After the fires before the flood, my sweet baby, I need fresh blood

[47redbirds]

Mike is a number of things. Secretive, oddly retentive about the chore wheel, Brigg's second-in-command, and smart as a whip. He also trusts Billy. Maybe not implicitly, but he does. It's been a while since Billy's first task, and while he still stays by Mike's side for the most part, the crew's beginning to respect him, too. Not just Johnny--Jakes had made a point to shake his hand after a particularly hairy getaway between him and the Chechens.

Mike starts drinking with Billy after a good run. He's damn good at pool and can hold his beer for someone who looks so straight-laced, even with scruff. Boy-band or not, the only personal thing that wound up causing a stir outside what they do is Mike punching someone in The Drop because they were harassing a girl. For a criminal, he's oddly well put together.

It's one o'clock in the morning when Mike texts him. It's nothing but an address to a motel and a room number, but when Mike texts it's mandatory Billy shows up. Another exercise, maybe. Another deal. The whole Graceland group had been very careful with Mike--most of the stuff he was a part in he either never got to actually see the transaction or it was far too minor. Not all the heat is off of him, it seems, but he's trusted. Mike trusts him enough to send him the text. It's the room to the corner, and it's run down and shitty. When Mike opens the door, it looks like he hasn't slept in days despite the fact that Billy was asked to get him out of bed since Paige wasn't there. He's also smoking, which is both disconcerting and never seen before.

There's something else, though, and it's not just his hair pushed back from his face. The white tank top he's wearing is spattered with red liquid, as is his chin. His hands are covered, even the one holding the cigarette while he exhales and lets the other in. It's blood.

Once Mike closes the door, it's immediately apparent why: there's a girl in the bathtub, the tiles covered as someone stabbed her more than a few times, and on the bed a man. What is probably a man judging from the fact that he's naked--his face has been mangled, it seems, by a rather large number of bullets to the face as well as a champagne bottle.

Mike takes another drag of the cigarette.

"Thanks for meeting me here."

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[47redbirds]

"Sure, sure, but I'm fairly certain after everything you've done? No one gives a shit who you fuck." It's meant to be nice and casual--Mike smiles, widely, and sort of half-waves since the other says he's not going to be moving.

He leaves, but not without a faint smile at his bed.

Yeah. He can get used to this.

[heroeswork]

Billy was so accustomed to seizing opportunities when he saw them that he leaped on this one before he thought it through completely. It was clear to him that Mike wanted it. Between the kiss out on the peer and everything in the bedroom before they slept. He read the situation and ran with it, trying to tell himself his own feelings had nothing to do with it.

"Hey," he says as Mike starts to step out the door. "They might not care, but they still talk. Might as well make whatever rumors they're gonna cook up at least somewhat based in reality." He folded his arms behind his head, giving a suggestive wink.

[47redbirds]

Mike had opened the door, at least, before turning around at the other's words. His eyebrow raises, a small grin not quite forming but not leaving his face, and he slowly closes the door.

"This is coming from the same guy that just wanted me to take a nap," He states, and it's a little hard to tell if he's teasing or serious about his apprehension.

[heroeswork]

Billy gave a shrug, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could just let it go. Dismiss the whole scenario and let Mike get back to work. But this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for, wasn't it? A chance to solidify his place in Mike's good graces through his core skill set. It had nothing to do with anythign at all personal.

"Maybe I just wanted you well rested for my own nefarious purposes." A smirk played over his lips. Nevermind that it had been Mike who had been so pushy for such a thing before they napped.

[47redbirds]

"Your own nefarious purposes," Mike echoed, and reaches behind him to actually lock the closed door. He looks at Billy, hair mussed, laying on his bed, and while the other mock-frowns he can't help but actually grin, pleased at this whole thing.

"You, Billy McGee, are a terrible liar," He announces, crossing to the foot of the bed, His arms move down to the corners, gaze firmly on the other. "Your purposes aren't nefarious in the least. You think sex is scandalous?"

[heroeswork]

Billy did what he always did when it came to this sort of thing. He shut off the part of his mind that rang alarm bells that this wrong. He was willingly offering himself to the body guard of a powerful mob boss. Logically, that seemed like a bad plan. But it also shut out any warnings of personal conflict. Really, that's how he ended up so deeply involved with a pyromaniac who ended their relationship by burning everything he owned, including the four walls that contained it all.

"Well, that depends," Billy said as he pushed himself off the headboard, leaning toward Mike. "If sex is just sex, then it's not," he pushed up onto his knees, crawling closer. "It all depends on your...tastes."

[47redbirds]

"Mm-hmm," And as Billy moves closer, Mike leans down, faces inches away from the other. Eyes narrowed, but not with their usual curious paranoia. It's something else entirely--the same look he gave the other earlier, dragging him up to his room.

"My tastes are pretty simple, McGee. I like beer, I like money... And I like a nice ass to grab once in a while. You gonna have a problem with me grabbing your ass, Billy? I'd hate for that to be the case."

[heroeswork]

Billy slid his arms over Mike's shoulder's curling loosely around him. His smirk was playful and teasing. Come on, Mike. He needed more to work with than just that.

