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The Fix should not have been at Mr Bition’s home.
He knew that. It was dangerous for him to be seen, too much, with anyone who employed him. Especially when it was somebody who had hired The Fix as much as Mr Bition had. And yet, The Fix was there, awkwardly standing on Mr Bition’s front porch, rain soaked and anxious, building up the courage to ring the doorbell. He knew that he shouldn’t have been there, but Mr Bition had invited him there. He had said that there would be some sort of reward, for the jobs that The Fix had done for Mr Bition so far. And, while The Fix wasn’t the kind of person who ever needed, or even wanted , a reward- his job was reward enough, to him- The whispered sentence had piqued his interest. What sort of reward did Mr Bition give out? The Fix was already paid for his work, so it probably wasn’t money, unless it was simply more money than usual. A new gun? That could make sense, but- The Fix wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
All The Fix was sure of was that he was here, and he was going to find. The Fix took a deep breath, and finally rang the doorbell with a large, meaty finger.
“Ah, Fix,” Mr Bition drawled, as calm as anything. “I’m glad you could come.”
“Hi?” The Fix said, or maybe asked, awkwardly.
“Come inside,” Mr Bition cooed, as he stepped backward to let The Fix inside.
It was a bit of a squeeze, but The Fix did manage to make it through the doorway, so that was good.
“Take off your shoes,” Mr Bition said. “And your jacket. I don’t want you to track the rain inside.”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” The Fix said.
He carefully took his shoes and coat off, even if it felt- it felt a little bit unnerving, like he was taking his armour off. He still had his gun in his holster, and it wasn’t as though The Fix would even need his gun. He was being brought here for a reward, of some kind, not for a fight. The Fix doubted this was an attempt to kill him. A threat, maybe, but not a murder. Mr Bition wouldn’t bring The Fix to his home, to kill him. That was too messy. Not his style. So- this was something else. Something where The Fix didn’t really need his gun, even though he had it, and The Fix didn’t need his shoes to make a quick escape, even though he wanted them. He was fine. He was fine. He was-
“Come this way, Fix,” Mr Bition said, shaking The Fix out of his rumination.
“Okay,” The Fix said, as he followed Mr Bition down the hallway. “So- what’s this reward?”
“Patience, Fix, is a virtue,” Mr Bition said, instead of actually answering the question. Like he sensed that The Fix was still unnerved, by the whole thing, he continued. “But I can promise you that it will be a good reward.”
The Fix nodded, even though Mr Bition couldn’t see him. The hallway was tight enough that The Fix had to be a step behind him.
“You’ll like it,” Mr Bition said. There was a grin in his voice, even though The Fix couldn’t see his face, either. “But the wait makes it better, doesn’t it?”
“I guess,” The Fix said, still a little bit uncertain. And when he felt uncertain, there was one thing he leant on. “Did you know that frogs-”
“Not now, Fix,” Mr Bition said, shaking his head. He stopped walking, and The Fix nearly bumped into Mr Bition’s back. “Just, relax. And follow me.”
“Okay,” The Fix said.
He followed a step behind Mr Bition, manoeuvring once again through a narrow doorway, to find himself inside-
“A library?” The Fix asked.
“Yes,” Mr Bition said. “My office has books as well, of course. But this is my- personal collection. My personal space, if you will.”
The Fix blinked, taking that information in. “So- this isn’t a work conversation, then. It’s personal.”
“Exactly,” Mr Bition purred. “It’s personal. It’s a reward for the job well done, of course, but- it’s not related to my work.”
“Right,” The Fix said, slowly, although he didn’t exactly understand.
He looked around the library again, looking for any sign of a- of his- gift. But nothing was wrapped, nothing was out of place, nothing was really there except for a desk, and shelves full of books. Mr Bition didn’t exactly seem the kind of guy to give The Fix a book, and, quite honestly, The Fix didn’t exactly seem like the kind of guy who would want a book as a gift. And Mr Bition had seemed rather convinced that The Fix would enjoy this gift, whatever it was. And yet, The Fix still couldn’t see a gift, anywhere. Maybe it was hidden? But why would Mr Bition hide the gift? Unless it was a scavenger hunt? Mr Bition did not seem like the scavenger hunt kind of guy. Well, what harm would there be in asking asking, anyway, the Fix thought.
“So, Mr Bition,” The Fix started.
“Oh, please, call me Mark,” Mr Bition corrected, cutting The Fix off.
“Mark,” The Fix repeated, the word feeling strange and foreign in his mouth. “ Now can I ask about my reward?”
“Oh, yes,” Mr Bition- Mark?- said, as he stepped even closer to The Fix. “I suppose you can.”
“Okay,” The Fix said, still feeling just a little off balance. “So- what is my reward, then?”
“This,” Mark said, with a grin, as he leaned forward and-
And kissed The Fix.
