Red and Black

by dreamfighter920

One with black hair and one with red, both alike in dignity, on an island where we lay our scene, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. A pair of star-cross'd lovers live their lives whose secrets they must hide from their families and each other, will Gordon and his adventurous love be accepted? Gordon/OC, rated M for swearing and smut, a gift for Artemisdesari.

7. Chapter 7

Red and Black – Chapter 7

And I have once again returned on whatever day this is? Sorry this took longer to upload, I had to beat my step-dad at Call of Duty before I could write this but it was worth it.

BestUsernameEver54321: Sorry to hear that you're ill! Maybe the feels will make you better. It's short and I hadn't planned on writing this but it's especially for you!

Once upon a time, Gordon was a badass:

"You can't, it's too dangerous."

You really want to play this game? Gordon thought. It would be dangerous for both of them; simply by being together they could be putting their entire lives on the line. Tim worked in Russia a lot of the time, and Russia wasn't exactly famous for being gay-friendly; and Gordon had no idea how his father would react, he didn't imagine that it would go very well. Scott and John would probably be pretty chill about it, Virgil probably had money on it, but he felt that somewhere inside him that Alan would straight up laugh.

Still in each other's comforting embrace, there heard a deep and vile giggle coming from the doorway into the hotel. It was Konstantinov.

"Hahaha! You fackin' gay fags! Juss' like lass' time eh? 'Vat's why I get tventy times more pussy than you Tracy!" He laughed heartily at himself, he slowly started walking towards them; Tim wrapped his arms around Gordon, holding him closer to his chest and praying that this wouldn't be a repeat if last time. But Gordon looked up and started to break away.

"Well, twenty times zero is zero, Konstantinov. Maybe you should consider buying a calculator to go with that attitude." Tim started to grin and struggled not to laugh.

"Maybe you should buy a new attitude, Tracy." Konstantinov started to stand up to his full height, at least two heads taller than Gordon; Tim edged closer, ready to defend Gordon.

"I went to the attitude store the other day and asked for the asshole personality, but they said that you took the last one."

"You are askin' for 'vis!" He growled,

"You know, there are about 150000 words in the Russian language but not one of them can perfectly describe how much I want to hit you with a chair."

Tim actually had to hold his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. But it was soon to end as Konstantinov started to snarl at Gordon. While Gordon was too busy sizing Konstantinov up, Tim noticed his elbows begin to bend and fists clench.

Tim was quick enough to dive in front of Gordon and block Konstantinov's fist and pull into forward, giving him the space he needed to ram his elbow in his side. But Gordon wasn't defenceless; he ran behind Konstantinov and kicked his heel into the back of his knee. As the Russian began to fall Tim used an uppercut on his jaw, and he let out a high-pitched squeal of pain. But the giant was only at his knees and wouldn't stay down for long, so Tim grabbed Gordon's hand as they ran back into the event hall to see that they were just in time for the official photographs.

"Over here," Tim began, dragging Gordon towards the large crowd and donned his classic charming smile for the cameras.

"Even if he does come back in here he won't start a fuss in front of all these people."

The press photos seemed to take forever, and they always did for Gordon. It was one part of the Olympics that he hated; people from all around the world being able to see him from every angle and he had little to no control over it. This made it difficult for him to smile, but luckily for him, Tim could sense his discomfort; for the rest of the shoot and the questions they stood at the back together and relatively away from attention, holding hands the entire time and never letting go for one second.

At the end of the evening, they walking out into the street; waiting for Penelope to turn up, and waiting for when they would have to part. When Gordon saw FAB1 turn the corner, he gave Tim one quick kiss more before saying goodbye. He climbed into the back FAB1 and sat next to Penelope.

"Success?" She asked as they drove away, leaving the night behind.

"Success." He said.

Today on Gordon, the Master of Sass: he and his boyfriend take out a homophobic twat.

My parents are asleep in the next room as I write and I'm trying so hard not to laugh at my own jokes and it's actually painful how much I relate to Tim right now.

Please R&R for more Sassy Gordon in later chapters, seriously this was so much fun to write.

K well imma go now….