by Demi-X
6:00 P.M.
"Excuse me?" Mac interrupted as he turned around to face the Director.
"I said, the two of you will go into hiding at Mac's place and..." the
Director repeated.
"Yeah, okay, let's... NOT!" this came from Vic.
"YOU TWO will go to Mac's place and sit tight. Li Anne and I and the other
female agents will do the leg work on this one." With that said, she walked
around the chairs to the front of the large table which would usually have
photos, documents and the like on it for the team to review. She bent and
placed her hands on the surface and looked straight at the female member of
the trio who was being unusually quiet. In other times, by now, she would've
had a barrage of questions for the Director. "What's wrong, LiAnne? Cat got
your tongue?"
Li Anne made a 'humph' sound and replied, "Actually I was just thinking
that we probably don't need to worry about the assassin getting the two of
them. With more than 24 hours alone together, they might just do each other in
themselves." She cracked a toothy grin and gave a chuckle at her own jest.
Even though she knew full well that while both men appeared to be polar
opposites, they were in fact very much alike. She figured that by being alone
together in a secure apartment building, they would either build a lasting bond
of camaraderie and loyalty, or the experience would drive a wedge between them
permanently. Her money was on the wedge.
The Director stood up and a phone rang simultaneously at the end of the
table. None of the three agents even dared to reach for her phone themselves
even though Mac was closer to it than her. They all knew that the Director
owned this office and the people in it, and she did not like to share. She
walked over to the phone and picked it up. A short "Yes" was all she gave in
way of a greeting. She listened in silence for about thirty seconds before
saying a simple, "Okay send them up." She hung up without so much as a
good-bye to whoever it was on the other end. Hurting someone's feelings was
never a concern to her... it never was.
A very young messenger hastily stepped in and handed her some photos. "Here
you go, ma'am." was all that the messenger said.
Hmm, new blood. Not bad. Cute. the Director thought as she reached
out with her right hand and grabbed the file folder being offered to her. She
dismissed the kid and gave an appreciative look at his ass when he turned to
go. When she faced back around towards the trio, The Director saw that she
was not the only one admiring the view. "All right, pay attention," she said
to LiAnne who was also staring openly at the messenger's behind. As was Mac
and Victor, although they were looking at the retreating butt on the sly. Each
man were unaware that they were having the same crude thoughts right then.
"What is it?" asked Victor.
The Director held up the photograph of a short, heavy set man in pith hat.
"The oaf's name is irrelevant. However, the name of the former Director he
works for is not. Nicholas Love. He was a director here a few years before
your time." She sighed then, in reminiscence rather than sadness, "He was sort
of a mentor to me." She turned her back to her agents and then added rather
dreamily, "But that's another story for another time."
In breaking their gaze from the Director's, the two of them happened to turn
their heads toward one another at the same time and their eyes met.
"Go to briefing room three to meet Murphy and Camiere. They should be there
by now," the Director said as she handed the file containing information on the
assassinations to LiAnne. "Fill them in on what's been going on. I'll be down
in a minute."
When the two agents had gone, the Director smiled and said out loud to
herself, "Bye, guys have fun." She laughed quietly at what she knew would
happen between the them. After all, she did know everything there was to
know about Victor and Mac. They thought they had kept their secrets from her -
their innermost thoughts, feelings, and wishes—but they were wrong. Words
whispered when orgasm overtook the single participant were recorded and played
back by her. Looks that passed which they thought she didn't notice were caught
and filed away in her memory.
The two of them had thought these things were all private, known only to
themselves. How wrong they were! All their private fantasies belonged to her.
Mac and Vic truly had no secrets from her. Their naivety was sometimes
touching when it wasn't annoying. Stupid, but touching none the less. They
had no idea that their apartments, provided to them by her, were bugged .
8:00 PM
Mac was walking ahead of Victor down the hall to his apartment when he heard
the noise. He immediately froze in his steps by instinct. He cocked his head
to the left as he stood listening intently to catch the noise he had thought he
heard again. Victor continued to walk on, oblivious to what was going on since
his attention was concentrated on finding that last stick of Juicyfruit gum
somewhere at the bottom of one of his pockets. He ended up walking right into
Mac's back. Grunting a soft apology to Mac, he was about to walk on but when
he noticed Mac's immobility, Vic finally became wary. At an instant, he picked
up on Mac's heightened state of alertness and froze in place as well to listen.
