... I honestly have no idea where this came from. Just... Don't even ask.
Oddest pairing ever...
DISCLAIMER: Me no owny :(
~Kitty~
Location: Classified
Time: 19:26
'I hate this place...'
Professor Zündapp was no stranger to the place he was in, though. Prison. It was bleak. Damp. Cold.
Miserable.
(Kind of like how he felt...)
All he wanted was to be rich. Power would heal his wounds; the ones that were cause by arrogant cars. He couldn't help the way he was born- didn't they realize that? Apparently not, since he was in that miserable place.
(In the back of his head, though, he knew there was another reason. But he didn't address it, because then it would just pour salt into an open wound that refused to heal...)
It wasn't like how it had been when he was in there last. He had only been in jail one time before, simply for weapon possession. He broke out, of course, which forced him on the lamb. He had worked his way up in the criminal realm. He had committed many other crimes and murders, but he hadn't been caught since. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be in jail. Then Finn McMissile came along with that tow truck...
Almost running into a wall, Professor Z shook his head to rid his head of those thoughts. He wasn't even going to address those thoughts. Right now, he had to meet with his attorney.
The big black SUV watching over him grunted as he opened the door for him. He hopped through the door, cursing at the parking boot that was required for them to wear twenty-four seven. He didn't find it very necessary... There were huge walls surrounding the place, there were huge security cars on steroids everywhere, and they carefully gave them only enough gas to where if they made a drive for it, they wouldn't get very far.
The professor narrowed his eyes at the car sitting on the opposite side of the table, which had papers scattered across it. That was definately not his attorney. The grey 1959 Chevrolet Impala Lowrider car with glasses looked nothing like his attorney, but apparently the stupid guards didn't notice. 'I bet they didn't even ask for this joker's license plate number,' Professor Zündapp thought.
(He was sexy, though...)
"Can we get some privacy?" the mysterious car asked in a gruff voice, masking the weird accent he had.
"Can't do that," the security guard replied in an equally gruff voice. "We ain't got security cameras and-"
"And you're denying my client and I attorney-client privilege," the car said, glaring defiantly at the guard. "I can have police here in five minutes to arrest your fender should you deny us that right."
The guard huffed. "Fine. You've got ten minutes."
He drove out of the room, the door clanking shut and echoing in the room. Professor Z limped to the table, looking questioningly at the Impala. "You aren't my attorney."
The mysterious car shook off the glasses. "Thanks for not rattin me out, man. I could have swore you would. Then I'd probably be in here with you."
"Who are you?" the professor asked.
"That's not important... But what is important is that you tell me why."
"... Excuse me?"
"You heard me, man. I wanna know why you tried to hurt Lightning McQueen."
Professor Z barked out a laugh. This was his pretend attorney? It was probably just some over-zealous super McQueen fan obsessed with meeting the one that had tried to kill the racecar. He stopped laughing when he saw the intense stare of the other car.
(He had the most beautiful blue-green eyes...)
"This isn't funny."
"Wasn't it all over the news? I did it for power... For money."
'That's not true...'
Only when he saw the car's lips moving did he realize that they were spoken aloud and not just in his head.
(Mmm... Those lips looked delicious...)
Professor Z blinked and glanced at the car, not noticing when the car had suddenly came to his side of the table. "What is your name?"
"... Ramone."
The professor blinked. He had heard that one of McQueen's closest friends was named Ramone...
He grinned deviously. "Ah, McQueen is a friend, no?"
Ramone...
(What a sexy name...)
Ramone rolled his eyes, saying in a crisp voice, "Stop dancing around the subject, man. Tell me what I want to know."
"I already told you-"
"And I already told you that what you told me was bullshit."
Professor Z grit his teeth. This car, this Ramone, was bringing up the very subject he hadn't wanted to confront. The horrible thought of that memory...
He shuddered at the mere thought of it.
Ramone's glare turned to a concerned stare. "Hey, you alright? You look freaked out..."
(His voice was so deep and it made his heart thump in an uncomfortable way, but at the same time it was so familiar and soothing...)
His eyes widened and he backed away from the advancing car. Once again, he was cursing the parking boot for restricting his movement.
He was soon in a corner, looking at the Impala with a- dare he say- frightened gaze. No, that feeling couldn't be explained as that, it couldn't have been.
A shock ran through his frame as Ramone's lips connected with his. All previous thoughts were wiped from his mind. He could only think about how soft those lips were...
He bit back a groan- because honestly, he was embarrassed enough- as Ramone's tongue ran across his lower lip. He granted the car access to his mouth, not controlling the moan that slipped out as their tongues collided. The other car pressed against Professor Z, forcing him back into the wall. Their tongues danced, wasting away precious moments that could be spent exchanging valuable information. Ramone's engine revved in excitement, matching Z's own purring motor.
(Cars with accents were always the best kissers...)
They separated breathlessly, both eyes wide. Ramone's pupils dilated with lust as he captured Professor Z in another kiss.
It was more passionate than the last one and Z was light-headed. Ramone nibbled on his lip, making Z gasp. With his mouth open, Ramone took the opportunity and connected their tongues again for another fierce battle, releasing a few moans himself. Z usually hated being submissive, but something about the other car made him wish he was never dominant ever again.
('Cause where's the fun of leading all the time...?)
That kiss was shorter than the first. Ramone separated, if only barely. His lips just barely hovered over Professor Z's, teasing him. "Now do you want to tell me?"
Professor Z shivered at his husky tone. "N-Never."
Ramone shrugged. "I guess I didn't convince you the first few times, Professor..."
(Oh, he was using that voice of his against the smaller car...)
Before there could be another kiss, the professor gasped out, "Alright! You win! I'll tell you..."
Ramone smirked and backed up, if only a little. "I'll win even if you don't tell me."
(If he had given a damn at that moment, he would have been angry...)
"Personal reasons," the professor muttered, looking away from the other car's eyes. "Racecars destroyed everything I have ever worked for!"
"You're going to have to be more specific," Ramone whispered, getting closer.
Professor Z let him, feeling a rage wash over him. "A big group of them, all in my hometown for a get-together about some huge race coming soon... I was roaming the streets with my newest invention, one that my recently deceased father helped me create... They destroyed it..."
He turned away from Ramone's empathetic gaze. "They smeared the name of my father... So I killed them... I killed them all... And I will not stop until their kind is wiped off of the earth..."
Ramone's eyes widened. "So the oil scam-?"
"Was just a step in my master plan, yes," Z finished. He sighed. "Are you happy now? You know more of my past then the past itself, because that's basically it. You may go now-"
"What if I don't want to?" Ramone whispered. "What if I want to take you with me?"
Z's eyes widened and he gasped. "You would risk a jail sentence? For a murderer you just met?"
He smiled seductively and pecked his lips. "Maybe. But you're a good kisser, so I think it's worth the risk..."
(So incredibly worth it...)
~Kitty~
... Yeah, totally creepy, right? Idk if I should continue this. Should I? Or should I just leave it a oneshot?
... Once again, don't ask me. This is what happens when you leave me alone bored as hell with a computer...
Review?
~Kitty~