Game Got Switched Ch. 5/? (MOV)

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Title: Game Got Switched Ch. 5/? (MOVIE)
Warning: Language, English translation of French conversation in italics, Sex (if you wanna read it)
Summary: The team get ready for their mission in Guatemala.
A/N: There's a porny interlude to this chapter that you can read if you like by clicking on the hyper link in the story.  A Choose Your Own Porn Adventure if you will. Warning: It involves Priest!Face and sex because yes, unf, Priest kink FTW.
Also there's a little crackheaded surprise for everyone at the end of the chapter. :D

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*****

“And that’s the plan.” Hannibal waved his hand over the papers in front of him. “We’ll head into Los Angeles tomorrow to finish things up there before Guatemala.”

Once they were dismissed from the table, Hannibal threw Face a look that the conman nodded an affirmative to and as soon as B.A. was out of ear shot Face spoke.

“Don’t worry, boss. I can get it.” Face turned to Murdock. “I’m gonna need your help, though.”

“What do I get to do?” Murdock bounced on his heels excitedly.

“Go find the laptop and we’ll go over it after I’m done getting some other stuff together.”

“Y’all better not be in there whispering about damned planes!” B.A. shouted from living room.

Murdock rolled his eyes, “They say I’m the delusional one! How exactly does he expect us to get there? Baird's Tapirs?”

“I can get the Gulfstream, no problem but I don’t think I can get a live animal as easy, bud.”

“What? You can’t get something? Boss, think you might need to come up with some skill sharpening exercises for our dear Faceman.” Murdock snickered.

“Tapirs, you said, Murdock? We will need ground transportation once we get there. Face, get on that will you?” Hannibal ordered while trying his best not to smile.

“And B.A.’s always yelling at me for egging Murdock on.” Face said to Hannibal before he headed downstairs.

*****

“Face, where’s the Photoshop serial number on this thing?” Murdock looked up from the laptop as he walked down into the basement rec. area to see Face standing at the full length mirror.

“It’s in the folder right there on the desktop.” Face glanced in the mirror. “What are you doing?”

“Bless me, father.” Murdock drawled; a lecherous look in his eyes as he put the laptop on the air hockey table.

“No, H.M.” Face held his hand out as the pilot moved closer.

“If I’d known this was in store down the street at St. Jude when I was a kid I woulda converted in a heartbeat. All I got at Gribble Creek Baptist was Brother Donny with his fat and sweaty, brimstone tongue talking and snake handling.” Murdock ducked around Face’s outstretched arm and ran fingers against the clerical collar.

“Snake handling?!” Face spluttered as Murdock chuckled.

“I’m pretty good myself. Or so I’ve been told.” Murdock squeezed Face’s crotch gently.

“Let me take this off then you can show me all the snake handling skills you want.” Face reached up to remove the collar only to be rewarded with a hand slap. “What the hell?”

“Leave it, it’s hot.” Murdock tugged Face’s shirt out of his pants and started making quick work of most of the buttons, stopping before the top ones.

“Hot? No way. Not hot at all.” Face laughed breathlessly as Murdock nipped at his neck.

“I feel a whole lotta sinning coming on. How ‘bout we go to the bedroom? Wouldn’t want Bosco to come down here and catch us for real this time. I don’t think any amount of Hail Marys would appease that Big Guy.”

Murdock slid hands slowly over muscle and warm skin inside Face’s shirt as a low whine left the conman’s throat when Murdock lapped at the shell of his ear.

“I’m taking you to bed.” Murdock whispered and a shiver ran up Face’s spine as he shook his head in agreement.

“Good. Now shift it.” Murdock bumped Face with his hip before taking possession of his mouth as they started moving.

“Ow, fuck. Watch it, bud. Running me into a chair is not gonna help you get laid.” Face said as they stepped around said piece of furniture.

“You rattan cockblocker!” Murdock shook his fist as they made their way into the bedroom.

“What’ll get me laid?” Murdock asked, pushing Face onto the bed before he started to undress.

Face watched the pilot quickly divulge himself of his t-shirt and shorts, “Being able to get naked that fast definitely helps.”

“Yeah? Anything else I can do to make this happen?” Murdock crawled onto the bed then ground himself against Face, causing the conman to arch his back, shirt falling open as he moaned.

