Messes (J/A) (44/?)
This fic is rated: G
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Warnings: barfing
This series contains sex that, while nominally consensual, takes place during and after brainwashing. As the character is incapable of giving any meaningful consent, the sex in the story would legally and ethically be considered rape. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Word Count: 433
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
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James woke suddenly and realized that he was alone. "Alec?" he called.
The walker was gone. Of course it was; Alec might be getting stronger, but he still needed help. James rolled over to his other side, thinking at first that Alec might have gone to the bathroom, but the door was standing open, the light off.
He rolled out of bed, pulled on his pajama bottoms, and went searching. He couldn't have gone very far ...
And he hadn't. He found Alec in the other room, staring disconsolately at an empty bottle of vodka.
"Alec -- "
"James! I hope you've brought more vodka!" He was grinning like an idiot, but to James's eyes it looked forced.
"Don't tell me you drank it all," he said, though he could see clearly that he had.
"Every drop."
"This isn't like you."
"How would you know?"
The question hit him like a kick in the chest. This was Alec; partner, best friend, lover ... liar, traitor.
"Alec, please." He took a deep breath, and then spoke in a rush. "Don't push me away."
For a moment, it was as if all Alec's walls had come down. He looked up at James, a mixture of despair, confusion, old pain, and desperate hope flashing across his face. "James, I want -- oh, no, I'm going to -- "
James managed to step to the side just before Alec bent forward and vomited.
When he was finished -- for the moment, at least -- James draped one arm over his shoulder, got his arm around Alec's waist, and hauled him to his feet. He started to retch again; James got him to the bathroom just in time.
He could do nothing but rub Alec's back as he was sick.
By the time Alec had thrown up not only all the vodka he'd drunk, but everything he'd eaten for the past day, he looked limp and wrung out. When James tried to talk to him, all he would do was moan. So James helped him wash his face and brush his teeth, got him to drink a glass of water, and tucked him into bed.
He was snoring almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. James stood looking down at him for a long moment. He couldn't help feeling that he'd missed an opportunity to find out what was bothering Alec. If he'd come in just five minutes earlier --
For a moment, he almost gave in to the temptation to shake Alec awake, make him talk. But instead, he went to clean up the mess.
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Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Warnings: barfing
This series contains sex that, while nominally consensual, takes place during and after brainwashing. As the character is incapable of giving any meaningful consent, the sex in the story would legally and ethically be considered rape. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Word Count: 433
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
Feedback: yes, please!
My FanFic Masterlist
Series Master List
Chapter One
Previous Chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
James woke suddenly and realized that he was alone. "Alec?" he called.
The walker was gone. Of course it was; Alec might be getting stronger, but he still needed help. James rolled over to his other side, thinking at first that Alec might have gone to the bathroom, but the door was standing open, the light off.
He rolled out of bed, pulled on his pajama bottoms, and went searching. He couldn't have gone very far ...
And he hadn't. He found Alec in the other room, staring disconsolately at an empty bottle of vodka.
"Alec -- "
"James! I hope you've brought more vodka!" He was grinning like an idiot, but to James's eyes it looked forced.
"Don't tell me you drank it all," he said, though he could see clearly that he had.
"Every drop."
"This isn't like you."
"How would you know?"
The question hit him like a kick in the chest. This was Alec; partner, best friend, lover ... liar, traitor.
"Alec, please." He took a deep breath, and then spoke in a rush. "Don't push me away."
For a moment, it was as if all Alec's walls had come down. He looked up at James, a mixture of despair, confusion, old pain, and desperate hope flashing across his face. "James, I want -- oh, no, I'm going to -- "
James managed to step to the side just before Alec bent forward and vomited.
When he was finished -- for the moment, at least -- James draped one arm over his shoulder, got his arm around Alec's waist, and hauled him to his feet. He started to retch again; James got him to the bathroom just in time.
He could do nothing but rub Alec's back as he was sick.
By the time Alec had thrown up not only all the vodka he'd drunk, but everything he'd eaten for the past day, he looked limp and wrung out. When James tried to talk to him, all he would do was moan. So James helped him wash his face and brush his teeth, got him to drink a glass of water, and tucked him into bed.
He was snoring almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. James stood looking down at him for a long moment. He couldn't help feeling that he'd missed an opportunity to find out what was bothering Alec. If he'd come in just five minutes earlier --
For a moment, he almost gave in to the temptation to shake Alec awake, make him talk. But instead, he went to clean up the mess.
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