Notes: WARNING! Slashy yaoi homosexual content stuffs here! If it offends
you, go away. It's not my fault if you read it and get grossed out. That
and strong language.
This chapter is basically setting up everyone's mood and opinion on eachother right now.
In this story, I intend to involve those loveable enforcers more! Oh, I'm going to have fun with this!
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Agustus Black sat at a table in the gym, drawing idle circles on the table with his finger and he looked, glazed-eyed at Jackie working out, lifting weights. A smile teased the corner of his mouth, and he was completely ignoring the coffee he had in his free hand. He thought how nice Jackie looked, how strong when he was lifting that weight over his head.
He'd been rather enamoured over his friend for quite a while. He had a little crush on the man some ten plus years ago, and seeing him again after all those years had brought some of that back. But, it had never been very much until lately, when it'd been getting a little more attention in his head. He was finding himself more frequently distracted by the Asian man, and sometimes at the most inappropriate times.
Right now, he was content spending his little break from work watching the man, and admiring his muscles. Oh, there was nothing more that we wanted to do than go over there and take Jackie….. "Yo, Skipper. Hello?" Captain Black jumped in his seat.
He was so distracted, he hadn't noticed Kepler's approach. The green- eyed man was waving a hand infront of his face. "Earth to the Skipper!" He said. Black glared at the man, thinking how much he loathed that ghoti. "Kepler, what have I told you about calling me that? You will refer to me as everyone else around her does, 'Captain Black.' Got it?" "Righto, Skip." "Why are you bothering me?" "Don't you remember? You said to contact you immediately as soon as the new positron beam alignment is calibrated precisely." Kepler said the latter in a bad imitation of Black's deep, leaderly voice.
Black searched his brain. Oh yeah. "Erm, I'll be there in a minute." He said, waving a hand in dismissal. "Alright then, Cappy B." Kepler said, turning to leave the room. Black glared at his back until he had disappeared into the hall.
He looked back where Jackie had been working out, only to see empty equipment. He sighed at his loss and stood up to go back to work. He couldn't keep going on like this, it was getting out of hand. He'd have to get over Jackie or tell him the truth. And he would do it next week. Maybe.
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Ratso peaked into the room. There was chow, by himself, watching the news and gnawing on a can of tuna. He pulled all his courage together to go in and talk to the man, but it wasn't easy. He hesitated, unsure if he could force himself. He was very uncomfortable, and knew he shouldn't be pursuing like this. He knew better: Chow and Finn were an item.
They had been together, maybe three, four months now? One day everything had been perfectly normal, and the next, Chow and Finn started sneaking looks and subtle touches they thought no one noticed. It has been, needless to say, very awkward when Ratso walked in on them making out at HQ. (fish cannery was a better word for it) Then they had admitted to him that they went 'that way' and were messing around. They weren't really dating then, just playing with eachother. Ratso expected it to stay that way, and waited for it to pass, but was sorely disappointed.
Ratso had gathered from various comments that Finn still much liked women, but Chow seemed to be strictly butter side up. Or maybe he was just loyal to Finn? Finn, on the other hand, wasn't a very loyal person in Ratso's experience, and it disturbed Ratso to see one friend blind to the dangers of another friend.
Jealous? Maybe he was. Well, of course he was. He just didn't want to admit it.
Chow laughed at some car crash on TV. Ratso went into the room, "Hey, Chow?" Chow turned, tuna stuffed in his cheeks. He looked like an oriental chipmunk. "Mrmmm, yeahf?" he said through a mouthful of tuna. Ratso wasn't sure if he was smiling or wencing at the other man. "Uh, can I talk to you?" Chow swallowed the last bit in his mouth and glanced around suspiciously. "Urm, sure." He said, popping another forkful in his mouth.
Ratso plopped down on the other end of the couch, avoiding eye contact. Chow pushed himself around so he could look at the other enforcer and rest his back on the arm of the sofa. He tossed an arm dramatically over the back of the couch, "So….. wassup?" Ratso twiddled his thumbs and looked around nervously.
