Suite 7 - The Morning
I did warn you all that I was going to start posting Suite 7 stuff. ^_^ It's a joint project that I'm entertaining myself on with entropyrose . I write, she draws, though occasionally, we intersect. It started out as a joke--"3-somes are old news. I've moved onto 5-somes"--as has actually evolved into a legitimate storyline (I'd like to think).
Summary is basically 5 guys, ranging from a 46 year old business man to a snotty, teenage, would-be lollita, living in a high rise penthouse together, part of a not-quite legitimate company called Suite 7. While it DOES have main arc, we're trying to work it so we can have fics acting like "episodes." The fic that's complete is the first (I guess you could call it a "pilot") episode.
Anyway. Warnings for this one: PG-13 because Eli's a slut even when he's NOT having sex.
Suite 7 - The Morning
Dragonspell
Dawn was limping in, barely visible above the city’s street lights. After the job last night-impersonating a dirty cop’s informant was harder than it sounded-Eli had found himself at the bar, sitting between two busty blondes and one drink had lead to another and now it was-Eli checked his watch-5:49 in the morning. But he knew London and Jin wouldn’t mind. For all his earlier chiding, London’d actually grown quite used to Eli slinking in and out of the apartment at all hours. And it was better that way. Eli couldn’t be tied down.
But he still made sure to knock the dirt off his boots before stepping into the high-rise’s lobby. Just because he wasn’t a kept-man didn’t mean he wasn’t civilized. He headed straight for the elevator on the right. Removing his sunglasses and putting them in his leather jacket’s top pocket, he stepped inside.
He leaned against the wall of the elevator, tapping his boots against the floor again. The cleaner they were, the happier London would be. Eli retied his pre-maturely silvered hair, pulling the loose strands away from his face and back into a ponytail as he watched the numbers flash by. The glint of light off his watchband caught his eye.
He brought his wrist down to look at the face. It really was a nice watch. Jin might be a stingy old man, but at least he had taste. Eli smirked as he wondered if it wasn’t London who’d picked out the watch, no matter what Jin claimed. But, in the end, it had been Jin’s money that bought it and Jin that had given it to him. He closed his eyes as the memory replayed itself-being forced against the wall by Jin’s straining muscles, his own legs wrapped around Jin’s thick waist.
Old or not, Jin was still very…hmm, virile. Had the energy of a man half his age. Hell, Eli WAS half Jin’s age, and yet he couldn’t be bothered to do many of the things Jin did. Eli licked his lips. Maybe he’d be able to get a replay of that day soon. The thought of being held by Jin’s forceful hands-biceps twice the size of Eli’s-sent shivers down his spine.
Eli stroked his flat chest. He liked his body. Fucking loved it, actually. Tall and slender, he didn’t have much muscle but he was, ha, “large” where it counted. But that didn’t stop him from appreciating a work of art like his new boss. Eli wondered how long Jin spent in the gym to maintain it. Not that he’d ever follow suit. Too much work.
Now that he thought about it…London, the boss’s partner, was quite the same way, wasn’t he? Not quite as big as Jin, nor as tough-London’d always have a softness about him, no matter what, Eli was convinced-but he was definitely more on the “solid” side of things. Though, London, Eli thought and started laughing, probably got his workout from his nightly “sessions” than any time spent in a gym.
London was gentle to match Jin roughness, seemingly as different as night and day. The elevator dinged open on the second to last floor and Eli pushed away from the wall. Hell, maybe today, London would treat him to one of his tantric sessions.
Eli snorted. If he managed to pry London away from Jordan first. Jordan, little redhead emo bitch he was, screamed “no” an awful lot to anyone that tried to show him a little love, but all London had to do was smile at the kid and he melted like a popsicle. Oh, and try to call him on it, and you’d end up slugged in the mouth. And for a 19-year-old hacker/computer nerd with skinnier arms than Eli, Jordan had a wicked right hook.
That’s why you snuck up on him.
Or got Shay to distract him first. Whether he’d admit it or not, Jordan definitely had a soft spot for the 15 year old. As soft as grouchy Jordan got at any rate. Eli smiled. And Shay definitely knew how to work a person, when he tried. Eli’d taught his little brother well.
Eli quietly pushed open the front door, entering the main room of the apartment. He walked carefully, trying his best to make the cowboy boots as soundless as possible on the golden hardwood floor. The room stretched to the far end of the building before it was cut off by the stairs leading to Jin’s “domain.” Eli spared a glance at the white-carpeted living room on his right as he walked by-sometimes London would be sitting by the fireplace, waiting for his “alley cat” to come home. But the lamps were all switched off, so Eli turned to his left to look through the kitchen. Empty as well, the copper pots gleamed in the faint light of the foyer. Over the countertops, he could see the back hallway, and London’s open bedroom door.
