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1 - Black Fang Reece/Steve
AN: Hello! Got some slash for you here that Jessamyne wrote quite a while ago now and it still fucking kills me every time. Anywayyyyy, old ones are here. Edit: I’m a total idiot, sorry. This is actual shit now, like legit shit that you haven’t even read or anything oh my god I know it’s amazing. Please don’t tell Jess or she’ll punch me right in the fucking face when she gets off the plane. The one I just posted is apparently here.
Reece still hasn’t said anything. They’ve been on this job for 3 hours and he hasn’t uttered a single word. It’s unsettling, to say the least, but Steve doesn’t know what to do. He’s immaculately dressed in a dark blue suit, black tie and leather gloves. His hair is perfect, parted straight down the middle. None of that his helping to ease Steve, all of it combining to make him even more nervous. He wishes he would say something, anything at all; his continued silence is making Steve feel like the target here.
Steve had tried talking to him on the drive to Canterbury, asking him if he was nervous or worried, but got nothing in return. Reece just sat there silent, staring out into the black night. Steve gave up trying and spent the rest of the trip wondering why Mark had chosen him to babysit this particular mute newbie.
The silence is finally broken by the sound of a key in the front door. They both turn, Reece rising from his chair and Steve follows suit. They didn’t work out any details before, Steve suddenly realises. He’s not had to worry about that for a long time so it didn’t even cross his mind to ask Reece how they were going to work this.
It’s mere seconds and their mark has barely opened their door before Steve’s got his gun pointed at him. “I wouldn’t try anything, mate.”
The man’s eyes widen but before he can say anymore Reece is in front of him, one hand on his neck as he knocks him into the wall. The man has a good 3 inches on Reece but it doesn’t matter right now because he’s gasping for breath and flailing about underneath the shorter man. Steve forgets to lower his gun, too transfixed by the calmness across Reece’s face. He gives nothing away, no sign of remorse at all as his fingers grip even tighter. The man’s face is turning blue and Steve can see his eyes roll up into the back of his head. One more squeeze and then Reece lets him go, the dead man slumping to the floor in front of him.
He steps back and looks over at Steve and Steve realises that he’s still got his gun pointed straight at him. He lowers it and Reece glances down once more at the still man on the floor, then crosses the room toward Steve. Reece still looks perfect and Steve’s not sure how he managed that. It’s almost as shocking as the killing itself. He takes off his gloves and slips them into his jacket pocket.
“Bloody hell” Steve tells Reece, watching him straighten his jacket in a nearby mirror. “The Silent Strangler.” Reece looks up and meets his eyes. Steve still can’t read anything in his face, which is becoming more distressing, but then a smile cracks over Reece’s face.
“Fair enough.” His voice is slightly higher than Steve thought it would be, although he’s not really sure what he was expecting.
“Oh he speaks!” Steve exclaims, and Reece smiles at him again and nods. They make their way over the dead man and out the door. “Good thing too; thought I was gonna be stuck with a mute this whole time.”
“You talk enough for the both of us.”
“Oi, you’re a bloody comedian now too?” Steve holds the exit door open for Reece as they make their way quickly to the black Audi parked nearby. “I think I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”
Reece is still laughing quietly to himself as they get in the car. “That’s just cause you love the sound of your own voice, obviously.”
Steve doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head in disbelief. Reece looks like a completely different man than before and Steve’s amazed by the transformation, by everything that’s happened, really. It’s almost enough to make him forgot how much he doesn’t like working with anyone else. Maybe Mark’s idea wasn’t so bad after all, he thinks, as they drive off once more.
Steve had tried talking to him on the drive to Canterbury, asking him if he was nervous or worried, but got nothing in return. Reece just sat there silent, staring out into the black night. Steve gave up trying and spent the rest of the trip wondering why Mark had chosen him to babysit this particular mute newbie.
“I’ve found you someone” Mark had told him as soon as Steve walked into his office. He sighed as he came around to sit in front of his desk.
“I don’t want anyone, Mark.” Steve tried to keep his face calm as he stared across at Mark. “You know I work better alone.” He’d been on his own for 5 years now, since Danny and St. Petersburg. Mark had granted him that, least he could do really.
“Yes but this kid is good, Steven. I want him with you.” Steve knew Mark’s word was final, could see it written across his face, and that there was nothing he could say that would make him change his mind. Dammit.
“For how long?” Steve was praying for a short assignment, maybe two or three jobs, at the most.
“For as long as think you both need it.” The smug look that crawls across his face is one that Steve’s wishes he could punch right off. Mark slides a folder across the desk toward him. “Details are in there; Kelvin will have your money and keys.”
Steve’s out of the chair before he can say anymore. He’s just about to the door when he hears a “And Steven?” He turns to meet Mark’s eyes. “Do try to be careful this time.”
The silence is finally broken by the sound of a key in the front door. They both turn, Reece rising from his chair and Steve follows suit. They didn’t work out any details before, Steve suddenly realises. He’s not had to worry about that for a long time so it didn’t even cross his mind to ask Reece how they were going to work this.
It’s mere seconds and their mark has barely opened their door before Steve’s got his gun pointed at him. “I wouldn’t try anything, mate.”
The man’s eyes widen but before he can say anymore Reece is in front of him, one hand on his neck as he knocks him into the wall. The man has a good 3 inches on Reece but it doesn’t matter right now because he’s gasping for breath and flailing about underneath the shorter man. Steve forgets to lower his gun, too transfixed by the calmness across Reece’s face. He gives nothing away, no sign of remorse at all as his fingers grip even tighter. The man’s face is turning blue and Steve can see his eyes roll up into the back of his head. One more squeeze and then Reece lets him go, the dead man slumping to the floor in front of him.
He steps back and looks over at Steve and Steve realises that he’s still got his gun pointed straight at him. He lowers it and Reece glances down once more at the still man on the floor, then crosses the room toward Steve. Reece still looks perfect and Steve’s not sure how he managed that. It’s almost as shocking as the killing itself. He takes off his gloves and slips them into his jacket pocket.
“Bloody hell” Steve tells Reece, watching him straighten his jacket in a nearby mirror. “The Silent Strangler.” Reece looks up and meets his eyes. Steve still can’t read anything in his face, which is becoming more distressing, but then a smile cracks over Reece’s face.
“Fair enough.” His voice is slightly higher than Steve thought it would be, although he’s not really sure what he was expecting.
“Oh he speaks!” Steve exclaims, and Reece smiles at him again and nods. They make their way over the dead man and out the door. “Good thing too; thought I was gonna be stuck with a mute this whole time.”
“You talk enough for the both of us.”
“Oi, you’re a bloody comedian now too?” Steve holds the exit door open for Reece as they make their way quickly to the black Audi parked nearby. “I think I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”
Reece is still laughing quietly to himself as they get in the car. “That’s just cause you love the sound of your own voice, obviously.”
Steve doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head in disbelief. Reece looks like a completely different man than before and Steve’s amazed by the transformation, by everything that’s happened, really. It’s almost enough to make him forgot how much he doesn’t like working with anyone else. Maybe Mark’s idea wasn’t so bad after all, he thinks, as they drive off once more.
