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![Story written by LigeiaMaloy /// CoverArt and Characters by BlastedKing
IN VINO VERITAS
The annual assembly was finally over. Like every year, a date close to Christmas had been chosen to gather the leaders of all teams around one table. Every year they debated about the past months, missed and achieved goals, the efficiency and therefore, the revenue and reputation of TF Industries. Upon satisfaction of all instructions coming from the supreme authorities, raises in salary were usually granted, as well as the approval of applications for new and better equipment.
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However, the generosity was limited. Only the top three teams were favored - the others would have to settle with the funds of last year or even cuts. In rare cases, teams had even happened to be closed completely.
Presenting and analyzing annual financial statements, profit and loss reports and the justification for the actions – especially failures – of the last year was already a dry affair. The competitive attitudes between the teams added a sometimes hostile atmosphere. Praising and promoting their own team wasn’t enough – sooner or later the first leader would interrupt the speech of another and criticize their work and future plans, mercilessly pointing out failures and weaknesses. After the first few hours, all comradeship and composure were forgotten and it would need a few months to restore them again.
Sydney, as the leader of the Team King, the support unit, had been invited as well and was treated like all the others. He had to face the same struggles for approval and had to give many speeches to convince his superiors of his work and the work of his team like anybody else. The usual special status didn’t mean anything anymore.
More than anyone, the Sniper dreaded these meetings, and that he had – yet again – enforced a special status for himself didn’t give him an easier time among the others. Aware of this disadvantage, he had, however, insisted on ignoring the new rule that said that only team-leaders and their superiors were invited. Like the years before, Lukas had accompanied him and Sydney had refused to attend the meeting without his assistant. In the end, the Administrator herself had impatiently called the participants to order and made an exception.
Sydney had finally taken his place with a satisfied smile on his face. The bone of contention, Lukas, was anything but satisfied or relaxed like his superior. The Sniper’s disregard of the formalities had put the Spy into the center of the heated discussion for more than half an hour and the glares and dismissive snorts had never completely ceased.
Sydney and Lukas were relieved when the Administrator nodded and closed the last file lying in front of her. They had started early in the morning and it was already dark again when they finally left the building.
Neither were interested in delaying their departure with any more conversation and they headed outside immediately.
Once they had stepped outside, a chilly wind greeted them. The cold air was welcome. After hours and hours of talking, listening and arguing the low temperatures were refreshing. When they had left their headquarters, it had already begun to snow.
Thick layers of white snow had changed the scenery, consisting of gray streets and dull industrial buildings, into a still abstract, but friendlier world.
They had caught their train in time. From the station, it would only be a walk of half an hour back to their home. Sydney had decided against calling one of the others and ask them to come and pick them up. In this part of the city it was snowing, too, and the streets hadn’t been cleared yet. Driving could be dangerous. Besides, the Sniper enjoyed the clear air; he was in no rush to arrive home soon.
Everything seemed so peaceful now. There weren’t other people around and the noise from the cars on the main road was almost completely swallowed by the white covers. More and more flakes quietly floated through the air. The wind increased and Sydney shivered. The meeting and the rather uncertain terms that had been exchanged for hours seemed so far away now.
He turned up the collar of his coat. The soft fur held him warm, but parts of it already began to feel wet and slightly frozen. Although he preferred hot days and sunbaths over winter anytime, the cold didn’t affect him much. Especially so close to Christmas, walking outside was a pleasure; the world looked so beautiful and innocent.
Sydney turned to his assistant and smiled. He was surprised that the scarf could be wrapped even closer around the Spy’s head, but obviously, it was possible. Lukas had buried his hands deeply in the pockets of his jacket and stared at the ground. As usual, Lukas did not speak a word of complaint.
“Honey, don’t lie to me. When was the last time you ate something?” Sydney asked friendly and smiled when Lukas almost jumped. His assistant had been lost in his thoughts, Sydney hadn’t missed that. He also hadn’t missed how Lukas’ body was shaking underneath his clothes.
“When… I… breakfast, I think?” Lukas turned his head into the other direction as Sydney chuckled. The Sniper had expected an answer like that.
“Dear, you hardly ate anything this morning because you were so nervous. No wonder you are shivering,” he chided gently and paused. He felt hungry and thirsty himself, but he wasn’t in the mood to hurry home and go back inside yet.
Although the Administrator was mostly satisfied with him, the whole day had been rather depressing and tiring. Being with his team would cheer him up for sure, but for once, he didn’t want to feel like working. From not too far away, he thought he heard voices.
“Come, honey, I have an idea!” He put his arm around the Spy’s shoulder and changed their direction. “On the market place, they have some kind of winter festival or fair.” Sydney remembered an article he had read about it the day before. “Let’s get something to eat for you there.”
Sydney was already in his element, reciting the article and recounting the food and entertainment offered.
Lukas didn’t really listen to him. Fairs and festival meant entertainment. Trying to tell Sydney that he, Lukas, was tired and only wanted to go home and forget about today while taking a long, hot shower would be a waste of time. Of course the Sniper wanted some fun and distraction and as usual, Lukas was dragged along.
The idea of spending the evening with Sydney alone in a relaxed atmosphere made him more nervous than the mocking stares of the other team-leaders earlier this day, and that had been horrible enough. His stomach hurt when he simply thought about it. However, he didn’t have a choice - he could hardly tell Sydney to forget about it, that the kitchen at home always offered something to eat and that it was warmer than eating outside. He couldn’t just tell him, and wasn’t even sure if he really wanted to.
Sydney knew him too well sometimes, and that was something that made Lukas feel uncomfortable. His boss was right – he wasn’t really hungry, but his stomach didn’t only hurt from being nervous, and he was really cold. Of course Sydney had to notice again how weak he was, but Lukas didn’t really care. After working as Sydney’s assistant for four years, he had accepted his fate - he would never leave another impression than that of the weak and pathetic Spy he was.
Or maybe he was only too tired to mind.
Looking at the slowly falling snowflakes in front of his face calmed his thoughts. Hard winters were rare in this country, and even when they happened, they were mild compared to the winters he used to know before he had left Sweden. Although he had always been cold easily, he had never dreaded the chilly months with their long, dark nights. The pace of the world seemed to slow down and take a rest. It was easier to be left alone by those who always demanded too much of him when everybody was busy enjoying or hating the snow and preparing for the festive season.
