50 Shades Delirious

50 Shades Delirious (part 1)

  "Um, I-I can explain," Vanoss stuttered out, sitting up as soon as Delirious clambered off of him and released his grip.

"Explain this, you runt," Marcel came over and brought a hand down to slap his face. Delirious suddenly grabbed his wrist and shoved his arm away. "What the fuck are you doing, Jonathan?! Stand down!"

Delirious looked up at him with a hard glare, but didn't back down. He sat there silently, hands slowly curling at his sides.

Vanoss looked between the two fearfully and swallowed hard. "I'll um, I'm just gonna get on my way-"
"You ain't going anywhere, you little bitch. You have answers and we have questions. Not to mention- Jonathan what the hell were you doing?" Marcel glared down at his younger brother, brows knitted together.

Delirious sighed and crossed his arms and legs, acting childish. "I was getting answers, whaddya think I was doing?"
"Um, about to have sex with someone we obviously can't trust?"
"I trust him."
"He nearly got us killed!"
"But look who's still talking."
"He nearly got one of your men die!"
"But he's not dead, now, is he?"
"He nearly got you killed!" Marcel spat out the last part as his gaze seemed to soften briefly. Delirious caught this and sighed again, looking down at the bed.
"I'm sorry...but don't hurt him. Really, it's not his fault. He was acting alone, not organized."
"So why was he fucking there?"

"Uh, I'm still here you know?" Vanoss waved his hand in the air. "You don't have to keep talking like I'm not here..."
"Shut up. I wasn't talking to you,' Marcel cast him a sideways and looked back at Delirious. "Tell me everything." He backed up, crossing his arms as he looked between the two on the bed. "Both if you. Now," he ordered.

Cartoonz came by with a chair that Marcel sat in and he got himself a stool -and a beer.

Delirious leaned over, elbows resting on his legs but Vanoss spoke up first.

"It's my fault. From what Delirious told me, it was my girlfriend who's been stealing your data."
"Your girlfriend?" Marcel asked, eyebrow raising up as his eyes traced him.
"Yes, my...my girlfriend."
"Well?"
"Um, she...she gave me some files and it matched the description of Delirious' mission...I went through with it anyway, hoping you guys would do all the work. Then I'd slip in, take the money, slip out."
"Slip in, take the prize, slip out?" Marcel asked with a snicker. "You might have gotten in under our noses but steal right from us? That's cute." He sighed softly after shaking his head. "Your girlfriend. Details."
"Rachel McAdams. Long black hair. Um, it's wavy. Blue eyes."

"Whore," Delirious threw in, chin resting on his hand as he looked off to the side.

Vanoss rolled his eyes. "She has a nose piercing and some seriously sick ink on her arms. Uh..."
"Still a whore," Delirious muttered, but he looked at Marcel with a steady gaze.

"Shit," his brother whispered softly, a faint pink on his cheeks.
"What?" Delirious asked curiously, sitting up now.
"I think I know how we got that breach."
"How?" Delirious watched Marcel but he didn't get his answer. Instead his brother stood up and pointed to Cartoonz.

"Luke, stay here and watch them. Make sure no one comes in unless it's me and only me."

Cartoonz nodded and sipped his beer. "Where're you off to?"
"I'm off to find a bitch."

And with that he left the room. Cartoonz chugged the rest of the bottle and looked at the two on the bed. "Alright boys. You can relax now."
"No need to tell me twice," Delirious said with a chuckle as he leaned back on the bed, elbows holding him up. Vanoss looked between them with bewilderment.

"Relax? But Deliri-"
"It's cool, Vanoss. Luke is the better of my brothers." He smiled.

"Why thank you, thank you," his brother said with a laugh, rubbing his beard. "So uh...you two still wanna get it on?"
"I wish. Moment was kinda ruined." Delirious shrugged. "But I wonder what Marcel was up to..."
"Well he's pissed as hell."
"Did you catch the red, though?"
"Yeah I caught the fucking red."
"You think he knows a little more than he's telling us, too?"
"I don't think. I know." Cartoonz shrugged.

"Can I actually talk without being threatened?" Vanoss spoke up.
"Uh, yeah. No one here's gonna kill ya." Cartoonz paused. "Unless you decide to do something stupid."
"Right, well, I know that Marcel knows that I'm like...not exactly under a good name to be with Delirious and I just-"
"It's cool," Cartoonz shrugged, looking at him blankly.
"What?"
"I don't care which gang you work for, solo or not. Delirious over here speaks enough of you back at the base," he said with a chuckle.
"W-wait so...so you know ever-"
"I know everything between you two, yeah. And I don't care. As long as Jonathan here's a happy little brat."
"Oh...so um..."
"Just fuck already, damn," Cartoonz laughed as he got up from his chair, leaving the room.

