Slash.” All Sonny/Vinnie. 238 pp. Contains adult content.
THE WAR INSIDE, a novella: (A 20 page prequel to this novella was written over 20 years ago and published in the zine Dyad 3 in 1990. The prequel is reprinted for context, but is the only reprint in this zine.) Vinnie wrestles with his growing feelings for Sonny while learning that Sonny himself has started to question his own choices in life and may be feeling an urge to run. Both men face off only to realize they think more alike than they ever realized, and may actually share the same dreams of a different future together. Everything spun. Sonny fell forward pushing Vinnie back. Vinnie took one hand out from under Sonny’s shirt and cupped the back of his neck, feeling the fringe of soft dark hair touch his fingers. He pressed down on the back of his head and forced the man to kiss him harder. He felt the weight of Sonny on him shift. It was beautiful to hold him like this. But it was horrible. The most horrible nightmare ever. It was betrayal from the deepest pit of Hell. What he was doing was vile. The kind of evil that kills love and fractures souls. This was not the way he’d been raised. This was not the kind of man he was. And it was no longer about the law. Vinnie gasped, “I can’t do this.” Gasped again. “I can’t do this to you!”
THE SAFE HOUSE: What if, after hours of being trapped in the old Rialto, beaten, exhausted and desperate, Sonny starts trying all the exits again and one of the doors flies open? This story starts with an escape, a gun, a stolen car and a drive into the mountains that will change Sonny and Vinnie’s lives forever. Sonny shoved the gun into Vinnie’s cheek. “Shut up and don’t move!” He surveyed him, a mean look overtaking his already enraged eyes, then grabbed the waistband of Vinnie’s black trousers. “You don’t get these, either.” He tugged, breaking the buttons off easily, pulling them down. “You don’t get clothes, you don’t get food or anything! You hear me?”
THE THREE O’CLOCK DRIVE: After Vinnie is taken out in the middle of the night on suspicion of being a cop and almost killed by Sonny and his henchmen, he finds himself in an awkward and ironic position of feeling betrayed by the man he is in the process of betraying. The truth of Sonny’s friendship and what it means to Vinnie sheds new light on his conscience and brings to the surface feelings he can’t deny. Vinnie’s anger flared. He didn’t mean to, but he pushed Sonny hard in the chest, and said, “I didn’t take you out to kill you, did I? What kind of friend does that anyway?” His fist pushed him again, toward the wall. Sonny stumbled back, caught himself. “Take that swing now, why don’t you?” Sonny said, voice low. Vinnie pushed him a third time, and Sonny stumbled against the wall by the sink. Vinnie was up against him. There was no personal space now…none worth measuring at least. The heat between them flared suddenly. More than fire. Nova.
DON’T: Sonny’s coming onto Vinnie and Vinnie is finding it harder and harder to say no to him. He didn’t like how Sonny looked…all shadowy and forbidden yet alluring and friendly, and his eyes looked like they’d be willing to do anything…anything at all. Vinnie could call the shots. Vinnie could be in control. Vinnie could take this guy all the way down and Sonny would probably just laugh the whole time, low and loving it. Sonny reached out to his shoulder. So predictable. Like he always did. So Vinnie knew what to do. He reached up and grabbed Sonny’s hand hard before it got to its mark, and he pushed back, and he said, teeth gritted, with a fury he thought was fake, “Don’t!”
DARK DEEDS: Sonny the tempter seduces a reluctant Vinnie to the dark side where things do not go at all as planned. One night, a beautiful night, really, when the rain was falling softly on the windshield making the traffic lights into kaleidoscope snowflakes, and everything seemed moist and secret and hidden and just oh so fine, the kind of night when souls are damned or saved, Sonny said to him, very softly, “I know you don’t like whores, but I know the sweetest place.” Vinnie was driving. He said, without making any excuses, and without taking his eyes off the road, “No.”
THE WEATHER OUTSIDE, a novella: While Vinnie watches Sonny sleep, he makes a decision that changes everything. The result: they are separated for three long months. Each faces agonizing introspection, and a love that refuses to die. Vinnie thought, Look at him. The angel holds darkness at bay… for the moment. He realized his thoughts were becoming strange, and decided he was still somewhat drunk. But he couldn’t stop looking at him. And he wondered, Could I kill that? That sleeping boy? This guy who’s just using anything within his means to keep his business and himself afloat?
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