The Rook and the Raven (Jacob Frye x Male OC)

Part 9

"Owning the railway wasn't enough." Henry explained to the group. "Now Starrick has bought an omnibus company as well. I suppose he wants to control the neighbourhoods workers and keep them under his thumb"
"Pearl Attaway is Starrick's competitor is she? Perhaps it's time we went into business." Jacob replied, nudging Dorian with his elbow. Dorian began to follow Jacob out as Henry finished, but a hand reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
"Make sure he doesn't do something stupid again." Evie whispered in his ear, before releasing him and turning her attention back to Henry. Dorian hurried after Jacob, catching up just as he fired his rope launcher to leave the moving train.
"Fuck sake Frye." Dorian groaned, who still had no grappling hook. He jumped out and grabbed the edge of a wall, groaning even more as his knees slammed into the brick work. "I'm only 20 and I'm already too old for this shit."
A hand reached down and helped pull him up. Dorian frowned at Jacob, while he still had that stupid grin plastered to his face.
"Forgot you still haven't got one of these." He smirked, tapping his launcher, "we really need to get you sorted with one."
Dorian rolled his eyes and jumped off the ledge onto the pavement next to Jacob. "So do you even have any idea on where we're going?"
"Not the foggiest!" Jacob said in a loud, cheery tone. "Come along then!"
Dorian sighed as he followed behind the other assassin, soon falling into step next to him. "Maybe we should start looking along the omnibus routes." He suggested, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Find an Attaway bus, and go from there."
"Ah Dorian, what would I do without you?" Jacob said, crossing his hands over his heart and battering his eyelashes.
"Well for starters, you'd be walking around London all night trying to find one specific woman." Dorian replied, raising an eyebrow. "And don't get me started on-"
"And I shall stop you right there." He raised a finger, dragging out his first word, to silence him.
After an hour of searching Southwark for an Attaway bus, they finally found one. Except, that it was burning, the smoke billowing up into the night sky. A well dressed woman stood watching the blaze, and instinctively, Dorian drew his hood and scarf up. "This must be her." Jacob murmured to Dorian, moving towards the woman. "Miss Attaway."
"Yes may I-" she turned round lazily, and by the surprised expression on her face, a pair of assassins was not on the list of people she expected to see. "Oh splendid, you're here to murder me." She said quickly.
"We- what?" Jacob started, sharing a look of confusion with Dorian as she began rummaging around inside her handbag.
"No matter, everyone has a price. Is this enough?" She asked, holding up a coin.
"Not nearly." Dorian mumbled under his breath, thankful no one could hear him under the scarf. Jacob reached out and took her wrist, bringing it down and holding it as he stepped closer, lowering his voice.
"We're not here to kill you."
Pearl took a step back, worry spread across her face. "Then what's your game?" She asked nervously.
"Mr Starrick and the Milner Company have blocked your ambitions long enough. We have a business proposition for you." He continued in a low voice. Pearls face changed from nervous to the same cunning look Jacob had.
"Wonderful." She replied in a tone to match Jacobs. "Come with me, we have much to discuss Mr..?"
"Jacob Frye." He quickly introduced himself, sticking a hand out. "At your service." He practically purred as she took his hand. Dorian stayed silent as Jacob introduced him as well. There was something about her he didn't like, and he couldn't tell if it was because of Jacob flirting and working his charm on her, and he was feeling jealous, or it was something else. Hang on, why would he be jealous? It's not like him and Jacob were together, they were just friends, playfully flirting between each other, it was just friendly banter.
"He'll never truly love you anyway" the voice in his head suddenly snarled. Pushing it away and keeping his hood and scarf up, he followed behind Jacob and Pearl as they climbed onto the omnibus.
"If you'd be so kind as to take the reins Mr Frye?" She asked, taking her seat behind the drivers.
"A terrible decision, really." Dorian murmured again to himself, but this time Jacob heard and threw him a look over his shoulder as he slipped into the drivers seat. Dorian didn't really pay much attention to their conversation, zoning out and running his fingers over the insignias on his gauntlets. He broke out his trance when the bus suddenly jerked.
"Dorian!" Jacob yelled. "I need some help here!"
Dorian jumped up and balanced himself on the bench behind Jacob, pulling throwing knives out his coat. Jacob drove the bus into the side of the carriage next to them, bringing Dorian within range to throw a knife directly into the drivers neck. The passenger grabbed the reins and took out his pistol, firing it, just missing Dorian. He aimed another knife, but the carriage bounced as he threw it, landing in the mans shoulder instead of his neck. He twitched an arm and a hidden blade sprung free, as he jumped onto the neighbouring carriage, embedding it within the enemy's throat. Dorian quickly clambered back onto the bus Jacob was driving, or at least, the one he thought Jacob was driving by the way it crashed through the street. His eyes widened as he realised he climbed straight onto a bus of blighters, and that Jacob had run off further down the street.