The sound of shoes on the covered ground was the same; the crunching snow, the missing echos of their steps when he and Sydney took a short cut through a narrow alley. The tall man made the difference, and became conscious of the sound of his own breathing which seemed to be too loud in this peaceful night, even as it was dampened by his scarf. He wondered why his mind wouldn’t let him simply enjoy this rare, precious evening.
In the distance, just when the stinging cold had crept trough the too thin leather of his shoes, colorful lights appeared. They shone warm and brightly in the dark, despite the veil of snow. Out of the corner of his eyes, Lukas glanced at Sydney – he wasn’t surprised to see a happy smile on the Sniper’s face. This was more like the Sydney he knew; while he also admired the strong-willed, serious leader he had been earlier today, Sydney was more himself when he got excited. Unlike Lukas, he never seemed to hide his emotions, and it was plain to him what Sydney wanted – a bit of fun.
However, in spite of his reluctance to be here at all, Lukas had to admit that it might just be that – fun. Between the blueish shadows of the night, red and yellow lights were a welcoming sight and at the scent of sweet as well as spicy food he finally began to feel hungry after not having eaten all day. The voices became louder with every step they took, and judging from the sound, many people were already enjoying themselves.
Behind his scarf, Lukas lips twitched nervously. True, with others around to attract Sydney’s attention – and he was sure they would – he wouldn’t have to feel his boss’ eyes on him all the time, a comforting thought. Yet, it was just that - others would soon attract Sydney’s attention, and he would be left to the stares of strangers. He had never liked eating in public, with many people around him, who looked at him the very moment he dropped something or swallowed up or chewed too loudly. It was like they were only be waiting for him to make a fool of himself all the time.
The mixed smells of candied fruits and almonds from the one side and of roasted and fried meat were overwhelming, and Lukas couldn’t decide if he felt even more hungry or sick. Sydney was already enjoying himself. A bit like a child who was hoping to spot Santa Claus before he could happily sit down and have some hot chocolate, Lukas thought. Only that he could imagine how a Santa appealing to Sydney would have to look like and that, once found, it wouldn’t be about hot chocolate.
Altogether, Lukas had mixed feelings as they strolled between the stalls. The charms of Christmas were present everywhere – warm lights, the scent of cake and rich food. Golden bells and red ribbons were scattered on tables and counters for decoration, and from several records, the Rat Pack sang their jazzy Christmas songs along with solemn choirs. With the snow and cold surrounding them, the warmth coming from all these impressions was delightful.
The friendly chatter and laughter of other visitors were far more pleasant than the angry arguments at the meeting.
It was nice to be here. Yet, he felt like he might as well not be here. If he ever had forgotten how popular his boss was – every third or second person they met reminded him. Nods and excited greetings made the Sniper turn his head from right to left and left to right all the time. Every once in a while, they stopped so that an acquaintance could shake hands with Sydney and exchange some words about everyones well-being and my, how long had it been.
Lukas himself wasn’t small, but most of the time, the young man who preferred to stand behind the taller Sniper was simply overlooked. Maybe not noticed, maybe ignored, or maybe nobody could imagine that he could seriously be one of Sydney’s friends.
Whatever the truth was, Lukas didn’t really care. He was glad that he wasn’t engaged into any conversations with strangers, feeling bitter at the same time because life never seemed to miss any opportunity to prove his unimportance to him.
However, he was happy, even a bit proud, on Sydney’s behalf. It was only right that his boss was so popular. Lukas had already noticed that those who didn’t seem to know Sydney yet already paid him attention when they saw him and heard him talk. It wasn’t only his size or those, well, unusual pink shades. The always ready smile, the deep voice, his charming, courteous mannerism…
Lukas caught himself staring at Sydney’s face while he listened to the friendly discussion of the advantages and disadvantages about the weather. Like always, when he admired him, he began to feel uncomfortable and sad. Every little gesture and word that reminded him of why he loved Sydney was also a reminder of the gap between them. They lived in different worlds. Lukas was out of place in Sydney’s bright and cheerful world and he was convinced of one thing – without him, Sydney would be able to enjoy himself a lot more.
“Come on, what do you want? My treat.”
“You don’t have to… I can pay myself…” Lukas protested while he was briskly shoved towards one of the food-serving stalls. He had been lost in his thoughts and didn’t even know when Sydney had gotten behind him after telling the stranger good-bye. The Sniper gave him a final push.
“I know you can, my dear, but that’s not the point. Actually, I owe you a fancy five-course meal for enduring that awfully boring meeting. You like fish, don’t you?” Sydney chattered on.
Lukas weakly nodded and began to loosen his scarf while Sydney ordered two sandwiches – fish for Lukas, steak for himself – and two mugs of mulled wine for both of them.
Not too sure if fish was such a good idea on his empty stomach, he accepted the offered sandwich. Skeptically, he looked at the hot, steaming drink Sydney put in front of him.
“You look like you are freezing, honey. This should warm you up.” Watching the crowd without looking out for anything or anyone in particular, Sydney bit in his sandwich.
Hesitatingly, Lukas tried his. The taste was good, not too mild, not too salty, and the fish was fresh. He already felt how his stomach demanded more, but he controlled himself, chewing very slowly. He was afraid to swallow, fearing the sound would be too loud and obnoxious enough to provoke disapproving stares.
“What’s up, dear? Are your cheeks glowing from the cold or is it the alcohol?” Sydney teased him with a gentle smile, giving one of said cheeks a playful pinch with his cold fingers.
Lukas almost choked on his sandwich, startled and not sure how to react. He hadn’t even touched his drink yet, and more than one thing was going on in his head, and most of them he could hardly tell Sydney without embarrassing himself completely.
Chance came to his aid. Sydney was about to say something else when a voice called his name. Lukas and the Sniper turned their heads.
In front of the stall to their left, a small group of men and women about Lukas’ age had taken a seat on one of the benches. They all grinned at Sydney and one – supposedly the same who had called the Sniper’s name – waved at him, beckoning him to join them.
Sydney laughed at them, and turned back to Lukas with a sigh.
“Sorry, dear, ignoring them would be very impolite. I’ll be right back, okay?” he apologized with a shrug, quickly stroking over Lukas’ cheek. “You look lovely, honey, less pale and starving.” He nodded approvingly, picked up his mug and walked over to the small group that welcomed him with a cheer.
