Kink and Cliche Challenge
Fandom: Fastlane
Pairing: Deaq/Van
Prompt: Crossdressing
Rating:Soft R?-Hard pg13?
Author's notes: Big, huge thanks to Wesv for the quick beta. And thanks to Felicia for looking it over as well. I added a few things so any mistakes are entirely on my head.
Link to Challenge:Masterlist
Majorly inspired by
and
Some Like It Hot
Seventy-two hours ago:
"You know Billie, if you think this is a quirk, I wonder what you…ah! Fuck!" Van reflexively jerked his leg back from the petite redhead as she reached for another wax strip.
"Don't be such a baby." His petite boss barely flinched as the wax strip was ripped off her leg.
"I still don't see why I had to be the one to go under." If it was possible for a pout to be vocalized there was one in Van's voice. Billie quirked a brow. "Okay, okay, he never would have done the waxing and we'd have to knock him out to get rid of the moustache, but you could have at least suggested him."
She gave him one of those mischievous grins that made you forget just how dangerous she was. "You have better legs."
One Week Ago:
"Jason Yoon-Korean/American arms dealer-a credit to both cultures." A picture of a tall well-dressed Asian appeared on the screen as Billie continued her briefing. "He always sets up his meetings in the same place. A club called Sweet Sue's."
The picture flicked, now showing a man about the size of Aquarius before his diet. He was dressed in the latest sweat suit couture and surrounded by five guys heavily armed and blindingly 'blinged' out. "This is LeShaun Biggers-aka Lil' Big. He's your standard issue bad guy, but he's dreaming large. He picked up a crew, watched Scarface two or a hundred times, and is working on a mini mob. Yoon has a source, but he needs a crew. That's where Biggers comes in. He and Yoon are working a little arms for drugs deal. The feds plan on having the meet wired, but they want someone on the inside as well."
Van turned away from the screen. "So if the feds already have everything set up, what do they need us for?"
Billie's smile caused both men to shudder. When their boss had that look, it only meant trouble for them. "They felt like we were more suited to handle Mr. Yoon's quirks."
"What quirks?" Deaq queried this time, his tone wary.
"Let's just say you'll need these." She picked up a stack of DVDs off her desk and handed them to Van.
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The office was small and neatly decorated in soothing tones of brown and beige. The tall thin man sitting behind the desk looked more like an accountant than a club owner. He sighed as he went over Van's application. "So you've never done this kind of work before?"
"Well, I've waited tables, and I've done drag, but never together." Van turned the charm up a notch, and he could see Tony responding. The other man smiled.
"Aquarius put out the good word on you, and I do need somebody for the next few days. " He stood up and came around the desk. "Stand up."
Van stood, weight resting on one hip in a sexy, yet casual manner he'd practiced repeatedly in front of the mirror, while Tony made a circle around him, eyes roving his body. It would have bothered Van, but the truth was, there was no sleazy or sexual vibe at all in the way the other man was checking him out.
He stopped in front of him and reached up grasping Van's chin. He tilted his head back and forth, then gave a satisfied nod. "You provide your own gear-all black. Go to Lemmon's and tell them it's for Curtis." He sat back down and started filling out paperwork. " The number one rule in my club is no fraternizing with the customers beyond good customer service. I'm not running a whore-house, and you wanna date, you do it on your own time."
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"So everything is set up?" Billie twirled her pen in between her fingers, distractedly as she looked up from the file she was perusing.
Van nodded as he settled down in one of the chairs across from her. "Yeah, I start tonight."
Deaq laughed. "I don't even wanna know what favors you had to call in for this, Billie. No offense, Van, I mean you're a good looking guy, but I'd hate to see you in a dress."
Van rolled his eyes and shot his partner the finger.
"Oh, that's real lady like."
Billie shook her head at the interplay between them. She gave Van a small smile laced with a hint of pride. "Actually, Van got hired all by himself. Though we did make sure there was a vacancy, and Aquarius vouched for him."
It was Van's turn to smirk at the surprised look on Deaq's face.
"Huh, I guess all that 'Wong Foo Queen of Desert' shit Billie got for you to watch paid off then. We'll find out tonight."
