The ultimate Weapon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic


It should have been an easy mission. Just going in, getting rid of the bad stuff and be out of there in no time. Nothing complicated, right? Well, there are thousands of agents working for the
department and some of them weren’t even on jobs, so why the heck did I end up with the worst one possible?! On the way in, he had already lost his gun, disappeared twice because he also lost track
of me, I almost broke my shoulder while opening the door HE was supposed to open with his tools that he “kinda misplaced” and after we were almost done with the clean-up HE managed to activate the
FREAKING ALARM.


It should have been an easy mission. Just going in, getting rid of the bad stuff and be out of there in no time. Nothing complicated, right? Well, there are thousands of agents working for the department and some of them weren’t even on jobs, so why the heck did I end up with the worst one possible?! On the way in, he had already lost his gun, disappeared twice because he also lost track of me, I almost broke my shoulder while opening the door HE was supposed to open with his tools that he “kinda misplaced” and after we were almost done with the clean-up HE managed to activate the FREAKING ALARM. After running for the last couple of minutes to escape the security guys and their dog, they had finally lost them and were able to take some rest. Kahja let out a long sigh. “Alright partner, no more games or mistakes, let’s just get out of here without...,” he say quietly while turned around to look at nothing, clearly nothing but an empty hallway between some containers, “...and there we go, you’re gone AGAIN!” Kahja stopped himself before he could start yelling because the was afraid of triggering the alarm again. A hand grabbed him by his shoulder and made him jump a little, he turned around, his finger on the trigger of his gun, ready to shoot anything that would look like it could kill him. “Chill out, it’s just me,” Matt was standing in front of him, grinning all over his face with his from the earlier run still slightly wet hair falling into his eyes, obviously quite satisfied with himself “still a scary cat, hu?” “Where the hell have you been?” Kahja repressed the urge to hit him and ended up sighing again. He took a deep breath and tried it again: “Where. Have. You. Been.” Matt jerked his shoulders. “You told me to go get myself a weapon, right?,” he waved with his hand to get Kahja’s attention “well, look what I found.” He started to grin again. Kahja lowered his sight to look at the thing in Matt’s hands and his eyes widened in disbelieve. “This is a joke, please tell me that it’s a joke. You did find a pistol, right? Or at least a knife?” Matt smirked and shook his head. “ARE YOU FREAKING serio...” “Shhh!”, Matt used his free hand to cover Kahja’s mouth before he could finish shouting but it was already to late. Claws scratched over stone as the dog came sliding around the next corner. “Shit…,” Kahja’s eyes widened again, now in horror. “Agree,” said Matt as he started to slowly take small steps backwards to get more space between him and the dog as the panic threatened to overwhelm him, “that’s one hell of a dog!” It was almost as big as a small horse, the fur so thin that they could see its massive muscles moving, its small eyes almost unnoticeable in its even darker hair and the worst point, it was definitely not here to play. “Alright, just back up slowly, no big movements and just continue breathing slowly.” whispered Kahja who was well aware of his partners fear of dogs. The dog growled, following every single one of their steps with its black eyes. It gnashed his teeth ready to charge and lowered its head a little as it was starting to follow them. Their body stiffened as it closed up the space between them, that was enough for Matt. “Oh hell no...” He simply ignored Kahja’s warning glaze, turned on the spot and ran without looking back. “Damnit, Matt!” Kahja watched his partners back followed by the dogs tail vanish between the containers, frozen in disbelieve. But the surprise only lasted a split second because someones loud voice got him moving again. He followed his partner while cursing the moment, he had decided to get out of his bed this morning. The strange feeling of being watched overcame Kahja while jogging through the hallways in search of Matt, again. He noticed the cameras a little to late to avoid being noticed and ended up getting chased by the biggest guards he had seen in is whole life. There had been three of them. He had somehow managed to lose one of them through the chase and was just thinking about how to get rid of the other two as he ran around the next corner just to find himself in a dead end. The only way out was the way he came from. “Oh come on, seriously?,” he mumbled. The walls were to smooth to clime and the containers to high for him to reach their top without something to stand on, he was trapped like a mouse in a cage. The only possible way to escape was straight back where he came. He hesitated, loosing valuable seconds as his big persecutors arrived and closed the trap. The smaller one started grinning as