RED fanfic/how it should of happened thing.
1. William Cooper stepped out of his now trashed up car, gun in hand as he slowly and carefully was walking towards the beat up police car that Frank Moses was previously occupying. He still looked extremely professional for a man who was just shot at several times and in a moment of unexpected panic. His hair was still in place, his suit had not one tear, and he only had minor cuts on that gorgeous face of his, from the glass that had shattered from the bullets through his car window. He kept all of his senses on high alert as he was slowly getting closer, but then mentally smacked himself as he heard the sirens. Cooper wasn't an idiot, he could tell he was outnumbered. So he lowered his gun to the ground and raised his arms in the air in defeat, as he was tackled to the ground and handcuffed.
Frank Moses watched from afar as the scene unfolded, he liked how the younger man looked, defensless on the ground and handcuffed.
2. William Cooper watced from the observation room in CIA headquarter's, grinning as Frank Moses and his friends were now ambushed in the airport loading dock. He had to admit, the older man was clever for realizing they were being followed. Clever, or perhaps just luckily insane. He relayed the commands over the headset, trying to get Frank cornered. Sadly his plan backfired as all of his agents were easily taken out. William growled in anger, getting up and yanking the headset out of his ear "Dammit" he groaned. As he ran his fingers through his hair he looked over at the screen, noticing Frank Moses now had one of his agents headsets. He brought his own headset back up to his ear and listened. "Nice try pretty boy, but your really gonna need to up your game if you think we're going down that easily. Maybe if you bring that nice little ass of yours down here then things will go very smoothly" Cooper's eyes widened slightly, as he cleared his throat in embarrassment. "I'll get you next time, Grandpa."
Frank grinned as he placed the headset back down, getting excited for their next encounter.
3. William Cooper paced his office, looking over his papers as he tried to devise a plan to catch Frank Moses off guard. He took a sip from his coffee cup, placing the papers down as he heard someone open the door. He turned to look, seeing the object of his thoughts now in the flesh. He panicked, not sure what Frank was going to do, throwing his coffee mug at him as reflex. Frank blocked it and Cooper ran at him, lifting him up and throwing him down on his wooden table. "Bad move grandpa..." William started to head to his desk, removing his tie as he had hoped to possible talk to Frank in his moment of weakness. But the moment he turned around a glass table was flying at him and Frank was up and kicking him in the stomach. Cooper hit his desk hard, landing on his back. Next thing he knew, Frank had his hands pinned above his head. Cooper struggled against him, groaning loudly and growling slightly, but Frank had a firm grip as he just grinned down at him. Frank was enjoying the sight below him, his assasin trying desperatly to escape, not to mention how he looked so angry and beat up. It made Frank get all the more excited as he moved his thigh to be placed in between Cooper's legs, pressing against his groin. "What the hell are you doing old man?" Frank leaned down, whispering hotly into Cooper's ear " You know how much you show off wearing those tight suits of yours" Cooper became flushed, actually managing to get one of his hands free, punching Frank's jaw hard. Frank quickly grabbed his arm, twisting it roughly, causing it to dislocate. Cooper cried out in agony, while Frank pulled away, jumping through the glass window. Luckily he managed to grab his gun before Frank was out of view, firing a few shots, one of them getting loged into his upper arm. Cooper collapsed back agaisnt the desk, panting heavily. He looked down, groaning as he wondered how the older man had managed to get him so sexually frustrated.
As Frank ran down the hallway, his adrenaline rush making the gun shot wound unnoticable, he grinned. He couldn't wait to see the younger male again.
4. William Cooper pulled into the scene, his arm no longer in a cast but still in severe pain as he tried to keep it unmoving. He walked towards where the FBI were camped out, checking in on the situasion. The only thing he wanted to do at that moment was call Frank. He knew Frank was going to do something drastic and he didn't want the FBI team to shoot him down. Frank was his to kill, and his alone. He got on the phone, calling in to the secret room that Frank and the others were hiding within. "So Frank, I don't know what your up to, but whatever your trying to accomplish you better stop. There's a whole team out here ready to fire, so I wouldn't do anything you'll regret". "Who gave you the tip Cooper?" Cooper raised a brow at the question. "What?" "Who gave you the so called 'Anonymous' tip about me, why are you trying so hard to hunt me down." Cooper was taken aback, Frank must've somehow known it had been bothering him. "Seems like your trying really hard to fulfill those orders from sombody you don't even know. Or perhaps you just can't keep your hands off me." Cooper was now beginning to get frustrated, as Frank seemed to know how to push his buttons "Look Frank, you have two options. One, I take you in, bend you over the interrogation table, and fuck you senseless. Or two, you can get yourself killed". "Well, though I am quite fond of option number one, I will only agree if I am the one who will be doing the fucking." Cooper grinned slightly "Sorry Frank, no dice" Frank stayed silent for a moment "Alright, tell your men to hold their fire." Cooper did as instructed, not wanting anyone to kill Frank now, especially when rough sex was on the table. Cooper wouldn't admit it, but what Frank was saying really got to him. Maybe Frank knew where the order came from, maybe what Frank was doing wasn't such a bad thing after all. Cooper was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as a gun was fired. He looked up quickly, worried. "Who fired the shot?!" he growled in anger, as he quickly dashed off to see if Frank was alright. He wasn't going to let this opprotunity slip out of his fingers. He pulled off his jacket, ignoring the pain in his arm as he prepared to use it to help Frank if he was wounded. As he reached the body on the ground he turned it over to see it wasn't Frank who was shot. He gave a huge sigh of relief, glad to see he still had his chance.
Frank saw the scene unfold as Cooper ran over to his presumably dead body in fright and panic. So the younger boy did care.
5.William Cooper stood in shock as the people he thought were on his side turned out to be liars and were now pointing guns at Frank and the Vice President. As the Vice President was shot, Cooper wasn't even fazed as his attention was still on Frank, worried for his well being. Realization had now hit him and he knew that Frank was trying to do good all along. Cooper couldn't possibly let Frank die now. "Cooper, cuff him" was what brought him out of his state of shock, looking at all of them like a betrayed puppy. But he noticed Frank look back at him, as if his gaze was telling him he had a plan. He walked up, placing him in handcuffs, which from the grin on Frank's face definately meant he was currently having perverted thoughts. The next thing he knew, as if him and Frank had been talking to eachother the whole time with their minds, he had shot his former boss, and the rest were all taken out by what Cooper assumed were Frank's former CIA friends. As Cooper walked up and removed Franks handcuffs, he smiled up at Frank. "I'm glad your alright..." he admitted, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Frank smiled, actually warming up to the younger male. But this didn't change the fact that he still wanted to fuck him senseless. "How about you put those handcuffs to good use" he said, motioning towards Coopers car.
Cooper headed towards his car, and for once Frank was the one on a mission for him.