#mavin4ever

“…I don’t know what the hell just happened. Not sure if I should even give points to that,” Jon said, staring at Michael and Gavin. Michael held his head in his hands, shaking it as he laughed.

“I don’t know what you were expecting, Jon, the card said I had to moan every word out,” Gavin replied in defense. Michael raised his head, staring at Gavin with annoyance.

“Yeah but you’re the dumbass that took it to that level, you fucking idiot,” he retorted, shaking his head at Gavin. In all truthfulness, the sounds that had come out of Gavin had done something to him, but Michael wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, especially to Gavin.

“But Micool….” Gavin pouted leaning against his friend. Michael rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“But Micool...” Michael mocked.

Jon cleared his throat. “So that’s the bar that the Cheeky Bois set, which if you can’t tell, is low, let’s see what the Real Mavin Shippers have for us,” he announced, pausing as he waited for the prompt to pop up on the screen.

How to Time Travel.

Lindsay immediately leaned over to Barbara, whispering something into the other’s ear. Barbara grinned, glancing over to Jon, who just nodded. If Michael and Gavin had been paying attention, they might have noticed that something was going on, something was being planned.

“Cheeky Bois, are you going to use your diddle card this round? You might need it,” Jon asked cheerfully, turning to Michael and Gavin. Gavin started to open his mouth, but Michael shook his head.

“No, I think we’re going to save them for the last round,” he cheerfully replied. Jon raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“Sixty seconds on the clock then, starting with Lindsay!”

“To”

“Time”

“Travel”

“You”

“Have”

“To”

DING

Michael grinned. “Fist”

Lindsay just shook her head. “A”

“Giant”

“Teddy”

“Bear.”

“Then”

“You”

“Must”

DING

“Balls” Gavin proudly announced.

“Deep”

“In”

DING

Michael was silent a few moments. “Salad.”

“Then”

“You”

“Can”

“Jump”

“Into”

DING

“Michael” Gavin instantly replied.

“Because”

“He”

“Controls”

“Time.”

“Done?”

Michael clutched his stomach, unable to stop laughing.

“Oh, dear God, what just happened?!” Jon gasped as he tried to calm himself down.

“Honestly? I’m not actually sure what happened there either, but I know a motherfucking Timelord!” Lindsay beamed, shooting rocket fingers at Michael. Michael stood up, bowing to the crowd.

“Let’s read that back…”

To time travel you have to fist a giant teddy bear. Then you must balls deep in salad. Then you can jump into Michael because he controls time. Done?

“At least we actually got to our point!” Barbara pointed out to Jon.

“Hey, if Gavin wasn’t there having sex with himself, we might have actually gotten something out!” Michael called out. “I call bullshit!”

Jon shook his head. “I’m totally giving points to the Real Mavin Shippers on that. Though five points for Gavin for the most interesting moans I’ve seen and heard so far…”

As the four of them waited for the points to tally up, Jon read an ad. Much to his annoyance, Michael and Gavin were abusing the Golden Gus, while Lindsay casually began to steal things from Jon’s desk, one item at a time. He looked at the three of them tiredly, then turned to the camera, staring straight at it.

“Let’s see those damn scores,” he announced, still staring straight into the camera.

’15 vs 69’

“You know what that means?”

Barbara and Lindsay smiled evilly at each other, then at the boys. “Oh, Jon, can I say it?” Barbara teased. Jon nodded quickly. “The Cheeky Bois suck and have to do the redemption challenge!”

Michael noticed she looked way too pleased by this than she should, causing a moment of concern to rise in Michael.

“So, since you don’t have enough points, I’m going to need both of you do the redemption challenge. It was supposed to be Gavin’s favorite game, the cookie challenge, but the girls came up with a better challenge at the beginning of the show, and I think I like that idea much more. So, for what, fifty-four points, the two of you must kiss. I’ll throw an extra thirty-one points in though, making you be at a nice even one hundred points!” Jon announced.

“It can’t be stupid either! No bullshit kissing. We want real kisses like we were promised at Extra Life,” Lindsay threw in.

“And it has to last longer than a few seconds!” Barbara added.