"Whoa! What? I thought they only needed someone on the inside to keep an eye on things. The two of you don't need to be there at all."
Deaq shrugged. "That's what I said man, but hey, boss lady says go, I go."
Billie frowned. "You know our cases have tendency to redefine Murphy's law. You go in, we'll be there to cover your back." Crossed arms and a chin pointed upward were a sign she wouldn't be moved.
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The club was already busy by the time they got there. The parking lot was packed, and they had to use the valet parking, which didn’t make Deaq happy since he always liked to know where his ride was in the middle of a case. Not that this one was anything big. The bugs had already been planted; all they were doing was baby-sitting so to speak
They paid their rather steep cover to a tall muscular guy who looked like he doubled as a bouncer, and stepped inside. Deaq blinked and inadvertently took a step back. Hot pink was everywhere from the walls to the chairs. It even covered the bar, so bright it made Deaq wish he could grab his shades.
The accents of black were the only thing that kept it from looking like a pepto vomit party. The waiters-waitresses were wearing black too, and Deaq had to admit it wasn't at all what he was expecting. He'd sneaked a look at some of the movies Billie had given Van, and all the guys were-well trying to be women, or at least look like them. That wasn't what was going on here. They were all dressed in skirts and wore makeup from what he could see, but there was no padding, no wigs.
"Hey, let's grab a table. Van said his station was closest to the stage." Billie started making her way through the crowd and he followed, still swiveling his head around like a kid in Toy's R Us. He knew he was being unprofessional at best, and rude at worst, but he had a feeling he was in big trouble.
That feeling only amplified when he saw his partner. Van's legs were encased in knee length patent leather boots. Black silk stockings rose up his thighs, ending just below the hem of his skirt, which swayed with his motion giving tantalizing glimpses of golden flesh.
Shit! Who knew Van in a skirt was going to hit his buttons. Deaq had learned long ago that being attracted to your partner was a bad idea, and being attracted to your male partner an even worse one. He'd managed to ignore the signals Van sent out so far, sending back 'partner only' vibes. He might be a little thrown off by seeing Van like this, but he'd get it together, and after tonight things could go back to normal.
He would ignore the fact that clean shaven, and with his hair pulled back, Van's face softened into beautiful rather than handsome, and once the blonde highlights were gone, he wouldn’t have to remember how silky the curls looked and how much he wanted his fingers in it. And if he dreamed a couple of nights of untying the string and sliding his hands into the leather corset that hugged his partner's slim torso, then that was between him and his sheets.
"Close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies." Van's teasing remark snapped Deaq back to the scene. His partner was leaning close to him in an attempt to be heard over the music. He took in the hazel eyes that glinted with amusement. They'd been outlined with something dark, and dusted with a deep green. Van's mouth was brushed with a soft pink that matched the trim on his skirt, and emphasized the soft, full bottom lip.
"What? Nah man, it's just you know, you look…"
"Hot?" The sultry whisper made Deaq swallow hard. He'd seen Van in action working a mark before, but he'd never had the Ray magic turned on him. He understood now why Van was so successful at his job. His head bobbed up and down in agreement without his volition, and all his blood took that moment to drain down and settle in his lap. Van leaned in even closer if that was possible, the exotic scent he was wearing-neither masculine nor feminine, but some tangle of both-tickled Deaq's senses.
"I told you-never doubt my skills." Teeth nipped not so gently at his earlobe before Van straightened up with a smile. "Now, what can I get you to drink?"
Billie waited a whole ten seconds after Van left with their order before she started snickering. Deaq scowled at her, which only caused her to laugh harder. "Poor Deaq, looks like you found out that vanilla isn't the only flavor in the freezer."
By the time Van returned with the drinks, Deaq had corralled his libido enough to give his partner his normal slightly mocking smile and eyebrow raise. He couldn't cough up one of his usually sarcastic remarks though, even when he finally noticed the nametag pinned to Van's top. 'Nessa' short for Vanessa no doubt. Van always liked to keep his personalities easy to remember.
"Our marks are over there." Van motioned to the left with his chin. Fortunately, they were in eye line of the table Billie had picked. Surprisingly, they were seated alone. Deaq didn't know how Yoon had talked Biggers into coming to the meet without back up, though admittedly this wasn't exactly the kind of place a gangsta crew would be comfortable.
They kept a casual eye on things as the club darkened and the show started. The MC was a tall thin man in black pants and a jacket that matched the walls. He introduced 'Sugar Kane' with great flourish. The onstage performance was more of what Deaq thought of when he heard drag. Even sitting close, Deaq wouldn't have sworn the singer was a man. Hair, makeup and clothes were all perfect, and the deep husky voice singing Billie Holliday sent a little shiver down his spine, making him question, for the second time in less than an hour, exactly what he knew about his kinks.
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Deaq couldn't figure out what went wrong. One minute Yoon and Biggers seemed to be conversing amicably enough, and the next voices were raised, a knife was drawn and LaShaun's career ended in a pool of blood on the table.
Van had already headed in the direction of Yoon's table as soon as the argument started, but he only got there in time to respond to the aftermath.
"Shit!" Amid the screams of people who'd noticed what was going on, Van reacted the only way he could, taking his drink tray and swinging it a backhanded motion that hit Yoon in the face hard. The unexpected blow caused him to stumble back, dropping the knife in the process. A low roar came from him and he reached for Van, grabbing his arm. Van responded with a quick elbow to the solar plexus.
Deaq was reaching for his gun even as he heard his boss swearing softly in the background. He didn't know what Billie's position was; he was focused on what was going on across the room. They didn't know if Yoon had a gun, but he knew Van wasn't packing since there was no way he could squeeze a stick of gum into that outfit, let alone a gun. Breaking cover be damned, he wasn't about to let his partner deal with this with no backup.
The yells and commotion brought the muscle man from the front door charging through like a bull. He tackled Yoon to the floor. There was a brief struggle with Yoon trying frantically to wiggle away from the larger man. Van backed up a bit, and kicked the knife out of easy reach. He gave a subtle head shake, letting Billie and Deaq know to back off.
After a minute or so of grunts and groans, some of which came from the gathered crowd, the bouncer grabbed Yoon's head and slammed it onto the floor hard enough to make him go limp.
Deaq breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of sirens rapidly getting closer. He wasn't sure if Billie had managed to call for back up or if someone in the club had called 911, he was just glad the blue coats were arriving to take it out of their hands.
The bouncer flipped Yoon over, pinned his arms and literally sat on him until the cops showed up.
Deaq answered a few questions, and noticed Van was doing the same along with the other employees, but the cops didn't linger. They had a dead body, a murder weapon, a perp. and a room full of witnesses.
After the police led Yoon out, Billie came over to them with a frown. "I'm going to have to do a play by play for the Feds."
"It was their game; you'd think they could have told us their boy was a little quick on the draw." Deaq was pissed at the way things had gone done. Pissed at himself too, for not staying sharp. Van, or anybody in the club could have wound up dead along with Biggers.
"Yeah, well, you know the Feds don't play well with others. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Oh, and feel free to sleep in; I will be." She gave them a small smile before heading out.
"You going back to the Candy Store?" Van looked wired, the way he usually did after a job. It had gotten to be their habit to throw on the gloves or grab a ball and work off some of the excess energy.
"Yeah."
"Cool, I'll follow you back. By the way what's 'Nessa' roll?"
Van grinned. "Silver Beemer."
Deaq raised a brow, surprised at the choice of car. Not Van's usual style. "So, the lady is conservative. Interesting."
The Candy Store
"Just let me shove Nessa into the closet, and we can go a couple of rounds."
"I was hoping it'd be the other way around."
Van froze for a moment, and then whipped around to stare at his partner.
Deaq shrugged. "You feel like working off some energy, I can think of better ways than hittin' each other." He stepped closer, causing Van to step back.
"What is going on with you, man? You've been weird all night." He'd been attracted to Deaq from the beginning, but despite Van's overt flirting, his partner had never given the slightest indication that he was interested before tonight. He'd thought Deaq was playing around in the club, but now he wasn't so sure.
The heels on his boots put him closer to Deaq's height, and it only required a slight tilt of his head to meet his partner's mouth as it closed over his. All his questions were shoved to the back of his mind as Deaq's tongue dueled with his then took over, lapping at the roof of his mouth and sliding over his teeth with determination.