"Um, so, lets say you kinda like this person….."
"Sure, like….."
"No, but I mean, you REALLY like this person."
"Erm, yuh huh….."
"Well, I mean, if you like the person….."
"Uhhhh….."
Chow was getting kind of uncomfortable, and began fidgeting. Guys don't talk about these things. But Ratso was obviously distraught over something. He was a friend, he should help him….. he just didn't want to.
"Er, Chow….. have you ever….. I mean, when you're…. Ah, how do you know if you're….. in….." he waved his arms to try and articulate the word, "Love?" Ratso watched as Chow's lips pursed and he raised an eyebrow. "I, uh, dunno. Never been in love with anyone." He said, uncomfortably, "Why? You in love wit' someone?" Ratso bit his lower lip, "Well, I dunno….. What about you? Don't you got Finn?" Chow munched thoughtfully on fish, then answered, "Well, yeah, I do. Don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy, y'know, n'all. I screw around with him, but I'm not IN love with the dude." Ratso smirked, "So, like, 'I love you, but I'm not in love with you?'" Chow smirked back, "Kinda. Only without the breaking up and so on." Ratso quietly was disappointed.
"What do you think its like then? Love?" "Uhhh, I dunno. I guess you just kinda know it when….. It's there. Now, you are REALLY asking the wrong person here, Ratso. I don't know jack about this." He shifted himself in discomfort. "Whoever the chick is, things'll go fine." Chow said, not truly believing it, but wishing to comfort Ratso quickly and return to his TV watching and fish eating in peace.
Whatever he had said, it seemed to quiet Ratso. They both sat there for a couple minutes, Ratso thinking silently and Chow watching the news. They were apparently done with the conversation. Chow munched on his tuna and watched a movie review. "Chow?" Ratso asked, halfway through a blonde bombshell raving about the feel good of the season. "Mrmf?" Chow said, looking at the man out of the corner of his eye instead of bothering to turn his head. Ratso took a deep breath and blurted it out, "What did you do when you figured out you was gay?"
Every muscle in Chow's body froze. "Uhhhhhhhh….." Ratso quickly regretted asking. "I, uh, sorry….." Ratso got up and started to leave hastily. "Raatso?" Chow said from behind him. He forced himself to look back. Chow had turned himself around on the couch and was staring at him above the rim of his shades. "This chick….. She ain't a chick, is she?" Ratso looked at him, mortified and pink in the face at the truth. "Iiiiuuuhhhh, gotta go." He turned and tromped out, hiding his blushing face.
Chow stared at the empty doorway. He shook his head. Poor dude. He knew what he was going through too well. He'd figure it out soon enough. But, that brought up memories he'd rather not reminisce over. He chucked the empty can across the room and grunted satisfyingly as it swished through a small basketball hoop and into the trashcan.
"Whoa, what was all that about?" Chow turned his head eagerly at Finn's voice. He was glad to see the man. "Finn, hey. Him? Peh, he's just messed up over some puppy love or some shit." "Huh." Finn said, looking down the hallway in the direction Ratso had gone. Chow turned back to some reporter talking about a raging house fire.
Finn snuck up behind Chow and stuck his arms around his neck, resting his hands on the smaller man's chest. "Hey, what's up, sexy?" Chow groaned and rolled his eyes. Finn was at it again. Damn it. "Nuthin much, Finn. Jus' watching the neeewwwss." He replied, patronizingly. "What're you doin'?" He leaned back to look the man in the face. "Oh, nuthin much, Chow. Just about to kiss you." Finn said, bending down to meet his lips. He kissed them quick and sweetly and hugged the dark-haired man. His left hand crept a little low.
