Jealousy With a Halo - Part Ten

[indigo_angels]

Face:-
I can’t believe this. Of all the fucked up shit that’s happened in my life over the years, this has got to come out somewhere near the top.

 

My CO, my friend, my goddamned lover has tied me naked to the bed while he goes out to fuck some floozy just so that I will realise how he felt while I was out screwing the women he fucking well told me to screw! Honestly, you couldn’t write this shit, it’s the most unbelievably asinine sequence of events - ever!

 

I bend my neck right back to look at the cuffs, but I know the boss isn’t stupid. He knows I can get through almost any lock ever created as long as I have something that resembles a lock pick, and of course he has made sure that there is nothing, not a damn thing, anywhere within reach.

 

It’s the same with the belts around my knees. He’s fastened them securely but I’m not immobile, I can spread my legs as wide as I want (yeah, great), but I’m not getting up and I’m not getting free. Frustration rolls through me in a hot wave.

 

Instead I turn my attention to the gag, and with time and an almost dislocated jaw, I manage to spit it out, letting it fall around my neck and revelling in this tiny little victory. And then I just lie back and wait. Hoping Hannibal has his fun quickly and praying that no drunken jarheads find me trussed up like this...

 

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Hannibal:-
Of course I was never going to sleep with Samantha. Soft curves haven’t pushed my buttons for a long time, and anyway, how can I keep up my righteous indignation with Face if I stoop to his level?

 

I go back to tell her, intending to let her down gently, only to find her busy with another guy. My down trodden ego takes another kick and with my hands deep in my pockets I find myself trailing back to my quarters.

 

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Face:-
I’m trying to keep calm, but it’s damn near impossible. I feel so, so vulnerable like this and I hate it. There was a time in my life when I couldn’t be anything else, and vulnerability is an invitation for people to stamp all over you. As soon as I could I set about making myself tougher than the rest, no one was going to walk all over me again. Army Ranger? No accidental career choice there.

 

Of course my plan has never been perfect, occasionally my guard drops and someone manages to get a good shot in, but that just makes me all the more determined not to let it happen again. So this? Well, this is fucking hard...

 

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Hannibal:-
Before I even realise, I’m back at my quarters, steeling myself for the last part of the plan, but my resolve has almost deserted me.

 

What the hell was I thinking of with this whole charade? How did I let my jealousy get so rancid that nothing short of revenge would satisfy? Don’t I know Face by now? How easily he gives away his body but how zealously he guards his heart and mind? I shake my head, I’m an idiot, nothing short of a damn idiot.

 

I take a deep breath and walk in.

 

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Face:-
Footsteps tug at my thoughts and I turn my head as he walks in, face in shadow, keeping to the edge of the room. I smile a grim smile; he’s probably wondering if I’ve got free and I’m going to tackle him to the floor at any second. If only...

 

“So,” I can’t keep the bite out of my voice, “Was she good then? Better than me?”

 

I don’t even want to know the answer, it’s just one of those things my mouth says all on its own sometimes and thankfully he doesn’t even reply.

 

A sigh escapes me, I’m suddenly so tired of this whole fucking game, “Let me up,” I tell him, “I want to leave now.”

 

He still doesn’t come any closer, but perches on the edge of his desk and flicks the lamp on with his thumb. I close my eyes at the sudden brightness and when I open them again he is right next to me, looking at the red marks all around my knees from the damn belts, the frown obvious on his face. Still without a word he unstraps me and I pull my legs together, trying not to let the relief show in my expression. I wonder if he is going to unlock the cuffs but he doesn’t, he just throws a blanket over me and goes back to perching on the edge of the desk. I know he’s noticed that I’m not aroused any more. Not one tiny little bit.

 

“So that’s it then?” The silence is unsettling. “You just gonna keep me here like a sex slave or something?”

 

He forces a thin smile out at that and looks me in the eye for the first time all night, “No, but I want to make sure we have a few things straight before I let you go.”

 

“A few things straight?” Oh, I’m angry, frustrated and jealous as hell alright, seems like his plan has worked just fine. Unfortunately, me feeling like this is never going to make for a sensible discussion. “What things? Like how good fucking Jessica Rabbit was in bed? How you’ll be fucking her every day now, just to keep appearances up? How I’m supposed to follow you around like some stupid little lap dog, begging for attention and crumbs off the table when you have time enough to offer it? Or like how you’re finding me a new unit, somewhere where you don’t have to even look at me anymore after this?” I shake the cuffs in emphasis.

 

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Hannibal:-
He sounds like he’s the victim here, and that bugs the hell out of me. How can he say that when he’s the one who started this whole damn FUBAR in the first place? I rise from the desk and take a step in, “You not happy about your treatment here lieutenant?” I can taste the anger in my mouth, “Well maybe that will remind you to keep your dick in your trousers from now on!”

 

He kicks his legs out in frustration, sending the blanket to the floor, and yanks futilely at the cuffs on his wrists, “You bastard!” he yells, making my eyes flick nervously outside. I’m surprised by the venom in his voice. Looks like the plan worked really, really well. Unfortunately though, I never really followed my own advice, two to three steps ahead? No, I never even thought one step ahead of this moment.  “You utter, fucking bastard!” His eyes follow mine for a second and then he lowers his voice to a furious whisper, “All I’ve ever done is exactly what you told me to do! You and your fucking paranoia and your fucking ‘smokescreen’!”

 

He’s still tugging at the cuffs and I can see blood on his wrists now but I’m frozen, his words relentlessly pounding into me.

 

“You accuse me of whoring around, well, if that’s true, then what would that make you? My fucking pimp? ‘Cos I’ve never wanted to be with any of those women you made me go with-”

 

“Made you?” I’m indignant, “I never made you do anything of the sort!”

 

“Yes, you did!” I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry. The muscles in his arms are bunched solid as he strains against the cuffs, blood now dripping onto the white sheets, but his eyes are suspiciously bright and I suddenly get a sick feeling of realisation in my stomach. “You said that if I suddenly stopped my ‘womanising’ it would look suspicious! That we’d be discovered, that your damn career would be over, we’d be thrown out!” I can only stare open mouthed at him, “So instead of being with you, in your bed, where I really wanted to be, I had to be out there, fucking around! Twenty more empty, meaningless nights to add to all the ones I had before I found you!”

 

“Oh, Jesus Christ...” my knees give out and I slump onto the storage box he was sitting on -  back when we still had a chance to escape this mess intact.

Final Part