The Gift by ELG
This 257 page slash novel is set in a slightly altered
reality. What if Daniel had been adopted by Nick? What if Jack
had decided to leave the Air Force after Charlie died and his marriage
ended to become a police detective? What if those altered paths
had brought the two men together in a way neither could have suspected?
What if events brought them back to the same place we know them
...just in different ways? Includes 33 pieces of interior art created
specifically for the story. Rated NC17.
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Story Excerpt:
O'Neill had lost track on which one of them was setting
the tone of this conversation; for a while he’d been sure it was
him but he was starting to suspect it might be Jackson . He decided
to return to the formality of interrogator and interrogated. “After
you got all those qualifications, what then?”
Jackson seemed unfazed by the sidestep back into the routine of
question and answer. “In between working on my doctorates, I spent
time in Egypt doing fieldwork and lecturing in college. When I
was twenty-six my grandfather was murdered. I found the body. I
had another breakdown. I was admitted to a mental institute again
and stayed there for a year. Since then I’ve lived with Aunt Zinnia
and Tony .” The jaw clench again around the name ‘ Tony ’ although
the expression was bland apart from that; determinedly so, for
Jackson seemed to have a naturally expressive face.
O'Neill took out his cigarettes. “Are you dangerous?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you kill Sha’re Farouk?”
Jackson blinked in surprise. “Um, no. I’m sure I didn’t. Am I
a suspect?” He seemed more intrigued by the idea than affronted.
“Everyone’s a suspect.” O'Neill lit his cigarette. “I’m naturally
suspicious.”
“Only the dead are innocent?” Jackson pressed.
O'Neill ’s hand trembled almost imperceptibly on his Zippo and
then he summoned the flame and made the end flare, that orange
glow before the nicotine fix hit home in a satisfying coil of death-bringing
smoke. Every inhalation another step closer to oblivion. No wonder
he loved Lady Nicotine. “Sometimes not even them.” Another drag
of smoke into his lungs and he could exhale. “How did your parents
die?”
“They were killed in an accident at a museum. They were setting
up an exhibit. A cover stone. The chain snapped and they were crushed
to death.” Jackson ’s face flickered then, almost imperceptible
but O'Neill saw it and realized then what the younger man wasn’t
telling him.
“You were there.” Not a question.
“Yes.”
“And you saw everything.”
Jackson looked right at him; defiance and reproach a perfect balance
in his oversized blue eyes. “Yes.” His gaze seemed to say: What
are you that another’s pain can give you pleasure? What did this
to you?
Abruptly ashamed, O'Neill looked away first. “I’m sorry.”
He glanced back in time to see Jackson ’s eyes flicker in surprise.
“It was a long time ago. I was lucky to have my grandfather to
take me in. I could have been sent to an orphanage.”
Rated
NC17. Violence, non-con, m/m sex
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