Gavin and Michael looked at each other with wide eyes. Neither had seen that coming, not even from a mile away. Before Gavin could react though, Michael was pulling him closer. Gavin froze completely, shocked that Michael was doing it. He could feel his heart racing, and the closer he got to Michael, the more he could have sworn that he could hear Michael’s heart. “It’s just a kiss boi,” Michael said, looking at Gavin with a small smile. Gavin stared at him, still shocked.

Michael gently swooped in, lips pressing against Gavin’s. Gavin tensed up as Michael kissed him, and for a moment, his brain went berserk. He could feel the radiating heat from Michael’s cheek. The room was silent, but right as Gavin closed his eyes, he saw Barbara whipping out her phone. Fuck it, he decided. He relaxed against Michael’s lips, kissing back.

When Gavin began kissing back, Michael forgot where he was. Instead, he hungrily dove into the kiss, something inside of him taking over. If it wasn’t for the fact that he heard a ‘whoop’ come from the audience, he was pretty sure that he would have lasted a lot longer. Pulling back from Gavin, he flushed.

Jon and Lindsay were fanning themselves jokingly, while Barbara continued to film. “And that friends is how you get Mavin to kiss,” she announced eagerly, and then promptly clicking something and dropping her phone.

“Finally! My dreams have come true!” Lindsay squealed, earning herself a glare from both the boys. Most of the crowd cheered, while some seemed to just be laughing. Michael could practically feel the people on Tumblr rejoicing right then.

The two readjusted their own wigs. Gavin’s was a more vibrant shade of blonde and was smoothed down backwards. Michael’s was a light shade of a similar blonde and hid his dark curls well.

He was also wearing contacts, since the mask didn’t grant him space to wear his glasses as usual. He was alright with that though.

The two linked arms and walked out of the small abandoned room and approached the elevators. Both of them checking each other over. Whether it was because they wanted to confirm their partner was well disguised or for some other personal reason, you wouldn’t know.

The elevator was empty as it rose them up to their destination.

“Ready?” Gavin asked his partner. Obviously it seemed so, but he liked to ask him before the two officially began their job.

“Absolutely.” Michael answered back confidently, just as the doors opened.

The two slipped out into a hallway, merging with a crowd of people as they entered a grand party room with a podium set up in front of a large blue banner matching the design of the shirts which every other attendee was wearing.

“Alright.. How many people will be attending this fundraiser?”

“From what I’ve seen, over two hundred attendees. I wasn’t able to get an exact number.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yeah, a lot of people to hide behind.”

The only differences among the crowds were the security guards, who wore ear pieces and black overcoats, and the waiters who wore red blazers.

Michael had heard that the security guards were all armed with tasers, and he was sure he could see the outlines of them in their pockets.

In Michael’s own pocket was a sticker and some dissolving poison pills. The sticker had a toxic compound mixed into the adhesive that would seep into the bloodstream within moments.

“How much security are we dealing with?”

“Five. Two upstairs, two downstairs and a bodyguard for Mike Hawk.”

Michael glanced over to Gavin as the two entered the room, pausing by a pillar with a table full of glasses of champagne. He knew full well he had to keep an eye on Gavin. The brit was well known to get drunk when able and that was difficult when on a job.

“To Mike Hawk!” Gavin and Michael cheered as Mike Hawk went on with his speech, clinking their glasses together and then downing their drinks in one swig. One glass or two wouldn’t hurt.

Gavin seemed to think it meant he was allowed to drink more than that.

After Michael set down his empty glass, Gavin took another glass, downed that one, and picked up another to repeat the process.

“Hey, I’m gonna scope out the area real quick.” Michael whispered before walking around his partner to peer at the room they had been informed was the security office. He quickly turned back to his partner as Gavin downed a fourth glass. “Shit, we have a guy standing right outside the security office.”

Gavin picked up another glass. “Let’s just mingle until he clears out.” Michael answered and Gavin handed him two glasses of champagne.

 “Wanna double this?”

“Yeah, yeah, this looks normal. Let’s just get shit faced,” Michael answered, downing one of the glasses while Gavin picked up two more for himself.

Gavin took this moment to take notice that Michael’s british accent was fading. It had been stronger, maybe stronger than Gavin’s, back when they still shared the same body and even after they had first been separated. Of course, this was due to Gavin being the main conscience and not Michael.

The original Michael, as Gavin was told, had not been British and was instead raised in the states. A long way from where Gavin had started his assasin’s career in the United Kingdom. Although, Gavin wasn’t going to complain.

