[M]Are we Enemies? (Nika)

[iAnubis]

"C'mere, so I can smash your face against the wall until you stop breathing~"

 

Name: Desmond Aracard Dessu

 

Nickname: Des, Red, Wrath

 

Age: Around 20

 

It was a particular rainy day and a red head watching it fall from his place, next to a window at a shallow shady bar. He swirled around his drink before placing his head down and listened to the low music, hard to hear because of others meaningless chatters and the sound of pool being played. Desmond tisked when he smelled smoke near him and slowly rose his head, looking for the culprit who lit that foul smelling garbage. His eyes caught sight of a male standing near the window next to him and he narrowed his eyes. He then rest his cheek on his fist. "'Cuse me asshole, mind smoking that shit somewhere else. I'd like my lungs to be smoke free." he grumbled as he rose. When the male just looked at him and snorted, Desmond smirked and he glanced at his glass. He walked over and plucked the cancer stick from the man and dropped it right onto the floor before stomping it. "Did that get my point across?" he asked with a smile.

 

The smoker looked pretty pissed as he cracked his knuckles. "Yer gunna pay fer that one pretty boy." The red head grinned as he got a crazed look in his eyes. He picked up his glass and ducked the fist that came his way. He dodged another before he kicked the guy in the gut hard with his boot causing the buffer male to bend over. Desmond took the opening and then smashed the glass against the pothers teeth with force. At the sight of blood he chuckled and punched the male in the face to end it. He set the glass down and slapped money on the table before he left. As the rain poured down on him he sighed and dialed a particular number.

 

When the other party answered, he sighed. "Meet me up at the bar... I'm too buzzed to freakin drive."

[nikaanuk]

Name: Thomas Curtis

Age: 20

 

"Do I look like you fucking cabbie?" Thomas asked annoyed. He was in the middle of the training, no time to pick up stupid calls. "I'm busy now, get yourself a cab!" He snorted and hung up.

 

He tossed the phone on the couch and put the speakers up, to hear the news.

He was in their apartment, doing his exercise before work. He needed to stay in good shape for his clients and not only - Des as stupid as he could be he liked him to look good. He took a sip of his water, switching the mode of a treadmill to higher so he needed to put more effort into it. He liked to challenge himself, that was partly why he agreed on living with Desmond - it was always at the edge with him and part of Tom liked it.

 

He was going out tonight, work at the club, so after the training he was going to take a shower and relax a little, eat something and then start to dress up. But that was in next few hours.

[iAnubis]

"Fucking bastard. I'll gut him." Desmond looked at his phone and felt like he wanted to break it into pieced, but instead he started walking around in the rain, hands in his pocket. He'd find a hotel or motel to crash in until he felt better. He looked at the credit card he managed to get from a acquaintance of his. He would of killed her, but for some odd reason he couldn't. Maybe because she was such a two faced crazed bitch. He slipped the card back in his pocket and entered a motel. Paying for one night and then making his way to his assigned room.

 

Des took off his clothes and hung them up before he crashed on the chair on the corner so he could watch the rain fall. It was so calming. He yawned. "Hn. What's he good for anyway?..." Desmond asked out loud. Having partners was troublesome. On his own he could do better... he was sure. But he didn't know or maybe it was that he could not remember what had drawn him to Thomas in the first place. Probably the sex. Most likely. Sex was great especially with pain and blood. Getting hurt was nice. Pain sparked him up. It was intoxicating. The soreness after the night was great too.

 

Desmond smirked a bit. He'd definitely try to stab Thomas to death for not picking him up. Or maybe just beat him up just a little.

[nikaanuk]

With the music playing out loud Thomas got ready to work. He took a long shower, shaved and dressed carefully. He could never figure out what to do with math or biology but he always knew how to look to make people want to fuck him. And the age was right of course, for somone who starts being fifteen there is no way not to sell himself. Certain people get crazy knowing they can fuck an underage teen.

He fixed his hair in front of mirror and adjusted his jacket. On Fridays he always came to the club to meet few regulars, not always was it the most pleasant but they paid well.