Somehow they wound up on the sofa with him straddling Deaq. He elicited a groan from his partner that matched his own, every time he rocked forward, bringing their cocks into alignment. They were both still dressed, though Deaq's shirt and pants were open, and his hands were under Van's skirt, diligently working the fastenings on his lace up thong. Sloppy wet kisses slowed down the process.
"I want to fuck you so bad."
"Me or Nessa?" Long fingers tangled in his hair.
"Both."
"Mmm, sounds like a good idea, " Van almost purred as Deaq's tongue moved into the crevice behind his ear. It sounded like a great idea, except…"Shit! No lube, no condoms…unless you have some stashed around here somewhere?"
Deaq shook his head. "Fuck!"
"Nope." He leaned forward, snickering softly, and after a fierce glare, Deaq joined in. The heated throb between his legs cut his mirth short. "So, when was the last time you had a hand job?"
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Van rolled over, and experienced a sensation of falling that snatched him out of a dreamless sleep. He was trying to find his balance and his bearings when a strong hand pulled him back from the edge.
"Damn Van, be careful."
He opened his eyes to find warm brown ones staring back in amusement. Deaq was curled up next to him, one hand on his arm. He realized they were lying on the sofa in the Candy Store, and suddenly the night came flooding back to him in flashes of skin, and heat, passion and laughter.
He shifted back and sat up, looking around at the mess surrounding them. He still had his skirt on, but his top was hanging on the back of the sofa, and he only saw one boot. Deaq's clothes were in a pile on the floor, something his normally fastidious partner would no doubt cringe at when he realized it. There were half empty water bottles on the table along with the bottle of Billie's hand lotion they'd liberated from her desk. There was a note lying on the table next to it.
Next time, get a room. I'll be back at three. I expect to see no sign of anything but business as usual.
(PS) You owe me fifty dollars.
"Damn! That's some expensive lotion. I swear Billie must have a sugar daddy somewhere." Deaq laughed and Van gave shrugged in half-hearted agreement.
"Hey, Van, you okay, man?"
"Um, yeah, yeah…this is just a little weird." He stood up, running a hand through his hair, and trying to avoid eye contact with his partner. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened with Deaq last night, and he knew he shouldn't have taken advantage of it, but he really wasn't in the mood for the 'thanks, it's been fun, but no thanks speech.' It was coming though, and he decided to head it off. "So, what's going on with you, Deaq?"
Deaq sighed and sat up. Van let his eyes linger briefly on the smooth brown skin and firm muscles before he turned away and began picking up their clothes.
"I don't suppose you can just let this be what it is, huh?"
"I'm serious man. I know you don’t like to talk about your feelings, and normally I respect that." His partner snorted. "Okay, mostly I respect that, but I just need to know where I stand here. I mean if last night was a one time thing-hitting a kink, that's cool." He kept his face expressionless. "But you know, if it was more than that then I kinda need to know what's going on."
Deaq shook his head and looked up, meeting Van's eyes. "I slipped up, okay, Van. You know I go into our deals serious as a heart attack, but I wasn't taking this shit seriously cause of the set up, and Billie was right. If it had been left up to me, we wouldn't have even been there last night."
Fuck! Guilt sex. He felt his heart sink a little. "Everything turned out okay; it always does."
"Yeah, but maybe one time it won't. We know that first hand. I looked at 'Big bleeding out on that table, and I just wondered what the fuck I was doing, passing up something as real as we get in this business."
It was Van's turn to shake his head. He wasn't sure he was ready to admit to that, even to himself. "Deaq…"
Brown eyes challenged him. "What, you gonna tell me it's not? Cause I know how you roll, Van."
"Nah, I'm gonna tell you that this could be a really fucking bad idea."
"Yeah, or it could be the best idea we ever had. We gonna find out?"
He took a deep breath. "I'm gonna take a shower before Billie gets here." A look of disappointment crossed Deaq's face before Van held out a hand. "You coming?"
A mischievous grin flashed. "Not yet. You're good, Van, but you're not that good." Deaq stood up, taking his hand and pulling him into an embrace.
