Title: Confidence Men

Pairing/Characters: Face/Hannibal, movie-verse.

Summary: Hannibal watches Face work from their base of operations, then they discuss his performance.

Note/Warning: see pairing. Written for a prompt at a href="http:/a_team_.com"The A-Team Kink Meme/a.

The camera was hidden in the runner at the top of the curtains, the backup recorder was in the fake ficus. Getting predictable, he thought, making a note to tell Hannibal they needed to get more creative next time.

He gestured his companions further into the motel room and closed the door behind them. "You said you're in Real Estate, James?" he asked, walking casually over to his small wet bar and pouring himself two fingers of bourbon.

James Breton nodded, looking awkward in the luxurious setting. His wife, on the other hand, looked hungry.

They were pimps running a poorly moderated brothel out of one of their low -income tenements, with no regard for their employees. Face nodded slightly toward the camera and then took the seat directly beneath it, in the deliberate blind spot they'd left. "So, do you strict to tenement housing or do you have your fingers in the commercial market?" he asked, keeping up the round tones which had caught their social-ladder climbing hearts' attention in the first place.

Aleese Breton looked slightly irritated, but James relaxed a little as they talked shop. Face gave him a few pieces of sound advice for any Real Estate agent looking to branch out into bigger business. While they spoke, Face made sure to use everything he'd observed about this power couple against them.

Aleese Breton was expected to respond to the seduction. It was a little surprising James was, too, but Face had an open mind. What was more, he had good eyes and this wasn't a total shock.

He'd had three well watered whiskeys by this point, and the Bretons had had their own, less doctored glasses to match, so Face was literally watching their composure fail in pieces as he took them apart. Aleese couldn't tear her eyes away from his neck when he loosened his tie and undid the top few buttons of his clearly expensive, tasteful patterned Oxford, while James glanced at his arms several times after he'd removed his cuff links and rolled the sleeves back, ostensibly getting heated from the alcohol.

He made plans to meet up with them after his business meetings the next day, eyes heavy on Aleese's lovely red hair and hand brushing the back of James' neck in passing.

They left, convinced that he took the only half serious as investment prospects, but completely serious as potential bedmates.

Face pulled the door behind him, and winked at the camera before quickly sweeping the room the make sure they hadn't left any bugs.

Then he called Hannibal. "They're ours, Colonel."

Hannibal chuckled, but it had more heat than it normally did. Face, sitting on the bed, glanced toward the camera with interest. "I can see that, Lieutenant. Think you can get them to confess tomorrow?"

Face nodded, laying back on the bed and moaning a little at the fantastic mattress and soft sheets. "Absolutely," he murmured. "Start with business like today, distract 'em a little...probably the wife'll give it up." He smirked just a little at the double entendre.

Hannibal snorted. "You could seduce a saint to sin," he muttered.

Face smiled slyly at the camera. "Good for you," he said.

There was a moment's pause, and Face heard the tell-tale sound of a lighter being flicked. "What'd you need, kid?"

"Mm," Face hummed, rolling his head back to give a good shot at his profile to the camera. "Thought I might run my plays for tomorrow by you...see what you thought."

"I watched an apparently straight man nearly offer to blow you, kid," Hannibal pointed out, not giving an inch and amused like hell. "I don't think you need any tips on the con."

Face kicked off his shoes and slid his feet flat on the bed to lift his hips. He let the phone lay flat by his ear and quickly loosened his belt and the fly of his pants and shimmied out of them, leaving him in black boxer briefs, his undershirt and half-unbuttoned oxford.

He grabbed the phone and activated speaker, adjusting the volume to keep it for his ears only and waived it at the camera, smirking. He could imagine Hannibal sitting back in his chair, cigar smoke curling around him, long legs stretched out because he owned whatever environment he was in.

"Wearing your khakis or your jeans?" He asked languidly.

Hannibal snorted. "Interesting question to ask your CO," he pointed out gently. Face heard a door close behind him.

Face rolled his hips on the bed pointedly, knowing he had Hannibal's attention. "Only seems fair," he murmured.

"Ah, but life isn't fair, Lieutenant," Hannibal returned.

Ball's in my court, huh? Face thought, entirely amused that Hannibal would make it this hard to have phone sex with him. "True enough, Colonel," he said, caressing the title. Then he finished unbuttoning his shirt. "Since you aren't going to level the playing field, you won't mind if I talk shop, then, do you?"

"By all means, Templeton," Hannibal murmured.

Face bit back a shiver at the intimate tone. Bastard, he thought as his pulse picked up. "Thought I'd start with Aleese, get James relaxed a little...ease him into it, you know?"

He turned up on one arm away from the camera and took off the shirt, giving Hannibal a nice view of the flexing muscles in his back. He resettled in a telling silence, and couldn't keep a small smirk from his mouth. He used it.

"I could have her swearing her own mother is in on it in five minutes," he said. "Whatever we need, you let me know and I'll get it from them."

"Hm." Hannibal murmured. "And things I just want, Lieutenant?"

He was about to answer that taunt with another when there was a familiar hum in the background. Face actually sat up. "Boss - are you driving?"

Hannibal chuckled. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said.

Face actually laughed. "You've got the laptop in the seat beside you, don't you?"

Hannibal hummed acknowledgment. Face smiled, eyes bright and wicked as he stared directly into the camera. "Let me give you something to watch on the ride over," he said generously.

"Anything you do, remember I will take it out on you later," Hannibal warned.

Face brought his left leg up for a good frame and palmed his erection through his underwear. "Gonna spank me, Boss?"

"I think about it every day," Hannibal said mildly.

Face tossed his head back and laughed. I bet. He looked back to the camera and rolled his shoulders until his open oxford fell down to his wrists. He leaned forward so Hannibal could see him twist his wrists in the expensive cloth, giving himself a loose binding they both knew he wouldn't want to tear.

"Fifteen minutes," Hannibal said roughly. And hung up.

Face wondered how hard he could get Hannibal without the audio component. He smirked. Fifteen minutes could be a long time.