[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
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i. Secret Agent Eduardo/Civilian Facebook Creator Mark
Mark had actually been having a normal day. He had gotten in almost all eight hours of recommended sleep, he woke up, went to the office, check progress on where his programmers were at with the glitch in the Wall, did paperwork, and then got bitched at by Alice about not having enough Vitamin D.
So he left the office and went down to one of the corporate coffee houses that seem be on every street corner in America. He had order a boring cup of coffe and a muffin before sitting at one of the tall bar stool type places when he walked in.
The man was attractive; tan, wearing a expensive suit, and walked like he owned the place.
Or at least like he owned all of Mark's attention, Mark thought as Tall Nameless Guy made eye contact with him. He raised an eyebrow as the tanned man walked in his direction. He walked right up next to Mark and bent his head down to whisper in his ear.
"I don't mean to alarm you, but I need to kiss you to throw off the two henchmen that are trying to find me," he said, his voice smooth and low, breath hot against Mark's ear that made him shiver.
"I...what?"
Eduardo didn't answer, instead he tipped up Mark's face and pressed his lips hard and insistent to Mark's. Mark's mouth gapped, out of surprise, and Eduardo's tongue swiped in. Both of their eyes were open, making contact but Mark saw the nameless, kissing wonder's eyes dart to the side occasionally. Mark kissed back momentarily.
After a few more seconds, Kissing Wonder stepped back and smiled, running a hand through his wild hair.
"Thank you Mark Zuckerberg. Meet me at the corner of 22nd and B. Two days. 3 pm. We'll talk. Adeus."
Mark watched him walk away, touching his fingers to his bottom lip in contemplation.
ii. Experienced CIA Agent! Mark/ Newbie!Eduardo
"So, when did you join," Eduardo asked as they walked down to the Canteen. Eduardo had only join a month ago, not having started the intensive training until a two years ago, and he was older than Mark. They had met when Eduardo's team needed a communication specialist and had put the snarky boy on his team temporarily.
Eduardo liked his wit; Mark liked that in celebration of a job well done Eduardo would drink copious amount of alcohol and sleep with him.
Mark shrugged, finishing one of the Red Vines that he snacked on while he did whatever the computer section did while Eduardo went out and kissed ass.
"I joined when I was nineteen. Tried Harvard for a year, created a few things that the CIA was interested in, and they offered me a spot."
Eduardo had know Mark was smart but that...that was ridiculous.
"That...that...You're ridiculous,"
"Thank you. You're buying right? I might have an outstanding...," Mark said trailing off, watching as Eduardo grabbed one of the premade sandwiches and a salad.
"How!? You don't even eat anything but tuna and Red Vines."
"...I might have spent all of it on Red Vines...and Red Bull....and Red Hots because I really couldn't sleep. Too busy trying to track something. I just forgot to pay it all back."
Eduardo sighed before picking up a tuna sandwich to join his turkey.
Ridiculous.
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Most people in the world knew not to mess with Mark Zuckerberg. Just because he was great with a computer didn't mean that he could defend himself against trained assassins though. He was snide, snarky, and made enemies on accident.
But people didn't mess with him because of his body guard, Eduardo Saverin.
He was lithe, heavily trained by his father, "had connections", was ridiculously loyal, and over protective. You'd hear stories of how people had better luck approaching Eduardo for information because Mark wouldn't talk to people unless Eduardo dubbed them as safe, which Eduardo rarely did. People would watch as Eduardo would always touch Mark; on the lower back, the arm, his neck right where his curls started.
What people wouldn't talk about, though, is how when they got home, Eduardo would lift him up and push him into walls, marking him with kisses. He'd tenderly trace over the pale chest, reverently part thighs, and cherish the moans and whispers and pleads that dropped from red dye stained lips.
People didn't understand that the reason that Eduardo was so good at his job was because he'd always protect what was his.
iv. Cop Mark/ Drunk Eduardo
"And you ended up like this...how?"
Eduardo's head was woozy as he was helped up from the bench he was laying face first on. He saw blue underneath a warm jacket.
He wished he had a jacket but that was gone along with his boyfriend. The prick had broke up with him so Eduardo had gone to Freddy's Bar and Grill.
"Err...I might have been...into...intox..fuck...drunk, offishuuuur," Eduardo Saverin said, his face flushed with shame, shivering as he was down to his underwear and even those were half-way down his thighs. The curly headed officer gave him a look before snorting.
"You're three sheets to the wind," the curly headed officer said, "come on, let's help you go dry out in lock up."
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, papa's gonna kill meeeeeeeeeee," Eduardo whined as he clumsily moved his hands behind with some nudging from the officer. The officer, who after reading him the jumbled words of his Miranda Rights, pulled up his underwear and shrugged off his jacket, draping it around Eduardo's shoulders.
It was warm and it smelled good.
Like Axe and Red Bull.
Ugh, Red Bull.
"Come on before you-oh my god," the curly headed cop said, shaking his foot rapidly.
Eduardo's stomach was asking for some french fries now that it was empty.
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"Hey chief," Mark said casually, opening his front door, one hand hanging in his pocket.
"Hand out."
Mark held up both hands, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. Eduardo grunted and nearly shoved his way inside, flashing a warrant at the last moment. Mark stepped aside, letting the chief walk in.
"It's on top of the kitchen counter. Ignore the porn."
"Wha- god dammit Mark."
"You should say that more," Mark said, leaning against the door jam to the kitchen, watching as the chief's neck heated up at the scene on the computer. A tanned man was enthusiastically sucking down a pale man's cock.
"I can't believe you're watching that. You know that is such an invasion of their privacy, right," Chief Saverin, hypocritically snatching glances at the screen at the men that looked a little too much like both of the men in the room.
"They let it get leaked. I just reap the benefits. Besides I've always wanted a Spidey kiss," Mark said, checking his nails.
Saverin shot him a look of disgust before snatching up the computer, the moaning louder now as the headphones came out. The officer growled and scrambled to turn the computer off.
"After we find the evidence-," Officer Saverin started, cut off by Mark repeating the words that came too often to his own ears.
"We'll come back to get you. Stay within city limits. There will be a cop car out front. I know. Tell Chris and Dustin I say hi," Mark said bored.
The front door slammed.
Mark went upstairs and retrieved the laptop from under the bed. He hit a few keys with a regretful sigh, erasing hours and hours of work before ejecting out the hard-drive and slipping it in his pocket before Officer Saverin came back inside to finish the search.
Looked like another one for the boiler tonight.
(And it really did suck that Officer Saverin disliked him; he had such a great ass.)
vi. and the one time they weren't
"James Bond is ridiculous," Mark said, his head leaning against Eduardo's shoulder, the arm wrapped around Mark's shoulder, rubbing circle's against Mark's shoulder.
"But he's pretty cool," Eduardo said," besides it's a classic."
"Hmmph," Mark grunted. "He's not even that great looking."
"But wouldn't you just kill to be like that? Be able to travel and pick up girls easy and have cool weapons and-," Eduardo started.
"No."
"...why?"
"Because I wouldn't have you. I'd have to get used to a whole new idiot," Mark said, grumbling as Eduardo turned his head. They shared a quick kiss, Eduardo sighing happily against Mark's lips. They rearranged and watched as James Bond started his campaign to woo the most attractive girl in the movie. Eduardo started to run his long fingers through Mark's hair, which was always relaxing.
Yeah, James Bond had nothing on this.
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just like, this final line: People didn't understand that the reason that Eduardo was so good at his job was because he'd always protect what was his. freaking YUM, okay.
in case you couldn't tell, I really loved this, darling; great job!
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Errr, right.
I think after I finish my springfest fic, I might go on and elaborate for the third one. But I have to finish one story (two actually because I have a kink meme fill I've been working on for weeks) before I start on this.
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I just love the sheer crackiness of it and how Mark just doesn't give a fuck.
Because he is a honey badger.
But thank you so much for the comment/compliment.
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I think after I finish my springfest fic, I might go on and elaborate for the third one. But I have to finish one story (two actually because I have a kink meme fill I've been working on for weeks) before I start on this.
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Loved them all tho :)
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And thank you so much for your review. :) It made me smile.
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Even if I like also the second :D
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So, I guess what I'm asking for (since I write more to please people than for myself), what would you guys want to see?
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