Date night

[shooting_blind]

Saturday has been enjoying his time (most of it) with Jessica and the day the three of them were together was mostly painless. In exchange for Zev being so sweet and understanding and patient about the lack of sex going on between them Saturday made good on finding those Swedish pills. He folds two of them carefully in a small white square of paper

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[shooting_blind]

Saturday grins. No one's ever flattered these particular skills of his. West always made him feel like he was a school boy in the presence of his obvious betters. Never let him lead. Always used him for a lackey and criticized him (though it wasn't long until West started considering Saturday an equal in some ways. He just never said so and knew when it came down to it he could take the little one down).
Saturday has a lot of con in him. If that wasn't the case West would have killed Zev eventually and Sat would have been back where he started, just with the knowledge of what could have been.

Music plays loudly from a distance away that's impossible to measure because all they can hear is the bass beating against the streets. He kisses Zev back in a frenzy, getting a little rough in his excitement. Sat squeezes just a little too hard and nips Zev before pulling back to breathe and calm himself down. Not only is he losing control again, but he's supposed to be cycling down.

He pulls zev against him slowly. from another radio, closer, a female blues singer bemoans her lost lover in a slow howl. Saturday matches his kiss with that pace, concentrating on just the feel of Zev and the voice somewhere above them and then wet smacking of their mouths.

[thecompanymutt]

As they frantically and passionately feel over eachother and press their lips so hard together, Zev moans and grinds into Sat. He groans in pain when he's grabbed too tightly, but his face says he didn't exactly hate it. He's panting hard when Sat lets go, though, and needs the moment break just as bad.

When Sat pulls him in again, Zev has no fear about letting it happen. They're learning the way around this together, after all. He can't just give up on the man. He gropes at Saturday as well, now. Their whole bodies work in a slow, intense rhythm. His lips slide across Sat's cheek to his ear to whisper, low and throaty.
"God...I want you so fucking bad, baby..."

[shooting_blind]

With the pill still burning a hole in his pocket instead of his blood stream, Saturday isn't in any state to let Zev have him. Though it's unlikely, he can't help from imagining popping Zev's dick like a zit with his anus. He wants Zev just as badly. It's not fair that the music and feel of each other just makes the wanting worse instead of relieves them. Sex is still such a confusing act.
"Zevvy-"

His body jerks. Saturday's hands open so they don't grip Zev. He leans back, bouncing against the brick wall a bit. Zev should be feeling warm with more then just hot 'Orleans air tonight. His whole front is covered in blood. Saturday chokes, a hole torn in his throat and blood bubbling out. He falls to the side making a weird blood rainbow on the wall behind him as he goes down.
"Night night, princess."

West's sunny self stands in the alley putting a silenced gun back in it's holster. Saturday is still fully conscious, holding his throat and trying to push Zev away, waving him off.
"He wants you to start running, sweetheart."
West is helpful in translating blood gurgles.

[thecompanymutt]

He breathes hot against Saturday's neck and leaves a trail of kisses down warm skin. His fingers wander under Saturday's shirt and Zev is more perfectly happy than he's ever been with anyone. This is what being with a person is supposed to be like. Not a job and not a meaningless compulsion. This feeling like his heart might burst; this is love.

And then he tastes blood and his hands are warm and wet. Zev staggers back and Sat slides away from him.

"No... NO!"
He spins to turn on West, drawing one of his guns as he does. He fires --shooting to kill. Two at the man's chest and one at his head just as fast as he's able to see him. As fast as a normal human can, anyway.

[agentwest]

West is surprised and pissed off at the speed Zev fires. He expected the man to be slower in protecting himself because of the shock. West tends to underestimate other agencies... and Zev. He's forced to move in a blur just like Zev saw Saturday and Olivia do. Doing this drains them faster. Not to mention the first bullet grazes him and burns like all hell.

The scream is from Saturday though. West is behind Zev now, a foot on Sat's back and his boyfriend's arm twisted at a bad angle in West's hand.
"If I rip it off he'll probably bleed out. If he doesn't he's headed home for a sudden debriefing. If this little turd could lie to Mother's face he wouldn't have appeared through screen for my conduct meeting."
West is so angry he's nearly hissing. He looks like a banshee that dropped from the sky to rip them both apart.
"Tick tock."

Saturday's fingers are turning blue. West moves his arm back and forth a little like the pendulum of a clock. There is a popping sound and Sat's shoes scraping against the ground. He's in agony with no more air to start screaming. His free hand claws at the ground, ripping nails. West is very slowly twisting his arm off. His whole world is a bright white pain and nothing else. No West, no Zev, no part of his body except that arm and the burning in his lungs.

[thecompanymutt]

"STOP!" He's always been amused by the stupid, useless things the tortured and tormented will scream. It's all so futile and yet they always do it. Always shout the same things. He's almost embarrassed that he's doing the same damn thing now that it's his turn. "LET HIM GO! WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT FROM US?"

If he shoots, West will dodge. When he does, he'll take Sat's arm off. West is too fast and too strong. Nothing in his training makes Zev ready for this. His finger stays on the trigger and his hand is almost shaking as he feels completely powerless.

[agentwest]

"I want you to put the gun down before I beat you with his fucking arm."
West doesn't know what it is he wants besides causing them both some serious pain. Not yet anyway.
"You have until the count of ONE."

[thecompanymutt]

There's obvious panic and indecision on Zev's part. He aims the shaking gun for a moment, then drops it with a grunt of frustration.

"Just... dammit...just let him go!"

[agentwest]

West kicks the gun away with a smirk. He's not letting Saturday go.
"You still hard from him? Let me see it."
Oh joy. He's still attracted to you, Zev. This is going to be a fun kidnapping.