Beautiful Goodbye ~Kismet Series~

First, thanks to kylee and Azlaith for the reviews! **hugs**

Second, from here on out, I'm going to be sticking with Roy and Jay's point of view unless I need to switch to someone else for plot-related stuffs. This chapter originally had a little Carlos/Calvin thingy in it but I removed it. No worries though, you will see it when I write up their story.

Third, I should have mentioned this before but there will be typos, as I'm sure you may have already noticed. XD; I don't really edit before I post and I don't plan to either. If there's a really big/confusing typo or something, let me know and I'll fix it then.

Forth, I make no promises but I will try to update at least once a week. I won't pick a day but expect something on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.

And now onto the story!


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Series: Kismet
Title: Beautiful Goodbye
Main Pairing: Roy Foreman/Jay Cummings


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Sector Three

Roy Foreman:

I was stretched out on my bed for hours, working through Cal’s words. I couldn’t sleep at all for the entire night. And not because of the sounds coming from the other rooms. At some point I managed to block them out. It wasn’t until the sun finally started rising that I came up with a plan.

It didn’t take me long to find Jay. Almost every morning he would leave the Kismet building and head for a small cafe. It was predictably busy for a weekday morning.

I hide easily among the crowd of suits, watching as he pays for his coffee and sits at a table the previous occupants had just left. I make my way towards him then. I slide easily into the seat, smirk in place. His entire body goes tense at my sudden appearance.

“Good morning, Cummings.”

“What are you doing here?” He leans closer to me and hisses between clenched teeth.

I could easily crush my lips to his right now. But there’s always time for that later.

“You and I are going to go on a little trip.”

He just stares at me for a few seconds before leaning back in his seat. His green eyes watch me wearily. I hear his thoughts trying to find an escape route without attracting too much attention.

“You don’t have a choice. And we are leaving now.”

I purposefully, accidentally, knock over his cup which spills on his leg. He jumps up, startled. Quickly, I grab his arm and pull him along to the bathroom. When we reach it, he tries to punch me. I catch his fist easily and twist his arm behind his back, pinning him to the door with my body. Fuck, he feels so good pressed against me like this.

“I said you don’t have a choice.” I bite his neck gently before reaching out with my Telepathy.

As I’m about to force him to pass out, his thoughts murmur in pleasure. And right behind that thought is denial.

Who am I to pass up this opportunity?

I whisper into his ear the words to summon a barrier. If at all possible, he tenses even more as it goes up and our appearances change. I manage to slide one hand around his waist and easily slip it into the front of his pants. He struggles against me. All it does is create a delicious friction and I moan out my desire. He stops then.

“Don’t.” The word is barely above a whisper.

I wrap my hand around his length and slowly start to slide it up and down. “You can deny this all you want but I know the truth.” My thumb moves over the head of his cock and his back arches into the feeling. “Just let go. Give in and this would all be so much easier.”

My tongue runs up his neck and I pause at his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. He turns his head away. I chuckle deep in my throat before speeding up the rhythm I’ve started and thrusting my clothed erection against his ass. His head falls back to my shoulder and he moves just a little bit with me. I release his arm from behind his back which then goes instantly to the door before him. His nails dig slightly into it. With my now free hand, I undo my pants and free my erection. I do the same to his and pull them down just enough to get what I want.

“Relax.” I reinforce my spoken words with a mental command before pressing my upper body more into his and push myself all the way into his entrance.

He cries out and tries to get away but he’s trapped between the door and my body. He rests his forehead on the wood and focuses on something other than the pain. I trail my free hand to the one he has on the door and link out fingers together. Surprise flickers in his thoughts for a second before I start massaging his balls. Pleasure fills him again.

I start to move slowly for a few thrusts until I hear him moan, then I pick up the speed. He moves with me after a few minutes and his hand that was wrapped around my wrist, reaches back to my head and crushes our lips together. His bites my bottom lip hard and seeing this new aggressive side to him kills any willpower I might have thought I had. Our tongues war with one another and saliva mixes with blood from where he bit me.

