Ya'll are gonna love me for this one. :)
You can find the song Face sings here, http://ingeb.org/songs/shesonly.html
and the bold in this chapter is VERY IMPORTANT. So read that bit carefully. If it's not very clear then leave a comment and I'll explain it, but I tried to be very clear on what was going on before hand.
Fandom – The A-Team
Rating – R/NC17
Pairing – H/F and BA/M
Disclaimer – I do not own the characters of The A-Team. I am not making any money off this bit of fiction. However, I am open to working on a book for the A-Team if the creators like what I have here…erm…slash is optional.
Summary – AU – Templeton Peck is a secret world famous spy who’s been accidentally (or not so much) captured by VC and exchanged into Colonel Hannibal’s hands. Now, he has to keep the man at arms length, otherwise risk something he’d much rather not.
A/N – Ahahaha, I am changing up the pairings. Instead of H-Bamf, I’m going for Hannibal/Face and BA/Murdock on the side. I hope no one minds but it works for this story.
Chapter 13 – A New Understanding
I’m never getting out of here without setting off the alarm…Face sighed. He lent against the cold, stone wall to his right as he looked out at the German country side outside his window. There was a small balcony to sit on but the window was wired to an alarm. If it opened the alarm would go off and that was not good. He needed to get away clean.
His room, though somewhat small was comfortable. The mattress was the best he’d ever slept in – and that was nothing to sneeze at. He’d spent plenty of nights on the most horrible mattresses in the world. It was nice, for once, to have a bed that he didn’t want to leave. The bathroom had no door, and that was
Basically, he was stuck in this room till
Still, he was reminded of an old song one of the nuns used to sing. In a small, quiet voice – for he didn’t want the tune to carry – he started to sing just to fill the silence.
“The ball room was filled with fashions throng,
It shone with a thousand lights;
And there was a Woman, who passed along,
The fairest of all the sights.
A girl to her lover then softly sighed;
“There’s riches at her command,”
“But she married for wealth, and not for love,” he cried,
“Though she lives in a mansion grand!”
From down the hallway Face could hear a door slam shut. These doors were old and heavy, it took a fair amount of force to open and shut. It wasn’t unusual for one to use extra force and announce to the household where one was located. He waited till he heard the steps pass his door and down the hallway before beginning again.
“I stood in a church yard just at eve,
When sunset adorned the west,
And looked at the people who’d come to grieve,
For loved one now laid at rest,
A tall marble monument marked the grave,
Of one who’d been fashions queen;
And I thought; “she is happier here at rest.
Then have people say when seen,”
Face sighed and lent his head against the stone. He stood with a woolen blanket around his shoulders. His feet were bare and it was cold where carpet didn’t deflect skin against granite.
“She’s only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see,
You may think she is happy and free from care,
She’s not though she seems to be,
‘Tis sad when you think of her wasted life,
For youth cannot mate with age,
And her beauty was sold,
For an old mans gold,
She’s a bird in a gilded cage…”
He hadn’t heard the door opening behind him. “You have a lovely voice,”
Face startled and turned to his visitor.
“Thank you,” Face replied, he felt his cheeks flush.
“Are you all right?”
“I…I’m sick of this room,” he shook his head.
“If I were restrained somehow, couldn’t I sit on the terrace?” Face asked, he didn’t look up at
“I think I may have a ball and chain around…”
Face held back another sigh. He couldn’t chance pissing
Face now looked up at
“I’ll let you go outside,”
Face climbed into bed and
“Yes sir,” Face snuggled into bed. He might as well, there was nothing else much to do.
Harry looked in the mirror. He and Angel were staying in a hovel. They’d get paid again at the end of the week but they still had to be careful with what they spent on their room and board. The bathroom he stood in was no bigger than a closet. The mirror was broken in places and pieces threatened to fall at any second.
Slowly, Henry undid the write strips that’d swathed his face up until this moment. He hadn’t seen how bad the injury to his face and eye had been. He did know one thing though…he could no longer see out of his right eye. It was sobering, and then he felt that rush of fire through his veins. He was going to kill ‘Tuan Tu. If it was the last thing he’d do – he was going to torture and kill that man.
The wrapped fell about his shoulders and neck and there the brand stood in livid red. The picture was unidentifiable. The folds of skin healed in such a random way couldn’t even begin to resemble ‘Tuan Tu’s hold on his life at this very moment. He’d have to live with people staring at him, recognizing him. Even laughing and pointing at him. He should know – he’d done it as a child and his mother hadn’t even told him to stop being rude to the poor man.
Karma was a bitch.
From the first day I saw you, I knew I had to keep you…the words echoed in his head. There he was, naked and wet with
Face awoke, that night felt as if it’d been ages ago. It was one of his early nights in Dogpatch. He’d just been punished and then the guys had given him a bath. BA announced how much he wanted to fuck Face – and Face had no doubts that BA could do it if he wanted. However, he and Murdock were waiting for their turn.
And…he wasn’t ready to admit that he wanted
He imagined them in various fantasies that hinged on bondage as well. He didn’t think it was very kosher. And if he were a very devout Catholic he’d be running the other way so fast he’d leave a dust cloud in his wake. However, and surprisingly, he was fine with it. It came over him so suddenly – in the shower – and it had stayed.
All in all, he was technically dead to the army. So why not? Where else had he to go anyway? He should embrace it.
Face sat up in bed and pushed the covers away. He turned to put the pillows in place before laying back on them. He was naked, it was the middle of the night and damn it all, he was hard. He wrapped a hand around himself and closed his eyes.
In his minds eye he and Hannibal were in the shower, alone.
He moaned. A few more minutes…and…
He came all over the bed.
Face sighed and opened his eyes. The smell of his seamen filled the air. He cringed. What had possessed him to do that? Now the sheets were dirty and the room smelled as if he’d just had sex. He rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. He grabbed a wash cloth and gave himself a sponge bath. Then he hit the lights in his room. He took a wet cloth to the sheets to try and clean up most of the seamen. He’d have to ask for new sheets in the morning.
Once he was done he laid down the biggest towels he could find in the never ending cupboard of towels, and then crawled back into bed. He readjusted his pillows. Seconds later, heedless of the wet spots on his bed, that smelled of lavender soap thank goodness, he was fast asleep.
In the room across the hall,
However, it was only the beginning of the second week since they’d left