He smiled, deciding to just enjoy the moment and worry about tomorrow tomorrow. "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet." lj-cut
Pairing: Deaq/Van
Prompt: Crossdressing
Rating:Soft R?-Hard pg13?
Author's notes: Big, huge thanks to Wesv for the quick beta. And thanks to Felicia for looking it over as well. I added a few things so any mistakes are entirely on my head.
Link to Challenge:Masterlist
Majorly inspired by
and
Some Like It Hot
Seventy-two hours ago:
"You know Billie, if you think this is a quirk, I wonder what you…ah! Fuck!" Van reflexively jerked his leg back from the petite redhead as she reached for another wax strip.
"Don't be such a baby." His petite boss barely flinched as the wax strip was ripped off her leg.
"I still don't see why I had to be the one to go under." If it was possible for a pout to be vocalized there was one in Van's voice. Billie quirked a brow. "Okay, okay, he never would have done the waxing and we'd have to knock him out to get rid of the moustache, but you could have at least suggested him."
She gave him one of those mischievous grins that made you forget just how dangerous she was. "You have better legs."
One Week Ago:
"Jason Yoon-Korean/American arms dealer-a credit to both cultures." A picture of a tall well-dressed Asian appeared on the screen as Billie continued her briefing. "He always sets up his meetings in the same place. A club called Sweet Sue's."
The picture flicked, now showing a man about the size of Aquarius before his diet. He was dressed in the latest sweat suit couture and surrounded by five guys heavily armed and blindingly 'blinged' out. "This is LeShaun Biggers-aka Lil' Big. He's your standard issue bad guy, but he's dreaming large. He picked up a crew, watched Scarface two or a hundred times, and is working on a mini mob. Yoon has a source, but he needs a crew. That's where Biggers comes in. He and Yoon are working a little arms for drugs deal. The feds plan on having the meet wired, but they want someone on the inside as well."
Van turned away from the screen. "So if the feds already have everything set up, what do they need us for?"
Billie's smile caused both men to shudder. When their boss had that look, it only meant trouble for them. "They felt like we were more suited to handle Mr. Yoon's quirks."
"What quirks?" Deaq queried this time, his tone wary.
"Let's just say you'll need these." She picked up a stack of DVDs off her desk and handed them to Van.
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The office was small and neatly decorated in soothing tones of brown and beige. The tall thin man sitting behind the desk looked more like an accountant than a club owner. He sighed as he went over Van's application. "So you've never done this kind of work before?"
"Well, I've waited tables, and I've done drag, but never together." Van turned the charm up a notch, and he could see Tony responding. The other man smiled.
"Aquarius put out the good word on you, and I do need somebody for the next few days. " He stood up and came around the desk. "Stand up."
Van stood, weight resting on one hip in a sexy, yet casual manner he'd practiced repeatedly in front of the mirror, while Tony made a circle around him, eyes roving his body. It would have bothered Van, but the truth was, there was no sleazy or sexual vibe at all in the way the other man was checking him out.
He stopped in front of him and reached up grasping Van's chin. He tilted his head back and forth, then gave a satisfied nod. "You provide your own gear-all black. Go to Lemmon's and tell them it's for Curtis." He sat back down and started filling out paperwork. " The number one rule in my club is no fraternizing with the customers beyond good customer service. I'm not running a whore-house, and you wanna date, you do it on your own time."
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"So everything is set up?" Billie twirled her pen in between her fingers, distractedly as she looked up from the file she was perusing.
Van nodded as he settled down in one of the chairs across from her. "Yeah, I start tonight."
Deaq laughed. "I don't even wanna know what favors you had to call in for this, Billie. No offense, Van, I mean you're a good looking guy, but I'd hate to see you in a dress."
Van rolled his eyes and shot his partner the finger.
"Oh, that's real lady like."
Billie shook her head at the interplay between them. She gave Van a small smile laced with a hint of pride. "Actually, Van got hired all by himself. Though we did make sure there was a vacancy, and Aquarius vouched for him."
It was Van's turn to smirk at the surprised look on Deaq's face.
"Huh, I guess all that 'Wong Foo Queen of Desert' shit Billie got for you to watch paid off then. We'll find out tonight."
"Whoa! What? I thought they only needed someone on the inside to keep an eye on things. The two of you don't need to be there at all."
