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23 May 2005 @ 11:09 pm
Jack/Vaughn #14  


XIV.

"I think I'm kinky," Vaughn said contemplatively, running a hand lazily over his belly and dick.

Jack turned his head on the pillow and gave him a dry "No, really?" look, then got out of bed. He moved as a man just who'd gotten spectacularly laid, like nothing else was important any longer and he might wander off naked into traffic, if there'd been traffic to wander into. He opened his suitcase and fiddled with something inside while Vaughn stretched.

After a minute Jack said, "There's no surveillance in the cabin."

Vaughn's eyes opened and he stared the ceiling and thought about that. "Sweet," he said at last, and closed his eyes again.

"Odd," Jack corrected. Vaughn could hear the frown in his voice.

"You know, I could advise you about surveillance, Mr. Boros," Vaughn said, sitting up and sliding to the edge of the bed. He made sure his tone was serious. Jack turned and they spoke to each other with their eyes, mutually agreeing on caution.

"At the moment, I only need a pet, but thank you for the gesture."

"No problem." Vaughn stared at Jack's ass, wondering if his own would hold up so well when he was the other man's age. "I'm here to serve," he said absently.

"Hmm. Your agency's psychological profile never suggested that you might be a sociopath, by any chance?"

"*Me*?" Vaughn shot back in outrage, then checked himself and realized what Jack was getting at. "What, just because I'm opportunistic and potentially amoral? Okay, yeah, that looks bad. I love my country, you know. I'm just..." He hesitated.

"Disillusioned?" Jack suggested.

"Maybe I am." As he said it he half meant it, and it sent a brief shiver down his spine.

There wasn't any pressing reason to sustain cover conversation, so they took turns showering--the yacht's amenities were compact--and grooming.

"My jeans are trashed," Vaughn said, rubbing at the stain with a washcloth. As a horrible possibility hit him, he hastily said, "Please don't make me go naked."

Jack gave a smirky flirt with his eyebrows, but tossed Vaughn a pair of silky black pajama bottoms that hanging on his slimmer body would probably be either absurd or just this side of indecent, and a white shirt. It was definitely an upgrade and he was grateful, so he kissed Jack before they left the cabin, far longer than gratitude demanded, actually. "Oh man," he said when their lips broke apart. He was half-hard again.

"Is this...normal for you?" Jack asked, gazing down at him with a disturbing level of fascination, as if Vaughn were a medical oddity.

He flushed. "I like sex."

"Obviously."

"A lot."

"I'm not complaining."

Relieved, Vaughn grinned. By the time they reached the upper deck, the remaining ache of his hard-on was less conspicuous, but he felt like sex on legs and kept up a rubbing closeness to Jack, secure in the knowledge that the cover supported it. In a loose pose at Jack's feet, the breeze ruffling his hair to be smoothed down again by Jack's hand, it was hard to remember why this was strange. Jack fed him crabmeat. Sydney and Weiss looked at them both funny throughout the evening. The table chit-chat was about the gradual upscaling of designer drugs. Vaughn sucked buttery, flaky crab off Jack's fingers. Weiss choked on his martini and had to have a coughing fit smacked to rest by Sydney.

Mere moments after they were back in their cabin, a knock came on the door, and Sydney and Weiss shoved inside past Jack with hard, no-nonsense expressions.

"The cabins aren't bugged," Sydney said. She folded her arms and looked at Jack, and then Vaughn, and then Jack again. "What's going on?"

Jack showed no signs of being impressed by the impromptu interrogation. "What do you mean?"

"What the fuck do you think she means?" Weiss said in a low voice that wouldn't carry outside the cabin walls. He looked at Vaughn. "Are you okay?"

"Am I *okay*?" As much as he appreciated the concern, it also pissed him off. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Why? Why? Because you're acting like a hustler in a cheesy porn movie, that's why, and it's starting to seriously creep me out."

Anger flared higher. "Oh, and you're not? You two have been plastered all over each other like Siamese twins for this whole mission."

"We have not," Sydney protested, her dander up. She folded her arms tighter in a defensive posture, betraying herself with a faceful of guilt and concern. "That's just crazy. And Eric's right--this whole thing--the kissing--the, the--" She loosened one hand and waved it, at a loss. "Vamping."

"Vamping?" Vaughn repeated. "I can't believe you just said that. What the hell does that even mean?"

"To practice seductive wiles," she said. She was a walking dictionary.

Vaughn turned away, dragging a hand over his mouth to keep from saying anything too damaging to their relationship. She had a point, after all. He was starting to feel hot-necked and embarrassed again, and turned back to face them because of it, in the hope it would be less obvious, or be mistaken for the anger he was also feeling.

"I think you're both overreacting," Jack said calmly. "And I don't think we should be having this conversation here."

"I said from the very beginning this mission was a bad idea," Sydney began in a rush of frustration.

Jack put a finger up, cutting her off, a taut edge to his jaw. "Don't. Go there," he enunciated with care. "We're in the middle of the Mediterranean. Stick to the job."

Sydney and Weiss looked slightly more abashed, but not much. Almost as one, they stared at Vaughn again. Sydney's face couldn't have been more worried if he were a wounded puppy.

"Vaughn," she said. "If you want to talk--*alone*--"

"I'm *fine*," he said, louder and more forcefully than was really prudent. "Just go. Please." They went, Jack locking the door behind them. "Am I crazy, or was Sydney just talking to me like I was a domestic abuse victim?"

"She's sensitive. She picks up on emotional cues, however misleading."

"And I appreciate that concern. I do. Sydney's an incredible person. I just...would rather not go through a scene like that again."

