A/N: Oh hello M-rating, it's been a while. If you haven't figured out what Gordon is by now, I'll leave it up to interpretation. A future session will explain this further but for now THEY FUCK. A little something for making you all wait almost a year for an update.

Recognize it? (c) VALVe


Session # 12: Jealousy

Plagiarism in Black Mesa was not only rampant but practically encouraged. Rumors that some of the higher-ups had stolen technology from Aperture Science annoyed Gordon, more so the man snidely telling him said rumor. Dr. James Sayers was the floor douchebag, his applied mathematical skills were only rivaled by Freeman's intellect; his general nastiness to the physicist's liver capacity. A student of CalTech, Sayers was one of the '96-98 arrivals along with Gordon but out of that batch, only four remained, himself and Gordon included. Freeman remained out of sheer determination, and sneaking out to type all his reports and investigations in what he would later find out to be Barney's barracks.

Gordon fumed out of the conference room, furious at the fact that Sayers spit on years of his work, blood and sweat. The isolation of 0-dimensional clusters not oscillating strings could very well discredit the String Theory the physicist hated so much. His research into electromagnetic vibrations in order to achieve such a result could've net Black Mesa the big one: the Nobel Prize. And Sayers screwed him over by moving one decimal in the trial final draft. It actually caused a small explosion during preliminary trials. The only reason Freeman hadn't been demoted to staff again was the fact that: a) small explosions were common at the labs, b) James' experiment failed even more spectacularly.

So pissed was he that he completely ignored Barney's hello and barked at the interns for no goddamn reason other than blowing off steam. Damn, Gordon's mad, he observed oh so brilliantly, and it didn't take long to figure out why when Sayers walked out of the same conference room with a smug grin on his face. "Barney to the rescue then," Calhoun shrugged; easier said than done. Once his best friend was in a bad mood, he'd stay that way for a while, like a brat. That is...until he found the PA system hub during his seventh floor rounds.

The intercom system beeped alive. Great, what now? he thought as he looked up. "Gordon, this is God," the PA announced, catching anyone's attention within earshot of any terminal. "Collete, they're at it again," Dr. Cross grumbled as her girlfriend merely shook her head with a smile. "I'm a little busy right now. Can you take a message?" Freeman answered right back. "I command you to go get the undeniable bad-ass Barney a beer. Preferably chilled." Gordon laughed as he flipped the camera off. "That's not nice, I'll smite thee wit-" "CALHOUN!" Dr. Kleiner yelled from behind the cop. "Oh shit! Uh, remember that beer!" Freeman smiled as Sayers just glared at him. "Some coddling from your boyfriend?" "Fuck off Jim" he replied, annoyed at the floor douche ruining such a sweet moment,"You wish you could get a crack whore half as good to suck your cock."

"Oh come on, you were right there! How you not see that perfect shot?" Barney complained in the gun training compound. "Nope. Sorry, couldn't see your tiny, tiny peashooter," Gordon was particularly feeling a bit snippy over a Magnum. The security guard figured his friend could use a round of target practice after such a nasty day. But by the way things were going, he would need more targets to relieve his own frustration with Freeman than he had anticipated for both of them. All the scientist did for the last hour was belittle everything in sight; his clothes, his coworkers, his posture, even his love life. He'd given up his afternoon for his friend, but to Dr. Freeman, it meant nothing.

"It's because of you Blue Shift-" In that moment, Barney towered over the scientist's body, pushing him against the wall. "I know you want to irk the shit out of me, Freeman," he growled into his friend's ear. He knew it took most of Gordon's will to not react and even more to be this close. "Is it working?" the physicist asked, annoyed. "Yes." In his frustration, the cop left in a huff, wondering out loud why did he even bother, and dropped the invitation. Gordon huffed and resumed aiming. He unloaded three perfect shots onto the poor watermelon, ah, the effects of sexual frustration and alpha male instincts over target practice.

"Stupid...what's that?" Gordon picked up the small paper and read it as he reloaded. His heart twisted with instant regret, it was a dinner invitation to present a thesis draft for evaluation. He placed the gun on the table and ran to Blue Shift's dorms. He had to get to Barney now! "Where's Calhoun?" he asked Otis. "On shift, you just missed him." "Good."

He had to update his doctoral thesis and now he had motivation for it as he read his friend's work. He had to beat Sayers in the one area he knew he was, quote, "the fucking best". And second, to have his best friend enjoy a wonderful night for free. After all the shit he put him through, it was the least Gordon could do. He sat down the old bed and read intensely. No one heard or saw Freeman for the rest of the day, and the smell of microwave food and coffee permeated the air.

