Title: The Kingdom of Hell.
Author: TheRedPony
Rating: R, consensual sex and language.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films. It is not my world, just my playground.
Story Notes: This chapter took a while but I had to stop and rewrite 3a, I think they flow better now. If you haven't read the new 3a please do so before reading this chapter.
I've been the lowest of the low on the planet
I've been a sinner all my days
When I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways
The preacher asked if I'd embrace the resurrection
To suck the poison from my life
Just like an existential cowboy villain
His words were balanced on my knife
Devil to pay, on judgement day
Would Jesus strike me down if I should pray?
-Sting
***
Jones nodded and moved to a black conference phone sitting on the table. It had appeared their some time during the encounter. His fingers were tactful yet masculine as he tapped the many numbers on to the keys. He was the largest of the three agates. Tallest and with the most sweeping shoulders and powerful build. Brown the shortest looked almost doll like in comparison.
He pushed a final black button then stepped back allowing smith to take over.
"Operator." A cool crisp woman's voice could be heard.
"This is Agent Smith."
"Good afternoon Agent Smith, this is Demeter, how might I direct you call, Sir?" She sounded young and innocent, though Smith knew that Demeter was many hundreds of years old.
"We need to speak some one named Mouse. I am not sure were to find him but we have card that denotes him to the red hall."
"We sir?"
"Agent Jones, Agent Brown, Twin One and Two and myself." His voice contained a touch of irritation.
"Very good Sir, I could give you his quarters, but I know for a fact that he is out now."
"We need to speak to him immediately."
"I'm sorry Sir but he is currently mounted in the Roma Arena."
"No one rides in there but Her Lady, Miller, Kelly, Evens and Bryant. He can't be in the Roma Arena" He stated this fact like the woman had just told him that the moon was made of cheese.
"He is her assistant, Sir."
Smith looked over at the twins. "You were contacted by Lady L's own assistant and you didn't tell us?"
Two shrugged "We did not know."
Smith rubbed the bridge of his nose unconsciously, and then stopped as the human like action perturbed him. "I believe he should here this, it is most important."
"Alight then Sir I will connect you to the Roma Arena."
The sound of the phone line clicking over was followed by elevator music playing sappy type romance songs that seemed hell bent on driving all present to run away, or at least hang up. It rang for a good two minutes before it was picked up by a very caustic sounding voice. "This is Bryant" Smith actually scowled at the name
"This is Agent Smith."
"I know who it is, what do you want Smith." His voice burned against the walls of the white room. It sounded far more human then any agent that the Twins had ever heard speak before.
"I need to speak to Mouse." Smith was level and mindful in his speaking, like tip toeing through a minefield.
"You can't" The reply was blunt.
"And why not?"
"Because he is busy and does not need you to lead him amiss"
"You may speak your peace to me when we are face to face Bryant, but for now I must speak to Mouse, or I will be forced to inform Her Lady that your protective nature caused her two newest acquisitions to miss their gate?"
"Give him the phone Bryant, stop being a prick!" A voice shouted form the background on the Arena end.
"Go fuck Miller, Kelly." His voice had softened slightly; this was more of the sibling like taught then a real insult. The twins were taken aback; this was an Agent saying these things.
"I will if you would get off the phone so we can finish this quadrille pattern." Laughter was heard in the background. Laughter, Agents don't laugh.
"Fine" Bryant shouted back.
Another voice came on the line. The twins instantly recognized it as the kind boy that had spoke to them in the. "Sorry about that guys. Bryant's cranky because he didn't get his juice box." A few choice insults were heard from the arena along with more laughter. The chorus from Elvis's Burning love could be heard, song loudly and slightly off key in the background.
"Excuse use for interrupting, but are those actually Agents?"
"Yes, most unfortunately" Smiths voice came filtered with distaste.
"Can Agents get high in Hell? That's what is sounds like."
Mouse snorted "No mates, Agents cant get high, they are just always like this. Agents are a Hell of lot fun once they let go of all the Mainframes bullshit. No offence gentlemen."
"Non taken" Smith replied.
"So what's up that you gents are with Smith hear?"
"Their safety was deemed compromised at the château. So they were moved here. Will you be retrieving them? They need to be out as soon as possible."
"Well Smith, I can't do any thing earlier, but Kelly and Miller can come in about three hours. Sorry but it's the best I can do."
"Thank you Mouse it is acceptable."
"Any time Smith." A few muffled curses and shouts of not to touch some item or another played against two people now singing Heartbreak Hotel as loud as possible, before the line went dead.
