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Old Enemies Part 33
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Part 33
Elliot couldn’t help wondering exactly how and why his life had gotten so complicated.
One minute, he was in DC, wishing New York wasn’t so far away so he’d be able to see Trevor more. The next… his best friend was missing, he was in England of all places, and now… well, now he was going to the Watcher House with Robert, who apparently lived there.
That wasn’t the bad part, though. The bad part—the complicated part—was that he was going to see his new lover there while at the same time considering very seriously just how he could work things so he could have Robert, too.
He actually had no idea of how Trevor would feel about that, much less how he’d feel if he knew Elliot wanted the three of them to be together, if only for the duration of their stay.
And that was the other thing that was bothering him.
Aside from a very brief period of time a year or so before he’d even met Harris, much less gotten involved with him, Elliot had always been a one man kind of guy. He’d thrown himself into his relationships with abandon, loving quickly and completely, and for as long as it lasted he never so much as considered straying. And yet, here he was.
He frowned slightly, the three drinks not affecting him in the slightest.
Maybe it was because of how he’d been acting, he decided after a moment of thought. He’d reverted a bit, become the aggressor, and while he’d thought he’d left that part of him behind with his command, obviously he was mistaken. And maybe that was why he was looking at young Robert the way he was.
It was possible, he figured. Hell, probable, even. He’d dusted off a part of his personality that had been carefully buried and now that it was out… well, the Captain didn’t want to be shoved back in the closet, so to speak. That part of him had been as much a top as could be.
His frown became a bit deeper as Robert stopped his car and backed into a parking slot by the curb. He really WOULD have to tell Trevor some of his history. If only so the other man would understand why he… wanted… the young blond beside him. Robert was… well, he definitely wasn’t one to play Master.
Elliot sighed softly as he got out of the car and turned towards the house. “No time like the present,” he muttered, starting towards that large, somehow forbidding edifice.
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Robert wondered whether Elliot knew that his face was very expressive, even when he was simply thinking. Of course, since the rapidly changing twitches and frowns had told him that Elliot was bothered about something, he figured it was a good thing. He only hoped it wasn’t him the older man was worried about.
As much as he envied him the attentions of Trevor, the last thing Robert would ever do would be to intentionally come between them. Unless it was in the literal sense, Robert told himself with a sly grin. That he wouldn’t mind even a little.
Unfortunately, it hardly seemed likely. The last time he’d seen Trevor, the tall, dark man had barely acknowledged his existence. He somehow doubted that would have changed.
Still, it was a nice dream. He figured he’d have hours of truly explosive fantasies just thinking about all the things the three of them might have gotten up to together. Not quite as good as he suspected the real thing would have been, but… it could be worse.
He smiled to himself, then grabbed Elliot’s shoulder and pulled him towards a small, nearly hidden doorway. “Collins hates answering the front door after midnight,” he explained as he fit his key into the lock. “I always find it best not to annoy him too much. He tends to find the worst jobs for me when I do.” He winked.
Elliot chuckled softly and followed the other blond inside. “Collins… that’s the butler you told me about, right?”
Robert snorted softly. “Hah. He only pretends to be a servant. I’m approximately ninety-nine percent certain that he actually runs this place.” He grinned playfully and started for the foyer. “You can hang your jacket in there,” he said, pointing to the front closet, “And then I’ll take you to your… to Trevor. He probably has his old room.”
It was only the slightest shade of a tone, but Elliot was sure he heard… regret in Robert’s voice. He frowned and slipped out of his jacket then put it on a hanger and closed the closet door. “Robert,” he said softly, “What’s wrong?”
The young man shrugged and turned away. “I enjoyed talking with you, among other things. But now the evening’s over and it’s time to return you to your… lover,” he said after a moment. “And there’s nothing wrong with that, Elliot. It’s just the way it is.”
Elliot sighed softly. “Robert,” he said, reaching out to take the blond’s shoulder, “Please. Don’t think that I don’t… I mean, you know I would…” He sighed again. “It’s difficult.”
Robert nodded and looked at the older man. He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Elliot. I’m hardly new enough to all of this that I take a few kisses, nice as they were, and a grope or two as a commitment, you know? It would have been nice to spend more time with you, of course, but… let’s just say that I won’t be joining a monastery any time soon. My heart’s not entirely broken.” He winked, the truth of his own words making him lighten up. “Now, come on. You’ve got a stunning slice of tall, dark and tasty to say hello to, among other things.”
Elliot couldn’t help laughing at how mercurial the other man was. “Wow,” he grinned, letting go of Robert’s shoulder, “You give a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘bounce back’, don’t you?”
“What can I say?” Robert chuckled, leading the other man around a corner, “It’s a gift… OOOF!” He stopped suddenly, finding himself pressed fully against Trevor’s tall, dark form.
