Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. I don't own Squaresoft ( Square Enix ). As much as I wish I owned them, I don't. I don't own the characters in this story, if I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing.
Here's the thing
I was minding my own business doin' what I do
I wasn't trying to look for anything
All of a sudden couldn't take my eyes off you
I didn't even know if you could tell
That you had me in a daze sayin' 'What the hell'
Jennifer Lopez - Do it well
Prologue
This was his first undercover job, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared. The atmosphere of the club was dense, the smell of smoke, sweat, and alcohol lingering in the air. Looking past the swarm of bodies that were pressed so tightly together you couldn't tell where one began and the other ended; noting the two bars that stood on either side of the club, and the rafters that stood a level below the v.i.p section, the man's eyes continued to look up. He looked past the v.i.p section to a room that was hidden deep within the club; that was where his goal lied.
He pushed and shoved his way through the bodies in an attempt to reach the staircase that stood off to the side of the room. The security guards that were pressed shoulder to shoulder in front of the stairs held their hand out when the man approached them. He flashed a smile, giving them his alias and telling the two he had an appointment with their boss. Both exchanged glances, nodding and stepping aside so the man could pass. He ascended the stairs, his palms starting to sweat; this was it, no turning back now.
He entered the v.i.p room, scanning the people and his surroundings, spotting a security guard standing against the door in the back. Slowly, he walked towards the security guard, following the same procedure that he did before with the other security guards. The security guard gave a nod, opening the door for the man and letting him pass. Once the door shut behind him, he gave a long drawn out sigh, looking to another set of stairs that stood before him with a security guard at the top. He hung his head, shaking it before ascending the stairs quickly. At the top of the stairs, he again repeated the same procedure, giving the security guard his alias and saying he had an appointment with his boss.
The security guard turned, giving a light tap on the door. Moments later a beeping noise sounded and the door opened. The man held his breath, passinng the security guard and entering the room. He walked forward, counting the doors on either side of him. A guy sat in the corner of the room at a desk, his head lifting when the man walked through the door.
"Hello, sir, can I have your name please?" The man at the desk asked, holding a pen in his hand.
Calm, cool and collectivly, the other man spoke. "Uhm, Nicholas, Nicholas Santos." Of course that wasn't his real name, no, he was assigned this name. His name, however, was, Angeal Hewley.
Angeal watched as the man at the desk rose to his feet, giving a quick nod. "It'll be a minute, have a seat." Angeal smiled as the man walked through the door behind his desk.
He turned on his heel, walking to the beginning of the hall way where the four doors he passed earlier, started. Turning back around, he stared at the big doors leading into the office, leaning against the wall. After five minutes had past, Angeal began to get nervous; what could be taking this long? As he shifted his position against the wall, a door behind him swung open and in stepped an auburn haired man. Angeal caught a glimpse of the man out of the corner of his eyes, time seeming to slow down in his mind as he examined his side profile. For a brief moment both men caught eyes, causing Angeal to quickly turn his head away.
The auburn haired man walked towards the office doors, giving a brief glance at the man that stood behind him. He smirked, reaching the office doors and turning around he walked half way back across the room, standing in front of the man he passed moments before.
"Who are you?" Angeal heard a soft, yet masculine voice speaking to him. He raised his head, looking to the auburn haired man.
"Nicholas.." Angeal said, in a daze, staring at the beauitful sight in front him. The man who stood before Angeal was wearing skin tight, red, leather pants; a loose, paper thin, dress shirt, only two of the buttons fastened. Angeal's eyes slowly looked from the mans navel to his chest, a ring that hung in his left nipple glinting in the light.
The man stepped closer to Angeal, his smirk growing. "Mm, Nicholas, huh?"
"Y-yeah," Angeal took a step back as the man stepped closer. The auburn haired man took the final step to Angeal, touching his shoulder, causing him to shudder lightly at the touch.
The man slowly began pushing Angeal toward another door, opposite of the one he came through earlier. "I like that name. Very... sensual," his smirk growing a little bit more as he reached for the doorknob, using Angeal's body to push open the door. Angeal started to fumble over his own feet as he was pushed into the room and up against a long, sturdy table. Angeal's eyes widened as he looked at the beautiful stranger in front of him, his mouth going dry. The auburn haired man pushed his hips into Angeal's, elicting a small moan from him.
The man gave a light chuckle, leaning back slightly and looking Angeal over. Wearing a navy blue buisness suit, he was taller than the auburn haired man by a good two to three inches. He was very broad shouldered from the stranger's veiw. He put his hands on Angeal's shoulders and slowly moved them down from his shoulders to his arms, moving his fingers with every curve. Looking up at Angeal's face, he smiled when he saw Angeal's raven colored hair, shocked expression, and firm looking lips.