He froze up. He- Mark Bition was kissing him . Why- Why was this happening? The Fix certainly didn’t know. What- what was Mr Bition thinking, doing this? He was Mark Bition, there had to be some sort of self serving undertone- Who did The Fix think he was, by not moving away? He was just frozen, standing there, absolutely frozen. When- when had this ever been an option? The Fix had never thought that this would ever happen, ever. How was this happening right now? It felt like a dream. Or a nightmare. A hallucination, even though elements of the mind didn’t actually experience any of those. Which meant that this must be real, this must be really happening, but- The Fix still didn’t know why it was happening at all. It shouldn’t have been happening. This was Mr Bition. This was his boss. This was- this was a man who was kissing him. Why was he kissing him ?
He didn’t know what was happening, or why it was happening, but- But The Fix couldn’t say that he hated it. He had never kissed someone more. And he had certainly never been kissed before. But here The Fix was, being kissed by Mark Bition. Not just the DA, not just his boss, but- also the man with the nicest hair in Elias’ brain, and the smoothest walk, and the nicest voice and- And, yeah, The Fix didn’t quite mind being kissed by Mark Bition. In fact, he liked it. He quite liked it, actually. He hadn’t ever thought of a person who got kissed. He was a fixer. He was a killer. He was a guy who had a job, and liked his job, and that was that. But- This wasn’t his job, and yet it was nice, too. It was really nice. And- quite frankly, The Fix didn’t want it to end. The Fix wanted to keep being kissed. And- and he wanted to keep kissing Mark.
He, finally, stopped being frozen. He managed to gain the ability to move, but- But The Fix didn’t pull back. He could have pulled back. He could have told Mark to stop. He could have walked out the door and left, without ever looking back. In fact- The Fix should have pulled back. The Fix should have told Mark to stop. The Fix should have walked out the door and left, without ever looking back. But he didn’t. Instead of moving away from the kiss, The Fix moved into the kiss. He didn’t exactly know how to move when being kissed, he certainly didn’t know how to kiss back- But he tried his best. It was intuitive, almost, as he moved. Kissing Mr Bition- Mark - back felt like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it was natural. Like- Well, maybe not like it was the easiest thing in the world, as The Fix’s broad nose bumped into Mr Bition’s, with a loud thumb, stopping the kiss.
The Fix couldn’t help but gasp, as Mr Bition, as Mark , pulled back.
“Was that enough of a reward for you?” Mr Bition asked, with a raised eyebrow, as his hand stayed on The Fix’s shoulder.
“It wasn’t what I was expecting,” The Fix said, slowly.
Mark paused. “You didn’t?”
“No,” The Fix said, flatly. “Was I supposed to?
“Well, yes,” Mark said. “I thought you knew.”
“All you said was that you had a reward for me,” The Fix said, plainly.
“Yes,” Mark said. “A ‘reward’.”
“ Oh ,” The Fix said. “So- It wasn’t a new gun.”
Mark Bition burst out laughing. It was an odd sight, seeing the DA, seeing his boss, seeing Mark Bition , laugh at all, especially the kind of laughter where he was bowled over, holding his own stomach as he laughed. And yet, that was what was happening. Mr Bition, the stone cold, focused, driven Mr Bition was laughing. He was genuinely laughing, to the point where The Fix thought he might have had actual tears in his eyes, at this point. That was an odd sight to see, too. The Fix had never even i magined seeing Mr Bition laugh, not even a polite chuckle. This wasn’t a polite chuckle. It was a full blown laugh, and The Fix was watching it. He really had never thought that he would ever see this. But then again, he had never thought that Mr Bition would tell him to call him ‘Mark’. And, well, he had certainly never thought that Mr Bition would kiss The Fix. That was obviously what was most absurd about this whole thing. It was absurd enough for The Fix to start laughing himself, though far less passionately as Mr Bition was laughing. Still, there the two of them were, standing in Mark Bition’s library, laughing . It certainly was an odd sight.
“I’m sorry,” Mark said, once they both had managed to stop laughing. “I- i really thought you knew that that was coming.”
“I didn’t,” The Fix said.
“And a- you thought I brought you out all this way for a new gun, really?” Mark asked.
The Fix shrugged. “It’s hard to find a gun that fits my hands. And- besides, maybe it was cake.”
“I didn’t bring you here for cake,” Mark said. He paused, clicked his teeth. “Would you like a new gun?”
“Sure,” The Fix said. “But- I didn’t mind this reward, either."
“You didn’t?” Mark asked, with an odd amount of sincerity in his eyes.
“Yes,” The Fix said. “Yes, I really did.”
“Oh,” Mark said, softly. “Then I simply must reward you again. Properly, this time.”
And then Mark leaned in, again, and took The Fix’s head in his hands, again. It was better, now that The Fix was expecting it. There was no fear, and no confusion. There was just Mark’s hand, on the back of his head, and Mark’s chest, pressed up close to his body, and Mark’s lips on his lips. Granted, that was the same as what had happened last time, really, the kiss wasn’t really any different- But now that The Fix wasn’t caught off guard, he could actually, properly, kiss back. Not that The Fix really knew what he was doing, but- He grabbed hold of Mr Bition’s- Mark’s- back, and pulled his even closer. He moved his head iin harmony with Mark’s. He soaked in the kiss, even, unexpectedly, moaning into it at one point- And, well, The Fix had never thought of a kiss as being a reward before. But the way that Mr Bition kissed?
Yes, The Fix thought, as he moaned again. This was most definitely a reward.