‘Typical.’ His amusement was almost bigger than his disappointment. He had expected something like this from the moment Sydney had suggested they come here. Quickly, he finished his sandwich, and of course the last bite went the wrong way. Convinced that everyone close was already staring at him, he tried to suppress the embarrassing coughing and quickly reached for his mug. The hot wine had cooled down considerably, so he easily emptied half of it without burning his tongue. A bit too sweet for his taste, but the characteristic spices and the remaining warmth felt good. Furthermore, it ended the coughing fit as he had hoped. Relieved to have adverted this crisis, he drank the rest while it was still warm.
Spending time with Sydney could be irritating. Lukas was aware that he wasn’t fair when he thought about it, but as usual, Sydney’s behavior only added to his feeling of being out of place. Of course, Sydney was his usual self, cheerful and candid. Even if he spent some time with the Sniper without the other team-mates around them, there was nothing in it for him, not even a few minutes of talking. That was a ridiculous thought, he scolded himself. He wouldn’t have been able to think of anything interesting to say anyway.
He watched Sydney. The Sniper had taken a spot between two of the strangers, his back turned to Lukas, and was happily chatting with them. A wave of resentment came over him when the handsome young man who had waved Sydney over casually put his hand on Sydney’s back.
This was enough. Yes, it was unfair and pathetic, but Lukas couldn’t help feeling angry. The wine already had already begun to cloud his mind, making it more difficult to maintain the usual outward indifference he showed whenever Sydney was busy flirting.
He would go home.
It wasn’t like Sydney would miss him anyway. Besides, it was still cold. He tore his eyes away from the hand on Sydney’s back and turned around to return the empty mug. The vendor was busily hasting from one side to the other, missing the skinny young man whose voice was too low to be heard.
Finally, after Lukas had cleared his throat for the third time, he was noticed. The vendor smiled apologetically, nodded and turned away. A minute later, a new, hot drink was placed in front of Lukas. Perplexed, the Spy stared at the mug, realizing that the man had misunderstood him when he had pointed at the empty drink. He didn’t even try to explain the problem and reached for his wallet. He paid the patiently waiting vendor the due amount, grabbed the cup and moved a step away from the counter, before he accidentally ordered half of the offered dishes.
Behind him, he heard Sydney laugh – so he was probably busy with flirting.
Annoyed, Lukas looked at the hot wine. Annoyed, because, among cinnamon, anise and cloves, too much sugar made the drink smell sickly sweet. Annoyed, because he was freezing and because Sydney could never resist any temptation. As long as it wasn’t him. Of course his presence wasn’t tempting, incompetent and boring as he was. He, who was so easily ignored and forgotten and never got what he wanted anyway.
The hot mug in his hands was just more proof.
He put the cup to his lips, taking a big gulp.
Sydney wasn’t sure how many times he had told his acquaintances how nice it had been to meet them, but now he had to leave. After all, he wasn’t alone this evening. Every time he was about to stand up, somebody had to quickly ask something - only a minute, of course, they didn’t want to hold him up. It was difficult to say ‘no’ when they assured him that it was just so nice to see him again.
These were good, fun people and he wouldn’t mind repeating the events from the one time they had hung out together, but not tonight. However, he didn’t want to be impolite, so he graciously tried to talk himself out of an invitation to visit one of the more open-minded clubs of the city.
He didn’t even lie. It had really been a long day, he had only wanted to say ‘hi’ and he wasn’t alone. He began to feel guilty, knowing too well what kind of silly thoughts run through Lukas’ pretty head. He had let him wait for too long already.
With a smile, he looked at the empty mug in his hands. He had always been useless when it came to drinking, but being tired and cold only made it worse – he was feeling a bit dizzy. Politely, he shook his head when the young man next to him begged him again to join them tonight– or rather him, if Sydney interpreted the way the hand moved across his back correctly. He hoped that Lukas had finished eating, his assistant’s pale face had worried him. It would be better he convinced himself if Lukas was feeling better. Next, time to go home, before both of them caught a cold.
Suddenly, a hand was placed firmly on his shoulder. Somebody bent over him from behind. A mug was placed in front of him and a wave of hot wine and spices filled his nose.
“You look like you are freezing, honey. This should warm you up.”
“Lukas.” Sydney raised his head. The frown on his assistant’s face surprised him, but it fitted the unusually annoyed voice. Sad, worried, nervous, thoughtful, skeptical, cautiously happy or delighted, bashful – those were emotions he knew from him. A Lukas who was apparently in a bad mood was new. And certainly not less likable.
The chatter had stopped. The woman next to Sydney moved aside to make room for Lukas who didn’t hesitate to sit down. Everyone, including Sydney, looked at the young, blonde man with a serious, unreadable expression. The light blue eyes focused on the full drink in his slender hands.
“Well,” the man to Sydney’s right finally broke the silence. He had removed his hand from the Sniper’s back. “Syd, come on, another drink should put you in the mood for a fun night. Let’s go together. Your friend here can join, of course, and…” He stopped.
Sydney turned to Lukas on his left and swallowed an amused chuckle, wondering if Lukas was aware of the scathing look he cast in the persistent man’s direction. Even when he avoided any eye-contact – Lukas’ opinion about the suggestion was more than clear.
“Thanks, darling, but seriously,” he addressed his acquaintance again, “it was a long day. Go, dance, laugh and have a lovely time. We have to talk about business anyway and after that, I’ll happily embrace my bed. It was wonderful to see you again, dearies. Maybe another time.”
A few, courteous words of good-bye followed, and finally, they were alone.
“Honey, how many is that now?” Sydney asked, tapping against Lukas’ mug with one finger.
“Three.”
“Oh my, I’m one behind? Outrageous!” He laughed. Yes, his tolerance for alcohol was very low and yes, he already felt giddy after one drink. However, seeing Lukas, skinny and probably still hungry, indifferently drinking from his cup without a second thought was a challenge.
He followed suit, emptying half of his drink, his eyes still observing his assistant’s face with its reddened cheeks and the grim frown. The wine warmed him from inside and his smile widened. It was so rare to see Lukas without his scarf and mask, and seeing him like this was a novelty altogether. If more drinking was required to enjoy these good-looking features a bit longer, he was fine with it. However, he couldn’t ignore the guilt.
“You are angry with me, and you are right. I’m sorry for leaving you for so long, darling.” He wanted to touch him, but Lukas indignantly backed away from Sydney’s hand.
“It’s not always about you.”
A halfhearted lie. His frustration had reached a level he couldn’t bear anymore. The jealousy had gotten the better of him and before he had been aware of what he was doing, Lukas had ordered another drink and walked over to the happy group. He had no idea what he had hoped to achieve. The source of his jealousy had removed itself and was probably already having a good time and he, Lukas, had denied Sydney sharing the fun. It was true, he was angry with Sydney for forgetting about him, but he was also angry with himself.