Angeal placed his hands on the table, leaning back, away from the man. He felt the softness of the man's hands, tensing up at where the stranger had placed them. The man's hands reached for Angeal's coat buttons, pushing his hands inside of the coat. Feeling the dips and curves of Angeal's abs, he smiled, leaning closer and pressing his lips against the raven haired man.
Pushing hard into the man's lips, Angeal grabbed the stranger's hands by the wrists. He held them up and pushed the man against the wall, across from where they were. Angeal pulled his lips away from the man, panting softly.
"Don't touch me," Angeal said as he loosened his grip on the man's wrists.
The man pulled his hands from Angeal's grip, touching his face softly, "Didn't you like that?" Angeal started to smile.
"That is why you can't touch me, I do like it." He backed away from the man, starting to walk towards the door. The man growled, there was no way he was letting Angeal get away. He turned and grabbed Angeal's tie, pulling him closer; crashing his lips into Angeal's. Angeal's eyes widened as he felt the strangers lips moving against his, all the blood rushing to his groin. He was defeated; he couldn't take it any more. Angeal gave in, turning closer to the man, and placing his hands on the man's waist. Grinding his hips into Angeal's, the man started to smile, slowly sliding his hand down Angeal's abs and to his belt buckle. Angeal's mind clouded over with lust, going against his mission and reason for being there. The man's hand slipped into Angeal's pants, rubbing him through his boxer briefs.
Angeal moved his hands from the man's waist and around to his backside, the man giving a slight moan when he felt Angeal's hands touching him. His hands cupped the man's ass, pulling him closer, their hips grinding together. Angeal pulled his lips away from the stranger, noticing how his lips glistened with his saliva. They stared at each other for a second before forcing their lips together, their bodies pressed tightly together. Angeal started to feel drunk from the man's kiss, which tasted of cheap vodka.
The man giggled softly, feeling Angeal's arousal pressing against him, after he had been working for a few minutes with his hand. Angeal pulled the man closer to him, grinding their hips together harder; making the man moan loudly, Angeal bit down on his bottom lip. The lights flicked on as Angeal started to kiss the man's jaw line. Both of the men looked at the door, the guy who sat at the desk earlier looking at them.
"He is ready for you, Mr. Santos," Angeal straightend, removing his hands from the man's backside and stepped back. The auburn haired man's hand, still being in Angeal's pants, was pulled, his arm out strechting as the raven haired man stepped backwards. The man laughed as he pulled his hand out of Angeal's pants, leaning against the wall, and licking his fingers. Angeal turned and walked out of the room, buttoning his coat as he re-entered the hallway.
The auburn haired man smiled at the desk boy, "Your turn...later."
The guy bowed to the auburn haired man, returning to the hallway with Angeal. Angeal returned to the lobby area of the office, his face flushed. A man walked through the office doors with two security gaurds in front of him.
"Welcome Mr. Santos, forgive me for making you wait. I had to deal with something about my son." The man standing before Angeal could make one feel intimidated. He was dressed in a black pinstripe suit, his raven colored hair pulled neatly into a ponytail at the top of his head. Though he was old, his face held no signs of aging. His skin still looked as smooth as a baby's bottom. His eyes were as red as the color of blood and they bored holes into Angeal.
Angeal swallowed hard, tilting his head down, "No trouble, Mr. Valentine. I understand family is important." Angeal smiled and started to walk into the office. The security guards stopped him, starting to pat him down.
"You understand that I am very cautious around new people, and I have to make sure I can trust you, Mr. Santos."
Angeal smiled, raising his arms," Be my guest, I have no problem with this."
The auburn haired man walked out of the room that he and Angeal were in, fixing his hair and turning his head when he heard his name. "Genesis, I had another issue from you distracting the younger, male workers."
Angeal glanced behind him, making eye contact with the stranger from before. His eyes widened when the man known as Genesis smirked at him, licking his lips.
"Sorry father," Genesis pursed his lips, "they are just so innocent looking, I can't help but touch them." He shrugged, walking through the door he entered from before.
Angeal turned his head forward; how could this have happened? He knew Mr. Valentine had a son named Genesis, but never knew what he looked like. Angeal hung his head in shame, he had let lust control him, and now, Genesis not having got what he wanted would try to get to Angeal again; most likely blowing his cover. He knew Genesis was the type who got whatever he wanted, and right now, Genesis had his eyes set on Angeal. The bad thing was Angeal wanted Genesis too, and he couldn't explain the feeling that had over taken him when Genesis appeared in front of him. He tried to shrug it off as lust, but something inside of him was saying otherwise. The way the desk boy looked at Angeal made him feel like he had failed his entire mission. Angeal knew he would have to be reassigned, or else he would lose his job.
Author's Note: It will be awhile before I post the next chapter. I'm still working on this whole story. Close to done. But, I wanted to post the prologue to see what people think. If I get enough reviews I may just post another chapter. Hehe. Any ways, I hope you all enjoy it.