"Of course not. But if that's all you've got in the way of taste, you're a far simpler man than I've assumed you to be." He leaned closer still, enough for his breath to be felt over the other's lips.

[47redbirds]

Mike laughs. He can still be the play boy, the tough guy, the marine--which was a complete lie, as he's sure Billy knows by now--but when it comes to stuff like this?

Well. He's no virgin and he doesn't like pussyfooting around this shit, no, but the teasing he could probably do forever. Honestly, he could care less who tops and who bottoms, but he's sure as hell gonna make Billy work for it regardless.

So what, he's a slave driver. Sue him.

That breath over the lips does it, though, and as Billy curls around him Mike is immediately kissing the other, hard and needy but alarmingly sensual, taking his time with every single kiss as his hands move to run up the other's arms.

[heroeswork]

That gave Billy all the information he needed. A blatant invitation to have anything he wanted, but it was mostly to confirm what he'd seen before. He'd run across some people in the past who acted like they wanted control at first but did it only because it was expected of them. But he preferred to allow his target to always take control first. Sure, it was the more dangerous route for him, but when it was trust he was trying to gain, it was always so effective.

So when Mike suddenly closed that distance, he let Mike guide it. He kissed back, matching him every step of the way. As those hands ran over his arms, his own hands shifted, teasing into Mike's hair. Not shifting or changing anything, just running his fingers through those thick locks as they kissed.

(From Mike cause Kat's net blows)

[heroeswork]

Billy kisses back and it's invigorating, like he's just been fully woken up from a deep sleep. He's sure as hell awake now, and as those hands run through his hair as they kiss, he makes a small noise in the back of his throat in appreciation.

He moves Billy's shoulders, though there's a not so gentle shove towards the bed so he's laying on his back. Mike crawls onto him shortly after, straddling the other's hips, pulling his shirt off.

"Go," He motions to the other, signifying he should at least busy himself with his pants.

[heroeswork]

Billy let himself be pushed back, watching Mike with a broad smile as he hit the bed. He certainly looked pleased as Mike climbed on top of him. Something obvious so he didn't have to show just how well he could read Mike.

"So, that's your taste," he remarked. Without hesitation, he set to working Mike's pants free. He dragged them down, along with whatever he might be wearing underneath.

[47redbirds]

"I just think you're attractive when your hands are busy," He muses, and it would be a cold tone except he looks almost amused, peeling off the other's shorts as well.

It's not a lie at all. Mike had been incredibly distracted watching the there's hands on the wheel before. This is no different.

[heroeswork]

Billy lifted his hips to help facilitate the removal of his own before slowly dragging Mike's the rest of the way down. Billy had not noticed Mike's attention on his hands in the car, but he was often too focused on getting them out of one form of danger or another to pay much attention to where Mike's eyes were.

Once Mike's shorts were to his knees, Billy's hands slid back up to his hips, long fingers teasing over ever contour. "And just what should I busy my hands with, next?"

[47redbirds]

"Me," He says simply, and there's not so much wickedness as there is mischief in his eyes, enjoying those hands on his hips. Then again, Billy could touch anywhere and Mike would be perfectly content.

As it was he moves his mouth down on Billy's, not bothering to hide how much ferocity he had, how much he wanted Billy, right then and there. His own hand moved down Billy's treasure trail, stopping just short of the other's actual cock, still preoccupied with biting on the other's lip as he pulls away for more air.

[heroeswork]

Billy, however, didn't waste much time with such teasing. His hand slid easily to Mike's cock. Only once he was there did he tease. His touch was feather-light, almost ghosting over the shaft. Fingers slid with only the lightest touch over the head, more of a promise than an actual action.

All the while he kissed Mike back, seeming to not be aware of the fingers so very close to his own dick. He continued to trail his fingers over that sensitive skin, looking up at Mike with a soft smile as the other pulled back. "Like that?" He asked with a teasing smile.

[47redbirds]

Mike lets the slightest of murmurs escape from his throat, and he actually smiles into another quick kiss before Billy finishes his tone. Flirting, even while teasing him.

Yeah, they were going to get along fine.

"Not quite what I had in mind," He murmurs, and moves his hand down Billy's treasure trail a second time before finally moving to the other's cock.

His fingers curl around one side and his thumb the other, holding Billy's dick in his hand and moving his fingers up and down, more insistent than Billy, but not necessarily aggressive. He shifts, so his legs are apart and on other side of Billy, putting his dick against the others in an attempt to rub them together.

[heroeswork]

Billy intended to continue teasing, asking questions, trying to convince Mike to say what he wanted so Billy could act like he knew exactly what to do from the start. But Mike cut straight through all of that and got right to the point. More or less. Billy had to admit that had wrapped around his cock felt pretty damn good. And for a moment, he let himself enjoy it. His head fell back against the bed, hips rolling up against Mike's hand as he let out a soft moan. It was rare he didn't have to pretend his partner was doing well.

But then Mike shifted, and he felt something else, thick and firm, rubbing against him. It sent a shiver though him, and he let out another involuntary sound. He curled his fingers over Mike's, stroking both of them as he rolled his hips. It was subtle, the way he seemed to know exactly what to do. A minor hint that he may have done this more than once in the past.