Two More Fics for mintriddell.
Title: No Privacy.
Author: cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Pairing/Characters:Union Jack/Destroyer, Toro/Bucky implied
Rating: PG13
Warning: Slash. And WW2 attitudes to homosexuality. think that's it.
Summary: Alone at last
Author's Notes: For mintriddell fanart, http://mintriddell.deviantart.com/art/Not-Private-Enough-153640381. Unbetaed.
“Alone at last.” Muttered Roger Aubrey, all but pulling Brian up the stairs. “Honestly, man could talk the hind leg off a donkey!”
Brian nodded. “Why aren’t you joining the Invaders?”
“Brian, we are alone together, in England, for the first time in 3 years. Your father is in London, your sister is either cleaning or making cow eyes at the American, the fish man and the robot-“
“Android,” Brian muttered desperately, “He’s an android.”
“The artificial man” Roger muttered, tackling his shirt’s buttons, “Are in the library, doing whatever it is they do. The boys are outside, exploring the grounds and enjoying good, wholesome, fun . We are thus all alone and unlikely to be disturbed, especially up here.” He glanced around the rooftops of Falsworth’s ancestral home, which had been their private place for as long as either of them could remember. Roger undid his trouser buttons, letting them fall off him in a wiggle of hips. “And you want to talk.” He pressed himself up against his lover. “Conduct unbecoming to officers first. Talking afterwards.”
“But-?”
“Unless,” Roger said, with a mischievous twinkle, “The mighty Union Jack is afraid.”
That had always been the way to persuade Brian to throw caution to the wind. Suddenly, Roger found himself been forced backwards, as Brian’s lips assaulted his own. Roger slipped his fingers up, groping desperately with the buttons on Brian’s shirt, groaning, as his fingers assaulted cotton. Brian laughed, as Roger pulled away from the kiss to glare at him.
“What?”
“You wear a dam site too many clothes, Falsworth.”
“Really?” The other man asked, smiling down at him. “Maybe you should just concentrate on the necessities then. After all, there is a war on.”
“Indeed.” Roger’s fingers had slipped to wrestle with the buttons on Brian’s trousers. “And that would also be reason for your lack of underwear?” As Brian flushed, he smiled. “What would nanny say?”
With a growl, Brian lunged at Roger, pinning him. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths, an internal fight for control, Roger leaning up to rub hungrily against Brian.
“Ohh!” A gasp made Roger pull away. Glancing over Brian’s shoulder, he could see a human shaped ball of flame.
“Toro.” He muttered, his heart hammering for a different reason now.
“I’m sorry. We didn’t think anyone would be up here...” Toro’s expression was horrified, and Roger glared furiously at Brian, who showed no signs of releasing him.
“Toro?” A voice came from the stairway to their left. “No fair, you know I can’t fly-Oh.” Bucky froze in the doorway, looking at the strange tableau.
“What are you guys doing?” He asked, suspiciously.
“We were just...” Brian began, but Roger cut him off.
“Wrestling!”
“Wrestling?” Brian repeated, his face showing what he thought of that as an excuse.
“Wrestling?” Toro asked looking confused.
“Wrestling?” Bucky repeated, with a look on his face not dissimilar to the look Roger had used to start all this. One that promised mischief. “Right. Well we’ll leave you to your “wrestling”” he said, his fingers actually making the quotation marks. He glanced across at his friend. “Come on Toro. You cheated, so you’re it.”
“But Bucky...”
“Come on.” Bucky said, grabbing Toro’s hand. “We’ll give these two some privacy for their,” He snorted again. “Wrestling.”
Toro followed, with a confused glance back at the two men. Almost as soon as they were out of sight, Brian began kissing and sucking on Roger’s collar bone.
“Brian.” He tried to get free, but Brian hadn’t released his arms during the whole of this. “Aren’t you...I’d expect you to be...what if they tell someone?”
“They won’t.” Brian said, simply, sucking very hard at where a normal shirt would open, an unusually bold move for him.
“But...”
“Roger.” Brian said, looking down at him in exasperation. “Don’t you think they’re a little old to be playing tag?”
There was silence as Roger considered this, before he gasped out a small oh.
“Exactly.”
“But they’re only...”
“Approximately the same age we were when we figured it out.” Brian shrugged. “They just appear to be a little quicker off the mark, physically.”
“Still,” Roger muttered, as Brian returned to kissing him. “This younger generation is hot stuff what?”
“I shouldn’t wonder. Now,” Brian said, looking down at the blonde man. “Do you mind if we break section 11 of the Criminal Law Amendment Act 1885 before we are interrupted again?”
Roger smiled. “Of course not. Lead on Macduff.”
“And no Shakespeare!” Brian muttered, getting back to business.
And in the hope it will inspire more doddles:
Title: What Spitfire saw or That Night by the lake.
Author: cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Pairing/Characters:Union Jack/Destroyer, Spitfire
Rating: PG13
Warning: Slash. And WW2 attitudes to homosexuality. think that's it.
Summary: How Spitfire found out about her brother and Roger. Unbetaed.
“Your son dances divinely, Adeline.”
“I wish I could take credit for that.” Lady Falsworth smiled. “But Brian’s talent is purely natural. You surely remember my debutant ball?”
“I remember you standing on my toes.” Lord Falsworth wandered over to join the group. He leant in slightly, kissing his wife.
“So the ball was a success after all.”
