Who: Ganon & Remy LeBeau When:August 26th, Afternoon Where: Ganon’s, then a warehouse? What: Business, paperwork.. shameless flirting. Rating: PG13 for Language Status: Complete
The paperwork had been sent over, Remy had spent four hours listening to his lawyers prattle on about it, but he hadn’t really been listening. Thank God for Skype. He could be on one end of his computer looking like he was taking notes (nodding every now and then to make it look like he cared), while his hands, just off camera, were tapping away at his muted phone.
He loved Tetris. He’d played a little Solitare, too.
Because, really, it didn’t matter what the contract said. He was going to buy that warehouse and the land if he liked it. So when the meeting had come to an end he’d simply asked a pointed question: was there anything in the contract that should keep him from signing it? The lawyers had said no. Really, that was all he’d needed. Why have such a long, horrible meeting about it?
He hated lawyers. They were a necessary evil.
So, paperwork tucked neatly into his case, he’d tossed it into the rental and had driven down to meet up with Ganon. He’d gone to his place, first, and would wait (not so) patiently to be shown in, where he would break into a smile upon seeing the other man and come forward for a handshake. “I’m eager to see it.” Not even so much as a hello-- cordial, friendly, but straight down to business.
***
“I trust you found the paperwork to your liking,” Ganon began, his grin serving as the ‘hello’ and the handshake reinforcing it. Today he was well-dressed in a business suit sans the tie - he always thought they were too stuffy - and opted to leave the first few buttons of his shirt undone to expose a bit of chest. “Did not think you’d come as quick as you did.”
And that could be taken rather wrongly. Even Ganon didn’t mind the insert of a very subtle innuendo.
***
Remy loved the tie.
Why?
Something about a woman grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss.
“I’m going to blame that on you. You get me so excited about something so big..” He rolled his shoulders up gracefully. “And here I am.” The smile that came across his face was slow and curling. “And I’m ready to see it.” He was eager to get into the warehouse and check it out, the size, the location-- he hoped it would work.
The sooner the better.
***
Ganon had to almost wonder if they were indirectly flirting - or they were being two grown men, finding it strangely appropriate to throw these kind of comments at each other. It didn’t bother Ganon in the least, actually. It amused him more than anything.
“And you’re not the first person that’s told me that,” he said, grin transformed into a smirk now. Ganon brought him over to the garage. It was large, open and fairly empty - the only vehicle in it was the most recent and decked out version of a convertible Ford Mustang, all in black. Amusingly enough, it brought him back to the dreams he’s had - the one where in them, he rode a fierce black horse - and figured it was oddly appropriate.
It’d been running already, and there were two bottles of water ready for them. “Hope you don’t mind if we take mine. I do hope you like the scenic route.”
*** “I bet I’m not.” The first person to tell him that. But oh, make no mistake, Ganon. It might have been indirect flirting, or just a grown man throwing silly comments, but Remy LeBeau was flirting.
Could you blame him?
You were hot.
“Not at all. I happen to like mustangs very much.” Sliding in, he’d stretch long legs out, then buckle up and settle back with a sigh. He was admittedly tired, gloved hands rubbing against his thighs. He needed a massage or something. He was just so tense these days.
Well, a massage or a really good fuck.
***
Ganon took the scenic route; the highway viewing the beach, the road aligned with palm trees, the smell of heavy smell of salt water. Once they had gotten to a more industrial area, about a half hour from his own penthouse, all that disappeared. He’d taken them to a fairly impressive industrial park with neighboring business and smaller warehouses.
When Ganon took a side road and parked in front of what could be considering the biggest warehouse of the area, it was safe to assume they were here. “Here it is,” he said, removing his sun glasses to take a better look.
***
The view of the warehouse earned a slow whistle and the red-head was sliding his sunglasses from his face also, looking over the structure. It didn’t look like it was beat to hell, it was in nice condition. That was great.
“I knew you wouldn’t steer me wrong.” He’d remark with a smile over to the other man, closing the car door behind him and slowly walking up to the gate that enclosed the property. “It’s great. Is there an office inside?” Even if there wasn’t, there was plenty of room to build an office off to the side. “Is this the only warehouse on the property, or is there another one behind it?” He had a mind to build another if there was only this one-- but there was time for that.
***
“Only one on this property, but there’s land for expansion,” Ganon explained, motioning over to the empty lot right behind the warehouse. The landscaping actually wasn’t bad, either - he’d kept up with it every now and then, but it still needed some work if he wanted a ‘professional’ look.
He fished the keys out of his pocket and opened the doors for him. He flipped the switched for the electricity to come on, and after a few flickers, it did. It was vacant, sans a few unimportant crates and rolled up tarps. “There’s several rooms to be used. But when this is yours, you’re obviously welcome to do what you’d like. Three floors, elevators - although those need some repair. Windows have been replaced.”
He thought he’d have use for this at some point, but it was one of those plots that he had impulsively purchased and had never done much with. It wouldn’t tear him apart to let it go.
“And what would your plans be with this, anyway?”
****
Remy moved easily along with him, taking it all in and nodding as the other man spoke. It was nice inside. Nicer than expected.,
"Oh, I was thinking a small office and warehouse. The land I have just outside of Hollywood isn't very large and we ship way too much from Louisiana. Having a warehouse close by, it'll be easier to ship to the facility in Hollywood." And would save them on shipping.
And, you know, he could blow things up here in peace while he figured out his newfound powers.
