Gossip Girl Fic: Tainted Love, Part 3
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turnonmyheelsFandom: Gossip Girl
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Chuck/Nate/Blair, Chuck/others, Blair/Nate
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General, nothing specific
Summary: Ten years later, Chuck is still obsessed.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar and a whole bunch of people at the CW. I'm just playing with them.
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allegraconbrio for the hand holding and beta.
Note: On-going WIP that will be updated approximately once a week.
Previous Installments
"I think it's a little excessive, that's all."
Chuck cast his ever cynical eyes around the flower filled suite and smirked, excessive was an understatement. Hydrangeas, tulips, peonies, orchids, blooms of every color and from every corner of the earth filled vases and urns on nearly every available space in his suite. The few escaping surfaces held enormous antique silver candelabras topped with white unscented taper candles. Chuck still hadn't decided if he was going to call ahead and have the staff light the candles or if he was going to light them himself and use them as a prop later on. He laughed a little as he selected one perfect blood red rose and held it out for Eric to pin to his lapel. "Have you met Blair Waldorf?"
Eric smiled ruefully as he fussed with the rose, threading the stem in Chuck's buttonhole and securing it with a sterling silver and pearl encrusted pin. "True." When the bloom was fastened he ran his hands over the shoulder of Chuck's jacket and minutely adjusted his bow tie. "I'm glad you're home, this place hasn't been the same without you." Eric started to pin on his own calla lily. He tugged his lapel down at an awkward angle and managed to stab himself in the thumb with the pin before Chuck batted his hands away and did it himself while Eric sucked the blood off the pad of his thumb and murmured a thanks under his breath.
"You know you're always welcome, no matter where I am or what I'm doing." There were few people Chuck could honestly make that statement to, but Eric would always be on the list.
"I know, but if it wasn't for me, who would fill you in on all the juicy details they leave out of the society pages?"
"I have my ways."
"Private Detectives are never as thorough as mostly invisible but always present fags." Bitterness dripped from Eric's every word.
"Don't." Chuck slung an arm around Eric's shoulder and led him to the bar. "You're more than that, you always have been." He kissed the top of Eric's head and poured them each a drink. In moments they were both holding a diamond cut crystal tumbler filled with 30-year-old Maccallan. "Why else would I think so highly of you?"
They both sipped their Scotch and Eric nodded. "You always did have bold and ... unconventional taste."
"Indeed." Chuck pulled out a bar stool for himself and one for Eric and sat down. "Tell me."
"The golden couple isn't quite as perfect as they want you to believe." Chuck kept a watchful eye on Eric; his face had always been open and far too easy to read. "After you and Serena left, they fell in love again, or so the story goes."
Chuck arched an eyebrow and urged him on by pressing his knee against Eric's, Eric pressed back for a second and rolled his eyes. "What really happened is they were at a party and they both tried to take the same guy home." Eric took another sip and continued. "A guy who had more than a passing resemblance to you."
Chuck knew Blair (and Eric) had a taste for a certain flavor of men, but the news that Nate did too was rather shocking. For the life of him, Chuck couldn't remember the last time he was surprised. He sipped his Scotch and savored the feeling. "How do you know?"
"He was my boyfriend." Chuck pressed his knee against Eric's again and left it there. Eric always did get the shit end of everything. "He told me about it over lunch the next day." Eric shrugged and sipped his Scotch. "In excruciating detail."
Chuck's head was spinning as he formed and discarded schemes and machinations at light speed. This information made things so much easier. Back then Nate would have never looked at a man, much less taken one to bed. He was already ten steps closer to his goal with out any effort on his part at all. "I can destroy him if you want me to."
"That's never been my style." Eric laughed a little and waved the suggestion off. "But thanks for the offer."
Next Part
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Chuck/Nate/Blair, Chuck/others, Blair/Nate
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General, nothing specific
Summary: Ten years later, Chuck is still obsessed.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar and a whole bunch of people at the CW. I'm just playing with them.
Thank you
allegraconbrio for the hand holding and beta.Note: On-going WIP that will be updated approximately once a week.
Previous Installments
"I think it's a little excessive, that's all."
Chuck cast his ever cynical eyes around the flower filled suite and smirked, excessive was an understatement. Hydrangeas, tulips, peonies, orchids, blooms of every color and from every corner of the earth filled vases and urns on nearly every available space in his suite. The few escaping surfaces held enormous antique silver candelabras topped with white unscented taper candles. Chuck still hadn't decided if he was going to call ahead and have the staff light the candles or if he was going to light them himself and use them as a prop later on. He laughed a little as he selected one perfect blood red rose and held it out for Eric to pin to his lapel. "Have you met Blair Waldorf?"
Eric smiled ruefully as he fussed with the rose, threading the stem in Chuck's buttonhole and securing it with a sterling silver and pearl encrusted pin. "True." When the bloom was fastened he ran his hands over the shoulder of Chuck's jacket and minutely adjusted his bow tie. "I'm glad you're home, this place hasn't been the same without you." Eric started to pin on his own calla lily. He tugged his lapel down at an awkward angle and managed to stab himself in the thumb with the pin before Chuck batted his hands away and did it himself while Eric sucked the blood off the pad of his thumb and murmured a thanks under his breath.
"You know you're always welcome, no matter where I am or what I'm doing." There were few people Chuck could honestly make that statement to, but Eric would always be on the list.
"I know, but if it wasn't for me, who would fill you in on all the juicy details they leave out of the society pages?"
"I have my ways."
"Private Detectives are never as thorough as mostly invisible but always present fags." Bitterness dripped from Eric's every word.
"Don't." Chuck slung an arm around Eric's shoulder and led him to the bar. "You're more than that, you always have been." He kissed the top of Eric's head and poured them each a drink. In moments they were both holding a diamond cut crystal tumbler filled with 30-year-old Maccallan. "Why else would I think so highly of you?"
They both sipped their Scotch and Eric nodded. "You always did have bold and ... unconventional taste."
"Indeed." Chuck pulled out a bar stool for himself and one for Eric and sat down. "Tell me."
"The golden couple isn't quite as perfect as they want you to believe." Chuck kept a watchful eye on Eric; his face had always been open and far too easy to read. "After you and Serena left, they fell in love again, or so the story goes."
Chuck arched an eyebrow and urged him on by pressing his knee against Eric's, Eric pressed back for a second and rolled his eyes. "What really happened is they were at a party and they both tried to take the same guy home." Eric took another sip and continued. "A guy who had more than a passing resemblance to you."
Chuck knew Blair (and Eric) had a taste for a certain flavor of men, but the news that Nate did too was rather shocking. For the life of him, Chuck couldn't remember the last time he was surprised. He sipped his Scotch and savored the feeling. "How do you know?"
"He was my boyfriend." Chuck pressed his knee against Eric's again and left it there. Eric always did get the shit end of everything. "He told me about it over lunch the next day." Eric shrugged and sipped his Scotch. "In excruciating detail."
Chuck's head was spinning as he formed and discarded schemes and machinations at light speed. This information made things so much easier. Back then Nate would have never looked at a man, much less taken one to bed. He was already ten steps closer to his goal with out any effort on his part at all. "I can destroy him if you want me to."
"That's never been my style." Eric laughed a little and waved the suggestion off. "But thanks for the offer."
Next Part