“Of course it’s not, babe, sorry. What is it, then?”
Lukas had no idea if Sydney was seriously believing him or if he was being teased. He glanced at his boss, but couldn’t find any hint of mockery in his face. Only a friendly, openly worried smile, waiting patiently for Lukas to answer. Fine, he might as well speak his mind. He took another sip.
“Everything. Why did you drag me along?” Again, he avoided Sydney’s touch.
‘Stop treating me like a dog or child.’
He hadn’t had enough heated wine yet to say something like this aloud.
“Honey, you were hungry. I thought, after the meeting…”
“Oh yes, the meeting.” Lukas flinched. “Where everybody stared at me, showing me bluntly I didn’t belong. You knew from the very beginning it was only for leaders, right? Why did you do that to me?” There, he had done it. He impolitely interrupted his boss, whined and accused him of treating him badly. He couldn’t just refrain from embarrassing himself. This evening was getting better and better.
“You are my assistant. I’d have had to report everything to you anyway, and you know, it’s better to hear all this stuff first-hand, in case I miss something.” Sydney explained calmly.
“You are not an idiot,” Lukas snorted, still not looking at Sydney. “Some of the other leaders are not half as smart and they manage alone. Why did I have to be there?”
Sydney hesitated with his reply. Finally, he emptied his mug and stood up.
“Please wait a moment, all right? I will be right back, dear, I promise.”
Lukas nodded, drinking the rest of his own wine, starring at the empty mug for the few minutes Sydney was gone.
“There you go.”
Lukas finally looked at his boss, who was taking his place next to him again, straddling the wooden bench. Grinning triumphantly, Sydney raised his mug. So only a bit of wine was needed, and his assistant would become cheeky and actually corner him with his questions. He liked that.
“Sydney, no! I’ve really had enough!” Lukas protested, and Sydney chuckled.
“Hearing a loud and clear ‘no!’ coming from your pretty mouth was worth the trouble today.” Amused, he continued drinking.
“I can’t find this funny.”
Thoughtfully, Sydney watched the now rather sad face and inhaled deeply.
It was still snowing. White flakes covered the table and glistened in Lukas’ fair hair. The crisp weather suited him, Sydney thought, even if it didn’t really make sense to him. It really was a beautiful night. The other visitors around them were in a good, joyful mood, just the way he liked his surroundings to be, but for once, he didn’t pay attention to that.
“Alright. Listen. See, darling, I don’t like these meetings, either. For… several reasons. It’s easier to focus when somebody I trust is with me.”
“Oh yes, right. You, who trust everyone blindly on this team, even – God knows why – the Twins. And even they would have been of more use today. Why do I of all people had to join when you know it would make me uncomfortable?”
What he wanted to achieve with his outburst and reproaches, Lukas didn’t know himself. Vaguely, he concluded that he shouldn’t drink. His normal, nervous self was pathetic enough; the way his character changed when intoxicated disgusted him. Not only him, but obviously, Sydney as well, as he remained silent.
“You are reliable,” Sydney finally tried to explain. He sadly smiled at his drink, watching how the steaming became thinner as the wine slowly cooled down. Without looking at his assistant, he continued.
“Even if you are silent, no matter what. Even when I don’t hear or see you, I know I can rely on you. That makes me feel comfortable.”
Lukas began to chuckle and finally burst with laughter.
“You are such a god-damned egoist, Sydney. Really!”
“Dammit, Lukas, if I was such an egoist I’d do other things to you than asking you to come with me to stupid meetings. I’m sorry, honey, forget it.” What he really cursed was the alcohol. It had become more difficult to maintain his unshakable, happy and always smiling attitude than he had expected. He blamed the wine and this good-looking face with those pretty blue eyes that simply wouldn’t allow him to look at them for longer than two seconds. This wasn’t good at all.
Lukas, too, felt the effects of drinking more than was good for him. He was more and more losing control of the conversation, finding it difficult to judge the situation and, especially, Sydney’s words. He gave a start when a cold hand touched the back of his head and moved over his neck and finally, his back.
“You are a flirt. You really can’t hold yourself back for even one single evening, can you? Sorry for interrupting you earlier.” He bit his tongue.
Even if he sometimes thought bitterly of Sydney’s flirtatious character, it made him feel guilty. He would never drink again, if it made him say thing aloud he already hated to think. His own aggressiveness and the hand moving over his back made him nervous and the loathed, but at least well-known insecurity returned.
“Oh you are all wrong, my dear!” Sydney grinned. “I would have lasted chase and innocent all night, you know. YOU started this, babe.”
He moved closer and placed his other hand on Lukas’ leg. Suddenly, the whole situation didn’t appear to be so sad and depressive anymore. He chuckled and put his arm around Lukas’ shoulder when his assistant tried to move away.
He let go of the leg and picked up his mug, emptying it.
“You and your little prank here make it so just impossible to ignore your face, handsome.”
Lukas stiffened under the touch, feeling dizzy from too much wine and the voice that now lowly growled right into his ear. This was too much. He had wished against all hopes that someday, something like this might, maybe, happen. He had never been the target of Sydney’s attention, not in this way. Often enough he had watched when Sydney was flirting with others, feeling envious and invisible. Now, suddenly being in the position of those he usually envied, he had no idea what to do. He shuddered not only from the snow and his cold feet when the hand again touched his leg.
This was not really Sydney, he wouldn’t do this if he weren’t drunk.
“I’m sorry that my face isn’t handsome unless you are drunk,” Lukas snapped at him.
This hadn’t been anything of the things he had wanted to say. His own drunken self was really unbearable. Feeling like a lovesick teenager wasn’t obviously enough, now he was also acting like one.
Sydney, however, was not that easily to upset.
“Don’t be silly.” The Sniper lay his head on Lukas’ shoulder and laughed, finding his assistant’s reaction too funny. “Did you already forget? I’m a flirt. I never missed that you are handsome. The truth is…” He suddenly stopped laughing and lifted his head.
“The truth is, I can’t handle your handsomeness unless I’m drunk, my dear.”
Not giving Lukas a chance to react, Sydney’s hand took hold of the soft, blonde hair.
Gently, he pulled the paralyzed Lukas into a kiss.
Sydney tasted sweet wine, feeling his excitement grow when Lukas’ lips felt soft against his, except for the slightly rougher part of the scar. This little imperfection only made him more interesting, more perfect. Lukas gasped in surprise and Sydney took that as an invitation – pulling him a bit closer, he let his tongue slide inside Lukas’ mouth.