“Get these clothes off me and I can guarantee it.” Face panted as Murdock trailed hands over his body.

“Lemme see what I can do about that.” Murdock set off to follow with his mouth the path his hands had just blazed, starting with Face’s nipples. Gentle tugs followed by a soothing tongue and Murdock smirked proudly in the fact that he was the one drawing out those delicious noises from the stunning body under him.

“H.M.” Face purred as he slid a hand into Murdock’s hair, dragging blunt nails along his scalp sending shocks of pleasure through the pilot as he continued to kiss down Face’s taunt torso. He teased with teeth and tongue as the conman grasped at his hair.

“You ok there?” Murdock looked up as Face swallowed hard then shook his head.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Good.” Murdock responded before he returned to his previous spot.

The next noise Face emitted was an unadulterated yelp as Murdock delved his tongue into his navel.

“Don’t do that!” Face choked, “You know that shit tickles.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Murdock smiled as he did it again. Face bucked and almost knocked the pilot off the bed.

“That’s what you get,” Face laughed, “Asshole.”

“Yeah, but you love me.” Murdock slipped a hand over the front of Face’s pants to cup his erection.

“God, yes.” Face groaned as he pressed against Murdock’s palm.

“Shame, shame. So blasphemous there, Father.” Murdock teased as he stretched and rubbed himself up the length of the conman’s body till they were face to face again.

“Thought you wanted to get laid?” Face huffed as Murdock’s tongue teased skin just above the collar.

“I do.”

“Really? Then why do I still have pants on?” Face skimmed a hand down Murdock’s back before he quickly rolled them over and had the grinning pilot pinned under him.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little foreplay, Faceman.” Murdock wagged his eyebrows as Face leaned in to bring their mouths together. Face’s tongue darted quickly against Murdock’s then he pulled away and moved to stand at the foot of the bed.

Murdock propped on elbows to watch Face unfasten and slide his pants low on hips, exposing the trail of hair that Murdock wanted to follow with his tongue. When he made a move to reach for him, Face shook his head.

“Nope, stay right where you are.”

Murdock slumped back but hummed his approval as Face removed his pants and got on the bed to straddle his thighs.

“Now where were we?” Face questioned as he went up on his knees, “Foreplay, right?”

“Face.” Murdock’s whine of impatience turned to a groan as the conman reached to take hold of his own cock. Face brought fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to moisten them then slipped beneath his shirt to rub a nipple, his hips rocking in response.

Murdock stared slack-jawed at the sight of Face stroking himself, the white of the collar brilliant against the tan of Face’s throat as his head fell back with a moan.

“That seems like an adequate amount to me.” Murdock said huskily, surprised he could even find his voice.

Face stopped all movement and looked at him. “You think?”

“Fuck yes, come here.” Murdock growled as he sat up fast and had Face down and beneath him before he could protest.

“Yeah, think we got that part pretty good.” Face sighed as Murdock shifted and pressed into him with slick fingers.

“Mmm, pretty good at this part, too.” Murdock grinned as Face wrapped his legs around his hips.

“Better than good,” Face stuttered as Murdock slowly pushed in, “Fucking amazing.” He gasped when Murdock kissed him as he rolled his hips.

“So gorgeous.” Murdock panted as Face clutched at his back, rocking against Murdock’s deep thrusts.

“Faster.” Face begged; sliding a hand between them to stroke his cock as Murdock placed hands on either side of the conman’s head, his hips bucking at a more frenzied pace.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it.” Face tossed his head back and Murdock surged forward, dragging teeth against his neck.

Face cried out as he shuddered through his orgasm, body tightening around the pilot.

“I love you, oh I love you.” Murdock sobbed as he came, leaning down to place a sloppy kiss against Face’s mouth.

“Love you, too.” Face responded once he caught his breath, “You better have gotten your fill of this thing. I’m not wearing it again, it’s fucking choking me,” He said yanking at the collar.

“Mmm, I think I’m good for now.” Murdock yawned as he nuzzled against Face’s neck, “Ask me again once we get to Guatemala though, I might need a little more of your missionary work.