Deaq shrugged. "That's what I said man, but hey, boss lady says go, I go."
Billie frowned. "You know our cases have tendency to redefine Murphy's law. You go in, we'll be there to cover your back." Crossed arms and a chin pointed upward were a sign she wouldn't be moved.
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The club was already busy by the time they got there. The parking lot was packed, and they had to use the valet parking, which didn’t make Deaq happy since he always liked to know where his ride was in the middle of a case. Not that this one was anything big. The bugs had already been planted; all they were doing was baby-sitting so to speak
They paid their rather steep cover to a tall muscular guy who looked like he doubled as a bouncer, and stepped inside. Deaq blinked and inadvertently took a step back. Hot pink was everywhere from the walls to the chairs. It even covered the bar, so bright it made Deaq wish he could grab his shades.
The accents of black were the only thing that kept it from looking like a pepto vomit party. The waiters-waitresses were wearing black too, and Deaq had to admit it wasn't at all what he was expecting. He'd sneaked a look at some of the movies Billie had given Van, and all the guys were-well trying to be women, or at least look like them. That wasn't what was going on here. They were all dressed in skirts and wore makeup from what he could see, but there was no padding, no wigs.
"Hey, let's grab a table. Van said his station was closest to the stage." Billie started making her way through the crowd and he followed, still swiveling his head around like a kid in Toy's R Us. He knew he was being unprofessional at best, and rude at worst, but he had a feeling he was in big trouble.
That feeling only amplified when he saw his partner. Van's legs were encased in knee length patent leather boots. Black silk stockings rose up his thighs, ending just below the hem of his skirt, which swayed with his motion giving tantalizing glimpses of golden flesh.
Shit! Who knew Van in a skirt was going to hit his buttons. Deaq had learned long ago that being attracted to your partner was a bad idea, and being attracted to your male partner an even worse one. He'd managed to ignore the signals Van sent out so far, sending back 'partner only' vibes. He might be a little thrown off by seeing Van like this, but he'd get it together, and after tonight things could go back to normal.
He would ignore the fact that clean shaven, and with his hair pulled back, Van's face softened into beautiful rather than handsome, and once the blonde highlights were gone, he wouldn’t have to remember how silky the curls looked and how much he wanted his fingers in it. And if he dreamed a couple of nights of untying the string and sliding his hands into the leather corset that hugged his partner's slim torso, then that was between him and his sheets.
"Close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies." Van's teasing remark snapped Deaq back to the scene. His partner was leaning close to him in an attempt to be heard over the music. He took in the hazel eyes that glinted with amusement. They'd been outlined with something dark, and dusted with a deep green. Van's mouth was brushed with a soft pink that matched the trim on his skirt, and emphasized the soft, full bottom lip.
"What? Nah man, it's just you know, you look…"
"Hot?" The sultry whisper made Deaq swallow hard. He'd seen Van in action working a mark before, but he'd never had the Ray magic turned on him. He understood now why Van was so successful at his job. His head bobbed up and down in agreement without his volition, and all his blood took that moment to drain down and settle in his lap. Van leaned in even closer if that was possible, the exotic scent he was wearing-neither masculine nor feminine, but some tangle of both-tickled Deaq's senses.
"I told you-never doubt my skills." Teeth nipped not so gently at his earlobe before Van straightened up with a smile. "Now, what can I get you to drink?"
Billie waited a whole ten seconds after Van left with their order before she started snickering. Deaq scowled at her, which only caused her to laugh harder. "Poor Deaq, looks like you found out that vanilla isn't the only flavor in the freezer."
By the time Van returned with the drinks, Deaq had corralled his libido enough to give his partner his normal slightly mocking smile and eyebrow raise. He couldn't cough up one of his usually sarcastic remarks though, even when he finally noticed the nametag pinned to Van's top. 'Nessa' short for Vanessa no doubt. Van always liked to keep his personalities easy to remember.
"Our marks are over there." Van motioned to the left with his chin. Fortunately, they were in eye line of the table Billie had picked. Surprisingly, they were seated alone. Deaq didn't know how Yoon had talked Biggers into coming to the meet without back up, though admittedly this wasn't exactly the kind of place a gangsta crew would be comfortable.
