Birds of a Feather

"It's not for me," he growled. "And what the fuck do you want? Isn't the money enough?"

He licked his lips.

"Sex, stupid." He replied grinning widely. "Just. Once. We don't even have to go all the way, just a little bit~"

He punched Crow in the jaw again, making for the door.

"Fuck that. You disgust me!" It wasn't entirely true; after all, he had fantasies about this kind of thing. But Marmu and Daddy couldn't see his dreams; his everyday life was what they no doubt watched from heaven.

He rubbed his sore jaw.

"Oh, come on!" He replied, walking after him. "I know you want it, you can't deny it to me~ No one has ever turned me down!"

"I just did!" he shouted, much too loudly. "I hate you, I hate people like you, and I hate everything you stand for! You raped me--you're disgusting and I hope, no, I know you're going to hell. And I'll piss on your motherfucking grave when you do, you cunt!

"I bet the only thing you're good at whacking is johns' dicks, you little whore! People like you deserve to die covered in all the filth the world has to offer, if only to match the filth of your soul."

He shuddered.

"Oh, my~! You're so...so passionate about this, it's delicious~" He grinned. "Soon, you won't have anywhere to run, little assassino. We'll be together, and alone, and I will have you."

He waved.

"I'll see you when the time comes."

"Fat fucking chance!" he called after him, still holding his aching nose.

-x-

Jans Frank Janssen opened the door with its peeling gold number to reveal a small, sparsely furnished hotel room. There wasn't much to it besides a bed and four walls. He ushered them inside, beaming.

"Now, you see, I'm going to be going with my friend, so I bought a very nice hotel suite for myself somewhere else. You two, on the other hand, need to lie low, which means sharing a cheap room. I gave you my temporary cell number, so contact me if you need anything.

"You two can even share the bed." He pointed to it, laughing loudly. "It can be the assassin's bed! Isn't that great? There are no objections are there?"

Seagull opened his mouth to say something, but Jans cut him off.

"No? Splendid! I hope to never see you fellas again after payday--as they say in Italy, ciao~" He slammed the door, leaving the two of them inside.

Unsurprisingly, the second they were alone, Crow grabbed Seagull and forced him up against the wall, forcing his leg in between Seagull's.

"I told you." He replied, grinning widely. "If you headbutt me again, I'll knock you out and tie you to the fucking bed. I brought rope, just for the occasion."

Instead of headbutting him, Seagull kneed him in the crotch.

"Get. Off." Then he headbutted him for good measure; he couldn't resist.

Crow groaned, taking a step back. Deja vu, much? He wasn't one for repeats, though, and instead of wasting time, he just threw up his hands.

"Fine. But the bed is for mature adults only, leaving you out, baby assassino." He laughed to himself, lounging on the bed. "When you decide to sleep with me, you can sleep on the bed."

"What--fuck no!" he snapped. "If the bed is for mature adults, then only I get it--mature adults aren't whores, jackass!"

"No, unfortunately mature adults have sex and drink alcohol and don't rely on their religion to justify their actions." He teased, not at all joking.

As he laid on the bed, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and exposed his beautiful upper body. He also made sure Seagull was looking when he did so.

Seagull grabbed him by the leg and pulled him off of the bed, letting him land on the hard, hard floor.

"Fuck that!" he shouted, jumping onto the bed. "Mature adults understand what love is."

Crow stood up, removing his shirt, as if he had somehow managed to plan that happening. Next, he began to undo his belt.

"I understand what love is, I just find it stupid." He replied truthfully. "Love makes you blind. Like you! Look how silly you are, acting as if you have to love someone to sleep with them. Oh, but we both know better.

"I bet you're just dying see what's in my pants." He grinned smugly.

"A weapon of Satan," he replied in complete seriousness. He reached into his shirt, squeezing the rosaries that he wore every day.

He burst out laughing, as he finally undid his belt and threw it onto the ground. Next, his pants. He slid them off with ease, until he was wearing only his panties, which were predictably black and lacy. They were also incredibly tiny, and barely qualifiable for any sort of real coverage.

"Well, I suppose I'll just get my shower then? Unless you'd like to join me." He smiled.

"I'd rather kill myself," he spat, spitting at him. "Go fuck yourself."

"Oh, you want to watch me do that~?" He laughed loudly. "Sure, I don't mind if you're a voyeur, silly~"

"...What?" he asked, completely confused.

Crow pulled off his last article of clothing.

"You want to watch me touch myself, right?" He replied, grinning. "I can do that."

Oh, how he loved bending the situation to fit his will.

"What?!" he exclaimed, horrified. He checked his pockets for his guns, but to his horror they were still in his suitcase--airport security and all that. He froze, unsure of what to do; if he left the bed, Crow would take it, but if he did nothing, he'd have to watch him do...disgusting things.

Truth be told, Seagull had never actually found that particular act sinful; his parents had had a "talk" of sorts with him before they had died, and he understood that it was fine in God's eyes. He just found Crow really, really disgusting. What kind of shameless slut did something like that in front of a person they barely knew?!

"Just kidding~!" He replied, laughing heartily. "I haven't even had a shower yet, that would just be disgusting!"

He chuckled to himself as he moved into the bathroom, shutting the door, but leaving it unlocked, of course. Just in case Seagull planned on joining him. He hoped Seagull changed his mind, but he knew it was a long shot. In the case that he didn't, though, Crow had his own brilliant plan.

He stepped into the shower and waited patiently, for a few minutes, rinsing his hair.

Naturally, Seagull didn't join him; he kicked off his tall white boots and cautiously rolled off the bed, crawling toward his suitcase as silently as possible.

Unfortunately, after a certain point, Crow enacted his 'perfect plan', which was basically him masturbating extremely loudly. Just, moaning as obnoxiously as possible, and making sure he moaned Seagull's name whenever appropriate. He was sure that Seagull could hear him over the shower.

He froze, extremely disturbed once he deciphered the noises. His face reddened and his heart pounded; he wasn't alone in his sick fantasies? The thought excited him, but also made him feel more ashamed.

Shaking his head to clear it, he hastily dug through his suitcase for his guns. He was about to head back to the bed when he realized he should probably change while Crow was in the bathroom. Setting his guns down on the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor.