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Darkness & Light

Title: Darkness & Light (1/?)
Characters: Becker/Matt, Abby, OC 
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort  
Rating: NC17 for sex and swearages. 
Spoilers/Warnings: None. 
Summary: Matt and Becker try to reconcile over some bottles of whiskey. 
Author's Note:  This is the sequel to my two Team fest stories Darkness and Light which were written for primeval_denial. Those stories focused on Becker and Matt's background and should be read first so this will make sense. Beta'd by fredbassett


“I’m sorry.”

Abby looked up and realised that now would probably be a good time to leave.

Earlier, she had somehow managed to convince Becker to leave the cemetery and come back to his place, now he was sitting on his couch in just his boxers, wrapped in towels and looking like death.

Everyone at the ARC had found out what Gregory Becker and others had done and what Becker himself had been used for, but she had not expected her friend to reveal what he did at the graveside. She never thought that Becker could have been treated the way he was and it tore at her heart to see him like this.

When he told her what Matt had done as well, the history they had shared, she had been shocked and angry, as had everyone else, but it wasn’t as simple as that. She couldn’t remain angry for long when she thought about the two very different backgrounds they’d come from, what they had been through, together and apart and what they had become. She couldn’t hate either of her friends because, in the end, none of them would be where they were now if it had been any other way.  

Matt stood in the doorway, drenched as a drowned rat in a gutter. His t-shirt and jeans were dripping water on to the floor and so were the two very large bottles of whiskey he was holding in his hands.  Matt had been at the cemetery but he’d never come close whilst Becker was grieving. Abby had seen the anguish Matt was going through and at the time she’d thought he deserved to be there on his own, wallowing in his guilt.  Each time he tried to take a step forward, desperate and needing to be the one holding Becker, Abby had glared at him to keep him back.

Now, she wasn’t even going to try. She wasn’t sure if the huge bottles of twelve year old Irish whisky were a good idea.

They didn’t need to ask her to leave. Abby simply kissed Becker on the cheek and draped another towel around his shoulders as she got up.

“There’s some for you if you need them,”  Abby said as Matt edged slowly into the room. He never even looked at her, his eyes were fixed on Becker, waiting for some indication that it was okay to sit down next to him. “Connor and I are nearby if you need us.”

She didn’t need acknowledgement. They would call if they needed anything, that or they would end up pulverising each other.  The whiskey really might not be a good idea.

Abby Maitland took her leave of her two friends and hoped that somehow they would be able to overcome the problems that threatened to break up not only their friendship, but their feelings towards one another


“Do you know this club, Anderson?”

“Yes, sir. I know the place.”

“Good. I want you to go there.” The Colonel held out a picture, one of a newly commissioned officer in full uniform and insignia and Matt looked at it, instantly knowing who it was. “I want you to find him.”

“Your son. I can see the likeness sir. I’m sure he’s popular with all the girls.”

 Becker stepped right into Anderson’s ‘personal space’ and looked down at him, as he had always done since he had taken Matt away from his father, with utter contempt.

“My son did not just become an officer for the attention of girls. He disobeyed me, went against the wishes of his superior officer and has gone to this… this place. I need you to find him do you have a problem with that, Private?

“No, sir.”


“And when I do find him, sir? What do you want me to do?” Matt paused for a moment to swallow a slight lump that had caught in his throat. “Do you wish me to carry out my usual orders?”

The lack of immediate reply and a brief flinch in the older man’s features, told Matt that he was considering it.

“Think you can manage it if I asked?”

“Of course, sir.”

Matt Anderson had never had any problems or issues with Colonel Becker’s orders before. The need to vent and inflict violence on others… the need to kill something or someone was still inside him, just tempered, controlled. However, Becker was contemplating having his son killed.

That didn’t seem right.

But, he supposed he would have to do it, if he was ordered.     


With Abby gone, Matt stripped off his wet shirt, took off his jeans and picked up several towels of his own. He wrapped one around his shoulders and the other around his waist, before sinking down next to Becker and twisting off the top of one of the bottles of whiskey. The smell was strong, it stung the insides of his nostrils as he breathed it in and Matt licked his cold lips in anticipation of that first swig. He offered it to Becker instead.

When it wasn’t taken after several long uncomfortable minutes of silence, Matt took a large swig of the neat whiskey and gasped when it scorched his throat.  He took another swig, it made his eyes water and his entire body flushed from the alcohol.

“I never told anyone.” Becker said snatching the bottle away from Matt quite suddenly. “You didn’t know because I never told anyone. Not Wilder, Weston or my mates at Sandhurst. I never told Abby, or Connor. No one knew, Matt, except me and him. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, why I didn’t do anything!”

Matt watched Becker as he took several very hefty gulps from the bottle, some of the whiskey spilling down the sides of his mouth.  Becker coughed and spluttered, swallowing more than he really could and the tears streamed down his eyes from the shock of such amounts. He squinted and blinked to ease the stinging, then handed the bottle back. Becker shifted on the sofa, pulling the layers of towels around his naked body, still shivering but now from the intensity of the whiskey.

Becker turned to Matt, grief and anger showing in his red swollen eyes before continuing, the sarcasm and contempt cracking his voice.

“However, your honesty was greatly appreciated!”

His first day, seeing Becker again after all those years, had proved more than interesting. Matt closed his eyes and took some tentative sips of the whiskey as he remembered fondly the rather awkward but ultimately pleasant reunion in the armoury. It had been a tentative moment with a few nervous, brief kisses and touches, but then embarrassment and a bizarre bout of denial occurred as they broke apart and seemingly forgot about what had just happened to carry on with the tour.

At the end, after Becker had shown him the perimeter defences of the ARC, Matt felt he had to mention about working for Becker’s dad. There was something about Becker then and there was something about him now that made Matt want to connect with him.

So he had told the truth, to an extent. 

The truth about meeting and working for Becker’s father almost ruined everything. It caused Becker to harbour extreme resentment towards him and their working relationship started off on very shaky and confrontational ground. It took a while for their friendship and professional relationship to change for the better, which happened after Connor and Abby’s return, though any further intimate and ‘interesting’ moments like in those in the armoury didn’t happen, at first.

When everyone found out that Matt was from the future, Becker had taken that news surprisingly well. He appeared to be more understanding towards Matt once he knew—vaguely--what kind of life he had and where he had grown up. Becker even smiled more and things between them didn’t appear as tense or strained.  It was only when he thought Matt had died driving through the New Dawn anomaly, did those ‘interesting’ feelings come back, that they became closer and Matt’s dealings with Becker’s dad was forgotten, but not ultimately forgiven.

It didn’t matter until Weston had turned up at the ARC. 

“So, my father was liar, hypocrite and a traitor,” Becker grabbed the bottle and sipped at the neck, downing more of the booze.  “The so called glorious and proud Becker reputation, his renown and his valour was nothing more than weak cowardly acts taking credit for other people’s actions, for other’s heroic deeds!   I should have expected it, I should have known but you did! Matt, why the hell didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I couldn’t!”

“You worked for my dad! You… you were going to…”

“He changed me, Becker!”

Matt took back the whiskey and downed two large slugs of it, handing the bottle immediately back after wiping at the top of the neck. The simple exchange of booze was a comforting barrier, for the moment, but as they were both beginning to feel the warm drowsing haze of intoxication taking over, dropping their inhibitions and intensifying their riled emotions, it was surely going to be the thing to get everything out into the open. Even if it did—and probably would—result in punches being thrown. 

“I see he turned you into a wonderful human being then,” Becker sneered spitefully.

“I’m not a wonderful human being anyway, Becker! He certainly wasn’t! If you must know,” Matt hissed back. “Despite the fact that he and I hated each other’s guts, I still have to give him credit. He made me a lot better man than I was before. Becker, you never knew me when I first came here, I never told you or anyone, and I still can’t, what it was like growing up where I did.  None of you, not even Emily, have any idea what I was or what I was capable of. Your dad met me and he gave me the control I needed and the purpose I lacked. He gave me my education, he taught me everything I needed to know to control my feelings, my urges and rages.  If I hadn’t have met him, god knows what I would have done, or where I’d be right now.  He helped me!”

“He made you kill.”  Becker shifted off one of the towel s and took back the whiskey.

“Amongst other things, things I’m certainly not proud of. It was the army. He was my CO, so I did what he ordered and at the time what he asked of me didn’t exactly offend my morals because I didn’t have any! I didn’t care about anyone. I felt nothing but contempt and hate for everyone around me.  I never once thought what he asked me to do was wrong … until… well until he told me to get you.”

“You mean he sent you to kill me and you changed your mind?” 




Not really. 

Matt didn’t know what to say to that. He had told Becker a hundred times already, but it didn’t change much. 

Becker half-handed him the bottle, it mostly slipping from his fingers into Matt’s and when Matt drank some more, he noticed how low the level was in the bottle. They had drunk quite a bit in such a short space of time, no wonder he was feeling slightly pissed. Matt wanted to shout and punch Becker in the face for being such an arse about this that he shouldn’t be blamed, but it wouldn’t help. Both of them had been through so much, they had hurt and been hurt and things needed to be explained. But how could he explain to Becker the decisions he made on that night and everything afterwards?

It would mean he would have to talk about her. Matt didn’t want to, he couldn’t talk about her, so instead he allowed Becker to talk instead.

And Becker needed to talk.

“You were my first, Matt,” Becker whispered sadly, snatching the bottle and peering down the neck into the amber liquid. He again took several swigs from the neck, coughed a couple of times and then slouched forward wiping his hand over his face.  He turned to face Matt fully, a crazy drunkenness and anger raging in his eyes. “You pretty much knew that, but did you know at the time my dad had made damned sure that I never did anything I wanted, that nothing distracted me from becoming an officer and gaining a good position within the army? The army came first. His wishes came first before all of mine.  Girls were distractions, so he made sure that I never slept with anyone! Keep the boy a virgin! Keep him from having any kind of normal life at all! But you? I guess no one expected you to come along, did they? I certainly didn’t think about screwing this jammy Irishman who suddenly came from nowhere! Shit, do you know that if my dad thought me a ‘queer’ or even suspected I was, he would have killed me years ago because according to him, damned homos aren’t allowed in the army! They’re not natural! They’re disgusting!  They’re not right! But I didn’t care because for me it didn’t bloody matter, girls or boys… I wasn’t allowed either!  So I suppose it’s hilarious that the first time I get my end away it’s with a bloke and not only that, but one who was sent by my father to kill me! Isn’t that great?”

“I wasn’t sent to kill you, Becker. Jesus—fucking—Christ! Give me the bottle!”  Matt snatched the Bushmills Original and held it tightly to his chest. The whiskey might not have been a good idea, but he took a few mouthfuls anyway.  “I wasn’t… your dad didn’t send me to kill you!”

“You told me he did! You looked me right in the eye and your face said it all! So what the hell happened, Matt?” Becker’s voice was filled with more bile and spite.  “What was it for you? Did you want to have your fun and then tell my old man? Say I forced you or something? Disgrace him because his son fucked a man up the arse? Or was it just for your own personal pleasure to see a young naïve boy like me ripped up?”

Matt felt the anger swell inside him. That part of him he thought he had controlled was threatening to break free.

“For fuck’s sake, it wasn’t like that and you know it!”

Becker did know it. Matt saw the sadness in Becker’s red eyes, the look of grief, guilt and remorse. He saw the questions Becker wanted to ask merely by the expressions on his face.

Then why? Why did you kiss me? Why did you let that happen?

Matt wasn’t sure then and he wasn’t sure now. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and looked at Becker and he instantly hated himself for being angry at him, so he leaned in close and took hold of his chin and angled his face towards his own. He then brushed a light but apologising kiss against Becker’s mouth.

Becker immediately recoiled from the kiss and pulled away in fear and anger.

“What..? What the hell are you doing?”

Matt was given a huge shove, nearly knocking him off the end of the sofa.

It was obviously nothing.


“What… are… we… doing?”

He couldn’t stop. His clothes couldn’t come off quickly enough through the grabbing, groping and pulling at the other man. As the two of them stumbled and crashed into walls and objects, breaking anything in their path to get to the bed, he forced his tongue to delve deep and explore during the maddening kisses that were draining his every breath.

“No… do… you…?”  Matt couldn’t ask the question as he fell backwards onto the bed, the young Becker lieutenant falling on top of him. He grinned and snaked his arms around Becker, feeling the flush of his hot skin and the sweat already trickling down his spine.

 Matt waited for a moment, feeling the racing of his heart and the panting heaves of Becker’s body against his before rolling them both so Becker was beneath. Quickly, Matt pinned Becker’s arms down to his sides and sat up to take in the full sight of him.  As he sat on the young teen’s lap, Matt bit his lip at the friction between them, he only had to just move a little bit and Becker moaned in delight. 

“Is this… am I what you want?”  Matt asked.

Matt moved again, pressing down and purposely against Becker’s erection. 

Becker grinned.   “Oh god, yes!” 

Becker slipped his hands out of Matt’s hold and flung them up around him, digging his nails into the back of Matt’s neck.  Matt was pulled down into another crushing kiss, moans exchanged during the interlock of their mouths, droning murmurs growled as their bodies ground together feeling the new exciting sensations; of another body; of another man; the tickling from the soft but plentiful dark black hair on a chest; the feel of each other’s hands and fingers touching against their cocks.   

For a while it was more than enough for Matt to just simply look at Becker’s face and see the enjoyment he was experiencing as they rubbed together, as the shuddering spasms uncontrollably shot through their bodies and the motions of their hands and mouths increased the pleasure.

 Matt didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know why kissing Becker felt much more intense and exciting than any of the women he’d been with, he only knew that he wanted to carry on, to make Becker shake like he was, to hear those sounds gasp from his mouth. He wanted this, for the first time in his life, he actually wanted this.  He wanted Becker.

So Matt broke the kiss apart and trailed his mouth down the younger man’s torso. The dark hair covering Becker’s chest was already damp with perspiration, and it felt peculiar to be feeling it against his lips instead of smooth skin but it didn’t deter him, so he kissed ever lower. He only paused when he reached Becker’s groin. 

He was bigger than Matt, thicker and longer and well-endowed for someone of his age.  It looked so sensitive, swollen and red from all the rushing blood and it took but the slightest puff of his breath against the glans and it was enough to make Becker shiver. He arched his body up against Matt before a barely controlled release of breath shuddered out from his mouth.   

Matt took a few brief moments gazing at Becker, feeling his excited anticipation, his shakes and tremors and hearing his pleading whispers, before Matt leaned back down and kissed the head briefly, a nervous first kiss which made Becker jerk.


The gasping exclamation of his name made Matt smile and slowly he took Becker partially into his mouth.

 Becker was warm and so engorged, Matt could feel him throbbing as he held him there and then his mouth took in more, sliding him in deeper before Matt let Becker slip back out, his teeth grazing on the swollen head .The sounds Becker made enticed Matt on and even as Becker’s body was trembling, Matt swallowed him again and sucked, using his hand to pump and work upon the shaft. He gagged slightly as Becker grazed the back of his throat but hearing his vocalising murmurs and feeling every gyration of his body; feeling Becker’s legs clench around his back and his hands clench in his hair, knowing that he was making Becker react like this, it made Matt’s smile break into a huge crafty grin.

He continued to thrust a steady rhythm, rolling his tongue around his girth, trying different techniques and all the while listening for the best response. Becker directed him with his groans of ‘yes’ and other breathless murmurs and his hands pushed at the back of Matt’s head, tearing at his hair. 

This was so insane! The women had never made Matt feel like this, he seldom felt anything except for when he came and now as Becker’s breaths quickened and as his hips bucked and jerked faster, forcing himself deeper into Matt’s mouth, he found himself wanting Becker to feel the same.

Matt lost concentration, he felt lightheaded for a moment and that lapse made him miss Becker’s warnings.

He came hard and fast and Matt was taken by surprise.

Matt was shocked at first as he pulled Becker out but then he grinned and he had to swallow what he could but some still spilled from the corner of his mouth. He fell to the side, his head spinning as the taste of Becker on his tongue and of him sliding down his throat and coating his lips felt so intoxicating. It was crazy that he’d done this, he hadn’t planned on any of it, it wasn’t what he did, but Matt couldn’t stop grinning, loving that it had and was still happening.  He wiped his chin and looked at his hand before slowly curiously tasting and sucking the remainder off it, relishing Becker’s flavour. He then watched in utter fascination at the spasms jerking at Becker’s legs and torso, Becker couldn’t stop and Matt wasn’t going to allow Becker the time to fully come down anyway.

Matt rolled the young solider onto his front as he was still shaking and feeling the continual waves and ebbs of his orgasm, and used his hands to stroke and claw over Becker’s body all the way down. Matt positioned himself, kneeling so he could reach down and kiss at Becker’s arse. He bit at the flesh of his buttocks, kissed at them and massaged them and then pried them apart to tease the already contracting hole with his fingers. Toying with another person’s arse wasn’t what Matt had thought to be erotic or pleasurable at all, but as he did, those delicious dirty moans murmured from Becker, who obviously thought it was. Matt laughed a dirty chuckle and took it a step further, he probed with gentle pushes of his fingers past Becker’s tensed muscle, making those groans louder as stretched him.

The sounds Becker made were delectable, Matt needed to hear more, but this wasn’t enough. Matt stopped briefly only to grab a condom from the table by the bed, sheathing himself as quickly as possible before pushing his cock where his fingers had been just seconds before.

Becker cried out. 

“Oh god!”

So did Matt. He was so tight. He took it slow, extracting and entering again, giving Becker the chance to get used to him. When his vocalising continued, Matt soon buried himself completely, holding Becker with his arms wrapped over his chest and his hands firmly clinging onto his shoulders.

Oh god…

They didn’t move for what felt like minutes and it was only when both of their panting breaths settled, when the shakes eased down to light trembles that Matt began to move. A kiss at Becker’s neck, a biting mark against his skin, precluded the slow thrusts of his hips and when Becker turned his head, his arms snaked around his back to hold Matt tighter against him and there was a single almost tender and loving kiss to their mouths, before Becker began to buck against him.

Then things turned feral. 

He didn’t recall much after that, only the feeling and the sounds.

 To Matt this felt right with Becker’s body beneath him and the strength with which Becker bucked up against him spurred him on more than any woman ever could. He knew that he could be harder and thankfully Becker never begged for him to stop because it hurt, even though it was clear that it did. Even when it was his turn, Becker’s cock filling him up, it felt right. Matt didn’t care that the positioning looked silly, him with his legs up in the air, because with Becker atop of him, within him, making Matt’s eyes roll into the back of his head and saliva drool from the corner of his mouth he didn’t care.  He only cared that this teen… this man was giving him something he’d never thought he would ever experience.

It was only when the both of them ran out of energy that they were reduced to slow and surprisingly tender, gentler motions. Both were too tired to fight and they became a tangled heap, locked together barely able to move. It was then, when they lulled almost into sleep that Matt finally came, with Becker doing the same as he was still inside him. Becker collapsed, curled his arms and legs around Matt and passed out with a sweet and satisfied smile upon his face.

 Matt kept his arms around the younger man, stroking lovingly at his drenched back before passing out not long after, feeling something other than hate and anger for the first time in his life.


A kiss wasn’t going to make it go away. It was Matt’s feeble attempt to get him to forget and forgive him, again, but he couldn’t. Becker had thought that his first time had been something wonderful and something that was his and that Matt was someone he had chosen to be with.

No.  Matt had only been there because of his father’s orders. Why Matt had chosen to take him back to his place, instead of leaving him or carrying out his orders, Becker didn’t know, but he was angry that Matt wasn’t telling him.

The fact that Matt Anderson had worked for his dad wasn’t the main or only thing that was grating on Becker’s last shreds of restraint. It was what he was refusing to do and what Matt had refused to do all the years since he’d left Colonel Becker’s “employ.”

Matt looked just as pissed and inebriated as Becker felt. He looked anything but pathetic despite the drenched wet hair and the white towels swathed around him. One fell off of Matt’s shoulders as he leaned back to swig again at the whiskey and Becker, for a moment,  starred at him, his tongue wetting his lips.

The memory of that night had been fully etched into his mind, and he had shared it with no one for fear of being booted out and losing his commission and of his father finding out. He told no one because of the fear that his friends wouldn’t understand or like him anymore, that they would turn against him, but it was mainly because he had loved it so much.  Even with Calleigh and the other women he’d been with afterwards, he always thought back to Matt.

As for any other man… Becker didn’t even contemplate it. 

Now betrayal and confusion was messing up that perfect memory. The man Becker thought Matt was, the man and friend he had worked with all these years, had hidden something from him and he still was and that kiss wasn’t what Becker needed.

He needed answers to more than he wanted to ask.


“Why what?”

“Why won’t you take them down? Why after knowing that I was nothing more than a bloody shield for my dad, knowing what they did… did you not do something about it?”

Matt chugged at the bottle and winced at the kick the whiskey did to his head.