Sydney hadn’t been aware of how tense he was until Lukas hesitatingly responded.
The Sniper relaxed. Lukas’ hair was wet under his fingers – it hadn’t stopped snowing. They couldn’t ignore the cold forever; sooner or later, they had to find a warmer place.
Where he could really be alone with his assistant. Sydney was curious – he had always known that Lukas was more than the insecure, easily flustered man everyone else saw in him. This kiss was soft and shy, but more than good; it was promising. Tomorrow he would feel guilty, for giving in to his egoism.
Again, he cursed the wine that made it impossible to keep staying away from Lukas. However, he began to wonder why he so insistently had restrained himself – it was so easy!
The leg under his other hand felt cold, even through the fabric of Lukas’ pants. He knew how to warm him.
“Sydney!”
A hand slowly feeling up his thigh came dangerously close to his groin. The touch had finally broken through the thick veil that had clouded his mind and he realized what he was doing and where he was – kissing Sydney, in public, surrounded by nosy bystanders.
He pushed Sydney away and jumped to his feet, barely avoiding stumbling over the bench and his own feet. Sydney was drunk, he was joking, and he, Lukas, what was he thinking when he didn’t stop him right away? Anyway, this would stop now and he would go home before he lost the last remains of his pride. That he still wished for a different outcome as he could still taste the kiss on his lips was not relevant.
He cringed when Sydney laughed. Lukas had feared that this would happen. What he hadn’t expected was that Sydney would stand up, too, and throw himself around Lukas’ neck only a few seconds later.
“Here, honey.” Chuckling, Sydney put Lukas’ hat on the Spy’s head, shoving is too deep into Lukas’ face and covering his eyes.
“Don’t run away,” he hummed and nuzzled against Lukas’ throat and muttered discontentedly when the scarf was between him and the skin.
“God, Sydney, you are… You shouldn’t, you are my boss…” he tried to reason while he was helplessly shoved towards the stall again.
“Darling, you are already sobering up, as your boss, I cannot allow this. Good man, be a dear and give us two more.” He beamed at the vendor who eyed them suspiciously.
Sydney was right. The boldness from before was gone and Lukas found it difficult to talk, the way it had always been. He had many things to say – telling Sydney to back off and come home and forget about it. And telling him to come closer and continue, asking him to force him out of his shell.
“I have a wonderful idea, handsome,” Sydney, still hanging over Lukas shoulder, purred. “We have two more of these babies, each. Just for the fun of it, because we are here, having a good time. Without having a nagging sister or Medic scolding as if we were little boys.” He chuckled so violently that he almost spilled his hot drink over Lukas’ jacket.
Lukas surrendered. Sighing, he picked up the second mug and drank slowly. Later he would regret it, but in the last hour, he had felt better than he had in months, if not years. Free, and, for a short moment, even happy.
However, with Sydney around his neck it was difficult to drink. He ducked down and turned away from him. Just in time, he could put his mug on the down and stop Sydney from falling. With a worried warning, he shoved the laughing Sniper with his back against the counter.
This time, not much was left in his cup, but Sydney simply ordered another drink. Lukas couldn’t hide a grin – Sydney was amazing. Drunk, unsteady on his feet without support; yet he laughed and clearly enjoyed himself, confident and happy as ever. Lukas would have wanted to die before he attracted the attention of other people like this. Yet, somehow, Sydney wasn’t making a fool of himself. He was how he was, irresponsible and carefree, and Lukas deeply admired him.
Crossing his legs, Sydney leaned back, facing the sky, and let the snowflakes cool his face. He was aware of Lukas’ gaze and he didn’t mind it at all. His assistant had never made him feel uneasy and for once, he enjoyed his presence freely, without guilt, or worry that one day, Lukas would stop looking at him.
“Say, honey,” he said suddenly, without turning his head, “you are not, well, seeing anybody, are you?” He ignored the indignant “Sydney!” coming from Lukas and spoke on.
“And Ty? There’s nothing going on between you? He is a sweetheart and you get along wonderfully. Judging from the mess he gets you into so easily all the time.” Just an innocent question to judge the dynamics in his team better, that was all.
“Wha… of course not! Oh God, Sydney! That rude kid… and Jean would kill me and… I mean, of course, yes, Tyler is a nice guy but… God, not like THAT!” Too perplexed to think of anything else to say – let alone to understand where this question was coming from – Lukas shook his head and focused on his wine. He wasn’t surprised that Sydney liked this stuff, it was disgustingly sweet.
“Are you sure?” Sydney now directly looked at his assistant, who rolled his eyes and turned away. His mug was already half-empty and he felt the heat return to his face.
“Why is this your business anyway?” He held back a snorted “Jealous?”. That would have been ridiculous.
Sydney ignored the question.
“But you have, let’s say, had some fun, sometime in your past?” He chuckled when the young Spy’s face turned even redder, but he became serious again when Lukas didn’t answer.
“Yes or now?”
“Sydney! Yes, sure, but… Don’t ask me something like that!” What certainly wasn’t fun was the development of this conversation. The idea to pay him back, though, became rather appealing. Unfortunately, the amount of alcohol he would need to dare to show him what he thought was fun would kill him before he even touched Sydney.
“Wonderful, honey, then you know the facts of life!” Sydney’s laugh changed into a chuckle that got finally interrupted by a coughing fit.
“You… you are an irresponsible, insolent, shameless, wanton and horny…” Searching for more appropriate words and failing, Lukas seized the Sniper by the collar of his coat; he still couldn’t bring himself to look him into his eyes. Instead, he stared at the white teeth. Sydney regained control of his breathing and smiled widely.
“Yes, love. That’s how I am. All of that. Right now. Have been so the last four years, every day, and you still like me, right? I’m glad you do.”
This time, neither of them could say for sure who initiated the kiss. It happened and both were comfortable with it. Using the alcohol as his guide and excuse, Lukas shoved himself closer to the Sniper and didn’t shrink back when Sydney wrapped his arms around him. His own hands ran through the Sniper’s dark hair - almost upsetting his hat - and over the stubbly face.
Sydney let himself be pushed farther back, until the edge of the counter started to hurt even through his thick coat – he ignored it. Lukas demanded more of his tongue and his lips, and he was willing to give.
“Ahem, excuse me.”
Both turned their heads. Next to them, the owner of the stall stood, the unease he felt plainly written over his face.
