Title: Shane's Game of Life
Pairing: Shane/Andy
Length: 9999 (WIP)
Warnings: slash, incest, angst, underage sex, violence
Rating:NC-17
Summary: When Shane changes schools he falls in with the wrong crowd. But just how much will his new friends change him and how will his new person affect the people around him? Andy decides to take on the role of fatherly figure to Shane which conflicts with Shane's interests. (I don't know. I'm bad at summaries)
A/N:The story is in non-linear format. There are three stages, Early, Middle and Late, which should give you some idea. Also the fic has not been beta read by anyone so the writing is quite raw.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Weeds.

(Middle) The reaper, he reaches and touches my hand (Wake Up - Arcade Fire)

Andy couldn't decide if he should be angry at Nancy, at Esteban or at himself. He was the one who sent Shane out there, but if Nancy wasn't involved with Esteban then this whole thing would never have happened. But if he was a better uncle to Shane, a better a parent . . . less of a friend and far less of a. . . Andy popped another one of Shane's pills into his mouth and swallowed roughly.

"I like the way it feels. Like a . . . knife popping the same wound over and over, only you don't have to blow up a new one. I can make the pain go away anytime with the pill but I don't want to. I don't have to think about anything else. It's great."

Shane's words echoed in his mind like a broken record.

"Andy, I want you to fuck me." Shane said coolly, caressing a thumb over Andy's hand.

Andy snatched his hand away and stared.

"I'm ready for the pain. I'm not afraid anymore . . . oh come on. Don't stare at me like that. You know you've wanted to. I want to."

He thought it was just the pills but Silas told him later that Shane hadn't taken any.

"Let's not beat around the bush again." Shane said evenly as he reached his healthy arm out to Andy, pulling him closer by the waist.

Andy blinked and jumped backward when he felt a playful grab at his bottom.

"I-I think you need some rest Shane. I'm . . . I'll leave you be."

Andy gripped his jeans around his legs and bit his knee. Wind sprayed sand across his neck and against his arms as he sat crouched on the beach. He had hoped the sound of the ocean splashing against the sand would calm him like it had helped him so many times in his childhood. He was hoping soon the pills would kick in and help him to pass out on the beach for hours and hours, and hopefully be swept away by the sea, enveloped in its blue depths.

He wasn't quite sure why it hadn't hit him until now; maybe he had been unconsciously ignoring it, pushing it back in his mind. He knew it was wrong, what he was doing with Shane. He didn't even know how it had come this far, without . . . without himself or anything stopping it. Shane getting shot was probably the signal to stop. It was God telling him 'no', like a warning for things to come. Then why did he still feel like he did toward Shane? He should be expelled from the feeling of love, of sexual desire.

Andy felt the wave of light-headedness approach and he let his limbs relax about him. Soon he would be numb and could walk an endless path in the section between deep sleep and awake, but feeling nothing, no awareness for the things occurring around him. He looked forward to not thinking, to not being able to feel. He wanted it, like Shane wanted it. Shane is the pill that numbs him, he is the young Nancy who manipulates him, he is the reaper in disguise of a human, skinning Andy and leaving him lifeless and corrupt.

Early

Use it as a mask to keep you in the dark

Shane thinks that Andy doesn't notice, that he is successfully disguised but Andy knows what's going on. He is like Sherlock, observant of all changes in those around him, particularly in those he loves. Shane is the Watson who pretends; who hides behind the mask of his injury, but Andy knows all. He knows who Shane's friends are, what they are like, and how they are affecting him.

(Late) The seeds of doubt come creeping, just keep moving (Sahara Mahala - The Jezabels)

Andy lay awake on the mattress staring blankly at the plaster wall that was pushed against his face. He traced the textures in the plaster, forming them into shapes of objects and animals and memories of the past. The warm body beside him shifted, sending a shiver up his spine with just the slightest hope of contact. He waited, and waited, but the moment had passed, making him feel silly for even thinking it possible.

He wedged a hand between the spaces of the wall and rubbed his face in deep circles. He imagined that if he rubbed away at his skin hard enough his old self would return and take over, but he knew his outer skin wouldn't allow itself to breakdown. Even if his consciousness was to take over, he knew he would only be able to live for a few moments, just enough time to fully register what he has done.

Resigning to his insomniac, he slowly edged his alien body to the end of the bed, careful not to make erratic movements so as not to wake Shane. He found the white bed sheet wedged between the frame of the bed and the mattress, and pulled it out, wrapping it around his legs. He gripped his knees and eyed the sleeping Lucifer before him. He'd shared his love with him that night, he'd touched him, embraced him, kissed him with such tender love only to be reciprocated with anger, mischief and a hint of emptiness.

He shook his head. He couldn't believe that he'd turned into someone who could put up with this treatment, just to be with his loved one. But he knew he could definitely turn a blind eye to it, thinking about it would only bring him more sadness. Right?

It's a sign.

No, Andy knew Shane loved him, he knew it with all his heart. He was just going through a tough time with his family, it will pass. It will, he was certain of it. Right?

To be continued . . . probably never...