Memory: A Cheeky Perfect (8 years previous to story)
At the annual evaluation the first year Matthew was on the team he was asked "what's your position?"
The blonde paused then smiled. "I prefer doggy actually, or reverse cowboy."
The man across from him shifted and ducked his head some, avoiding eye contact. Matthew laught through his nose and then gave a real answer, "I'm the tactical genius. The group's computers expert and watcher."
"And what are you good at?"
"Not much, just finding and solving encrypted messages, the dirty secrets you hide, fixing and restoring computers, watching cameras - I have a good eye despite my glasses- cooking and oh, right, sucking."
The man visibly gulped as he lifted his eyes to look at the blonde, watching as he drew his tongue over his teeth. The man cleared his throat and pressed on. "What are your weaknesses that you bring to your team?"
"I would have to say not being able to fight very well and my oral fixation."
"Oral fixation?"
"Sucking and chewing with a need. If I'm not using my brain enough or if boredom sets in I get urges to suck and chew on anything I can reach."
The man watched as the blonde talked, putting a finger around his lips and occasionally doing as he was speaking of. It was as though talking about it just made the urge worse. Quickly he wrote down some false thing of him being perfectly fit and a hard worker then fled the room, face flushed.
"You got a perfect again? How do you manage this?!" Yao whined to their tactical genius who pulled free his lollipop, now just a stick, and replied.
"Well, I guess I tend to share a weakness with them."
Memory End