Sunday, October 20, 2013
Who: Ben and Alex What: mission to kill someone because their boss said so, followed by naughty non-fun because Alex said so When: Sunday night Where: undisclosed location Rating: extremely high for violence and sex (some of it not totally consensual; and feeling icky about it) Status: closed/gdoc
Ben was trying very hard to keep Daniel out of his thoughts. This was his first mission since entering what appeared to be a relationship. It was more distracting than Ben had expected. But he was a professional, and he needed to keep his mind sharp and focused on the task at hand.
He and Alex had traveled a great deal to take out this threat. The man they were after had been identified by the intelligence team at Seagram. A bunch of computer nerds who somehow managed to find threats without ever leaving their dungeon-like work space. Ben had to trust them, but he wondered sometimes if they understood the sort of danger they were sending agents into.
The flight was mostly quiet, but not the ride to their drop off location. Alex decided to get chatty while the men were gearing up for their mission. Tuxedos would be required tonight. Perfect. Ben would have to put up with Alex looking incredible but being just as intolerable as ever.
The mission was simple: eliminate one Reginald Winters. There would be a crowd at the party but any interference with security was Ben’s to take care of with his special gift of pain manipulation. Once inside, all Alex needed to was to suggest to Winters’ assistant, a hot leggy redhead whom he might have to play with later, if time allowed, that her boss needed to come talk to the two agents in private. After Winters was delivered, a bullet to his head would put him down and out. Easy Peasy.
But before all of that, Ben and Alex were getting ready - they had to look the part. Tying his bowtie, he hated bowties, he looked into the mirror and decided he’d have to make the time to nail the redhead. Ben was capable enough and he could find something to pass the time. “How are you with disposal?” he asked, referring to the soon to be dead Reginald Winters. “It can go one of two ways; we take care of the body and go or we make it more spectacular. Pity you aren’t that twat of a firestarter who tried to burn down our building a while ago.” Granted, burning down Winters’ home might prove to bring more attention than needed for the job.
“Also, dibs on the target’s assistant,” he added with a charming smile. It never seemed to bother Alex to talk about killing and fucking in the same sentence. “I’m sure she’ll have a friend for you. If not, we’ll just have her find one for you. What’s your taste?” he asked, smoothing down his jacket once it was on his body.
Ben grew tired of watching Alex mess up his bow tie, so he motioned for Alex to drop his hands. Ben tied it quickly and easily. He had worn a lot of tuxes over the years. "I'm fine with disposal, but if he has associates who could do with a good scare, might be better to leave a mess behind, so long as we're careful with our identities, evidence, and avoid cameras."
Seemed Alex would struggle with the easy in and out though, at least when it came to the mission. He was looking to fuck their target's assistant. "Can't you wait until we leave the party? I'll fucking buy you a hooker. Less chance of you getting caught with your pants down. Literally." Ben rolled his eyes as he slipped into his jacket. "I like blondes," he said with a smirk, "Tall ones with great asses." All true, and he planned to fuck his own tall blonde with a great ass as soon as they returned home.
Ben tied the tie too easily for it to be an infrequent occurrence which raised a host of questions in Alex’s mind. Looking back at the mirror, he looked at Ben’s work and nodded. “Nicely done,” he said softly before letting out a soft laugh. “We have identities and cameras won’t be an issue. According to the file, he’s a privacy freak, one of those tin foil hat guys.”
“Maybe we’ll just take her and what blond she finds for you when we’re done and go to celebrate. But whatever the plan know this,” he said clapping Ben’s shoulder with his hand. “I never pay for it. And I doubt you do either, so lets not even consider that as a reality. We take what we need. And on that note, we need to move. So if you and your bowtie knowing self are ready?”
It wasn't that Ben made an effort to keep his affluent life a secret, he just didn't broadcast his status as multi millionaire from a political dynasty. It didn't much matter to him, and he did worry people would treat him differently if they all knew.
"Then watch yourself with the evidence." Ben said it in such a way that Alex would get the meaning. Wrap it up.