Chow slapped it and glared at Finn. "Finn, you perv'. That's all that's ever on your mind." Finn faked a chasten look, "Oh, but I wanna!" he said, pouting. "C'mon, I'll take you back to my place, we can order out, and stay iiinnn. Hmm?" His voice was almost a purr in Chow's ear. Chow nipped his neck teasingly, "Not now." "Tonight?" "Not today."
An exasperated and overly done groan escaped Finn's lips as he pulled his hands back to himself. He slung himself over the back of the couch and sat down, arms crossed, pouting some more. "Man, I'm gunna get dick-rot over here with you around! Finn needs sex." Chow shoved Finn over onto his side, "I'm not in the mood."
Finn laughed at him, "Wow, Chow. You are SUCH a woman!" Chow glared at the comment. "Finn is always in the mood! Finn needs sex." He took to poking Chow in the arm repetitively until the Asian man responded. "Look, if Finn shuts up, Finn'll get laid tomorrow. If Finn doesn't shut up, Finn's dick will rot off. Is that clear to Finn?"
Finn smiled, "Finn is now in the process of shutting up!"
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Valmont fingered the scars on his wrist and looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was free of Shendu, temporarily. He had annoyed Shendu with his sulking long enough, and they both were taking a little breather from eachother.
It had been a long time since he thought he was rid of the craggy old dragon for good. Such a long time since he had been with Jackie. Shendu knew of his feelings, they had a slight mental bond from their union, and he could pick up on those things. Every time Shendu showed up, to open a portal usually, Jackie would be there, and he'd be allowed a glance before being shoved away into unconsciousness. He lived for that one second or two. How he missed his love.
But it had been so long. So very long. He longed for his touch.
Valmont's head jerked in surprise as the demon returned home. He looked back at the mirror. "Welcome back, Shendu." He said, placidly. Shendu caught a trace of Valmont's thoughts left over in his mind. He would have rolled his eyes if he could. Valmont was such a needy little man, wasn't he? Well, he'd have to get over Chan pretty quick.
# I have returned from a discussion with my brothers and sisters, Valmont. We came to a unanimous agreement. # Valmont looked, boredly, into the mirror image of the golden spirit. # We have decided that Chan is too much of a risk to be allowed. As you know, he has sent back all the siblings I have released. For the last portals to be opened, Chan must be….. gone. # Valmont was suddenly more interested. "You don't mean….." # Chan is to be dead before the next portal is opened. # Shendu said, then with a mental smirk, # I just thought you might like to know. # "But, the portals. The old man will close them if we don't get to them first!" # The portals will still be pursued, but I have special plans for our old friend first. # The idea didn't fly well with Valmont.
"I don't suppose I get a say in the matter?"
# No! #
"Ah."
Shendu took over Valmont's body and stood up. Valmont sat, passively, in the back of his mind. Bloody hell. He needed some alcohol, and quick.
Shendu jerked back to the mirror. "Oh yes, there is one more matter. From now on, you will have your body to yourself a lot more." Valmont pondered this. Shendu's smile was not what it seemed. It never was.
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Jackie wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. Usually a work out cleared his mind, but it didn't work this time. He was still raging with a million thoughts he didn't care to think. Section 13 problems, University problems, Jade problems, Shendu problems, and, hidden among the others, Valmont problems.
Seven months since he had talked to Valmont, seven months since he had seen him in control over his own body. It had been hard at first, but the pain dampened as the weeks wore on. It still hurt to see Shendu, on the rare occasion he did. It had been so long, Valmont was probably over him. He should be too.
Jackie glanced in Black's direction. Gus was staring again. He acted like it wasn't obvious to all of Section 13 that he was crushed on the archeologist. Everyone knew, probably even Jade. He wasn't too subtle to staring.
Maybe it was time he moved on, forget about the elusive Christopher Valmont and find new interests. Gus wasn't so bad. Sure, we was bald and twenty feet tall, but, hey. Chris wasn't bald. Jackie thought of the snowy tresses, free from the ponytail, flowing over his strong shoulders, then blanked it out. Valmont was gone from him, and wasn't coming back. Time to move on.