Going out he thought he could call Des later to make him come. Maybe he'd be sober at the time, having him could be good idea since Schmitd was in the city again. With this crazy motherfucker you never knew what happens. It'll good to have someone who can fight for you. Especially since they had a history...

 

He called Des sitting in the cab.

[iAnubis]

Desmond managed to fall asleep on the couch rather comftorable and at peace. At least thats what it looked like on the outside. The male stirred as his phone vibrated next to him. He ignored it at first, but as it kept ringing, his eye cracked open, the red pools looked dull before brightening up. Reaching for his cell, he flipped the phone on and sighed. "Hn. You got nerves to call me back... right after hanging up on me. What do you want? I'm busy."

 

Desmond glanced out the window and saw the rain had stopped. Too bad. Getting up the male started to dress himself. "Are you going whoring?" He asked suddenly. He glanced at the clock. He slept longer than he usually did. That was saying something. He was somewhat of an insomniac... but he never liked to sleep much. Being active. Midnight hours made him happy. People came alive at night. Maybe he should kill tonight just for the fuck of it.

[nikaanuk]

Thomas winced and looked at himself in the reflection in the window.

"Yeah, this is how I pay the rent, asshole. Schmidt is back in town, he might be there tonight, I thought you may want to kick his ass if he gets too grabby" he explained and in the reflection he noticed that he is bitting his lip nervously. He stopped.

He knew Desmond well enough to know that he hadn't his portion of beating today, means that he might be useful. And thinking about it now, having him there would save Thomas a lots of troubles.

"I'm going to Red Glove tonight if you feel like to" he added.

[iAnubis]

Desmond clucked his tongue. "Did I spark a nerve princess? Don't have to explain to me why you do what you do. I can care less." he muttered as he started to get dressed. He then walked out of the motel and headed down the street. "Heh. He'll be there? If I want to kick his ass if he gets too grabby?" Des stopped to look both ways. "I dunno. I'm pretty busy. I have so much things to do. And playing body guard isn't on my list. I may stop by or not. Who knows. Bye." Desmond hung up and entered a parking lot. His red eyes scanned the area until he saw the black sports car. He pulled out his keys before getting in. He had a date to pick up.

[nikaanuk]

*Thomas snorted and slide the phone into the inner pocket of his jacket. Now it was all up to Des' stupid moods.

"And it's 'I couldn't care less', moron" he murmured under his breath.

When they stopped in front of a club, he paid and got out.

It was one of the places where people came if they wanted have some fun and needed discetion. He worked here for a year now, slowly making himself known. It was always a game of who was more important than the rest, and who was worth trying. There were very powerful clients and people with lots of money who meant nothing.

 

Thomas nodded to the security guy and came in, looking around. Schmidt was not here yet so he went to the bar to talk to the barman and wait for his clients.

[iAnubis]

Desmond made his way to his destination and snuck in a bath and changed into a pair of black jeans and a black turtle neck. He put his hair in a pony tail before he pulled on his jacket. He slipped on his combat boots. Checking the time, he walked downstairs and saw the female he was looking for waiting by the car door. The pink haired female looked up at him and smiled. "Dessy~ I came as soon as I saw your message. Do you need my help?" she grinned. Desmond smirked and shook his head. "No Veronica. I just thought you would like to accompany me." She rose a brow before shrugging. "Of course." Desmond got in the vehicle and waited on the pinkette before he drove towards the car towards the club.

 

When they arrived, he parked and then made his way in. Veronica flashed her ID. Desmond walked in and as always he scanned the room. He caught sight of Thomas and then went to sit in the back. Deciding to be a shadow and not let his presence known. Veronica followed of course and sat in the booth with a bored expression while she text. "Are you going to kill tonight?" she asked not looking his way. Des kept his eyes on Thomas as he thought. "Maybe. Maybe not."

[nikaanuk]

Soon Mr. Henry appeared, Thomas gritted him with a smile and kissed his cheek. He was always very nice to his clients, unles they wanted it otherwise, they sat together and chat over a drink. Thomas liked the man, he was a surgeon, married with two kids, he liked to fuck him from behind and to tell the truth, he was quite good at it. What Thomas liked the most was that he was easy, there was no problem with moods of different whims, they both knew what they play so the job was always easy and fast.

