Pudd forever - it's alright, I know that feeling! I've been fighting coursework (one assignment to do in a week with weird formatting - torture wasn't in it!) and NaNoWriMo, busy doesn't begin to cover it! And the album is AMAZING, honestly, it is freaking awesome, I'm in love with it!
34 Dougie's POV
I let go of Harry once I was sure he had the message, watching him choke in breath and clutch at his throat desperately.
"Could you have held any harder?" He coughed out, massaging his neck as he stood.
"Yes I could have, but I took pity on you because you did just take a man down with your bare hands." I glared at him. I was not happy him. He had actually tried to mock me, tried to make fun of me to my face. It got the victim talking, but I'd be damned if I let Harry get away with that trick again. It was not on, nobody mocked me, they usually got killed if they did. I only let Harry off because it was part of a job and because he was a good right hand man. Though if he pushed it too far I wasn't going to let him off for it, he'd end up just like everyone else, tortured and dead in a ditch. And I'd personally make him feel the worst pain imaginable before he died, no hesitation, no regrets. You did not mess with me and get away with it.
"Fine, fine. Won't happen again Boss. Jeez, what would you do if I snogged another guy?" Harry followed me out of the gym.
"I'd skin you, turn you into shoes. Rip out your tongue and shove it down your own throat and torture you for days until you couldn't take anymore. Then I may take pity and shoot you in the head, if not, I'll stab you through the stomach and make sure you felt it." I said simply, hearing him gulp behind me.
"Remind me to never cross you." Harry answered.
"Don't have to; you'll do well to remember it yourself." I replied, "Now take us home, I need to get out of these, I feel cheap and nasty." I tugged on the hoodie I was wearing. It may have cost £600 from Harrods, but I still felt cheap and nasty in it, like some lowly criminal. I missed my Westwood suits, badly.
"Right away Sir." The driver nodded and drove off towards home.
The drive was silent as I looked out of the window towards the quiet London streets. I quite liked the quiet of London at 4am; it was still busy, but nowhere near as busy as it usually was in the daytime. So much fun could be had in the quiet, people were usually so tired they didn't notice anything either, it was a perfect hunting ground for victims of any sort. Almost like a Wonderland of crime to be committed, as we just had done, thank God for the night.
We arrived back at the mansion in record time, also thanks to the lack of traffic, before I ran up the stairs, shucking the disguise as I did so. Just putting my pyjamas back on felt good and so unbelievably comfy compared to the sports clothes. Wearing disguises was all well and good for cases, but I would still prefer the suit (pyjamas at night time obviously) better than anything. It was more functional, I could do so much with a suit. I could look more intimidating and scary in the suit, but also could fashion it to look more like a weary business man down on his luck. It was the beauty of it, a suit was a better disguise than people realised, plus it was beyond comfy.
"Finally going to bed then?" Harry asked after I took a second to revel in clothes again, standing by the door, looking slightly nervous.
"Yes, it's 4am. I want to sleep for once, so get over here and get in too." I shocked him it seems, judging by the way his eyes widened in surprise.
"You still want me in bed with you? I thought you were still furious with me from y'know." Harry waved his hand to indicate our previous altercation.
"I got it out by threatening, you learnt your lesson. Now get in here right now, I'm used to you being wrapped around me like a leech." I didn't have to ask twice, Harry quickly stripped and crawled into bed. Though he was still hesitant in pulling me close.
"For God's sake, get over here you stupid twit." I yanked him over, pulling his arms around me and leaning against him.
"Sorry Boss, I just... We've never fought like that, you've given me so much leeway than others, I don't know how this goes now." Harry admitted, unable to look me in the eye.
"I can take that leeway away if you don't like it." I mused.
"No! No, I like that leeway! I just... I don't know what to expect when I anger you that much, usually the people who incur that wrath end up dead." Harry bit his lip, managing to look at me that time.
"You did incur my wrath back there; I took pity because you're pretty good at your job as it turns out. So I let you off. And after I've got the anger out, I'm fine. I don't hold grudges; I get the anger out and move on. So if it happens again and if you live through it, I'll be fine and want you next to me again unless I explicitly say I don't. Think you can remember that?" I raised an eyebrow at the end.
"Yeah, yeah okay. I can remember that... I won't be letting you down again though Boss, that I can assure you. I rather like my job here, I know I'll eventually die by your hand when I've lost usefulness, but I like working with you in the meantime." Harry nodded, tightening his arms slightly.
"What makes you think that you'll die by my hand one day?" I was curious; I hadn't told him that before.
"I'm an assassin; I know what happens to us when we run out of useful skills. We're killed off by our bosses, or killed on duty. Either way, we don't get lives after this, and I'm okay with that. I'd probably be dead or in prison by now if it wasn't for you anyway. I'm glad for the good fun you can give me instead, prolonging the inevitable." Harry shrugged in explanation.
"Like a prison could hold you." I rolled my eyes, getting away from the sentimental nature of this conversation. I didn't do sentimental, ever, if I could help it.
"Course not. Just using it as an example. Now go to sleep, I'm tired." Harry yawned, nuzzling down into the pillows and sheets.
"Don't tell me what to do." I warned lowly, leaning into his chest.
"Sorry Boss." Harry whispered before dropping off into sleep.