The room was silent, and eyes darted back and forth. Contacting them all ways tends to leave people in shock. The twins looked at Smith.
"We have never heard of Agents acting in such a manor."
"Wait until you meet them." Jones said in his cool voice. "They are on par with the most eccentric of humans. They were not always like that. But they were deleted a very long ago"
Smith shock his head "Those four were eccentric before they were deleted by the Mainframe, and I assume that was one of the reasons they were. There is a high possibility that her Lady wrote them with the plan of making them in to her bodyguards in time. They were the last four agents created in her hand, and of all the agents they were always the least loyal to the Mainframe. They are eccentric but they are valuable non the less."
"Well technically Bryant deleted him self." Jones added.
"An agent deleted him self? You can do that?" said Two.
"Well he is the only one who ever has. He was a lot like Brown, hated human, but he become so sure that he was corrupted beyond repair by then that he defragmented his own code." Jones smiled "Now he just hates the rebels and Smith."
The twins turned to judge Smith's reaction. He however portrayed no appearance that he even had heard the comment.
"Why does he hate you Agent Smith?" the second twin asked.
He glared him down. This was obviously a very sore subject. "It is of no mater, for you exile." It was the agent equivalent of 'shut your trap an mind your own business.'
Smith stood and turned to Brown and Jones. His voice had returned to its normal sultry monotone. "Room 101 is unoccupied, be sure to modify the code so they can not phase through the walls." They nodded, the motioned for the twins to follow them. They stood and crossed the room like silver shadows. Brown opened the door and walked out. Jones fell in line behind them, closing the door with no more then a whisper.
Smith removed his sunglasses, folding them carefully; he set them on the large metal table. It was not yet past one in the afternoon but the day seemed to be much older then that. He was frowning again, he did not care if it made him look old.. He was old damn it! And right now he felt ever one of his many long years. Back in the beginning it was so simple. Go. Kill. Report. It was done with no emotion, no thoughts about it. Back then Brown, Jones and himself had been perfect partners. They had moved like the Twins did now, each step in synch. It was good for many years, as new agents were made, and many rebels killed. Then Wesson, Marietta and Christian began to degrade. It had been very unnerving watching three highly effective agents become not only useless but a danger to their male counter parts.
They had been the only ones ever written from scratch to be as female, and the first to be deleted. The rebellion had nicked names the three of them the black widows. Like their programming dictated they had evolved to be the most effective at their jobs as possible. More then one rebel man had been caught in their web. Their skilled hands and mouths made the rebels tell all. With enough time they swore they could stop any male in his tracks. Eventually as soon as a rebel was captured buy them the plug was pulled. Wesson, Marietta and Christian were to say the least not thrilled by this. Their favorite past time taken from them, they turned to their male counterparts for the thrill of seduction they sought. They had no desire for any coppertop, they would take no less then a challenge. The male agents, slower to evolve had not yet reached a point where their systems could handle the swell of physical information that came from three very attentive female agents. More then one male agent crashed under their touches. After the third reboot of an agent they were deemed an unnecessary risk and deleted.
Smith wondered why he thought about them now; he had been pensive the last few months. He had noticed it after Anderson had destroyed him. Never before had he pondered about were the other agents who died went. He was developing emotions he could tell it bothered him. His programming had peaked and was reaching its climax. When Johnson Jackson and Thomson had been brought on line he had instantly recognized tier improved programming. They were superior, and he and his partners where obsolete, now more human then Agent. That's why he had failed, and why Anderson had destroyed him. The mainframe however had seen fit to bring him back online, not as field agents but only as workers in the office. However there was a few hours between the time Anderson had destroyed him, and the time the Mainframe found him, in that span she found him.
Her Lady had stumbled across him in the code sitting knees under his chin, pressed in a coded corner of a scrolling hallway. They hadn't talked much; she mostly had sat beside him in the swell of green, and held his hand. She had smiled and told him things that did not mater; her gentle words fell on deft ears however as he was so in shock, a rebel had destroyed him. After some time she stood and took him to his feet.
"Its time to go back Smith." Her sweet voice was calming, and she stroked his hand again. When he did not reply, she added. "Come on love, you cant stay here."
"I have nothing to go back for. I will be deleted for my failure." His voice sounded drowned, like a creature with no fight left.
She just smiled "Come now, non of that. If you stay here, then how will you distort him in the future?' He did not have time to ponder the question. She shoved him and he woke up back inside the agency.
Smith rubbed his temples, then placed his earpiece back on. He picked his pristine sunglasses back up and slipped them on as well. He left the white room and raised a hand to the white door. The unaware Merovingian would be deposited automatically in a looked cell; the Matrix came in very handy at times. Once again his lethal agent mask was securely in place, all traces of his pensive state gone. He could be heading off to destroy rebels or track down an exile but he was actually off to do paper work. Such was his life, if you could say something never born was truly alive.
***
Agent Jones and Agent Brown led the twins to Room 101. It was just down the hall way
"I'm sorry but we will have to confine you there until it comes time for you to leave." The twins nodded understanding.
They stepped inside and the deadbolt locked behind them the sound was unimportant that alone could not hold them. The walls shimmered green for an instant, and they knew that only now, this room was an inescapable cell.
The room was not white, as one would expect but actually a very small but not uncomfortable apartment. The walls were a soft grey, with pale green floors. Charcoal counters in a small kitchen area and modern black cabinets hanging on the wall. A pristine black table with two black chairs. In the back one large black bed was the only other furniture.
One laid his coat down on the table; he removed Twos for him, and then pulled his twin to lie on the bed along side of him. They collapsed into the black shadowy comfort. Agents had remarkable taste in bedding One mussed, as he felt the soft fabric under his hand. He drew him self up next to his twin, and laid his head on the pale shoulder next to him. He moaned slightly.
//We are so sick of this place. // One was angry it showed in his thoughts, and the way he tensed. They were sick of every thing about their life.
//We hate it. We do. // Two was calm and quite. He was usually the more reserved so this was not surprising, he gently stoked Ones hair. //but just think, we only have a few more hours until we are done of it. Can we think of any thing to fill our time //
One sat up and smiled at Two. //We think we are not so tired any more. // He leaded forward, and laid soft lips upon the soft skin of a pail neck.
Two sighed then laid his head back against the over stuffed pillows, giving his lover full access to his neck. One seemed to feast at the site. He hissed slightly, as his looked over Two's body, knowing quite well what lay underneath the platinum cloth. Leaning over, he just grazed the skin with his mouth, with touches soft as shadows. He allowed his lips to float over his skin as he drifted to Two's white collar. Most carefully One loosened the knot on the silver tie and when its was completely open it pulled it out in a grudgingly slow movement. Two shuddered as the silk dragged across his pale skin the feeling was exhilarating.
One was humming softly and tracing lines across Twos body with one hand. His other arm propped him up watching Twos face shift as his hand drew closer to were Two wanted to be touched. Then darted away like a fleeting dove. Finally his flat palm came to rest upon the bulging silver trousers. Two was whimpering as One caressed him gently though his pants.
Then in a swift movement one swung him self over. Two gasped as One straddled him bringing their swelling erections in contact through the layers of fabric. The sound was muffled as One caught the moan in his throat by sealing Two's mouth with a deep kiss. Two moved his hand to remove his shirt but One reached out to stop him. He met Twos glance with a smirk, and kissed him again. Then starting from Twos sides, sweet pale hands moved up along his body. One slowly removed Two's vest then his hands flouted over Two's body. When Two arched his back to meat Ones hands, he was rewarded. One stroked Two's chest gently, and then let his fingers caress the pale form below him as he undid each button. White hands, drifted down white silk like rain running down a pain of glass. Silently they rested on Twos belts, whose eyes were rolled back at the exquisite feelings over his body. Everything else had been so slow that this seemed like a flash, almost instantly the silver belt was gone, One had undid the clasps and whipped out of the loops. The shock jolted Two's hips up into One's and they moaned at the contact. Two hissed at the sting that passed in a wave over his sensitized body. One grinned he loved to watch Two gasp in passion. It was the highlight of his day.
Two locked up at his lover with a glare. //We are too fascinated with watching us do that//
One kissed Two again. //We think that, that habit of ours is most rewarding. //
Two smiled //We have to many cloths on. Let us share the fun, my love//
One nodded in reply and dropped his hands to his side, letting his twin undress him. He loved that feeling, being fawned over by that pale angel below him. He moaned and rolled his head back as Two gracefully stroked him just above his trousers. His white fingers floating on his white skin. Each clasp was carefully opened. They were gentle this time. Going slow, not wanting to loose each other. An hour ago they had been bleeding under their cruel former masters hands. This was for them, and for healing; they needed this time, this total sharing to make them whole again.