*****

The morning they were to leave Hannibal and B.A. had to meet with Amy Allen while Face and Murdock were supposed to get the Gulfstream… with whatever the hell this was. Hannibal rubbed the bridge of his nose when Murdock stepped out into the hotel breezeway wearing a black tank top and …

“Are those Bosco’s?” Hannibal pointed at the jeans that were at least four sizes too big for the pilot and being held up by a belt that looked stretched beyond its limit.

“Peut-être. Peut-être pas. Maybe. Maybe not.” Murdock waved a dismissive hand as he slid sunglasses on before handing Hannibal a C.D.

“Space Hamsters in my Blood? What exactly are you two doing?” Hannibal turned the case over in his hands.

“Boss, how have you not heard of DJ Urleman Fou? Well, maybe you’re a little too old.” Face emerged from the room and chuckled at Hannibal’s irritation. “Seriously, David Guetta owes everything he is to Urleman Fou.”

Murdock threw a hand up and huffed in a thick French accent, “Do not mention that name.”

“Oh, what the hell is this? Wait, are those… fool, you got my damned pants on? I was looking for that shit yesterday.”

B.A. took the C.D. from Hannibal and started laughing. “Hey man, what the hell’s up with all these gold chains you got on in this photo? Looks ridiculous. There music on this thing? Please tell me there ain’t.”

Murdock looked offended at B.A.’s question while Face stood behind the pilot shaking his head, ‘no’. “But of course there is music. I will give to you that copy for free. Enjoy it, yes?”

B.A. shook his head, “What time we supposed to meet Allen, Bossman?”

“About an hour or so. We should probably head out.”

“Yeah, yeah we should, too.” Face clapped Murdock on the shoulder, “Ready?”

“Allons-y!” The pilot grinned as Face burst out laughing.

“You went French just so you slip that in, didn’t you?”

“I don’t care if there is anything, ain’t playing it in my van. Who knows what kinda weird assed shit he put on this thing.” B.A. grumbled, looking at the C.D. as he and Hannibal moved in the opposite direction.

*****

“Tawnia! Sweetheart! Did Reg tell you I was coming? I know he said he was going to be out of town on vacation but he said he’d give you all the paperwork.”

The blonde stared up at Face as he swept into the office and made a beeline directly for her.

“I’m sorry? Reg? No, he hasn’t told me anything about you, Mister…”

“Barclay. Dwight Barclay. What do you mean, no? He assured me the G500 would be ready today. This is unacceptable. Do you know who this is for?”

“I’m sorry I don’t. You said Reg was supposed to help you?”

“Reg was working on getting the G500 for my client, DJ Urleman Fou.” Face pointed to the VIP area where Murdock lounged in a chair. “DJ Fou has a very important show tomorrow in France that he cannot be late for.”

Face stepped closer to the blonde and took her elbow. “It’s an event being held by President Sarkozy. DJ Fou has to be there. Reg assured me that you would be ever so kind in helping me if he didn’t get it done before he left on vacation.”

“Well, let me go see if maybe he left papers on his desk for me. I’m sure that’s what happened.” Blush crept up her cheeks as Face smiled down at her.

“Excellent.” Face winked and she got even more flustered before heading off to look for the papers.

She would of course find them, along with one of DJ Urleman Fou’s C.D.s. Face had sent Murdock in the day before to slip everything into place after Face had made sure that Reg Schultz was in fact gone on vacation.

Face glanced towards the lounge and gave Murdock a slight nod as Tawnia made her way back over.

“Y at-il un problème?” Murdock came hustling out of the room with an air of impatience.

“No, no there’s not a problem at all. Tawnia was just getting the final paperwork ready for us.”

“Tawnia!” Murdock removed his sunglasses and took her hand, bringing it to his lips before he turned to Face and smirked, “Elle est attirée par vous. She is attracted to you.”

Face rolled his eyes. “Evidemment. Obviously.”

“Si elle savait ce que vous me laisser faire? If she knew what you let me do?” Murdock ignored the look of confusion on the woman’s face as they conversed around her.

“Peut-être plus. Perhaps more.” Face calmly responded causing Murdock to laugh as he patted Tawnia’s hand.

“Is something wrong?” Tawnia asked concerned as her gaze bounced between the pair.

Face smiled brightly. “Not in the least. My client was just telling me that he finds you very attractive and would be honored if you would escort him to France for the event.”

