Mega:Secret Headquarters:Java

[_mega_]

Mega was veritably glued to his monitor and computer as he worked on his big project. The meeting with Macon and Dan had left him agitated, irritated, and uninterested in anything minutely unimportant. Some tried to interrupt him and they merely got ignored or snapped at, and now the room was quiet, save for the hum of the machines and a few of his

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[_mega_]

Mega looked to his right with a bit of a glare before looking back to his computer. He was like an animal on the hunt, working hard on his little code, that he hadn't even realized it was Java. He'd simply assumed it was some crew member interrupting his work yet again and he knew he could fob them off with his simple look. Four keystrokes after the fact, he straightened his back, faltering in his typing, "Hello Java," he greeted plainly, blinking his eyes, trying to come back from the frame of mind he'd been in. His finger moved up to his ear piece, "Line please. Yes, Line, she's here, we'll meet you in the room," he told him simply, severing the connection by removing his finger.

Pushing his chair back calmly, he saved and closed the program before standing, "Here for your booster? Let's go," he motioned at the doorway before turning and walking away from her. Shake it off, do not be impolite, he reminded himself, stopping as he entered the hallway to turn and wait for her, his hands behind his back, left wrist clasped loosely in his right hand. "I take it that you've had a good day?" he gave her his best relaxed happy face, no emotion, simply, there, walking beside her, his jaw clenching and unclenching slightly as he tried to calm his irritation and agitation away.

Blinking slowly, his left eye didn't even close all of the way, it was as if he felt he had to keep an eye on the world at all times. Opening the door of a room, not his own, but one set up with a bed. It had, at one time, been Tai-San's room, before she had moved in with him. It housed a dresser, a computer desk, sans computer now, and a twin bed, made up with fresh sheets. He'd had this cleaned up, just for Java's visits as yesterday's had left her somewhat woozy and in need of a rest after the injection. "I've had this room cleaned up for you, it's, well it's yours, Java, for after," he didn't say after what, he knew she knew well enough what he was talking about.

"Have you any information on Ram?" his head tilted, waiting to see if she would volunteer information to him on his whereabouts at the moment. If Java didn't tell him what Ram was up to, he'd know it was he who his renegades were meeting with, and he would surely have to put Java in her place once more. She really needed to be reminded of her place on a constant basis, he could see that, he knew that, she was a wild, untamed animal. But, he would wait, he wanted her to come forward voluntarily, to prove her dedication to the cause.

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"You know, Mega," Java offered, following him into the room with a swing to her hips, "I'm sure we could work out some way to get me back here every day that -didn't- involve your middle man." She took a seat on the bed, swinging her legs up and putting her heavy, booted feet down on the sheets with deliberate disregard. "I mean, it's a little... demeaning for a girl like me... Don't you think?" Leaning back on her elbows, she gave him what would have been an unquestionably "come hither" look had they been in any other situation, one brow arching up teasingly as she smirked.

"But, you're in luck," she explained after a beat, looking down to roll her sleeve up the elbow. "I -have- had a good day, as it happens; I'm willing to chalk all this up to you just being shy." A glance back up, another wicked smirk. "Although I gotta say, giving me a -room-? Pretty bold." She gave him a wink, one deft hand catching her braids and smoothing them back as she studied him. "Maybe I need to get you a new excuse."

The smirk faded slightly at his question about Ram; while Java knew full well that that was why she was here, her husband was really the last thing she was in the mood to discuss. "Ram hasn't said a thing," she said, truthfully, her gaze falling to the muscles of her exposed forearm. "Of course, he might trust me more if I wasn't always sneaking out at night..." Glossy black eyes darted back to him, judging his reaction. "He still hasn't quite gotten used to that week I was missing, you know... Give me space, baby; you might get better results."

[_mega_]

Mega stood halfway between the door and the bed, arms now crossed over his chest, watching her, examining her body language, feeding off of her words, her charisma, her every little movement. He didn't respond to her snide remarks, simply stood watching, lips slightly pursed, eyes slightly narrowed. Even the look that seemed to invite Mega to join her in the bed seemed not to affect him, though he swallowed the lump in his throat down hard, lifting his chin indignantly.

His bottom lip moved in as he scraped his teeth across it, a self used maneuver to keep himself under control, his emotions. "Timidness is unnecessary," he told her simply, "There is no room for that in my life. I simply," he paused for thought, taking a deep breath and letting his eyes move up as if searching for the right words in the air. "Take what I want, when I want it," his eyes fell easily back to her face, a nonemotional look to his face. It was as if this was the most boring thing he could be doing with his day. In reality, he was glad to see her, enjoying the conversation for once today. She was intelligent, and he knew he could take advantage of that if he would just let himself be at ease.