Eli nodded. He knew where London was now. He walked past the kitchen, past the spare room and headed to the open balcony doors, just after his own bedroom.
London turned to him with a smile, his light brown hair ruffled by the faint breeze, and his large hands wrapped around a coffee mug. “Back home again, Alley cat?” he asked.
Eli breathed deep, loving that they were so high above the city below, and gave an easy smile back. He nodded and leaned against the side railing of the balcony. “Yeah,” he said, wrapping his jacket more firmly around himself.
London nodded too and turned back to the slowly encroaching sunrise. Dawn had to be London’s favorite time of day. Almost sickeningly cheerful in the mornings, he never missed a one.
Eli didn’t bother with the sunrise. He stared at London instead. London was one of those men that you fully expected to have an orchestra following him around. The kind of leading man you only saw in the movies. Like Clark Gable or Allan Jones, filtered through only the best of lights. But unlike in those movies, London with his vivid blue eyes, was in full Technicolor.
“Shay helped with dinner last night.” Eli frowned. He couldn’t imagine his loud, clumsy, kleptomaniac of a little brother “helping” with anything. “It was quite good.”
“Really.” The kid must have been stirring hot water, then.
London nodded. “There are leftovers if you care for any later.”
“Thanks,” Eli replied.
London fell silent as the first streams of light broke over the buildings on the horizon and Eli obliged the older man his obsession, watching too. As the halos dissipated into the full light of daybreak, London turned back to Eli. “Will you be coming down for breakfast?”
Eli reached out, running his fingertips over the sleeve of London’s beige cashmere sweater and tugged gently. Soft, like London. “Probably.” All depended on Jin, didn’t it?
London smiled and Eli felt his heart flutter despite himself-he was supposed to be the one who gave those devastating looks, damn it. Then London was gone, gliding his way into the kitchen.
Eli peeked around the corner, at London puttering around with his pans. He took off his jacket, throwing it into his rarely used bedroom, before heading for the stairs against the back wall.
Jin’s penthouse was part living quarters, part office, and part maze. Eli sighed as he left the steps and walked back the entire length of the downstairs apartment with only a blank hallway to look at. What he wouldn’t give to have a door punched right through, instead of the long, roundabout path Jin had designed. A hidden door, maybe. That wasn’t asking too much, was it?
The red painted walls stretched out in front of him, leading him around yet another corner. He sighed and walked the last 15 feet to the lone door. Finally. The door snicked open and he stepped into Jin’s home office. Books rode the walls all the way around and large desk squatted on the oak floor. Eli walked right through, heading for the open door on his right. Jin’d been expecting him, then.
Moving from Jin’s office, to Jin’s suite was quite like stepping into a different world. Where the office was precise in its placement, blocked in by books in an attempt to intimidate, the apartment was open. Blank space swooping out uselessly into more blank space. Eli removed his boots-an unfortunate hold-over from Jin’s time in Japan-and padded through the unfilled space, skirting past the small kitchen as he headed for Jin’s bedroom.
Another normally shut door left open just for him. He smirked and stepped inside. In the darkness, he could just make out Jin’s large form sitting on the bed, given away by his blond hair. But then again, Jin hadn’t been hiding, had he?
Jin grunted and stood. Eli let his eyes trail down Jin’s bare chest to the loose black sleep pants riding low on his hips and smirked. Nice sight to come home to…
Mouthing a cigarette, Jin headed for the double doors with the gray blinds and, opening one, stepped out on to the balcony.
Eli followed into the now gray morning. Jin’s balcony faced the opposite direction than the one he’d found London on and without the sunlight, it was even colder. Eli briefly regretted taking off his jacket but with Jin refusing to let the cold affect him, half-dressed as he was, he decided not to show it.
Jin lit his cigarette and handed the pack and lighter to Eli. Eli nodded, sliding down against the outside of the closed second door to sit on the wooden deck. After lighting his own cigarette, he gave the pack back to Jin. Taking a drag, he stared through the railing spokes and leaned his head back against the window of the door. The cloudy sky was the exact color of Jin’s eyes, he thought-a murky gray.
Jin himself was gray. Gray and black. Not that Eli had room to talk--a 6th grade dropout of a conman wasn't exactly the purest person in the world. But all the jobs Eli did weren't because he particularly wanted to--the thrill was nice, yeah, but he didn't steal all of someone's money or lead them to their death because of his own whims. It was because someone like Jin paid him to. Rich bastard CEOs so mired in political intrigue, they couldn't even see the sun anymore.
