|The Road Extra: Four After Midnight
Author: Guede Mazaka
Seth sighed. He did that a lot nowadays, and it never ceased to irk him. Reminded him too much of his goddamn shotgun-toting drunkard of a grandfather, who'd thankfully keeled over in the middle of an arm-wrestling bout when Seth was ten. "Mig. Just…Jesus Christ."
"Look, you knew I was an assassin before you even met me. What did you think I did, do stupid grand-standing gunfights in the street like the rest of my family?" Mig's voice was a little strained due to his being half-under a man-whale corpse, trying to lift the disgustingly floppy thing into a nearby black Cadillac. More dead bodies were dimly visible through its bullet-holed tinted windows, and a small pool of blood swirled from the driver's seat to the tip of Seth's boot.
"Yeah, I did. But I kind of figured that you would keep it to, say, after dinner and before fucking. Fuck, Mig-I haven't even eaten breakfast yet." It wasn't that Seth was horrified or anything-he basically did the same thing now-but there was a time and a place for everything, and in the early morning hours wasn't it. Body-disposal before sitting down to coffee and pancakes was just…unappealing.
Just the top half of Mig's face was visible, but the way he rolled his eyes, he didn't need the rest to express his complete contempt. "Shut up and get the legs. Then I can torch the car, and you can screw me into the next alley wall."
"We've got to do something about this thing you have for murder scenes," Seth muttered, but he obligingly grabbed the body's pudgy ankles and lifted.
As soon as Mig was out from under the corpse, Seth grabbed the annoying bouncy fuck and shoved him up against the cleanest spot on the car. Bit down on Mig's throat, waited for the moan, and then thoroughly massaged Mig's dick till puppy moron was whimpering and feverishly licking at Seth's tattoos. "You want me up before goddamned eight, you'd better make it worth my while."
"Always do," Mig gasp-groaned. "Always, always do."