Swearing Them Off
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Adult ++
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2
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4
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The First Encounter
Title: Swearing Them Off
Summary: Colonel Tavington is intent on giving something up for good. Can a lieutenant under him change his mind, or with the stubborn colonel's will prevail yet again?
Pairing: Tavington/OMC
Disclaimers: I do not own Tavington or any of the Patriot characters. In the least. If I did, you would see Tavington with boys a lot more often. ;) I...half-own Lucius. His first name, hair and eyes belong to J.K Rowling, but that's where the resembalance to Malfoy ends.
AN: This is pure sex, though it has a bit of precursor to it. Sex in a chapter or two. *giggles* If you want to know why Lucius Malfoy is (sort of) moonlighting here...I needed another male character and thought I'd perform a bit of a nod in Jason's direction. This is not, however, supposed to be Lucius Malfoy. He is NOT out of character. ^^ That being said, enjoy.
Swearing Them Off
Chapter One - The First Encounter
”Colonel Tavington! Do you mind if I join you?”
A tall, imposing man, in his late thirties at the most, turned an appraising eye on the man addressing him.
When he realized that it was an officer under him, one Lieutenant Gray, one of his eyebrows rose. He took another sip from the rough cup in his hand. “If you wish, Lieutenant.” Sitting on a stool outside his tent, he looked as daunting as ever, drink in hand, a bottle beside him.
Colonel William Tavington was one of those calm, vicious men that society so fears. He came from an esteemed heritage, though his father had rather ruined all that. Proud and beautiful, he had steely gray eyes and fine features, decidedly masculine unlike a certain powdered General. His hair, though long, was pulled back in a severe manner, secured at the nape of his neck and then wrapped, as was the style – for practicality, mind, not fashion – in the Dragoons.
The lieutenant who now walked up to him, somewhat shyly, was of an entirely different nature.
Lucius Gray had been serving under the forbidding colonel for several years now, though he had been working under another colonel up until this point. One would think, given Tavington’s reputation, not only towards the enemy but towards his own men, that Lucius would have been horribly disappointed to come back to clipped words and angry glances. And yet…he was smiling as he entered the man’s presence. He had sought him out, hadn’t he?
In contrast to the man in front of him, Lieutenant Gray was fair and slim, his face just as beautiful but certainly feminine. He didn’t try at it like O’Hara, his personal looks a mix of genetics and that androgynous appearance that young boys have, somehow carried into his mid-twenties. His name certainly matched his looks, pale-skinned despite countless hours in the sun astride horse, his blonde hair so pale that it could almost be called white. The color of his eyes was the only thing that the two men shared in common, though Lucius certainly didn't have the steel orbs that Tavington managed to posses in the stead of eyes. His hair, shorn to an appropriate length, was wrapped, as was Tavington’s, though perhaps not pulled back so severely, so that a strand or two escaped to fall into his eyes. It would never do during a battle, but he had not been reprimanded because it was the night of a ball. “It’s a pleasure to see you again Colonel.” He murmured politely as he approached.
Tavington, who had turned away again after being greeted, let his gaze flicker suspiciously to the younger man, eyes narrowing. Was the man mocking him? It wouldn’t be a surprise, as the rest of army seemed inclined to do the same this evening. “Your hair.” He remarked shortly. “If you were in battle you could be dead by now. The colonel you have been serving under must have let you run positively wild.”
Undaunted by the man’s criticism, Lucius remained standing with a slight smile. “With all due respect sir, it’s the night of a ball. I rather doubt we will be going into battle this night.”
Tavington merely snorted, taking another sip of the liquid in his cup. “Then perhaps you did not see the…fireworks…of this evening?” Damn him, that…that Ghost. Surely he was behind this. “Whatever the case, I expect to see it properly secured the next time I see you.”
“As you wish, Colonel.” Lucius folded his arms behind his back, gazing down at the seated officer. “I did see the explosion.” Hard to miss, surely. “I’m afraid I have been ill-informed of recent events. What exactly is going on?”
Tavington finally turned to look at him, narrowing those gray eyes for a moment, before gesturing to a free stool beside him. As Lucius strode to it, he noticed that the bottle beside the colonel was more than halfway empty. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t been dismissed just now. Demanding something of the proud Colonel Tavington was something that one didn’t do under most circumstances. Sitting, he turned an inquiring look on the man beside him. Tavington didn’t speak for a moment, allowing Lucius to look at him. Funny that he had almost missed someone that everyone else spoke so horribly of. Lucius, Bringer of Light, drawn to this man…the one that they now called “The Butcher” among the cruder of the troops.
“Militia.” The colonel finally answered curtly. “They have been attacking our supply lines for weeks, using rather…devious tactics.” Again his eyes narrowed. “We have not been able to pin them down, which is most annoying.” He growled softly, draining his cup and then reached down to grasp the bottle – it was wine, as it turned out – so that he could refill it. “And the man they are led by…have you heard stories of this…Ghost?”