Barney was proud of himself, they were great drafts. His got his findings across without sounding like a pretentious ass. Calhoun's aerodynamic systems were vastly more efficient than what the scientists were implementing. "Change the parameter to 0.01 and you're good," the scientist greeted him at the door, beer mug chilled and ready for consumption. "Gordon, what the fuck?" Like a kid who didn't want someone copying his test, the guard held his notes close to his heart. He'd been had. "It's amazing," Gordon grinned. "What?" "Your paper on aerial navigation systems..." "You read my draft...and you liked it." Freeman nodded and handed both the rest of the draft and the invitation over. "You'll do fine at the evaluation, Barney. You'll get the chance to get the fuck out of here and be a fine engineer," he grinned, offering a handshake. "Um, you wanna come with me? To the dinner I mean." "What about Lauren?" "You're my best friend and smartest person I know. I think she wouldn't like such a boring dinner." Freeman smiled for a moment, "Aww, thanks, Ba-" then a look of slight annoyance, "did you just call me boring?" "Yeah, pretty much."

Session # 13: Night

A month before the Incident...

For some reason, Barney was particularly restless one night. He offered to take over his roommate's night shift just to free up his mind and relax him. He used the vents he and Gordon used to help Kleiner to make the patrols more interesting. After an uneventful night, he figured he could slip by Freeman's small abode for his fowl-themed revenge.

Gordon was up late as usual, writing up the analysis for the new samples. His eyes were dreary from insomnia, one hand writing down minute observations, the other holding his head up. Perfect, the cop thought as he slowly opened the door to the dorm, knowing his friend was too tired to notice. His plan: play the world's ultimate gay chicken showdown. He inched closer and took a gentle sigh on the back of the scientist's neck. Instead of seeing Gordon hit the ceiling in surprise as he had assumed, the drowsy man moaned in unashamed pleasure, "Yes..."

He could turn away right now and let the scientist sleep and win, but something about the way he said that single word invited him to stay hidden and tease a little more. He covered his eyes, pushed his head to the side and clicked off the desk lamp. His lips suckled the fringes of that close-cut mess of auburn hair, smiling when the shudder rolled from the lower back up.

Next thing he knew, Barney found himself on his friend's bed, being dominated with fervent kisses and exploratory touches in the dark. He felt as the scientist growled in unexpected hunger, undressing his torso quickly. His mind told him to call it off and push his very needy friend off, but...he found himself too deep in to bother. It felt amazing and weird; getting his groin rubbed with one hand and held down with another. Each kiss stole a little of his breath away. Between groans and gasps, he could've sworn the excited man was growling his name under his breath.

Gordon on the other hand, let his body relax himself with whoever was under him. So entranced he was with the mysterious visitor, he groaned Barney's name in pleasure. He really didn't care if the person beneath him heard; all he was thinking about was having the guard on naked, all four legs and riding him until stupid. Lucky him, this tryst had a convenient dick, making the mental replacement that much easier. He was growing harder by the spit swap, melding their forms into the double-back. The New Mexico moon shone into the dorm's window, white light covering its every nook and cranny. It was then that Gordon saw who was quickly becoming his much needed relief and stopped in his tracks. HOLY SHIT...He quickly got off his bed and backed off to assess the situation. He had been seconds away from taking his pants off and unknowingly fuck his best friend to oblivion.

Before another coherent thought went through his mind, he saw as a half-dressed Calhoun squirming in pleasure. "Don't stop," Barney moaned. "Go home Barnes, you won." In his stupor, the guard pulled him on top with a passionate liplock. "Fuck that..." he growled as they made their way under the scientist's bedsheets, "Do it." Of course it was awkward and let's face it, once the pants were off, this set-up was fairly different than a woman's. It was painful at first, preparing him, but not enough to dissuade Barney from what was in store. A massage to the legs and the inner thighs had him bucking for it, prompting the cop to ask, "The hell did you learn to do this?" "Greek week at MIT." Lies, all lies, making Freeman hiss. That first intrusion was awkward. It was messy, the whole affair made Gordon flip down the group picture he had simply because Lauren was on the image. He didn't want anyone to share the moment as he repeatedly penetrated his best friend until he screamed his name.

That morning, while the sun was just peeking out of the canyon landscape, Gordon opened his eyes feeling better than he had in months. His room was a complete mess, clothes littered the floor, forming a trail to the unkempt bed and followed to his best friend's naked figure. He looked so peaceful, covered in sweat from exhaustion. The scientist closed his eyes to relive how they had screwed all through the night, how they said each other's name during the affair, how they synchronized their movements for the best fuck the physicist could possibly remember. His eyes were glossy just remembering the moment Calhoun dug his nails into his shoulders and seized his lips, to keep the screaming to a minimum. But the fact that what they had done would have severe consequences, the cop had been unfaithful to his girlfriend and Gordon had crossed the best-friend line about one passionate night away.

"Where do we go from here?" Barney warmly asked as he woke up, sore but satisfied. Gordon was already awake, grabbing a mug of coffee for both of them. Satisfied, the guard took a sip of the sweet black drink and gave his lover a smile. "Nowhere." The pained expression on Freeman's face instantly worried Barney but a sudden haze knocked him out cold. The next thing he knew, he was in his own dorm and unable to remember just what happened last night. All he could muster were the ghost sensations, wild and dizzying, but most of all, toe-curling pleasure. Even thinking about it made him rise halfway to the occasion, something Gordon had no problem pointing out.