And then it’s over. I read it in his thoughts. I dig myself in deeper, something that is very dangerous but so tempting, and hear and feel him hit his peak. His lips pull away from mine as he yells out my name and his come stains the door. I don’t stop pumping him, feeling and reading every pleasured hum to his thoughts. His hand in my hair brings our lips together again but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he whispers against them: “Come for me.” And I don’t disappoint.

I clench my teeth as I release deep within him and he shudders at the feeling, letting his hand drop from my hair. We both sink down to the floor and try to remain conscious. After a few minutes, he moves away from me. His cheeks are flushed. Red eyes still a bit dark from the lust still coursing through his veins. Orange bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. Black suit wrinkled and twisted. Pants still undone and cock still hanging out. It twitches under my heated gaze. I slowly slide my gaze back up to his face, smirk widening. He tries to back away from me but he meets the wall. I crawl over to him and grab his tie, crushing out lips together again. My fingers dance, whisper-light touches over his growing erection. I pull away from his lips and trail kisses to his ear.

“We’ll have to continue this later.”

Before he can even form a thought to my words, I reach out into his mind and force him to sleep.

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Jay Cummings:

My head starts throbbing the minute I’m conscious again. It takes a while before I can open my eyes without them hurting. When I do...nothing around me is familiar. I try to sit up on the bed I’m on but only get so far when I realize my right hand is handcuffed to one of the bars of the headboard. I sigh before reaching down into the bottom of my shoe.

“What the...” I search my clothes.

All of my knives are gone.

“Of course they are.” I hate that voice. Roy stands in the doorway to the room I’m in...completely naked from the waist up.

And of course my treacherous body reacts to him. I’m still mad at it for what happened in the bathroom.

A cigarette dangles from smirking lips as he walks towards me. I didn’t know he smoked.

“Only occasionally.”

“Stop reading my thoughts!”

“Sorry but it’s not like I can just stop.” He shrugs and sits on the edge of the bed. “And I’ll take those off as long as you don’t try to leave.”

“You’ve kidnapped me?” What the hell is he thinking?

“That depends on you. If you stay here willingly, it’s not really kidnapping.”

“If you’re threatening me to stay here then it still counts.”

His smirk widens at my logic before he takes the cigarette from his lips and snubs it out in the ashtray on the table next to me. He doesn’t say anything else, simply watches me. It’s not fair that he can so easily get into my head and I can’t tell a damn thing about him.

“It’s not hard to know what I’m thinking.” His grey eyes slowly slide down my body before returning to my eyes. And no, my heart did NOT just skip a beat at that or at the heat he is not even trying to hide in his eyes. I inch back away from him.

“Why bother? You’re handcuffed. If I wanted to fuck you there’s not much you could do about it.” Damn him for being right. “But you’re lucky. I don’t find any enjoyment in this. I’d prefer you running and trying to fight me off before I fuck you. Makes it more fun.” He leans closer to me and I lean back further. “Now, ask the question you’ve been dying to ask and would have already if I wasn’t so distracting.” I glare at him.

“Where are we and why have you kidnapped me?” I put as much venom into the words as I can. Of course, he’s not affected in the least.

“I think it’s better if we stay out of the city until we figure out what’s going on.”

“Going on?”

“Someone wants our teams dead and if that someone realizes we’re purposefully not making the kills, they’ll try something else. Hiding out is easier until we can find some answers.”

“My team-”

“Will be fine and knows too. Both of our teams are scattered in random places that I don’t even know about. We each have a tech-smart person in our groups that can get a hold of any of us easily enough.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“You’re too loyal to your President and some of us suspect the higher ups are involved.”

“They can’t-”

“We can’t take the chance.”

But still...Kitsune and Komurikku would never attack Fyre. Well...we all know how much Carlos pisses Kitsune off. I just can’t picture it.

“Look, until we can rule them out, you are going to stay here with me.”

“Why? I can easily hide out on my own.” Just because he’s beaten me in fights many times, does not mean I can’t defend myself.

“All they would need to do is capture you and then they’d have all of us. Your team is close. They would risk their lives for each other in a heartbeat. And if someone even looked at you the wrong way, I would kill them. And if they were to catch me, my team would show up only for the reason that they can’t afford to lose me.”