Alex didn't leave Ben much of a choice. Besides, the promise of pussy would keep the 'leader' in line. Alex wasn't easy to work with under the best circumstances, but he was even worse when grumpy because he'd been denied the spoils of war. "I'm ready." It was all he could say. He had no reason to reject Alex's commands, and Ben honestly just wanted to get the kill, get Alex laid, and get back to Daniel.
They climbed out of the SUV. Ben immediately buttoned his jacket and smoothed his hands down the front. He looked like he'd been born in formal attire, and in truth, he'd dressed up more days of his life than he had dressed down.
Ben followed Alex's lead through the doors and into the party. It was surprising that Alex had been picked as lead. Ben was more comfortable and familiar with such events, but it was soon clear that this party was thrown by someone with new money, and they might be more inclined to chat up someone like Alex.
Alex wasn’t always looking to get laid but he certainly wasn’t going to pass it up if it came his way. And he was always careful with regards to condoms. The last thing he wanted on this planet was some brat running around. “Always,” he said with a smile. Getting into the party was the easy part - even if there had been issues with a guest list, Alex simply had to inform the gatekeeper that they were on any list that may exist. The list holder would see their names and they would be let in. It wasn’t about money, it was about mutant powers being put to good use. It didn’t hurt that Alex and Ben were handsome because the list keeper was a somewhat frumpy older woman who nearly swooned when Ben smiled at her. She’d remember the two men entering the party if push came to shove but that’s why gun clips came with more than one bullet.
The plan was to shoot their target but Alex always had a back up plan in case something went wrong. Failure was not an option. If the gun option didn’t pan out, there was always the knife (which rested in a sheath comfortably against his back. Spotting the redhead, Alex turned and smiled to Ben. “We’re up,”
Smiling, being courteous, and all that crap came easily to Ben. He knew how to behave to avoid suspicion at such an event. But the whole thing made him uncomfortable. He had escaped this sort of life and felt he was better off as a result. Most rich people irritated him. They tended to be jerks to those who were less fortunate, and they loved bragging, even in subtle ways, about their wealth and all it included. Nope. Not for him. Horses had been the only perk to being rich that he could see.
Ben saw the redhead the same time as Alex and turned so she couldn't see what he said. "How do you wanna handle it?" Ben asked. He was letting Alex call the shots.
Alex looked around the room and took mental notes. They had marginal intel on the facility but not detailed enough to not get eyes on their location. Alex didn’t want to chance anything, despite what Ben thought was a carefree attitude to missions. “Why don’t you go chat up someone? Have a drink? Mingle. Lets not look too ‘we’re here to kill someone’.”
He couldn’t have planned it better but a server was walking around with trays loaded with champagne flutes. Carefully taking two, he handed one to Ben. “It’s a party,” Alex said with a smile. “Try to look happy to be here.”
Ben had to work very hard to avoid rolling his eyes. He took the champagne and then a quick sip from the glass before leaving Alex’s company. Alex wanted him to mingle? Fine. Ben could do that. He’d show Alex that he was better at this, that he should have been made the lead for the mission.
Finding a few women who were clearly social climbers looking to find a new ATM, Ben deposited himself right in the middle of them. He was charming, funny, and flirty. It wasn’t long before two of them had latched on to him. As golddiggers, they knew what to look for, and they saw it in Ben. His watch, his cufflinks, his manner of speaking. It all screamed money. He told them about his country home, made up a vineyard, and discussed his annoyance with the current conversion rate between Euros and US dollars.
But Ben’s eyes never strayed too far. He made sure to track Alex’s movements and stay alert throughout this little show.
Alex wasn’t going to mingle, he wanted to get the lay of the land and find the location they needed to get the job done. There would be time to sample the local goods later. But Ben was a good distraction. It never occurred to Alex that Ben should have been made lead - why would it? Alex had plenty of experience in this life style. Ben’s just came as a birthright not as a talent.
Finding the room he was looking for, he smiled. This is where Reginald Winters would die. It was far enough removed from the guests yet not so far where Alex and Ben couldn’t escape quietly back into the party before mysteriously leaving, no one remembering seeing them if Alex had his way.
Standing in the hallway, waiting, the redhead found him. Giving her a sly grin, they chatted for a moment until Alex told her to go find Ben, send him up to the room and then fetch her boss. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could enjoy the evening.
