Mo's assassins for hire

James & Dani

"He's still dead, if that's what you mean," Dani argued, scrunching his face in that adorable way that always made James want to smooch the man.

"Are you sure?" James challenged, crossing his arms over his chest and throwing Dani a doubtful look. He leaned against a crate, eyes roaming the dim interior of the warehouse with its racks of boxed-up electronics and stashed guns. "It's what you said last time too and look how that went," he argued, indicating the cut along his bicep he'd gotten when he'd been disposing of the 'dead' body from the previous hit.

Dani chewed on his bottom lip, the pink turning a slightly redder tint. "I'm 100% sure this time, I promise. I triple checked the dose."

"And the actual body, did you check that?"

Dani's bright blue eyes narrowed, the gold flecks in them gleaming. He hated being underestimated or lectured but James loved to tease him, to irk him so that fighting spirit would surface. It was a force so in contrast with the man's petite stature and pretty features, a beast that lived inside of Dani that never failed to rile James up.

"There wasn't a need to," Dani stated with conviction, pulling out an assault rifle from one of the bags at his feet.

Uh-oh, that was a 'no' then and potentially more work for James when he got around to doing the clean-up.

"One of these days someone will get me, Dani, and it will be your fault," James concluded, pushing off the crate and approaching Dani whose attention was on the too-big gun. "The Chief won't be happy at all and you'll likely be taken off the team," he mused grabbing Dani's hair and forcing him to look up.

"Then you better be careful, big guy," Dani snorted and ginned from ear to ear, wild eyes zeroing in on James's then dropping down to his mouth, "so you don't get offed."

James let Dani grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in, loving the way he loomed above the other man. He wrapped his hand around Dani's neck tightly but not painfully so, his hold allowing him to feel Dani's erratic anticipation. "What do you want, Dani?" he asked, knowing Dani got off on being made to voice what filthy things he wanted done to him.

"Your hand around my cock and your tongue in my mouth."

"Not in your ass?" James challenged, walking Dani backwards until his back hit the door of the security room.

Dani licked his lips, plunging two fingers inside James's mouth. "Later."

James licked the digits thoroughly, knowing exactly where they were going once they were slicked. He watched strings of saliva drip as Dani took them out, though didn't have it in him to wait until they were inside Dani's ass before he dove in for the man's mouth. Dani opened for him without resistance, his hot tongue greedy and hungry as it battled with James's, coercing throaty moans that he swallowed and reciprocated with his own.

James was on fire, his own cock hard and eager as it pressed against Dani's. They both groaned, hips undulating as they started to pick up rhythm, but before it could create sufficient friction, Dani stopped abruptly and bit down on James's bottom lip.

"Hand on my cock, big guy," he rasped hoarsely, nipping and licking the bruised flesh. He inhaled sharply as James complied and plunged a hand inside Dani's pants, then inhaled again when his own fingers found his hole. "Fuck, baby, make me cum."

Closing his palm around Dani's slender cock, James pushed his tongue inside Dani's mouth again and started pumping. 'Fuck' and 'yes' and 'so good' poured out of the man and those James loved to hear, so he moved onto worshipping Dani's sweat-slicked neck and jaw. The smell of it mixing in with the musk of Dani's arousal turned James on even more, his left hand letting go and reaching for his own straining dick.

"I need my cock in you, Dani," James said against the warm skin, kissing along it and reveling in the vibrations of Dani's filthy moans. "I want to fuck your tight hole with it."

That did it, tipping Dani over the edge, James himself not far behind just as a wolf-whistle sounded behind them.

"Fucking again while on duty? Chief won't be happy," came his brother Lance's voice, deep and amused and followed by the higher-pitched giggling of his own partner.

"You are just jealous they beat us to doing it in the warehouse," Lyle snickered back, making the bigger man scoff but not deny it.

Tucking himself in and planting that smooch on Dani's still blissed-out face, James turned around and arched an eyebrow at his brother. "What are you two doing here anyway? I thought you were done blowing shit up in Madrid?"

Lance sighed in exasperation and directed a glare Lyle's way. "There was a complication because someone rigged the wrong politician's house."

Lyle batted eyelashes and shrugged. "Their names were too similar, I got them mixed up."

Lance growled and turned around to rummage through the weapons' stash, likely in search of more explosives, as an arm snaked its way around James's waist.

"You two are definitely brothers," Dani chuckled, resting his half-shaven head against James's shoulder. He'd changed into a different pair of pants already and James was itching to do the same. "That grumpiness and the stick up your assess must run in the family."

"We aren't grumpy," Lance defended, coming up to them with a black suitcase in hand. "Or at least I wasn't until that menace" – he ruffled Lyle's blond mop of hair – "decided that he wanted my cock."

The heated look Lyle gave Lance and the way Lance's body shivered had James smirk. Before he could make a comment on it, however, his own menace beat him to it, "Say, since we are all still here tonight, wanna grab dinner together?"

Lance's eyebrows bunched together in consideration. "8pm at the pizza place near that park with the weird artsy statues?"

"Sure, see you there then," Dani urged them on, then once they left shot James a wicked smile. "Get your pants sorted out, big guy, and let's go bury that body so we aren't late for dinner date."