Victory - Face/Off fic - PG13
Dec. 20th, 2006 01:55 amTitle: Victory
Fandom: Face/Off
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for movie. Implied slash.
Pairings: Sean/Eve, Sean/Castor
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
Notes: Have you seen the movie? Mr. Travolta and Mr. Cage knocked it out of the park. It's so good.
Sometimes, when he dreams, he wears that face again. He speaks with that voice, has those hands, that body--that life. Sometimes, when he dreams, he is the killer, the terrorist--the man that murdered his son.
Sometimes, he dreams that the truth was never found out, he still has that face, is in prison for crimes he never committed, that his wife sleeps next to a monster every night.
Sometimes, he hears that voice whispering in his ear, those hands tracing his jaw, that mouth pressed close to his skin. What’s it take, Sean? the hated voice murmurs, warm breath ghosting across his face, fingers trailing along his lips. You were me, remember? You killed and you laughed and, for a few twisted, glorious seconds—you considered taking it all. And, in his dream, the voice continues, while hands tangle in his hair, You considered becoming me fully, Sean, because I was freer than you ever were.
Sometimes, lying next to Eve, Jamie and Adam asleep in their rooms down the hall, Sean cannot slumber peacefully. Michael haunts his dreams, and Sasha—and Castor. He rolls over, pulls Eve close, but he knows that Castor touched her, Castor fucked her—all while wearing his face.
What’s it take, Sean? Castor asks with his voice. To stop a monster?
Sean closes his eyes and strives to stay awake, to stave off sleep. He won. He killed Castor and he took back his face and he avenged all the dead—and Castor’s hands cup his face, Castor’s lips press against his, and Castor whispers, Are you so sure that you won?
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Date: 2007-07-29 07:59 pm (UTC)x
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Date: 2007-07-29 08:49 pm (UTC)