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Unknown, Unknowns	By : DanceofDarkness Category: +1 through F > Boondocks, The Views: 2772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’m kinda making both of them a little more competent then they seem to be in the show,forgive me but this is how I see them…when they are kinda sober anyway…PLEASE REVIEW

Unknown, Unknowns Part 2

“Ed you cant wear that…”

“An why not? Looks fine ta me, wus wrong wit the way I dress huh!”

Gin clenched his jaw, pain pulsing behind his right eye…his eye brow twitched. The blond slouched forward and pinched the bridge of his nose. A vain attempt to ward off the migraine that had been lurching against his skull since early that morning, he drew in a ragged breath.

“Not like anyone gonna say anything ta me, anyway.”

Gin swung his eyes up to look at his irritating lover. The red-head was standing in front of a mirror that stretched from the marble floor to ceiling, attired in his usual cloths minus his chain. Ed turned away from his reflection to face Gin, defiance flaring in his emerald eyes, an irritated pout gracing his lips.

The blond sighed in exasperation; it was amazing how frustratingly stubborn Ed could be at times...it was also staggering how sexy he looked when riled. Trying to ignore the heat that suddenly smoldered in his belly Gin sat back in his chair, gritting his teeth against the flare of anguish that smashed against skull and held up an elegant finger.

“First of all Ed, you cant jus’ roll up to a damn formal party lookin like you jus’ got tossed from the mother fuckin ghetto,

A second finger joined the first,

“an second, an most importantly, its called formal f’a reason, formal…formal mother fucker it means that ya don’t ju’s throw that latest nigga fashion on an walk out the fuckin door.”

Ed snorted gazing at Gin with a raised eyebrow, a clear indication that he didn’t give a fuck about the etiquette of a formal dance. Bunch a rich ass, cock suckers…not like he needed to impress their snotty asses, fuck them.

Gin knew this look and groaned tilting his head backwards so that it rested against the curved back of his chair; closing his eyes against the now snarling migraine that was threatening to rob him of his civil attitude.

“Whateva, man, jus’…neva mind do wat ya like…jus’ my fuckin opinion tha’s all.”

Gin swallowed he loathed fighting with Ed, the heir had a razor edged tongue when he became wrathful enough, and often their arguments concluded with both of them storming off in different directions hoarse from screaming at each other. Gin hated those moments of heated intensity, when neither of them would back down, silently daring the other to say just one more mother fucking word.

He didn’t want to experience one of their famous roes right now; the pain lashing against his eyes was beginning to make him tremble, and he was afraid that if this argument escalated to either of them shouting he would faint. He blinked the mural of angels looming above his head spinning out of focus. Fuck.

He heard the faint rustle of clothing and softly grunted when he felt a familiar weight settle in his lap. Gentle kisses ghosted over his arched throat, and stopped just below the curve of his jaw. Long, elegant fingers playfully slide under his shirt, lightly tracing imaginary patterns along the curves and hollows of his muscles before settling on his chest.

Gin brought his hands up trailing his fingers over Ed's back, raising his eye brows when he found that his lover wasn’t wearing a shirt…his moved his touch lower and found that Ed was straddling his lap naked. It was then that Gin silently decided that he would argue with Ed a lot more often is this was the end result.

The soft caresses abruptly stopped and the blond reluctantly opened his eyes and slightly lifted his head, wincing. He found him self staring into pools of liquid green that were churning with the concern and fear.

“Yo head hurtin you again Gin?”

Gin wasn’t sure he had ever heard Ed speak so gently, he felt a smile flicker across his lips.

“Jus’ a little Eddie baby, I’ll be fine….”

Ed buried his face against Gin’s shoulder pressing more delicate kisses against his lover’s throat.

“M’sorry Gin I didn’ mean ta make ya get a damn….”

He trailed off when he felt Gin’s hands move from his lower back to the nape of his neck. The blond turned and nuzzled Ed’s cheek, flinching as the slight movement made agony claw at the backs of his eyes and careen down his spine.

“Naw Ed…ya didn’t give me this fucker…I jus’ get the damn things sometimes…it aint yo fault Red.”