“I told you, I have my reasons! I… I can’t tell you.”

“Even after everything I told you? My father is dead! What does it matter? He doesn’t have a hold on either of us any more.”

Matt didn’t respond. He just glared at the far wall of the flat, his eyes red and glazed with alcohol and regret. 

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freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: September 9th, 2012 01:20 am (UTC) (Link)
This is so powerful!!

Well done groovy girl
basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 04:35 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! :)
nietie From: nietie Date: September 9th, 2012 09:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Erk! Painful conversation.
But they're talking (and hopefully remembering after drinking all that whiskey).

basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 04:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yeah... I am putting both these fellas through some pretty rotten shit. It might get better! ;)

Thanks for reading though! Always appreciated!
fififolle From: fififolle Date: September 9th, 2012 12:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh god!! It's all too much. But the sex, bloody hell. GUH!!!
basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 04:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks Fifi!

I take it that GUH is a good guh? Yeah? ;)

fififolle From: fififolle Date: September 10th, 2012 07:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Is there any other kind?? Yes, definitely a good guh! :D
basched From: basched Date: September 11th, 2012 09:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Cheers! Much appreciation fifi! XD
flaccidduck From: flaccidduck Date: September 9th, 2012 12:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Great chapter!!
basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 04:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks! :)
natchris From: natchris Date: September 9th, 2012 01:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
"As for any other man… Becker didn’t even contemplate it."

*hugs Becker*

*hugs Matt*

Nicely done indeed!
basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 04:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Cheers for that! Glad you liked it :)
joshinator From: joshinator Date: September 9th, 2012 03:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Now betrayal and confusion was messing up that perfect memory. The man Becker thought Matt was, the man and friend he had worked with all these years, had hidden something from him and he still was and that kiss wasn’t what Becker needed.

He needed answers to more than he wanted to ask."


it's awesome!
basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 04:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you very much! It does make me happy that other people enjoy my stuff. Cheers!
celeste9 From: celeste9 Date: September 9th, 2012 05:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
*huggles poor wet miserable Becker and guilty miserable Matt* This is fabulous angst! And some lovely hot smut, too. *g*
basched From: basched Date: September 9th, 2012 08:06 pm (UTC) (Link)

Cheers muchly! :) I'm pleased you liked it!

There's more angst to come!
judithjohn From: judithjohn Date: September 10th, 2012 07:02 am (UTC) (Link)
I read this nearly without blinking because I HAD to know what was happening next. it's really great.
basched From: basched Date: September 11th, 2012 09:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Why thanks! :) I'm pleased you read it and enjoy it! I am still working on editing the second part at the moment.

ebonyfeather From: ebonyfeather Date: September 10th, 2012 02:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Poor boys! At least they've started talking, even if it did require the aid of a bottle of whiskey- let's just hope now that Matt will open up to Becker. And then they can shag some more

Great chapter.

basched From: basched Date: September 11th, 2012 09:22 am (UTC) (Link)

Yeah, I'm being really rotten to them in this fic. The drinking and angst, why do I do it to them?

As for more shagging? There could be.

Cheers Ebs!
fredbassett From: fredbassett Date: September 10th, 2012 03:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
The background in this is great. Strong and vivid.

At least they seem to have broken through their barriers now and are doing some talking.

Great chapter!
basched From: basched Date: September 11th, 2012 09:33 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you Fred! :) Thank you so much!

Yeah...they're talking of sorts, at the moment! XD
clea2011 From: clea2011 Date: September 11th, 2012 10:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is a great storyline. Becker's father was just horrible. At least he and Matt are getting to talk about it now, even if it has taken alcohol.

(And I was able to read this one in your journal style! \o/ :-) )
basched From: basched Date: September 12th, 2012 10:08 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank very much! Yeah, they're talking things out now, but it ain't over yet! XD

YAY! I do loves my new journal style!
lsellersfic From: lsellersfic Date: September 17th, 2012 05:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
So many questions!! I'm looking forward to learning the answers.
basched From: basched Date: September 18th, 2012 10:11 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! I am hoping to have the second chapter up today sometime. I just hope that you will like the answers. :)

deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: September 22nd, 2012 10:35 am (UTC) (Link)
Meep! That was dark and painful and intense. Poor boys, they're both so messed up. At least they're talking, but meep! *huggles them both*
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