“So Falsworth, what do you think of Chamberlain huh? Peace in our times.”
Jacqueline Falsworth rolled her eyes, from where she sat listening to the adults’ conversation. She’d heard her father’s opinion on Chamberlain’s claims many, many, many times over the last few weeks in arguments with her brother.
Speaking of which, where was Brian?
She glanced around, looking over the revealers, but she couldn’t see Brian anywhere. Or Roger in fact.
She considered it. When she had last seen Brian, he was trying to avoid having to dance with Rebecca Rankin. He’d been heading towards...the lake. She glanced around to check that none of the adults were paying attention to her and then headed off down the path.
The moonlight danced among the trees, turning everything into some fairy tale landscape. She moved slowly, her satin shoes making no sound on the path down towards the fallen leaves.
The night was still and she could see Brian and Roger standing close together through the trees.
“I saw Rebecca Rankin giving you the glad eye.” Roger’s words were slurred together, and he seemed to be standing awful close to Brian. Almost rubbing up against him.
“You know I’m not interested in her.”
“What about Mary Beth? Those Americans girls bring in the money.”
“My family doesn’t need it.” Brian leant in close to Roger. “You know I’m not interested in any of those girls. Only you.”
“Only me” Roger’s words were slurring worse than ever, and he seemed to fall down. Jacqueline prepared to move, to help Brian get Roger into the house.
Then Brian gave a sudden groan, burying his hands into Roger’s hair.
“God Roger.”
“No Mary Beth. No Rebecca Rankin.” The words were muffled, but Jacqueline could still make them out.
“No. No girls. Only you.” Brian was panting, his breath coming in little gasp. Suddenly his whole body convulsed. “Roger.” He groaned, and she watched as the other man rolled away from him, a blissful smile on his face, his eyes partially closed. Then he saw Jacqueline.
“Shit!”
“What?”
“Your sister!”
The nearest Jacqueline had ever seen to the expression on Brian’s face, she had been 5 and he had been 6 and she had caught him trying to glue back together the pieces of a vase her grandfather had brought back from the Orient. She had run to tell their parents and Brian had been given the belt.
Brian’s face looked like it had when she had first seen the pieces of the vase spread out in front of him, except a thousand times worse.
She turned and ran.
******
“Jac? Jacqueline?” Jacqueline groaned, pulling her knees up to her chest. She’d stayed in her room since the night of the party as much as possible. Brian had been equally avoiding her. Or at least it seemed so, until tonight.
She heard the door been tried.
“Jac, it’s mean. Don’t make me use the cherry tree.”
He would do. She knew her brother enough to know when he set his mind to something, nothing would stop him.
Slowly, she unlocked the door.
Brian stood on the threshold looking guilty.
“May I come in?”
She shrugged, and stood aside, even though she knew her mother would say she was being rude.
As soon as she shut the door, Brian turned to face her. “I need to talk to you about what you saw on the party night.”
She nodded. She knew what she should say, what the law said, what her parents, her father especially would say. That what Brian and Roger were, what they were doing was wrong, that they must be sick or mad to do so, that it was illegal.
Instead she heard her voice saying.
“Do you love him?”
“Jac...”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” The admission was very quiet, but she still heard it.
“Would you marry him if the law let you?”
Brian looked like the possibility had never even occurred to him, but then he nodded. “Yes. In a heartbeat.”
She looked at him, searching for the truth before nodding.
“Then there’s nothing to say. He was looking at her, like she was the mad one so she explained. “I cannot pretend I understand it, or even that I approve, at the moment. But you’re serious about this. I can see it in your eyes. You look like Mary Beth when she speaks Joseph. You really care about him. And you’re not hurting anyone so...” she paused. “Just be careful.”
“Normally we are.” Brian sighed. “That night we’d both had too much to drink. Made us careless. won’t happen again.”
“Good.” She watched Brian fidget. “Why him, Brian? Why Roger?”
“Why Guivinere? Why Iodole? Why Juliet? The heart wants it wants.” He sighed.
“If father ever finds out....”
Brian snorted. “Father Suspects.” He observed, bitterly. “And we haven’t agreed on anything since I was about three. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to lessen his opinion of me.” He sighed. “It’s not for long any way.”
“Brian?” she looked at her brother, suddenly feeling very young and very afraid.
“I can’t live like this. With all the fighting, the arguing. We can’t agree on anything Jac.”
He paused, chewing his lip. “They say things are better for people like me in Germany. That some of their leaders are like us. That there’s a man writing about us. Saying we’re not sick in the head.” He looked at her. “Roger and I are thinking about going there. Getting away from all this.”
Almost unbidden, her eyes rose to the battered copy of Shakespeare’s plays, left from her school days. Their love had been as doomed, as hopeless. She’d just have to pray she did a better job than Friar Lawrence.
“I think you should.” She whispered. “If you can...be together there, then you should.”
She found herself engulfed in Brian’s arms, as he hugged her.
“You’re Brick, Jac. And I promise I’ll write.”
She wiped her eyes, which were streaming of their own accord. “You’d better. And tell Roger if he ever hurts you, I’ll hunt him down and knock his block off.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. “Don’t let Father hear you talking like that!”
“He was the one I heard using it.”
“Exactly.” He hugged her close. “Take care sis.”
“You too.” She stood up, watching as he walked away, hugging herself as she looked across the grounds. The day looked beautiful, but in the distance, just by the old caves where she and Brian had played as children, she could see storm clouds gathering.