“Was that really necessary Marlowe? Considering the men we currently employ, I’d put Harry at the top of the list of the ones who can actually get something done. But then you never liked him very much, did you?”
“In a crowd of properly dressed, socially acceptable people, no one would think twice about a man in a waistcoat. You’ve just gone and proven my point, thank you. The type of people you must associate yourself with…well, the very thought makes me shudder.”
Sweetheart, you do know that our darling Cutter associates with me right?
“A step in the right direction, but let’s not getting into a conversation about your idea of proper clothing, shall we?”
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It’s times like these I’m glad that at least you have some common sense, Talbot.
Excuse me, but I believe I have plenty of common sense. I just… choose not to use it sometimes.
“Well you’ve got the ‘common’ part down, at least.”
Oh? I guess that’s a good thing; don’t want to stick out in a crowd from wearing a nancy boy waistcoat, do I?
“In a crowd of properly dressed, socially acceptable people, no one would think twice about a man in a waistcoat. You’ve just gone and proven my point, thank you. The type of people you must associate yourself with…well, the very thought makes me shudder.”
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It’s times like these I’m glad that at least you have some common sense, Talbot.
Excuse me, but I believe I have plenty of common sense. I just… choose not to use it sometimes.
“Well you’ve got the ‘common’ part down, at least.”
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chloe-uncharted replied to your post: salk;fjsl;kfhla stop being cUTE OK I CANT CONTAIN THE FEELS
Do you think that this means he’ll be unable to talk as much? It might be a blessing…
FAT CHANCE
Maybe we could get Flynn to stick duct tape on his mouth. Both will be happy.
Why use duct tape? Sweetheart i’ve a variety of more permanent methods to keep that arse from talking.
“A bullet always works.”
“WHAT SORT OF BULLET”Nate screamed as he armed himself with an armoury of long range and short range explosive weapons.
…How about we hit him with a tranquilizer first….that will shut him up…
I believe that would be called ‘date rape,’ mate.
I don’t wanna screw the bastard. -huffs and crosses arms- just knock him out and sew his mouth shut….
“Do I really need to ask what’s going on here…?”
chloe-uncharted replied to your post: salk;fjsl;kfhla stop being cUTE OK I CANT CONTAIN THE FEELS
Do you think that this means he’ll be unable to talk as much? It might be a blessing…
FAT CHANCE
Maybe we could get Flynn to stick duct tape on his mouth. Both will be happy.
Why use duct tape? Sweetheart i’ve a variety of more permanent methods to keep that arse from talking.
“A bullet always works.”
The pain was back, growing worse as each second ticked by. It wouldn’t let him sleep, and how he wanted to just sleep and let the darkness take him, to wash away the pain and let him rest. Why did he hurt? If he could just drift off again, it would stop, he could rest. Talbot shifted in his delirium, trying to find a position that would lessen the pain, but every movement hurt, and his body felt so heavy. What was going on…?
The haze seemed to lift a little and blurry memories started to surface. He had been with Harry, they were on a mission. There was gunfire and—he’d been shot. Talbot had been shot trying to save the other man’s life. He had been dying, bleeding out, his life slowly dimming, and then there had been the terrible darkness. His vision had gone first—though perhaps, he reasoned, he’d grown too weak to keep his eyes open—and for a while he knew he was going to die. So then how he was alive now? Talbot honestly had no idea, but he hurt and his body felt heavy and somewhat cold. That meant he was still alive. Was he still dying then?
The effort to open his eyes was great, but Talbot had to know where he was, what was going on. He forced his eyes open, blinking rapidly in the soft light of the room, a room he eventually recognized. He was at the organization, a recovery room they used when someone was injured. Sending an agent to the hospital was too risky, so they had rooms set aside for medical use, as well as a doctor they could trust. But Talbot had never personally expected to have to use one like this.