“Nothing personal, really.” The man scratched the back of his head and shifted uncomfortably. “I have to ask you to leave. If you don’t buy something to eat or drink, please do… this… somewhere else.”
“Sorry I didn’t keep my promise.”
Being a member of a team leaded by someone like Sydney, it was easy to forget that most places in the world weren’t as progressive as the headquarters. Nobody had said something until they were politely asked to leave, but Lukas suddenly became aware again of the people around them. This time, it hadn’t been his imagination - others were staring at them and although the stares weren’t hostile, he didn’t miss the disapproving frowns.
Fortunately for him, it wasn’t enough to sober him up – he didn’t regret anything. This could wait until the next morning.
They had left the market place in silence, walking side by side, and Lukas longed to reach for the Sniper’s hand or arm. The tall man’s way of walking would even have given him a good excuse. Instead of striding with the usual confidence, his steps were unsteady and more than once, he stumbled over his own feet.
However, an invisible wall hovered between them and Lukas couldn’t find the courage to simply let his arm slip around Sydney’s waist.
“What do you mean?” he finally asked, wondering what Sydney was talking about.
The Sniper glanced at him with a sheepish smile.
“I said we’d have two drinks, dear, but we only had one. I’m sorry.”
Lukas chuckled. He didn’t even remember if Sydney had been talking about two or twenty drinks and the apology sounded so worried and sincere, it was too funny. His chuckle stopped and changed into a guilty smile when he thought of the hand he had buried deep into his pocket and what it kept under his jacket.
“Sydney…” he began hesitatingly, suddenly afraid of his own courage. In his drunk mind, it wasn’t so much what he had done that worried him, but Sydney’s possible reaction.
“What is it, dear?” Sydney inquired gently when Lukas didn’t continue, calmly studying his assistant’s guilt-stricken face.
“Please… don’t be angry, I just thought… nothing actually, I just…” Instead of trying to explain, he opened the zipper of his jacket and pulled out a wine bottle.
“I think I made a mistake,” he finally said, his face blushed and miserable.
For a moment, Sydney only stared at him, at first not able to put the pieces together. Suddenly, he burst out with laughter.
“Lukas!” he gasped, and the invisible wall was gone. Laughing, Sydney put his arm around Lukas’ shoulder from behind and, with his other hand, took the bottle from him.
“What a bad, wonderful boy. You really are a still water running deep. Honey, I’d never thought you had the guts to steal! To steal alcohol of all things!” He opened the bottle and took a big sip. “Only half full, but just enough for two. Lukas, you really are amazing.” Sydney laughed, almost making Lukas trip when he leaned on him with his full weight. “Now I can keep the promise. See? I really can rely on you.”
“You are not disappointed? Sydney, I’ve stolen this. God, I really…” Disbelieving his own words, he shook his head, and took the bottle from Sydney’s hands, drinking a generous amount himself.
“My dear, the only thing that disappoints me is that the wine isn’t warmer, after you kept it so close to your body.” Sydney snuggled closer to him. His arm moved down from the shoulders, around the Spy’s waist. He shoved the opened jacket aside and let his fingers glide underneath the sweater.
“Syd! Stop that!” Lukas shivered, not only because Sydney’s fingers were cold as ice on his skin.
“But I’m cold,” Sydney growled lowly into his ears, “and you are so warm.” Clumsily, he tried to shove Lukas’ scarf away while the hand under the sweater moved upwards, over the sticking out ribs.
Lukas stood stock-still. The wind blew some stray snowflakes against his exposed stomach, but Sydney’s lips gently nibbling on the skin of his throat distracted him from the cold. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, wishing he could turn around and push Sydney down, into the snow. If he could, he would take the Sniper’s hands and push them into the snow, over Sydney’s head, and kiss him.
However, he couldn’t. Even after drinking so much that his mind felt dizzy and with Sydney pressing his hips against his back, Lukas didn’t find the courage. He feared the coming morning too much; one lapse of reason and for only following his desire once he would risk the friendship with the most important man in his life.
That, and they were still outside. It was still snowing peacefully and they stood in the middle of the street.
Sydney’s hand alone felt so wonderful. Even when he was too drunk to stand steadily, his touch was certain and knowing. Like Lukas expected it from a man with Sydney’s experience.
“And tomorrow, it will be someone else again.”
“Hm? Did you say something?”
“No. I’m sorry… please stop.” With a sigh, Lukas broke free from him and began to walk, his gaze directed to the ground. It wouldn’t be long before they arrived at the base. He didn’t look back or waited for Sydney, nor did he put his sweater back in place or close his jacket.
A little moment later, he heard footsteps rushing after him. Silently, Sydney caught up. Lukas felt the Sniper’s questioning eyes on his face, but he didn’t look up, and Sydney didn’t say anything. In the distance, they soon saw their home. Only the outside lighting was on; if some of the others were still awake, they would be in their rooms or the common room, that were both located in the basement. At this hour, however, it was more likely that they wouldn’t meet anyone.
As they came closer, Lukas could also see the soft, warm lights from several holiday lights Sydney had insisted on scattering all inside and outside the building. He smiled weakly when he remembered the fights some of their team-mates had put up, to prevent their boss from turning the base into a second Santa’s Workshop amusement park.
Although they wouldn’t have to fear waking the others up, they entered the base as quietly as possible. Their boots and shoes left white footprints on the floor and more snow fell from their hats and shoulders. Lukas raised the bottle and drank the rest of the wine. He simply put the empty bottle on a small table they walked by. An uncomfortable pain already began to throb behind his forehead; he hoped that would be gone after some hours of sleep.
What had happened after today’s meeting seemed as far away as the meeting itself. Lukas wondered how Sydney thought about the last hours – if he was angry, or disappointed or didn’t care at all. But no matter how negative his assumptions were, right now, he felt like he didn’t care about anything himself. Just a few mistakes on his list of embarrassments, what did it matter?
“I’m sorry, I made you feel uncomfortable again. Guess I’ll never learn.”
Lukas shook his head at Sydney’s mumbled apology.
“No… I… it was my fault, sorry.”
They had reached their quarters. Lukas headed to his room but hesitated when he touched the handle of the door. He felt dizzy and sick and somehow, he couldn’t open the door. A glance to the side and he saw Sydney standing in front of his door. The Sniper stared back at him and smiled.
“Dear, I know I should say something to you, but I can’t think of anything. Me! Lost for words!” His laugh was unusually uncertain when he took a few step towards Lukas. “Are you even aware of how much power you have over me?”