Jackie sighed.
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Notes:
This chapter is basically setting up everyone's mood and opinion on eachother right now.
In this story, I intend to involve those loveable enforcers more! Oh, I'm going to have fun with this!
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Agustus Black sat at a table in the gym, drawing idle circles on the table with his finger and he looked, glazed-eyed at Jackie working out, lifting weights. A smile teased the corner of his mouth, and he was completely ignoring the coffee he had in his free hand. He thought how nice Jackie looked, how strong when he was lifting that weight over his head.
He'd been rather enamoured over his friend for quite a while. He had a little crush on the man some ten plus years ago, and seeing him again after all those years had brought some of that back. But, it had never been very much until lately, when it'd been getting a little more attention in his head. He was finding himself more frequently distracted by the Asian man, and sometimes at the most inappropriate times.
Right now, he was content spending his little break from work watching the man, and admiring his muscles. Oh, there was nothing more that we wanted to do than go over there and take Jackie….. "Yo, Skipper. Hello?" Captain Black jumped in his seat.
He was so distracted, he hadn't noticed Kepler's approach. The green- eyed man was waving a hand infront of his face. "Earth to the Skipper!" He said. Black glared at the man, thinking how much he loathed that ghoti. "Kepler, what have I told you about calling me that? You will refer to me as everyone else around her does, 'Captain Black.' Got it?" "Righto, Skip." "Why are you bothering me?" "Don't you remember? You said to contact you immediately as soon as the new positron beam alignment is calibrated precisely." Kepler said the latter in a bad imitation of Black's deep, leaderly voice.
Black searched his brain. Oh yeah. "Erm, I'll be there in a minute." He said, waving a hand in dismissal. "Alright then, Cappy B." Kepler said, turning to leave the room. Black glared at his back until he had disappeared into the hall.
He looked back where Jackie had been working out, only to see empty equipment. He sighed at his loss and stood up to go back to work. He couldn't keep going on like this, it was getting out of hand. He'd have to get over Jackie or tell him the truth. And he would do it next week. Maybe.
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Ratso peaked into the room. There was chow, by himself, watching the news and gnawing on a can of tuna. He pulled all his courage together to go in and talk to the man, but it wasn't easy. He hesitated, unsure if he could force himself. He was very uncomfortable, and knew he shouldn't be pursuing like this. He knew better: Chow and Finn were an item.
They had been together, maybe three, four months now? One day everything had been perfectly normal, and the next, Chow and Finn started sneaking looks and subtle touches they thought no one noticed. It has been, needless to say, very awkward when Ratso walked in on them making out at HQ. (fish cannery was a better word for it) Then they had admitted to him that they went 'that way' and were messing around. They weren't really dating then, just playing with eachother. Ratso expected it to stay that way, and waited for it to pass, but was sorely disappointed.
Ratso had gathered from various comments that Finn still much liked women, but Chow seemed to be strictly butter side up. Or maybe he was just loyal to Finn? Finn, on the other hand, wasn't a very loyal person in Ratso's experience, and it disturbed Ratso to see one friend blind to the dangers of another friend.
Jealous? Maybe he was. Well, of course he was. He just didn't want to admit it.
Chow laughed at some car crash on TV. Ratso went into the room, "Hey, Chow?" Chow turned, tuna stuffed in his cheeks. He looked like an oriental chipmunk. "Mrmmm, yeahf?" he said through a mouthful of tuna. Ratso wasn't sure if he was smiling or wencing at the other man. "Uh, can I talk to you?" Chow swallowed the last bit in his mouth and glanced around suspiciously. "Urm, sure." He said, popping another forkful in his mouth.
Ratso plopped down on the other end of the couch, avoiding eye contact. Chow pushed himself around so he could look at the other enforcer and rest his back on the arm of the sofa. He tossed an arm dramatically over the back of the couch, "So….. wassup?" Ratso twiddled his thumbs and looked around nervously.