"He's one of them assassins! Kill 'im!" The leader snarled, as the group started to surround him. Thinking quickly, he ducked as the leader came towards him, kicking his legs out from beneath him, before jumping off and grabbing the next nearest thing, a high brick wall. He clambered up and decided on running after Jacob and Pearl, rather than hitch a ride again. After running across the wall and roof tops, he landed with a thud, panting back on Pearls bus.
"Welcome back, have fun?" Asked Jacob in that teasing voice, as Dorian plopped down back in his seat, and readjusted his scarf.
"Your friend is rather quiet." Pearl noted, nodding towards Dorian, who glared back up at her.
"Oh, forgive him, he prefers to stay that way." Jacob explained over his shoulder. He pulled the horses to a stop as they reached what looked to be a storage yard, holding out a hand to help down Pearl off the bus.
"Malcolm Milner." She said, clasping her hands together, "Starrick's puppet himself. He thinks he can burn my buses? Let's give him a taste of his own medicine." She turned to Jacob, a smirk playing at her lips, which Jacob returned.
"Let's give him the whole damn bottle!" He chuckled, before changing to a deeper, more serious tone. "We'll turn Milner's parkesine against him. But we'll need help from my gang."
"Such entrepreneurial instinct, Mr Frye. I shall leave you boys to it."
When she was gone, Jacob turned to Dorian and pulled the scarf down, revealing a tired and clearly unamused face. Dorian raised an eyebrow as the scarf completely left his face.
"Don't look at me like that, come on, we have a job to do." He patted Dorians face gently, then crossed the road, whistling for a group of his rooks that stood on the corner.
"Come on Rooks!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth to project his voice further. The rooks stopped what they were doing, and their eyes lit up, rushing over to their leader.
"Oh I never thought you'd ask." One of them said as they excitedly approached. They climbed onto a garage where they had a clear view of the yard below them.
"What's the plan then sir?" Asked another, peeping over the edge.
"I need you to get rid of those men in the yard, think you can do that? Stir me up some trouble?" Jacob instructed, getting a good view of the layout below the rooks climbed down and made their way over to the men guarding the yard, the biggest, shoving and starting a fight with a nearby man. In seconds, the yard was deserted, the men charging after the rooks down the street. The assassins slunk down to a cart loaded with parkesine, and began pushing it, their feet slipping and sinking in the mud.
"Ugh, heave ho." Jacob groaned, giving the cart another shove with Dorian. Once in position between Milner's precious buses, Jacob held out a hand to Dorian.
"Can't you pick a more romantic spot for a dance, love?" He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I need a match actually, darling." He winked.
Dorian huffed and rolled his eyes as he handed over his matchbox, a single stick rattling around inside. "I was planning on using that after this job."
"You have plenty more on the train." Popping the match out and scratching it against the side, Jacob tossed the tiny flame into the carriage, then pressed a hand firmly into Dorians lower back, pushing him along.
"Run run run run run run run." He repeated, quickening their pace. Just as the yard exploded into flames, they reached Pearl, Jacob throwing his hands into the air in celebration.
"How's that for a taste?" He asked Pearl, backing up next to her, as Dorian stalked round to stand behind Jacob, slipping his scarf back up.
"I can see Milner's stock price plummeting already." She tapped all her fingers together, grinning darkly at the explosions ahead of her. "You're hired." She purred, waving a hand and walking towards her carriage. "Oh, I have more business planned for us. Drop a note to my secretary to make an appointment, and I shall reveal the next step in our scheme."
Jacob reached a hand out to her as she climbed into her carriage. "We don't actually work-" he started, but was cut off by the door slamming shut, the horses pulling her away. "-like that." He finished, his face dropping, watching her leave. Dorian stepped forward,shedding his hood and scarf.
"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, knowing something was up.
"I'm not sure how I feel about her." He finally admitted.
Jacob cocked an eyebrow up as he looked at Dorian from the side. "You're not jealous, are you?"
"N-not at all." Dorian stammered, a blush creeping over his face as he began walking away. "Why would I be? Let's head back, Oliver is probably driving Henry up the wall."
Jacob sped up beside him and snaked a hand around his waist, with that shit eating grin on his face again. "You're jealous. It's the way I spoke to her in my deep, beautiful voice." He lent in closer at the last part, lowering his voice and brushing his stubble against Dorians ear. Dorian shuddered and felt his knees wobble, but quickly regained his composure and twisted his way out of Jacobs grip, walking even faster as Jacob laughed behind him, the teasing git.
"And for that Frye, you're buying me a new box of matches."
Jacob caught up with him and put his arm back around the other mans waist, who completely ignored him. "Don't worry, Moore. You're still my main bitch." He teased, feeling satisfied when he finally got Dorian to crack a smile.