Now both of them shirt less, Two grinned //That's better but one more thing//
Two undid the belt clasp his equally pale wrists skipping over the bulging front of the trousers as his methodical hands worked slower then necessary. One whimpered with both passion and frustration, he hated when the tables turned like this on him. The belt that was snaked around his body was uncoiled from his middle. The movements were almost unperceptive slow; as the metallic leather fell from the last loop to the ground he sighed. Then it was ones turn to gasp. He fell forward, head over his twins shoulder as Two grasped him through his trousers.
One cussed slightly while Two laughed like water in his ear.
He hissed //We will pay for that// through gasping breaths.
//We do hope so// Two whispered headily back.
One pushed him self up and glared at his twin. He leaned forward and kissed him this time quite forcefully. He bit at Two's lower lips, who in reply arched his body into One, and returned the fevered kiss with even more fire. One sat back up and Two gasped as the cool air suddenly hit his body. One smiled and undid the clasp to twos silver slacks. Boots were hastily removed and tossed aside, then Twos pants and boxers were removed in one swift movement. Planting burning kisses on Twos chest and abdomen, One moved down his mirror. Pale hands were in his hair but then on his shoulders as he was pushed away. One hissed and Two grinned.
//We want to watch us undress all the way. //
One nodded and stepped back off the bed. He stepped out of his boots quickly but spent more care on the rest of his dress. Slowly he drew the zipper of his slacks down, he lulled his head back and moaned slightly and open teeth grazed his erection. Twos breath caught. Deft hands opened the top button on his pants and they fell pooling like mercury to the floor. Silver satin boxers glittered as they too fell to the floor, and finally black glasses were pulled away to revile dazzling ruby hued eyes.
Two sighed and removed his own glasses, and set them beside their duplicate on the black table beside the black bed. //We do love our eyes. So much better, purer then that of those awful humans//
One didn't even nod; he just stood panting slightly looking at Two. Unable to resist any more, Two stood and closed the gap between. One reached out to him then pulled Two into his arms. They kissed feveredly. Then pressed along their lean muscled lengths and ground them selves slowly together. The first gasped reveling in the contact of their two organs, it was like they were even more one then they already were. One was not fully aware as he was dragged back to the black bed by an impassioned Two.
Two shoved his twin on to the bed. This time it was his turn to be on top. One wiggled up to the head of the bed as Two climbed up onto him. No gentle kisses or caresses left in him so Two settled for what he did have, and for this One was grateful. Two flicked his and tongue teasingly over One belly, then licked a long burning and swirling line towards his erection. The burning places became lines of ice in the cool night air. One shivered at the heat and cool that made his skin crawl with desire. Two bit relentlessly as the pale white skin, teeth and tongue combining into flashes of pure pleasure. Both twins moaned now as the link in their minds fussed felling both their own and their partner's body. Then the world shattered.
Two licked a fiery line up the One's shaft and both gasped out. Two flicked his tongue over the tip resulting in another moan from both. This time the moan reverberated though Two mouth tormenting them even more.
"Now!" One gasped the first word they had spoken aloud all night. He had thought it but it was so strong it was on his lips as well. Two nodded and stretched him self out along the length of his lover.
The kissed again, then Two was rolled way to so that Ones erection rested unconditionally into the creases of Twos perfect ass. They fit together like perfect spoons, something they often marveled at, but they had long stopped thinking by this point. Ones legs came between Two's and spread them with a mad desire. One trailed kisses down the pale neck of Two, who gasped as two fingers interned his opening. One stroked him finding a perfect rhythm which they both moaned softly to. Two whimpered as the fingers were removed, then gasped as One's member, strong and pale as bone was driven into him.
They screamed, moaned and whimpered all at once as each felt both their own passion and that of his twin. One's hands roved Two's body and branded kisses into his skin. Then Ones hand found Two's hilt, perfectly identical to his. He flicked his hand along the length of it and bit back his screams into Twos neck. Two having nothing to hide his in screamed openly. This most elaborate form of passion was the only thing they loved more then killing humans. It was no wonder humans were so pathetic, so depressing. They would be depressed too if they would be doomed to never know such incurable passion. Two rocked into Ones hand as he was pounded from behind. This was all it took, as their perfectly synchronized minds and bodies peaked perfectly together.
Sticky with sweat and cum the twins smiled. They fazed and were clean once again. Two rolled into Ones arms, and smiled kissing his shoulder gently. Where ever they were going they would be all right as long they had each other.
They would rest for a few hours then dress again and wait for the agents to return for them. If they ever returned
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