Vanoss sat there in stupor, looking over to the man beside him casually resting back on a pillow, hands behind his head.

"Delirious."
"What?"
"Cartoonz."
"What about him?"
"He's..." Vanoss paused and smiled. "He's really cool."
"Well, duh, he's my brother."
"Oh shut up. I could care less if he was your brother but he's just really cool."
"Yeah...yeah he is." Delirious grinned, taking pride in the comment.

"So are we..."
"We're clear...well, not really. As soon as Marcel gives the 'OK' then we're clear."

Vanoss nodded as a quiet came between them. He slowly turned his head and jumped when a scarred face hovered right in front of his. He had let out a little squeak and heard Delirious start laughing.

Vanoss scowled at him and pushed his face away. "You asshole."
"Jackass, correction."
"Same thing."
"Not really."

He felt two rough hands pull him into a kiss and his eyes widened. They were sloppy kisses, but they still held a passionate feeling. It felt like falling in love with him all over again.

It felt like kissing him for the first time again.

Same room, same chaotic edge, same person. All with new identities.

Suddenly he was pushed down on the bed and the kissing became rough. A bite here, a pull there. Fingers became tangled in hair and friction became heated.

Vanoss looked up into gray blue eyes that were smiling down at him with a welcoming gaze. A teasing gaze. His breath almost seemed to stop as his heart continued to race.

That's when a loud bang came from outside the room. Shouting and fighting could be heard and Delirious immediately bolted for the door, Vanoss clumsily running after him, a bit disappointed that their moment was killed. Again.

He watched as his friend shot at a man straight in the head. He paled a little bit, watching the man fall back onto the ground. He quietly walked over to see the body twitching on the floor as Delirious went to check on Cartoonz.

The shot was clean. Way, way too clean. Straight through the middle. If you had measured it, the angle, the trajectory, everything was perfect.

If Vanoss had been shot by Delirious back at the bank, he knew he wouldn't have made it out alive.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts as he turned around to see blue eyes.

"Delirious, that...this...you..."
"I told you. Trained by the best. Morning and evening."

Delirious chuckled but suddenly turned around and threw a knife into someone's neck.

"Holy crap," Vanoss breathed out.
"There's more. Here, take this." Delirious tossed him a glock, which he almost dropped onto the floor with a sheepish smile.
"What are we-"
"It's just about twenty guys," Delirious said with a shrug. "Nothing we can't handle. Cartoonz?"

"I'm on it already. Here, Evan, if you wanna grab any more toys from our little toy chest."

Evan walked over as Cartoonz pushed pillows off of what he originally thought was a couch. Turns out there were weapons stashed inside.

"Holy shit," he breathed out, reaching for a few grenades. Delirious handed him a belt to hold them and smiled.

"Alright, boys," Luke said with a smile. "Let's kill some bitches.
"I mean, we got two already," Delirious laughed.

Evan was taken aback. They actually enjoyed this, enjoyed killing them. Did he even know his boyfriend -he laughed softly- anymore?

He shook it off and readied himself, aiming the pistol around. Someone broke through one of the doors and he pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

No bullet. Nothing.

He panicked and watched as the man fell just before his face, a clean bullet between the eyes. He looked up as Delirious walked over and lifted his hands up, checking to see what happened.

"You know," he said with a grin, "it would be great if you pulled the safety off."
"The sa- oh...oh..." Vanoss blushed and chuckled. "Fuck you."
"Maybe later."
"Shut up."
"I love you, too," Delirious laughed before nodding over down the hall. "We got several more guys coming in. They're gonna blow the wall!"


"Get down!" Cartoonz yelled, tackling them to the ground behind a couch just as an explosion went off.

"Shit!" Delirious had his hands over his ears as he rolled off of Vanoss, careful not to pull the trigger of his gun.

The ringing slowly subsided and he stood up, shooting a few men down and running over to slam them to the ground.

Cartoonz followed suit and soon they were double teaming. A few punches shared here, some kicks there, a sweep around and a gunshot to the face.

Vanoss stood up and aimed the gun around. "I'm not this bad," he muttered. "Come on." He shot a few guys and soon joined the brothers in the center of the room.

