by KatiKat
"So... how was the
mission?" Doc J asked as he pushed a dozen of full magazines across the
table to Heero.
"Okay." Heero took the
magazines, putting them into a small leather backpack.
"No problems?"
J’s curiosity was starting to get
annoying.
"No." Heero watched as
J checked his two guns, oiling them and putting them back together - as if he
wasn’t able to do it himself, he snorted mentally.
"So, G is finally history?
He won’t cause any more problems to the clan?"
Another question. Heero’s
indifferent expression turned cold. J seemed to notice this coldness finally
and shut up.
He coughed nervously and looked
around his small store-room full of guns and ammo as Heero double checked the
guns he had given back to him. He wouldn’t admit it to anybody, but he was
scared of this boy. He was the best hit man they had ever had.
Hiding the guns in his shoulder
holster Heero made his way back to the door when J called after him: "Mr
Kushrenada wants to see you."
Without turning Heero nodded and
walked out of the door.
With a silent "phew!" J
leaned heavily against the only table in the room. Interacting with this boy
was like handling an icicle!
***
Heero took the elevator that
brought him from the basement to the 40th floor of the clan’s headquarter here
in America. A building made of glass and steel, so different from the
traditional house with well kept gardens that was the headquarter back in
Japan.
The elevator’s door opened,
revealing a dimly lit hall with grey carpet and black walls. No one was there
at this late hour. Heero looked around. In his black jeans and black leather
jacket he looked very out of place. He hoisted the backpack higher on his
shoulder and headed to the right where Treize’s office lay.
Even a couple of meters away from
the office itself he could hear the moaning and grunting coming out of the open
door. He stepped to the door, opening it slightly then stopped, watching the
scene in front of him.
Treize was fucking his play toy
Zechs again. It didn’t surprise him at all. This wasn’t the first time he
caught them like this - Zechs bent over the marble table pants down and Treize
moving behind him, frantically fucking him like there would be no tomorrow.
When he had found them like this for the first time Treize had even asked him
if he wanted to join them. He decently refused. Treize had laughed back then.
Treize threw his head backwards
crying out while reaching his climax. Zechs shuddered and moaned going totally
limp under his lover. Treize pulled out of him and fastened his pants patting
Zechs quivering behind with a chuckle. Zechs made a feeble attempt to stand, leaning
heavily against the table while cleaning the mess he made with a tissue Treize
handed to him.
Heero knocked at the door finally
and both men in the office turned to him - Treize with a sated smile, Zechs
with an embarrassed flush. He then pulled himself together and disappeared in
the small bathroom while hastily fastening his pants.
Treize laughed at the quick
retreat of his lover and Heero wondered for the umpteenth time why Zechs
allowed Treize to behave like that towards him.
"Still not interested in a
small threesome, Heero-kun?" Treize offered in a husky tone.
Heero met his eyes with a cold
look.
Treize just shrugged. "Your
loss." He then moved around the table, sitting him in the comfortable
looking armchair. "The mission?"
"Accomplished. G is dead, as
are his guards."
Treize nodded. "Very good.
And the witness?"
Treize knowing about the boy
didn’t surprise Heero at all. He could be a bastard in handling his lover, but
he was a competent leader who didn’t mix feelings into his decisions and knew
everything about everyone.
"Will be taken care of
tonight."
Treize nodded again. "Good.
I trust your judgement, Heero. I’m sure you had a reason for not killing him
immediately. But I hope you know what you are doing."
Yeah, that I hope so too, mused
Heero silently.
"You can go, but report to
me first thing in the morning. I want to know how you handled this."
Heero nodded, turned around and
walked out of the door. He could hear the moaning and occasional cries coming
out of the office again while waiting for the elevator to arrive.
Tbc.