They kept a casual eye on things as the club darkened and the show started. The MC was a tall thin man in black pants and a jacket that matched the walls. He introduced 'Sugar Kane' with great flourish. The onstage performance was more of what Deaq thought of when he heard drag. Even sitting close, Deaq wouldn't have sworn the singer was a man. Hair, makeup and clothes were all perfect, and the deep husky voice singing Billie Holliday sent a little shiver down his spine, making him question, for the second time in less than an hour, exactly what he knew about his kinks.
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Deaq couldn't figure out what went wrong. One minute Yoon and Biggers seemed to be conversing amicably enough, and the next voices were raised, a knife was drawn and LaShaun's career ended in a pool of blood on the table.
Van had already headed in the direction of Yoon's table as soon as the argument started, but he only got there in time to respond to the aftermath.
"Shit!" Amid the screams of people who'd noticed what was going on, Van reacted the only way he could, taking his drink tray and swinging it a backhanded motion that hit Yoon in the face hard. The unexpected blow caused him to stumble back, dropping the knife in the process. A low roar came from him and he reached for Van, grabbing his arm. Van responded with a quick elbow to the solar plexus.
Deaq was reaching for his gun even as he heard his boss swearing softly in the background. He didn't know what Billie's position was; he was focused on what was going on across the room. They didn't know if Yoon had a gun, but he knew Van wasn't packing since there was no way he could squeeze a stick of gum into that outfit, let alone a gun. Breaking cover be damned, he wasn't about to let his partner deal with this with no backup.
The yells and commotion brought the muscle man from the front door charging through like a bull. He tackled Yoon to the floor. There was a brief struggle with Yoon trying frantically to wiggle away from the larger man. Van backed up a bit, and kicked the knife out of easy reach. He gave a subtle head shake, letting Billie and Deaq know to back off.
After a minute or so of grunts and groans, some of which came from the gathered crowd, the bouncer grabbed Yoon's head and slammed it onto the floor hard enough to make him go limp.
Deaq breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of sirens rapidly getting closer. He wasn't sure if Billie had managed to call for back up or if someone in the club had called 911, he was just glad the blue coats were arriving to take it out of their hands.
The bouncer flipped Yoon over, pinned his arms and literally sat on him until the cops showed up.
Deaq answered a few questions, and noticed Van was doing the same along with the other employees, but the cops didn't linger. They had a dead body, a murder weapon, a perp. and a room full of witnesses.
After the police led Yoon out, Billie came over to them with a frown. "I'm going to have to do a play by play for the Feds."
"It was their game; you'd think they could have told us their boy was a little quick on the draw." Deaq was pissed at the way things had gone done. Pissed at himself too, for not staying sharp. Van, or anybody in the club could have wound up dead along with Biggers.
"Yeah, well, you know the Feds don't play well with others. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Oh, and feel free to sleep in; I will be." She gave them a small smile before heading out.
"You going back to the Candy Store?" Van looked wired, the way he usually did after a job. It had gotten to be their habit to throw on the gloves or grab a ball and work off some of the excess energy.
"Yeah."
"Cool, I'll follow you back. By the way what's 'Nessa' roll?"
Van grinned. "Silver Beemer."
Deaq raised a brow, surprised at the choice of car. Not Van's usual style. "So, the lady is conservative. Interesting."
The Candy Store
"Just let me shove Nessa into the closet, and we can go a couple of rounds."
"I was hoping it'd be the other way around."
Van froze for a moment, and then whipped around to stare at his partner.
Deaq shrugged. "You feel like working off some energy, I can think of better ways than hittin' each other." He stepped closer, causing Van to step back.
"What is going on with you, man? You've been weird all night." He'd been attracted to Deaq from the beginning, but despite Van's overt flirting, his partner had never given the slightest indication that he was interested before tonight. He'd thought Deaq was playing around in the club, but now he wasn't so sure.
The heels on his boots put him closer to Deaq's height, and it only required a slight tilt of his head to meet his partner's mouth as it closed over his. All his questions were shoved to the back of his mind as Deaq's tongue dueled with his then took over, lapping at the roof of his mouth and sliding over his teeth with determination.
