Ashes, Part 3

by Tiki


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Sven watched silently from the window as Pidge made his way back into the mansion. "So my little Alliance spy went to report in. I wonder if he knows I'm on to him?" He stepped away from the window. Pidge was acting according to Sven's plans.

Soon everything would be in place. The party he was hosting was a front, in more ways than one. His little assassins and those Alliance idiots believed the purpose of the party was to pinpoint who the next targets would be. It was actually the bait for a trap he laid for the Alliance.

Sven knew those fools wouldn't resist the chance to catch him in the act. They would be at the party. He would find out the identity of the ones sent to bring him in. He would find their weaknesses and exploit them. Once they were dealt with, he would get rid of his useless baggage and begin anew.

For now he would let them have their little illusions. It amused him for now. "Speaking of amusements, I wonder what my little pet is doing right now?"

*******

Keith stared into the darkness above him. He felt so empty and alone inside. Why do I feel this way? I don't understand it. He shut his eyes tight and rolled on his side. He heard the door open and sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist. "Sven?"

"Of course my pet." The door shut enclosing the room in darkness once again. "Can't sleep?"

Keith listened as Sven undressed. "I missed you." He felt the bed dip as Sven sat down.

Sven reached over to caress Keith's cheek. "Well I'm here now." He felt Keith shiver at his touch. Good. He should be wary of me. I could crush him right now but I won't. Sven leaned over to brush his lips against Keith's.

"Please," Keith breathed.

"Hmm? Please what my pet?"

"Please...would you..."

"Shh." Sven pressed his lips against Keith's again. "I know what you want." He pressed Keith back against the bed. "You don't have to say it."

Keith brought his hands up to Sven's face. He felt the tip of Sven's tongue press against his lips. He opened his mouth slightly allowing him entrance. He loved it when Sven was like this. When the caresses and kisses were light and gentle instead of bruising and hurtful.

Sven looked down at Keith's face. His eyes were closed while he was lost in the sensation. Beautiful. I will use him against those fools. Yes, that will work. He leaned down to kiss Keith again. His hands moved lower, caressing Keith.

Keith whimpered. Sven was torturing him. He was lost. "...please.." He gasped. "..please." Sven's hands dipped lower, barely brushing where Keith wanted him to go. "I beg you please."

Sven paused in his ministrations. He watched as Keith writhed underneath him. "Begging are you? I guess I should give you some relief." He parted Keith's legs with his knee. "Mmmm, yes you have been good haven't you? I think I will."

*******

The next morning, Pidge watched Keith as he came down to breakfast. He sighed. Sven must have been in a good mood last night, Keith's got that dreamy look on his face again. Why doesn't he see the truth? Sven's just using him. He turned and caught Sven smirking at him.

What in the world? He blinked and looked again. Now Sven had his attention focused on Keith. Had he imagined that look? Suddenly Pidge felt nervous. He was in a dangerous situation. Was Sven suspicious of him. He shook his head. No, that bastard was just rubbing his nose in the fact Pidge couldn't persuade Keith to leave him.

Romelle pouted, leaning over the table, her head in her hands. She sighed. "I'm bored." She looked over at Sven. "Can't we do something? Waiting for this party is driving me insane."

"Such a little mind to be so easily bored. Can you not understand the wisdom our leader is showing?"

Romelle rolled her eyes. "Oh joy, the mute decides to speak. What do you know about anything?" Hunk did not speak to Romelle again. He just gave her a look and then proceeded to ignore her.

Sven chuckled, a slight smirk on his face. "You both have a point my dear. We do need a bit of activity to keep up our skills but we must also practice caution. We can't afford to draw attention to ourselves."

"I realize that Sven, but I'm so bored," Romelle whined. She pouted again and batted her eyelashes at him. "Isn't there anything we can do? Just sitting in this house everyday with these two," she waved a hand in Pidge's and Hunk's direction, " is torture."

"It's not a dream for us either," Pidge paused slightly, "you bitch."

"Just be quiet you little troll." Romelle turned to face Pidge. "You're just jealous."

"Of what?" Pidge snorted. "Definitely not you. I'm not chasing after everything in a pair of pants or a skirt."

Romelle smiled evilly at Pidge. "Oh really. I know there's one person's pants you want to get into. You want to see if the others can guess who?"

Pidge clenched his teeth together. She was really starting to get on his nerves. "Listen you little whore..."

