For a short thing. I saw the words "One day, I swear, I will fucking kill you." I went to an AU of Delirious being a paid hit man and is being told to kill Vanoss, a prominent gang leader.

Thank you Watch and Learn Kid for reading this over.

Ship: H2OVanoss
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"You know your mission, Delirious?" A warbled voice came through the computer. The aforementioned Delirious rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Of course I do. Get in, shank that bitch of a leader and then get the fuck out." Delirious leaned against his chair and sighed. "I'm a professional, don't worry."

"Don't fuck this up Delirious." The voice warbled and then the call dropped.

Delirious, or Jonathan, was the best of the best when it came to being a hit man. Everyone wanted his services. And now, some power hungry person wanted him to kill the most prominent and powerful person in Los Santos' Underground. He ran his hand through his short hair and grimaced. How was he going to do this one? Especially since-

"Jon, who was that?" His target asked, sauntering into Delirious' office. Evan Fong aka Vanoss. Leader of the biggest, baddest gang in Los Santos and the hit man's lover.

Jonathan sighed. "Don't worry about it, Evan. It's nothing bad. Just another target." Evan frowned. There was something off about Jon and it wasn't the fact that he hadn't sworn once since Evan had entered the room.

"You got a request to kill me didn't you?" He asked nonchalantly. Delirious flinched and he knew.

Delirious put his hands to his face and sighed. "How are you so blasé about this? I would be freaking out in your place."

Vanoss simply smirked. "Well, aren't you? This is, what, the fifth hit against me? How come I'm still alive?"

Delirious flinched. "I-I just can't. I'm too emotionally attached."

Vanoss rolled his eyes but reached out to Delirious. "I'd rather you kill me than anyone else and you fucking know it."

Jonathan groaned. "I know you bitch and I fucking hate the fact that you tell me this shit all the time."

Vanoss gained a steely look in his eye. "Well get over it. It's true so stop whining about it." He shook his head. "Either way, what are you going to do about the hit?"

Delirious shrugged. "What I always do. Say you are too protected."

Evan groaned and looked at Jon with a disapproving eye. "At least come up with something more original. Jeez Delirious, that excuse is fucking old."

Jonathan glared at Evan. "Fuck off. One day, I fucking swear. I will mother fucking kill you." He hissed.

"Good. I have no doubt in my mind you will." Vanoss smiled.

Jonathan threw his hands in the air. "Fucking Christ on a stick!" Evan snickered and Jon threw a glare at the man. "That's not what I fucking meant and you know it, you twat."

Evan shrugged. "What's for dinner?"

"GAAH!" Delirious yelled. "Fucking Asian shit as always." He jabbed a finger into Evan's chest. "This isn't over." He hissed.

Vanoss rolled his eyes. "Let's just eat."

In the evening, after eating the Asian "shit" and laying in post-coital bliss, Jonathan looked at Evan and hoped that the day when they faced off would be a long time from then.

Evan groaned. "Go the fuck to sleep Jon." And Jon smirked.