Fanfic
Title: Somebody was Stupid
Rating: R
Warning: None
Relationships: Harry Dresden/John Marcone
Characters: Harry Dresden, John Marcone, teensy bit of Hendricks
Summary: Somebody decides to assassinate Harry. It doesn’t end well.
A/N
My Harry tends to be a mean possessive man when it comes to Marcone, and a vicious man in general so this little ficlet definitely counts as an AU. I might make some more little fics in this universe if people like the world I’ve created. Hope you enjoy this bit of randomness.
Marcone’s day had been a quiet, and for the most part, legal one. Nothing of any great importance was scheduled for that day so he had decided to spend the vast majority of his time filling out the reams of paperwork required when you were basically the ruler of two large fiefdoms.
The early morning peacefulness of his situation was shattered when the door to his office slammed open with a melodramatic bang that had Henderson reaching for his gun and a twitching smile to Marcone’s mouth.
Harry Dresden was many things; subtle was not one of them. All 6’8” of his lover blustered through the door, ill-temper hanging around him in a palpable fog. Nothing too new, it was a rare day that Dresden went through without something irritating him.
The man he was dragging none too gently by the collar of his t-shirt was different. Usually if somebody pissed Dresden off enough that he knocked him, the wizard generally left them where they lay.
“Marcone.” Dresden’s voice was rough with irritation, and low enough to give John shivers, which he easily hid behind his cool businesslike façade.
“Mr. Dresden?” A subtle chin jerk had Hendricks reluctantly leaving the room though he relaxed considerably when Harry offered him the unconscious body of the man that had apparently brought Harry to John’s doorstep.
Once Hendricks had left the room, throwing the limp body over one massive shoulder in a fireman’s carry, Harry relaxed as well. The irritation was still there, but muffled under just how pleased Harry was to see John.
“I take it that the reason you brought that piece of trash into my building is because it is something to do with the both of us.”
“Before he regrettably lost conscience the little bastard said something about not being paid enough to take care of Marcone’s fag. Plus most of my enemies come after me with something a little more impressive than a Glock.”
“I take it that the man did not expect you to be up for a fight?”
“John,” Harry’s voice deepened even further when he rasped out an amused chuckle, “who ever sent him after me probably thought I was some limp wristed little twink with absolutely no idea of what my boyfriend really did for a living. He’s lucky I let him live.”
“Well, Mr. Dresden I’m sure that once I find out who sent this pustule after you I’ll be able to educate him about his mistakes.”
“You do that Mr. Marcone, I’d expect nothing less.”
Harry leaned in and nipped hard at Marcone’s mouth sucking his lover’s lower lip into his mouth and suckling on it, before releasing it with a pop.
“Do give me a ring when you find out who sent him love, I’d hate to miss the party.”
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden swept out of Gentleman Johnny Marcone’s office in style, his trench coat flapping and his cold face given a vicious smirk that made Marcone’s receptionist recoil whenever she saw it.
Whoever had sent the assassin after Dresden had made a grave error, Marcone’s own face had shifted to arctic cold as he picked up his phone and began to ask the stuttering man on the other end of the line some very pointed questions.
Ah well paperwork could most definitely wait.
Rating: R
Warning: None
Relationships: Harry Dresden/John Marcone
Characters: Harry Dresden, John Marcone, teensy bit of Hendricks
Summary: Somebody decides to assassinate Harry. It doesn’t end well.
A/N
My Harry tends to be a mean possessive man when it comes to Marcone, and a vicious man in general so this little ficlet definitely counts as an AU. I might make some more little fics in this universe if people like the world I’ve created. Hope you enjoy this bit of randomness.
Marcone’s day had been a quiet, and for the most part, legal one. Nothing of any great importance was scheduled for that day so he had decided to spend the vast majority of his time filling out the reams of paperwork required when you were basically the ruler of two large fiefdoms.
The early morning peacefulness of his situation was shattered when the door to his office slammed open with a melodramatic bang that had Henderson reaching for his gun and a twitching smile to Marcone’s mouth.
Harry Dresden was many things; subtle was not one of them. All 6’8” of his lover blustered through the door, ill-temper hanging around him in a palpable fog. Nothing too new, it was a rare day that Dresden went through without something irritating him.
The man he was dragging none too gently by the collar of his t-shirt was different. Usually if somebody pissed Dresden off enough that he knocked him, the wizard generally left them where they lay.
“Marcone.” Dresden’s voice was rough with irritation, and low enough to give John shivers, which he easily hid behind his cool businesslike façade.
“Mr. Dresden?” A subtle chin jerk had Hendricks reluctantly leaving the room though he relaxed considerably when Harry offered him the unconscious body of the man that had apparently brought Harry to John’s doorstep.
Once Hendricks had left the room, throwing the limp body over one massive shoulder in a fireman’s carry, Harry relaxed as well. The irritation was still there, but muffled under just how pleased Harry was to see John.
“I take it that the reason you brought that piece of trash into my building is because it is something to do with the both of us.”
“Before he regrettably lost conscience the little bastard said something about not being paid enough to take care of Marcone’s fag. Plus most of my enemies come after me with something a little more impressive than a Glock.”
“I take it that the man did not expect you to be up for a fight?”
“John,” Harry’s voice deepened even further when he rasped out an amused chuckle, “who ever sent him after me probably thought I was some limp wristed little twink with absolutely no idea of what my boyfriend really did for a living. He’s lucky I let him live.”
“Well, Mr. Dresden I’m sure that once I find out who sent this pustule after you I’ll be able to educate him about his mistakes.”
“You do that Mr. Marcone, I’d expect nothing less.”
Harry leaned in and nipped hard at Marcone’s mouth sucking his lover’s lower lip into his mouth and suckling on it, before releasing it with a pop.
“Do give me a ring when you find out who sent him love, I’d hate to miss the party.”
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden swept out of Gentleman Johnny Marcone’s office in style, his trench coat flapping and his cold face given a vicious smirk that made Marcone’s receptionist recoil whenever she saw it.
Whoever had sent the assassin after Dresden had made a grave error, Marcone’s own face had shifted to arctic cold as he picked up his phone and began to ask the stuttering man on the other end of the line some very pointed questions.
Ah well paperwork could most definitely wait.