Murdock placed another kiss on her hand as Tawnia’s eyes got wide.

“Oh, I am so very flattered but no, oh no, I couldn’t. I’m a married woman.”

“Such a shame.” Murdock tsked as he released her. “I will be in the salon.” He put back on the sunglasses as he headed off for the lounge.

*****

“You have the money ready?” Hannibal asked as he got out of the non-descript car parked next to Amy Allen’s VW in the Metamorphosis building parking garage.

“Hello to you, too. Yes, it’ll be ready.” Amy said as she threw folders in and grabbed a bag out of the backseat of her car.

“Will be ready?”

“Yes, later.” Amy looked up at Hannibal defiantly.

“You want to come to Guatemala, don’t you?” He glanced at B.A., who shook his head.

“It’s my brother, Mr. Smith. I’m going. You’ll get your money. I promise.”

Hannibal heaved a sigh, “B.A. can you help me with this stuff of Ms. Allen’s?”

“But I have…” Amy’s eyes widened as Hannibal pulled a syringe out of his pocket the minute B.A’s back was to him. As soon as B.A. leaned into the car, Hannibal stuck him with the needle.

“Man, she ain’t got no bags in…” B.A. turned back around but didn’t finish his sentence before he collapsed against Hannibal.

“What in the hell is going on?” Amy spluttered as she watched Hannibal maneuver an unconscious B.A. towards the car.

“Open this for me. B.A. really hates flying.”

“You do this every time?” She asked as she opened the door and Hannibal got B.A. inside.

“It’s the only way to get him on a plane.” Hannibal walked to the driver’s door as Amy stood immobile on the other side. “Ms. Allen, are you coming? We’re running late.”

“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to give him brain damage or something? What about some kind of therapy to get him over his fear? Wouldn’t that be safer?” Amy continued as she got in.

“The only thing that would help his fear of flying was if we got rid of Murdock and I don’t foresee that happening anytime soon.”

“Murdock? Wait. He did something that caused you to have to knock him out,” Amy pointed into the backseat where B.A. was now snoring, “every time you get on a plane and you’re going to let him fly us to Guatemala?”

“We’ll be fine. Murdock is the best pilot I’ve ever known.” Hannibal reassured as Amy continued to panic.

“Yeah, well, if actions speak louder than words then Sleeping Beauty back there is screaming. You got another one of those syringes? I may need it for myself.”

When they got to the airfield Face was waiting for them on the tarmac.

“Everything go smoothly?” Hannibal asked as Face helped him get B.A. out of the car.

“Of course.”

“Even with Murdock and the whole…?”

Face laughed as he shifted B.A.’s weight in his arms. “Oh, DJ Urleman Fou went over brilliantly.”

“DJ who?” Amy questioned as she followed them to the jet.  “Are we just going to leave the car there?”

“Someone will take care of it.” Hannibal answered as they started up the steps.

Once inside they buckled B.A. securely to the seat farthest from the cockpit.

“Is Murdock ready to go?” Hannibal closed the outside door then took a seat.

“Boss, he’s been ready since you said Guatemala. It’s been over eight months since the job in Mexico and even then all he got to fly was that busted ass Barcenas AG plane.” Face grinned as the intercom came on.

“Welcome to Àwoucha Safaguaü Air. Your Captain this morning, H.M. Murdock would like to remind you to please make sure all big, grumpy Baracians are stored properly before takeoff for everyone’s safety, especially the pilot’s.
Flight time today is a little under 5 hours. There will be no refreshments on the flight, mainly because Face wouldn’t stop earlier when I asked. All hunger complaints need to be lodged with Templeton Arth…”

“We got it, bud. Sorry!” Face laughed as he sat down across from Amy, “Let’s get this money situation taken care of before we get too busy in a few hours.”

“Here’s the bank information.” She handed Face a slip of paper and watched while he worked on the laptop.

“Transfer’s complete, boss. We’re good to go.”

“Told you I'd have the money. Now, what are we going to do about finding my brother?” Amy asked.

“We?” Face looked to Hannibal, who just shrugged as he lit a cigar.

“I’ve got the perfect place in the plan for you, Ms. Allen.”

TBC
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