Under different circumstances, Lukas would have assumed that this was nothing but another pick-up line. Now, he only walked over to him and grabbed Sydney by his coat.
“I’m still drunk. And you?”
Sydney’s face brightened. Smiling softly, he unwrapped Lukas’ scarf and let it fall to the ground. His fingers stroked over the pale face, the lips and the scar.
“So handsome.”
He held Lukas by his chin and lifted his face up. For a second, his gaze met Lukas’ clear blue eyes.
This was too much.
Lukas seized Sydney firmly by his wrist and pushed the hands violently away from his face.
Suddenly, the Sniper found himself pushed against the wall, his hands pinned down beside his shoulders, his fingers intertwined with Lukas’. He lowered his head when Lukas stretched to kiss him.
“It’s always so easy for you, isn’t it, boss?” Lukas let go of the hands and unbuttoned Sydney’s coat.
“Easy? Honey, you have no idea. Being ‘Sydney’ is not as easy as you might think!” He helped Lukas out of his jacket and once it was removed, he began pushing up the black sweater. Together with the Spy’s help, it was dropped to the floor as well.
“Tell me about it.” Lukas shuddered when this time, two cold hands ran over his upper body. His own fingers were under the Sniper’s shirt, hesitantly moving over the firm muscles of his stomach and upwards, feeling the wiry hair covering Sydney’s chest. He wanted to undress him, too, but Lukas mind was too clouded with wine and Sydney’s words – he couldn’t coordinate his hands long enough to remove first the coat, and then the shirt.
Sydney pushed himself away from the wall, and stumbled against Lukas, who wrapped his arms around him at once. Putting his own arms around Lukas, Sydney pulled the smaller man into a hug.
“Being ‘Sydney’ means I cannot even dare to think I might want something. Even when I really want… it…” He tightened his embrace and sighed, burying his face in the crook of Lukas’ neck.
“Please don’t ask,” he added.
“I won’t,” Lukas promised, surprised by the pleading sound of Sydney’s voice. His hands still under the shirt, he reassuringly stroked over the Sniper’s back.
“I know.” Sydney sighed. He loosened the embrace, lifted his head and searched for Lukas’ lips. This kiss was less forceful than before. Sydney let Lukas have control of the pace, enjoying the intense tenderness with which Lukas’ tongue invaded his mouth. With a mind of their own, his hands wandered downwards, over the bare back, and stopped at the belt of Lukas’ pants. Reluctantly, Sydney held himself back. With regret, he pulled away from Lukas, looking wistfully at the shuddering, skinny man with the excited face and dazed eyes.
“Forgive me, Lukas. I… I want to, but I can’t have you, all of you, now. I’m sorry, love, but please stay, okay?” it suddenly burst out of him, and for once, he was the one who was avoiding Lukas’ eyes. “I know I ask a lot of you. I’m irresponsible and egoistic and all you said. Maybe I’ll never have the courage to give in to myself and get what I want. I’ll rely on you, abuse your love, toy with you and hurt you. But please, promise me that you won’t leave me alone, Lukas.”
“I won’t,” Lukas repeated. He reached out for Sydney and pulled him closer by his neck, softly kissing the Sniper’s throat. Sydney gasped in surprise at the sudden pain when Lukas bit him, then he chuckled.
The young Spy gave a short laugh, too. Suddenly, his mind seemed to spin even more and he realized how exhausted he was. And sad. Yet, with Sydney’s arms around him and his head resting against the tall man’s chest, he felt comfortable and calm.
A moment later, he had fallen asleep. Sydney remained motionless a little while longer, holding Lukas tightly, before he finally took him into his arms and, carefully to not wake him up, brought him into his room.
The sound of his alarm clock was the loudest noise he had ever heard in his whole life. At least that was the impression Lukas had this morning. He opened his eyes and groaned at the sudden pain in his head when too bright light was added to the unbearable noise.
Pulling himself together, he turned around in his bed, picked the clock up and simply tossed it to the floor. He swallowed down the disgusting taste of stale wine and acid when he sat up, fearing for a moment he either had thrown up or would do so any moment.
He forced himself to breath calmly, not too shallow, not too deeply. Finally, his senses began to recover and slowly, very slowly, his mind started to work again. He stared at the broken alarm clock on the carpet, and a wave of guilt rushed through him. He had to ask Riley later to either repair it or give him a new one; surely, the trouble wouldn’t amuse him at all. Even worse was the teasing he had to expect from Sydney when he handed in a request for the new item.
Sydney… The thought of the Sniper filled him with something he couldn’t really explain. The pain in his head throbbed even more when he tried to remember. Something had happened last night, but what?
They had been to the meeting, and it was horrible. Every little memory, every stare and word of contempt were back and all too colorful. Yes, he had been desperate and angry because Sydney had dragged him along, but if his memory didn’t deceive him, he hadn’t said anything about it to his boss.
He laughed. The thought alone was ridiculous – pathetic as he was, he would never say something against Sydney’s orders or wishes.
Vaguely, he remembered watching Sydney’s back while the Sniper was busily flirting with a group of strangers. There was a mug with hot, steaming wine, too. No, two.
Finally, he began to understand where the headache and the nauseous feeling in his stomach came from. He had drank too much after a long, stressful day. Furthermore, he obviously had been forced once more to watch Sydney having a good time with some other guy. It was no surprise that he didn’t feel all too excellent this morning.
Musing about it wouldn’t change anything. Scolding himself, Lukas vigorously jumped out of his bed, regretting the sudden movement at once. The world began to spin around him. Hurriedly, he picked his pants up from the floor – not even wondering why his clothes were scattered everywhere instead of lying neatly folded on his sofa as usual – and ran out of his room, reaching the bathroom just in time.
Half an hour later, after emptying his stomach and taking a quick, hot shower, Lukas felt a bit better. He would voluntarily pass on coffee today and try to ask the kitchen staff if he could have some tea instead, hoping they wouldn’t ask any questions.
With a sigh, he entered the canteen and sat down on the nearest chair. He was aware that his tolerance for alcohol was very low, but two cups of hot wine shouldn’t affect him so much. On his way back from the shower to his own room he had found his jacket and sweater in front of his door. He must have been really drunk when he couldn’t even remember dropping them there, not to mention the fact that he had begun to undress himself before he was in his room. He wondered how many of the others had noticed his clothes outside the corridor. How embarrassing!
