Author profile: A. Kite
Author: akite
Website/link to fic: Tales of A. Kite
Fanlore page: A Kite's fanlore.org wiki page
First DS fic posted: 2002
Full disclosure: A. Kite and I are mutual flisters, and I have betaed for her.
Pairings: Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Kowalski
Style and strengths: A. Kite has produced two dozen or so stories in the fandom since 2002. She writes slash almost exclusively; her first stories were Fraser/Kowalski and then she expanded to Vecchio/Kowalski, as well as tackling a few other pairings. She is one of a few authors who have written "Teen Rays" stories, which posit that the Rays knew each other as teenagers in high school. Her writing is straighforward, frequently explicit (yum) and often humorous. In addition, she is an active member of the fandom, taking part in fiction challenges, chats and the general mayhem.
Other DS/C6D activity: She has written a number of stories in the wider C6D, including Hard Core Logo, Wilby Wonderful, and some crossovers featuring these, Buried On Sunday and Whiskey Echo.
Some favourites:
Kowalski Investigations is a Chandleresque AU in which Constable Benton Fraser seeks the services of Ray Kowalski, PI.
I knew he was trouble the minute he walked through the door. He was tall, dark, and gorgeous. The type that attracts trouble like a magnet. I thought I’d caught a break for minute there. My secretary, Frannie, was out to lunch and couldn’t get her mitts on him first. Then he opened his mouth. Told me why he was there. Showed me her picture. I shoulda known there was a dame involved. There always is with a guy that gorgeous.
Shards. Two Rays with issues picking up the pieces together.
I tried to steer clear of being alone with Kowalski after that, and it worked for a little while anyway. We did good work. Things were humming along. We broke two big cases in as many weeks. Then I started doing it again - the pushing domination thing. We got some time off, and I decided we were going to shop for Stanley a car. I decided, not him. I picked him up and drove him around to the car lots. He was looking for a fix-er-uppper, something sporty. I pushed him at the bigger, classier cars.
Yeah, I know it was one of those subconscious thingies now. I wanted another helping of Polish sausage, but being a guy, and you know. I didn't know that I wanted it. Well, I did know, but I didn't want him to know. I didn't want to acknowledge to myself that I wanted my partner to fuck me up the ass again. I couldn't ask for it. No way.
Henry's Place. Ray Kowalski learns how to fit in up in Canada. "I'm Larry King. No jokes, ok? And this is my partner, John. We call him Big John up on the crew." Larry put his hand over the other guy's and squeezed it. I almost choked on my beer. What the hell was this? A delegation from the gay oil field worker's union?
Website/link to fic: Tales of A. Kite
Fanlore page: A Kite's fanlore.org wiki page
First DS fic posted: 2002
Full disclosure: A. Kite and I are mutual flisters, and I have betaed for her.
Pairings: Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Kowalski
Style and strengths: A. Kite has produced two dozen or so stories in the fandom since 2002. She writes slash almost exclusively; her first stories were Fraser/Kowalski and then she expanded to Vecchio/Kowalski, as well as tackling a few other pairings. She is one of a few authors who have written "Teen Rays" stories, which posit that the Rays knew each other as teenagers in high school. Her writing is straighforward, frequently explicit (yum) and often humorous. In addition, she is an active member of the fandom, taking part in fiction challenges, chats and the general mayhem.
Other DS/C6D activity: She has written a number of stories in the wider C6D, including Hard Core Logo, Wilby Wonderful, and some crossovers featuring these, Buried On Sunday and Whiskey Echo.
Some favourites:
Kowalski Investigations is a Chandleresque AU in which Constable Benton Fraser seeks the services of Ray Kowalski, PI.
I knew he was trouble the minute he walked through the door. He was tall, dark, and gorgeous. The type that attracts trouble like a magnet. I thought I’d caught a break for minute there. My secretary, Frannie, was out to lunch and couldn’t get her mitts on him first. Then he opened his mouth. Told me why he was there. Showed me her picture. I shoulda known there was a dame involved. There always is with a guy that gorgeous.
Shards. Two Rays with issues picking up the pieces together.
I tried to steer clear of being alone with Kowalski after that, and it worked for a little while anyway. We did good work. Things were humming along. We broke two big cases in as many weeks. Then I started doing it again - the pushing domination thing. We got some time off, and I decided we were going to shop for Stanley a car. I decided, not him. I picked him up and drove him around to the car lots. He was looking for a fix-er-uppper, something sporty. I pushed him at the bigger, classier cars.
Yeah, I know it was one of those subconscious thingies now. I wanted another helping of Polish sausage, but being a guy, and you know. I didn't know that I wanted it. Well, I did know, but I didn't want him to know. I didn't want to acknowledge to myself that I wanted my partner to fuck me up the ass again. I couldn't ask for it. No way.
Henry's Place. Ray Kowalski learns how to fit in up in Canada. "I'm Larry King. No jokes, ok? And this is my partner, John. We call him Big John up on the crew." Larry put his hand over the other guy's and squeezed it. I almost choked on my beer. What the hell was this? A delegation from the gay oil field worker's union?