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palace_sean) wrote2005-01-14 01:55 pm
palace_sean) wrote2005-01-14 01:55 pm
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Sean and (NPC) Michael Caine, with Dom. Caine on the Rampage
(the fur is flying after Masque and Michael hears about it in Gossip and Consequences)
Checking his watch, Sean closed the folder he'd been working on and slipped it into the drawer, leaving his desk clear. Then he sat back in his chair, a smirk on his face and lifted one booted foot, wedging it against the edge of the desk for comfort and folding his arms behind his head. This next appointment should be interesting.
Sean had no idea what it was for, why it had been requested, but was looking forward to finding out. There was no doubt in his mind that the man would be on time, just as he'd had no doubt when he'd insisted on the meeting taking place in his office and not on neutral ground. Bastard deserved no more consideration than that. A knock sounded on the door and Sean's smile turned feral.
Michael nonchalantly straightened his tie again, never would he admit that it was fidgeting, as he walked with the guide to Bean's office. He had already rationalized his acceptance of the meeting here at Palace though it was the last place in Balize he wanted to be. A voice called out to enter the small outer office at the official's knock on the open door, and Michael was waved in.
His gaze slipped over the young man waiting for him with an alert questioning air. Michael gave his name and looked imperially toward the inner office. With a wry shrug, the young man smirked and stepped over to knock briefly, then open it to reveal Bean much too casually sitting at his desk. Stepping into the room, the door had barely closed when realization hit him. Shaken but determined not to show it, Michael moved over to stand near the windows.
Opening with a salvo, he demanded. "What are you doing with my child?"
Sean didn't move. "Which one?" he asked, not even looking in Caine's direction.
Flushing at the direct hit, Michael didn't answer for a moment. "Matthew of course. My heir."
"Wasn't aware I was doing anything with him." Sean let his arms drop and then his foot, sitting up straight and pointing to a chair. "Take a seat, Mr. Caine. I hate twisting my neck."
Staring for a moment into steely green eyes, Michael again conceded and sat down stiffly. "You deny having sex with him at your recent Masque? Or was that another Sean Bean?" Michael sneered coldly.
Ahh. That's what this was about? Sean's smile was genuinely amused. "Yeah, did. Damned good it was too." He left it there; he wasn't about to be helpful.
Holding in his temper with a tighter rein, Michael waved his hand dismissively. "I wasn't aware you and your...boyfriend were preying on young boys these days. Surely you could find someone more your own age to manipulate and play games with."
Sean raised an eyebrow. Caine's attempt to anger and insult falling on deaf ears. He simply found it funny. "No manipulating or game playing going on, Caine." he responded evenly. "Just straight-out awesome fucking. You should have been there."
Silence reigned for a few moments, Michael trying and failing to see through Sean's mildly amused expression. "Why Matthew? With the hundreds of others available at the party? Why him?"
Sean shrugged. "He's cute. Sexy. Eager as all hell and he seemed to want it." Finished playing, Sean leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk. "Now, was there something you wanted or were you just playing paternal voyeur? Cause I'm busy."
Finally, Michael's temper broke and he stood again, staring down at Bean. "I won't allow you to play your tricks on my family again. Once was it. I'm warning you Bean. I have a lot more power now and I will not let you take advantage of my son. Stay away from Matthew."
Sean's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. "Listen you jumped up little twerp! You and I had a deal. The deal stands. Threatening me gets you nothing, does nothing except piss me off and that you don't wanna do." He got to his feet. "Matt is a client here and that's all. I meant what I said back then, Caine. You kept your end of the deal, I keep mine. Don't come in here and think you can frighten me with power and money." he said contemptuously. "I've got more of both than you'll ever have. If that was all . . .?"
"I've got my eye on you and her, Bean. And I'll know if you don't keep your end of the deal!" Michael glared once more before leaving.
Steaming in anger but with no available release, Michael stormed from Bean's office coming out to be met by his assistant whose face now bore a wide grin of amusement.
Hand itching to wipe the smile off his face, Michael instead sneered. "You're quite small aren't you? A little man for a nothing job." The stunned surprise then flushed anger on the boy's face pleased Michael as he stormed out.
When the outer door slammed behind Sean's visitor, Dominic got up pissed and completely confused. "What the fuck was he goin' on about Sean? Who is the bloody prat?"
Sean gave Dominic a look that said a lot and nothing. He shrugged his shoulder and returned to his desk. "Nobody, Dom. Nobody important."