Some blond who couldn’t have been more than twenty years old had both arms wrapped around Ben’s neck, and was teasingly threatening to kiss him all over when the redheaded assistant arrived to rescue him. “So very sorry, ladies. I’ll be back soon. Just need to handle some business.” The women protested, but they let him go, although not before one of them slipped something into his pocket, her hand lingering just a bit too long. Ben pried himself free and jogged after the assistant.
She showed him to a room where Alex was waiting. Ben just gave his teammate a nod. “Hope it’s important,” he said with a grin while he fished out the piece of paper in his pocket. “Miss… ah, Heather… informs me she’s not wearing any panties.” He stuffed it back in his pocket. Golddiggers were such sluts.
”The blond with long legs?” Alex asked, propped up on the corner of the large desk in the office. They had a few moments to kill before Red arrived again. “So once we get back home, what are your plans?” he asked as he removed his gun from the stupid shoulder holster he had been fitted with and the knife sheath and putting both on the desk next to his hip.
He’d seen Ben out on the town but more often than not, he seemed bored with the events and people around him. “I think you should tell me and then forget I asked. You can do that, can’t you, Ben?” Of course Ben could and he wouldn’t know what hit him.
“I believe so. Hard keeping track of names when they’re all giggling and groping like that.” Lie. Ben knew exactly which one had molested his groin in her rush to slip him a note like a twelve year old girl with a crush.
Ben wasn’t prepared for Alex’s underhanded move. Using his ability against a fellow agent, while on a mission, simply for his own entertainment? It was cold, and if Ben had the ability to avoid the question or remember answering it, he might have pulled his gun on Alex. The guy was a liability anyway. As it was, Ben had no choice.
“I’m going to find Daniel and fuck him,” he replied simply and then immediately forgot. He continued on as though they were still discussing Heather. “So, I suppose while I’m with Heather, you’re going to introduce the assistant to your cock?” Ben opened his jacket and rummaged through the inner pocket until he found a condom, then tossed it at Alex. “No evidence.”
There were roughly a thousand answers Ben could have given that would have seemed tiresome but that, going to find Daniel and fuck him wasn’t anything that Alex could have anticipated. He didn’t let his surprise register to Ben so he wouldn’t raise suspicion. Daniel. Daniel Jensen? Alex supposed the who didn’t matter as much as the fact that Ben was looking to fuck a man. That was a tidbit he’d savor and use at the best time.
He laughed as Ben tossed him the condom. “I might. Something tells me she’s just as good on her knees as she is on her back,” he said pocketing it just in case. Less work on his part as well.
As the woman returned with Winters, Alex stood, partially blocking his weapons on the desk. She thoughtfully closed the door behind her. “Reggie,” Alex said to the man, clearly confused by the two strangers in his office. “You’ve been bad. We’re here to correct that.” There was no use in small talk when killing someone.
Ben was armed as well, but he rarely bothered with shooting on a mission. His ability to cripple others with pain was just as effective. Perhaps even more so, because humans couldn’t disarm him. He kept quiet and let Alex get on with it. But there was no denying that a twinge of guilt flared inside of Ben when he saw the man drop to the floor. Winters was a mutant. Killing fellow mutants never felt good. It didn’t sit well with Ben, but he knew how to take orders, and he knew that Winters was dangerous.
“Good silencer. Is it new?” he asked Alex while quickly pulling off his jacket and shirt. He didn’t want to get blood on his tux during the clean up. “Balcony overlooks the water. Help me toss him from it.”
Before moving, Alex looked at the woman, now standing there shocked. “Close your eyes. It will be over soon,” he said softly. If people didn’t know Alex, they might have said he sounded sincere in his concern for her. They’d be wrong.
“It is,” he said casually as he did the same with the jacket and shirt over his body. Fuck the tie. Moving the body was a good plan; he was just going to leave the body but this was much more effective and smart. Head shots were generally effective in killing. Checking for a pulse to make sure the bastard actually died, Alex nodded and moved to open the French doors to the balcony. “It adds very little weight to the gun.”
Moving to the opposite side of the body, he lifted with Ben and easily disposed of the body. Mission accomplished.