Standing only about two inches behind Mac was enough to make Vic feel the
butterfly-like flutterings in his stomach. Victor felt a warmth on his face,
among other places, mainly in the proximity of his groin. He swallowed hard
and leaned into the small distance to whisper in Mac's ear, "What is it?" Vic
was so close to the other man that he not only could smell Mac's cologne but
also his soap and shampoo as well. Great Vic thought, Not only am
I standing here and violating his personal space, but sniffing him too?! Now
I've really lost it.
Mac answered Vic with a softly hissed, "Shh! Listen, do you hear anything?"
Every hair on Mac's body felt like they were standing on end, he hoped it was
only because he thought he had heard a noise. In actuality, Victor's closeness
to him was really turning him on. He could feel Victor's short hot breaths on
his neck and behind his ear. The heavy breathing sent a shiver through Mac and
raised gooseflesh.
Without moving an inch, Victor whispered into his ear again, "I don't hear
anything. Another tenant maybe?"
Mac shook off the slight chill that went through him at the sound and feel of
Vic's very close voice. Trying to ignore his reaction, he smiled slightly and
replied, "Sorry man, it's probably nothing. I'm just a little edgy I
guess."
Victor gave a small chuckle then answered breezily, "Yeah, well to tell you
the truth, I'm feeling a little spooked too. After what happened this
afternoon, you know? Come on, let's get inside, you never know who's peeking
out the peephole, eh?" He wasn't really talking about the possibility of the
assassin peeping out, but rather about being seen practically spooning Mac and
breathing heavily into his ear—and liking it.
He didn't know how accurate his statement was, for the walls did indeed have
eyes. They were not only being watched at that moment, but their little
display of 'closeness' a few minutes earlier was witnessed as well. The watcher
had actually accidentally made the noise that Mac had heard. And this time, it
wasn't the Director who was doing the spying.
8:05 PM
Mac slid the last bolt on his door closed. Since it was well oiled, it made
no sound as it was Mac's intention. One never knew when one would have to
unlock the door and sneak out silently. Having been a professional thief for
almost all his life had left him with many habits that were impossible to
break.
"Safety-minded and cautious. You're a regular boy scout," Victor teased
while grinning at the other agent.
"Yeah well, I'm sure if we went to your place I'll probably find a few extra
locks on the door as well. Maybe a gun or two hidden in the sofa? Am I right?"
Vic laughed and still smiling, answered, "Yeah okay, you got me. There's a
gun or two hidden. A knife stashed here and there. Your standard secret agent
precautions." Vic stopped talking and looked at the man quizzically when he
noticed Mac didn't really seem to be paying attention to what he was saying,
"Heeello? Vic to Mac? Earth to Mars?"
Mac had heard every word Victor had said, but he become distracted by
Victor's bright smile, his even white teeth and those incredibly green
eyes...
"What? Did... did you just say something about my eyes?" Victor asked in a
mildly surprised voice.
Oh Shit! What did I just say? Did I say that out loud? Just try to talk
your way out of this one, Mac! "Oh shit, uh... Victor, my man... heeeey
sorry. I don't know what I was... uh well I know what I was but... Shit I'm
sorry, I should never have said that. I feel like such and idiot... and
um..."
As Mac went on stammering and sputtering out his apology for his unconscious
remark, a revelation hit Victor: Mac found him attractive. He must or else why
the crack about his eyes and the intent gaze upon his face. Mac was appraising
him.
Mac hesitated for just a few seconds. Judging by the look in Vic's eyes,
he really wanted this too. Big time. The decision was easily made. Mac
closed the distance between them by taking one step toward Victor. Reaching
his hands out slowly, he cupped Victor's face gently in his hands and ran his
right thumb over Victor's dry lips. With a great deal of emotion, he said
quietly, "I stand here."
Victor, who had only kissed women before, made an immediate comparison of
them to Mac, and concluded that he loved the way Mac kissed over and above all
of the women, Mac was passionate to the point of being erotically violent. He
was already beginning to love the taste and feel of the other man's lips; he
could definitely get used to them. Vic had been somewhat sexually active with
a young man before when he was in his last year of high school. It was really
nothing more than mutual fondling and hand-jobs. Definitely pleasurable but it
was more experimental than anything. He had never had intercourse with the
guy and in fact, did not even kiss him once.
When Mac saw those big green orbs looking up at him from under a long
fringe of chestnut eyelashes, he was caught, hopelessly caught. He nodded his
head eagerly and quipped, "Let's go and play nice partner."
