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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[thecompanymutt]

Saturday is always on time and Zev is always not quite ready. It might be intentional. It's hard to say. Whatever the cause, when he opens the door his shirt is still unbuttoned.

"Ooh. Flowers and candy for me?" He smiles slyly. "I hope you aren't pressuring me to put out, Saturday." He takes the flowers and breathes them in. He knows Sat is still real old fashioned and he'll suffer almost any kind of corniness for a man as gorgeous as Saturday.
"Come on in. I'll be ready in a minute."

[thecompanymutt]

"We're going to a very private party. And you're not really my type."

When the girl gets away and actually grabs Sat, Zev is ready to knock the bitch out. He really hopes Saturday doesn't kill the girl, but won't blame him if he does.
Zev normally finds this sort of thing flattering, but right now it's really ruining the evening.

He keeps an eye on Saturday and his drunken suitor, while doing his best to fend off the rest of the pack. They don't seem to buy that he isn't interested.

[shooting_blind]

"Are you GAY??"
Both girls have to lean on each other to keep from falling as they laugh. the idea is hilarious because Zev doesn't look gay in the least.
"Do you have any beads??"

The girl Saturday is whispering to has stopped laughing. She has stopped moving. And the blood has drained from her face. His fingers grip the flesh of her arm.

The girls try to move in the way so he's looking at them and one is holding her halter in order to flash if he produces plastic. There are people shoving by on every side and loud traffic trying to push through the throngs.

The girl Saturday has looks like she's about to vomit and she keeps trying to pull away. he holds her tight as a black Honda rounds the corner. She's pulling away harder as he grins and begins to shout, 'Hey! stay on the curb, you dumb cow!'
That's when he lets go of her arm and she stumbles into the street. A moment later her body cracks the windshield of the car and there's screams all around them.

[thecompanymutt]

"Yeah. Crazy, isn't it?"
He knows that women are always shocked by the news. He tried to avoid the point, but they brought it up and he doesn't feel like coming up with a story.

When he sees the girl's face, he starts fighting harder to get over to Saturday. The man is up to something and Zev isn't sure he wants to know what.
"Bitches...fucking move!"

But he's too late. The girl walks into traffic. Jesus.
"Holy shit..."
He moves through the crowd like a linebacker to get to Sat and start getting them both the hell away from this.

[shooting_blind]

Saturday is still smiling when he's dragged away by Zev.
"What? I wanna talk to the cops. We have to give our statement. She just walked backward into traffic."
He's a hostile, but joyful little thing.
"Is this the way to that place with the crab salad?"
He's being pulled along like a two year old that just threw a fit and he seems gleeful about it.

People in the crowd are asking each other what just happened as if the person with them had the chance to see the whole thing. Just a herd of cows mooing and Saturday adds to it as he's pulled through, proclaiming random and contradicting facts to be repeated and exaggerated upon.
"She was drunk. Stepped right out into traffic. A suicide. She was fighting with her girlfriends. Cheated with her friends man. I think she broke her neck..."

[thecompanymutt]

Zev can't help it. They aren't far at all before he starts laughing and stops walking. He's never been with anyone who had the same kind of indifference towards human life that he does. There's the same rush as in the restaurant in Russia. It's utterly insane, but so sexy.
He grabs Saturday and kisses him.

"You're fucking crazy, you know that? God, it's hot. ... If you really want to talk to cops, we can go back, but I just have to hope they don't notice that it gets me hard when you off people."

[shooting_blind]

It's amazing that Zev isn't smart enough to notice a theme with the strangers Saturday kills and feel lucky he's still alive. But Sat can't very well point that out since he's clueless about it. When he's grabbed and kissed on the street with so many people around them his whole face turns red, mortified. But at the same time he takes it well considering that everyone clearly saw Zev kiss him and not the other way around. That was even more exciting and dangerous to him then letting that girl back into an oncoming vehicle.

"No.. I wanna go make out in that alley."
Saturday breaks away and disappears. A moment later two drunks are tossed out onto the sidewalk looking dazed. He comes out of the darkness to nab Zev and pull him in.

[thecompanymutt]

Oh, Zev notices the theme and feels very lucky. However, he also knows that the ones who have been killed couldn't possibly understand Saturday or deserve him. Not that Zev's sure he deserves the guy, but he believes he can survive dating him and doubts most others could.

"I like that plan."
He laughs when Sat empties the alley for them and gladly lets himself be dragged in. He wraps his arms around Saturday and walks him against the back wall, hiding him with his body, knowing he hates to have witnesses.
"Mmmm... What'd you say to that girl?"
He says it in the same tone people say 'talk dirty to me'.

[shooting_blind]

When Zev thoughtfully covers him it also seems as if he's being dominating. Right after Saturday takes the lead. He likes that a lot. That Zev is confident enough to be both predator and pray. If he knew more about the club scene he'd call the man a 'switch hitter' playfully

[thecompanymutt]

Saturday's hand finds Zev already about half hard. Zev tilts his head to allow for the kissing. He quickly grows under Saturday's touch and moans quietly at the groping. God, he feels like a horny teenager trying to hide from authority and get some on the sly.

"Jesus Christ, Sat..." He shouldn't be laughing. Some part of him knows normal people wouldn't be laughing, but he's amused and a little proud. "You are so damn good. I'm humbled. I shouldn't reward you for that kind of behavior, but I really want to."

He slides his hands over Saturday's sides and lowers down to kiss Sat's neck, jaw and lips. He loves the feel of holding Saturday to the wall, but also liked being pulled in. He is very much a switch, but most never get to know that.

[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

[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

[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

[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.