Ed shifted so that he was comfortably pressed against Gins body his head resting against his lovers shoulder. Gin drew in a deep breath a wound his arms around Ed’s waist. He wished that he felt better; a naked, morose, naked Ed in his lap was something rare.

Instead on anything that required to much catatonic movement Gin began to thread his fingers through Ed's hair, the familiar motion comforting; the tension slowly draining from his neck and shoulders.

He wasn’t sure how long they remained draped across each other; sometimes trailing lazy kisses from the corner of Ed's mouth to his eye brow. Gradually the pain retreated, settling in the back of his mind, looming there, a constant shadow.

Ed's breathing had slowly evened out and was deep and steady his full weight leaning against Gin’s chest. Of all the things that Gin delighted in doing with Ed, holding the redhead while he slept was one of Gin’s favorites.

With out disturbing his lover Gin lifted his arm and rolled his wrist forward the silver of watch glinting in the rays of the setting sun. They had two hours until they would have to go to that fucking formal.

Gin felt like bashing his head against the elegant marble floor. He didn’t know why Ed wanted to go to the damned thing, something to do with his grandfather or some shit.

He tilted his head to one side whispering Ed's name and gently shook to the other man. Ed softly snorted, blinking his eyes open, they were glazed with sleep. He stared at Gin for a moment then nuzzled his face against lover’s neck and snuggled back against the blond. Gin chuckled, giving Ed a brief hug.

“C’om on Eddie baby, we have ta get up now if we gonna go mingle.”

Ed groaned, drowsily pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss below the collar of Gin’s shirt. His voice slurred with sleep,

“A’ight…wanna take a shower wit me?”
Gin lounged in front of the mirror, a satisfied smirk on his face, idly toying with the silken bowtie at his throat. He ran his fingers through his unbraided hair, still wet from his recent shower, and stood back to look at himself.

He had exchanged his usual suit for a silk tuxedo that was such a dark shade of midnight blue it was almost obsidian. His damp hair framed his face and was dyed a rich golden hue from the water. With out his tinted shades the piercing, stormy blue of his eyes was fully visible.

He stepped away from his reflection, content with his appearance, and moved to reclaim the chair he had occupied before his relaxing shower.

“Son of a mother fuckin bitch!”

He swiveled his gaze to the entrance of the bathroom and for a few moments forgot how to breathe. Ed was silhouetted against the doorway attired in a scarlet, silk Armani suit with a bow tie hanging loosely around his neck.

The intense color of the silken fabric had caused his red hair to become a darker crimson shade and had deepened the color of his green eyes to a jaded hue seething with irritation.

“Gin cn’ you help me put dis damned thing on?”

Gin swallowed, a shiver winding down his spine. His eyes trailing over Ed’s body as he stepped closer, mesmerized by how the cloth flowed with Ed’s movements. He could tell that the suit was custom made, sown to fit every swell and curve of Ed's muscular frame.

With trembling fingers he began to fasten Ed's bow tie, resisting the extreme urge to throw his lover against wall, rip the suit off and ravish Ed until he couldn’t stand.

Reluctantly he smothered his sinful thoughts, he would have to wait until the formal was over, or if he could catch Ed alone. When he finished he leaned forward to delicately kiss Ed's throat, and unable to help him self licked a burning trail to his ear.

“There ya go Eddie baby…s’not that hard…but I do like dressin you…almos as much as I enjoy undressin you.”

An amused leer curled the corners of Gin’s mouth, he knew with out looking that Ed was blushing. He felt the other man shiver, and a soft moan escape his lips. Gin pulled away, and turned to walk out the door. He glanced over his shoulder,

“You comin?”

Ed turned a darker shade of red and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like ‘almos’. Following Gin’s laugher as it drifted down the hallway.
Damn Gin hated formal’s, the way he saw it, it was just an easy excuse for rich mother fuckers to wave their money in front of other rich mother fuckers. He also had the distinct feeling that something illegal was going on at the party, but couldn’t tell what it was.

He sighed and took another sip of bourbon his eyes automatically scanning the room. Lingering on a few men dressed in plain black suits that were shadowing some of the wealthier patrons.