"Having wet dreams, Barnes?" "Shut up and get me a beer; I may have had the most incredible night and I can't remember ANY of it," Calhoun said rather annoyed but mostly...disappointed. "Right away dear. Newspaper too?" Freeman shrugged. "Only if you don't burn breakfast, sweetie." "Wow, a misogynist and a horny asshole; I'm flattered," the physicist commented with his trademarked smirk and two painkillers. "I love you too," the guard shot back, smiling right back and clinking his bottle with Gordon's. Nothing had changed...

Session #14 Fear

It was during the crossing between the main lab branch and the Lambda Complex that Gordon knew he was being followed. It wasn't HECU; those men were as subtle as a brick to the face, or the aliens; he could hear the dimension-ripping portals a mile away. No, it was something he couldn't track. The near infrasonic squeaks of worn-down leather seemed to echo in the dank vents. It sounded like a scientist walking about but that's what unsettled Freeman; he was walking, not running for his life. The OD-hanged haunting left the physicist quite unnerved with people who he considered his coworkers. He remained inside the small space and peeked out through a gap.

It was indeed someone from Military Applications, a much younger man than the usual balding or gray-haired peer. He actually seemed around Freeman's age and it would've been welcoming had his entire frame not been covered in blood. In his right hand was a knife, dripping with congealed red drops. The man stopped in his tracks for a nerve-wracking second then turned his eyesight straight to Gordon. "I know you're there, bird," five words that made Freeman scramble as fast as he could away from that one spot. But no matter where he went, the stranger followed relentlessly, giggling along the way. Calling him "bird" terrified the hell out the physicist, that person knew his secret but how!?

Wait, the physicist stopped in his tracks and decided to get a better look at the person chasing him. The bloody bastard was not from Military Applications but upon closer inspection...this was not a stranger. "Sayers." The man halted and smirked, "Freeman. Knew you were weird but this? This is just amazing," James sneered at his former coworker. "Added bonus, it makes you look like a hypocrite." That earned the sociopath an amused eyebrow from Gordon, "How so? And don't get pretentious on me; I'm busy." "Looking for your fuck buddy? Or just finishing the job?"

"I don't want to hurt you, Jim; I really don't," Gordon argued, withdrawing his gun regardless. From the computer screens, a tiny MIDI-like song began to play...a music box. Freeman immediately recognized it and immediately cringed. Sayers heard nothing, only the sounds of the fellow scientist clicking his safety off. "That's what the soldiers said before they started killing your coworkers, Gordie," he said in what could only be described as being truly dead inside, "They begged for absolution. We all really thought they were there to help us. But you...you don't need help."

"I'm sorry but where exactly does becoming a serial killer fit in this little monologue you have going?" Freeman cut right to the chase only to get tasered into submission. "Shut up, I'm having a moment of lucidity," Sayers mused, pressing his bloody shoe onto Gordon's cheek, "And it's back!" He then proceeded to kick the scientist to the side. "You see, Bird, yeah that's your name from now on, I was one of the three candidates for today's experiment. Me, you, and that Mossman bitch. But Administrator Breen wanted 'only the best' for this occasion; naturally I was disgusted to see you take that spot. And now," Sayers continued, calmly stomping onto Freeman's back, "I can see my apathy was completely justified, fucking cheater."

"So you killed the scientists because of that?! That -cough- doesn't make sense!" "No, dumbfuck; I didn't kill all the scientists..." a condescending expression lined the rival's face, "I only killed the idiots who thought I was inferior. Y'know, like you." Gordon hocked a full wad of blood into Sayer's face and grinned, "Likewise, asshole." Another crushing stomp to the back was in order, now digging his heel into the shoulder and causing distress to those critical muscles. The music box became louder and louder, bouncing off the walls as the hallway's lights began flickering. Each kick to Gordon's body made cracking and squishing noises that echoed the halls, even through the HEV suit's protection. The agony of his beautiful wings being broken and torn inside his own body was all the more evident when the victim screamed.

"S-Stop now, Sayers!" Freeman tried to convince his assailant to lay off. "I finally have you eating dirt, like hell I'm passing this by." He was unredeemable and about to perform the coup on his former coworker's neck. "By the by, I'm sure your wings will be delicious once I cook them proper." Now...THIS was the last straw and Freeman let out a ghastly scream. His true voice was indescribably loud, being infra and supersonic at the same time. Sayers immediately flinched off the scientist, yelling in pain at his exploded eardrums. Green eyes with rage unlike anything the madman has seen, as light bulbs shattered in a grand show. But it was this display of raw power that revealed all six of Gordon's wings in their now-broken glory. Their silhouettes would be painted on the wall both Adrian and Barney found Dr. James Sayers' thoroughly decimated corpse...along with that music box echoing in the hall.