Written for Comment_fic on LJ
"It would be easier to just shoot them," Victor observed.
"I think we're going to avoid mass murder this time."
"Whatever floats your boat, big guy."
"Your co-operation is appreciated," Michael noted with sarcasm.
"On one condition."
"You're in no position to negotiate Victor."
"Hear me out. I let you run things how you like during the op. I run things when not on the op."
"What things?"
"Trivial things. What we eat for lunch. What DVD we rent. What sexual positions we try."
"Excuse me?"
"Or we can invent new ones. Whatever whets your whistle."
"Is this - you want -- I mean, you never said -- "
"Really, Michael? You're playing coy? Fine, if you want to role-play as the naive ingenue who's being corrupted, then sure. Whatever pops your popcorn."
Victor leaned over and kissed Michael forcefully. Then, with a wicked smirk, Victor dropped to his knees and undid Michael's belt. "So it's a deal? I'm in charge of all non-spy activities?"
"Whatever flies your kite, Victor."