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19 May 2005 @ 10:12 pm
Jack/Vaughn, part 5  


V.

"Was that really necessary?" Sydney hissed across the table when Mislov had left to visit with the club manager. She was flipping out, waving a hand between Jack and Vaughn, eyes like firecrackers about to pop. "With the kissing--and the--the tongue? Oh my god." She covered her mouth in a lady-like way as if forcing back nausea. It was actually pretty funny. Or possibly insulting.

"This is neither the time nor the place." Jack could make the most commonplace turn of phrase sound ominous.

With inappropriately violent movements, Sydney took a sip of her cocktail and refolded the napkin in her lap. The ice rattled like hail against glass and the starched cloth made a snapping noise. Meanwhile Weiss caught Vaughn's eye and asked a silent question with his face. Vaughn shook his head.

"I think it's time I took a tour of the club," Jack said, standing and placing his own napkin on the table.

Sydney immediately followed suit. "I'll join you."

"Sit. Down."

After three seconds, each one a glacial era, Sydney broke eye contact with her father and took her seat again. She threw Vaughn a guilty look, as if she'd failed him. He managed a rueful smile before Jack hooked a hand under his arm and conducted him away.

"Okay," he said, shoving Jack against a wall as they found themselves alone in a corridor--hard to do with your hands cuffed behind your back, but not impossible. "This is no longer funny. Not that it was ever funny, but I was willing to give you some line. But that? Back there? What was that shit?"

In a more normal situation, he'd have expected some crisp, terse command from Jack to let go, but the man spun him around, slammed him into the opposite wall, and held him there, mouth close to his ear, voice low.

"If Mislov had seen that, we might both be dead now."

God, the man was melodramatic. It had to be a genetic thing, passed down from Bristow to Bristow. Ignoring the warning, and deciding with a flex of muscles that escape wasn't in the cards, Vaughn tried to inject command into his voice. "Get off me." Sadly, his voice sounded merely bad-tempered to his own ears.

"I think you need to calm down."

"I'm not supposed to be calm," Vaughn said, matching his low, harsh voice. "I'm supposed to be a captured CIA agent being used as some sick bastard's fucktoy. A situation I'm not finding it all that hard to fake, by the way. What do you want me to do, kiss your feet?"

After a moment, Jack eased off. "That would be a nice change. But you're right," he went on as Vaughn turned around and glared at him. "A show of resistance is in keeping with appearances."

Vaughn just stared at him, lips pressed tight against the lava flow of sarcasm that wanted out. Down the hall, someone opened a door. In a flash he was up against the wall again, this time with his back to the plaster and Jack pressed flush to his front. They were kissing. They were kissing *again*. This was like one of those nightmares where he arrived naked at a briefing and was forced to deliver his report from atop the conference table.

One of Jack's hands cupped his ass, while the other one caressed his neck. There was grinding at hip level. The man had to grind? Who was going to care if he didn't? It was possible to take verisimilitude too far and this was a great example. Unbelievable.

The bastard kissed me in the hallway, he imagined telling Weiss when they were safely back home. Weiss would shake his head in equal mind-blown amazement and pour him another shot. That was the future, after this was over; he'd make sure of it. A few benders and it would all be behind him, washed away, an occasional twinge of memory like a healed wound.

"Ohhh," he groaned into Jack's mouth, shocking himself with the noise. He'd picked up a rhythm without meaning to, hips and mouth, tongues and grinding. Someone was walking toward them; their pace didn't even slow as they passed.

As soon as the footsteps died away, Jack stopped kissing him. It was like he flipped off a switch. His face was smooth, his eyes like a shark's in the hall's shadows.

"You seem to be getting the hang of this," he said. There might have been approval in his tone. It might also have been complete indifference. And then he smiled as if he'd played a highly successful joke on Vaughn, and guided him onward toward the back rooms.
 
 
 
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on May 20th, 2005 05:23 am (UTC)
I have a vacation house in the Special Hell - was planning on spending the weekend there. With this fic, the weekend is apparently starting early.
After three seconds, each one a glacial era..
That's a wonderful line.
Vaughn/Jack kissing and grinding...that's so weirdly, wrongly hot. *sigh*
Anna S.: muldereliade on May 20th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)
I am glad I can conduct you with this ticket to the Special Hell. And now, with your comment tucked away, I can go to bed happy. :)
julia_herejulia_here on May 20th, 2005 05:46 am (UTC)
I'm always on edge about Jack, and this plays to that fact well: even when I'm supposed to be convinced he's being the perfect mission-oriented agent there's a level where I'm thinking he's God's own sociopath. Not sure, when he says that last line, that the last perception isn't the true one.

Julia, and the whole sexual abuse mind-fuck is well under way "if I enjoy any of it it's not really rape"
Anna S.: jack-bristoweliade on May 20th, 2005 06:09 am (UTC)
God's own sociopath

Oh, I love this. :)
tafkarfanfictafkarfanfic on May 20th, 2005 05:48 am (UTC)
Oh my god so hot oh my god.
Anna S.eliade on May 20th, 2005 06:10 am (UTC)
Thank you! (I went to bed and then got back up anal-retentively to fix something, and yay--more comments! But I really do go to bed now. *g*)
bibliokatbibliokat on May 20th, 2005 06:45 am (UTC)
Wrong. Hot. Good. AH! Weiss. Yum. Syd. Ouch. I just... I'm not sure what I want to say so....... yeah.

