Flirt

Neo raked a hand through his hair as he spotted Maria, the long brown-haired librarian, well, ex-librarian, he'd help free a few months ago stood on the corner. She was looking very uncomfortable next to a slightly graying-black haired, pale-skinned man in an all black-suit with a black-shirt and tie.

'What's going on ? She wouldn't look that nervous unless something, or that guy was bothering her.'

"Maria, are you all right ?"

The woman's head jerked in his direction, her eyes incredibly relieved as they met his, she was almost crying. A movement caught his eye, a hand quickly being off the top of Maria's long brown-skirt.

Angry he stalked to a stop in front of Maria, glaring at the man, he demanded, "What the hell do you want ?"

He didn't expect the man's cool, gray-eyes to sweep over him with a disturbing amount of lust in them. It startled him so much, that for a second, the fact the man was suddenly touching his shoulder didn't register, but the appreciative stream of some language he didn't know clued him in and he knocked the hand away.

"You know what, I don't care, go away, go ! Seriously, just fuck off."

The guy laughed, smiled more than a little creepily, murmured more crap and finally left. A dark-blond/black haired man who'd witnessed the event shook his head in confusion then walked off.

When both men had disappeared from sight he asked, "Maria, do you know what that was about ?"

"You don't want to know, trust me, you don't want to know what he just said it was disgusting."

'I don't think I ever want to see that guy again. Ugh, I feel dirty just because he touched me now.'

A week later…elevator, Levrai

As he looked around the onyx walls, he couldn't help wondering if Smith's words from yesterday were true, "The Merovingian was flirting with you approximately a week ago. You see, Mr. Anderson, he has quite the…reputation, also he can't stand pretty things turning him down which you most assuredly did. While truly I could care less what happens to you, but I would avoid anything that he offers you, no matter how innocuous. You are my pretty thing, not one of his toys."

'If he didn't care, why would he say all that ? Why would he warn me and call me 'his' pretty thing?'

The elevator doors opened and he followed Morpheus, Trinity and then the maitre de into the restaurant. The walls were dark-green/onyx and columns were behind the dais raised table. If it hadn't been a mission, he would've sworn out loud because just like Smith had said, there sitting at the table in front of the white, green and gray glassed windows was the guy who'd 'flirted' with him. The table was covered in two tablecloths - the upper longer one which was white and the second shorter one.

'Fucking hell, let me guess I already ruined any chance we had last week. That's why he smiled, he knew who I was and I didn't have a damned clue who he was. I don't want to take anything because of Smith's warning, but I can't really risk ruining it further by refusing something. He's smiling again, he knows that too. If you already ruined it, it doesn't matter if you refuse. Hey, what'dya know the asshole does speak English.'

Gray-eyes glowed as the, suddenly tan-skinned, program, still dressed in what looked like the same black suit, raised a crystal glass of white wine in a toast, "Ah, Neo," he repressed the shudder of disgust at the Merovingian's caressing of his name, "and friends. Come, come, sit, I don't bite…much. Can I get you any thing, cake, wine…something else ? All you 'ave to do is ask for it."

Warily, he took the seat directly across from the French-man, while the pale-skinned, long black-haired woman, who wore a tight, cream dress, and sat beside the Merovingian rolled her eyes as if she'd heard this a thousand times. Before he could answer, she introduced herself in a husky voice, "I am Persephone, his wife.", then in an undertone, "Not that it matters for much.", with a glare at her husband.

'He's married to her, but…what sort of idiot would cheat on her ? Well, besides the French-man, of course, considering his flirting and reputation.'

Though, it made him very glad for the interruption and his shades as he looked over at Morpheus and Trinity, they both shook their heads slightly. Almost smiled at that because it let him reply, "Thank you, but no, we don't need anything."

"Non, non, I insist you try something, I only stock the best of everything, especially for my most important guests, otherwise I will feel that I failed as your host."

'Real mature, trying to guilt trip us into taking something. Goddamn it, I hate this mission.'

A bit of effort was required for him not to scowl as he amended, "I suppose some water wouldn't hurt."

'I can hope, but I doubt mine will be any definition of safe. What the fuck was that ?'

There was a rush of irritation and exasperation in the back of his mind, it wasn't his, so it could only, somehow, fuck if he knew how besides that mysterious connection of theirs, be Smith's. For the hell of it, he decided to try 'shoving' his full disgust back at the ex-Agent as one of the Merovingian's hands came to rest on his thigh.

How he managed to cover it, when the graying-haired A.I. motioned over a waiter and said something in French, while the hand on his thigh tightened its grip, before waving the guy away and said waiter stopped openly looking over his cassock-clad form before grinning and walking away to the kitchen, he'd never know.

