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Johnny: You’re not my type.
Johnny, exactly 2 seconds later: I would literally die for you. Take my dogtags as a proof of that promise. And my jacket. All my clothes actually. And I just got our names tattooed on your arm in a heart. Jonny + V 4ever. Anyway did I mention I would literally die for u
It’s got to stay in the family // I had the feeling, the first time I saw you, but I just wasn’t sure. And then I saw how the Yamato reacted… and I was certain. [Vergil] is your father.
Johnny with a sniper rifle.
That’s it. Continue as you were.
Good, good. Excellent point.
May I also add along to the image…
A lollipop stick hanging out his mouth.
Sucking on it obscenely into the comms as he keeps a sharp eye out for V as they wait for their target to show.
You absolutely may add to the image.
It’s a simple job. Take out one target while they’re distracted.
Johnny calls dibs for sniper position, having had experience back in the war for a brief period of time. V let’s him without fuss as they’re more hands on with taking out targets anyway.
“A shit shot is what you are,” the rockerboy likes to argue with a grin, dodging the hand swatted at him.
So here he was on the roof of a building, three over from V’s position where the merc waited for the hit to show. V’s posing as a buyer, Johnny recalls, but everything else is fuzzy. V is more of the detail type between the two. Johnny prefers to shoot and ask questions later on gigs like this.
V has a good head on their shoulders, so if they’re going for a gig like this, it means the guy is bad news.
His mouth twists, a loud smack echoing in the quiet around him, one eye squeezed shut as he peers down the scope to see an annoyed V facing his direction. They have ten minutes before the target is supposed to show and both of them are bored having been here for the past thirty.
Johnny watches as V’s head ducks down into the collar of their jacket, acting like they’re biting of the chill of the early morning around them. Their voice crackles to life in his ear the next second.
“Is that really necessary?”
Johnny huffs, sucking on the sucker in his mouth obscenely. “I’d rather be suckin’ something else right now but you’re the one who wanted to take this gig, little merc of mine.”
He can’t see it but he’s sure that V is blushing judging by the sharp inhale he hears. He laughs cruelly, rifle moving to survey the area and pauses. “Look sharp, V,” he warns, tone shifting from teasing to serious.
There’s a heavy silence before the comms crackle again.
“Take them all out within five minutes and I’ll let you have your way with me,” V breathes into his ear, voice thick with want.
Johnny stills, swears with his exhale as he feels his dick start to get hard at the thought., adjusting himself.
“Deal,” he replies gruffly, knows that V has that grin of theirs like they just won the jackpot.
The mark and their guards barely get out of the car once they pull up before they’re all taken out.
“Meet you at the Porsche,” V laughs lowly.
Johnny growls, hastily packing the rifle away. “You better be stripped on the hood of the car by the time I get there.”
Johnny grins. “You’ll find out soon enough, darlin’.”