 by R'rain Disclaimer: The characters depicted here do not belong to me and never will. I make no profit off the writing of this story and no copyright infringement is intended. Well, here is it. My first (completed) Once A Thief fanfic. It is an adult story and depicts sexual relations between two men. If that isn't your cup of tea then just bypass this effort and go on with your life. No hard feelings :)
This is nothing more than a romp, and I make no apologies for it The apartment was posh, which was of course to be expected. The Director had tastes far more extravagant than the average person, in all things. But this went beyond that, beyond posh, beyond extravagant. This was, unbelievable. This was...tacky. "You sure this is the right place?" hissed Mac from his position behind the door. "Judging by the motion detectors, silent alarms and video surveillance units that I deactivated, I'd say it's a pretty good guess that we're in the right place." Despite her confidence in her abilities, Li Ann still looked both ways before stepping through the doorway. "What, doesn't everyone have a million dollars of protection on their place of residence?" Vic shot Mac a look and fell into step next to Li Ann, as close as he could get without invading her space. Mac fell in one step behind, and right on Victor's tail. "Mac, where is it?" asked Li Ann, the antics of the two men of no interest to her. "How the hell should I know?" he said loudly. "Shhhh." "Hey, is that what I think it is?" "Is what what you think it is?" asked Victor, swiveling to give him another disgusted and superior look. "Nothing," he said, eyes forward again. "That's a little more about the Director's sex life than I care to know." Victor snorted in derision and Li Ann hushed them again. "Unless you'd care to join me in speculating about what part of the anatomy--" "Will you shut up?" said Victor. "Where should we look first?" His eyes darted around the room, looking for traps as much as he was looking for their objective. "Remember, the real thing. Or the guys in forensic pathology will never let us live it down." Mac picked up a knickknack off one of the shelves and tossed it up in the air a couple of times before setting it back. "Forensic pathology," groaned Li Ann. "Next time they throw a party, someone remind me to stay home. Read a book. Do *anything* but show up." "Hey, this is no big deal," interrupted Mac. "So we get this thing and we bring it back and bingo!, our reputations are *made*." "Yeah, right," sniffed Vic, moving to take Li Ann's arm and recovering his dignity quickly when she brushed him off. "It's really that easy." "We split up," directed Li Ann as they reached a doorway. "I'll take the kitchen, you boys take the bedroom." Mac and Victor looked at one another, then at the smug expression on Li Ann's face. "What? You're not *scared* are you?" "Scared of going into the bedroom of the most vicious sexual predator I've ever met? Nah, of course not," scoffed Mac, taking his first step into the room. It almost gave him cause to take back his words, but he swallowed hard and went forward anyway. "I should stay with you," insisted Victor. "Let Mr. 'this-should-be- easy" over there take care of the bedroom on his own. He'll probably enjoy it a lot more without me in the way, if you know what I mean." "That's gross," said Li Ann, shoving him back towards the room with her elbow. "Let's get this done already and get out of here. We don't have time for this nonsense." "Get a load of her," whispered Mac theatrically, his eyes on Li Ann. She just rolled her eyes and turned her back on them. Mac imitated her motion, then began looking around the room. Victor's eyes were at it again, making a map of the room in his mind and spotting every potential threat and asset. "All right, fine, where do we start?" he said, still standing in the doorway. "Wherever we *want*," said Mac with a wide grin on his face, picking random objects off a table next to the wide bed and studying them intently. Victor made a disgusted noise. "Are you sure you want to be *touching* those? You don't know where they've been." Mac put it down abruptly and rubbed his hand on his jeans. "I was kidding." "I know *that*." He still backed away from the table. "So? Any ideas?" "Not a one. Tell me again why she took this dare?" "Because she's Li Ann. Does she *ever* need another reason?" Vic snorted in agreement. "Yeah, who's immature now." Looking around again, more obviously this time, he started towards the vanity. "How big is this thing?" "Smaller than a breadbox," said Mac, his eyes elsewhere. "Do you think she really brings people here? I mean, voluntarily?" "Do you think I care? What's that, over there by your