FIC: Polyamorous Love-Knot Within; Cleaner Required - Part V

[kangeiko]

Title: Polyamorous Love-Knot Within; Cleaner Required
Fandom: Askewniverse (follows on from Clerks II)
Characters: Becky, Randal and Dante.
Summary: "Becs, I love you, but we're not fucking for your amusement," Dante said, and ruffled her hair.
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex, m/f sex, and m/f/m sex and all variations therein. Also, swearing. Lotsa swearing. You've seen Kevin Smith's movies, yeah?

A/N: This is still in the process of being adjusted slightly, but wingsmith has had a go with the big red pen of doom, so it gets to see daylight. Parts 1-3 have been edited and tidied up a little, but no serious changes have been made.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV


Part V

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There should be more to this than sex, maybe. There should be profound conversations, and possibly a searching of souls. Maybe even a trip to church was called for but, somehow, they never get around to it. It's not like Randal stops fucking barely legal skanks in the living room, and it's not like it feels any different to tell him to clean up after himself when she's had his cock inside her.

"It's different, isn't it?" Dante says one day.

She shakes her head at him, puzzled, and settles the baby on her hip. "What do you mean, 'different'?"

Dante frowns, the ice cream spoon stuck in his mouth. "Things. Things are different."

"Between you and Randal?"

He frowns a little more. "I don't know." He looked at his watch. "He's fucking late again. I don't believe this. Randal! We shoulda opened ten minutes ago, you lazy fuck!"

Randal strolls down, clad in his usual T-shirt and jeans, porn mag tucked beneath one arm. "I was jerking off," he said matter of factly, then leaned over and chucked the infant under the chin, making strangely endearing cooing noises. The baby laughed and latched onto his finger, sucking inquisitively. She ought to have been scandalised, maybe, but Randal was already pulling his hand free and reaching for the abandoned pacifier. He plopped it into the baby's mouth and hoisted the infant up, tucking it under one arm like a sack of potatoes. "Don't worry, I washed my hands - hey, did you hear that Indiana Jones IV has entered pre-production?"

"Is this a day of joy?" Dante inquired dryly and leaned over to kiss Becky goodbye. "What time's your class?"

"Three," she murmured, and kissed him back. His beard tickled her neck as she squirmed, and he laughed.

"All right. I'll be back before then -"

"I don't understand how you can be lighthearted about such travesties, I honestly don't. To ruin the trilogy with a poorly-thought-out cash-in is even worse than - than -"

"A New Hope?" Becky supplied, and held out her arms for the baby.

Randal nodded vigorously. "Exactly!" He popped a bubble down at the baby's head, waited for the inevitable squeal of joy, then handed it over, ass-first. "I prefer this end; less smelly," he said by way of explanation, then bopped the infant on the head with the porn mag and collected his jacket from the coat-rack. "Come on, you slacker, we have a store to open."

Dante rolled his eyes. "This from the man making us late because of a pressing need to jerk off at home, instead of at the store."

"Hey, I don't like the tissue paper there, it's too abrasive for my sensitive skin." And he was out, blowing Becky a kiss as he did so. "Anyway, who was up all night on feeding duty while you two slept like fucked-out minks?"

*

Sometimes, she wonders what might have been if she'd given in to the urge to marry Dante and settle down in a nice new house with a white picket fence and the occasional strange friend who visited less and less. It's not quite wondering what would have happened if Randal were not here but, rather, if what he represented hadn't worked out quite so well.

It's a Monday, and their day off, and she's sat in the living room, her textbooks around her. Return of the Jedi is on, and Randal has the baby tucked into one arm, drinking a beer with the other and explaining, point by tortured point, why this movie is so much better than the over-rated Empire. Dante and the baby both watch, wide-eyed, and she can't help but smile.

"You know, this place is a fucking sty," she said, catching the tiniest lull in Randal's monologue.

"We should hire a cleaner, or something," Dante says absent-mindedly.

"- and when you're like, two, or something, I'll get you a lightsaber. How about that?"

Fuck normality.

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fin

Comments

[brandy-took.livejournal.com]

Aw, hee, Fuck Normality indeed.

[kangeiko]

:)

[louisestrange.livejournal.com]

I know I'm late with the feedback, but I just stumbled upon this little gem of a story in my never ending quest for slash and I loved it! Thank you :)

*Off to find more clerks/askew-slash*

[kangeiko]

Thank you for the lovely feedback!

[karesu.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but I was surprised that I did.

Well done.

Random Note: The kid is lucky. I didn't get my lightsaber until I was six.

[kangeiko]

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!