What he did know was that he had a very bad feeling about what would be in that water's code. 'I hate this, I hate this, god, I am never going to be able to 'just' trust any smiling people after this, never. Especially, not if they start flirting with me, why does, seemingly, everyone want to flirt with me with this past week ?'

Minutes later, the waiter came back with a tray of glasses containing what looked like water. Smith's exasperation must have influenced him, because either he was imagining the guy purposely spilling the tray on him or it was just a very, very bad day. Of course, he ended up excusing his thoroughly soaked self to the men's bathroom, as he did he felt plenty of eyes, one pair of which was undoubtedly the Merovingian's, staring at his ass.

Really exasperated now, he pulled his shades off and put them on the white marble counter, murmured, "I so need a damn drink after this, a safe drink.", before leaning over the sink, then pushing hair, and blinking water, out of his eyes. Didn't even realise that he'd closed his eyes until they were jerking open as hands landed on his shoulders.

After what had just happened it was almost, almost, a relief to see the, almost eerily, bright-blue eyes of Smith look back at him. Still that made him spin around, his hands landing on Smith's chest, because of how odd it was he noticed that the black jacket was open now instead of closed, and demanded, "How the fuck did you get in here ? I closed the door, there's nothing, no way for you…without me, the fuck ?"

He noticed then that Smith's breathing wasn't as smooth as he'd thought, it was almost fast. The wetness from his hands had quickly soaked through Smith's shirt and the brown-haired man didn't have the excuse of being drenched in very cold water for his nipples to be hard.

Smith smirked at his confusion, a tanned finger reached out and he shivered as it started tracing over his cheekbone, "Suffice it to say that I have my ways. Besides did you think that I would miss an opportunity to see you soaking wet ?", then that hand slid into his hair sending more cold water cascading down the back of his neck.

Instinctively, he gasped, then before he had time to blink Smith was kissing him deep and hard, he groaned as the other warm hand slid down undoing the cassock's button's as it went, resting for a moment on his hip before cupping him roughly. One of his arms wrapped around Smith's waist as he leaned back against the sink to breathe. Maybe he had accidentally swallowed some of the water meant for him, because he wanted to get off now, the next thing he knew Smith was on his knees and, 'Holy fucking god ! Where'd he learn how to do that ?'

Must have said or done something because dark laughter followed his next moan. Smith pulled away and blue-eyes glowed as the ex-Agent answered with, "What do you think that all those copies are for ?"

'Is he being serious ? Fuck it, I don't care that's hot.'

If he'd been able to think he wouldn't have answered anyway, but the hot flash that followed demanded satisfaction which Smith was more than enthusiastic to provide. Heard himself dimly, "Oh god, mm, Smith."

A tanned hand stroked his hip as Smith pulled away, licked his lips and rumbled a breathless, "Yes, Neo ?"

'That's the first time he's actually meant Neo as my name. Wait, did he really just say that ? He's a literal arrogant fuck. '

"Fuck you...again."

A voice interrupted the blood pounding in his head and the heavy breathing, the Merovingian was smug, "So, this is why you went…off...so quickly." then it turned angry, "Il est une démonstration agréable que j'admets mais fout vous, Smith dans la merde, il était le mien! Recherchez, vous le dieu pestés, chiez en baisant, le cochon a fait face au bâtard."

He and Smith shocked jerked to look at the French-man before he looked confusedly down at Smith because the ex-Agent had started to laugh.

Whatever had just been said, Smith answered it in French in an equally, if not even more smug tone, "Bien il semble vous êtes parvenus ici trop tard, Merovingian. Il est mon amour, un de vos jouets et je ne le gardons pas. Maintenant, je will merci beaucoup pour sortir, parce que comme vous pouvez voir nous sommes occupés."

The Merovingian snarled and turned to stalk out, he really must've swallowed a bit of water because the thought, 'He is kind of hot or at least, he's got a nice ass.' , entered his head.

Smith distracted him by rising and kissing him. Annoyed as his cell suddenly rang, somehow he managed to shrug out of the cassock and throw it against the wall, a dull smashing sound before the ringing stopped.

It made him growl as he kissed Smith when the door opened, again. 'Get the fuck out and stay out.' Angry, he threw a hand out, a surprised grunt as the guy from last week was thrown out of the room and the door slammed itself shut not to open until he wanted it to open.

"Fuck people."

"Not people, fuck me."

"Mmhm."

Unfortunately, he'd only remember bits of the first time - slick, tanned skin and bright-blue eyes contrasting with white marble tile, the panting and the final groan of, "Neo."

They got dressed and he asked, "What happens now ?"

Smith had pulled the bathroom door open to reveal not the Levrai hallway, but the white hallway that Seraph had taken him through to get to the courtyard. A half-turn as Smith stopped in the doorway, followed by, "Are you coming ?"

For the first time Smith actually smiled as he nodded, he followed and pulled the door closed behind him.