Ben briefly focused his attention on the woman, pulling pain from her that was caused by seeing her boss murdered. No reason for her to suffer in the few minutes before Alex wiped her memory. Then Ben’s attention turned back to the body. Between the two of them, both strong and able bodied men, it was easy tossing Winters off the balcony into the crashing waves below. A fisherman might find the guy in a few days time, his body riddled with bite marks from the local sealife.
“Take care of Red,” Ben urged as he wiped his hands. “I’ll clean up the mess.” He pulled a small, flat package from the inside of his tuxedo jacket. Inside were chemicals that would take care of the blood stain. Ben also had a cloth to remove any fingerprints they might have left behind.
Alex pulled his shirt back on and went to the woman. “It’s all over,” he said softly, nearly tenderly. “You didn’t see anything and your boss had to leave the country suddenly but you don’t have any idea where he went.” He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and tipped her chin up as she opened her eyes. Ok he wasn’t an asshole all the time. “You won’t remember seeing my associate or myself here tonight.”
Tucking his shirt in and grabbing his jacket, he left his tie stuffed in his pocket. “Lets go get you a drink and have a good evening, alright?” he asked, glancing back to Ben to give him a nod. The plan was still on track. Once Ben was done, he’d find Alex and they’d get the hell out of there.
Ben looked up from his work on the blood stain to see Alex ‘comforting’ the woman. Her fears vanished without a trace, and suddenly she was flirting with him again. It was an incredible gift that Alex had been given, though dangerous, especially because Alex was the one who possessed it. No way would the guy use his gift responsibly. In fact, right now, he was likely going to use it to get laid. Ben wondered if that could count as rape.
He nodded in return to Alex and set about finishing the clean up process. When Ben was done, he put himself back together and returned to the party as though nothing had happened. The women quickly found him, including Heather, who ran up to him to offer a big kiss on the corner of his mouth. Ben played along and wrapped an arm around her. It was a possessive gesture, one that made the other ladies eventually wander off disappointed. “Let’s get you a drink, and then you can tell me when you managed to write that note that ended up in my pocket,” he said with a wink while signaling a waiter.
Mingling among the crowd, Alex saw Ben return and put his arm around the woman. Heather, he assumed. Leggy blondes. “My ass,” he muttered as he took a drink from his glass. The assistant was now back to her overly chipper self, not remembering that she’d just witnessed a murder.
The party went on smoothly enough, no one really questioning where their host was. But Alex wasn’t standing idly by. Everyone he spoke to, and he was making the rounds successfully, he removed the memory of Ben and himself from the party. While he worked, he kept an eye on Ben and the woman. It was a good act.
Ben waited until it appeared Alex had made a full lap around the party. Yes, Ben was watching, and he was keeping tabs of how many memories Alex altered. But he could multitask, and so it was perfectly easy to continue to entertain Heather, who was growing bolder with her touches by the second. He grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her in Alex’s direction. “Ready to get out of here?” he asked Alex, Heather giggling stupidly at his side.
Alex turned and smiled at the simple girl. “You must be Heather,” he said with a smooth smile giving her the once over. “Will you be joining us this evening? I have a feeling your new friend here wouldn’t mind one bit.”
They had a hotel booked for the night should they need it and Alex figured why not. Originally he had thought it would give him time to grill him about Daniel but now, he had other plans. He gave Ben a smile and a pat on the shoulder. “You do like leggy blondes, right?”
Heather nodded like a fucking bobble head. Ben had picked her because she fit the profile of the ‘woman’ he’d described to Alex earlier, but she was as dumb as they came, and he was dreading spending more time with her. He couldn’t admit that though. He had to seem like the sort of asshole who just wanted to get his dick wet in her hot body. “Let’s get to the hotel. Fucking new money makes me sick,” he said arrogantly, which Heather just loved. She’d found herself a new ATM.
Ben kept his arm wrapped around Heather as they made their way out the door to the SUV. The driver, who was a Syndicate hire, opened the door for the men and their dates. Ben slid inside after Heather, who quickly climbed on his lap. He thought of Daniel. He had to think of Daniel. It was the only way he’d be able to fake his way through this.
