Lovers 100 : Torn 1/5
Title: Torn, Part I (of V)
Summery: Post-DMC, pre-start of AWE, Andrew confronts James about what’s been wearing on him. The results are not what he expected.
Prompt: 050. Relationship
Pairing: Navyboy Threesome
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Parts: II III IV V
James’s clenched fists came down hard on the table, causing the teacups to rattle. “What is going on in your head, Andrew?” He demanded, patience long since lost.
Andrew merely glared at him, “Don’t play the fool, James. It doesn’t suit you.”
“You were overjoyed that I wasn’t dead, and now?” James scoffed, “Now you look at me as though I might as well be.”
Andrew stared, laughing humorously, darkly, “You know perfectly why, James. Did you think that I would just ignore it? Think it was nothing?”
“Ignore what?” James yelled back.
“Stop trying to deny it, James.” Andrew growled. He shook his head, “I know you’re fucking him!” He screamed, standing forcefully, throwing his chair back, so it tipped over, crashing loudly on the floor.
James stopped, “What…?”
“I’m not a simpleton, James. He has a warrant out for your arrest and then suddenly you return out of nowhere one day and he makes you an Admiral?” Andrew shook with silent fury. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” He screeched, “Beckett, you bloody git!”
“Beckett?!” James squeaked.
“Beckett is not a forgiving man; he is not even a man. He would never give anything without something in return.” Hearing James’s stunned silence he clenched his teeth, forcing the words out, “So how is it, then? Being the personal lapdog to Satan himself? I can’t help but wonder- do you swallow it?”
Without thinking, James struck him, balled fist connecting with the bridge of Andrew’s nose and his eye.
Andrew’s mouth fell open and he gasped at the sudden and unexpected force. He stumbled, loosing his balance, and falling hard to the ground.
“Don’t…” James breathed hard through clenched teeth, eyes darkened dangerously, “Ever insult me… like that…”
Andrew stared up at him, eyes wide and beginning to water. He reached a hand up to gingerly touch his face.
James’s arms fell slack at his sides as Andrew tried to pull himself away from him, scooting a few inches with one arm. His eyes widened, “Oh God… Andrew…” He reached out, realizing what he had done.
Andrew pulled away, shaking. “Stay away!” He yelled, “Keep away from me!”
“Andrew, oh God no… no… no I‘m so sorry…” James’s breathing grew erratic, hitching with Andrew’s pained look of betrayal and hurt. “Please…”
Andrew jerked away and hauled himself to his feet. He never turned his back on James. “Keep back!” He shrieked. He backed wildly for the door, fumbling with his hands behind him, nearly falling down the steps as he ran blindly.
The door swung on its hinges.
James stood, staring, as Andrew disappeared down the lane. His knees gave way beneath his weight and he fell to a crumpled heap, burying his head in his hands.
He sat alone in Andrew’s empty house.
Summery: Post-DMC, pre-start of AWE, Andrew confronts James about what’s been wearing on him. The results are not what he expected.
Prompt: 050. Relationship
Pairing: Navyboy Threesome
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Parts: II III IV V
James’s clenched fists came down hard on the table, causing the teacups to rattle. “What is going on in your head, Andrew?” He demanded, patience long since lost.
Andrew merely glared at him, “Don’t play the fool, James. It doesn’t suit you.”
“You were overjoyed that I wasn’t dead, and now?” James scoffed, “Now you look at me as though I might as well be.”
Andrew stared, laughing humorously, darkly, “You know perfectly why, James. Did you think that I would just ignore it? Think it was nothing?”
“Ignore what?” James yelled back.
“Stop trying to deny it, James.” Andrew growled. He shook his head, “I know you’re fucking him!” He screamed, standing forcefully, throwing his chair back, so it tipped over, crashing loudly on the floor.
James stopped, “What…?”
“I’m not a simpleton, James. He has a warrant out for your arrest and then suddenly you return out of nowhere one day and he makes you an Admiral?” Andrew shook with silent fury. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” He screeched, “Beckett, you bloody git!”
“Beckett?!” James squeaked.
“Beckett is not a forgiving man; he is not even a man. He would never give anything without something in return.” Hearing James’s stunned silence he clenched his teeth, forcing the words out, “So how is it, then? Being the personal lapdog to Satan himself? I can’t help but wonder- do you swallow it?”
Without thinking, James struck him, balled fist connecting with the bridge of Andrew’s nose and his eye.
Andrew’s mouth fell open and he gasped at the sudden and unexpected force. He stumbled, loosing his balance, and falling hard to the ground.
“Don’t…” James breathed hard through clenched teeth, eyes darkened dangerously, “Ever insult me… like that…”
Andrew stared up at him, eyes wide and beginning to water. He reached a hand up to gingerly touch his face.
James’s arms fell slack at his sides as Andrew tried to pull himself away from him, scooting a few inches with one arm. His eyes widened, “Oh God… Andrew…” He reached out, realizing what he had done.
Andrew pulled away, shaking. “Stay away!” He yelled, “Keep away from me!”
“Andrew, oh God no… no… no I‘m so sorry…” James’s breathing grew erratic, hitching with Andrew’s pained look of betrayal and hurt. “Please…”
Andrew jerked away and hauled himself to his feet. He never turned his back on James. “Keep back!” He shrieked. He backed wildly for the door, fumbling with his hands behind him, nearly falling down the steps as he ran blindly.
The door swung on its hinges.
James stood, staring, as Andrew disappeared down the lane. His knees gave way beneath his weight and he fell to a crumpled heap, burying his head in his hands.
He sat alone in Andrew’s empty house.