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Jason scoffed, trying to down play how impressed he was.  He took the gun back and holstered it. “That knife was probably more expensive than a single bullet,” he pointed out as he opened the door and slipped out.  The kids in the back were scared, but the priest coaxed them out with promises of safety.  

The broken cam had alerted the security guard on duty, and it wasn’t long before he was walking briskly down the path towards the street, looking suspicious.  “What are you doing?” he asked Jason as the Father urged the children up beyond the gates and into the embassy’s grounds. 

“These kids were kidnapped for human trafficking purposes.  You’re going to want to get them inside safely, then call your bosses, and probably the police too,” with that Jason turned and headed back for the truck.  The guard ordered him to stop, and even pulled out his hand gun and pointed it at the priest’s back, but Jason didn’t pause.

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     Midnighter had a handful of bloody bullets by the time they pulled up, rolling the little metal bastards around in his palm. Jason might have passed over the handgun, but Midnighter just sneered at it and shoved the firearm back into Jason’s grip before plucking his knife up again where it rested on his thigh after being used as a casual surgical tool. He threw the knife expertly, and for lack of a better work, completely ruined the camera, leaving exposed pieces of tech looking sad and broken and a knife embedded where there used to be a camera. 

     Midnighter grinned with a flash of teeth at Jason.

     “Save your ammo for a rainy day,” he said.

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Jason scoffed and turned his attention back to the road.  “You’re staying in the car when we reach the embassy,” he said, “You’ll scare the kids.”

There was no one outside of the embassy when they pulled up, but Jason knew that this place would be full of police and news vans within two hours.  He parked across the street and peeked out, finding the lone security camera positioned at the front gate.  “How perfect is your shot?” He asked his companion, handing over his handgun.  “Take out that camera.”  He could do it himself, but he was in no position to line-up the shot.

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     Midnighter felt Jason’s gaze on him and reacted like any regular person — by staring back without flinching in the least, even after Jason started to speak again. By that point, Midnighter had flipped open one of the smaller knives he kept on himself and was in the process of digging any lodged bullets out of his chest.

     “Try not to hit any potholes,” he suggested offhandedly before going on: “Deal. 24 hours, that’s all you get. And then I get to do things my way.”

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Jason glanced at Midnighter out of the corner of his eye.  Oh, he was sure the man could be plenty convincing.  That wasn’t the point.  Jason had his orders, and he had to follow them.  Midnighter might be anti-authority, but the truth was that the Vatican considered him one of their weapons right now, as laughable as Jason thought that was.  No one controlled Midnighter.  He was a force of his own, and he did what he wanted.

“This is my mission, not yours,” Jason opted for, “Give me a chance to do things my way.  If in 24 hours I don’t have the leads I need, you can pop the heads off of as many child trafficking scumbags as you please.”  And if in 24 hours Midnighter was having things his way, well, Jason would be in for one hell of a lecture.

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     It was almost like Jason didn’t think him a professional. A scoff sounded, Midnighter attentively watching the scenery flick past and listening to the even beats of several small hearts. His mind was made up already; talking to Jason about it was simply passing the time.

     Those men were as good as dead already. 

     “I’m sure I can be convincing enough for them to share all their dirty little secrets. You’re not the only one who listens to confessions, Father.” Midnighter rolled his knuckles against his palm firmly, setting his head back against the seat, chiding, “Ye of little faith.” 

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Jason took apart the sniper rifle and tucked it back under the passenger seat.  The car came to a stop and Midnighter got out, Jason just sliding across the seat to take the wheel.  After a quick mirror adjustment he was ready to go.

“That’s not our mission,” he said sternly.  He was assigned to Midnighter to keep him in line, though Jason had his doubts on the realism of that particular order.  “You can kill them later, but the Vatican needs them alive, for now.  This was just one head of a bigger beast, the ones who are left will lead us to the others.”

He checked the road before merging back onto it, the truck ambling along at a steady pace.  “Look, I hate leaving anyone who hurts kids like that alive too, and when the time comes I’ll be happy to help you put a bullet in each one of their skulls.  But we can do more good by exposing more of their network and taking it down.”