***
“And trust me when I say, you’ll definitely get your money’s worth with this one. You’re most likely paying simply for location when it comes to that one.” Ganon was familiar with the Hollywood area, but personally wasn’t a fan. Too much pretentiousness, he thought. And some celebrities were already under his thumb, so the fame factor meant very little to him.
“If you’re looking for someone to help with the interior decor after it’s fixed up, I can recommend someone. I simply have a hard time imagining you without an impressively furnished and decorated office.”
***
"Oh, I'm definitely paying for location. The space is small, but it's convenient for clients." And that was what mattered.
"You're right about that. I have some art I'd love to show off. So if you have anyone good, I'll take their number." Ganon could very quickly become his go-to guy. Very quickly.
"It's great." The building, of course.
***
From his wallet, Ganon pulled out a business card and handed it to Remy. In simple but tasteful cursive print was the name Regina Mills, along with a website and contact information. “She did some good work with my office. And when it comes to business, an office is a man’s throne. I definitely do look forward to see what you’ll do with the place. It’d be a cause for celebratory drinks, no doubt.”
Ganon could always come up with excuses to sniff around Remy’s territory for blood, but the transaction had also been a gateway an on-going business relationship. It gave them a connection he was sure to take advantage of.
“Are the papers signed, or may I offer you a pen?” A small smirk.
***
"I trusted you. They're all in order." Of course he signed them. He desperately needed a place he could blow things up without being noticed. Right now he was doing a good job of not randomly blowing things up, but he didn't think that would last very long. It would catch up with him soon.
"Regina." He would read from the card with a smile. “I’ll give her a call.” He liked that name. He wondered if she was pretty.
The card was tucked away and the contract pulled out, having been folded twice neatly and tucked away into his suit’s inner pocket. He’d hold it out without hesitation.
***
Ganon took the contract, looked through it briefly, and looked satisfied enough when he saw his signature finalized in ink.
"Haven't had this much pleasure doing business in quite some time, LeBeau." He folded the papers along the existing creases and slipped it inside his jacket.
In exchange, he tossed the keys into the air for him to catch.
"A sign of trust on my behalf, then. I know you'll come through with the finances."
***
“Of course I will.” He caught the keys with a smile. He could pay cash for it if he needed to, but everyone was always telling him that the best thing to do was use a bank, finance it, blah, blah, blah. Something about it being a legitimate business transaction if he did it that way. Like cash wasn’t legitimate?
Whatever. He paid the lawyers to know this stuff, so he listened to them. What good did it do having them if he didn’t listen?
“You know, I get that all the time. Being with me is always pleasurable.” He’d look over at the other man with a smile. If that wasn’t the biggest come-on of the day, then he didn’t know what was.
***
Flirting. That’s what that was. He gave Remy a quick look over from head to toe - a gesture that almost crossed the line of suggestive - and then sneered, patting the younger man on the back.
“Keep talking to me like that, and I’m sure many of your conquests will get envious. Hard to believe you’ve done so many without the mess of strings. Surely there’s one that’s going to come along and make you question that.”
Ganon had been married twice. Been there, done that; now he stuck with high-end escorts, friends that liked to fuck on the side, and murder.
***
The Cajun would laugh when pat on the back and shrugged. "Maybe some day. Hopefully not too soon, I'm enjoying myself." That was an understatement. "'Besides, I'm a complicated man. It makes relationships complicated. And I don't want that." Woo did? Women.
That was why Remy never minded a pretty gay man who wanted to be bent over. No complications there. No feminine feelings coming into play. He never had to worry. Usually he avoided sex with dates and stuck to sex with random people or clear one night stands. Never women he wanted to take out again, unless it was a mutual agreement that it was just sex.
"I don't do strings." He'd say of the comment Ganon handed over so easily. "They know that." He tried to make it clear. It didn't always work.
***
“Take it from someone who’s been divorced once and widowed once,” Ganon said, turning the lights off and making his way back to his ‘stang. “The hassle is worthless. Then they want children, and then there are in-laws.”
He’d been young during those days, and something in him had hopes for an actual working marriage. Love didn’t exist in the type of business he made. And his business had proved to be much more pleasurable than any relationship could ever. The freedom was too much to give up. He knew that now.
“If you’ve seen enough, how does some quick lunch sound? I’ve made reservations for myself this afternoon for Italian cuisine, and I’m sure you could be fit in.”
***
“If I wanted children, I’d buy one from a foreign country like everyone else. It’s a trend.” He smirked and would tuck those keys away in his pocket as they walked. He had a warehouse. He’d be back here the next day to test it out, believe it.
“Lunch sounds great.” Italian was always wonderful, it could often find something that would fit properly into his diet. “As if the tables they reserve you have only one seat, Ganon?” A light tease back to him.
“Don’t need anything from New York, do you?” He had to head back there for a day at the end of the week. Might as well offer, make some sort of mutual friendship here.
***
“Oh, I’m sure if we had issues, I’d gladly step aside and let you charm the serving staff into getting you a seat as well as complimentary follatio.” Ganon grinned wickedly, because it seemed like an excellent idea. “And no, nothing from New York. I appreciate the gesture, however.”
The only thing there was Shabranigdo, but he’d deal with that later.
****
“How thoughtful of you, letting me do all the charming.” He shrugged up his shoulders in a graceful move and flashed him a smile.
“Come on, I’m starving.” And he wanted to wrap things up at home so he could get back out here and try out his new warehouse.
Ganon had no idea how badly he needed this.
Badly.
As long as those damn terrorists didn’t blow it up, it’d be perfect for him to, well, blow up.