“I have not Colonel.” He was curious. The man he knew was not hard to anger, but the pure venom in Tavington’s voice when he had pronounced that last word…THAT Lucius had seldom heard during his years of service.
“He teaches them to…disappear and appear at will.” A bitter laugh was forced from the older man’s throat. “He managed to overwhelm 20 soldiers single-handed. And I am forced to shoulder the blame of failing to find and defeat him.” He sounded bitterly resigned for a moment, then sent his fist crashing down on his knee, face contorted into a mask of fury that made even Lucius’ eyes widen. “Damn him! I will not subject myself to any more humiliation on that man’s account!”
“Colonel, perhaps we should retire inside your tent?” He suggested softly, rising and starting towards the other man when a fierce gaze in his direction stopped him where he was.
“Who are you to give me orders?” Tavington hissed, and Lucius felt a shudder wrack him, praying that the colonel wouldn’t see it.
“I would not presume to give you orders.” He murmured, eyes downcast. “I was merely thinking of the whispers that would no doubt be circulating by morning were you to lose your temper in front of the men.”
The colonel laughed, a cold and not at all amused sound. “My anger,” He spat out “is something these men are all too familiar with. Though your concern for my wellbeing is…touching.” The snide words made Lucius bite his lip, his hands clenched at his sides.
“Forgive me Colonel.” He murmured again, then began to walk away. “Until tomorrow then.”
“Lieutenant Gray.” The words were less biting, stopping Lucius where he was once more. “You of all people know how drink affects me.” It was a hidden apology, this much Lucius knew, and all that the man would get out of the colonel.
“Yes Colonel.” He turned back, smiling slightly.
The man eyed him, then lifted himself up gracefully, still holding both cup and bottle. “You are right, however. I should retire to my tent before O’Hara has anything more to complain to Lord Cornwallis about.” Tavington turned to go into his tent, and Lucius followed him for a few steps until the colonel glared over his shoulder.
It was amazing and infuriating that with simple words or looks, his feet seemed to plant themselves in the ground.
“And where, may I ask, do you think you are going?” An eyebrow was raised, but the Colonel didn’t seem angry so much as mildly irritated.
“I…” He took a few steps back. “I presumed that we were to continue our conversation inside.”
A few words from a previous conversation were plucked from Tavington’s memory, and with a wry smile, he replied, “You may presume too much.” Yet, with Lucius’ averted eyes and hurt air, he smirked. “Come inside Gray. Your presence has been sorely missed.” Who else winced and dared act so gentle around him?
Summary: Colonel Tavington is intent on giving something up for good. Can a lieutenant under him change his mind, or with the stubborn colonel's will prevail yet again?
Pairing: Tavington/OMC
Disclaimers: I do not own Tavington or any of the Patriot characters. In the least. If I did, you would see Tavington with boys a lot more often. ;) I...half-own Lucius. His first name, hair and eyes belong to J.K Rowling, but that's where the resembalance to Malfoy ends.
AN: This is pure sex, though it has a bit of precursor to it. Sex in a chapter or two. *giggles* If you want to know why Lucius Malfoy is (sort of) moonlighting here...I needed another male character and thought I'd perform a bit of a nod in Jason's direction. This is not, however, supposed to be Lucius Malfoy. He is NOT out of character. ^^ That being said, enjoy.
Swearing Them Off
Chapter One - The First Encounter
”Colonel Tavington! Do you mind if I join you?”
A tall, imposing man, in his late thirties at the most, turned an appraising eye on the man addressing him.
When he realized that it was an officer under him, one Lieutenant Gray, one of his eyebrows rose. He took another sip from the rough cup in his hand. “If you wish, Lieutenant.” Sitting on a stool outside his tent, he looked as daunting as ever, drink in hand, a bottle beside him.
Colonel William Tavington was one of those calm, vicious men that society so fears. He came from an esteemed heritage, though his father had rather ruined all that. Proud and beautiful, he had steely gray eyes and fine features, decidedly masculine unlike a certain powdered General. His hair, though long, was pulled back in a severe manner, secured at the nape of his neck and then wrapped, as was the style – for practicality, mind, not fashion – in the Dragoons.
The lieutenant who now walked up to him, somewhat shyly, was of an entirely different nature.
Lucius Gray had been serving under the forbidding colonel for several years now, though he had been working under another colonel up until this point. One would think, given Tavington’s reputation, not only towards the enemy but towards his own men, that Lucius would have been horribly disappointed to come back to clipped words and angry glances. And yet…he was smiling as he entered the man’s presence. He had sought him out, hadn’t he?