Knowing that soon Brendan might come, Thomas leaned to Mr. Henry with a smile and whispered into his ear:

"You are the first tonight, would you like to enjoy it upstairs?"

The man looked at him and smiled widely, running his hand up his thigh.

"I was thinking about the bathroom, actually. I don't think I have enough time for the room tonight" he admitted. "I have very importatn dinner later." Thomas laughed.

"Kinky. Good, let's fuck so you have something to think about later" he chuckled and got up.

The man followed after him, not even hiding that he's staring at his ass.

[iAnubis]

Desmond rocked back and forth in his chair as he watched everything go on. He didn't say anything. Nothing was going on that was very interesting after all. He yawned. Veronica placed her phone down and looked at the red head. "Guess it's true when they gingers have no souls hm?" she asked with a deep sigh "If that was my lover I'd go crazy... seeing my person with another guy." she tisked. Desmond just smiled. "That's because you are obsessed." he replied. "No. It's called love." she corrected with a glare. "I don't believe in that bullshit. It's lust and fascination."

 

Desmond slammed his hand down before he got up and walked over to the bar to get something more stronger to drink. It wasn't his scene unless he was sent to shoot someone down. The red head checked his watch before he simply observed. Maybe he'd find another "sponsor" or something to help I'm out in his times of need.

[nikaanuk]

Mr Henry fucked him well. It wasn't like with Des, when Thomas couldn't catch his breath and had bruises left on his hips and wrists, but it was a good fuck and he liked it anyway. They finished quick, Mr Henry being in a hurry, he paid him and kissed his neck. Thomas took some time to prepare himself for Brendan or whoever might come later.

 

Before Thomas came back, Schmidt walked in with a boy on his arm. The German was a tall and handsome man who was selling boys, he tried it with Thomas once but Thomas was lucky enough to refuse the meeting with him. Just later he found out what the man was doing. The boy with him was probably underage but he liked them that way, what made Thomas almost safe.

Not seeing anyone interesting, Schmidt walked to a table and sat down, pulling the boy on his lap.

 

First Mr Henry and after fifteen minutes Thomas walked out of the bathroom, running his hand through his hair he scanned the room and winced a little seeing the German.

[iAnubis]

By this time, Vernoica was right besides the red head. When they saw the German man and the underage boy, both had different reactions. His female companion scowled and looked utterly disgusted. "What the- Ew. That bastard needs to die. Poor boy." she huffed. Desmond seemed unbothered and just returned to his drink. "That's Thomas's man. The one I'm here for just in case he gets touchy. Hm. Who knows Veronica. Maybe you'll see me in action tonight. Maybe you'll even get to see a murder and those are always exhilarating to watch." the male chuckled before he played with a strand of her hair. "Have you ever had sex in another man's blood?" Veronica's eyes widened a bit before she laughed. "No, but maybe you can show me some day." Des winked. "One day."

 

Des spotted Thomas and gave the male a casual wave and turned his attention back to others in the bar. He saw how some of them were looking at the two. He mostly thought they were looking at Veronica. He could never bring himself to actually fuck or let himself be fucked by these people. He preferred the dungeons. At least then he would have great sex. Normal sex was boring. "Later on, let's go visit your friend's club. Maybe we can bring Thomas and introduce him to others."

[nikaanuk]

Thomas nodded towards Des and walked to the bar. It felt good to know the man is here. Especially that the boy Schmidt had tonight, was not pretty enough to keep him busy for the night. And Thomas had few more meetings tonight. Also a client who's causing troubles is not good for bussines. And Tom couldn't affort losing regulars.

 

He ordered another drink and sat down facing the inner of the room. He wanted to avoid the meeting with Schmidt as long as possible.

 

Bad luck, before Brendan came, Schmidt sent Thomas a drink. Tom turned to the man and shook his head pushing the glass away. He didn't want to take anything from him. Then Schmidt sent a waiter to invite him to his table but Thomas refused again. Before the German could come himself, Thomas took the drink he ordered before and walked towards Des' table. "Mind if I join you?" He asked already sitting down. "Nice to meet you, I'm Thomas" he said looking at the woman.