What felt like seconds passed when they looked around at the dead bodies scattered on the floor.

Delirious wiped the blood off his head with his sweaty wrist and sighed. "So much for a chill afternoon. Now we gotta clean up..."
"Easy enough said than done," Cartoonz panted out, pushing a body to the ground as he sat down.

Vanoss looked at the bodies and to the brothers. "You're not even bothered that there's hella people just littered on the floor...dead?"
"No. Once you've done it enough, you get used to it. Why, you never killed anyone?" Delirious chuckled.
"I..I have, but...not this many at once..."
"Solo work," he noted, "is different to what we do. We have bigger enemies. You are just one little ant in there."
"What shit did I even get into..."
"Well, we're about to find out."

Cartoonz looked down as one of the thugs' phones rang and he picked up. "Y'ello?"
"Luke!" Marcel's voice sounded.
"What's up?"
"Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah, I mean...we're pretty tired, but-"
"She sent them."
"Who? The girl?"
"Yeah...the girl...I'm almost there, but clean up."
"Wai-"

The line went dead and Cartoonz sighed. "Alright, ladies, let's get this shit cleaned up."

Vanoss frowned a little bit followed as the other two got to work. He carried one of the bodies out to their backyard and watched as they opened a back entrance fo what looked like a basement.

"Are you fucking serious?"
"What?" Delirious looked back at him.
"You have a basement?"
"Training and trash." He smiled at him.
"Tra- these are dead bodies."
"Trash. And food for the soil. And the bones, they're great for other tools."
"You're crazy."
"No."
"You're insane!"
"Not even," he chuckled, dumping the body into a giant bowl shaped pit in the ground.
"You're fucking...delirious!"
"Bullseye."

Evan rolled his eyes as he dumped the body into the pit and followed them back out.

It took a good hour to get the bodies out and they were still scrubbing the blood off the floor.

"We might as well be playing Viscera Clean Up," Cartoonz laughed.
The other two nodded in agreement as the door swung open.

"Marcel?" Delirious called as he sat up, leaving the blood stained cloth on the floor, watching as his brother walked in with a familiar looking girl cuffed and being pushed along.

"Holy crap," Vanoss muttered, suddenly jumping to his feet as Marcel pushed the girl towards them. "Rachel?" he asked, looking as sharp blue eyes shot daggers st him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at Marcel. "What's going on?"
"My little brother was right. She is a whore," Marcel spat, shoving Rachel down to the couch. She swung her head to the side to move her hair and look at everyone in the room with a huff. Her eyed settled on Evan and her lips curled into a smile.

"Hey there, Mr. Night Owl." She giggled and threw him a seductive lick of her lips and a wink when Delirious turned his head to him.

"You used your fucking...oh my God, Evan." Delirious rubbed his face a little, looking down at his blood covered hands before looking back at Rachel. "What the fuck did you do, anyway?"

"I slept with him." Rachel smiled again and kept her gaze trained on Evan before scanning Delirious. "I wouldn't mind sleeping with you, either."
"It's too bad I don't do girls." Delirious scowled. He was irked about the new fact, not wanting to look at Evan for the time being, though they'd talk about it later.
"Oh? Oh, well I have some friends that would be-"
"This isn't what I'm asking for."
"I slept with Marcel, too."
"I didn't fucking ask for that, you bitch."

Delirious growled a little until Cartoonz came forward and held a hand up. "Who are you really working for?"
"Myself? Can a girl not call a heist either?"
"I don't believe you. Tell me or you'll really get a beating." Cartoonz cracked his knuckles and glared at her, though she didn't seem phased.
"No."

"Rachel," Marcel warned. "I don't care what lies you told me right now, I just want to hear what the hell is really going on."
"Maybe we should snuggle up and you'd pull something out of me. Both literally ad metaphorically."

Marcel clenched his fist and she merely smirked, turning back to Evan and Delirious.

"You little bitch," Delirious spat out, this time taking a step forward, watching as she flinched from him. This time she tried to scoot away.
"No, no, you stay right over there, cutie."
"Don't fucking call me cute. Now tell me what the fuck happened."

"I told them everything about you," Evan added, looking at Rachel with a frown.
"What? Why? Then they'd already know my family has a wonderful reputation."

"Your family wanted the money?" Cartoonz asked
"We wanted the money and the bodies," she corrected.
"The bodies?"
"There were some important people in the bank that day. We needed them dead."
"Are they dead?"
"I don't know, you kind of got in the way. And stole my money. Now us Cruor's gotta kill you."