"Yes." Jack cut his eyes away and blinked a few times. "Quite." Then he looked back at Vaughn. "You and Sydney--"

"Do you really want to finish that sentence?"

Jack didn't finish it. And as they got ready for bed, it occurred to Vaughn that, intimidated and respectful, he'd never been able to interrupt Jack before now without feeling like he might be taking his life in his own hands. No wonder Jack had never really respected him.

And now I'm sleeping with the guy, Vaughn thought. That was seriously fucked up.
 
 
 
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on May 24th, 2005 06:15 am (UTC)
He moved as a man just who'd gotten spectacularly laid, like nothing else was important any longer and he might wander off naked into traffic, if there'd been traffic to wander into.
I laughed so hard, I scared the cat.
"Anna can't come to work. She's deathly ill! Hovering between life and death!"
I'll claim that I'm your housekeeper or something.
droneish on May 24th, 2005 06:32 am (UTC)
spiky_lust by drone

THAT did it. Me --> Bunk.
_drone
julia_herejulia_here on May 24th, 2005 01:16 pm (UTC)
I just clicked on your link, and not only got three recs that I hadn't seem before but ... you're linked to Mack's site! Michael McCrorty has been a friend of mine for over a decade, based on our shared love of roses. He gave me a sewing machine!

Is it OK if I friend you?

Julia, must also tell Mack!
droneish on May 24th, 2005 04:50 pm (UTC)
Well of course you can friend me, but I don't post anything on my LJ - just on journalfen.

As for Michael McGrorty, I adore his writings and voted for him, along with many others, for ALA councilor. But, erm, I'd feel more comfortable if you told him in the generic sense (e.g, "I ran across someone who's linked to you) rather than gave him a link to my journal. I don't think I'm quite ready for my slash and library worlds to collide.

I am very glad you you got some new recs out of the deal! I've had some good finding luck lately. :) And now I think I'm going to email you because I see from your journal you live in a place with which I'm rather familiar. _drone
Innocent Bystanderfiresprite1105 on May 24th, 2005 08:51 am (UTC)
Aw, man. That whole scene with Vaughn on his knees on the upper deck...

*wallows in happy place*
julia_herejulia_here on May 24th, 2005 01:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow.

Meant to mention in the last chapter how thoroughly I appreciated Weiss loosing his shit when Vaughn turned over; now we have both Weiss and Syd close to breaking cover and Jack and Vaughn living it.

The sociopathy comment amuses- both because LeCarre's A Perfect Spy and my own limited exposure to intelligence types has led me to the understanding that a higher than modal score on sociopathic characteristics is not undesirable for field agents.

Julia, sociopathic, or schizoaffective, but never both

tafkarfanfictafkarfanfic on May 24th, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC)
"Disillusioned?" Jack suggested.

"Maybe I am." As he said it he half meant it, and it sent a brief shiver down his spine.


This is a fascinating character bit.

And then the whole Sydney and Weiss thing, and the layers and layers of complicated relationships...oh, this is great, great stuff.
nestra on May 24th, 2005 04:10 pm (UTC)
Have finished parts 2-14. Would need a cigarette, if I smoked.
Anna S.eliade on May 24th, 2005 04:30 pm (UTC)
I would light it for you. *g*

*bounce*
It's funnier in Enochian: Slash - icon by mona1347_base by vivmuffmona1347 on May 24th, 2005 10:24 pm (UTC)
"I think I'm kinky," Vaughn said contemplatively, running a hand lazily over his belly and dick.

Jack turned his head on the pillow and gave him a dry "No, really?" look.


Oh I *heart* this story. I get a big silly smile when I see updates :). First it was funny and now it's funny and HOT like a hot thing. I'm totally hooked! On a pairing I never even thought about! That, for me, is the ultimate praise.
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.sherrold on May 24th, 2005 10:25 pm (UTC)
guh.
The final touch (not that this needs one) is the new J/V icon. I'm almost afraid to watch last week's episode, now -- there's no way it'll make nearly as much emotional sense as this does.

I am now going to go for a long bike ride and try to burn off some of this, um, tension you've gifted me with, while I wonder why I'm feeling that your Vaughn -- who's been humiliated and whipped and fed by hand and nearly killed -- is actually lucky, cuz he got some Jack.

Please ma'am, may I have another?
Anna S.eliade on May 24th, 2005 10:37 pm (UTC)
Re: guh.
I am writing for you--right now! (Er, shh. Don't tell anyone here, okay?)

Did you get my message about watching Alias together? You're probably more caught up than me by this point.
bibliokatbibliokat on May 27th, 2005 06:18 am (UTC)
Ok, you win. Actually you won a few parts before this, but now's when I'm commenting. I am not squicked, I like Jack/Vaughn. Could just be your writing though;)

Best line: "Is this...normal for you?" Jack asked, gazing down at him with a disturbing level of fascination, as if Vaughn were a medical oddity.

Bedtime, but I can't wait to finish the remaining parts later!
Anna S.eliade on May 27th, 2005 04:19 pm (UTC)
Yay! When I convert another reader, I get a toaster. I don't need a toaster, but it's still exciting. *g*
Chasechase820 on June 2nd, 2005 03:30 pm (UTC)
I haven't said it before, so I'll say it now to keep this from being another Jack/Vaughn OMFG!!!! piece of feedback. I really like your Sydney. I'm not much on Jennifer Garner or the character as I've seen her in the few episodes I've watched, but you manage to make her emotionally remote but also strangely sympathetic.

I worry how she's going to react when she finds out about Jack and Vaughn. I really do. Way more than I ever worried about the canon character.