Hugo's a solo player usually, but this one requires a little finesse. They've been ordered to kill a Mikael Veselovsky, nobody that Hugo's ever heard of before but apparently a big player in the gay escort and porn scene. Hugo has no idea if he and Harry are the good guys, but there's cash at hand and that's all he needs to know. 50k payout, the biggest job he's ever taken
( ... )
Maybe not, but at least he could take a nice vacation.
He wishes there was more time to get himself mentally ready for this. Remind himself that he's the good guy (maybe), and this would be just like any other case.
Except it's not, but what are you without your delusions, hm?
"You know," he says, linking his arm with Hugo's as they head to the ballroom. "I get the distinct feeling I'm not Mikael's type. Hopefully that won't be a problem."
"I wouldn't worry about it - Mikael's completely impotent.. Couldn't raise a bloody flagpole for the Queen. Heard the boys saying that he makes his bouncers do all the work. Besides, we're here to put a bullet in him, not a cock."
They enter the lavish ballroom, guests in suits and naked young men in masquerade masks, chandeliers and crystal champagne glasses. Hugo leads Harry to the dance floor and pulls him close.
He kisses Harry deeply, one hand on his ass. As they dance, a slow spin, Hugo gruffly whispers the locations of all of Mikael's men. Ten in the rafters, six by his side and nearly twenty patrolling the halls.
"Blind spot over there by the fountain. Mikael likes to head onto the floor for the last dance. One of us is going to distract him long enough for the other to line up a shot. You got a better eye or a tongue, sweetheart?" Hugo hums, nudging the lobe of Harry's ear with his nose and giving it a nibble. If it were a less life-or-death situation he might be hard.
"James Bond always has to seduce someone, I didn't know if it was going to be that sort of party."
It's honestly a little overwhelming; Harry's never been part of any sort of social circle that would throw lavish parties, especially not parties like this. And for someone who's spent most of his life telling himself I'm probably straight I guess, it's quite a lot of naked, exceedingly handsome men.
Maybe he should have experimented more when he was younger, shit.
And the dancing is pretty damn nice, too. He probably shouldn't be as turned on as he is by Hugo whispering tactical things to him, but his fake husband's hands are on his ass and his tongue is against his ear and Harry really needs to concentrate.
"I don't trust you keeping up polite conversation long enough to get a shot." And he doesn't trust himself well enough with a gun, not anymore. "You take the shot."
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Maybe not, but at least he could take a nice vacation.
He wishes there was more time to get himself mentally ready for this. Remind himself that he's the good guy (maybe), and this would be just like any other case.
Except it's not, but what are you without your delusions, hm?
"You know," he says, linking his arm with Hugo's as they head to the ballroom. "I get the distinct feeling I'm not Mikael's type. Hopefully that won't be a problem."
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They enter the lavish ballroom, guests in suits and naked young men in masquerade masks, chandeliers and crystal champagne glasses. Hugo leads Harry to the dance floor and pulls him close.
He kisses Harry deeply, one hand on his ass. As they dance, a slow spin, Hugo gruffly whispers the locations of all of Mikael's men. Ten in the rafters, six by his side and nearly twenty patrolling the halls.
"Blind spot over there by the fountain. Mikael likes to head onto the floor for the last dance. One of us is going to distract him long enough for the other to line up a shot. You got a better eye or a tongue, sweetheart?" Hugo hums, nudging the lobe of Harry's ear with his nose and giving it a nibble. If it were a less life-or-death situation he might be hard.
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It's honestly a little overwhelming; Harry's never been part of any sort of social circle that would throw lavish parties, especially not parties like this. And for someone who's spent most of his life telling himself I'm probably straight I guess, it's quite a lot of naked, exceedingly handsome men.
Maybe he should have experimented more when he was younger, shit.
And the dancing is pretty damn nice, too. He probably shouldn't be as turned on as he is by Hugo whispering tactical things to him, but his fake husband's hands are on his ass and his tongue is against his ear and Harry really needs to concentrate.
"I don't trust you keeping up polite conversation long enough to get a shot." And he doesn't trust himself well enough with a gun, not anymore. "You take the shot."
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