His eyes strayed to their tailored jackets noting the discrete curves of hidden guns. One even had something a little extra, when he turned away from his benefactor, his jacket flared at his sides and Gin caught the brief glimmer of glass syringes.

He was the one that needed to be watched, especially around the drinks and food. Gin glanced down at his bourbon and felt his stomach clench, then forced him self realize that no one knew who he was…had never seen him…the Agency did even know where he was.

The thought trailed off, though he kept his gaze firmly locked on the other man watching him until he left the room.

It felt strange… being at a gathering with some many people and not having an order to kill one of them. Having to constantly trail body guards and catch them unawares either with a bullet or a syringe full of sedative.

And he was uncomfortable without weight of his double ballers strapped to his waist, or planning his next move so that he could get away unscathed.

He chewed on his lower lip searching for Ed, just realizing that he didn’t know where the red head was, his stomach knotted again, panic beginning to pulse through his body. Then, silently berated himself for being a stupid mother fucker, drank the remainder of his liquor, and went off in search of Ed.
Ed stared down at his drink, barely even sipped, most of it had spilled across the floor when he had been viciously shoved into the room. He rolled his eyes to his grandfather who was seething in front of him, almost spitting in his fury.

Ed ignored his grandfather’s harsh voice, focusing instead on the wall just behind his guardian. The room that he had been hauled to was obscure, but close enough to the party that he could still hear its delicate sounds though the walls.

He was sure that it was one of his grandfathers many private offices, he knew that this one was used frequently because the mantle was lined with expensive liquors, and wines.

Above the fireplace there was a hand painted portrait of Wuncler I encased in an antique Victorian frame. A mahogany desk, lined with papers and scattered with pens, was situated in front of a glass window that rose from the floor and arching against the ceiling.

There was only one door that Ed could see and it was flanked by two men dressed in obsidian suits, their hands were resting inside their jackets.

Ed wasn’t sure if it was a trick from the light or if he was seeing things but he when the one on the right turned and close the door something that looked like glass briefly glimmered in the dim light.

When he finally turned his attention back to his grandfather he was being chastised for an off handed comment, one that had involved the words ‘jingle bells, boobies, and straight razor’ he never knew a woman could shriek that loud. Besides was it his fault the bitch didn’t have a damned sense of humor, or that she was one of his grandfather biggest patrons?

He was sure Gin would have thought what he said was funny as hell.

He glanced up cutting the older man off in mid-sentence.

“You done yet?”

The senior Wuncler resisted the urge to wrap his hands around his grandson’s neck and strangle away his insignificant life. He stalked closer his voice laced with venom, stopping when he was inches away from Ed's face. Looming so close that the young heir could smell the liquor and cigar smoke on his breath.

“I don’t understand how my son could have produced something so fuckin useless.”

He savagely shoved Ed aside, splashing him with some of his remaining bourbon,

“I highly suggest that you keep a civil tongue in that idiot head of yours, if you cost me anything more tonight I will toss you somewhere, where you can’t escape.”

There was a soft click and light flared in the darkness igniting the tip of a new cigar, Ed I took a long drag hissing the smoke between his teeth. Shaking his head he tucked his silver lighter in his pocket murmuring under his breath, though Ed could heard very word..

“Such a damned disappointment,”

He glanced back over his shoulder encircled by his two guards, almost taunting Ed to try something, and gave his grandson a smirk before disappearing in a swirl of smoke and expensive cologne.

Ed stood there, shaking with rage and shame; cursing he flung his glass against the portrait above the hearth

“Fuck you old man,”

He hissed to the dripping picture, and picked up one of the many cut crystal bottles that shimmered on the mantle and began to smash them against the marble floor.
Gin meandered down the dimly lit hallway the soft sounds of the party becoming muted. Ed had not been in any of adjoining rooms so he had to branch out his search, it was unlike his lover to not be in the center of the party.

He though he heard someone faintly talking and he tilted his head to one side. Fluidly moving so that he as shrouded in the gloom of the hallway, and pressed against the wall.