Vic smiled at the joke. Then, pointing his finger at Vic to waggle it in a
'come here' gesture, he turned and started walking down the hall that led to
his bedroom. Victor followed closely behind.
The Agency
Dobrinsky smiled and shifted his gaze to the two television monitors that
held the view the two hidden cameras were capturing. He had front row center
seats to a show neither participants even knew they were starring in. The
cameras caught basically everything in Mac's master bedroom, they covered the
entire span of the room.
He then extended a beefy arm and turned off both viewing monitors. He had
morals after all. And besides, he had no interest in seeing two men together.
The Director, on the other hand, did not have even one ounce of morality in her
so she would enjoy seeing the two men together. Especially these two guys.
She enjoyed lying to her agents and spying on them even more. The tape will
not only bring her viewing pleasure but it also served as one more weapon to
use against the two agents whenever she wanted to remind them she was in
charge after all. As for Dobrinsky, it was his job to just do as he was told.
Mac's Apartment Building
The man who was inside the apartment two doors down the hall and to the left
of Mac's apartment sat waiting for his cellular phone to ring. He couldn't do
a thing until his boss contacted him even though he itched to. Unfortunately,
that call was not going to come for another 24 hours since his boss was up
North about 100 km away. He couldn't wait to tell his boss that two of the
targets were holed up together.
End...
hen she was finished with her briefing, the Director paced slowly back and
forth behind the three leather chairs, whose three occupants had their backs
to her. The evenly paced clicks of her high heels told Victor that she was
deep in thought.
Just four short hours ago someone had tried to assassinate Victor, and
whoever it was, had almost succeeded too. Luckily, for Victor he had chosen
that moment to bend over in his beach chair to adjust the station on his radio,
so the bullet that had been intended for his head missed him and went through
the cloth chair backing only.
It was a good thing too for the Director since it spared her the trouble of
having to find another agent with Victor's many talents and qualifications to
take his place. Still, with three agents in the agency dead already and now a
near miss in her team, it was just too close to home for comfort.
The Agency's very efficient mobile forensics team had turned up nothing at
the other crime scenes. Not a stray hair or even a piece of lint. There were
surveillance teams now staking out everywhere; someone had better turn up with
some sort of evidence, and fast or the investigation was going to stall,
costing more of the male agents' lives. At the same time, researchers were
combing the files and checking the computer databases to see whom the likely
culprit, or culprits could be.
However, until then, all male agents would be possible targets so she had to
think of something quick to keep Vic and Mac safe. After pacing a while more,
the obvious idea finally popped into her head. Of course! There's only one
thing left to do. Put the remaining male agents into hiding and set the ladies
loose to solve this. She knew the two men wouldn't like the arrangement,
but it was the only way.
With her mind made up, the Director cleared her throat and announced in a
firm voice, "All right, here's what we're gonna do: Vic, Mac, you two will go
into hiding at Mac's place. Li—"
But ever since Victor and she had broken up, Vic and Mac had become closer to
being friends, much to her chagrin. Now instead of LiAnne being the common
denominator between the men, she was more like the proverbial third wheel at
times. Well , thought LiAnne, At least I don't have to listen to
them fighting all the time
"All right, listen up," she glared at Victor and Mac who had their heads
together and were having a quiet dispute about the logistics of staying at
Mac's apartment. When they noticed her look, they ceased arguing immediately
and turned their attentions back at the Director. "Forensics managed to come
up with a few faces in the surveillance photos that may help shed some light on
the situation." She barely got the sentence out before she was interrupted
by a loud knocking coming from the other side of the main doors. "Come," she
snapped.
"My, my, my, look what we have here," the Director intoned breathily after
she had opened up the file.
The Director whirled back around towards the trio again, stared hard at the
two men and warned with a pointed finger "Listen you two, I don't want any
fighting going on between you. For the time being you're not only partners,
but house mates as well. So behave. I mean it when I say that. With LiAnne
and I doing the investigating, the two of you only have each other to watch
your backs. So Vic, you be nice and don't shoot Mac. And Mac, behave so
Victor won't have to shoot you." Her eyebrows shot up into two deep arches as
emphasis to her words. Her firm, hard stare did not waver and in the end, Vic
and Mac looked away first.
Vic's pair of intense green eyes met Mac's pair of deep chestnut brown. Both
of them started slightly when they saw the sparkle in each other's eyes so they
turned their heads away immediately in awkwardness.
