Unnamed (aka The Geoff/Shark) hwi/ugs crossover, WIP, NC17 August 2003 - March 2004 I will finish this one day if it's the last thing I do. Until then, please enjoy the existing four parts. Before proceeding, be aware of the strong kink warning. Do not read if you are squicked by D/s, violence, mindfuckery, or borderline age. This is pure fiction and not any world of reality. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. Wait for me here, she had said. I’ll be back in a moment. Just wait here and don’t get into any trouble. There are some shady characters around these parts. Geoffrey crossed his arms beneath his too-big sweatshirt and drew his knees up to his chest. How come he never got to interview the good ones? He felt like a bleeding ninny, left sitting out here in the hall like a toddler waiting for his mum. Not fair. He took out his annoyance on the thumb in his mouth, scowling till his eyebrows met. One trainer kicked repeatedly at a spot of worn linoleum. "Stay here, Geoffrey. Wait for me, Geoffrey. It’s not bloody fair. I’m a man, I can handle it, why won’t she ever let me--" Two doors down and across the hall, there was a loud thump and the creak of an opening door. Geoffrey looked up to see two of the hugest men he had ever laid eyes on backing out of the doorway, meaty arms crossed over their chests. His muttering broke off abruptly, eyes wide and frozen. From inside the flat there came a quiet, sing-song little voice. “Now, I’ll be back next week. Don’t even think about not having that fuckin’ money.” The owner of that voice strode out casually from between the two heavies, and Geoffrey’s eyebrows shot up as he stared. A shady character! A real live shady character, fresh from neighborhood intimidation, right down to the gold pinky ring and perfectly shined shoes. In his excitement, Geoff almost reached for his notebook, until he suddenly realized that the shady character in question was now looking directly at him. The thumb fell out of Geoffrey’s mouth. The three men walked down the hall towards the elevator, their shadows falling over him long before they actually passed him. He dropped his head, feeling his ears grow hot, and preoccupied himself with picking a bit of chip grease off the hem of his sweatshirt. His heart tripped over itself when he saw the shadows stop directly overhead. “You.” He looked up from under his eyebrows and into a pair of snapping green eyes. They were considerably closer to his level than the blank stares of the two men behind, as their owner was about a foot shorter than both his bodyguards. He tugged at the cufflink on one purple sleeve, looking down at Geoff with narrowed eyes and twitching fingers. “You live here?” Geoffrey shook his head without speaking. This would not be a good time for his voice to crack. “Then what the fuck are you doin’ in my b--building?” Geoff’s fingers worked on the raveling hem of his sweatshirt as his heart began to race. He tried to drop his head again, but he found he couldn’t break the stare of those flashing eyes. He pressed his knees together, partially to keep them from knocking and partially to squirm against the odd quivery feeling that twinged up from his belly. Finally he heard himself whisper, “Waiting for someone.” A pair of cruelly delicate lips curled up into a grin. The eyes swept down and back up again, lazy and blunt, and the small fingers twitched on the shining cufflink. He smiled into Geoffrey’s trembling face. “If she makes you wait that long, pretty lad, she’s not worth it.” With that, he turned and strolled away, followed down the hall by the two massive bodyguards. Geoffrey tried to let out a long sigh when their shadows finally rolled off of him, but he didn’t. Notes, Geoff! Don’t let the suspect intimidate you! He fumbled blindly for his pocket, and looked up once he had his notebook and pen in his hand. The elevator slid shut slowly, and Geoffrey had plenty of time to see a gold-ringed hand pass slowly over a close-shaved head, the piercing stare holding him still right up until the doors met with a ding that made him jump. Swallowing hard, Geoff shook himself and scribbled the address of the block with one hand, head bent over his knees against the wall of the tiny hallway. I’ll be back next week. It took Geoffrey a few moments to realize he was sucking his thumb. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ next