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Characters Grell and Jack
Rating PG-13/R for swearing and domestic violence.
Summary A "discussion".
Location Grell's house
Date/Time Really late at night, after Grell's talk with Fuji...I fail at dates
Status done
In hindsight, inviting Jack to live at his house temporarily wasn't the best idea, but neither was it the worst. It kept him close, tied his hands tighter, and made them both walk thin lines. But tonight it was the most convenient thing.
The redhead was the icy sort of angry, so he had no issue with instructing the fReemade to come talk, now. It didn't matter if it was late, neither of them slept much.
Of course there was the formality Grell put on, asking if he wanted tea or not. But both of them knew it was a facade. Jack declined. "What is it, m'lady?"
"I'm quite sure you know what." His lips were in a tight line, arms folded. "Our recent mission."
"I don't quite follow."
"You don't?! You don't know what's been a source of stress on us? Jack...I did not sign up to be a killer. I was there to assist. Not have a gun put in my hand." He sighed, then stood, pacing slightly. "Why did you make me do that? Why didn't you tell me? At least then it would have been consensual."
"Consensual, Grell? You contradicted yourself. You said you came to assist." The man stood as well. "And you said you would help in any way you could. If that's taking out someone better dead, that's what you'll do."
"I will not follow orders laid down at the last second. I'm not one of your men, Jack. I'm a friend. Not a drone."
"Do you think I treat you as such? When I watch out for you, ensure your identity is never leaked? When I agree to come to the damn opera with you for a simple outing, risking my life by doing such? There was GeneCo's little Repo pet there!" Rage was seizing him.
Grell was backing up, until he got to the wall. Oh shit. He hadn't meant for this to happen. "Jack..."
"Don't you dare insiunate I treat you poorly!" Blinded by his emotion, he reached out with his left hand, slamming the redhead against the wall by the throat. His grip was hard enough to bruise, miscalculating his own strength.
Grell would respond if he could, trying to pry Jack's hand off. He finally managed before he ran out of air, then slapped the man across the face. "If you think so fucking highly of me, what the fuck was that?!"
The slap jolted Jack back to his senses. "...Grell..." What had he just done?
"What?!" The redhead glared at him viciously, raising a hand to his throat, feeling gingerly.
"...I...I'm sorry..."
"Sorry isn't enough. You just tried to choke me, and you think sorry covers it? Forget this. I can't even talk to you without having to watch myself."
"Wait." As a contrast, the man stepped forward and embraced Grell, as best he could, trying to convey his apology.
Grell stiffened in the hold, but after several minutes, began to relax. Besides, Jack had his arms pinned. "...Do you swear to me you will try to control yourself better? So we can avoid this?"
"Yes..." He inwardly sighed with relief.
"Good." Softly, he turned around and hugged Jack back. "Let's try to talk in the morning."
Rating PG-13/R for swearing and domestic violence.
Summary A "discussion".
Location Grell's house
Date/Time Really late at night, after Grell's talk with Fuji...I fail at dates
Status done
In hindsight, inviting Jack to live at his house temporarily wasn't the best idea, but neither was it the worst. It kept him close, tied his hands tighter, and made them both walk thin lines. But tonight it was the most convenient thing.
The redhead was the icy sort of angry, so he had no issue with instructing the fReemade to come talk, now. It didn't matter if it was late, neither of them slept much.
Of course there was the formality Grell put on, asking if he wanted tea or not. But both of them knew it was a facade. Jack declined. "What is it, m'lady?"
"I'm quite sure you know what." His lips were in a tight line, arms folded. "Our recent mission."
"I don't quite follow."
"You don't?! You don't know what's been a source of stress on us? Jack...I did not sign up to be a killer. I was there to assist. Not have a gun put in my hand." He sighed, then stood, pacing slightly. "Why did you make me do that? Why didn't you tell me? At least then it would have been consensual."
"Consensual, Grell? You contradicted yourself. You said you came to assist." The man stood as well. "And you said you would help in any way you could. If that's taking out someone better dead, that's what you'll do."
"I will not follow orders laid down at the last second. I'm not one of your men, Jack. I'm a friend. Not a drone."
"Do you think I treat you as such? When I watch out for you, ensure your identity is never leaked? When I agree to come to the damn opera with you for a simple outing, risking my life by doing such? There was GeneCo's little Repo pet there!" Rage was seizing him.
Grell was backing up, until he got to the wall. Oh shit. He hadn't meant for this to happen. "Jack..."
"Don't you dare insiunate I treat you poorly!" Blinded by his emotion, he reached out with his left hand, slamming the redhead against the wall by the throat. His grip was hard enough to bruise, miscalculating his own strength.
Grell would respond if he could, trying to pry Jack's hand off. He finally managed before he ran out of air, then slapped the man across the face. "If you think so fucking highly of me, what the fuck was that?!"
The slap jolted Jack back to his senses. "...Grell..." What had he just done?
"What?!" The redhead glared at him viciously, raising a hand to his throat, feeling gingerly.
"...I...I'm sorry..."
"Sorry isn't enough. You just tried to choke me, and you think sorry covers it? Forget this. I can't even talk to you without having to watch myself."
"Wait." As a contrast, the man stepped forward and embraced Grell, as best he could, trying to convey his apology.
Grell stiffened in the hold, but after several minutes, began to relax. Besides, Jack had his arms pinned. "...Do you swear to me you will try to control yourself better? So we can avoid this?"
"Yes..." He inwardly sighed with relief.
"Good." Softly, he turned around and hugged Jack back. "Let's try to talk in the morning."