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"You're done, Jason.", Roy said, a grin on his face, his breathing escaping his mouth loudly, a gun pointing to a dark haired man with grey eyes, lying on the floor that once was a kitchen.
"Am I?", asks Jason, surrounded by remains of walls, plates, bowls, knifes, forks - all possible kitchen items - and a lot of dust. Sometime during their previous fight, one of them shot the pipe sink, and now water was flooding around the floor, making Jason's clothes wet - all thanks to his husband.
His husband, who was now pointing a gun to him with a sadistic smile.
"Am I?", Jason repeated, smiling, lifting his upper body and leaning on his elbows.
"Come on, honey. We're married for a while now. No need to pretend you're not practically dead."
Jason chuckled, "Pratically does not equal to actual dead.", he winked to his husband. "Honey."
"Jason, Jason... You're always so focused on those small details...", Roy unlocked his gun, "You can never see the big picture. And this is why I'm so sadly am becoming a widower."
When Roy was about to pull the trigger Jason quickly kicked the man's leg - causing him to not only lose his balance and drop the gun, but also slip on the flooded floor and fall, his back and head hitting the floor.
In obvious pain, Roy was calling his husband all the worst names he could think while Jason grabbed Roy's gun slowly, "Oh, I love you too, darling.", Jason smiled to himself, since Roy had his eyes closed. "You know...", Jason said, still on the floor, next to the man that was about to kill him like it wasn't a big deal, "You not being able to see the details is the reason you are going to fail your mission."
"Blow me", Roy groaned, looking at Jason angrily.
"I'd love to", Jason winked, making Roy roll his eyes, "but not now. I mean, you know how it is - business always comes first. And I still have to kill my husband.", Jason patted Roy's leg, "But killing you now would ruin all the fun, don't you think?", he asked, using Roy's leg as a support to get up, making the other man to groan in pain. Jason looked at him, and as he didn't get any response, he shrugged. "I knew you'd agree. If you don't mind, though, I'm keeping this lovely gift.", we waved his hand holding Roy's gun and left the kitchen.
Cautiously, Roy heard Jason's step leaving the house in a calming, almost comforting way. And for some reason, Roy was still alive.
Still on the floor, he breathed deeply, uncomfortable and in pain but not moving an inch, too busy wondering why Jason didn't simply killed him.
Jason and Roy were both secret spies from different organisations but with almost the same objectives, which would technically make them enemies - if they knew about each other's jobs. They were also married - which was also a mission for both of them. Roy's next mission was to kill Jason. Jason's, to kill Roy.
For the past two days, they were like cat and dog - trying to kill the other first. Now Roy couldn't stop wondering - a few minutes ago, he was about to kill Jason, if he didn't let himself to talk with his target and get distracted. Jason had the perfect opportunity to kill him, to end the mission and get rid of him for good. So why didn't he?
And, most importantly, how Roy also knew Jason wasn't going to kill him, so sure that he didn't fight back when Jason put him down?