"And here I thought the background check-up did on me was enough?" Alex dragged his hand across the wall as he walked. "My family is struggling. I needed cash and it seemed like you pay well. I got a tip from a friend. Considering the town I lived in, killing wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. In fact, you could say it was a regularity for us. Of course, I always got carried away with that sort of thing, but I suppose that's a story for another time. Of course, I only get paid well if I do well, correct Mr. Andretti?" Alex looked back his eyes giving the impression that he was grinning as he stared at Niklas.
(Ahhh shawty ur back!! :)
Niklas cocked his head. He sure is a sly one… “why yes. And if what you say is true, I’m sure you’ll be…” he paused, thinking of the right word. “..satisfactory.” He gave a wicked grin. Then, heels clicking against the cold floors, he opened up wide, dark, and foreboding French doors. Inside resumed the eerie look of the abandoned warehouse, only slightly furnished. Niklas turned back around, gesturing to the twisted remains on machinery. “This, is where we test your fighting ability. As the… job description suggested, you will most likely be sipping brandy under the cover of one of our safe houses. But, being able to subdue your attackers is simply a must in this establishment.” Niklas took off his hoodie, tossing it onto a pole nearby. “Shall we?” He said, grinning. Arms outstretched in his black tank.
(I'm baaaack yeah I sometimes disappear for a day because of like family stuff and sleep)
Alex tossed his jacket aside. He pulled his t-shirt over his head tossing it on top of the jacket. "That's not fair Mr. Andretti. If you told me that we were fighting I would've worn something more appropriate…" He took out his earrings making sure they were in pairs before stretching. The dragon surrounding my flowers on his back was clear for the world to see. His tattoo was colorful and it looked fairly new but at the same time, it looked slightly faded into his skin. Alex took long strides as always until he stood in front of Niklas. Alex kept his hands in his pockets, "We shall. Come at me when you're ready."
Niklas flicks his hair, skull earrings jingling almost silently. “You see, Alex, you never prepare for a fight. You never know it’s going to happen, and so, you must be ready at any time.” He twists his rings on his fingers, one dagger shaped and eerily sharp, glints in the sunlight filtering through the dusted air. Tattoos, some faded with time and grit, and some still red from newness, we’re visible along his arms and neck. A prominent one, being a black snake, slowly slithering up his left arm to the top of his neck. Various deep scars slashed through his pale skin. Still, he wore the black tank top. “So, Mr. Alex, I expect you to,” without warning he grabs Alex’s arms, spinning around and (trying to) force him to the ground.
(Yeah I get it XD)
Alex twists his arm in an unnatural way before twisting Niklas's arms behind his back. He stepped on his back pinning Niklas under his shoe with a smirk. He held his wrists pretty tight. "See, I could've stepped on your head, but I didn't want to hurt that pretty face of yours. Then you wouldn't be a pretty boy anymore, would you? I hope that's not all you got." Alex held his position tightly, not wanting Niklas to break free, not that he was much of a fight. "You fight like you were on the streets, Mr. Andretti. I fight rough, but with grace at the same time. Of course, now is your chance to prove me wrong."
Niklas growls in frustration, then relaxes. “I admire that, seems you are quite…” he uses Alex’s sudden relaxed grip on him to twist under his arms, jumping up quickly, and then pinning Alex to the wall. “Graceful indeed.” He smiles wickedly. “Please, we’re partners now. Call me Niklas.” He relaxes a bit. “Besides, this pretty face has seen worse, Alex.”
"Kinky one aren't you." Alex bit his bottom lip, looking at Niklas with hungry eyes. A slight blush rose to his cheeks but evidently went away soon after appearing. "Partners huh? I like the sound of that pretty boy." Alex got out of his hold easily pinning Niklas against the wall with his back facing him. Alex held his arm against Niklas's neck to make sure he'd stay there. "I can only imagine Niklas what your face looks like when you're all messed up…if you know what I mean," he whispered in his ear, letting him go. "I'm pretty sure if we talked this much while fighting, I'm pretty sure both of us would be dead meat."