[iAnubis]

Veronica looked at Thomas with a curious look before she eased into a smile and nodded her head. "I know who you are. Dessy tells me so much about you. I'm Veronica, Des's sugar mama. Or more like, he's my big daddy." the female chuckled lowly before she glanced at Desmond who just gave her a blank expression before he sighed. "Don't go calling me big daddy in public. I'm no pimp." He glanced at the German male for a little while before he looked away and his red eyes went to Thomas. "Is that the only person you won't sleep with?" he asked, but didn't want an answer to it. Or it was more like he did not care for it. Desmond sighed as he pulled out a stick of gum and chewed on it. "Hey, do you want to a club with us when you're done here?" Veronica asked "It will be fun." "True. It will be fun." Desmond nodded as he reached over and ruffled Thomas's hair. "But it might not be your thing. It's a BDSM club."

[nikaanuk]

Thomas looked between the two of them and then at Des. "It has nothing to do with sleeping with him, Des. He's crazy. I might wake up in a bloody Berlin, serving three man at once. Imagine how much I want it." He snorted and took a sip of his drink, looking at Victoria. "Clubs? Why everytime you say 'clubs' you mean dark places with very loud music and ropes?" He asked only half hearlty. "No, thank you, but it's definitely not my thing." He shook his head to undo the damage done to his hair by Des. "Besides, after today I'll just want to go to bed and sleep."

It wasn't like he didn't like to go to clubs with Des, he did, sometimes they would go to normal places, more in Thomas' style and they had fun, very loud and very expensive. But it was true that he didn't look forward to any fun tonight.

On an instinct he reached to wipe the side of Des' shirt with his thumb where it had a small wet stain.

[iAnubis]

"Well, three's a crowd, but four is a party." Des shrugged "We're all just a tad crazy and a lot of insane. As a great man I knew once said; Stab em till he's dead. But you know back then I was stabbing my first victim and that man was my neighbor." The red head grinned before he shook his head. "Anyway. This blows. Next time bring a tazer with you. Or at least a pocket knife. And remember. Stab it till it don't move."

 

 

 

Desmond rolled his eyes. "Loud music? The music isn't even loud. It's leather, not ropes. And I wouldn't want a vanilla person like you there anyhow. You'd ruin the mood." The male swirled his finger on the table in one spot. "Hurry up and finish so I can blow this lame place." The red head yawned before he cocked his head to the side when Thomas touched his shirt. "That's wine. My bloody clothes are probably in the hamper. Some people don't know how to hold a glass of wine while going over speed bumps."

[nikaanuk]

Thomas looked up at him and snorted. "I know where all your bloody shirts are - in my fucking washing machine as usual."

He leaned back against the seat. "And I am not going to kill people, Des. That is why I have you, I am a fucking whore, not a killer" he shrugged.

He drank rest of his drink and got up, when to the club came a short blond man with two bodyguards behind him.

 

"You are free now, darling" Thomas smiled at Des and leaned to kiss him quickly. "I'll see you later, maybe" he added with a smirk.

[iAnubis]

Desmond rolled his eyes at the other male. "Oh give me a break. You don't know where all my shirts are. They don't all go in your dryer. Depending on the splatter and the color it can get burned. So don't act like you know." he scoffed before he laughed with a snort. He then stopped and looked at the ceiling. "...Welp don't expect me to be around every time danger strikes. I ain't Superman nor Spiderman. So if you're about to get killed, I ain't going to come crashing in or shit like that. Guess I'll find you dead. But not to fear my dear darling. I'll find out who did them and kill them for you." The red head noticed the blonde man.

 

When he was relieved Desmond wasted no time in standing up. He made a face when he was kissed before he nodded. "Yep. If we live to see the next day. Until then. Ciao." The red head made his way out. Victoria waved before following closely behind. "That was fun." she smiled. "No it wasn't. Alright let's head to the club for the night. We gotta leave early to day though. I have to take care of something for a client. And he's offering some good cash." Victoria chuckled. "I may tag along." Des didn't say anything as he glanced back before he walked out of the club.