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Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 6

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Sitting quietly at the table, Frank watched as his last cigarette burned down, smoke coiling through the air.

Jack had held his hand all the way from the repaired orphanage to Frank's apartment. Admittedly at arm's length, but still...

Did it mean he was growing on the boy?

Frank rubbed at the back of his neck with a groan. Jack had decided to ask Brigid and the girls for their help last night. Telling them that help was needed repainting a newly furnished area kept the ladies from guessing just what it was they'd help decorate.

Putting the cigarette to his lips, Frank blinked as an arm wrapped around his neck, and the cigarette was stolen from his fingers.

"You shouldn't smoke, Frank." Jack sighed, yawning as he stubbed the cigarette out. "It's like kissing an ash-tray." He muttered. Laughing slightly, Frank leaned back to accept the sleepy kiss he pushed to Frank's cheek, and watched as Jack sleepily began making himself a cup of coffee, spilling hot water over his hand by accident.

"Shit..."

"Sit down. You want some toast?" Frank asked, mopping up the water. Jack nodded, rubbing at his eyes sleepily. As Frank set a cup down in front of him, Jack reached out, his fingers brushing against the cup.

"Ready to talk to Brigid today?" He asked, watching as Frank stiffened from where he was watching the toast. "Frank?"

"Y-yeah. I just don't want bad blood between the two of us, you know? We both had as much to do with this mess as each other." Frank indicated the toast. "You...er...you want anything on this?"

"Are you an option?" Jack asked. Frank turned, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the equally shocked looking Jack, one hand covering his mouth.

"Sorry, what was that?" Frank asked. Jack cleared his throat, and sat up straight.

"Sorry...ignore me." Jack flushed, looking down at the table as Frank turned back to the toast, hiding the wide grin that was plastered across his face. Jack took his toast and tea from Frank, his eyes focused on the cup in front of him. He looked up at Frank, who was toying with an unlit cigarette.

"Jack...I need to know how mad you are at me." He stared down at the table, eyes closing as he placed his hands down on the table. "I...I really do want to make things right between us. But I need to know where I stand..."

Frank opened his eyes as warmth settled on the back of his hand. "I...I'm still so mad at you." Jack licked his lips slowly, gazing down at the table. "When I first came here and Atlas helped me...I felt like I'd fallen into a bad dream, a horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. And Atlas helped me through it, every step of the way." He exhaled, still avoiding Frank's eyes. "When...Andrew...Father used the words to control me, it felt like everything I'd ever done had been an awful lie. And when he ordered me...when he told me to kill him...I only felt helpless. I didn't feel sad...didn't feel anything but calm. And then you broke the only thing I thought was real." He looked up, and Frank saw it. The pain he must have felt when he'd shattered the illusion of Atlas.

Jack swallowed thickly. "That was what hurt. Finding out that you'd made Atlas up to trick me. To make me do what you wanted me to." He took a shuddering breath, and Frank closed his own eyes. "Treating me like a dog that you didn't want anymore, like I was a toy to be thrown away because I'd done what you made me for..."

Frank let one of his hands slide over Jack's, sighing. Jack stiffened, but did not pull back. "That's what hurt...Frank...it was that what hurt more thank anything else. The knowledge that you were able to just toss me away without a second thought. But then...when you offered me a way out...a chance to talk...it felt like you were having second thoughts. And yet, I can't help but feel like all this is just some plot to get into my good books again."

As Jack fell silent, Frank shifted uncomfortabley, studying Jack. "I'm sorry I made you feel disposable. And you can think this is some plot to get into your good books, because it is. I want things to be right between us, because I love you. I love you, Jackie, and I don't want to let you go ever again." He whispered, looking up at Jack, who seemed to melt in his chair, before straightning up as a clock chimed away.

"Oh, bloody hell! We've got to go meet Brigid and the girls!" He yelped. Frank blinked, and looked at his watch.

