(AN: This is an alternate universe from the actual world these characters were designed for. I find it fun to throw them into situations that just plain old wouldn't happen. Now they are secret agents. This is all pretty crack and suggestively although not explicitly gay. So you've been warned. There are male homosexuals within. Dedicated to the RP crew, who for some reason enjoyed this. I know, the title is really creative.)

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SECRET AGENTS

--by: lira-chan--

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Installment One: The Assignment

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Zaiden sat in his rather plush city office, his computer idling on the desk in front of him. Luke was in the back room, and was doing one of probably about three things. None of which Zaiden should name in polite company. If Zaiden had known the bespectacled male was like this when they had first been assigned to one another... Well, it probably wouldn't have made a difference; it wasn't as if they had any choice in the assignments, anyway. Zaiden had gotten a top-notch education for this? As opposed to Luke's accreditation from a diploma mill on the internet that had probably run him twenty bucks?

Zaiden supposed that was what made him the secret agent with top-level clearance and Luke the assistant.

At that moment, the computer gave a chime. Zaiden and Luke were not currently on assignment; this had to be their next mission.

"Zaiden," the machine chimed in its canned voice. "Urgent message from the mayor of Lissandra. Luke and yourself have been placed on assignment. Please travel to the town of Lissandra immediately."

While the message was playing, Luke emerged from the back room. His black wire-rimmed glasses were slightly askew, and his spiky lime-green hair was more tousled than usual. Zaiden didn't think much of his appearance when he bothered to glance up at his assistant.

"We should leave," Luke said in his chirpy voice. "I'll go pack our equipment..."

"You do that," Zaiden said archly, as Luke popped into the back room once more. Zaiden knew it would take the male quite a while to ready their... Equipment... Which meant he would have to busy himself with something in the meantime. The logical conclusion was training – nothing like a little physical exertion to brighten one's day. Luke knew that well.

Zaiden stepped into the simulator. He knew this program well. He held his hand out, and felt the radar and sonic sensor appear in his grasp. In the real world, nothing was there, but this was virtual reality now. As he scanned the virtual terrain for electrical mines, he remembered Luke's frequent joke – Zaiden was employing his gay-dar and "rod," as the sonic sensor was supposed to be a metal detecting device, and looked rather like a long rod in the simulator. He would comment lewdly that Zaiden was using his gay-dar to seek out the traps so he could successfully use his rod on the transmitter sites. Zaiden no longer bothered dignifying these comments with a response.

He had initially pointed out that the electrification of stepping on a trap – something felt in the real world even though this was all supposed to be virtual – felt nothing like what a gay man would do to you. Luke had only been amused by the remark – and encouraged. Zaiden hadn't made this mistake twice.

Finally, Zaiden located all of the transmitters. Navigating a virtual minefield was still a breeze compared to real life perils – and virtual death was always much less permanent. It helped that the virtual terrain was unvaried; it was always a sandy stretch of land surrounded by dunes. It was impossible to move past the dunes, and Zaiden had ceased trying – doing so only ate up his time, and he was trying to beat his personal record.

He still hadn't beaten his current best time when he stepped out of the machine. The real world reappeared around him, and he noticed that Luke was standing right there and probably had been for a while. His assistant was occasionally more than just a little bit creepy.

"Should we leave now, or would you like to keep training...?" Luke asked, with a definite suggestive lilt on the word "training."

"If you want more training, you'll have to take your clothes back off," Zaiden countered. He always grew sick of Luke's double entendres and suggestive phrases before the day was through, which was tantamount to giving in. In fact, it was giving in, since the end result was always the same. Zaiden knew what Luke's response would be before the male even opened his mouth, so he shoved the green-haired young man back into the back room and tugging the door closed behind them. They would have to unpack some of the equipment, but it was a necessary bother.