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fiyero tigelaar ([personal profile] brainlessly) wrote in [community profile] enneagrams2023-12-11 12:59 am

hawk/fiero

𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑢;
they work in sleazy, hole-in-the-wall dives
what other chance do they have?
i do what i have to do
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-12-18 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[the cave is a convenient hop, skip, and a jump from work when he needs a last minute spot that's a happy marriage between just above board and seedy with good liquor to entice loose lips and gather the intel he needs for senator smith's meteoric, eventual rise to president. hawk's no stranger to getting his hands dirty over the years to keep smith's clean, which is why he even started coming here in the first place. or well, he supposes that's not entirely true. he started coming here because it was the perfect mix of toned boys and plausible deniability among the women, civilized entertainers who knew the merits of a well-placed wink and shimmy into someone's lap for a good time.

never too good, though. no happy endings, as far as he can tell. and that suits him just fine, seeing as hawk's never had to pay to go hunting, and he sure as shit isn't going to start now in this political climate.

so the text he gets has him frowning mildly, knowing he's never left any real calling card nor is he likely to pencil in any standing appointments. it's more of an as-is basis, spur of the moment. but he supposes inflation has hit everyone hard and it's not that outrageous to expect marcus might have put in a good word now that he's on the up and up as a traitor to politicians everywhere (affectionately, of course - like hawk doesn't give him a quarter of the tips outing scumbags and ruining unsavory policies when he has the chance).

it goes unanswered while he's in a meeting with smith and smarmy dave lonnigan who has been to the cave on more than one occasion and been asked to leave for sticky fingers and lingering hands. scott mcleod is nowhere to be seen, typical. only when he's out in the courtyard with a cigarette dangling from his mouth a few hours later does he respond, curious about the angle.]


I hate to leave a good boy hanging, but I'm a busy man. The company I keep is awfully hard to nail down.

But I like a good, stiff whiskey and a warmed lap every now and then.

Who told you, by the way?
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-12-19 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[well, hawk can read between the lines. they either want something from him specifically, as a greased palm on the way to the big house a few blocks down...or they just want extra cash. he remembers what it was like during the crash, the way customers whittled down and dollar bills flooding the floor from thick bands dried up like the goddamn sahara. hawk can only hope they're not heading in that direction, but the lack of a name makes it feel slippery. clandestine, or straight up bullshit.

he taps a bit of ash to the ground, bringing his cigarette back up to his lips and sucking while typing out another response one-handed.]


Do you now.

I guess I could come by for a round. I don't have many friends there, so you'll have to be more specific.

Never met your boss, and presumably you, but - fortune favors the bold, don't they say?
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-12-21 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Fiyero. Got it. And does he know my name and face, or do I get to surprise him?

Huh. I think I know the guy. Real shame to see him go - he made a hell of a martini.


[marcus. he remembers that damn poem - blood and gold, something or other, that he used to pontificate about when the clients bought him enough drinks. he remembers when he'd recited it to one of the other entertainers, frankie, before they grew engrossed in a conversation like no one else was even in the room. he's a smart guy. he's also responsible for a solid chunk of intel hawk's used to dismantle his political enemies. he doesn't make connections like this by chance.]

What time tomorrow, doll? You free after 7?
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-12-24 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a hell of a guy. You like journalists? They're in my line of work. Usually not for any good reason.

[at his service. if hawk was a lesser man, he might hold fiyero to that and wonder what the limit is. fortunately for them both, he's not, so he takes it as a mere flirtation instead.]

Yeah, it pleases me.

[his cigarette is almost done, but he fires off another message all the same because he can't quite resist.]

And what pleases you? Don't say a fat wad of bills - I'll have that covered.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-12-30 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Some, but I find the reverse is just as true. Can't believe everything you read, you know? Otherwise half of us would be lizards in big meat suits around the Pentagon.

Bet you get a lot of those. Don't worry sweetheart, I'm good at small talk and even better at using my brain.

I don't know that you want to see my dancing - all I remember are a few waltzes from cotillion days, which makes me sound like a snob. But I'll be my moves have got nothing on yours, so you'll have to show me.

And this is the part where most men say they aren't like most men, right? Don't worry, I'll spare you the eyeroll. Look and touch, I got it.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-01-02 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I shudder to think what the rest of your clientele is wearing if it isn't suits.

