Serious Conversation (37/?) (J/A)
This fic is rated: B for Boring
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Summary: An evening "at home" with not-happy Alec.
Warnings: It's no secret -- they've had sex!
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: 381
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
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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!
"Dinner in bed -- don't you think that sounds a little ridiculous?" Alec asked.
"Not at all," James said, reaching out to caress his cheek. Alec didn't turn away, but neither did he lean into the touch like he otherwise might have.
All day he'd been like this; stubbornly uncommunicative. Withdrawn.
James was starting to wonder if he'd made a mistake. He'd thought that sex would bond them together, the way it always had in the past -- but now they seemed farther apart than ever.
He settled down on his haunches, so he was at eye level with Alec. "Talk to me," he ordered.
Alec looked at him for a moment, and then smirked. "Sometimes, I really wish you could cook. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a real fry-up? Bacon, and eggs, and tomatoes ... "
"Alec -- be serious."
"I am," Alec said, his eyes going wide and innocent. "What could be more serious than a good English breakfast?"
James sighed. Obviously, he wasn't going to get anything out of Alec by trying to push him.
"Let me get you into bed," he said. Before Alec could protest, he pushed the chair to the bedside. But he was forgetting something. "I need to get your pajamas -- I'll be right back."
He was halfway back, though, when he heard a crash, and cursing. He dashed the last few yards to find Alec clinging to the bedsheets, trying to hold himself up even though his legs had buckled beneath his weight. James hurried to lift him the rest of the way into the bed.
"You forgot to lock the wheels," he said.
"I didn't realize you were about to try something stupid."
"It's not bloody stupid to want to be able to get into bed under my own power."
"No, you're right, it's not." He brushed a strand of hair back out of Alec's face. It wasn't surprising that Alec was going a little stir-crazy. He'd have to remedy that -- and soon. "I was just afraid that you'd hurt yourself."
For a moment, he thought Alec was going to say something -- perhaps even a moment of honesty. But then it passed, his face closed off again. "Get the dinner," he said. "I'm tired."
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Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Summary: An evening "at home" with not-happy Alec.
Warnings: It's no secret -- they've had sex!
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: 381
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
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!
"Dinner in bed -- don't you think that sounds a little ridiculous?" Alec asked.
"Not at all," James said, reaching out to caress his cheek. Alec didn't turn away, but neither did he lean into the touch like he otherwise might have.
All day he'd been like this; stubbornly uncommunicative. Withdrawn.
James was starting to wonder if he'd made a mistake. He'd thought that sex would bond them together, the way it always had in the past -- but now they seemed farther apart than ever.
He settled down on his haunches, so he was at eye level with Alec. "Talk to me," he ordered.
Alec looked at him for a moment, and then smirked. "Sometimes, I really wish you could cook. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a real fry-up? Bacon, and eggs, and tomatoes ... "
"Alec -- be serious."
"I am," Alec said, his eyes going wide and innocent. "What could be more serious than a good English breakfast?"
James sighed. Obviously, he wasn't going to get anything out of Alec by trying to push him.
"Let me get you into bed," he said. Before Alec could protest, he pushed the chair to the bedside. But he was forgetting something. "I need to get your pajamas -- I'll be right back."
He was halfway back, though, when he heard a crash, and cursing. He dashed the last few yards to find Alec clinging to the bedsheets, trying to hold himself up even though his legs had buckled beneath his weight. James hurried to lift him the rest of the way into the bed.
"You forgot to lock the wheels," he said.
"I didn't realize you were about to try something stupid."
"It's not bloody stupid to want to be able to get into bed under my own power."
"No, you're right, it's not." He brushed a strand of hair back out of Alec's face. It wasn't surprising that Alec was going a little stir-crazy. He'd have to remedy that -- and soon. "I was just afraid that you'd hurt yourself."
For a moment, he thought Alec was going to say something -- perhaps even a moment of honesty. But then it passed, his face closed off again. "Get the dinner," he said. "I'm tired."
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