Together with O’Conner and Jo, Sydney entered the canteen. Lukas glanced at him from the corner of his eye while he gratefully accepted the glass of water Matthew gave him, nodding understandingly at him. This weird feeling from before, when he had thought of Sydney, stirred inside of him again. Then, he felt another sting in his stomach.
A not too big, but clearly visible mark covered the skin of Sydney’s throat.
That moment, he also caught a part of the conversation.
“Only you could find enough energy for a hot date after a conference that lasted a whole day. Seriously, how do you do that?” Jo rolled her eyes and Sydney grinned.
“My lovely sister, I’d share my secret just with you. But alas, I have to confess! I don’t remember! Believe me, I wish I could. Judging from this beauty,” he pointed at the mark, “it must have been wonderful. Seriously, my dear, I have no idea. I remember that Lukas and I went to the fair and had something to drink and eat. I met a few people I know and after that… nothing.” He shrugged.
“Trust our graceful leader to find a way to amuse himself even after drinking himself unconscious.” Impatiently, one of Jean’s tentacles twitched. The Tentaspy had joined them for breakfast this morning and leaned against the wall. Mockingly, he glared at Sydney.
“Please, do tell us more, mon cher, do you bring us more than the news about your collection of lovebites? Do you have any results from the meeting, or did you forget that, too?”
“Don’t worry, Jean, my dear friend. All in good time. You will be pleased. But for now, I really need something to eat. O’Conner, be a darling and make me some tea. I have to admit, I feel slightly, uh, exhausted.” With a flinch, he put his hand on his stomach.
“Exhausted, yeah, sure. Ya havin’ a hangover, that’s all. And judging from his face, you are not the only one.” Tyler had taken a seat right opposite Lukas and pointed at the Spy. “Guess ya better make the double amount of tea. Bet’s on he is again too embarrassed to ask himself.”
“Ty, love, how can you be so caring and yet so rude at the same time?” Jean chuckled, but Tyler only wrinkled up his nose and ignored the Tentaspy.
Lukas had listened to the exchanges in silence. Obviously, he had either forgotten about Sydney’s flirt of the night, or he had really gone home before there had been anything to witness. He couldn’t make up his mind if he was glad he didn’t know more about Sydney’s drunk excess, or if it would be easier for him if he could remember the face of the person who was the reason of the ugly jealousy he felt.
Of course, Sydney was oblivious of his assistant’s inner rage and desperation. He sat down next to Lukas and gave him a friendly slap on his back.
“I’m sorry, honey, guess I neglected you again. When did you leave? Or do you know more about this?” Sydney tilted his head to expose the hickey even more.
“Sorry, boss. I left shortly after we arrived. I was tired.” At least that was what he thought had happened; something else wouldn’t make sense. Lukas knew himself well enough – when Sydney really had been busy with strangers, there was no way that Lukas would have stayed and watched or joined. Faintly, he remembered how he had considered going home.
“Of course he left,” Tyler snorted with his mouth full of scrambled eggs and bacon. He almost choked, but after clearing his throat, he spoke on. “As if our team chicken here is enough of a pervert to stay and watch ya havin’ a good time. Next, ya’ll say it was him!”
Sydney and those in Tyler’s earshot laughed good-naturedly.
“Tyler, mon chèr, this is not a very charming thing to say.” Jean had joined them and gently, he wrapped a tentacle around the Scout’s waist.
“Shut up, Squid, if ya in need of a prince charming, go and read a fairy tale!”
Lukas had smiled along with the others, hoping his face wouldn’t betray his thoughts. Tyler was right - he would never stay and watch Sydney with his lovers voluntarily. Of course he wouldn’t dare to get close enough to his boss to…
He shook his head. The thought was absurd and frustrating.
“Big kids.” Sydney chuckled as another one of the many arguments between Tyler and Jean flared up. Then, he turned again to Lukas.
“I’m really sorry I left you behind and let you go home alone, after dragging you along in the first place. I owe you for accompanying me at all yesterday, dear. I’ll promise I’ll make up for it! You’ll see, I already have an idea, we’ll just…”
“Yeah, yeah, very touching. Get a room! Later.” Rudely, Tyler shoved the Tentaspy aside and jumped away before another tentacle could reach him. Quickly, he moved around the table and grabbed Lukas by his arm, dragging the surprised Spy with him.
“Come, I have to talk with you about something, about next week. NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, SQUID!”
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Story written by LigeiaMaloy /// CoverArt and Characters by BlastedKing
IN VINO VERITAS
The annual assembly was finally over. Like every year, a date close to Christmas had been chosen to gather the leaders of all teams around one table. Every year they debated about the past months, missed and achieved goals, the efficiency and therefore, the revenue and reputation of TF Industries. Upon satisfaction of all instructions coming from the supreme authorities, raises in salary were usually granted, as well as the approval of applications for new and better equipment.
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He sorted the things in his backpack, but whatever he did, it doesn’t fit. There was way to much stuff he had to take with him.. Scout sighed.
“Bunny~” the hissing voice behind him didn’t even terrifiy him any more. “What?” Scout didn’t turn around and tried again to shove all things into his backpack.
“What are you doing?” The voice came closer and a single dark blue tentacle slid over his right foot. “Non of you’re business squid!” He had no time for this and begged silent to god that this monster would just go away. He wouldn’t. Scout knew it.
“Ohh Tyler~”
“Shut up”
The ‘Spy’ was right behind him and his hands were shaking while he tried to close the zipper again. This freaking Shit, he would be far away by now if it had fit at the first try. He cursed but suddenly stopped as the voice of the other man starts again - right beside his right ear. “What. Are. You. Doing?” Scout closed his eyes. Fuck.
“I have to bring some stuff up to the red base, kay? And I don’t have time for …THIS shit!” he turned around, saw the Tentaspy right in the eye. The Spy was smiling.
“I’m serious!” Scout’s voice was unsteadier than he wanted, while two tentacles wiggle around his ankles. But then the Spy said something he didn’t expected “Yes..you are! It zeems important.”
The Scout blinked in surprised. “eh..yes….”
Spy started to adjust fondly the Sailor outfit of the Scout with his hands “Could you come over to the tailor shop later?”
“Y-you let me go?” his eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Of course.” the Spy chuckled and looked at him from tip to toe. Then he grabbed his skirt and rotated it a little bit that the buttons where on the right place at the front again. ” ‘urry up bunny, don’t let ‘em wait.”
Scout grabbed his backpack, yet he looked once more at the shiny , slightly unhuman eyes “Thanks Jean!” before he went on.