Looking behind him, he took a seat on the loveseat pushed against this wall, his long legs stretched before him. He tilted his head, "I could let Line administer the injection and put you back on the street. Have you forgotten the after effects? I didn't want to abandon you in the streets, Java. It is my mistake if you'd rather wander around hallucinating, babbling to the virts," his words came out sharply, drawn out, though he meant no offense by it. It was simply his nature.

Mega lifted his chin as she lied about Ram and his whereabouts, their relationship. "Why are you sneaking out at night, Java? Do you have a hidden agenda I should know about?" His eyes pierced her like two strong hands, holding them on her as if he could put pressure against her chocolate skin that way. "Soooo, you don't know where he is now?" it was simple, and Mega wanted to know, his eyes narrowing and waiting for her reply.

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"Can't say I do," Java returned, examining her nails. Why was it, she wondered, that all the men in her life were such pricks? "And there's no hidden agenda, Mega; 'cept for the one I keep with -you.-" She sighed, looking back at him with a bored little smile. "Which really is getting old, by the way, much as I enjoy it. I promise I'd be more fun if you weren't trashing me with all this stuff, Mega; it's hard to stay charming when a girl can't see straight."

She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip, catching his gaze as a hint of a smirk returned to her lips. "And it's so hard to remember anything, too..."

[_mega_]

Mega put his hands behind his head, his elbows poking out to the sides, as if to prove he was relaxed and enjoying the conversation. He was, he just had a lot on his mind, today was not the best of days to spend with Java. He'd have to get used to that, he supposed, after all, she was mostly like his prisoner now. This was not a new thought, he'd thought of it all during the week, but still. "Getting old?" he snorted, "You've been doing it for the length of two days. Really Java, you need to learn tolerance and patience. Besides, sometimes the only way to keep someone in line is to keep a tight leash on them. I could, give you something, to remember," his eyes narrowed, a playful glint in them, the right side of his lips turning up in an evilly amused way.

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Oh, if he only -knew- the tolerance and patience she had... "Oh, I don't know," Java mused, as she pretended to consider the offer. "I mean, it seems so much more logical to just stop the problem at its source... I'd really hate to put you out."

She leaned back into the pillows of the bed, eyes never leaving his, and felt her smile broaden very slightly. "C'mon, Mega," she lured, looking up at him with feigned innocence. "You -know- I'm loyal to you. You think I want to go through all that again? You think I'd take Ram back, after he threw me out? -You're- the one who keeps me now, Mega; you're the one who's pulling the strings." Her voice was low, smokey; the voice that had once sworn her allegiance to Lord Ram, that had uttered such provocative things in his programs. "And I know there's nowhere I could go where you couldn't find me. You don't -need- the drugs to, ah," and her eyes were as suggestive as her tone, "keep me where you want me."

[_mega_]

Mega's eyes didn't change, his gaze was locked on her, but the left corner of his mouth pulled up to match the right one, his eyebrow hitching up as she became provocative and inviting. His hands fell from behind his head to his lap, tilting his chin up as he considered her words. Somehow, they felt very condescending, and yet, sincere. It was a strange mixture of one and the other, and he didn't know where to go from here. Where was Line? Mega distinctly remembered yesterdays encounter, when she'd threatened, repeatedly, to kill him, and he'd enticed her to try it. Go ahead, do it, he'd screamed, willing her to let him die a happy man.

He didn't want to give in so easily, and he wouldn't come to her this time, he wasn't going to do something so stupid as to put himself where he'd been put repeatedly just the day before. His eyebrow raised again and he cleared his throat, leaning into the arm of the loveseat now, calculating his response. "Do I know that Java? Does coming back every day so you don't die prove your loyalty? Does that make you," his eyes traveled the length of her body and back again, "mine? I don't know how I can trust you, Java, when only yesterday you were willing to kill me. Or, have you forgotten?"

[_java_]

"You tortured me," Java reminded him, bringing slender fingers up to toy meaningfully with the hem of her top. "That's kind of hard to just," and she smiled, a little bitterly, "forget. All the same," and her eyes held his as the fabric was pulled very slightly askew, "that doesn't mean I can't be reasonable about it."

Her fingertips left the hem as she sank a little deeper into the pillows, her braids a halo of black and purple and white around her face. "You want to know, logically, why I'm yours?" she asked, eyes trained on him as the smile took on a sharper edge. "You want me to skip the part where you just like the feel of my skin on yours, the part where you -liked- being on top of me?" Her brow darted up, questioning. "Fine."

"I'm yours, Mega, because the city is yours. You control everything that happens in this little empire; you overthrew my husband, and you claimed and improved upon the spoils of war. I," she continued, the chill of logic doing nothing to take the purr out of her voice, "am part of the empire you claimed, and, in case you -missed- it, I like being with whoever's on top. You ever -lose- this city," she told him, bluntly, "I'll leave you faster than you can say 'good-bye.' But so long as you run the show, baby, I'm yours for the ride."