More please. I'll make up my mind whether I'm squicked or loving it or both later.
ravurianravurian on May 20th, 2005 10:21 am (UTC)

Anna! This is marvellous - so hot, so funny, so wrong, but in a really good way. I think I said to you before that I will never get over the flexibility of your style - you change it utterly to match the tones of the show you're writing for, and it's clearly an instinctive thing. You fit perfectly wherever you've a mind to set yourself. I think you're cracking!

Er, which is a British'ism meaning marvellous, fabulous, wonderful, rather than commenting on anything else. Um.
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misguidedshrimp on May 20th, 2005 01:03 pm (UTC)
delurking to say
...seems Analysis and Profiling have come up with something that would charm more than just Mislov. This story pushes so many of my buttons it's indecent.

::swoons in overwhelming gratitude::
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.sherrold on May 20th, 2005 04:55 pm (UTC)
oh! Oooh...
Love this!

It had to be a genetic thing, passed down from Bristow to Bristow.

and this:

The man had to grind? I love that Jack's opinion appears to be, if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing perfectly. *Or*, I love that Jack is having the time of his life fucking with Vaughn. Really, it works either way.

I love Vaughn's attempt at coolness -- imagining talking it over with Weiss -- flipping right over into groaning and rhythming and grinding. And then Jack stopping effortlessly the second the steps are gone. Heh.

Dare I hope you don't have much to do at work today?
S--
Anna S.: vaughn-intenseeliade on May 20th, 2005 05:07 pm (UTC)
Re: oh! Oooh...
Dare I hope you don't have much to do at work today?

I do, but some things take priority. *g*
Anna S.eliade on May 20th, 2005 05:07 pm (UTC)
Re: oh! Oooh...
How are you feeling, by the way? *squishy hug*
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.sherrold on May 21st, 2005 12:16 am (UTC)
Ugh. Not so good.
Clearly I should have been more sympathetic re your cold last month. *blows nose daintily*

On the other hand, I was supposed to go visit my sweet, but annoying homophobic uncle in the hospital tonight, and ha HA! *cackles in triumph* they don't let sick people into the hospital. Yay for me!

Don't you worry, though -- I will feel well enough tomorrow to watch semi-scantily dressed women run back and forth in front of us for money. Especially if someone cheers me up with more Jack/Vaughn...
Anna S.eliade on May 21st, 2005 12:35 am (UTC)
Re: Ugh. Not so good.
And I will still go with you, as long as you don't breathe on me.

You never did tell me where it is being held...and I'm not sure where to meet you guys. Er.
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.sherrold on May 21st, 2005 01:49 am (UTC)
Ve vill meet chou at chour place
Seriously -- the game is at Key Arena at Seattle Center, so we walk right by your place on our way down Denny. 12:00-ish?

All coughing will be done towards Brie.

Now, all we need is a Belltown-ish or Cap Hill-ish restaurant for afterwards...
Anna S.eliade on May 21st, 2005 02:16 am (UTC)
Re: Ve vill meet chou at chour place
Sounds great! Though I still can't think of a restaurant. I'm not too familiar with Belltown, but I wouldn't mind going somewhere nice where we could sit down and get table service and maybe even sit outside if the weather is not completely schizophrenic the way it has been this past week.

I look forward to seeing you guys!
That Chick with the Evil Laughsparkymonster on May 20th, 2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
As soon as the footsteps died away, Jack stopped kissing him. It was like he flipped off a switch. His face was smooth, his eyes like a shark's in the hall's shadows.

Gah so Jack.

Also grinding. Oh holy god wrong and perfect.
auroramamaauroramama on May 20th, 2005 08:36 pm (UTC)
God, the man was melodramatic. It had to be a genetic thing, passed down from Bristow to Bristow.

I *love* this Vaughn so much.
Jack Pridejack_pride on May 22nd, 2005 04:58 am (UTC)
There might have been approval in his tone. It might also have been complete indifference.

Bwah! Because it's just so easy to confuse the two.
nestra on May 24th, 2005 03:28 pm (UTC)
ahhhh oh my god.

Goddamn, that's hot.
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Chasechase820 on June 2nd, 2005 02:48 pm (UTC)
There might have been approval in his tone. It might also have been complete indifference. And then he smiled as if he'd played a highly successful joke on Vaughn, and guided him onward toward the back rooms.

What a fantastic--and ominous--closing line!
abbyleeabbylee on June 6th, 2005 05:14 am (UTC)
I love your Jack. 'cause like any good Jack, we can't tell what the hell he's thinking, but you know he's laughing to himself.
Herself_nyc: Jack Bristow by twilightbadgirlherself_nyc on July 11th, 2005 02:36 am (UTC)
They really need to film this.
karihopeless_childe on February 8th, 2006 04:42 am (UTC)
*yelling at Jack* JUST TAKE HIM ALREADY!!!