"Damn, is that the time already?" He stood up at the same time as Jack, holding out his hand. "Shall we?"

Jack smiled weakly, and took the outstretched hand. Frank smiled back, and wiggled their joined hands. "See? This, to me, is progress. I like this." He lifted Jack's hand to his lips, and grinned at the flush that was creeping over Jack's cheeks. "Come on, let's go."

As they walked together, Jack studied the corridors, noting they were clean and tidy. "...Did the splicers do this?" He asked. Frank nodded.

"They sure did. Can't have those Little Sisters walking through broken glass and debris, can we?" He let go of Jack's hand, arm wrapping around his shoulders. "I told Tenenbaum where to meet us...she must be running late too."

"No later than you are, Fontaine."

Turning at the sharp voice, Frank's smile faded. Brigid strode towards them, a few of the former Little Sisters with her. "You call me and the girls...and for what? To show me a few clean streets?" She snapped. Frank blinked, and looked at Jack, who nodded. Frank stepped towards her, and wrapped his arms gently around her. She stiffened in his arms.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, letting go. "I really am."

"Sorry!?" She stepped forwards, her eyes narrowing. "Is that all you have to say?" Brigid poked his chest. "You should be placed in front of a firing squad, you despicable, vile, nasty evil man!" She snarled, and slapped him, chest heaving.

The blow wasn't hard, and the Little Sisters gasped as Frank straightened up, testing his jaw. "Okay...I deserved that." He grinned as Jack stepped closer, studying Frank's face. "Hey, if you hit me, will that make us even?"

"No, but maybe it'll knock some sense into you." Jack leaned forwards, pressing a small kiss to Frank's red cheek. "Well, maybe Brigid has knocked some sense into you." He turned to face Brigid and the girls, slowly kneeling down. "I know Frank's been a bad man, but he's trying to make up for it. Can I show you guys something?"

The girls looked up at Brigid. "Mama Tenenbaum?"

Brigid raised an eyebrow. "Would you kindly stop with the games?" She asked. Jack shook his head.

"No...I won't." He smiled triumphantly as Brigid turned to look at Frank, her eyes widening.

"You do not control him?"

Frank held out a hand to help Jack stand up. "I don't want to control him. I want to be with him. Here, in Rapture." He smiled, and Jack beckoned to the Little Sisters.

"Come on, I want to show you something."

The girls hesitantly followed Jack into the Little Sister's Orphanage, clinging to each other. Frank followed them, his hands digging into his pockets. He watched as Jack lead the girls up the steps, reciting something he'd overheard a long time ago. "In the House of Upside-Down: cellar's top floor, attic's ground." Two of the girls giggled, a third joining in as Jack continued to whisper in a soft voice. "In the House of Upside-Down: laughing cries, and smile's frown." He paused by a door, and crouched down as the girls moved closer, their eyes wide. "In the House of Upside-Down: found is lost, and lost is found..." He smiled. "Frank and I found you somewhere to stay. But we're boys...we think everything should be blue." As one of the girls pulled a face, Jack laughed, and stood up again. "Well, we found some paint, and we were gonna paint it...but I thought you girls might like to paint your own beds in whatever colour you want."

Reaching behind his back, Jack opened the door into the bedroom, watching as each of the girls ran in, grabbing a paintbrush and a can of paint each. Jack smiled, and looked over as Frank and Brigid caught up. Brigid stepped inside the room, mouth open as she watched the girls sing and paint away.

Frank let his fingers brush over Jack's cheek, and leaned forwards to capture his mouth, unintentionally pinning him against the doorframe. The squeals that echoed around them forced the kiss to end sooner than Frank would have liked, but he didn't miss the glaze of lust over Jack's eyes, or the licking of his lips.

"God...I can't wait till we get home tonight..." Frank breathed, adjusting Jack's sweater.

"Me either." Jack breathed in return, smiling at the surprise on Frank's face.
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Hour27's avatar
maybe in a shonen-ai with an evil plot behind it but just not this.