If there was one thing Buck Rockgut hated it was Business Meetings with the Organizations the Agency thought could help them in one way or another.
He hated having to spend his time trapped inside a stuffy room while dealing with the Slime ball Business men that owned the Companies. They where all the same as far as he was concerned: Selfish men who probably spent hours thinking of new ways to scam others while lining their own pockets.
Why they kept sending him to be liaison for these men was beyond Buck but a mission was a mission, so the American kept his thoughts to himself and did the best he could without reaching across the table and snapping the other party's neck.
Closing his eyes, Buck leaned back in his chair and tried to relax as he waited for the current Business man he was suspend to be making a deal with. What type of person would this Mr. Red be? Probably an greedy old man who believed himself better then anyone else. Or maybe a younger man who thought he was God's Gift to the world. Was he married or did he believe himself a 'Lady's Man'?
Another thing Buck hated was going in blind but he didn't seem to have much of a choice on the matter. Mr. Red had done well to keep information about himself hidden from anyone who would go searching.
A brisk knock caused Buck's eyes to shot open as he straightened in his chair, giving a slight nod toward Jethro to let the person in.
The first person to enter the room was a blond hair man with shades covering his eyes, a clip in his ear and dressed in what Buck instantly labeled as a 'Bodyguard' suit.
He seemed to glance around the room, searching for any signs of danger before seeming satisfied enough to move to the side and allowing the next man inside. Buck felt his breath hitched as the man walked into the room, his familiar colored hair was like a flare in the night for the American. His visible golden eye scanned the room before landing on him and pausing for a moment.
It wasn't possible. He was a teen-possibly young adult- there was no way he could be the shrewd Business man Buck was waiting for. Maybe his son?
For a moment the American allowed his eyes to drift towards the door but no one else entered. Finally he allowed his eyes to drift back to the young man who he had slept with not to long ago, disbelief clear in his eyes.
The corner of the younger man's lip lifted slightly as amusement flashed within his eye before being replaced with a more business like look.
"Good Morning, Gentleman. I am Mr. Red. "
Red, though he would never admit it, fount the startled look on Rockgut's face hilarious. The poor man looked as if he was about to go into shock making Red ponder how the man would react if he discovered who Red truly was. Now that would be quite amusing to see but now wasn't the time or place for such things.
A part of Red crackled as he shock hand with Jethro then the other Agents there- minus Rockgut who still had yet to get his brain running- before sitting across form the poor Agent. He couldn't help but feel amused as he noticed Jethro kick the back of Rockgut's chair, snapping him out of his shock.
Some God was fucking with him, that Buck was certain of. He tried to focus on the Mission at hand but it was hard to do with Mr. Red -Now it seemed painfully obvious- distracting him, wither it was with that unruly smirk or a slight tilt of his head in a suggestive way that caused Buck's sole focus to be on that pale skin.
He couldn't focus like this, not when every more the younger made caused his mind to drift towards those blissful nights. The American couldn't help but be relieved when recess was called and the Russian left the room the room to deal with an important call.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Jethro asked as he watched his apprentice burred his head in his hands. It wasn't like his apprentice to end up like this when dealing wit what he called 'Sleazeball Businessmen'.
"I know him."
"Excuse me?"
Sargent had finally looked up from his phone, focusing solely on his Team's Weapon Expert.
"I know him," The man repeated a bit slower as if talking to a toddler.
"And how do you know Mr. Red? The guy takes recluse to a whole new level."
For a moment, the Weapon's Expert shifted in his seat before making up his mind.
"It doesn't matter. I was just surprised to see him here. "
There was no way in Hell could he tell them that he had been sleeping with the man. It wasn't something he believed they would be able to understand nor he did desire for any of them to start interfering with his Love Life.
He would just have to collect himself, hopefully before Mr. Red returned from that call, and force himself to focus on the whole reason for the meeting. They needed that deal.
Both the Agency and his Mission depended on it.
The sound of the door opening make the Weapon Expert look up to see the younger man re-enter the room. The first few buttons of his jacket and shirt undone, allowing the American to catch a glimpse of pale hairless skin.
Too bad it was easier said then done
Red, if he was honest, would admit he quite enjoyed messing with people and Rockgut was no exception.
The American was the Russian's favorite game to play, he pulled the other along on string only he noticed. Though it wasa game Red honestly should had ended weeks ago, yet the Russian fount himself reluctant to do so. The Agent was new, refreshing and oh so different from Nigel.
Don't get him wrong, Red was quite fond of the Spy, but the Russian needed something new.
And that something was the American Agent, Buck Rockgut was the polar opposite of Nigel. Nigel never would have allowed himself to be pulled along into Red's madness. Rockgut though, had no idea of the Russian's supposed insanity and unknowingly walked further into Red's lunacy.
Smiling to himself, Red sat across from the American Agent and continued on with his current game.