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The Supper Club (Bender/Andrew | R | 3,866 words) has Andrew and Bender meeting again years down the road. Honestly, I surprise myself every time I reread this story with how much I like it. Things start out rather bleak but end up happy. And Andrew and Bender are such guys.

Excerpt:
"I took her to the prom," Andy said. He felt weirdly defensive. "But that's all."

"That's right," Bender said. He signalled for another beer. "I remember now. You still hang out with your jock friends? Dave? Mike? Craig?"

"Fuck," Andy shook his head. "How can you remember all those names?"

"I made 'em up. You're a walking clich, Andy. So what - you're in shipping?"

"How- How did you know that?"

"Like your Dad, right?"

"Yeah, like my Dad." Andy took another nacho, even though the cheese was starting to go cold and hard. "I um. I work for my Dad," he admitted.

"No shame in that," Bender said. But he looked a little amused, and that kind of pissed Andy off.
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The Case of Kings (Andrew/Bender | R | 1,378 words) has Andrew and Bender after the movie. Bender's voice is really good. There's also some delicious aggression crackling between these two.

Excerpt:
"That? That was classy," Andrew says, waving his hand in the general direction of the parking lot where Bender left Claire sniffling and no doubt headed for daddy's Mercedes and a shopping trip to make everything all better.

Bender stares at him, hair in his face and the cold biting through the coat he wears. Andrew looks warm and toasty in his letterman's jacket, looks like he's just gotten out of some ad for the Gap, all perfectly worn-in jeans and white smile. Even his slouched posture looks like a goddamn advertisement for whatever is supposed to be the perfect high school jock image of the moment. John Bender hates him, very clearly hates him for everything he has in that one moment of time. And hates himself for admitting it, even if it gets no further than his own head.
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A Lobotomy and Some Tights (Bender/Brian | NC17 | 3,247 words) has Bender fixing Brian's elephant lamp. There should be more Breakfast Club slash, and this story highlights that fact. It's well-written and hot. What more could a person ask for?

Excerpt:
Bender narrowed his eyes. "I'll bet you're the type whose mommy writes his name on all his tags, aren't you, Brain?" Bender sat up and dragged Brian forward before he could react, falling practically into Bender's lap while his arms circled around him, pulling at the tag on his sweater.

"Hey!" Brian yelled.

"Look at that," Bender said, his voice low and hot in Brian's ear. "Property of Brian Ralph Johnson."

Bender sat back on his elbows, his eyes almost black and partially covered by his hair. Brian didn't move, his hands on Bender's thighs, the coarse fabric of his army surplus pants rough on Brian's palms. Bender had said Claire and Andrew didn't know his friends on that Saturday when they'd had detention, but Brian had heard some interesting rumors when he'd asked around. And the fact that Bender hadn't already punched his lights out meant that they might be true.