“Alright, he’s moving..” Michael murmured, setting down his second glass. “I’m going in, boi. Watch my back” He whispered and casually walked over where the guard had been before. Gavin wasn’t sure why, but they had started referring to each other as bois. Something Geoff said the original two of them had done often.

Before they were murdered, of course.

 “This is how you champagne.” Gavin poured one of the glasses into another and held it up, causally following Michael. He noticed the guard speaking into his earpiece. He managed to catch ‘position’ and ‘circulating’ but didn’t try to listen too much as he walked away and gave Michael an opportunity to slip into the security office.

Michael wasn’t sure what he expected. The office was small and clearly in need of some proper maintenance. It had several fold able-leg tables stacked in the corner. It seemed more like a storage closet than a maintenance office.

The man smirked as he saw two guard uniforms (black overcoats with a white shirt underneath on a plastic fold-out table, two knives settled beside them.

“These are nice.” Michael murmured, stripping off his facial disguise so it would be easier for him to slip on the uniform. “Maybe I should steal these..” The fabric was smooth and the inside was soft and comfortable. Then again, these guys stood in one position for hours so he wasn’t sure what to expect.

Quickly, he buttoned the overcoat and slipped his mask and wig back on. He picked up one of the knives and dropped it into his overcoat pocket before readjusted his facial disguise one more time to be safe.

Quietly as possible, he slipped through the doors and took a quick look around. However, Gavin wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Michael cursed in his head and closed the doors, approaching the top of the stairway to look down on the crowd in hopes of finding his partner.

Another guard was approaching, likely to change position, and Michael quickly slipped out of his way as inconspicuous as possible.

Taking on the stance that the guards had (crossing their arms in front of them), Michael slowly approached the crowd, doing his best to hide his mounting frustration. They may be partners, but this was an annoyingly common occurrence. He internally made a promise to murder him, even though he’d never be able to do it, it made him feel slightly better.

Michael slowly shifted back up the stairs as the guard moved away again. He was surprised (and relieved) to see Gavin standing in the corner. For a moment, Gavin tensed at the sight of Michael before realizing it was his partner and not an actual security guard.

“Thank god, I was worried you got drunk and ran off somewhere to do something stupid.”

“Have a little faith in me, Mikey.” Gavin casually replied, sipping from what was probably his eighth champagne glass.

“I can never have faith in you when you’re surrounded by alcohol. You arse.”

Gavin shrugged and Michael put a hand in his pocket, showing Gavin the knife handle.

“I got the knife. We could just get ‘im on the way out.” Michael whispered, dropping it back in his pocket and resuming his guard-like stature next to his partner. Gavin turned and pointed with his glass, almost like he was toasting someone.

“M’kay, then. How ‘bout this?” He gently nudged Michael in the arm when his attention shifted to some of the attendees walking around them. They would have to be quick or they’d become suspicious.”We’ll wait for them to be over there, right?” He gestured to the room next to the security office where the attendees that were coming up the stairs were heading towards.

“Don’t-don’t point.” Michael hissed and Gavin lowered his hand and took another sip of his champagne before continuing.

For a brief moment, they had the space at the top of the stairs to themselves.

“He’s having drinks, right. I’ll take out his body guy, you take out him. We’ll come down and kill that guy on the way out.” He gestured to the guard at the doorway. “Well, let’s mingle, shall we?”

“Let’s mingle.” Michael answered, pushing his mask up a bit as Gavin walked ahead of him, drinking the rest of his champagne.

“Aww man, all the booze is gone, ya see that?” Gavin answered as they walked back down the stairs and saw the now empty table that once held a bunch of champagne glasses.

Michael heard the static-y sound coming from the guards’ ear pieces and was sure they were looking at him and Gavin.

 “You know, maybe we should pretend like we know each other.” Gavin whispered as he picked up a random glass from a table. Damn, he needed to slow down.

“No, that’s fine, we don’t.” Michael answered, his voice quiet before he slightly raised it to speak again. “Sir, Sir, back off sir.” His faint accent seemed to vanish briefly as he took on a more authoritative tone of voice, sounding less like a party-goer and more like the role he was dressed up for.

