Figured I'd give it a home

[versus_reality]

Maybe it's a way of christening my dreamwidth? Kind of a kick in the pants to say, 'This is a fic. This is a fic you're going to continue.' Because it haunts me, really. Ideas and whatnot.

At this point in time i have, what...two friends here? And those people happen to know the fandom...fairly well *snerks*.

So, yeah...Comments, Crits, Beta-ness, Ideas for a Title...its more or less on you, zekkass  and ebby .

"Untitled Bofflefic"

Fandom: A Bit Of Fry And Laurie/ (Possible Jooster?)

Rating: PG+ (For now)

Pairings: Control/Tony (Established), C2/?, Mentions of Bertie/Jeeves

Summary: C2's romantic life. Control reflects. Tony worries. Control plots. Maybe 'Control plots' should be a warning within itself.

*Coughs* Onward, then.

 

 

Chapter One

               Control number two was not a picky lover. He did not toy with emotions, or lead people on. On the contrary, those who shared C2’s bed were welcomed with a warm smile, a joke, and no attachment involved. Flings were friendships, and it was commonplace to receive an invitation to his most current art show, where, if you were lucky (and if C2 were involved, you probably were), you’d have C2’s arm around your shoulders, easing you into a conversation with someone who could potentially fill a hole in your life.

                That was C2 for you. He was selfless, gregarious, and larger than life. He cared deeply and honestly. He coasted through life on a beam and a wink, living and loving, carefree, but not frivolous

Then, of course, there was the fact that this was all absolute rubbish. Control was the younger twin, if only by a few minutes. It was a fact that meant little to the brothers, unless C2 thought a bit of teasing would benefit either party.

                The fact of the matter being that Control was completely immersed in his brother’s life, unintentional or not. Control loved his brother, without a doubt, but he often wondered when the free-spirited artist would open his eyes and admit what his life was lacking.

                It was in his eyes when a couple passed, a smile fixed on his face, but the slightest hesitation if his gaze lingered on clasped hands or heads bent together in a silent joke.

C2 gave so much, and expected little in return; the irrepressible social whirlwind. C2 loved life to the fullest, and that was where Control believed the problem lie.

There was nobody to love that life with. No other being to invest in, to share with. Nobody to challenge him, to make him reconsider choices he makes.

Control was so deep in his musings, his near epiphany, that he failed to notice the clock on the wall ticking 11:05, or the familiar form of Tony Murchison standing before him with his coffee, a look of undisguised worry on his features.

Chapter Two

 

A moment of silence passed between the two, as the Foreign Relations agent digested the expression on his boss’ face. It was a purely Jeevesian expression, enlightened and knowing, almost mischeivous in nature. Such an expression often brought about a look of exasperation from Uncle Bertie, coupled by an affection and fondness that warmed Tony when he saw it. Yet, as physically similar as Control was to Jeeves, the look was almost out of place, a joker playing on the lips of Control’s serene, professional mask.

 

            “If you don’t mind my saying so, sir,” Tony said, finally, smiling when Control’s eyes focused on him, genuine happiness replacing his expression at seeing Tony. “You seem to be very deep in thought. I was hoping there was no trouble overseas, then it seemed to me that you seemed rather pleased with your thoughts, so I didn’t think it necessary to interrupt your musings.”

 

            Control immediately rose, circling around his desk to take the treasured cup of coffee from Tony’s hands, making a point to stroke the slim fingers of his beloved, before returning to his desk. “Indeed, Tony, I was rather lost in my own musings, as you so put it. I do apologize most sincerely for having you wait like that. It wasn’t polite of me at all.”

 

            Tony didn’t mind at all, and when Control touched his fingers like he did, he knew he’d wait forever, if need be. The workplace was no place for warm looks and touches, but Control was able to tell Tony everything he needed to by a simple touch of the hand.

 

Later, Tony. It said. Later, and I will hold your hand and speak as a lover should.

 

            “Might I ask, Control, what is on your mind?” Tony ventures, approaching the desk. “Unless, of course, it is classified. In that case, it is best for the country that you keep it to yourself. Although…”

            “I trust you, Tony,” Control says, fervently, resisting the urge to take Tony’s hand, to emphasize how much he trusted him…with secrets, with his life. “Luckily, it isn’t about the country, or the needs of it. In fact, it’s about my brother.”

 

            “Is something the matter with your brother, Control?” Tony feels his chest tighten at the thought of Control’s family being ill, or hurt. His brother, especially, who was open and kind. C2 had quite literally shoved Control and Tony in the right direction, after all. To each other.

 

            “Oh, no, Tony,” Control let himself reach over, giving Tony’s hand a quick squeeze, seeing the worry. “Control is very much healthy and up to his usual tricks,” this earns him a smile of relief. “However, I can’t help but wonder if he isn’t, perhaps, just a bit lonely.”

 

            Another moment of silence passed between them, two pairs of eyes resting on Control’s hand, still holding Tony’s. Both of them were startled to find Tony’s hand squeezing back, in the workplace!

 

            “Yes, well,” Tony says, finally, face warming, eyes possibly a bit softer than necessary. “He certainly leads somewhat of a different lifestyle.”

 

            “Does he?” Control speaks, quietly, lifting his gaze to Tony’s. He tightens his hand on Tony’s.

 

            “I suppose..” Tony starts, interrupted by the phone ringing. Both men leapt apart, almost guiltily.

 

            “Head of the Secret Service, Control speaking,” Control answers, professionally. “Yes? Is that so…most unfortunate. Very much so, yes. Come again?” Control makes a gesture for Tony to stay. “Goodness, I see. Do secure the area, thank you.” He pauses, frowning. “Yes, I do understand. It will be best to keep the poor man calm. I have seen what he is capa…hello? Is anyone there? If somebody is there, we seemed to have gotten disconnected.”

 

            Tony stands. It seemed Control was going to need a fresh cup of coffee. He stops when Control touches his wrist.

 

            “Jack Dalliard has struck again, it seems.” Control’s tone is grave, eyes on Tony. “And my brother has managed to land himself in the thick of the mess.”

ETA:  I've gone and mucked up the formatting.