And Eli wouldn't want Jin's job for the world. So much easier to sit back and let someone else do the hard work. All he had to do was pretend he was some drug dealer or rich playboy or whatever scam Jin wanted him to run that day.
But at least you expected a hard life from Jin. One look at his towering body and his hard face, mouth always frowning, and you knew he wasn't a man to be messed with. The dark suits he always wore just gave him another level of dangerous. Jin only smiled at London.
Soft, beautiful London. So content to run Jin's household, below, to decorate the apartment and cook European food Eli couldn't even pronounce. London, who collected people to him faster than Jin could scare them off. And he'd even formed a family of sorts despite Jin's standoffishness. Collecting Jordan and Shay and Eli himself--outcasts--and convincing them to stay if only for a little while. A little while was all London needed, wasn't it?
Eli held his breath for a moment, letting the smoke play in his mouth and his lungs a bit longer than usual. It had to be an interesting story as to how those two met. Hell, how they'd managed to stand each other for the decades they'd been together. Jin was quick and decisive. London was a hopeless romantic that took hours to satisfy. But yet they hadn't seemed to tire of each other yet.
Eli was certain that even in the beginning, it had always been much more than just a simple business arrangement--Jin, a shady business man with certain needs, and London, a cultured socialite you'd least expect to be a renowned hitman.
That was another thing Eli would like to see. By the time he'd wandered into Suite 7, Jin's business, London had already "retired" from the field. Eli bet London was as elegant in his work as he was in anything else. Maybe he'd still have a chance to see that.
In the meantime, he certainly wasn't going to complain about London's brand of mothering or his cooking. Even if most the time, Eli had no idea what he was eating. And probably didn't want to know.
Jin took one last deep drag on his cigarette and ground it into the outdoor ashtray. He glanced at Eli who nodded. Yeah, it was about that time. He stood up, his gangly arms and long legs unfolding, and doused his own cigarette.
He smirked at Jin, his hands on his hips as he rolled back on his heels. "You ready?"
Jin snorted and headed back inside. Eli watched him go, taking one last minute to appreciate the stillness. It would all be shattered once he went back downstairs and the brats woke up. Shay would be as demanding as always, in his screeching, squawky voice and Jordan would be as quick as always with the biting sarcasm. And Eli... Well, Eli would have to shift his gears from "existing" to "annoying as shit." 'Cause it was just too funny.
He grinned and slinked back into the bedroom after Jin. Good morning.
-end-
Summary is basically 5 guys, ranging from a 46 year old business man to a snotty, teenage, would-be lollita, living in a high rise penthouse together, part of a not-quite legitimate company called Suite 7. While it DOES have main arc, we're trying to work it so we can have fics acting like "episodes." The fic that's complete is the first (I guess you could call it a "pilot") episode.
Anyway. Warnings for this one: PG-13 because Eli's a slut even when he's NOT having sex.
Suite 7 - The Morning
Dragonspell
Dawn was limping in, barely visible above the city’s street lights. After the job last night-impersonating a dirty cop’s informant was harder than it sounded-Eli had found himself at the bar, sitting between two busty blondes and one drink had lead to another and now it was-Eli checked his watch-5:49 in the morning. But he knew London and Jin wouldn’t mind. For all his earlier chiding, London’d actually grown quite used to Eli slinking in and out of the apartment at all hours. And it was better that way. Eli couldn’t be tied down.
But he still made sure to knock the dirt off his boots before stepping into the high-rise’s lobby. Just because he wasn’t a kept-man didn’t mean he wasn’t civilized. He headed straight for the elevator on the right. Removing his sunglasses and putting them in his leather jacket’s top pocket, he stepped inside.
He leaned against the wall of the elevator, tapping his boots against the floor again. The cleaner they were, the happier London would be. Eli retied his pre-maturely silvered hair, pulling the loose strands away from his face and back into a ponytail as he watched the numbers flash by. The glint of light off his watchband caught his eye.
He brought his wrist down to look at the face. It really was a nice watch. Jin might be a stingy old man, but at least he had taste. Eli smirked as he wondered if it wasn’t London who’d picked out the watch, no matter what Jin claimed. But, in the end, it had been Jin’s money that bought it and Jin that had given it to him. He closed his eyes as the memory replayed itself-being forced against the wall by Jin’s straining muscles, his own legs wrapped around Jin’s thick waist.
Old or not, Jin was still very…hmm, virile. Had the energy of a man half his age. Hell, Eli WAS half Jin’s age, and yet he couldn’t be bothered to do many of the things Jin did. Eli licked his lips. Maybe he’d be able to get a replay of that day soon. The thought of being held by Jin’s forceful hands-biceps twice the size of Eli’s-sent shivers down his spine.