“Hey!” Elliot said loudly as he turned the corner as well and ran directly into Robert’s back. “What the…” He blinked, seeing Trevor looking very smug. “Trev… hi,” he said, blushing brightly as he wondered just how much his boyfriend had heard. “I was just coming to… find you…”
Trevor smiled, arching a brow at his lover. “Were you. Because it sounded an awful lot like you were trying to talk yourself out of having a go at young… Robert, is it?… young Robert, here.” He wasn’t sure of why he was acting like he didn’t remember the young blond. Of course he did. Hell, even after six years he’d remembered him well enough to point him out on the street to Elliot and Spike. The child Robert had been when he'd first met him had held a coltish grace that fairly promised to burst into something rich and appealing.
It was a promise that had been completely kept, he couldn’t help admitting to himself.
Elliot’s intensified blush made Trevor smile even more. He wanted to feel badly for teasing Elliot about the young man, but he just couldn’t. He and Elliot were going to have to have a talk later, he knew, but first…
“It’s good that you’re back. You have no idea of what’s been happening.” He stepped back a little and looked at Robert. “Mr. Giles has been trying to reach you for hours. He must have left at least twenty messages.”
Robert frowned and dug his cell from his pocket. “Bloody hell. Battery’s dead.”
“And I had mine on vibrate, but the music was so loud, I…” Elliot figured he looked like a ripe tomato by then, his face felt so hot and red.
“Yeah, well. Where’s Harris?” Trevor demanded, looking around the corner for the other man, “And where’s Sp… Will?”
Elliot grinned hugely. “Well, if they’re not here, then I’m guessing a hotel if the heat they were giving off is any indication.”
And that was either very good or very bad, Trevor decided. He just didn’t know which.
“Okay. Fine. Nothing to do about it now. Unless you know which hotel?” He arched his brow again, sighing when the men both shook their heads. “You two are coming to Mr. Giles’s library and you’re going to tell us exactly what’s happened since you left. Maybe Andrew will have some idea of what to do next, seeing as we don’t have either claimed or claimant on hand. Now, come on.” He turned and headed down the hall, taking the route he still remembered from six years earlier.
Elliot and Robert exchanged one confused look before following the taller man. Apparently a lot more was going on than either of them had any clue about.
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(A/N: As seems obvious by now, reviews equal more chapters. *grins* Thanks, E for reviewing so quickly. Also, there is a good bit of Elliot and Trevor coming up. Not smutty, I'm sorry to say, but stuff that will make things clearer... in the sequel. Assuming there's interest in one? Either way... hugs for all.)
Part 33
Elliot couldn’t help wondering exactly how and why his life had gotten so complicated.
One minute, he was in DC, wishing New York wasn’t so far away so he’d be able to see Trevor more. The next… his best friend was missing, he was in England of all places, and now… well, now he was going to the Watcher House with Robert, who apparently lived there.
That wasn’t the bad part, though. The bad part—the complicated part—was that he was going to see his new lover there while at the same time considering very seriously just how he could work things so he could have Robert, too.
He actually had no idea of how Trevor would feel about that, much less how he’d feel if he knew Elliot wanted the three of them to be together, if only for the duration of their stay.
And that was the other thing that was bothering him.
Aside from a very brief period of time a year or so before he’d even met Harris, much less gotten involved with him, Elliot had always been a one man kind of guy. He’d thrown himself into his relationships with abandon, loving quickly and completely, and for as long as it lasted he never so much as considered straying. And yet, here he was.
He frowned slightly, the three drinks not affecting him in the slightest.
Maybe it was because of how he’d been acting, he decided after a moment of thought. He’d reverted a bit, become the aggressor, and while he’d thought he’d left that part of him behind with his command, obviously he was mistaken. And maybe that was why he was looking at young Robert the way he was.
It was possible, he figured. Hell, probable, even. He’d dusted off a part of his personality that had been carefully buried and now that it was out… well, the Captain didn’t want to be shoved back in the closet, so to speak. That part of him had been as much a top as could be.
His frown became a bit deeper as Robert stopped his car and backed into a parking slot by the curb. He really WOULD have to tell Trevor some of his history. If only so the other man would understand why he… wanted… the young blond beside him. Robert was… well, he definitely wasn’t one to play Master.
Elliot sighed softly as he got out of the car and turned towards the house. “No time like the present,” he muttered, starting towards that large, somehow forbidding edifice.
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Robert wondered whether Elliot knew that his face was very expressive, even when he was simply thinking. Of course, since the rapidly changing twitches and frowns had told him that Elliot was bothered about something, he figured it was a good thing. He only hoped it wasn’t him the older man was worried about.
As much as he envied him the attentions of Trevor, the last thing Robert would ever do would be to intentionally come between them. Unless it was in the literal sense, Robert told himself with a sly grin. That he wouldn’t mind even a little.
Unfortunately, it hardly seemed likely. The last time he’d seen Trevor, the tall, dark man had barely acknowledged his existence. He somehow doubted that would have changed.