"Did you say Cruor?" Marcel questioned, arms crossed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Yeah, why? Oh, that's right, Marcy. You belong to the blues."
"You fucking reds..."
"Oh, poor Aecor...your gang all down in the dumps. Just like your shitty base."
"Hey us Aecors actually know how to put up a fight and do the heist right."
"Tch, whatever. Now, who wants to bring me home so I can tell my father that you bozos are the ones in the way?"
"We're not," Marcel growled at her. "You can go home on your own."
"Ah, I'm too lazy. Besides, my dad's probably here already."
"What?"
"Mhmm. Come on, let me show you."

"Marcel, wait," Delirious interjected, but his brother raised his hand and shook his head.
"Stay there, Jonathan."

Delirious frowned and crossed his arms, watching as she stood up and walked with Marcel to the door. He could have sworn there was something on her leg blinking red.

"She's got a fucking tracker!" he exclaimed, making to run for her, but was caught by Cartoonz from the back. "Let me go!"
"Stay put, Jonathan."
"Mmrph!" He huffed and stomped his foot down, hands thrown into his pockets.

He looked up when Marcel opened the door and two hands grabbed him, dragging him out.

"Marcel!" Delirious called, running for the door, this time without anyone to stop him.

"Ta-ta!" Rachel cooed, waving her now free hands as she got into a sleek, black, window tinted car. It pulled away quickly and drove off, Delirious attempting to run after it. He yelled and swore, neighbors outside giving him looks.

He looked around and headed back into the house, grabbing his mask off the table. "I'm going after them."
"Delirious, wait-"
"We can't just sit here and not do anything!"
"I know, but you need to calm down. I'm in charge, now."
"But Lu-"
"Don't 'but Luke' me, young man. You're gonna listen to me, now. And my orders are to be carried out."
Delirious whined but nodded. "Fine..."

"Wait, what about me?" Evan asked, stepping up from his spot.
"Well, who's side are you on?" Cartoonz asked, arms crossed.
"I'm...I'm on yours," he stated.
"You done with your ties to the Cruors?"
"Yes."
"Hmm...you might need a little makeo-"

"He doesn't need to get a blue jacket, Luke," Delirious said firmly. He's fine with his red. All he needs is...I don't know something to show he's with the Aecors. Otherwise we could use him to get in and out of red information."
"You just wanna use me?" Vanoss asked, taken aback.
"No, that's not what I meant. I mean it would help but you don't have to." Delirious looked at him with a slight frown and shook his head. "Nevermind, we don't have time to talk about this. We need to get to base and find them." He looked back at Luke. "Come on, time's running."

"Then I guess we should, too. Let's go."

The three headed out of the house and got to work.

----

Marcel wiggled in the ropes, trying to get them off. He glared up at Rachel from his spot on the floor. He looked around the dark room and looked back at her.

"What are you even doing?"
"Oh, we're planning to ambush your guys. Take some lives here and there as a trade for the ones we needed. It'll satisfy."
"I can't believe you lied to me."
"I can't believe you fell for me."
"I didn't want to but after half a year it felt like we really had something!"

Rachel glared at him and looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You even went by a fake name...Simone."
"We're not talking about it, okay?"
"You...you really felt something, I know you did."

Rachel scowled and slammed her hands on the table, looking at Marcel. "Okay maybe I did, but that's over now! Okay? It was years ago!"
"You went after my brother's boyfriend," he said with a small sneer. He wouldn't have actually said it to them, but he did accept it. Not that he so much approved of it, though.
"As far as I was concerned, Evan was single."
"That's what you thought. But he was already Jonathan's to begin with."
"Well, glad we can talk about your favorite couple because here they come."
"What? What do you.." Marcel pushed himself up off the floor, hands still tied behind his back as he walked over to see what she was looking at.

There were a few monitors, several cameras on screen. It was just outside the base. Vanoss, Delirious, Cartoonz, all walking up to the entrance. Delirious looked up and around, flipping everything off before he disappeared inside after the others.

Then an explosion.

The ground seemed to crumble inwards, some of the structure of their base showing.

Marcel stumbled back and looked at each of the cameras, watching as each showed an explosion from different sides of the base before shutting off.

"No!" he yelled. "No, no!" He kicked the table and looked at Rachel. "What are you doing?!"
"I hope you said your goodbyes."
"I thought you said a few!"
"You have no idea how valuable those lives we needed were."
"You have no idea how valuable my brothers' lives were! All my crew!"