Alex had the redhead, her name was Sarah, next to him, keeping her close. She was, at this point, a distraction more than anything. The gears in Alex’s brain were churning over time. No one ever accused Alex of being a nice guy afterall. He’d work his plan and get information in the process. There was a reason people didn’t get close to Alex Ripley.
At the hotel, the room turned out to be a suite which served his purposes better than he could have hoped for. In the elevator, he pulled the two women close and whispered to them, giving Ben a wink. “You are going to have the best night of your fucking miserable lives. You’ll do whatever Ben wants or what I tell you and you’ll be thankful for it. Then you won’t remember a damn thing about the evening. Sound like something you want?” he asked, knowing they’d be drooling to say yes. Both women nodded which made Alex smile more
Ben’s stomach clenched at Alex’s words in the elevator. He glared at Alex. “I hardly need your help. I was doing just fine without you manipulating their minds.” Ben felt even more guilty now. Not only was he cheating on Daniel, though they hadn’t set any rules for this sort of thing, but he was also going to be fucking women who weren’t fully consenting to it. Sure, Heather had been eager to hop on his cock, that much was clear, but it made him feel disgusting now knowing she’d do anything he asked of her because Alex said so.
Ben grabbed Heather’s hand when the elevator doors opened and dragged her off toward their suite. This was going to be one of the worst nights of his life, but he couldn’t let Alex know that. He had to play the game. He had to pretend to enjoy himself.
Once in the room, Ben quickly pulled off his jacket, and Heather, without being told to do so, attacked the buttons on his shirt as well as his mouth. Thinking of Daniel was difficult now. It made him feel more guilty. He’d never get hard with such emotions plaguing him. Ben was honestly tempted to murder Alex, but he kept up the act. The hem of Heather’s dress was roughly hiked up, and Ben pinned her against the wall as he started kissing her neck.
They might not have needed encouragement but the mind wiping was vital. “Relax, Benny,” Alex called out after the two head of him and Sarah. He let out a laugh at Ben’s obvious frustration. In the room, Alex tossed his jacket onto a chair and whispered to Sarah. “He’s gonna fuck her right here for us. If you don’t want to watch, I can think of other things you can do,” he purred into her ear.
Getting a beer from the fridge, he cracked it open and took a seat on the couch. Sarah eager to please bent over the back of the couch and kissed Alex’s neck as he hands worked open his buttons.
Ben just had to fucking do it. Get it over with. Then he could pass out and go home in the morning to feel like shit about himself. Heather was trying to help him. Her hands made quick work of his shirt and then moved on to his pants, wiggling into the waistband of his boxer briefs to start stroking his cock. Ben closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that her hands felt different from Daniel’s. If he could focus hard enough on Daniel, he could get it up. It was a trick he’d learned years ago. Think about hot dudes, get hard, and fuck a woman to keep up appearances. Heather kept stroking, and Ben kept fantasizing until he was hard. He kissed her roughly to push through the anger he felt right now.
A slut like Heather didn’t worry about condoms, because she probably hoped to get knocked up with some rich guy’s kid. But there was no way Ben would risk it. He pulled away from her, and picked his jacket up off the ground to find another rubber, since he’d already given one to Alex. The brief break from Heather gave him a glimpse of Alex, who was watching from the couch. Maybe Alex was gay.
Alex wasn’t gay but he liked porn. Who didn’t? He took another drink of his beer as Sarah moved in front of him and got on her knees. She was an efficient worker - was she boning Winters too? Before long she had his cock out and sucking it like there was no tomorrow. It had been a long day and if he could get off while having a drink, all the better.
Ben and Heather were not a disappointment. She certainly didn’t need help from Alex as she was getting out of her dress like it was on fire. No she was all in from the get go. “Wrap it up, Benny.”
“Fuck you, Alex,” Ben spat out harder than he should have. “If you keep staring at me, I’m gonna start to worry about you. Only Heather, and maybe Sarah, are getting my cock tonight.” Yes, act like a homophobe, because that would make everyone think he was straight. He rolled on the rubber as Heather stripped off her bra. She wasn’t lying about not wearing panties, though her tits were clearly smaller than advertised, but she wasn’t flat. She was pre boob job. No wonder she was looking for a sugar daddy. No doubt she was a model slash actress slash waitress.
Heather pawed at Ben, pulling him over to the other couch. “Come here, baby, they can’t hold a candle to us,” she declared with a little look in Alex’s direction.
Alex let out a laugh. “That’s some ego on you, Benny. No, cock isn’t my thing. I’m more about the pussy and this bitch’s mouth. Jesus, she’s good,” he said treating Sarah more like a thing than a woman. But that was Alex. They were all interchangeable.
“Ladies, you won’t hear this next part. This is just for the men,” he said before taking another swig of his drink. “Benny, tell me more about Daniel. Not that you’ll remember but I want to know what he’s like. Do you suck his cock?”
It disgusted Ben to hear Alex talk about Sarah like that. But how was Ben any better? He was about to fuck Heather just to maintain his cover. Ben felt like a terrible person, absolutely lower than dirt right now. How hard would it be to kill Alex and make it look as though the mission had been compromised? He could even injure himself to make it look as though he’d barely escaped with his life. Surely that would be better than taking part in Alex’s fucked up sex games.
Just as Ben was truly starting to consider this option, Alex’s words, laced with control, wormed their way into Ben’s mind. “I do,” he replied honestly. “He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met,” Ben started, and with his mind so completely focused on Daniel and everything he liked about the guy, it was easy to keep his erection. Heather pushed him down onto the couch and climbed onto his lap. The girl had porn star moves. She slid herself over his cock and started to ride him. Ben barely noticed. Heather was doing all the work as Ben talked about his boyfriend while wearing a soft smile. “He’s beautiful and kind. So understanding. He makes me feel safe.”
”That’s beautiful, Benny,” he said as he threaded his fingers through Sarah’s hair giving it a tug. “Are you going to run away and live happily ever after. Leave your home with us at the Tower? What does your lover boy do?” As long as he kept Ben talking, he could get all sorts of information. He wanted to know about Daniel and if it was really his fellow agent keeping such a big secret.
“While you’re at it, how does it feel to fuck that pussy? Is it as good as your Daniel’s ass?” he asked, his voice becoming strained slightly as his balls tightened. She was good.
“No, we’re not leaving. He’s already worried about people questioning his allegiance to the Syndicate.” Ben groaned slightly as Heather’s muscles squeezed him. The roll of her hips was truly exceptional. He couldn’t deny how good she felt, better than normal since he was distracted from thinking too much about the fact that he was fucking a woman, not Daniel. “She feels good,” he admitted, “But Daniel’s mouth is better. I haven’t had his ass yet.” Yet being key, because they’d talked about some flexibility on that front. Ben preferred being the bottom, but he wouldn’t say no to giving just as good as he got.
Alex tipped his head back and smiled. Jensen, and there was a bonus issue about his loyalty. This just kept getting better and better. Getting head didn’t hurt either. “Benny just forget this conversation about your Daniel ever happened and enjoy Heather. Don’t hold back and just enjoy fucking her,” Alex said as he pulled Sarah’s head away and getting her to stand. “We’re just going to leave you alone with your thoughts.”
Taking Sarah by the hand, he led her to the bedroom. Looking over his shoulder, he watched Ben again. Ben Harrison was gay and he was with Daniel Jensen. He couldn’t have asked for better news.
Ben nodded at the instructions, then he forgot all about them. He forgot the conversation. As far as he knew, he’d just been busy fucking Heather the whole time, actually enjoying it. He was enjoying it. Strange. Ben didn’t usually like fucking women. He had always forced himself to pretend, but it wasn’t real. This felt good though. Maybe it was just because Heather was so damn talented. She rode him hard, and he gave back everything he was getting once Alex left. Trust a man who had spent his whole life riding horses to know a thing or two about moving his hips. He showed Heather a good time before finally coming.
Finished and strangely exhausted, physically and mentally, Ben moved Heather off his lap and headed back into his own bedroom, collapsing on the bed. Heather followed and curled up next to him. He didn’t care. He just wanted to sleep. It came to him with surprising ease, but his night was filled with bad dreams.