Niklas laughs, running a hand through his hair. He does fight like the authorities… and I do seem to be leading him on. He blushes slightly, then turns his head to the side. "You haven't seen the worst of me, Alex." Then puts a hand in his hip. "And yes, we have both evidently failed." He smiles, twisting his rings again. "But, you have potential." He says softly, perhaps meaning in more ways than one. He leaves the hoodie on the pole, striding out of the room. "I think that was enough fun for today, yes? Now let me show you where the real business will be done." A particularly beefy guard opens the french doors, apparently waiting for them, and hands Niklas a mauve fur coat. He gives Niklas a worried glance, which is returned by a wink. Dont worry. He seems to say, as he strides out of the room, back into the dimly lit hall, looking back for his assistant.
Alex grabs his things, putting in his earrings quickly and then pulling on his shirt along with his jacket. Since he had his shirt off surrounded by cinderblock he was now very cold. He followed Niklas out shivering as times. This guy is immune to flirting… He gave a pained sigh. "The real business huh. That's cute." Alex moved up to Niklas's side as he walked he was still fixing his earings and hair was mixed together with the fine line between black and white disappearing. "You really roughed me up I'll give you that much."
Niklas tries to hide his fluster. Even if he’s against us, he’s just so… he stares back at Alex, trying to forget the thing he whispered to him, when he notices the poor thing shivering. Niklas hands the fur coat to him, smirking. “Here. I’m plenty used to the cold.” He then notices Alex’s hair and can’t help but try to fix it. “Yes. The important things will be done in my office.” He says, smoothing out Alex’s hair. “There. Good as new.” He smiles warmly, then lets it fade. “Uh… this way.” He says, pointing to an antique bookshelf, and sighing, pulling books slightly by their corners at random.
Alex's cheeks are pink from the help. He didn't need it but it was nice to have it. He shook his head, slapping his cheeks. You're here for one thing and one thing only to destroy him. Don't go falling in love… He took the coat reluctantly, giving his thanks to Niklas. "Important things huh? Maybe I could get on that list for important things needing to be done in the office." He smirked. "Kidding."
Niklas presses his lip together, frantically twisting his wings with anxiousness. He’s falling. I can find out what he’s really here for and then… then… he closes his eyes, thinking about what would happen, then covers the sadness with a wicked grin. “Really? I suppose you could get in line…” Niklas says playfully, looking Alex up and down. You don’t need to fall for him! Stay focused, Nik. he sighs as the bookshelf starts to turn, revealing the most expensive looking room so far. The blood-red velvet walls overlooked the two forebodingly, stretching down to jet black carpet, similar to the kind in the drawing room. A guard sat, stroking a black and white cat. Niklas swore at her in Russian, and she left the room, bowing to the two. “Have a seat.” Niklas said, gesturing to velvet green armchairs next to a roaring fireplace.
"Don't worry I'll move up that line quicker than anyone who might've been on it. Alex watched the exchange with a grin. I never thought the Russian language could be so hot before…no, no, no….focus… "Indeed I will." He looked around the room looking for anything he could use. "How much money do you have to have these many rooms look so nice. Not that I'm comnplaining. So, what kind of work will I be doing partner?"
Niklas smirks, then picks up his cat, nuzzling it’s face. “Good Doro. Say hello to our guest.” Doro mews at Alex, and Niklas strides to the other chair, sitting in it lengthwise, legs crossed over one of the arms. “Eh, you’ll find that out soon.” He continues petting Doro, smiling. “The business we’ll be… could I interest you in vótka? Or a cigar?” He interrupts, staring softly at Alex. Maybe there’s a way I could go without killing him… he has such a pretty face… oh no no no. He’s trying to run you out, remember.
"Vótka is preferred. I would hate to ruin my lungs." He gave the same look back, soon looking over the fireplace. Instead of keeping his eyes on Niklas which was something not healthy, he looked at the cat then back to the fireplace, and switched every so often. "So, what kind of man are you? Family man, basic man, etc. You can learn a lot from someone just on the type of man they are."
Niklas chuckles, then, swinging his legs to a normal position, starts pouring hard Vodka into a crystal glass, diluting it with water. He hands it to Alex, hands brushing against his partner's, making him blush for a moment, before returning his gaze to the cat. He sighs, pouring one for himself, but not adding water at all. "I… I don't really know. I haven't thought about that before." He takes a swig, wincing at the taste. "What about you, Alex, what kind of man do you consider yourself to be? hm?"
