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Erik is the most eligible billionaire. He is a self-made man who amassed wealth using his uncanny ability to locate gold deposits. He controls several gold mines all over the world. But his love life is anything but golden.
Alex is Erik's trouble fixer/right hand man. Concern over the effect of the PR nightmare that is Erik's latest break-up over stock prices, Alex decides to engage the help of Charles and Hank.
Erik and Alex are the clients from hell. Charles and Hank don't know why their system fails to get a match for Erik -- until Hank runs Charles's profile against Erik's. They make a golden match. The problem is that they don't seem to have anything in common other than chess.
But Hank will try to make it happen, for the sake of their reputation. He also never wants to see Alex ever again. The sooner he can make Charles and Erik fall in love, the sooner he'd get rid of Alex's presence in his office, in his life.
This is only a suggested scenario. They can be mutants in this AU. Writers are free to make changes. Just please give me snark and a happy ending.
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Hank stands up, affronted at the sight of Alex Summers strolling into his office like he owns it.
"Mr Summers, I most certainly object to your barging in--"
Alex ignores Hank's diatribe, places his bottle of Pellegrino onto Hank's desk and takes off his jacket and tosses it onto the couch. Hank watches, jaw agape as Alex proceeds to remove the cufflinks of his shirt, and begins rolling up the cuffs. Hank licks his lips, and hopes that Alex doesn't notice that he's staring at the sprinkling of fine hair dusting Alex's arms.
"Sit-rep, McCoy, I want a sit-rep," Alex orders, snapping his fingers as he speaks. Hank hates it when Alex uses military lingo that way, and he wishes yet again he had the guts to stab Alex with the letter opener on his desk.
"Mr Summers, how many times do I have to explain that these profiles need to be done carefully," Hank attempts to explain when Alex waves a hand, interrupting him.
He picks up the Pellegrino and starts drinking from the bottle. There it is again, Hank thinks, wondering which deities he's pissed off such that they felt him deserving of Alex Summers. He tries not to look, but it's impossible, because Alex Summers is in front of him and he seems to think they're staying in the bloody desert instead of Chicago, the way he drinks water in any form.
Alex Summers has also raised the simple act of drinking to a pornographic art. Everyday for the last fortnight, Hank has been subjected to the sight of Alex performing obscene acts with his mouth and tongue on various water receptacles. Thanks to Alex, Hank will never look at a Starbucks venti cup the same way again.
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Not sure if I can finish this but the idea's too cute to lie low unfilled even partially XDXD
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XDXD
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http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6084.html?thread=9497284#t9497284
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Two weeks ago.
somebody find me someone to love
"My boss needs to get laid," The client says succinctly and without preamble to Hank and Charles. He's sitting across them, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, the afternoon sun making his blond hair glow warmly. Hank notes the expensive, likely bespoke suit that the stranger is wearing, and the equally expensive shirt, silver cufflinks peeking out from the cuffs of his suit jacket.
Hank and Charles raises their eyebrows in sync, though predictably, it is Charles who recovers first.
"Mr --"
"Summers, Alex Summers," Alex introduces himself. "From Eisendhardt and Partners."
"The Eisenhardt and Partners?" Charles asks, impressed in spite of himself.
"Yes." Alex tries not to smirk. It was the expression of a person who is smug in their knowledge that they were in an enviable position in society, and had no qualms about showing it off. Hank dislikes him instantly on principle.
"And your boss would be..." Charles leads him on, though clearly, he already had a good idea what the answer would be.
"Erik Lehnsherr." Alex states simply. He moves forward, and grabs a bottle of Evian from Charles' desk uninvited.
Charles exchanges a Look with Hank. "That's incredibly flattering, Mr Summers. But we are unaware that Mr Lehnsherr would require the kind of services we provide. He seems to do quite well on his own."
Because Erik Lehnsherr was filthy rich and was in no shortage of company. He was also notoriously fickle, the pages of society magazines were filled with either interviews of the man himself or of his jilted lovers. Erik Lehsherr single-handedly fuelled the tabloids of Chicago with tales of his exploits. In other words, hardly the kind of person who would require the services of Xavier Consultancy (discretion is the name of the game).
Alex snorts in disdain. "He broke up with his latest fling. What was her name again?" He flaps his hand back and forth. "Never mind. She's gone."
"And how can we help you?" Charles asks, polite as ever.
"Like I said. Get him somebody. A man. A woman. Doesn't matter, Erik swings both ways." Alex pleads, tugging on his tie in agitation. "He's been an absolute bastard to work with now that he's single again. I need him on his game for the--" he stops himself before he completes his sentence, "For work."
"I understand. But our arrangements tend towards those seeking something more... permanent," Charles advises Alex patiently.
"Of course I know that!" Alex snaps brusquely. Hank stares at him openly, appalled at Alex's rudeness. "That's why I'm here!"
Charles blinks, taken aback. "Mr Summers, am I to understand that you're seeking to find your boss a spouse? Or at least a permanent partner?"
"Yes," Alex replies. "Can you do it?"
Charles does not reply immediately, moving to rest his elbow on the armrest, fingers coming up to rest on his temple. There is a glint of something in his bright blue eyes that Hank has come to recognise all too well. The one that screams "I can't resist a challenge". Hank sends a pitiful glance towards him, projecting as loudly as he can. Their agency is known, in fact, prided themselves on their high (some rivals allege unnatural) rates of success; Erik Lehnsherr would bust their KPIs within minutes of signing the client contract.
"I presume you know our terms," Charles finally speaks.
Alex twists open the cap of the Evian, and takes a long drink from the bottle, licking his lips after that. Hank tries not to think about how pink Alex's lips look now, moistened as they are after the drink. "Of course. The cost is not an issue, naturally," and there was that smirk again.
"Very well then, Mr Summers," Charles says, holding out a hand to Alex. "We have a deal. Hank will set up an appointment at your convenience."
"Awesome!" Alex exclaims. He's smiling brightly, looking a like a little boy who had just discovered a new playground. "Can we start, like, now? I'll cancel all my meetings."
Deep within himself, Hank lets out a mental roar of despair.
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Notes: I really should be concentrating on the other WIP. But what the hell, I'll multi-task.
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THIS IS SO FREAKING GOOD!
HANK'S SNARKY THOUGHTS ABOUT ARROGANT ALEX! I WOULD QUOTE THE PARTS I LOVE BUT --- I LOVE THEM ALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHARLES! I ADORE HIM. AND ERIK, WHO HAS YET TO MAKE AN APPEARANCE, MADE ME LAUGH FROM HOW BAD HE IS.
AND I THINK I'M FOLLOWING THAT OTHER WIP OF YOURS, WHICH I LOVE, BUT.... THIS IS MY PROMPT! AND I AM SO HAPPY, SERIOUSLY! *JUMPS UP AND DOWN HER BED*
THANK YOU! THIS IS BRILLIANT AND HILARIOUS! I LOVE THIS SFM! <333333333333
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Back to the topic. It's always good to know I've made the OP happy, so yes, life is good. Thank you! :)
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Oh, anon, you have become my fave A/H writer. Yes, I'm the one who is always capslocky and bugs you to update "hamlet, thou art slain." I also loved "dress code will apply." A/H with C/E is the best thing in this world.
AND NOW YOU'RE FILLING MY PROMPT. I LOVE YOU, ANON. YOU DESERVE THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Thanks again XDXD
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