Glass sky (LT fanfic bxb)

Special 2. Abduction

Laurent

Laurent sighed heavily as he lounged on the large leather sofa in his office. Larry just gave him another angry tantrum because Laurent has to be out of the country for almost a month. But this was not the main problem, the main problem is that all this time he must remain out of the access zone. Roy involved him in a very interesting and dirty military operation. This operation is secret and it required strong, experienced people with a very specific ability to survive where others would die. Laurent was a perfect fit, and he hadn't been involved in such operations for several years. Small disassembly with competitors does not count.

Roy giggled nervously, looking at his friend as an old ruin lying on the sofa and an office, or rather what was left of him. Laurent chose not to look at the newly entered Roy, but simply raised his hand and showed the middle finger. Roy just rolled his eyes and swept away the fragments and feathers from the pillow from the chair closest to the sofa, and sat down in it, he was eager to find out in detail how Larry was psyched when he found out that his husband, the leader of crime bosses, the drug lord of almost all of America, Mexico, some countries of Europe, a former fighter of the most secret security service, the one who is called the Beast, without his consent, Larry, signed up for a rather risky, almost fatal operation. What Roy now saw was only the result of a big quarrel between the spouses. Roy and Laurent have been friends for many years, from about the time Laurent first went to jail and Roy became his cellmate. They went through hot spots, hell, and hell. Roy saw how much Laurent disliked negotiations, compromises, and blackmail. Laurent never allowed anyone to command him. But all this was before Larry appeared. This almost innocent boy, spoiled to the marrow by his father, completely changed Laurent's world, gave new priorities, and forced him to compromise. Larry managed to tame the wild beast, but he also managed not to change it, but only to become a little more careful. Roy only grinned when he saw that Laurent was more afraid of getting blood on his clothes than another bastard with a huge barrel who was ordered to kill Laurent. And only Larry, Laurent allowed throwing such tantrums, smashing furniture, yelling at Laurent, or throwing interior items at him. Therefore, Roy was very curious to know how much Laurent's balls had shrunk when he said that in a week he was flying away to the devil knows where, and from where even just wounded there was very little chance of returning.

- I'm guessing I shouldn't show myself to Larry for a while, huh?-  Roy grins widely.

- Yeah. Since the last time, he has been burning with the desire to let your swindler for dessert for you. - Laurent smiled contentedly, enjoying the look of horror on his friend's face. That's the real irony. Roy was not at all afraid of Laurent. But he always felt a genuine sense of fear when Larry threatened him again.

- Judging by your "good-natured" mood, you had enough balls to tell Larry about a small and completely unplanned vacation in a place that even Google maps had not heard of? - either asked, or concluded Roy, barely restraining himself from laughing out loud.

- Asshole. – instead of the answer said, Laurent. For several years now, Laurent has been asking himself why Roy is still alive. Anyone else for such a joke or tone would have taken a bullet right in the forehead, and Roy is still breathing. - I should have killed you the very first night you were placed in my cell.

- Yeah. It was necessary 20 years ago, this would have been pretty relevant. But then you would be very bored without me... and lonely. And now, you love me too much, dear. And besides,, who's going to wipe your crocodile tears when Larry squeezes your balls too hard again?

- I hate you very much. My friendly advice to you, be careful in this jungle, this may be my only chance to stuff you with lead.

- Asshole - Roy still broke down and laughed. - Okay, get your wicked ass off the couch and if you ask nicely, maybe I'll take you home. - Laurent looked at him questioningly. - And you don't have to look at me like that. Your precious husband parked your car in the middle of the road and called a tow truck, so your favorite car is probably already in the impound lot, which is no longer working. And so be it, after your polite request, I will take you. And if you ask very nicely, I will drop you off at the house, and not halfway.