Title: Independence Day
Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)
Pairing(s): Tintin/Haddock
Rating: M
Warning(s): slash, sexual content, coarse language, mentioned non-con, fanfic of a fanfic,
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Moulinsart. I am also not associated with Bianca Castafarina in any way, short of knowing that she exists.
Other tidbits: I adore Bianca Castafarina's fanfic "Deliverance," AKA the one where Haddock and Tintin are coerced to fuck by a serial killer. There was a prompt on the kinkmeme requesting a sequel. With Bianca's permission, here I am, making that sequel. I can only hope I don't hopelessly butcher this. I've never written a fan-fanfic before.
This will be a two parter, by the way. "Teh buttsecks" will be for next time.
Part One: Captivity
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Tintin anchored the morning paper with an underarm before placing a hand on the slumbering man's shoulder.
"Captain. Captain!" He whispered, the urgent tone steadily increasing. "Wake up! It's important!"
The captain squirmed, grumbled before resuming snoring. Tintin sighed.
"Archie! Wake up!"
Haddock jumped. He faced left and right before staring at the redhead before him.
"Tintin!" His fingers pressed hard into the lad's shoulders. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong…" Then Tintin smiled. "…But I do have some good news."
The captain sighed in relief, loosened his grip. Haddock yawned, rubbed an eye, and checked the time. "Seven in the morning? It better be good news if you're awaking me at this hour!"
"It most certainly is," He freed the paper and handed it over. "Read the headline."
Haddock did, out loud. "Serial killer Gacy found guilty, sentenced to death…"
They stared at each other, both sporting wide grins the Cheshire Cat would envy. Haddock tossed the newspaper aside, leaned over Tintin, and hugged him.
"Thundering typhoons, that slimefish is gonna get the justice he deserves!" He hopped out of bed, whooped, and stepped away a merry jig.
"Yes, that's right!" Tintin's smile changed to a frown. "But it's just such a shame that at least thirty-three others met their end by him before we helped caught him..."
Haddock stopped dancing. "And we could've easily been numbers thirty-four and thirty-five thanks to the FBI." He shuddered.
"You know Captain… I was reading about Gacy and it appears all of his victims were much younger than us. Even I'm a couple of years older than his oldest victim. And you… you were closer to his age! A true outlier!"
He nodded, absentmindedly because he did not know why he was. "Uh-huh… So what are you getting to, lad?"
Tintin clutched his face. "What I'm getting at is that what if he succeeded in killing us and that caused him to change his MO? The FBI knew that he wouldn't possibly target you by normal circumstances." He turned sheet white. "And since you would've witnessed my murder, he would've killed you too. If we had failed, then he could've killed even more…"
"Don't worry about that, lad." Haddock placed a hand on his back. "If he had killed you, I would've killed him with my bare hands. Anyone that lays a finger on you will have to deal with me as well."
"Yes, but…"
"But?…"
"Even though our encounter helped us realize that we… y'know—" He clasped a broad hairy hand, stared into ocean blue eyes, "—At the same time I—"
"—We've been through this before. What happened to us happened. I'm just so sorry that we had to start like that."
"I'm more sorry that I still can't bring myself to kissing my lover without tearing up inside. I just wish that I could find it in me to find the strength to something beyond hug and tell you that I love you."
Haddock knew exactly what Tintin was talking about. They established a romantic relationship a week after Gacy was captured, taken into custody. That was back in December of 1978. Now it was March 1980, and even now the most intimate they ever were consisted of an occasional bear hug. Sex was clearly not the most important thing in their relationship, if the length showed anything, but he could see how torn Tintin felt. And when Tintin was upset, damn straight he was upset as well.
Haddock leaned against him, caressed him. He titled his head to an ear. "… You'll find it in you, lad. Don't give up."
Tintin sniffed. "I hope I do." He clutched onto Haddock as if it was for dear life. "I hope I do, I hope… I swear, if it wasn't that I lost my virginity with that monster watching me—"
A whining little dog scratching at the door panes interrupted him. Slowly he peeled himself away. "Maybe I would have the strength, if my first time did not happen like that…"
Tintin exited with Snowy, leaving Haddock standing alone in his pajamas. The old sea captain thought over the lad's last words. They repeated in his mind, eating away at his soul, until a light bulb turned on.
"Of course! Why didn't I think of that sooner? Archibald, you sure do surprise yourself sometimes!"
Captain Haddock had a plan. It was crazy, but it was crazy enough to work. He just hoped that it wouldn't botch anything else in the process.