Alex whipped his head around to look at Niklas and only chuckled. He took a sip of his vótka before crossing his legs. He gave that sinister smile again. "What kind of man am I?" Alex stood up, walking over to Niklas. He put one hand on the arm of the chair, and the other was still holding the glass. He bent down so Niklas couldn't refuse his eyes even if he wanted to. "I can be whatever you want me to be, pretty boy." Alex moved his hand down to pet the cat before returning to his chair. "I hope that answers your question. So, anyway, you were saying something about the business." He took one last sip before setting the glass down, having being done with it.
Niklas turns a deep shade of red, almost dropping the glass as he licks his lips. He sits back, absolutely flustered. "Um… uhh… yes. The-the business." He clears his throat, trying to steady himself. Stop falling. This is dangerous enough is it is. He most likely is trying to do to you the same you are doing to him. He doesn't like you. No one does. he sits up. "…you will mostly be handling the numerical and monetary assets of the business. I'll direct you, of course. The-" The phone on his desk starts to ring, as Niklas sinks into the chair. "ah, excuse me, one moment." He gets up reluctantly, then picks up the vintage looking, yet cordless phone. He strides into an adjacent room, not completely shutting the door.
Alex didn't bother to get up instead looked around very close to the room. He was trying to see if there was anything out of place. He saw something on the desk that caught his eyes but didn't know how to go about it. Instead he stood up trying to get a closer look. He reached for the Vótka pouring another glass, using it as cover. He looked over to the desk to see a flash drive. He knew he couldn't get it now, not with all the camera and with Niklas watching. Instead, he sat back down and took another sip.
From the other room, Niklas tries to speak quietly into the phone, twisting his rings nervously.
"What is it now, Fa- Mr. Andretti…"
"I have noticed a very sharp decline in assets recently. What is wrong with you this time."
"I was having trouble keeping up with the numbers, sir. I've hired an assistant to help me. I am sure those numbers will go up soo-"
"Assistant? What kind of man are you? I did not put you in charge of one of my grandest rubies just to get an assistant. You are as weak as I remember…
"Im… sorry sir."
"I expect you to do better. In one week's time. Or, I will have to beat that blasted disquiet out of you. Understand?"
"You better keep a sharp eye, boy. I heard from my little mouses that there could be an infiltrator in your area. If we are ratted because of your incompetence, you are done."
"Anything else you wish to inform me of, boy?"
Niklas looks back toward Alex, who was pouring another shot. I cant tell him.
"Good. One week, or I will come to fix it myself."
The call ended abruptly, and Niklas wiped the sweat from his brow he hadn't even noticed was there. He calmed his shaking hands, then resumed his deadpan demeanor and brought the phone back to the desk. "My apologies. Anyways, there has been a change in the plans. I need you on your job as quickly as possible, we need to double the amount of income from our distributors in about a week." Niklas blurted, trying his best to sound confident, like it was easy.
He listened to the conversation and frowned at how Niklas was speaking. "So you have daddy issues too? You weren't talking quietly dear." He took a sip of his drink. "I will do all the work that's you require from me. I can start now even. If that's alright with you." He looked at the fire before flicking his gaze to Niklas. The fire was still reflected in his eyes. "No need to apologize to me, pretty boy. I do work for you now correct?"
Niklas casts a nervous glance, then stares at the fire, hands in pockets. Then, he grabs the flask of vodka and downs most of it, wiping his lips. “Oh yes. I’ll have you start working immediately, my milyy.” He strides over to Alex, smiling deviously. “Do stay for dinner, and then we can talk business.” He said with hungry eyes, admiring Alex.
Alex raised an eyebrow. Is this man really drunk or am I just hallucinating? "Niklas do you want me to stay for dinner because you want me to eat your food…" Alex pulled the collar of his shirt gently, so their faces would be close. "Or do you want me to stay for other reasons?" His eyes flickered from Nikals's lips then back to his eyes. Alex huffed and stood up. "I should get to work. I wouldn't want to upset your father."