With a soft cry he managed to at least sit up a little, though he soon fell back against the pillows, breathing harshly. Oh, this was terrible. How long was he going to hurt like this? He couldn’t just be happy that he was alive, he was pissed off that he couldn’t move. And the pain—it was definitely getting worse. Didn’t they think to give him some painkillers or something? Or perhaps they had just worn off…
The first thing Charlie felt was blinding pain in his entire nose. His hands flew to his face, clutching onto his nose to both dull the pain, and to make sure his blood wouldn’t fall to the floor if there was any. Fucking… The pain dulled slowly yet surely into just an ache. Thank God his nose wasn’t broken. Though, it didn’t mean the thug wasn’t royally pissed at a certain individual right now.
Cutter sent an icy glare at Talbot for a moment, seeing Flynn’s reaction out of the corner of his eye shortly after. He had to control himself. It sure as hell wouldn’t be any easier in the future than this, but he had to suck it up. For Harry’s sake, of course. If it was just him and the suited Brit, they would probably be brawling to the death right now, blasting threats at one another until one had a gun pointed at the other’s face.
Charlie held a hand up while keeping his other hand over his nose. He felt a warm liquid spreading on his palm, and didn’t want to make a mess. “Alright, I deserved that,” he admitted nasally. The thug had yet to get even with Talbot, though. Oh, he was in for it now. He grabbed a few tissues that were nearby, wiping his nose clean of the red fluid. Cutter promised himself he was going to get him back.
Pain shot through Talbot’s hand, but the punch had connected solidly and satisfyingly. The brunette shook his hand out a bit, but the sting and temporary loss of composure had definitely been worth it. Now that that was settled, Talbot could really get down to business.
“Glad you and I both understand. And very clever of you not to escalate things. Perhaps you’re not a complete waste after all.”
He slipped past them both to locate some ice, though he wasn’t sure which needed it more; his hand or his face? Being a somewhat vain man, he wanted to keep the swelling on his face down to a minimum, though the ice would unfortunately do nothing for the bruising.
“Remind me to thank you later for your excellent taste in selecting people,” he commented, leveling his icy gaze on Harry. He looked anything but grateful.
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Oh, my god! Flynn’s face split into a dark grin, eyes far too wide with excitement and thrill. Harry didn’t think it was possible for a man to turn so red before. But it seemed that, once again, Talbot was surprising him and he clicked his tongue lightly. “Aww now, lookit you.” He chuckled, pressing his hands against Talbot’s upper arms, using most of his weight to keep him in place. “I haven’t embarrassed you have I?” He wondered if he could get the younger brit’s face to turn purple if he was pushed too far. But before he could properly go about putting the little teasing ideas into motion, Talbot spoke.
“You don’t want me to be nice?” His hips shifted, a slow rocking motion as he leaned over. A little taste as to just what Flynn had in store for him. Lips brushing Talbot’s as he spoke. “I’ll be mean then and get off.” Of course, he didn’t mean it in the sense that Talbot wanted. What fun would there be if he just clambered off him. All hell and fury would break loose, which in itself could be fun. But Flynn had a developed a simple goal in mind to get out of having a punishment, or rather, an early funeral if Talbot’s glare was anything to go by. Simply get him drunk enough on sensation before slipping away. Talbot struck him as the sort of man who didn’t let himself go too often. Which made what he was doing all the more sweet to his devious mind.
It was bad enough to be left feeling so powerless, to have someone treat you as an object of their desire, but to actually feel something from it that he didn’t entirely dislike? That was probably the worst part of it—that, or the small groan that escaped his lips as their hips met causing a ripple of pleasure to course through his body. He didn’t want it to feel good, didn’t want any of it, but it wasn’t exactly something he could help, and that made him feel even worse and more desperate.
“Don’t…don’t you fucking dare.” His voice was low and dangerous, the added cursing meant to make him sound that much more intimidating, but by this point the usual tactics were falling flat. Nothing he had said or could say was going to cause Flynn to rethink his actions and ask for forgiveness. The only way that Talbot was getting out of what was about to happen was to physically force his way out, and thus far all attempts had failed spectacularly.
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