Eli stroked his flat chest. He liked his body. Fucking loved it, actually. Tall and slender, he didn’t have much muscle but he was, ha, “large” where it counted. But that didn’t stop him from appreciating a work of art like his new boss. Eli wondered how long Jin spent in the gym to maintain it. Not that he’d ever follow suit. Too much work.
Now that he thought about it…London, the boss’s partner, was quite the same way, wasn’t he? Not quite as big as Jin, nor as tough-London’d always have a softness about him, no matter what, Eli was convinced-but he was definitely more on the “solid” side of things. Though, London, Eli thought and started laughing, probably got his workout from his nightly “sessions” than any time spent in a gym.
London was gentle to match Jin roughness, seemingly as different as night and day. The elevator dinged open on the second to last floor and Eli pushed away from the wall. Hell, maybe today, London would treat him to one of his tantric sessions.
Eli snorted. If he managed to pry London away from Jordan first. Jordan, little redhead emo bitch he was, screamed “no” an awful lot to anyone that tried to show him a little love, but all London had to do was smile at the kid and he melted like a popsicle. Oh, and try to call him on it, and you’d end up slugged in the mouth. And for a 19-year-old hacker/computer nerd with skinnier arms than Eli, Jordan had a wicked right hook.
That’s why you snuck up on him.
Or got Shay to distract him first. Whether he’d admit it or not, Jordan definitely had a soft spot for the 15 year old. As soft as grouchy Jordan got at any rate. Eli smiled. And Shay definitely knew how to work a person, when he tried. Eli’d taught his little brother well.
Eli quietly pushed open the front door, entering the main room of the apartment. He walked carefully, trying his best to make the cowboy boots as soundless as possible on the golden hardwood floor. The room stretched to the far end of the building before it was cut off by the stairs leading to Jin’s “domain.” Eli spared a glance at the white-carpeted living room on his right as he walked by-sometimes London would be sitting by the fireplace, waiting for his “alley cat” to come home. But the lamps were all switched off, so Eli turned to his left to look through the kitchen. Empty as well, the copper pots gleamed in the faint light of the foyer. Over the countertops, he could see the back hallway, and London’s open bedroom door.
Eli nodded. He knew where London was now. He walked past the kitchen, past the spare room and headed to the open balcony doors, just after his own bedroom.
London turned to him with a smile, his light brown hair ruffled by the faint breeze, and his large hands wrapped around a coffee mug. “Back home again, Alley cat?” he asked.
Eli breathed deep, loving that they were so high above the city below, and gave an easy smile back. He nodded and leaned against the side railing of the balcony. “Yeah,” he said, wrapping his jacket more firmly around himself.
London nodded too and turned back to the slowly encroaching sunrise. Dawn had to be London’s favorite time of day. Almost sickeningly cheerful in the mornings, he never missed a one.
Eli didn’t bother with the sunrise. He stared at London instead. London was one of those men that you fully expected to have an orchestra following him around. The kind of leading man you only saw in the movies. Like Clark Gable or Allan Jones, filtered through only the best of lights. But unlike in those movies, London with his vivid blue eyes, was in full Technicolor.
“Shay helped with dinner last night.” Eli frowned. He couldn’t imagine his loud, clumsy, kleptomaniac of a little brother “helping” with anything. “It was quite good.”
“Really.” The kid must have been stirring hot water, then.
London nodded. “There are leftovers if you care for any later.”
“Thanks,” Eli replied.
London fell silent as the first streams of light broke over the buildings on the horizon and Eli obliged the older man his obsession, watching too. As the halos dissipated into the full light of daybreak, London turned back to Eli. “Will you be coming down for breakfast?”
Eli reached out, running his fingertips over the sleeve of London’s beige cashmere sweater and tugged gently. Soft, like London. “Probably.” All depended on Jin, didn’t it?
London smiled and Eli felt his heart flutter despite himself-he was supposed to be the one who gave those devastating looks, damn it. Then London was gone, gliding his way into the kitchen.
Eli peeked around the corner, at London puttering around with his pans. He took off his jacket, throwing it into his rarely used bedroom, before heading for the stairs against the back wall.
Jin’s penthouse was part living quarters, part office, and part maze. Eli sighed as he left the steps and walked back the entire length of the downstairs apartment with only a blank hallway to look at. What he wouldn’t give to have a door punched right through, instead of the long, roundabout path Jin had designed. A hidden door, maybe. That wasn’t asking too much, was it?