Still, it was a nice dream. He figured he’d have hours of truly explosive fantasies just thinking about all the things the three of them might have gotten up to together. Not quite as good as he suspected the real thing would have been, but… it could be worse.
He smiled to himself, then grabbed Elliot’s shoulder and pulled him towards a small, nearly hidden doorway. “Collins hates answering the front door after midnight,” he explained as he fit his key into the lock. “I always find it best not to annoy him too much. He tends to find the worst jobs for me when I do.” He winked.
Elliot chuckled softly and followed the other blond inside. “Collins… that’s the butler you told me about, right?”
Robert snorted softly. “Hah. He only pretends to be a servant. I’m approximately ninety-nine percent certain that he actually runs this place.” He grinned playfully and started for the foyer. “You can hang your jacket in there,” he said, pointing to the front closet, “And then I’ll take you to your… to Trevor. He probably has his old room.”
It was only the slightest shade of a tone, but Elliot was sure he heard… regret in Robert’s voice. He frowned and slipped out of his jacket then put it on a hanger and closed the closet door. “Robert,” he said softly, “What’s wrong?”
The young man shrugged and turned away. “I enjoyed talking with you, among other things. But now the evening’s over and it’s time to return you to your… lover,” he said after a moment. “And there’s nothing wrong with that, Elliot. It’s just the way it is.”
Elliot sighed softly. “Robert,” he said, reaching out to take the blond’s shoulder, “Please. Don’t think that I don’t… I mean, you know I would…” He sighed again. “It’s difficult.”
Robert nodded and looked at the older man. He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Elliot. I’m hardly new enough to all of this that I take a few kisses, nice as they were, and a grope or two as a commitment, you know? It would have been nice to spend more time with you, of course, but… let’s just say that I won’t be joining a monastery any time soon. My heart’s not entirely broken.” He winked, the truth of his own words making him lighten up. “Now, come on. You’ve got a stunning slice of tall, dark and tasty to say hello to, among other things.”
Elliot couldn’t help laughing at how mercurial the other man was. “Wow,” he grinned, letting go of Robert’s shoulder, “You give a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘bounce back’, don’t you?”
“What can I say?” Robert chuckled, leading the other man around a corner, “It’s a gift… OOOF!” He stopped suddenly, finding himself pressed fully against Trevor’s tall, dark form.
“Hey!” Elliot said loudly as he turned the corner as well and ran directly into Robert’s back. “What the…” He blinked, seeing Trevor looking very smug. “Trev… hi,” he said, blushing brightly as he wondered just how much his boyfriend had heard. “I was just coming to… find you…”
Trevor smiled, arching a brow at his lover. “Were you. Because it sounded an awful lot like you were trying to talk yourself out of having a go at young… Robert, is it?… young Robert, here.” He wasn’t sure of why he was acting like he didn’t remember the young blond. Of course he did. Hell, even after six years he’d remembered him well enough to point him out on the street to Elliot and Spike. The child Robert had been when he'd first met him had held a coltish grace that fairly promised to burst into something rich and appealing.
It was a promise that had been completely kept, he couldn’t help admitting to himself.
Elliot’s intensified blush made Trevor smile even more. He wanted to feel badly for teasing Elliot about the young man, but he just couldn’t. He and Elliot were going to have to have a talk later, he knew, but first…
“It’s good that you’re back. You have no idea of what’s been happening.” He stepped back a little and looked at Robert. “Mr. Giles has been trying to reach you for hours. He must have left at least twenty messages.”
Robert frowned and dug his cell from his pocket. “Bloody hell. Battery’s dead.”
“And I had mine on vibrate, but the music was so loud, I…” Elliot figured he looked like a ripe tomato by then, his face felt so hot and red.
“Yeah, well. Where’s Harris?” Trevor demanded, looking around the corner for the other man, “And where’s Sp… Will?”
Elliot grinned hugely. “Well, if they’re not here, then I’m guessing a hotel if the heat they were giving off is any indication.”
And that was either very good or very bad, Trevor decided. He just didn’t know which.
“Okay. Fine. Nothing to do about it now. Unless you know which hotel?” He arched his brow again, sighing when the men both shook their heads. “You two are coming to Mr. Giles’s library and you’re going to tell us exactly what’s happened since you left. Maybe Andrew will have some idea of what to do next, seeing as we don’t have either claimed or claimant on hand. Now, come on.” He turned and headed down the hall, taking the route he still remembered from six years earlier.
Elliot and Robert exchanged one confused look before following the taller man. Apparently a lot more was going on than either of them had any clue about.
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(A/N: As seems obvious by now, reviews equal more chapters. *grins* Thanks, E for reviewing so quickly. Also, there is a good bit of Elliot and Trevor coming up. Not smutty, I'm sorry to say, but stuff that will make things clearer... in the sequel. Assuming there's interest in one? Either way... hugs for all.)