"The Duel-First Kiss" Archie/Horatio, PG
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Disclaimer: I am not A&E. I am not C.S. Forester. I am not Ioan Gruffudd. I am not Jamie Bamber. I am not even Dorian Healey. Therefore, I own NOTHING. And I am certainly making no money.
A/N: First in a series of…what, five? I think five. I could be wrong. (*clearly has not written the rest yet*) This is a series of firsts, each a stand-alone, each Archie/Horatio.
Takes place right after the “Jack’s miss you, boy.” Creepy-ass-Simpson moment.
Horatio had whisked Archie away as quickly as decorum allowed for. Simpson, he knew now, was the cause of Archie’s maladies. The blue eyed midshipman had not spoken of the horrors visited on him by that man, but Horatio knew enough, from the whispers of the other men that Simpson was pure evil.
When he’d pulled Archie away from Simpson, he’d led him to the other side of the ship before guiding him out of the corridor and into a small alcove. He knew that he would need to calm Archie before they could return to duty. Once they were out of sight, he gently placed both hands on his friend’s shoulders.
“Archie, are you alright?” The other boy was trembling terribly in his light grip. “Archie?” he repeated, ducking his head to seek his friend’s eyes. Blue eyes latched onto brown, each pair taking in the face of the friend before him. Concerned at the smoldering fear, Horatio pulled Archie a little closer. “Archie, would you talk to me? Please?” he pleaded.
Archie started, looking at Horatio as though just noticing him. “Horatio?” he whispered. Before the other boy could react, he pushed himself into the circle of Horatio’s arms. Horatio was surprised by the sudden contact, but Archie was clinging to him as though he was the last sane thing in the world.
The blonde’s silent shaking was punctuated only by small sobs as he tried to find himself again. Horatio’s hands moved only slightly, rubbing circles on Archie’s back, gently stroking his curls.
Archie looked up at him after several minutes, his shaking less now, and his blue eyes clear. “I’m sorry…” he started to say, pushing himself away from his friend, but Horatio waved it away.
“It’s perfectly alright, my friend.” He murmured, as he rested his hand on Archie’s shoulder. Archie continued to watch him with a mixture of thanks, and guarded judgement. Horatio looked away from the shining eyes that seemed to be attempting to read his very soul. “Come on.” He said. “We must return to duty.” He leaned forward and, gently, so lightly that Archie wondered later if he’d simply imagined it, kissed his friends forehead. Then, peering furtively around the corner, Horatio led Archie out without letting go of his hand.
Both of them knew that he never would.
(A/N: Heehee, you thought I was going to get more graphic in part 1? Phsaw.)
Hope you enjoy! Look for a St. Just/Robespierre fic within the week.
Disclaimer: I am not A&E. I am not C.S. Forester. I am not Ioan Gruffudd. I am not Jamie Bamber. I am not even Dorian Healey. Therefore, I own NOTHING. And I am certainly making no money.
A/N: First in a series of…what, five? I think five. I could be wrong. (*clearly has not written the rest yet*) This is a series of firsts, each a stand-alone, each Archie/Horatio.
Takes place right after the “Jack’s miss you, boy.” Creepy-ass-Simpson moment.
Horatio had whisked Archie away as quickly as decorum allowed for. Simpson, he knew now, was the cause of Archie’s maladies. The blue eyed midshipman had not spoken of the horrors visited on him by that man, but Horatio knew enough, from the whispers of the other men that Simpson was pure evil.
When he’d pulled Archie away from Simpson, he’d led him to the other side of the ship before guiding him out of the corridor and into a small alcove. He knew that he would need to calm Archie before they could return to duty. Once they were out of sight, he gently placed both hands on his friend’s shoulders.
“Archie, are you alright?” The other boy was trembling terribly in his light grip. “Archie?” he repeated, ducking his head to seek his friend’s eyes. Blue eyes latched onto brown, each pair taking in the face of the friend before him. Concerned at the smoldering fear, Horatio pulled Archie a little closer. “Archie, would you talk to me? Please?” he pleaded.
Archie started, looking at Horatio as though just noticing him. “Horatio?” he whispered. Before the other boy could react, he pushed himself into the circle of Horatio’s arms. Horatio was surprised by the sudden contact, but Archie was clinging to him as though he was the last sane thing in the world.
The blonde’s silent shaking was punctuated only by small sobs as he tried to find himself again. Horatio’s hands moved only slightly, rubbing circles on Archie’s back, gently stroking his curls.
Archie looked up at him after several minutes, his shaking less now, and his blue eyes clear. “I’m sorry…” he started to say, pushing himself away from his friend, but Horatio waved it away.
“It’s perfectly alright, my friend.” He murmured, as he rested his hand on Archie’s shoulder. Archie continued to watch him with a mixture of thanks, and guarded judgement. Horatio looked away from the shining eyes that seemed to be attempting to read his very soul. “Come on.” He said. “We must return to duty.” He leaned forward and, gently, so lightly that Archie wondered later if he’d simply imagined it, kissed his friends forehead. Then, peering furtively around the corner, Horatio led Archie out without letting go of his hand.
Both of them knew that he never would.
(A/N: Heehee, you thought I was going to get more graphic in part 1? Phsaw.)
Hope you enjoy! Look for a St. Just/Robespierre fic within the week.