Yeah, you wanna know how to properly crack open a lobster or which fork goes with filet in a dozen different countries, I'm your guy.

How about a lindy hop instead?

Naturally. See you at 7, Fiyero.


[hawk's there before seven.

mostly because he wants to get the lay of the land first - ask around about this guy before he meets him one on one. everyone raves about his show, and more than that - they all go practically cross-eyed at the mere mention of him, like he's some sex god on legs or a hero straight out of a jane austen novel. seems like a small miracle he's never caught sight of him, or heard of him before this, but then again he hasn't been around as much now that he doesn't have to get his tips from marcus with a side of dollar bills stuffed down a thong.

he's nursing a cigarette outside until seven, clad in a neat navy pinstripe suit with a blood red and blue jacquard silk tie knotted at his throat and a heavy wool coat over his shoulders. maybe he should have come earlier to see the show everyone's raving about, but a promise is a promise. at seven on the dot he makes his way to the bar, glancing over his shoulder for the man of the hour, curious what he'll look like. hopefully handsome, with dark hair and a toned body befitting of his alleged aerobics and bendy abilities that precede him.]
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-01-12 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[it'd be a lie to say the entertainment here hadn't caught his eye more than once. there's a certain appreciation hawk has for the male form, every taut pull of muscle and dip of hard-earned strength on a body that looks made for sin. strong, sturdy - capable of handling someone equally built and wanting to see that same form fall apart under rough hands and sure strokes. there's nothing sentimental about any of it - purely physical, simmering in lust and animal attraction that ends the moment the deed is done and someone opens their mouth to ask if he'd like to stay the night. why ruin a good thing with talk? even if they weren't in a city of snakes, dc isn't the only place where talk is cheap, and the things hawk usually ends up paying for just aren't.

so yeah, he's seen his fair share of shows at the cave. women in shimmering crystals and fringe and tassels spinning around a pole as elegantly as if they were on a cotillion floor. men that look more ready for an olympics game with their backflips and impossible splits than the stage littered with cash in front of an equally hungry audience. most of the time he's a polite distance away, plying his guests with drinks and banking on their distractions to get answers or promises for senator smith at the most advantageous moment. but tonight he's up close from where he sits at the bar and sans any distraction other than trying to catch a glimpse of the man of the hour before he takes the stage. the place is old school in a way hawk respects, mainly because there's little to no social media presence for him to look up if this guy is even remotely close to his type. then again - a warm body in his lap is just that.

but his throat runs dry the minute he sees backlighting against a pair of the most shapely legs he's ever seen - thighs thick and calves looking hand-carved like something out of one of washington's many museums rich with history and greek gods. the charisma is impossible to ignore, the cheeky expressions, the effervescence that bubbles up out of him in a way that makes hawk feel rooted to the spot and unable to look away in the terrible thought of missing even a moment. there's raw sex appeal oozing from every toss of his head back, the errant strands of blonde highlights whipped away from his forehead. the physicality of his routine doesn't go unnoticed - the power it must take for him to gracefully twist his body without a pole rooted in place and as easy as if he weren't breaking a sweat up there.

he's not so stupid to think fiyero's looking at him as he performs - that's up there with thinking the waitresses up the street are actually interested at the politicians that they chat up for better tips - but he'd swear his gaze is fixed in his direction several times. it's disappointing that it ends seemingly so quickly, but hawk drains his whiskey and waits to see if he'll emerge, wondering if he'll be mobbed by the greedy hands that are all begging to touch and dote on him. there's not a long wait though, and hawk finds himself turning to meet a pair of brilliant blue eyes and a grin that's equally contagious. fuck, he's gorgeous. hawk leans in conspiratorially, tipping his head and arching his body to close the space between them and make it clear this is a private conversation.]


You're in luck, but I think you're the one who might be teaching me a move or two tonight.

Fiyero, huh? [his gaze rakes blatantly from head to toe, back up with a wry twist of his own lips.] We better get going if we want you on your merry way by 8.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-02-25 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Guilty as charged. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm surprised you went out of your way to invite me here. Looks like you've got plenty of takers.