A small sliver of light cut through the gloom of the corridor as a door was opened. Gin tensed his hands instinctively going to his hips, searching for his guns that were not there, this was the last time we was to an event with out them. Damn it, he knew he should have swiped the cake knife when he had, had the chance.

He cursed shrinking back into the shadows his eyes fixed on the thin slice of light at the end of the gloomy corridor. A man in a black suit emerged, and Gin felt his stomach coil in panic, even in the darkness he knew this guard was the one that carried the syringe’s. He was joined by his companion and finally Ed's grandfather.

The blond felt his lips pull back in a snarl, he fucking hated that old man. Though he never truly met him, he knew from what Ed told him that he was a hateful, manipulating bastard.

Wuncler the I turned and cast a fleeting look over his shoulder muttering something to someone unseen; cigar smoke curling around his leering face.

He turned back to the two men standing before him and flashed them a wicked smile before they made their way toward Gin.

The blond pressed him self more firmly against the wall, holding his breath his eyes scanning the hallway for any potential weapons should things suddenly go awry, reverently wishing he had his guns.

The trio loomed closer Wuncler, walking between his two guards, Gin narrowed his eyes, smart man. If…there was a hit out on him he would be damned hard to kill.

The men he surrounded him self with were competent, and from what Gin had seen potentially deadly. A hit would make sense, he knew that the old man dipped his fingers of in a lot of illegal shit, and created a lot of enemies.

Not the Gin gave fuck about the old bastards criminal record, shit his former job was just as foul if not worse then anything Wuncler had ever done.

The three men moved past him silently listening to their employer as he growled under his breath.

“Sometimes I think it’s a damned shame his worthless carcass didn’t get shot it Iraq,”

Gin suppressed the growl that roiled in his throat, but stopped almost gasping, as pain suddenly stabbing though his skull. His vision blurred and he silently sank to his knees, his nostrils burning with cigar smoke and the rich scent of cologne. He took a deep breath but that only increased his agony, his stomach heaved and bile laced bourbon burned the back of his throat.

He staggered to the middle of the hallway glad that the other men had rounded the corner. Clutching his head, combating the urge to faint and leaned heavily against the wall. In the darkness of his mind something flickered, a brief memory that happened before….

The scent was beginning to fade and with it the writhing anguish that had taken hold of him. He swaggered to the far end of the gloomy hallway, bracing his hands against the frame to steady him self, and glanced up the room suddenly spinning into sharp focus.

The jagged fragrance of liquor cut though the fog in his brain; almost making him reel backward. He blinked his watering eyes, his gaze immediately falling on the dark liquid that glittered on the floor.

Ed was facing him standing in a sea of twinkling glass, his hands dripping wet and gleaming in the moonlight; idly flicking open a lighter then snapping the silver lid close. Even in the dim light Gin could see the insane fire that ignited in Ed's eyes every time the top clicked up, then slid back down.

Oh shit

Gin quickly strode forward his shoes crunching against the shattered crystal and tightly gripping Ed's wrist snatching the lighter away; absent mindedly shoving it in his pocket. He wrapped Ed in a tight embrace, running his hands over his back in soothing circles.

There were very few things that Gin was certain of in the world, few things he was absolutely sure that he knew about Ed.

Of course he knew the details that anyone could figure out if they spent five seconds with the heir: that he was depressive, that his grandfather fucked with his mind, and that he had been severely traumatized by what happened in the Middle East.

But the one thing that Gin was positive about, with a shadow of a doubt, that he wasn’t too sure that every one else knew, was that Ed was a fucking psycho.

Ed was ruthless, and was not afraid to take drastic life threatening measures; he would have been perfect for the Agency, the ideal killer.

This was what drew him to Ed, because Ed was unpredictable, so unlike Gin’s targets. Sleeping with Ed was like making love to fire, consuming, and dangerous. But this delightful trait was also Ed's downfall, his recklessness often led to him doing and saying stupid things.

He softly kissed Ed's ear, feeling his lover’s body tremble against his own. This wasn’t from arousal; it was rage so pure, and raw that it was scalding. Ed’s breathing was quick and ragged, and he was rigid against Gin’s body.