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Mega did not respond to her, watching as she pulled her shirt off center, the very idea of the disorderly making him squirm slightly. He hadn't tortured her, he'd had her tortured, but it was all the same, wasn't it? Of course, he hadn't told Line what to do exactly, the methods were all cooked up by the evil chef of degradation. Still, it was on his orders that anything happened at all.

Mega thought back to why he'd had it done, why he'd decided that torture was the only way to break through to her, to get across the exact necessity of her cooperation. She was Ram's, everyone knew that, but as she said now, she was easily swayed. If it was true that he could have her simply by being the new leader of the most powerful outfit in the city, then why had torture been necessary at all? She should have broken, she should have walked away from Ram and come in search of Mega.

Of course, no one knew he was here, and she hadn't known it was he who was having her tortured every day, secretly, so maybe it was his mistake not to tell her of these things in the beginning. No, he reminded himself, she was not to be trusted. She just wanted the antidote instead of the booster, she wanted to be free, and then she would go to her precious lord Ram and send him here to bring him down. Mega knew her well, she not only liked being with whomever was on top, she liked being on top.

He did get quite an ego boost from it, she wanted to be with him, and yes, he was in charge of the city. Often in times like these he let that slip his mind, it was an entire outfit and though he sat comfortably behind the helm of the ship, sometimes he felt lost in the crew. Java kindly reminded him that it was his show, and for now, he was on top. Being on top felt good, though he didn't let it show in his demeanor, he simply watched her.

Arching the other eyebrow, Mega dropped the deep thoughts and got back to the energy in the air, the tension he felt pulling him towards her, though he didn't move. He would not budge this time, he would not be rejected again, and he wasn't her play thing. "I do," he began, calculating his words carefully, her comments about skin on skin not lost in the waves of thought, "like being on top. Especially on top of you. I like how you're so, blunt. It's really a lost quality amongst Technos these days, always, kissing butt, sucking up, afraid. You're not afraid, are you, Java?"

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"Only a fool wouldn't be a little afraid of you," Java answered, in her own unique blend of sincerity and flattery. "I know you'd delete me in a heartbeat if you thought I was dangerous, Mega; that's part of what I like about you."

He wasn't coming to her, and so Java slowly sat up, her back arching prettily as she got back to her feet. "But the difference between me and your goons," she purred, crossing the room with languid steps as her eyes burned into his, "is that I understand that this city needs a man with a spine. You're in charge precisely because you're someone worthy of being feared. You're brilliant, strong, cruel... and the city, in its heart, loves you for it. But let me tell you something, Mega." She came to a stop in front of him, her hands crossing at her hips and catching the hem of her top. "I for one am tired of being afraid of you. I've wasted enough time fighting you, enough time resisting." She slowly pulled the hemline up, showing the smooth curves of her hips, the taut muscles of her stomach. "I want to work -with- you, Mega." The shirt slid up across her chest, across sleek black silk and the smooth expanse of soft curves, then over her head to be tossed into a puddle of cashmere on the floor. "I want to -be- with you." Her fingers began undoing fitted black trousers, her eyes, dark and smokey, never leaving his. "And I want you to trust me."

"Call Line," she requested, her voice accompanied by the soft whisper of a zipper being undone. "Tell him to bring me the antidote... in an hour."

[_mega_]

Mega sat up as Java walked towards him, that swing in her hips, his eyes trained on the sway and movement of them as they came closer, then moving up her slender body to her face, to her eyes. That look, the seduction, the words pouring from her mouth. His left eye twitched only slightly, he could feel the strong sense of being manipulated, he didn't trust her, what did she want? He snorted air through his nose, the city at it's heart loved him? Honestly? He had gone into hiding since the fall of the Technos, no Techno was safe in the city, and the fact that he'd abandoned them in their "hour of need" certainly wasn't going to make him a favorite in the city.

His train of thought was lost as her hands lifted her shirt, her skin exposed until the shirt was off and on the floor. He could feel his breathing begin to increase and he simply forced himself to calm down. None of that, no feelings, she wanted something, that was merely all, and his hard eyes watched her, his face unaffected by it all. She wanted to be with him? Trust her?

And then, there it was, as if he had wished it to be true, her telling him her true desire, her true meaning behind getting topless and playing with her zipper. As if he believed she'd go so far as to be with him, if only he'd give her the antidote. It was an enticing offer, of course, his mind wandered back to times with VJ, with his desire to find out if Java really was ticklish there, but somewhere in the back of it all, he was ticked. She was being manipulative, and though he found this to be a rather sexy trait when coming from Java, he wasn't easily swayed. "Why should I Java? What more do you have to prove you're trustworthy than getting naked for me? Give me a good, solid reason, anything that means something to you, and then we'll talk about the antidote," he didn't move from his seated position, eyes trained on hers, narrowing ever so slightly.

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((OOC: Continued here. WARNING: NC-17.))