A New Addiction

Krew had traveled. Now that was a sign that there was something big going down. Jinx knew that he had only been brought along as back up since Sig was stuck out getting metal head trophies. He may not be the best with a gun, but the threat of a few good charges set around the base of the crime lord Mizo’s club and they would have to let them go. They knew that Krew was crazy enough to actually have Jinx blow the entire place sky high just to make sure that Mizo wouldn’t take over the crime trade.

The boss had been in the conference for a while now, on the other side of the bullet proof glass he could see the two bickering over something or other. From his side of the glass box he could see another standing. He looked like a pansy ass with his little cigarette sitting between the fingers of his flippy little hand. And that coat, what and the hell was that about? Was it going to rain? Jinx continued to stare despite himself. He had to admit, even if the coat was a bit feminine, it sure as hell showed off that slim waist of his, and if the guy had bothered to turn around he was guessing he would have quite an ass.

Placing his ever present cigar in his mouth, Jinx let his eyes continue to wander about on the other man’s body, while glancing from time to time at his boss and the bald guy in there with him. It looked as if they weren’t going to be done any time soon. Giving a bored sigh, the dirty blond leaned back against the cool metal walls and watched the two continue to bicker about the Precursors knew what.

Razer continued to sit in his hip, letting his left one jut out slightly as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. He continued to keep his eyes on the two in the bullet proof box, but every once in a while he would let his green orbs glance over to the only other life form in the room. The man looked like he hadn’t bathed in a week. Even through the glass he could see the grime on his skin and oil in his hair. And was that a cigar? This man was the furthest thing from a gentleman. But the other had to admit, he did have a tightly muscled body, and from the few glimpses of his hands (mostly gotten from when the other went to paw through the pockets on the bandoliers wrapped around his chest) he could see that they were calloused and well used. Razer looked down at his own pristine and elegant hands, those of a pianist, a racer, and scoffed at the other man. Though he couldn’t stop wondering about one thing. Was that narrow waist leading to a muscular ass?

It was another hour later, and quite a few discarded cigarette butts and a couple cigar ends, that the two men finally came forth from their little glass cage. Both were grumpy, tired, and hadn’t seemed to have made any progress. Krew floated over to where Jinx was while Razer went to meet his employer.

“Blood sucker wants my sewers eh.” Krew said unhappily as he floated passed his bomb expert. The two went down to the door at the other end of the hall that encircled the glass room. He could hear Mizo whispering to his laky. Krew was mumbling about how Mizo was trying to swindle him, while Jinx tuned him out for the most part, letting his mind wander off to his projects at home, the bombs beneath his bed, and what that ‘Miss Priss’ looked like from behind.

“Oh well. We will just have to continue our negotiations tomorrow. As soon as we check our room again and find it safe then you are free to do as you will eh.” Jinx snapped back from his thought of undressing the Jet black haired man and nodded. Leaving the corridor they had been following they headed upstairs to Krew’s provided quarters.

Razer had been right. The view from behind the man was quite enjoyable. Take away the soot stains on the pants and he could have passed himself off well among the ladies, though he didn’t doubt the man had his fair share anyways. Especially with that ass. Razor continued to let his mind wander with thoughts of seeing if that part of the man’s body was as scarred as the rest of him, seeing the few scattered along his arms. Mizo’s voice was just annoying back ground babble on how Krew was trying to cut his empire out from under him, as always. It wasn’t until the racer had his boss safely in his room that he was able to light a new cigarette and headed to the lift that had brought them from the sub reaches of Mizo’s little business to the living quarters. Heading down the ten floors it took to get the ‘Gentleman’s Club’ Razor wondered if Krew’s little laky had been aloud to stay out late.