The blond continued his delicate caresses, whispering in Ed's ear.

“S’aight Eddie baby….”

His lover violently jerked away from Gin’s grasp shoving him away.

“Naw Gin it aint fuckin ‘aight, s’never ‘aight wit that mother fucker…. I’m sick a this shit man, tired of bein tossed aroun’ like…like I aint shit. I’m worth somethin Gin! God fuckin damn it, I’m worth more then that bitch ass mother fucker will ever be!”

Gin stood, silently letting Ed's wrath wash over him closing his eyes when Ed's voice rose to a scream, ringing his ears. Silence followed brimming with his lover’s heavy breathing. He flinched as there was a sudden crash as something was torn away from its place and smashed against the floor.

“His damned fortune meant more then to him then my fuckin parents then his own damned son, didn’t even show up to their god damned funeral, didn’t even lay eyes on me for six mother fuckin months….”

Ed whirled to face Gin,

“An he has the fuckin balls ta tell me I’m worthless,”

Gin spoke softly trying to calm Ed and slowly walked forward once again drawing Ed to his chest. Ed pressed his face to Gin’s shoulder his fingers slipping into Gin’s pocket tracing over the lighter.

“Bastard deserves ta roast in hell Gin…deserves it!”

“Ed…while burnin dis bitch ta the ground would be cool as hell there is enough liquor on the floor ta bring half of Woodcrest down, mother fucker would probably esplode an I think a lot of these snobby ass fuckers would be pissed if their houses got blown away.”

His lover snorted

“They rich…mother fuckers cn’ jus’ build a’nother house…”

Gin smiled gently rocking Ed back and forth against his hips almost slipping on the wet floor.

“C’m on man les get outa here…forget it,”

He felt Ed's mouth curve in a grin falling in time with Gin’s gentle swaying, the rhythm soothing away his rage.

“Gin…I…,”

Gin grunted trying to keep his balance, nuzzling Ed's neck cutting off his sentence. In all the time that Gin had known Ed, he had never heard his lover say the words ‘I love you’. Gin spoke them to Ed all the time, out right or subtly. It didn’t matter to him that Ed had never said….

He pulled away from the heir wrapping his arm around his waist leading him out the door. He raised his eye brow when he felt Ed entwine his fingers with his own and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Gin tightened his grip around Ed’s waist when he opened the main door leading back to the banquet. Ed turned to look at Gin his eyes hesitant, then an impish smirk flickered across his face.

Cupping his hand around the blond’s ear he unlaced his hand from Gin’s trailing his fingers along his lover’s neck and whispering the joke he had told to his grandfather’s investor.

Laugher rumbled from Gin’s chest louder then the flimsy conversation that floated about the room causing a few heads to swivel in his direction.

Ed jerked his head away from Gin’s ear his eyes blazing with sudden hatred, his voice lashing out almost an imitation of Wuncler I.

“The fuck ya’ll lookin at?!”

Silence immediately followed as every neck twisted around to gaze at the pair. Gin pulled Ed even closer against his hip, their position becoming extremely intimate, and wrapped his other arm around Ed's shoulders.

He let his eyes stray across the room quietly daring anyone to speak, he could tell with out looking that Ed had a wild smile on his face. His lover lived for moments like this, relished in making jaws drop.

Briefly Gin’s eyes suddenly locked with Wuncler I, they regarded each other with a brief unwavering stare, Gin narrowed his gaze. ‘Come on mother fucker…you an I goin ta have a nice talk soon wit out those two cock suckers wit you….”

Then the moment was shattered when he felt Ed shift against his hip. Gin clinched his jaw tightening his hold around Ed's body. He reluctantly tore his gaze away; there would be time for a confrontation later.

The spell of silence broke and light conversation resumed, wispy and polite.

He released Ed's shoulders but still kept one hand firmly clamped on his lover’s hip. Right now Gin wanted…needed to leave…his resolve was slipping, and if Ed didn’t stop that maddening squirming he was going to…. Oh…fuck that felt nice…. Damn Ed's mischievous hands!
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