"Enough." They all turned to look at Sven. "We're all getting a little anxious. I understand. So I've decided we need a little exercise." His smirk got even wider. "Something to keep us on our toes so to speak."

"What sort of exercise?"

"Just a little fact finding mission. I feel it's time for our little group to branch out and diversify. Assassinations are well and good, but we've become complacent. Frankly I think we're starting to become predictable."

"What?"

Hunk sighed deeply and looked over at Romelle. "In our line of work, predictability means the end of you. So it's time to change our tactics."

"So we're going to find a new way of wiping out our targets, right?" This is great Pidge thought. Just give me more rope to hang you with. I'll enjoy seeing you go down Sven.

"Correct Hunk. I knew you would see the light first." Sven smiled to himself. They were all playing into his hands perfectly. They were so predictable. Now to begin putting his plans into effect.

"Now I will now tell you the true purpose of the little get together we'll be hosting in two weeks. Our targets from now on will be of a more influential class. So just killing them outright would attract too much attention." Sven paused letting his words sink in. "We need to treat them more delicately. Kill them with more finesse."

Romelle suddenly caught onto the idea Sven was trying to convey. "You mean toying with don't you?" She began to sound more and more excited as she spoke. "Not just killing them, but completely and utterly destroying them, ruining their reputations and their lives don't you?" She giggled, clapping her hands together. "Oh how lovely!"

Hunk caressed his chin while he considered what Sven was suggesting. "I admit your plan does have a certain degree of intrigue that's been missing lately."

Sven looked over at Pidge. "Do you agree with the new plan, Pidge?"

"Yes, it's very good."

Excellent, you little fool. "I'm glad you all agree. What I want you all to do is find out as much information as you can about our guests."

Pidge's nervousness increased, though he gave no outward sign of it. This could be bad. Does he know? "Exactly how are we supposed to do that? I mean, with so many people coming, how can we be sure we're not researching the same people?"

"Good question, Pidge. I've divided up the guests. Each of you will receive your list of names this afternoon. Any questions?" Sven looked around the table. Romelle looked ecstatic, Hunk considering and Pidge, his expression was just a bit apprehensive. He's probably wondering who's list has those Alliance idiots on it. Won't he be surprised when he get his list?

Sven nodded to himself. Yes this would work out just the way he planned it. It would be amusing to see these fools scramble around trying to outguess him. Very good. "If there are no questions, I'll leave you to your breakfast." He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. As he walked out of the room, he thought to himself, yes the next two weeks should be very amusing indeed.

*******

Pidge breathed a silent sigh of relief as he spotted Lotor's, Lance's and Allura's names on his list. He had been afraid that one of the others might get their names, especially Hunk. The taller man paid great attention to details and their cover stories were lacking in quite a few details. He glanced up at Sven. "What this is it? Fifty names? I'll have this done in two days tops."

"There's no great rush and remember this is only an exercise to warm you up before we really get start the new plan."

"Okay if you say so." Pidge stood up from his chair. "I'll just get to it if you don't mind."

"Oh not at all." Sven waved his hand in Pidge's general direction. "Do as you wish, there's two weeks until you have to report back your findings."

Pidge couldn't get out of Sven's presence fast enough. Something about this whole situation doesn't feel right. But if Sven had figured out I'm a plant why hasn't he retaliated yet? He's not the sort of person who would let a betrayal of his trust go by uncontested. If he knew then I would be dead by now. So what was going on? He hadn't survived this long by not listening to his instincts. "I better keep my eyes open."

******

Lance sat staring at the painting again. He couldn't seem to get past the idea the same person who had painted this piece of art was involved with the group of assassins he was hunting.

"Keith," he murmured, "what's sort of person are you? How can you create such a beautiful painting and then do something like taking another's life? What sort of creature are you?"

The painting gave him no answers. Lance thought about everything he had heard and read about these assassins. Very little was known about them. They were a very close-knit group that had been operating for several years. Any hint of betrayal was dealt with swiftly and with deadly force. He shuddered remembering the assassin they had caught a couple of years back. Before the man could name his accomplices he had been found in his cell with his throat slit.

Whoever Lotor's informant was, they were in great danger should they be found out. Lance didn't want to imagine what would happen to them if their duplicity was discovered. He turned his attention back to the painting. "Whoever you are Keith, your hands are as bloody as the rest of them. I don't understand why Lotor's informant thinks you're innocent but I know better. I'll bring you to justice."

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