And All Things Wrong

Y u do this?



Gevanni was feeling... mad. Really mad. He too had been regarded as a prodigy, a genius even as a child. When he joined the FBI, he was still at the top, always at the top. He knew that compared to Near he didn't look all that bright, but he knew.



Lately, when Near moved, there was a very vague air of vaseline. Hardly noticeable, but there. Sometimes Gevanni noticed the same scent on Rester, when he moved his arms. And the last straw was that some of the files from Rester's desk smelled vaguely of the stuff too.



They likely washed thoroughly, but vaseline is hard to get rid off, and it wasn't Near's hands that smelled of it, it was his body, his rump, Gevanni was sure Near would smell of it on the inside.



So he knew, but he didn't understand. Why Rester? Why Rester of all people? Of course he was devoted, like Halle was devoted, but Gevanni himself... he felt something for Near that went further than mere devotion. And if Near was so smart, why hadn't he noticed and turned to him?



But all Near asked him to do was to disassemble his toys at night and put them away again, methodically, fanatically ordered in their boxes. At least the toys didn't smell of proof that Rester and Near were having sex, small comfort.



The longer he thought about it, the angrier it made him, and he roared and wiped the toy space base off his desk with a sweep of his arm. But then his arm collided, and when Gevanni turned, it was already too late.



He had hit Near, had sent him flying too, throwing him to the floor, not as far as the space base, but hard enough to hurt. He had thought Near was already asleep.



Near sat up slowly, holding his chest, where Gevanni had backhanded him unintentionally, and looked up, eyes wide in shock.



"Why... you do this?" he asked softly, voice hitching.



"I--" Gevanni said, and knelt down before Near. "Sorry. I--I don't know." He put his hands on Near's upper arms and pulled him up, pushing him toward his chair. Gevanni made Near sit down and said, "Let me have a look."



"I'm fine," Near said.



Gevanni shook his head, pushed Near's hands away, and started opening the buttons of his shirt. "Just let me check... for bruising."



Near looked down when Gevanni opened his shirt and looked at his body.



There were no bruises, just a reddish mark where the back of Gevanni's hand had impacted. There were also no hickeys, no bitemarks, but that didn't make Gevanni feel any better.



He held Near's shirt open, and whispered, "Why are you still up?"



"I wanted to tell you that I'll be using the space base tomorrow after all... so you don't have to take it apart."



Gevanni laughed softly. "I'll... put it back together. Near?"



"Yes?"



"Why do you sleep with Rester?"



Near looked up, and straight at him. "I don't. I sleep alone."



Gevanni shook his head. "I know you're having sex with him. Don't lie to me."



Near looked away, and started twirling a lock of his hair. He shivered when Gevanni put a hand on his chest, and jumped a little when he tweaked a nipple.



"Why?" Gevanni asked again.



Trying to pull his shirt together, Near said, "Because he's reliable."



"And I'm not?"



Near answer was short. "Not in the same way."



"What is that supposed to mean?" Gevanni asked. He got up, but kept his hands on the armrests of the chair, looming over Near. He didn't want to scare him, but he definitely didn't want him to leave.



"You would get... emotional. He is just doing his job."



Gevanni laughed again. "I see. You're right, I would get emotional. Hell, I already am emotional. His job, right. Does it include handjobs? Blowjobs?"



Pulling his legs up, Near hugged them to his chest and rounded his back. He was looking away, looking at the floor.



"Whatever he does, I'm sure I can do a better job," Gevanni whispered, and reached for Near's face.

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Tbc.