soon as he realized Kahja’s miserable situation and opened his mouth to say something. A mistake because he was the first one to get attacked. Kahja jumped at him and his elbow not only hit his opponents nose but also his teeth, knocking some of them out of his mouth. Blood dripped on the floor, the other one stumbled backwards and finally fell down, not moving anymore. But Kahja didn’t even wait until he was sure that the first one was down and not getting up anymore, he had already turned around to the second one. To late, a fist hit him and send him flying against the next container. The impact with the wall echoed in Kahja’s head and a sudden pain numbed his body. His already damaged shoulder protested against the rough treatment as he landed on the ground. His still standing opponent was slowly walking up to him, clearly enjoying the thought of having his enemy look up to him. “What now? Looks like your little mission is still going to be in vain. To bad, isn`t it?.” Kahja glared at him without even trying to hide his hatred. “Oh no worries, we already got what we wanted.”, he hissed while fully concentrating on the knife in the other man’s hands. His enemy’s face hardened and he rose his arm ready to strike. Kahja’s muscles stiffened as he did his best to find a way out of his misery. He really should have stayed under his comfortable blanket this morning. “HEY, ASSHOLE!” The sudden yelling stopped his movement. They looked up and saw Matt standing above them; one hand on his hips, the other one holding his frying pan in the air like Thor’s Hammer. “BEHOLD THE FRYING PAN!,” he screamed and jumped. It felt like Kahja’s heart skipped a beat. Either the guard was to confused by seeing his enemy jumping at him while wielding a pan or he was just to slow to block the piece of metal that was aiming at his head. In both ways he got knocked out instantly and fell to the ground, face down. “And...Touchdown!,” Matt screamed and raised the frying pan in the air again. Then he turned around to look at Kahja, who was still sitting on the ground trying to catch his breath, with sparkling eyes. “See that? That’s why you go get a frying pan. Never out of Ammo. Will always hit your target and…,” he swung the pan around like a host presenting the finest item of the evening, “it’s rustproof and hundred percent steel!” He smirked at Kahja waiting for his reaction like a child on Christmas eve. But his partner was just staring at him, confused and speechless. “Ahm…I…,” Kahja shook his head, searching for words. “The dog…,” was the first thing he finally managed to say. Matt grinned again. “Knocked it out cold,” said he and was clearly proud of his achievement. “What ever, guess we should get out of here first.” He looked around searching for more enemy and reached out to Kahja as soon as he was sure no one would jump at them from behind. His partner grabbed his hand and pulled himself up, he hissed in pain as his shoulder started throbbing again. “Shit, wrong arm...” “You okay?,” Matt was at his side almost instantly, making sure that Kahja wasn’t falling back on the ground by putting one hand between his shoulders for support. “Do I look okay?,” Kahja slowly stretched out his arm to test its movement and his face twisted. “Who’s fault do you think this is? Who was the one who had to forget his skeleton key, so that I had to break down a door? Which was made of FREAKING metal?!” “Yeah, yeah,” Matt muttered as he gently guided his raging friend through the labyrinth of containers in hopes to find the exit. As soon as they where out of danger Kahja’s anger had turned into complete silence, which continued the whole way back to their base. Even Matt wasn’t able to break the icy mood even though he tried it several times but the only result was a silent, annoyed glare. Back home Kahja somehow managed to find the way to his bed, he broke down onto the sheets, to exhausted to even move a muscle. An arm found its way around his shoulders and he lifted his head a little to let it under his neck. A peaceful sound left his lips as he rested his head on the bed again, rubbing his cheek against the warmth. “Are you still angry at me?”, the voice was a single hoarse sound sending warm shivers down his spine. He could feel the other ones silent laugh vibrating through his back, warm breath against his skin and fingers playing with his hair. “That was one exiting day, hu?” Matt whispered again. “Yeah,” Kahja answered, feeling like his voice was to loud in the dark room “just one thing… I really love you but please don’t go running around hitting people with a frying pan again, ‘kay?” Matt laughed again. A deep, full tune that was always sending shivers down Kahja’s spine since the day they had met and before he had know he had been captured by Matt and his magical voice. “And tomorrow I will make fried eggs for breakfast, what do u think?”, the words were so soft that he almost overheard them, almost. Kahja flinched. “Please no more frying pans…, if you do that I’ll get a dog, a big one...” He could feel the smile on his lips as Matt kissed his neck. “Good night, Partner.”


Submitted: September 22, 2018

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