“Sorry, Sorry. I just- wanted to make friends.” Gavin seemed to stumble over his words a little bit as Michael (kinda begrudgingly) put some distance between them. “I’m kinda socially awkward at these.” A few attendees cast him annoyed glances and Michael forced himself to not snap at them for it.

The politician was approaching now, surrounded an entourage of attendees, his bodyguard, and his announcer.

Michael glanced back around to let Gavin know, not trusting the brit to be observant after all the champagne he’d had. He quickly caught sight of him and walked over, drifting by slowly to whisper to him. “Target is approaching, target is approaching.” He hissed to Gavin who picked up another glass and slowly walked over to the politician, worming his way through the attendees swarming around him.

Gavin silently pulled the poisoned sticker out of his pocket and stripped off the back, walking over to the bodyguard who stood by the wall.

“Hey, thanks for doing all the work you do.” Gavin whispered, attaching the sticker to the guard’s hand and casually walking away as the poison worked into the guard’s bloodstream and caused him to slump against the wall and slide down.

He could hear another nearby guard talk into his earpiece. Gavin could only pick up ‘back up’ but that was a good enough hint that he should get the fuck out.

Michael slowly walked up behind the politician as he took a sip out of his champagne glass. As he did, Michael slipped out the knife and stabbed it into the man’s back. Repeatedly.

He was always the one to go a little overkill.

The man cried out in pain, blood gurgling in his throat as he staggered back and then fell to the floor. He quickly walked out of view of the attendees, reuniting with Gavin who took the same route of action.

“What’s going on?” Some of the attendees were calling out

“Did you see who did that?” Michael asked, keeping with his cover as he joined Gavin on the stairs.

“That guy there was suspicious.” Gavin answered, pointing at a random attendee. His british accent was easily identifiable.

“Dude, I went all over him.” Michael whispered to Gavin, failing to keep the chuckle out of his voice though the others were too loud to hear it, thankfully. Gavin smiled back at him.

“I’m going to go take out that guy, you keep walking.” Michael whispered, pulling out another poison sticker and stripping off his back as he joined another guard who was pointing at random attendees.

“Take off your masks. Everyone take off your masks.”

“I’ve seen a suspicious individual around here.” Michael added, quickly attaching the sticker to the back of the guard’s neck. He let out a small noise of shock and then collapsed to the floor as the poison took effect.

“There’s a guard sick back there.” Michael called out as he walked away from the now dead guard and into the sea of attendees.

Gavin passed by a waiter who was still handing out drinks and he gratefully took one. “Don’t mind if I don’t.” The champagne was nicer than what Gavin had been able to have in a while. Besides, if they were going to be convincing, he may as well drink a couple glasses.

He quickly found Michael approaching the now unguarded door, everyone else’s attention turned on the three dead bodies now on the floor making it easy to walk over.

Gavin cast another look around, glass still in hand as Michael opened the door. He slipped out and held the door open as Gavin walked in. In a moment of drunk victory, he made a cheers gesture with his glass before joining Michael outside.

Another successful job.

As the two quickly made their way out of the building, Gavin sipped on his champagne.

The two slipped in Michael’s car. Once they were safe inside the vehicle, Michael pushed up his mask and his head slumped against the headrest.

“Whoo! We did it.” He let out a faint chuckle and pulled off the wig and the mask, carelessly throwing it into the backseat. Gavin did the same. Their hair was ruffled, but it was totally fine seeing as they were no longer really in a formal setting and they never genuinely cared about it in the first place. He rose up his champagne and downed the rest of it.

“Hell yeah!” He added, smiling. Michael turned to him.

“I think I should stop bringing you to places with alcohol.” He said as Gavin set down the glass.

“Noo.” He whined, leaning back and looking at Michael.

“.. Damnit, Gav.” He groaned, slipping his car key out of his pocket and starting the vehicle. “I can’t believe we shared a body at some point.”

“Awww.” Gavin whined and Michael rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Gav. Let’s just get back to that Burns guy and get our paycheck and then we can go home and just sleep and watch TV.” Michael loved the thought of passing out in the enormous bedroom back in their apartment. It had been a long day to him with obtaining the disguises and other preparations.

“And swimmy bevs?”

Michael cast a glance at the car’s digital clock as they quietly pulled onto the road. It was pretty late now.

“... We’ll see.”

“Yay.” Gavin cheered, earning another smile from his partner. “I love you Mikey.”