sonora_coneja

Pairing: Face/Murdock
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme.

Hannibal POV, please? Doesn't have to be first person.
F/M have been good at keeping it hidden, but one night they're sloppy and Hannibal catches them. Cue aftermath - your pick. Does he flip out? Get overly paranoid every-time someone jokes they boyfriends? How does he reconcile this with the team he wants to keep together, DADT, and being so close to Morrison? Or does he just say Fuck it all and join in?

pretty please with some angst and some crack, anon?

Hannibal finds the boys in the weapons locker. That’s pretty much it.

Hannibal has to admit, in retrospect, it probably wasn’t a good idea sending Face and Murdock off by themselves. Without supervision. To a small, dark, confined space like the base weapon locker. It was really a disaster waiting to happen. He wasn’t surprised when he got the radio call from the sergeant on duty, asking what the team could possibly be doing there at zero-two-hundred.

“Checking ammo,” he’d explained.

“For ten minutes? Sir, I appreciate secrecy, but I have to do my checks in twenty minutes.”

So Hannibal came down, prepared for anything. Except this.

Murdock’s naked, shoved against a clear spot on the wall, legs spread wide, head back and eyes closed. His hair is going everywhere, he’s still got one leg up in the air, and Hannibal can see fucking everything. The pilot’s got his head cocked nearly to the shoulder, watching his commander like a dog at an unfamiliar noise. Hannibal’s seen him in worse positions than this.

But then there’s Face, who lost his pants and shirt at some point in the previous few minutes, but had managed to keep his boots and his scarf and that ridiculous grin of his that faded the second he realized what was going on. He’s half-turned around, and there’s something white crusting on his chest. It leaves nothing to the imagination. And, to be fair, Hannibal’s seen him in worse positions, as well.

Unable to do anything else, Hannibal pinches his nose and shuts his eyes, trying to think. “What’s going on here?” he finally asks, not able to come up with anything else at the moment.

“Uh...” Face begins, and then Murdock’s bouncing up and down, hand in the air like he’s in a fucking classroom or something. “Ohh, boss, memememe!”

“Okay, Murdock, what’s going on here?” Hannibal asks in a strangled voice.

“Face had to clean my gun,” Murdock replies instantly.

“Can we not use the terrible metaphors, captain?”

Face seems to shake himself out of his stupor, and puts a possessive arm around Murdock, like he’s embracing a long-time lover. Which, Hannibal's supposes, he probably is. How did he miss this? It was kind of obvious. All the little touches, all the endearing little looks. He’d chalked it up to Murdock’s (and Face’s) crazy all these years.

“No, really, boss. His gun was dirty, so we needed to clean it before we put it away...”

“And that makes you horny?”

Face looked conflicted for a second, and then grinned at Murdock. “He makes me horny, sir.”

Hannibal held up a hand, hoping like hell this was a nightmare that he’d wake up from, that he wasn’t going to have to worry about stupid fucking policies, that he didn’t have yet another thing to safeguard against, that two members of his units weren’t really fuck-buddies and he wasn’t going to have to deal with all the issues that inevitably followed...

He felt a hand on his arm.

“We’re not just fuck-buddies, sir.”

Shit. Could Murdock read his mind now or something? This had to be a dream. But Hannibal’s a colonel, goddamnit, and the Army pays him eight thousand dollars a month to make the tough decisions. So he makes one. “We’re all going to walk out of here, right now, and pretend like I didn’t just fucking see this!”

Their identical smirks faded a little. “Are we in trouble, boss?” Murdock asked hesitantly.

Hannibal thought about that for a moment, then shook his head. “No, captain, you’re not in trouble. But for chrissakes, be smarter about this from now on.”

“Haven’t caught us before, have you?” Face asks in that oh-so-fake-innocent voice of his, and squeezes Murdock's shoulder a little. The pilot leans into the touch with a sigh. Face checks his watch. “Er, can I finish up here, boss? Five minutes?”

“You might think it’s icky, but Faceman here loves me...”

“... and we never get any time alone...”

“... and you know how Face needs to get laid...”

“...and how much Murdock enjoys it...”

“... my big sweetheart...”

“... cutie-pie...”

“... honey-bunny...”

"...sweet pea..."

"...sugar kitten..."

"...oh, good one, pookie-kins..."

“Enough!” Hannibal roared, and they both burst out laughing.

He can still hear them laughing as he storms out, locking the door behind him, explaining to the befuddled sergeant that yes, they really do need the next ten minutes with the weaponry.