Title: Itch

By: Junkfoodmonkey

Rated: PG13

Summary: Drabble or possibly a poem. Slashy thoughts about Face from Hannibal's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team, I'm not making any money from this.

Itch

Ever had an itch you couldn't scratch? Frustrating, isn't it?

Well try it for fifteen years and then tell me about frustrating.

First minute I saw him I wanted him. Golden haired golden boy.

And under my command. Which meant hands off, Colonel.

I never felt like that about a man before.

Took a long time to accept I felt that way about him.

Took a long time after that to bury what I felt.

The itch flares up now and again. If he's hurt, or sick.

Or the light catches his hair just the right way.

Painful.

Frustrating.

Impossible.

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