[hawk tips his head to the very obvious clusters of audience members that are staring, dazed and dreamily, very much focused on fiyero and whispering nervously about whether or not they should approach him. it wouldn't have been hard for him to pick up someone - or several someones - for some private dances, at least if cash and quantity over quality was the name of the game. but marcus wouldn't have given him the referral if it was just that, or at least...he wouldn't have wanted to arrange a meeting for anything other than a problem that couldn't be gleaned from just skimming the surface, and definitely wasn't just about a pretty face. his friend wasn't nearly that generous, even if it's quite a nice bonus this time around.

but if desire is the name of the game - it's already won, especially when fiyero deigns to run fingers along his tie, the sensation of it warm against his chest and blooming the sudden need for more of that. the best part of it is that hawk's been told he gets to touch too - so what the hell are they waiting for?]


I'd hate to get in anyone's way. And frankly, I'm not much for sharing with prying eyes - call it old habits dying hard. I'm a private man and all.

[he's not sure what possesses him - the way his fingers traipse down a muscled forearm, lingering at the wrist rested atop his thigh as it flexes under the other man's grip. he slides his own hand under fiyero's palm, lifting the back of his hand to his lips for a quick press of them before he's up off his barstool and extending his hand to guide the other man off too. all he knows is that he wants to have those thighs around his legs, to have him in his lap whispering in that delicious accent against his ear and showing off just how bendy he can be beyond the stage.]

Go on then - show me where else we can get close all by ourselves, doll.

[his brows bounce again with expectancy, that easy smirk ever-present at the corner of his mouth. at least he's having fun, even if he's not much for all the attention they seem to have both garnered now.]
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-02-26 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Could you? Yes.

Will you? No.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-02-26 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Look, I’m not your publicist, Mr. Tigelaar. I’m just here to ensure you make it to and from the stage in one piece.

The less risks you take with strangers and extra guests, the better.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-03-02 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, your manager. After about twenty alarming letters and an explosive set of flowers.

It's my job to keep you safe. Everyone else but you and I are wildcards, far as I'm concerned.

Actually, let me amend that: everyone but me is a wildcard. I know how you get.

Which dancer is it anyway?
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-03-02 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Are you even taking this seriously at all? I know they don't want to give you the details because they think it'll be better for your performances and keeping you in the dark - but it's not something to laugh at. By the looks of it, it's escalating. And I know that's why I'm here and all, but you've got to be more aware. It's not funny, Fiyero.

Predictability will just make it easier for this creep.

Don't bring anyone up tonight.

My money's on the blonde.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-03-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
That's why I'm here. Look...I don't want to scare you. Not too much - but I think you should know enough to make your own informed decisions. Someone you know well probably isn't going to pose a danger to you directly - but what happens when they get the munchies and decide to let the delivery guy up to the door? Or they forget to close curtains, or...I could go on.

I'm not interested.

But hey - come on. You're not staying here forever. Just until this is neutralized.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-03-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
...What movie?
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-03-02 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Technically I already am over. I'm in front of your door. But yeah - I'd come in.

You ever seen "All That Heaven Allows?" It's older - I'm a Rock Hudson fan. If it's not your style, then we can pick something else.

And hey - I'm not trying to keep you under my thumb. I get it, this feels like a gilded cage, but it won't be forever. We're gonna find this guy, or girl, whoever it is.

And in the meantime, sorry I'm not all that bendy - but tell me what you want to eat.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-03-04 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
This your way of telling me you don't want me to come in after all? I promise I'm not pulling your leg.

Yeah, from the 50s. Color, though. Forbidden romance, May-December kind of thing.

Please. That green crap you drink every morning looks more likely to do the job. That - protein stuff.


[well, he hopes fiyero likes chinese. he doesn't leave from his post at the door, instead summoning it via an app and sending one of their floor attendants off with a twenty dollar bill to go fetch it. eventually he's got his arms clutched full of two large bags, doing a quick sweep of the floor and nodding at the attendant back at his post by the elevator before nudging the entry to fiyero's suite with his foot.]

It's Hawk. Open up if you're hungry.

[when the door swings back, hawk lifts a bag in each hand with raised brows and the slightest insinuation of a smile.]

Is this gonna fuck up your diet? Actually - don't answer that.
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2025-06-10 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, I didn’t think you could get much more flexible, but color me surprised.

Nice j’eté.