Nodding, Dom returned to his desk and marked the appointment in Sean's schedule as done and then noted in Caine's file with his special code for "Don't schedule again unless forced to" - CUNT.
Checking his watch, Sean closed the folder he'd been working on and slipped it into the drawer, leaving his desk clear. Then he sat back in his chair, a smirk on his face and lifted one booted foot, wedging it against the edge of the desk for comfort and folding his arms behind his head. This next appointment should be interesting.
Sean had no idea what it was for, why it had been requested, but was looking forward to finding out. There was no doubt in his mind that the man would be on time, just as he'd had no doubt when he'd insisted on the meeting taking place in his office and not on neutral ground. Bastard deserved no more consideration than that. A knock sounded on the door and Sean's smile turned feral.
Michael nonchalantly straightened his tie again, never would he admit that it was fidgeting, as he walked with the guide to Bean's office. He had already rationalized his acceptance of the meeting here at Palace though it was the last place in Balize he wanted to be. A voice called out to enter the small outer office at the official's knock on the open door, and Michael was waved in.
His gaze slipped over the young man waiting for him with an alert questioning air. Michael gave his name and looked imperially toward the inner office. With a wry shrug, the young man smirked and stepped over to knock briefly, then open it to reveal Bean much too casually sitting at his desk. Stepping into the room, the door had barely closed when realization hit him. Shaken but determined not to show it, Michael moved over to stand near the windows.
Opening with a salvo, he demanded. "What are you doing with my child?"
Sean didn't move. "Which one?" he asked, not even looking in Caine's direction.
Flushing at the direct hit, Michael didn't answer for a moment. "Matthew of course. My heir."
"Wasn't aware I was doing anything with him." Sean let his arms drop and then his foot, sitting up straight and pointing to a chair. "Take a seat, Mr. Caine. I hate twisting my neck."
Staring for a moment into steely green eyes, Michael again conceded and sat down stiffly. "You deny having sex with him at your recent Masque? Or was that another Sean Bean?" Michael sneered coldly.
Ahh. That's what this was about? Sean's smile was genuinely amused. "Yeah, did. Damned good it was too." He left it there; he wasn't about to be helpful.
Holding in his temper with a tighter rein, Michael waved his hand dismissively. "I wasn't aware you and your...boyfriend were preying on young boys these days. Surely you could find someone more your own age to manipulate and play games with."
Sean raised an eyebrow. Caine's attempt to anger and insult falling on deaf ears. He simply found it funny. "No manipulating or game playing going on, Caine." he responded evenly. "Just straight-out awesome fucking. You should have been there."
Silence reigned for a few moments, Michael trying and failing to see through Sean's mildly amused expression. "Why Matthew? With the hundreds of others available at the party? Why him?"
Sean shrugged. "He's cute. Sexy. Eager as all hell and he seemed to want it." Finished playing, Sean leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk. "Now, was there something you wanted or were you just playing paternal voyeur? Cause I'm busy."
Finally, Michael's temper broke and he stood again, staring down at Bean. "I won't allow you to play your tricks on my family again. Once was it. I'm warning you Bean. I have a lot more power now and I will not let you take advantage of my son. Stay away from Matthew."
Sean's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. "Listen you jumped up little twerp! You and I had a deal. The deal stands. Threatening me gets you nothing, does nothing except piss me off and that you don't wanna do." He got to his feet. "Matt is a client here and that's all. I meant what I said back then, Caine. You kept your end of the deal, I keep mine. Don't come in here and think you can frighten me with power and money." he said contemptuously. "I've got more of both than you'll ever have. If that was all . . .?"
"I've got my eye on you and her, Bean. And I'll know if you don't keep your end of the deal!" Michael glared once more before leaving.
Steaming in anger but with no available release, Michael stormed from Bean's office coming out to be met by his assistant whose face now bore a wide grin of amusement.
Hand itching to wipe the smile off his face, Michael instead sneered. "You're quite small aren't you? A little man for a nothing job." The stunned surprise then flushed anger on the boy's face pleased Michael as he stormed out.
When the outer door slammed behind Sean's visitor, Dominic got up pissed and completely confused. "What the fuck was he goin' on about Sean? Who is the bloody prat?"
Sean gave Dominic a look that said a lot and nothing. He shrugged his shoulder and returned to his desk. "Nobody, Dom. Nobody important."
Nodding, Dom returned to his desk and marked the appointment in Sean's schedule as done and then noted in Caine's file with his special code for "Don't schedule again unless forced to" - CUNT.