"Um, so, lets say you kinda like this person….."
"Sure, like….."
"No, but I mean, you REALLY like this person."
"Erm, yuh huh….."
"Well, I mean, if you like the person….."
"Uhhhh….."
Chow was getting kind of uncomfortable, and began fidgeting. Guys don't talk about these things. But Ratso was obviously distraught over something. He was a friend, he should help him….. he just didn't want to.
"Er, Chow….. have you ever….. I mean, when you're…. Ah, how do you know if you're….. in….." he waved his arms to try and articulate the word, "Love?" Ratso watched as Chow's lips pursed and he raised an eyebrow. "I, uh, dunno. Never been in love with anyone." He said, uncomfortably, "Why? You in love wit' someone?" Ratso bit his lower lip, "Well, I dunno….. What about you? Don't you got Finn?" Chow munched thoughtfully on fish, then answered, "Well, yeah, I do. Don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy, y'know, n'all. I screw around with him, but I'm not IN love with the dude." Ratso smirked, "So, like, 'I love you, but I'm not in love with you?'" Chow smirked back, "Kinda. Only without the breaking up and so on." Ratso quietly was disappointed.
"What do you think its like then? Love?" "Uhhh, I dunno. I guess you just kinda know it when….. It's there. Now, you are REALLY asking the wrong person here, Ratso. I don't know jack about this." He shifted himself in discomfort. "Whoever the chick is, things'll go fine." Chow said, not truly believing it, but wishing to comfort Ratso quickly and return to his TV watching and fish eating in peace.
Whatever he had said, it seemed to quiet Ratso. They both sat there for a couple minutes, Ratso thinking silently and Chow watching the news. They were apparently done with the conversation. Chow munched on his tuna and watched a movie review. "Chow?" Ratso asked, halfway through a blonde bombshell raving about the feel good of the season. "Mrmf?" Chow said, looking at the man out of the corner of his eye instead of bothering to turn his head. Ratso took a deep breath and blurted it out, "What did you do when you figured out you was gay?"
Every muscle in Chow's body froze. "Uhhhhhhhh….." Ratso quickly regretted asking. "I, uh, sorry….." Ratso got up and started to leave hastily. "Raatso?" Chow said from behind him. He forced himself to look back. Chow had turned himself around on the couch and was staring at him above the rim of his shades. "This chick….. She ain't a chick, is she?" Ratso looked at him, mortified and pink in the face at the truth. "Iiiiuuuhhhh, gotta go." He turned and tromped out, hiding his blushing face.
Chow stared at the empty doorway. He shook his head. Poor dude. He knew what he was going through too well. He'd figure it out soon enough. But, that brought up memories he'd rather not reminisce over. He chucked the empty can across the room and grunted satisfyingly as it swished through a small basketball hoop and into the trashcan.
"Whoa, what was all that about?" Chow turned his head eagerly at Finn's voice. He was glad to see the man. "Finn, hey. Him? Peh, he's just messed up over some puppy love or some shit." "Huh." Finn said, looking down the hallway in the direction Ratso had gone. Chow turned back to some reporter talking about a raging house fire.
Finn snuck up behind Chow and stuck his arms around his neck, resting his hands on the smaller man's chest. "Hey, what's up, sexy?" Chow groaned and rolled his eyes. Finn was at it again. Damn it. "Nuthin much, Finn. Jus' watching the neeewwwss." He replied, patronizingly. "What're you doin'?" He leaned back to look the man in the face. "Oh, nuthin much, Chow. Just about to kiss you." Finn said, bending down to meet his lips. He kissed them quick and sweetly and hugged the dark-haired man. His left hand crept a little low.
Chow slapped it and glared at Finn. "Finn, you perv'. That's all that's ever on your mind." Finn faked a chasten look, "Oh, but I wanna!" he said, pouting. "C'mon, I'll take you back to my place, we can order out, and stay iiinnn. Hmm?" His voice was almost a purr in Chow's ear. Chow nipped his neck teasingly, "Not now." "Tonight?" "Not today."
An exasperated and overly done groan escaped Finn's lips as he pulled his hands back to himself. He slung himself over the back of the couch and sat down, arms crossed, pouting some more. "Man, I'm gunna get dick-rot over here with you around! Finn needs sex." Chow shoved Finn over onto his side, "I'm not in the mood."
Finn laughed at him, "Wow, Chow. You are SUCH a woman!" Chow glared at the comment. "Finn is always in the mood! Finn needs sex." He took to poking Chow in the arm repetitively until the Asian man responded. "Look, if Finn shuts up, Finn'll get laid tomorrow. If Finn doesn't shut up, Finn's dick will rot off. Is that clear to Finn?"
Finn smiled, "Finn is now in the process of shutting up!"
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Valmont fingered the scars on his wrist and looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was free of Shendu, temporarily. He had annoyed Shendu with his sulking long enough, and they both were taking a little breather from eachother.
It had been a long time since he thought he was rid of the craggy old dragon for good. Such a long time since he had been with Jackie. Shendu knew of his feelings, they had a slight mental bond from their union, and he could pick up on those things. Every time Shendu showed up, to open a portal usually, Jackie would be there, and he'd be allowed a glance before being shoved away into unconsciousness. He lived for that one second or two. How he missed his love.
But it had been so long. So very long. He longed for his touch.
Valmont's head jerked in surprise as the demon returned home. He looked back at the mirror. "Welcome back, Shendu." He said, placidly. Shendu caught a trace of Valmont's thoughts left over in his mind. He would have rolled his eyes if he could. Valmont was such a needy little man, wasn't he? Well, he'd have to get over Chan pretty quick.
# I have returned from a discussion with my brothers and sisters, Valmont. We came to a unanimous agreement. # Valmont looked, boredly, into the mirror image of the golden spirit. # We have decided that Chan is too much of a risk to be allowed. As you know, he has sent back all the siblings I have released. For the last portals to be opened, Chan must be….. gone. # Valmont was suddenly more interested. "You don't mean….." # Chan is to be dead before the next portal is opened. # Shendu said, then with a mental smirk, # I just thought you might like to know. # "But, the portals. The old man will close them if we don't get to them first!" # The portals will still be pursued, but I have special plans for our old friend first. # The idea didn't fly well with Valmont.
"I don't suppose I get a say in the matter?"
# No! #
"Ah."
Shendu took over Valmont's body and stood up. Valmont sat, passively, in the back of his mind. Bloody hell. He needed some alcohol, and quick.
Shendu jerked back to the mirror. "Oh yes, there is one more matter. From now on, you will have your body to yourself a lot more." Valmont pondered this. Shendu's smile was not what it seemed. It never was.
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Jackie wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. Usually a work out cleared his mind, but it didn't work this time. He was still raging with a million thoughts he didn't care to think. Section 13 problems, University problems, Jade problems, Shendu problems, and, hidden among the others, Valmont problems.
Seven months since he had talked to Valmont, seven months since he had seen him in control over his own body. It had been hard at first, but the pain dampened as the weeks wore on. It still hurt to see Shendu, on the rare occasion he did. It had been so long, Valmont was probably over him. He should be too.
Jackie glanced in Black's direction. Gus was staring again. He acted like it wasn't obvious to all of Section 13 that he was crushed on the archeologist. Everyone knew, probably even Jade. He wasn't too subtle to staring.
Maybe it was time he moved on, forget about the elusive Christopher Valmont and find new interests. Gus wasn't so bad. Sure, we was bald and twenty feet tall, but, hey. Chris wasn't bald. Jackie thought of the snowy tresses, free from the ponytail, flowing over his strong shoulders, then blanked it out. Valmont was gone from him, and wasn't coming back. Time to move on.
Jackie sighed.
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