The red painted walls stretched out in front of him, leading him around yet another corner. He sighed and walked the last 15 feet to the lone door. Finally. The door snicked open and he stepped into Jin’s home office. Books rode the walls all the way around and large desk squatted on the oak floor. Eli walked right through, heading for the open door on his right. Jin’d been expecting him, then.
Moving from Jin’s office, to Jin’s suite was quite like stepping into a different world. Where the office was precise in its placement, blocked in by books in an attempt to intimidate, the apartment was open. Blank space swooping out uselessly into more blank space. Eli removed his boots-an unfortunate hold-over from Jin’s time in Japan-and padded through the unfilled space, skirting past the small kitchen as he headed for Jin’s bedroom.
Another normally shut door left open just for him. He smirked and stepped inside. In the darkness, he could just make out Jin’s large form sitting on the bed, given away by his blond hair. But then again, Jin hadn’t been hiding, had he?
Jin grunted and stood. Eli let his eyes trail down Jin’s bare chest to the loose black sleep pants riding low on his hips and smirked. Nice sight to come home to…
Mouthing a cigarette, Jin headed for the double doors with the gray blinds and, opening one, stepped out on to the balcony.
Eli followed into the now gray morning. Jin’s balcony faced the opposite direction than the one he’d found London on and without the sunlight, it was even colder. Eli briefly regretted taking off his jacket but with Jin refusing to let the cold affect him, half-dressed as he was, he decided not to show it.
Jin lit his cigarette and handed the pack and lighter to Eli. Eli nodded, sliding down against the outside of the closed second door to sit on the wooden deck. After lighting his own cigarette, he gave the pack back to Jin. Taking a drag, he stared through the railing spokes and leaned his head back against the window of the door. The cloudy sky was the exact color of Jin’s eyes, he thought-a murky gray.
Jin himself was gray. Gray and black. Not that Eli had room to talk--a 6th grade dropout of a conman wasn't exactly the purest person in the world. But all the jobs Eli did weren't because he particularly wanted to--the thrill was nice, yeah, but he didn't steal all of someone's money or lead them to their death because of his own whims. It was because someone like Jin paid him to. Rich bastard CEOs so mired in political intrigue, they couldn't even see the sun anymore.
And Eli wouldn't want Jin's job for the world. So much easier to sit back and let someone else do the hard work. All he had to do was pretend he was some drug dealer or rich playboy or whatever scam Jin wanted him to run that day.
But at least you expected a hard life from Jin. One look at his towering body and his hard face, mouth always frowning, and you knew he wasn't a man to be messed with. The dark suits he always wore just gave him another level of dangerous. Jin only smiled at London.
Soft, beautiful London. So content to run Jin's household, below, to decorate the apartment and cook European food Eli couldn't even pronounce. London, who collected people to him faster than Jin could scare them off. And he'd even formed a family of sorts despite Jin's standoffishness. Collecting Jordan and Shay and Eli himself--outcasts--and convincing them to stay if only for a little while. A little while was all London needed, wasn't it?
Eli held his breath for a moment, letting the smoke play in his mouth and his lungs a bit longer than usual. It had to be an interesting story as to how those two met. Hell, how they'd managed to stand each other for the decades they'd been together. Jin was quick and decisive. London was a hopeless romantic that took hours to satisfy. But yet they hadn't seemed to tire of each other yet.
Eli was certain that even in the beginning, it had always been much more than just a simple business arrangement--Jin, a shady business man with certain needs, and London, a cultured socialite you'd least expect to be a renowned hitman.
That was another thing Eli would like to see. By the time he'd wandered into Suite 7, Jin's business, London had already "retired" from the field. Eli bet London was as elegant in his work as he was in anything else. Maybe he'd still have a chance to see that.
In the meantime, he certainly wasn't going to complain about London's brand of mothering or his cooking. Even if most the time, Eli had no idea what he was eating. And probably didn't want to know.
Jin took one last deep drag on his cigarette and ground it into the outdoor ashtray. He glanced at Eli who nodded. Yeah, it was about that time. He stood up, his gangly arms and long legs unfolding, and doused his own cigarette.
He smirked at Jin, his hands on his hips as he rolled back on his heels. "You ready?"
Jin snorted and headed back inside. Eli watched him go, taking one last minute to appreciate the stillness. It would all be shattered once he went back downstairs and the brats woke up. Shay would be as demanding as always, in his screeching, squawky voice and Jordan would be as quick as always with the biting sarcasm. And Eli... Well, Eli would have to shift his gears from "existing" to "annoying as shit." 'Cause it was just too funny.
He grinned and slinked back into the bedroom after Jin. Good morning.
-end-