100 Theme Challenge #72

The characters and universe are taken from my story The Veredas Contract. I should post its sequel, Conatus, some time this year. :P

Zack, M: Greg Nawrat (couldn't find the source)

72. Fashion

"What are you wearing?" Zack laughed when he saw Tom step out of the bathroom, dressed in an odd colored outfit. It was a long, deep red toga, with golden details on the edges of it.

"It's the fashion here, didn't you check before we came here?" Tom replied, taking his phone from the depth of the long toga to check something on it.

"Stop laughing, because you'll be wearing the same thing. We'll be late if you don't go change, by the way."

"Where did you hide our weapons?"

Tom slid back one of the sleeves to reveal a long blade strapped to his muscular forearm.

"And your gun?"

Tom smirked and took Zack's hand to place it right underneath his crotch, on the inside of his thigh.

"Right here, it's less noticeable."

"Is it?" Zack teased him, moving his hand up a bit, and Tom's gaze darkened.

"As much as I wish you continue doing this, we don't have time. Go change." Zack pouted, but did as he was told. He came back a few minutes later with the same long toga, but his was a deep purple with silver details.

"Are we back in the Antiquity or what?" He mumbled as he secured his gun on his thigh. The cloth was ridden all the way up his leg, and Tom took advantage of the lovely view.

"Didn't you ever realize the humans always go back to their basics?" He passed a hand through Zack's hair, free of any product. "Besides, I like you like that, you look less strict."

Zack stared at him, as if in wonder, and opened his mouth to say something before he stopped himself and turned around.

"Let's go then. We have work to do."

They both took a Dissimulation pill, which changed their facial features so nobody would recognize them, and went down in the lobby of the hotel.

It wasn't the first mission Zack had in Greece, but last time he had set foot here was about two decades ago, where things weren't as colorful as now. After years of war, peace had settled in again, and people threw colors everywhere to cover the blood in the streets. Tom and he had seen it all multiple times, and yet it was still depressing and a marvel to watch how a society could get back on its feet after such a hard hit. It was the circle of life.

They were intruding a wedding reception, and they had to assassinate the bride and the bridesmaid. The fact that all of their flirting attempts worked was telling how the bride loved her husband. It was only a cover for her, and a poor one at that.

"So tell me what you are doing again?" Amanda giggled, her entire side tight against Tom's chest. He had to be careful that she wouldn't put her hand on the upper part of his thigh. He didn't know if she was really drunk or if she faked it, but at that point he was waiting for Zack to play his game with the bridesmaid. He knew he hated to romance women, but the contract asked for it.

It seemed things were also going smooth with Zack, and as he leaned down to murmur something in her ear, their eyes met. That crooked smile warned him as they got up from the couch they were cuddling in an walked towards the exit. The bride also noticed them.

"Should we follow their example?" Tom whispered against her neck, placing a kiss underneath her small ear.

"What would my husband say?" She asked in false modesty.

"I don't know, but he's nowhere in sight." They had took care of that earlier.

"All right then, mysterious man." That didn't take a lot of convincing, he idly thought as he lead her outside. Her room was close by, and she snatched the card with a small laugh, mumbling something along the lines of how it was the first time she'd sleep with such a handsome man, to which he inwardly rolled his eyes.

Assuring himself that nobody else was in the room, he took her in his arms, dug his ring through her lace-covered side, and placed her on the bed. She looked at him, confused.

"I feel…" She stopped, and brought a hand to her heart. Her eyes rolled upwards and she stood still, mouth agape.

Tom verified her pulse before getting out, where Zack was already waiting for him.

"How did it go?" He asked as they began to make their way back to their room, eager to remove their toga.

"As smooth as it could go."

(What is 100TC?)

Don't ask about the toga, I don't know what came over me.