Genre – Angst

Format – 2nd person

Couplings – Chandler/Monica, Joey/Chandler

Warnings – slash, implied sex, sex, cynicism, severe angst, bad language, not for Mondler fans

A/N – I hate this story. Not hatred in the sense of believing it's a shit story or it's badly written, but if I came across it I'd think 'oh my God you weirdo, you've ruined my idea of Friends, Chandler would never behave like that' and so on and so forth. In this sense, I hate it, so I ask everyone who chooses to review, to do so on style rather than content, because if I were reviewing myself on content I'd get 1/10, and that's simply for the fact that it has Chandler in it. It just wouldn't go away until I wrote it, and then I figured, why not put it up? It might shock people into actually reviewing a few of my stories!

Summary – Love and hate are two very difficult emotions to juggle, as Chandler discovers. Set during Season 8 Episode 23 – 24 'The One Where Rachel has a Baby'

Like Father Like Son: The Chandler Bing Story

You're in the hospital, Rachel is having her baby.

She and Ross, you can only assume, are on their way.

You take him, for what feels like the millionth time, into a closet and with desperate hands and climatic, passionate anger you grab him and kiss him and lose yourself in him.

It's not that you don't love Monica, it's just that the boy who grew up with no love hasn't developed into a man who is strong or secure or honourable enough to realise that you can take too much love.

As you pin him up against a wall and roughly strip him you want to cry out in rage and pain because with every thrust the guilt and self-loathing increases and the only thing you can hear in your head isn't Joey's muffled cry of 'I love you' but your mothers voice; hard and cold but with an undercurrent of absolute grief and despair, telling your father that she knows he's sleeping with another man and that she wants him out of her life.

People always assume that it's the other way around with you two; that he would be on top, that you'd belong to him, when in reality it was always Joey who belonged to you; you're his provider, his hunter-gatherer, and he's your affliction, your infection, your insatiable desire.

His eyes say 'It's OK' as you look into them, and you want to punch him. You want to take him and slit his throat and kill him for doing this to you, for becoming your obsession.

Instead you fuck him, because it's the only thing you can do.

You hate him for turning you into your father, but you hate yourself more for letting him.

Like father, like son; the Chandler Bing story.

It's a horrible story, but you can't stop telling it.

Fin