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     Midnighter had a clever reply all raring to go, but Jason was already calling him done and, well, he couldn’t exactly argue when camaraderie-filled arm pats were involved. It wasn’t as if he was showing any signs of pain — there wasn’t any — and he wasn’t shaken in the least — he’d had far worse than several bullets embedded in his chest — but if it made his all-too-human, very breakable friend relax and not fidget or complain…

     Well, Midnighter could make do with dealing with it.

     “I’m pleased to see you’ve taken this whole turn of events much better than the general public,” Midnighter said appreciatively as he rolled his shoulders back, feeling the pull of his muscles around the bullets lodged there. Pulling aside fully where no reckless drivers would slam into them during their switch, Midnighter climbed out of the car and walked around it to Jason’s side. He opened the door and peered at the other man critically while slipping off his blood-tinged coat. “With all due respect, I hope you realize I’m going to hunt all of those worthless apes down once these kids are safe.”

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Adrenaline left Jason’s hands shaking.  When he sat up, he felt shards of glass cascade off his back and out of his hair, raining down around him like little diamonds.  “You’re--” language, Jason, “...Crazy,” he said, shaking the glass off his gun and arching his head out the window to make sure they really were in the clear.  “Right, okay.  We’re...” Jason did the mental math, recalling the map of the city he’d memorized this morning, “2.3 miles from the nearest safe embassy.”  He glanced at Midnighter, and the oozing wounds in his flesh.  “How long does it take for all that to,” he waved a vague hand at Midnighter’s entire body, “Stop?”

“Yeah,” he decided after a moment, patting Midnighter’s arm.  “I’m tagging you out.  I’ll drive. You... do whatever you need to do about those.  And try not to scare other drivers on the highway.” He shifted forward, using the butt of his rifle to knock out the remaining glass.  Not only would it make it easier to see out of, but they were less likely to get pulled over by some concerned cop because they had bullet-holes in their windshield.

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     Midnighter, in the moment, was three very particular things:

     1. Not kidding.      2. Not slowing down.      3. Not giving a shit.

    And as Jason showed just how much self-preservation he did, in fact, possess, Midnighter said, “Door.” 

    Bullets might have sunk into his chest and narrowly avoided his face, the glass in front of him had holes and scattered webs broken all the way across it and through every bit, but the door opened inches from a crash and they soared through miles past the other side of the barricade all the same. If the assholes had been smart, they would’ve gone for the tires, but Midnighter’d had a plan for that, too. 

    Not that it would’ve happened. He played maestro when it came to this shit.

    “If the silence didn’t tip you off, we’re in the clear,” Midnighter said cheerily, blood oozing from the several gunshot wounds he was now sporting. Oh well.

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Jason’s heart jolted when the truck lurched forward, another less-than-holy word on the tip of his tongue drowned out by the roar of the engine.  His wild gaze shot to Midnighter, a look of incredulous shock on his face. “Are you kidding?” he asked, his gaze shooting forward again.

They weren’t slowing down.  To the contrary, they were picking up speed.  The armed men weren’t backing down, he could see their fingers on the triggers...

“Shit!” he said again, throwing himself down just as the spray of bullet-fire shattered the window.  He heard the dull, wet thunks as they sunk into Midnighter’s flesh.  Stupid immortal bastard.

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     Midnighter evened out the wheel according to Jason’s request and settled his eyes on the road ahead as opposed to watching the other work, which he would have been happy to do if not busy making sure the crowd of kids in the back didn’t get jostled too much. The sound of the bullet was beautiful all the same, metal screeching to the side he didn’t look. The acrid, mixed scents of rubber and blood both reached his nose.

     “Watch your divine tongue, priest,” Midnighter warned, gaze flicking to the road, picturing the angle of their tires, counting all of the men and thinking and all of the guns and thinking, each bullet’s velocity, thinking, thinking, thinking — 

     Really, his pause must not have been long at all, because they’d hardly moved more than ten feet further down the street when Midnighter floored it, fingers setting them on a very precise path straight towards the barriers… and the men. He might have been smiling, maybe, just a little (or a lot).

     “You should duck,” he advised Jason, not unkindly.

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“Last I checked,” Jason placed the rifle’s barrel on the window edge, “The power of Christ didn’t compel murderers and rapists to stop mid-crime.”  He looked down into the sight, leveling it at the car approaching them from behind, “Think you can drive a little smoother?” He called out, trying to line up his shot.  He could see the passenger pulling out his handgun, aiming it at their car...