foot?" "A...table leg?" "You're impossible," said Vic, walking over to him and getting down on his hands and knees. "Why Victor, I never knew you felt that way!" "Shut up and move over," growled Victor as he picked something up off the floor underneath the table, then dropped it again. "Nevermind, it's nothing." Mac's hand pushed him back to the floor as he tried to get up. "Shh, do you hear that?" "Hear *what*? And get your hand off me, would you?" Vic tried to get up again and Mac shoved him back to the floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Guys," hissed Li Ann from just outside the doorway. "She's *here*!" "Who's here?" said Mac. "The Director!" "Shit!" Mac made a dash for the closet door, then turned back, grabbed Vic's shirt as he was getting up off the floor, and threw him into the closet ahead of him. "Watch it!" "Shut *up*!" "Then let go of me!" As Mac pulled the door shut, Vic stood up straight and shook himself off. "Great move, genius. Tell me again how you survived in a Hong Kong crime family? You just *trapped* us in here." "When in doubt, *hide*. I would have though *you*'d know that rule." "My idea of *hiding* doesn't involve being shoved into someone's shoe closet. Couldn't you have picked her walk-in or something?" Victor shifted uncomfortably, ending up pressed against Mac's back. "So sorry, next time I'll make sure to consider all the options for maximum luxury. Now shut up or she's gonna find us anyway." Mac deliberately shoved back against Victor, coming too close for comfort to slamming him against the opposite wall. Vic just grunted, moving forward again and barely leaving breathing room for himself. "Can you hear them?" "I can't hear a thing." Mac resisted the urge to shove back again. There was dead silence as both men just breathed and tried to hear what was going on beyond the closet they were in. Sounds of two disstinct female voices trickled in. "Li Ann's busted." "Yeah, no kidding. And we will be too if you don't put a sock in it." Silence. "Vic?" "What *now*?" "You been loading your pockets or something?" Victor jerked away. "What? No! No way, man. You're crazy." "Then what the *hell* is digging into my back?" "It's...nothing. It's nothing." Silence. "What the hell *is* that?" "Shush." "Move *back* then, would you?" "There's nowhere else to *move*!" Silence. "No. No way. You're turned on!" "Oh fuck you, Mac. Shush. She's going to find us. "You're rubbing up against me." "I am *not*." Silence. "Yes, you are." Mac pressed back against him, feeling the bulge in Victor's pants against his ass. "Oh, yeah, *now* who's rubbing against who?" Mac moved back further, pinning him against the wall again. "Hmmm," he mused. "Nice size, nice rigidity, I think I'll give it an eight." "Smart ass." "It must be, to have figured all that out." Even in the pitch black, Vic swore he could see Mac's grin. "What are you doing?" "Nothing. What are *you* doing?" "Nothing." Mac reached around his back and felt Vic up with his hand. "You're right," he finally conceded. "It's nothing." "Whoa, wait a second. Just who are you calling nothing?" He pushed himself into Mac's hand as he reached around the other man's body. "Ha," he said. "Looks like I'm not the only one." Mac squeezed. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" "Oh, nothing." "If I...If I hear that word one more time I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." "You're gonna *what*?" "I'm gonna..." Swiftly he unzipped Mac's pants and reached his hand inside. "I don't know." "Sure are doing a lot for someone who doesn't know," said Mac with a nonchalant shrug, trying not to make a sound as Vic roughly stroked. "Bet she notices you before she notices me." "You're on." Vic thrust up against him, hard, as he continued to stroke. "You are on." His motions started far from tender, doing his damnedest to get Mac to cry out something, anything. "You do realize," said Mac, gritting his teeth, "that if she catches one of us, she catches both of us." Vic's teeth digging into his shoulder pulled a hiss from his lips. "What the hell?" The motions became faster and stronger--both the thrusting against his ass and the strokes on his cock. The walls seemed even more constrictive as they both breathed harder and used the air more quickly. It was messy as they came--only by the sheerest luck did nothing stain the director's possessions. The rap at the door came unexpectedly. "You boys can come out now," said the Director casually. "Game's over. I win." Her footsteps, walking away from the closet, stopped. "Oh, and you might want to zip up before coming out. You wouldn't want me to get...ideas." Victor just groaned and buried his face in Mac's shirt as Mac tried not to laugh. |