Completing the Square
By Vanilla Tiger
AN: AU after I Was Made To Love You. I'm having Andrew as just a year younger
than Warren, Katrina and Tucker. Let's just call this my crack!fic.
Feedback to fitchers_bird@yahoo.co.uk
She had barely reached Tucker's porch when her plan was interrupted by a blonde streak that came barrelling out of the front door and almost into her. Thinking fast, she neatly sidestepped and then grabbed the vague blur. It was Tucker's kid brother, Alan, Arnold …no, Andrew. That was it!
The look of sheer misery on his face threatened to eclipse the usual fear he displayed when forced to talk to his elder brother's girlfriend. Katrina hated to admit it to herself, but there was a part of her that had always been drawn to boys in need. Sorting out their lives, being needed on that scale, there was something incredibly attractive about it. And there didn't seem to be anyone as needy as Andrew at the moment.
"Come on," she said gently," Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" She had never paid too much attention to him before. He'd just been a face that showed up in the doorway to get chased away by Tucker on the rare occasions they spent much at his place. Once or twice she had chastised her boyfriend for the way he treated his little brother, wondering just what Tucker said about her when she was absent, but for the most part Andrew had barely registered.
Her smile seemed to relax Andrew just enough for him to talk to her. Or, more accurately, to come out to her. Apparently he had been in love with this guy for ages but he'd gone off to college and fallen for some girl. Andrew had been sounded shifty and vague at this point, still a little afraid of her Katrina supposed. The relationship didn't last and the guy had returned to Sunnydale, where Andrew took his opportunity and finally got his man. They were keeping it under wraps for now, but he was too besotted to care.
All this was all sweet and good, but Katrina still wanted to know just what had troubled him so much. It was more than just prurient curiosity. Andrew wasn't so bad after all, and might even have been cute if he wasn't, you know, her boyfriend's kid brother. Sweetly she put her arms around him and eventually managed to pry out the fact Andrew had caught said boyfriend in bed with…
He clammed up there, but it was too late to stop the wheels from grinding in Katrina's head. Obviously, by the way he'd been acting, said discovery had occurred quite recently, most probably in his own house. Which left one clear candidate for the role of Cheating Lying Scumbag #2, and thinking back over the story Andrew had given her she had a strong feeling just who played Cheating Lying Scumbag #1.
Leaving all thoughts of Andrew by the wayside, Katrina strode into the house and up to Tucker's room. She took a few breaths to calm herself before entering. It was vaguely possible, if not likely, that her suspicions were about to be proved false. Even more importantly, she wanted to be calm and prepared so that she could extract the ultimate revenge later.
Quietly she pushed open the door and peered around. It was to an entire lack of surprise that she recognised the two bodies asleep in the bed. Rivals, huh? Tucker and Warren certainly seemed on friendly enough terms as they lay naked and exhausted, wrapped around each other.
With great strength of will, Katrina managed to refrain from smashing either of their skulls. Instead she steadily walked back to where Andrew was waiting. She looked over him for a few minutes, a plan formulating in her mind.
She knelt down beside him and looked into his eyes. In the time she had been gone, his hurt had simmered to a sulky pout. Katrina could see the anger there waiting to be released. She smiled, this time without her previous warmth.
"Want to help me get revenge on those bastards?" she asked, jerking her head towards the house.
For the first time she could remember seeing, Andrew smiled.
***
Nothing too far out of the ordinary happened for the next week, considering
that this was Sunnydale and all. It wasn't until the following Saturday that
Tucker came home with Warren to be greeted by a rather disturbing sight. He
paused in the doorway of the living room transfixed by the sight of his girlfriend
receiving oral pleasure on the sofa. From his angle he couldn't make out just
who it was, but that was hardly on the forefront of his mind.
"Katrina!" he cried in shock.
At the same time Warren yelled out from over his shoulder, "Andrew!"
Tucker whirled around at that. "How the fuck do you know what my brother looks like in that position?"
Warren looked panicked. "…I don't. I mean… Hey, at least that's not my girlfriend getting eaten out on the couch."
Katrina leaned back slightly to savour the distress of her now two ex-boyfriends. It was more than she could have hoped for, and just enough to tip her over the edge as she came. Afterwards she got up and smoothed down her skirt slightly, although leaving her shirt unbuttoned.
She smirked at the two jerks with whom she had once had the misfortune to be involved. "Take a good look boys, 'cause it's the last you freaks will ever get."
Her poise was disturbed when Andrew tapped her on her arm hesitantly. "What about me?" he asked. "Do we have to stop too?"
This was an unexpected development, although not exactly unpleasant. "You sure you want it to?"
"Oh yeah!"
Katrina raised an eyebrow. It wasn't that she was completely averse to the idea, she just didn't want to be leading him on. "You realise that this whole thing was only ever about revenge, right?"
Andrew attempted to nod and shrug at the same time, failed and went for the one more likely to get him laid.
"Okay," was the immediate yet casual reply. For a gay guy, he sure was good at giving head. "You realise I'll dump you as soon as I find a better guy. Feel free to do the same."
Andrew indicated his eager acceptance of these terms.
Obviously in shock, Tucker still couldn't seem to understand just what had happened here and just gave up. "I'm so totally out of here." With that he left and his little brother and ex-girlfriend continued as alone.
Apparently though Warren had not moved. The canoodling pair realised this once they heard the strange gurgling noises coming from just outside.
"Uh, any chance I could join in?" He gave the pair a cheesy grin, who looked at each blankly for a second before Katrina responded.
There have been five great knees to the groin since history began. This one surpassed them all.