Marcel ran at her but all she had to do was move out of the way and he stumbled, falling to his side. He got up again and screamed at her. "Why in the fuck would you do that?!"
"Because I can. Now sit down so we can get some answers out of you-" she stopped talking and turned her head. There was a large thud from outside the room they were in. "What in the hell..."

Rachel aimed her gun at Marcel, making sure he didn't go anywhere as she went to see what was happening outside.

That's when the doors were kicked down and Vanoss and Cartoonz stood there with others filing in after them, surrounding the two in the room.

"Not so secret hidey spot," Vanoss said with a snicker. "Our old meeting place? Really?"

"Where's Marcel?" Cartoonz asked as he stepped forward, shotgun aimed to her head. Rachel frowned and lowered her pistol to the floor, dropping it gently as she nodded behind her. Cartoonz eyed one of the crew members who went to untie Marcel and move him over to the side.

Marcel swiped the gun off the floor before realizing someone was missing and turned to the others. "Where's Jonathan?" he asked the two.

Cartoonz shook his head with a frown. "He told us to go looking for you. He went back to base with the decoys..."
"No...no, he shouldn't have...he knew it was a trap...Cartoonz you were supposed to look out for him!" Marcel screeched. "You should've known as well as he did that it was a trap!"
"I tried to persuade him but he wouldn't listen!"
"I don't care, you should've been there to protect him! You're his brother! And you-" he glared at Evan. "-could have probably done something too! You're his fucking boyfriend! You wouldn't have left him to do that!"

Vanoss' eyed widened and he shook his head. "Marcel, trust me, I didn't want to but he's stubborn headed. And did you just call me his-"
"You guys should have done something! Now he's dead!"

"What?" the two said simultaneously. Marcel inhaled and shook his head.
"There were bombs set around the place. It was a trap."

There was a brief silence and tension quickly built up.

"Then we have to go back," Cartoonz said, the first to break the silence.
"What's the point?" Marcel asked, seething to himself.
"What do you mean, what's the point?! Maybe he's still alive!"
"Are you kidding me? Do you want to see the video?!"

The screen's seemed to stutter at his words, and everyone's attention turned towards them. Rachel's smile seemed to widen and she rocked back on her heels.

"Looks like Daddy's got a little present!" she cooed, watching as a tall, fit old man with short gray hairs appeared on screen standing right out the front of the collapsed base. His blue eyes seemed to pierce right into the others, despite his tattered clothing.

"Hello, boys," he chuckled. His voice was deep, almost sending chills into your spine. "It looks like we have ourselves a little present...and don't bother coming back. He's already gone." A mask was lifted into the camera, a large crack coming down the side and into the eye hole.

The three gasped and everyone got quiet, a small tension building in the room.

"I-it's just his mask," Marcel stuttered out. "There's no proof he actually died..."

"And one minute ago you were telling me he was dead," Cartoonz retorted, both brothers now glaring at each other until the man cleared his throat and lifted another item up.

"What about his jacket? You wanna keep this? I can send it over right now."
"You fucking bitch!" Marcel screamed, running up and banging on one of the screens.
"Alright. I'll be sure to give you your presents later." The man smiled. "Ta ta, Aecor."

The screen shut down and Marcel continued to bang on them, eventually breaking one. Cartoonz sighed and stood there, feeling helpless.

Evan looked around, eyes narrowed before he spoke up. "I don't think he's dead."
"Eva-"
"I can feel it. He's not dead."
"I think we're all just a bit too hopeful right now," Cartoonz said quietly.
"No, I swear! I know he's-"

"She's gone!" One of the crew members yelled.
"What?" Cartoonz asked, looking up.
"Rachel McAddams has escaped."
"Let her," he spat. "She's already ruined our lives...let's see what we can find in here...maybe there's answers..."

---

He sat there in a daze, ears still ringing from the sound of the explosions. He looked around wearily, his mind throbbing in pain. He tried to move, but every part of his body ached, and he found there were ropes attaching him to a chair. His wounds were cleaned up, but he could still feel something trickling down his back. When he looked up, blue eyes met blue eyes and a light seemed to swing past his vision. A large hand grabbed his jaw and he started shaking, trying to escape the grip, spitting to get them away.

"Who the fuck are you?" Delirious croaked out.
"I believe you mean, who are you?" The man chuckled and backed up. "Jonathan, welcome to your rebirth."

Delirious couldn't reply in time before a sudden shock was sent to his body and he was left screaming into darkness.