Somehow they wound up on the sofa with him straddling Deaq. He elicited a groan from his partner that matched his own, every time he rocked forward, bringing their cocks into alignment. They were both still dressed, though Deaq's shirt and pants were open, and his hands were under Van's skirt, diligently working the fastenings on his lace up thong. Sloppy wet kisses slowed down the process.
"I want to fuck you so bad."
"Me or Nessa?" Long fingers tangled in his hair.
"Both."
"Mmm, sounds like a good idea, " Van almost purred as Deaq's tongue moved into the crevice behind his ear. It sounded like a great idea, except…"Shit! No lube, no condoms…unless you have some stashed around here somewhere?"
Deaq shook his head. "Fuck!"
"Nope." He leaned forward, snickering softly, and after a fierce glare, Deaq joined in. The heated throb between his legs cut his mirth short. "So, when was the last time you had a hand job?"
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Van rolled over, and experienced a sensation of falling that snatched him out of a dreamless sleep. He was trying to find his balance and his bearings when a strong hand pulled him back from the edge.
"Damn Van, be careful."
He opened his eyes to find warm brown ones staring back in amusement. Deaq was curled up next to him, one hand on his arm. He realized they were lying on the sofa in the Candy Store, and suddenly the night came flooding back to him in flashes of skin, and heat, passion and laughter.
He shifted back and sat up, looking around at the mess surrounding them. He still had his skirt on, but his top was hanging on the back of the sofa, and he only saw one boot. Deaq's clothes were in a pile on the floor, something his normally fastidious partner would no doubt cringe at when he realized it. There were half empty water bottles on the table along with the bottle of Billie's hand lotion they'd liberated from her desk. There was a note lying on the table next to it.
Next time, get a room. I'll be back at three. I expect to see no sign of anything but business as usual.
(PS) You owe me fifty dollars.
"Damn! That's some expensive lotion. I swear Billie must have a sugar daddy somewhere." Deaq laughed and Van gave shrugged in half-hearted agreement.
"Hey, Van, you okay, man?"
"Um, yeah, yeah…this is just a little weird." He stood up, running a hand through his hair, and trying to avoid eye contact with his partner. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened with Deaq last night, and he knew he shouldn't have taken advantage of it, but he really wasn't in the mood for the 'thanks, it's been fun, but no thanks speech.' It was coming though, and he decided to head it off. "So, what's going on with you, Deaq?"
Deaq sighed and sat up. Van let his eyes linger briefly on the smooth brown skin and firm muscles before he turned away and began picking up their clothes.
"I don't suppose you can just let this be what it is, huh?"
"I'm serious man. I know you don’t like to talk about your feelings, and normally I respect that." His partner snorted. "Okay, mostly I respect that, but I just need to know where I stand here. I mean if last night was a one time thing-hitting a kink, that's cool." He kept his face expressionless. "But you know, if it was more than that then I kinda need to know what's going on."
Deaq shook his head and looked up, meeting Van's eyes. "I slipped up, okay, Van. You know I go into our deals serious as a heart attack, but I wasn't taking this shit seriously cause of the set up, and Billie was right. If it had been left up to me, we wouldn't have even been there last night."
Fuck! Guilt sex. He felt his heart sink a little. "Everything turned out okay; it always does."
"Yeah, but maybe one time it won't. We know that first hand. I looked at 'Big bleeding out on that table, and I just wondered what the fuck I was doing, passing up something as real as we get in this business."
It was Van's turn to shake his head. He wasn't sure he was ready to admit to that, even to himself. "Deaq…"
Brown eyes challenged him. "What, you gonna tell me it's not? Cause I know how you roll, Van."
"Nah, I'm gonna tell you that this could be a really fucking bad idea."
"Yeah, or it could be the best idea we ever had. We gonna find out?"
He took a deep breath. "I'm gonna take a shower before Billie gets here." A look of disappointment crossed Deaq's face before Van held out a hand. "You coming?"
A mischievous grin flashed. "Not yet. You're good, Van, but you're not that good." Deaq stood up, taking his hand and pulling him into an embrace.
He smiled, deciding to just enjoy the moment and worry about tomorrow tomorrow. "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet." lj-cut