“The Lord givith,” the Priest said, pulling the trigger. The driver lurched and fell forward on the steering wheel as a bullet ripped through his chest.  The car he was controlling careened to the side, taking its passengers with it.  “And the Lord taketh away.”’   He pulled back the bolt, cocking the rifle for the next shot.

He looked forward just in time to see the metal vehicle barriers rising from the ground at their exit, a number of armed men waiting for them with their automatic weapons raised.  “Aw, shit.”

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     The alarm was music to Midnighter’s ears, and his gaze slid to Jason, following the other’s form as he ran around the car. Midnighter slipped into the driver’s seat without protest, adjusting mirrors and seat position alike as Jason prepared himself.

     “I don’t cut corners where kids are involved,” Midnighter assured him, a serious edge to his words that threatened violence should anyone attempt to remove the children from their safe place in the back. Midnighter was hard-pressed to think of a place they’d be safer — with a man who could calculate any outcome  of a situation sitting at the wheel, nothing could touch them. He tilted his head towards Jason as he started to drive. “Nice piece. You come up with it yourself, or you have to explain why a man of faith needs a deliverer like that?”

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Jason’s breath came out ragged, his hips jerked forward into her hand, and he bit his lip to suppress a long groan.  All too fast he was shooting off, painting his own stomach with his warm cum.  The haze of his climax was like a high, and he trailed affectionate kisses along Bianca’s neck.

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“Bianca...” the name came out in a breathy moan, Jason’s fingers pressing into her thigh, “That’s-- don’t, don’t stop.”  Her hands were so smooth and warm, and she always smelled of flowers.  There was so much about her that was taboo, she was perfect and unattainable, and yet right there in his arms.

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Jason groaned, his lips parting as his hot breath came out against her skin.  He shifted a little, legs splaying wantonly as he tightened his grip around her. “That’s good,” he said, a little strained, encouraging her on.

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Jason’s body reacted quickly, probably in part because of how far apart his orgasms were.  He was like a teenage virgin all over again every time, shooting off quickly if Bianca didn’t edge him.  He made a low sound of pleasure as he swelled into her hand.

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Jason inhaled a shaky breath and pressed his face into the crook of Bianca’s neck.  He nodded in affirmative to her request, his skin tingling wherever her fingers touched.  

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Jason nodded after a moment, not out of reluctance but out of shyness. He’d never get used to this part of the relationship, he was sure of it. “Y-yeah. That’s fine-- good, I mean.  That would be good.”

Bianca nodded in understanding and shifted her hand again. He never actually said no, did he? She was sure he’d enjoy the intimacy just a little bit. Her fingers ran down his stomach again.     “So…Can I give you that little something then?”

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Jason nodded after a moment, not out of reluctance but out of shyness. He’d never get used to this part of the relationship, he was sure of it. “Y-yeah. That’s fine-- good, I mean.  That would be good.”

Bianca nodded in understanding and shifted her hand again. He never actually said no, did he? She was sure he’d enjoy the intimacy just a little bit. Her fingers ran down his stomach again.     “So…Can I give you that little something then?”

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“I love you too.” Jason smiled, returning the kiss.  He pulled her a little closer, “I know I’ve been so busy and tired lately, I promise it’ll get better.”

Her cheeks started the burn bright red and she couldn’t help but laugh again. Boy was he such a cheesy son of a bitch. She tugged him down by his shirt to press another kiss to his lips, though this time a bit more passionate.    “I love you,” She mumbled into his mouth, “So much…”

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Jason looked confused for a moment, “I have you,” he said simply, as if surprised that she might suggest he could deserve more than that.  “What more could I ask for?”  He often felt like he must be cheating life in some way, to have what he had now.  How could someone as undeserving as him earn so much?

 The last thing Bianca wanted to do was pressure him into something he was uncomfortable with. She kept her hand on his stomach and rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. It was just a suggestion, love.”      Sometimes Bianca wondered if Jason even knew how to let himself have something. The term ‘treat yourself’ didn’t seem to register in his head too well. Her fingers poked his tummy to tickle him gently, smiling up at him. 

  “You work really hard for all three of us. You deserve something,”