In contrast to the man in front of him, Lieutenant Gray was fair and slim, his face just as beautiful but certainly feminine. He didn’t try at it like O’Hara, his personal looks a mix of genetics and that androgynous appearance that young boys have, somehow carried into his mid-twenties. His name certainly matched his looks, pale-skinned despite countless hours in the sun astride horse, his blonde hair so pale that it could almost be called white. The color of his eyes was the only thing that the two men shared in common, though Lucius certainly didn't have the steel orbs that Tavington managed to posses in the stead of eyes. His hair, shorn to an appropriate length, was wrapped, as was Tavington’s, though perhaps not pulled back so severely, so that a strand or two escaped to fall into his eyes. It would never do during a battle, but he had not been reprimanded because it was the night of a ball. “It’s a pleasure to see you again Colonel.” He murmured politely as he approached.
Tavington, who had turned away again after being greeted, let his gaze flicker suspiciously to the younger man, eyes narrowing. Was the man mocking him? It wouldn’t be a surprise, as the rest of army seemed inclined to do the same this evening. “Your hair.” He remarked shortly. “If you were in battle you could be dead by now. The colonel you have been serving under must have let you run positively wild.”
Undaunted by the man’s criticism, Lucius remained standing with a slight smile. “With all due respect sir, it’s the night of a ball. I rather doubt we will be going into battle this night.”
Tavington merely snorted, taking another sip of the liquid in his cup. “Then perhaps you did not see the…fireworks…of this evening?” Damn him, that…that Ghost. Surely he was behind this. “Whatever the case, I expect to see it properly secured the next time I see you.”
“As you wish, Colonel.” Lucius folded his arms behind his back, gazing down at the seated officer. “I did see the explosion.” Hard to miss, surely. “I’m afraid I have been ill-informed of recent events. What exactly is going on?”
Tavington finally turned to look at him, narrowing those gray eyes for a moment, before gesturing to a free stool beside him. As Lucius strode to it, he noticed that the bottle beside the colonel was more than halfway empty. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t been dismissed just now. Demanding something of the proud Colonel Tavington was something that one didn’t do under most circumstances. Sitting, he turned an inquiring look on the man beside him. Tavington didn’t speak for a moment, allowing Lucius to look at him. Funny that he had almost missed someone that everyone else spoke so horribly of. Lucius, Bringer of Light, drawn to this man…the one that they now called “The Butcher” among the cruder of the troops.
“Militia.” The colonel finally answered curtly. “They have been attacking our supply lines for weeks, using rather…devious tactics.” Again his eyes narrowed. “We have not been able to pin them down, which is most annoying.” He growled softly, draining his cup and then reached down to grasp the bottle – it was wine, as it turned out – so that he could refill it. “And the man they are led by…have you heard stories of this…Ghost?”
“I have not Colonel.” He was curious. The man he knew was not hard to anger, but the pure venom in Tavington’s voice when he had pronounced that last word…THAT Lucius had seldom heard during his years of service.
“He teaches them to…disappear and appear at will.” A bitter laugh was forced from the older man’s throat. “He managed to overwhelm 20 soldiers single-handed. And I am forced to shoulder the blame of failing to find and defeat him.” He sounded bitterly resigned for a moment, then sent his fist crashing down on his knee, face contorted into a mask of fury that made even Lucius’ eyes widen. “Damn him! I will not subject myself to any more humiliation on that man’s account!”
“Colonel, perhaps we should retire inside your tent?” He suggested softly, rising and starting towards the other man when a fierce gaze in his direction stopped him where he was.
“Who are you to give me orders?” Tavington hissed, and Lucius felt a shudder wrack him, praying that the colonel wouldn’t see it.
“I would not presume to give you orders.” He murmured, eyes downcast. “I was merely thinking of the whispers that would no doubt be circulating by morning were you to lose your temper in front of the men.”
The colonel laughed, a cold and not at all amused sound. “My anger,” He spat out “is something these men are all too familiar with. Though your concern for my wellbeing is…touching.” The snide words made Lucius bite his lip, his hands clenched at his sides.
“Forgive me Colonel.” He murmured again, then began to walk away. “Until tomorrow then.”
“Lieutenant Gray.” The words were less biting, stopping Lucius where he was once more. “You of all people know how drink affects me.” It was a hidden apology, this much Lucius knew, and all that the man would get out of the colonel.
“Yes Colonel.” He turned back, smiling slightly.
The man eyed him, then lifted himself up gracefully, still holding both cup and bottle. “You are right, however. I should retire to my tent before O’Hara has anything more to complain to Lord Cornwallis about.” Tavington turned to go into his tent, and Lucius followed him for a few steps until the colonel glared over his shoulder.
It was amazing and infuriating that with simple words or looks, his feet seemed to plant themselves in the ground.
“And where, may I ask, do you think you are going?” An eyebrow was raised, but the Colonel didn’t seem angry so much as mildly irritated.
“I…” He took a few steps back. “I presumed that we were to continue our conversation inside.”
A few words from a previous conversation were plucked from Tavington’s memory, and with a wry smile, he replied, “You may presume too much.” Yet, with Lucius’ averted eyes and hurt air, he smirked. “Come inside Gray. Your presence has been sorely missed.” Who else winced and dared act so gentle around him?