I want to say something...but what? Tell him that his team isn’t as cold as he believes? That there must be someone who would rescue him because their friends? And why am I even sympathizing with him? We’re enemies. I should hate him. But I don’t. And I can’t figure out why. I’ve been lying to myself to make it easier, but each day that passes makes it harder to do so.

His gaze turns unreadable.

“Stop reading my thoughts!” I try to be angry but the blush rising on my cheeks probably doesn’t help any.

He moves closer to me. I freeze, expecting him to kiss me like he always does. But he doesn’t. He uncuffs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my wrist. I flinch at the tender action.

“You won’t be running away, right?” The smirk falls back into place.

I snatch my hand back and glare at him. “If I find out you’re lying, I will gut you alive.”

“Promises, promises.” He dismisses my words and stands from the bed.

I watch his back as he stretches. Skin pulling over tight muscles. My gaze travels down to his ass. Seeing it naked many times, I know for a fact how perfect it is. And how it feels. Like the others in our line of work, he has an amazing body. Ripped and powerful muscles lined with scars, some faint, some more apparent. Most people would probably think him ugly because of them. But to me...I see him for what he is because of them. I know what he’s capable of. And all that thought does is make me ache for him more.

He clears his throat.

My eyes dance up to his face where grey eyes dance with amusement and lust. “If you don’t stop staring at me like that I’m going to lose what little self control I have and fuck you all night long.” He turns and kneels on the bed, grabbing the front of my suit jacket. His tongue traces the shell of my ear before he whispers. “You’re lucky I’m hungry for food and not for your body right now. But maybe I’ll consider exchanging the ice cream I have in the fridge for dessert with you.” He pauses. “Or better yet, have two desserts in one go.” My body shivers with anticipation at his whispered words.

Fuck, who am I kidding? I can deny it all I want but my body has grown to crave this man.

He chuckles deep in his throat, alerting me to the fact that he heard my thoughts...again. I should stop being so worried about that and just accept it. “Good to know you’re finally out of the denial stage and heading straight for acceptance.” He gives me a final bite to my neck before he stands from the bed again. “Want a tour? I’m sure you’d like a chance to see every room I’m going to fuck you in before I actually do it.”

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I’ve only ever seen Roy on the battlefield...so watching him here in this cabin in the middle of nowhere being all...domestic...is really starting to scare me. What really gives my brain an aneurism is when, after dinner and exploring on my own a bit, I find him sitting in the living room reading a book. I rub absently at my eyes, trying to make my brain process the image.

When he notices me, he takes a second to read my thoughts and laughs.

“Reading helps me to focus my thoughts. I can’t really control my Telepathy but I can reign in it at times. Music helps too.” I walk cautiously over to him...he’s STILL topless.

I move to sit on the couch and stare at the book, squinting to read the cover. I don’t know where my glasses went.

“They fell off and broke after I blacked you out. There’re contacts in your bag in the room you woke up in.”

“Thank you.” It feels odd to say such a thing to him.

I look around the room, taking in my surroundings blearily. It’s a simple set-up. No pictures. No attachments. How...sad...and lonely. I take a deep breath and get myself under control again. I don’t need someone babying me. I’m twenty-three years old. I control an army of dead people. I don’t need to be looked after.

“Stop it.” I glare at him and he sighs. “Stop pretending to be something you’re not. You’re not as cold-hearted as you’d like to appear. And it’s pointless to hide behind that mask of yours when I can read your thoughts and know everything anyways. We’ve been fighting for a while. I know the real you.”

“Then I want the same courtesy.” He glares back at me. I can tell he’s more angry at himself than at me that I’ve been able to see him as easily as he sees me.

“Fine.” He sighs and tosses his book to the small coffee table.

I’ve only been able to catch snippets of his real self...it’ll be interesting to see the full version. Or maybe I’ve made a mistake? People don’t just wear a mask for no reason. I wonder what his is. Or if he’ll even tell me.


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I wonder what's gonna happen to these two in the future. Will they learn to co-exist? Or will they be at each other's throats? The fun has only just begun! :D