They watched the Director walk away from them to her personal desk to pick up
a file and return to the large table, as they tried to sit out their
embarrassment.
After LiAnne closed the door behind herself, The Director turned to Mac and
Vic and stated, "Take this time to get to know one another better. You might
find you two have more in common with one another than you think." She shot
them a rather cryptic smile and held up her hand to stop Victor when he opened
his mouth to say something. "I don't want to hear it, Mansfield. "Go home,
pack your stuff, and then head on over to Mac's place. In the end, you know
you'll have to do as I tell you to so why argue? We will get a hold of you two
when we know anything. Got it?" When they both nodded in assent, she dismissed
them with, "Good, now get out ."
LiAnne, on the other hand, was not so trusting. She would sweep her place on
a daily basis and remove the bugs she found. Assuming the guys did the same,
LiAnne never thought to bring the subject up. However, what she didn't know
was that for every one device found, two more were still hidden.
The Director smiled again. Big Brother is great when you're him.
Mac's Apartment Building
Inside Mac's Apartment
Victor smiled again, very sweetly this time and his eyes shone, making them
look deep green and glassy. His face was a mask of innocence with just a hint
of devilry playing underneath. It was this particular look on Victor's face
that made Mac stop in mid-stammer.
Victor took the pause in Mac's self-deprecating speech as a signal to lean
forward and in one swift, sure motion, place a kiss upon Mac's lips that was
soft yet clearly masculine. Mac had never felt this way when kissing anyone,
including LiAnne. Victor's lips felt right to him, as if standing there kissing
his partner in crime was the most natural act in the world.
Victor kissed a little bit harder and then stuck his tongue out to gently
urge Mac's full lips to open. Mac complied immediately, feeling a pull of
longing that he had never experienced before. When the tip of Victor's tongue
touched Mac's, the effect was electric. Mac ignored his sense of reserve and
gave back to Victor as good as he got. After a few minutes of passionate
kissing, Vic smiled and pulled away. He stepped backwards and then gave Mac
smile angelic enough that it would have charmed Satan himself. "Ball's in
your court now," Victor said breathlessly.
"I think you know what I want.
Now I want to know just where you stand in all of this." While asking the
question, Victor brought his arms up to linger halfway between Mac's hips and
shoulder. He faltered, then and slowly let his arms back down. Victor's
voice was low, hoarse and extremely intense. He was a bundle of nerves inside,
but on the outside he displayed a perfect picture of calm and coolness. It was
a result of his training—never let them see you sweat. Eyes wide and
un-blinking, he continued to look at Mac and waited patiently for an answer.
The intensity in his voice was real, and as much as his mind said, "No, don't
do this. This is crazy." His heart said "Yes" over and over again. Mac tilted
Victors face upwards so he could see into those extraordinary eyes. Victor's
lids fluttered closed and he leaned into Mac, kissing his partner again, lips
parted, tongues met again and hands began to rove over muscular planes of
abdomen and chest. Fingertips explored sensitive surfaces with touches a light
as a bird's feather. The kiss went on; neither one wanting to part.
Mac had never kissed a man before, though he had wanted to. He knew he was
going to remember this moment always and in a vain and slightly selfish way,
Mac wanted Victor to remember this kiss for all time as well.
Presently, Victor broke the seal of the kiss between him and Mac. He opened
his eyes to look at Mac and said to him in a voice husky with need, "Let's go
to the bedroom."
8:15 PM
After a minute Dobrinsky reached forward and grabbed an unopened videotape.
He tore it open and wrote on the label 'Mac & Vic #1' before popping it into
the VCR machine marked 'Camera #5. He sat and watched in amusement the
adult-rated scene unfolding before him. After a few minutes he shook his
head, laughed and said out loud to himself, "Mansfield and Ramsey, who
would've thought."
Though the other operative who had been assigned to this task had missed his
intended target, he had no intention of messing this up like his predecessor
did. He had been here for hours watching and waiting for his assignment to
show up. The Luck of the Irish was with him today. What were the odds of his
target and the last intended victim showing up together at the same place?
Cleaning up these two in one fell swoop would definitely make him look good in
the boss' eyes. And by the way the two of them were acting in the hallway
earlier, they probably wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. He had plenty of
time to act. Luck was definitely on his side today.
He continued his surveillance of the front door entrance to Mac Ramsay's
apartment and settled in for a long evening, biding his time until the phone
rang. When it did he would be ready for it.
