If soft vore or m/m is not your thing, leave now. These characters are my own creation. Do not steal or copy.
Over the course of the next week, Watch Two kept a sharp ear and eye out for any other Freewill factions. None showed up. Whatever the cult group had been planning, it had gone to dust with Watch Two's interference. Cetz breathed a sigh of relief and then had staff carry on as usual. There was still much equipment to go through. And there were daily trips back to the compound, each van coming back with a fill load.
On the third floor, it could have been a repeat of the scene from a week ago. Louis came into the Watch, grumbling under his breath about traffic and idiots on the road. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of lightly tinted grey sunglasses, were dark, wanting to snap like a whip at anyone who looked at him oddly. Then he saw William standing next to his desk with a large mug of steaming coffee, and a quiet smile on his face. Louis paused, his eyes narrowed.
The surrounding agents expected another shouting match, and tensed for the onslaught.
Louis took the mug. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"You're welcome," chirped William before going back to his desk.
The blonde agent settled down with his coffee, noting the whispers amongst the rest of the agents, but saying nothing. His smile was hidden behind the lip of the coffee mug as he took a sip. He had meeting with Rachel in the afternoon; another one of her infuriating checkups that had started a week ago. But it didn't seem so bad now that he had his coffee.
It wasn't until the coffee was finished that he saw the design on the other side of the mug.
William pinned an online newspaper article he had printed out onto the corkboard in the office area. He stepped back with pride.
"One less evil in the world."
"WILL!" Louis roared as he stomped towards him, the offending mug in hand. ""Kiss me I'm cranky"?!"
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask!" replied William before yelping and running down the hall. Louis followed close behind, yelling obscenities and waving the mug as if to use it as a deadly projectile.
Reese shook his head as he watched the two run out the office area. "Like Roadrunner and Coyote."
"Meep meep, thpppppt!" said Beni.
She looked at the page William had pinned.
"Downtown Deli Closed by Mass Food Poisoning"
William took part of his lunchtime off for his daily visit with Massaru, who was still recovering from his wounds. The healing was slow, but the Indian doctor took it with great patience and a smile. He seemed to the exception to the rule that doctors made the worse patients. Massaru waved Will in with a grin after a nurse set down his meal tray and the two continued their conversation from the day before. William had a homemade sandwich, not chicken salad, while Massaru had pasta. They switched desserts, sharing a pudding and homemade brownie.
"How long has it been since you've seen your son?" asked William.
"A little more than a year. He would be in his last year of college by now. The memory of him and my wife were one of the few things that kept me going while under Freewill."
"Do you know where he is?"
"With his mother I suppose. Last thing I heard from her was that he was getting serious about a girl."
"On the edge of asking permission for her hand in marriage from her parents. Old fashioned, yes, but a bit of a tradition amongst us Devis," said Massaru with a smile. "But that was almost six months ago. For all I know he's already married."
"Maybe some small Devis on the way?"
"Maybe. Speaking of relationships
I heard from the nurse about that mug you gave Louis. You know I warned you against that."
William grinned around his spoonful of pudding. "I know. But seeing the look on his face was priceless."
"You enjoy antagonizing him, looking like a
"idiot fanboy" as he calls it. Why?"
William shrugged. "He's in need of something to trigger that temper of his before it grows too big. Maybe if I can get under that I can reach his sense of humor."
"You think he has one?"
"I've heard him laugh before. He can do it again. And I
you know how in grade school, boys would tug on girl's hair or push them. It was their way of saying "I like you". I think me and Louis are kind of like that, I tease him because I care about him."
Before long William's lunchtime was up. He lingered at the doorway.
"If you want I can look up your family and see where you son is. The databases are massive; if there's any way of finding out what he's doing the Watch can do it."
The doctor smiled. "I would be grateful."
Cetz and Rachel were the only other ones in the testing area of the Medical lab. It was a dimmed to half light, and the BT-10 scanner was humming away when Louis entered.
"The lab rat has arrived," he growled. "What kind of torture have you got for me today?"
"Strength testing," replied Rachel indifferently as she checked something off on her clipboard. "And then seeing your reactions with different types of light."
"Great," drawled Louis as he took his shades off, his eyes squinting at the brightness of the lab. He sat on a table and Cetz stood next to him, his voice low.
"You still don't want to tell Will how you really got back to normal?"
"Normal?" Louis stared hard at the florescent lighting and his stature suddenly shrunk to below three inches, making him barely a toy on the table. "You call this normal?"
Having seen Louis shrink dozens of times before, Cetz was not phased. "Don't change the subject. You'll have to tell him someday."
someday, when the information is needed, not before. We still don't know if this is permanent or if it will fade away."
Cetz shrugged and went back to helping Rachel set up her equipment. Louis, alone on the wide plane of the table, felt isolated. He rubbed his eyes.
*How long can I keep this from Will?*
---Man on the Inside END