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Once Again	By : betrayedsuccubus Category: M through R > Matrix, The (All) > Matrix, The (All) Views: 1724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Matrix universe, I do not own The Matrix or any of its content unfortunately. I don't make any money off of this, it's just for fun and because I can't get it out of my head.

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1 Week Later

The Merovingian has been keeping us busy, but in the time in between, when driving, waiting for a target, or seated at their table at Le Vrai, their minds wandered to her. When they had gotten back to their room after eliminating the target The Merovingian had set them she was gone. The maid had already changed the bed to their annoyance. Everything was spotless, it was like she had never been there. There wasn't even a hint of her scent on their pillows. They had paid a visit to the manager of Reflex, he said she had called that evening to check if he wanted her back. He had scheduled her again for the same day the following week. They had demanded any information the terrified man had on her and he had handed over the employment forms she had filled out. They hardly contained anything of worth, It gave them an address, a last name, and a phone number, but they could have gotten those easily. They tried not to think of her, this was not like them at all.
We should forget her, she is nothing to us. They were sitting in their Escalade, simply waiting for their target. This was the day she would be singing again, and there was a certain tightness in both of their chests thinking of it. The Merovingian would be there tonight, so so would they.
We should focus on our work. Two sounds like he is trying to convince both of them.
We are plenty focused. There are two of us, we can easily watch and think. One replies. He remembers the smell of her hair, how soft it was between his fingers, the taste of her skin...
We are being distracting. Two half complains, but the reality is they are both enjoying thinking of her. They wonder what she is doing, is she still asleep, or is she getting ready for the show tonight. The image of her asleep in their bed surfaces in their mind, curled up under the feather blanket as her chest rises and falls softly. Her hair is splayed out around her, half covering her face.
Why do we care what she is doing? Neither of them has the answer. They watch the apartment block for a while in silence.
She didn't leave us her number.
Maybe she doesn't want to see us again. The thought stirs up feelings in them they have never experienced before. It is unpleasant, but they have no word for it. It is a feeling like when they have been shot.
"We must find a way to let her know we enjoy her company." One finally says out loud. They have no experience with this. They knew how to get women into bed, showing them this kind of affection was totally foreign though. They were not a program that thought of romance or even kindness.
Just then they spotted their target entering the building. The corners of One's lips twitched with happiness. This was their element, in this there were no questions; only targets.

When they returned to the chateau they had a few hours before leaving for tonight. They had barely had a moment to themselves this week. Two sighs and sheds his coat, sinking onto the couch. One moves behind him and begins to rub his counterpart's tense shoulders, eliciting a soft moan from his twin.
We need to relax. One begins kneading Two's neck. Perhaps we are simply sexually frustrated, it is possible we are misinterpreting that as feelings for our last partner. The idea is a lifeline, maybe they didn't actually have these wretched feelings for her. They waste no time. Two gets up only to be thrown face first over the arm of the couch by his other half; rough, the way they like it. They both unbuckle their belts and shed their pants with inhuman speed, both of them already hard with anticipation.
Yes, give it to us. One shoves Two's head down roughly into the cushions again, tangling his hands in his hair. Two rubs his ass against his counterpart's erection, eliciting a groan and making One rut against him.
Do it. Two grits his teeth. One positions himself and slams into his twin, phasing slightly with him, both of them groaning with the mixed pain and arousal. One reaches around his twin to grip his twitching erection, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Two. He begins roughly palming him while slamming into his ass. The noises both of them are making make them glad their rooms are soundproof. They begin to phase for split seconds while continuing their rough pace, merging their code for mere instants. The feeling is overwhelming, code flowing between them almost perfectly. One entity, not two separate beings. One leans over and bites down lovingly on Two's neck, both of them moaning with the shared sensation. We love it when we do that. It's not even clear anymore from which one of them the statement comes. They quicken their pace; Two slamming backwards into his twin as One pounds into him, as they phase more and more quickly in and out of corporeality. They move perfectly in synch chasing their mutual climax. One gives one more hard thrust as he jerks Two's cock roughly and they both see code flash before their eyes as they cum. Two spilling himself across the couch in front of them, One filling him with his warmth. They collapse on top of each other across the arm of the couch, skin tingling as code sparks between them. The thoughts moving between them have no words in those minutes after their release. One moves to the couch as Two shifts to sit on his lap. They would never let on to anyone, but when alone, they did enjoy to cuddle each other. Two strokes One's jawline as One runs his hands under Two's shirt. They press their foreheads together gently, breathing in synch, lips brushing together as they slowly move with each other. In these moments they were as close to one being as they would ever be.
We needed that. They sigh quietly.
What will she be wearing tonight?
That black dress was a stunner.  Two leans in and runs his lips down One's neck.
So glad the Merovingian could code it back together for us, we're going to enjoy cutting it off her again.
Damn... we're still thinking about her. And worse, about seeing her again. One throws his head back and groans with frustration.
Their phone buzzes and Two leans over to retrieve it.
Mero:
Something urgent has come up. I need you to go retrieve a program for me. Address to follow.
As if he didn't aggravate them enough, now the Merovingian was going to keep them from seeing her performance tonight as well. They phased back into their clothes. They would have to hurry if they were going to make a stop before the Merovingian's job.

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I had decided on my emerald green dress tonight, it was a low cut scoop in the front, showing off my cleavage, but the important part was it covered the almost healed cut marks on my back. The quickly fading marks were the only evidence of my night spent with them. I had kept it a secret from Lexi. I don't think she would believe me, let alone understand. I can't stop thinking of them though, daydreaming at work, or on my way home they slip into my mind. The smell of their skin has almost faded from my memory. The whole bus ride to the club the butterflies in my stomach are threatening to carry me away. Would they be there tonight? What if they weren't? or even more terrifying, what if they were? The club manager had seemed surprised when I called the next night to see if I would be getting the gig, but he seemed happy to put me on the schedule a full two nights a week. I march quickly to the dressing room, very conscious of the wait staff staring at me. There is noise from the main room as guests are already mostly here. I drop my jacket and purse on the couch and turn to check my makeup in the mirror.
Adrenaline shoots down my body; two pure white roses are laid on the dressing table. I pick them up and lift them to my nose, inhaling deeply. There's nothing else on the table, no note, nothing, but there are only two people they could have come from.
I roll the stems between my fingers musing over their meaning. Maybe this wasn't just a one night stand for them, I allow myself to hope. This small gesture of affection has my head spinning through possibilities. Are they playing me? Could two people like them actually be interested in me?
A knock at the door breaks me from my musings.
*Fifteen Minutes!* someone yells from the other side of the door. I set the roses back down. I'm so nervous to see them again. The idea of their eyes on me all night makes my heart skip. Once I get out on stage and the curtains open I try to see if they are on the balcony but the stage lights are blinding and I can't even see that far. The music strikes up and I focus on singing. First, I have a job to do. I've gotta make that rent money.
After the show I head back to the dressing room in desperate need of some water for my parched throat. I slump onto the couch, remembering the last time I finished a set. I had no idea what I was in for when they knocked on the door. One and Two, how strange they were, but alluring.
This time the knock at the door doesn't startle me, but sends my heart into my throat.
"Come in!" I hope my voice doesn't sound as excited as I think it does. Unfortunately, the face I'm greeted by is not one of theirs.
"The owner wants to see you at his table." The waiter at the door looks to be in his early thirties, with short black hair. "He isn't the patient type. I wouldn't keep him waiting." he says as he closes the door.
I straighten my dress and walk out of the dressing room. What if he found out about our tryst, is he going to discipline me for having a relationship with other employees? Most places have very strict rules about dating in the workplace. I'm incredibly tense by the time I've made it up to the balcony. The Merovingian sits smugly behind his large mahogany table. I steal a glance toward the table the three of us shared in the alcove, but it is empty. I don't see them anywhere else on the balcony, and to the side of the Merovingian's table is a different body guard. What if they're not here because they're being punished for our indiscretion? I feel vaguely ill as I approach him.
"Ma cherie, how wonderfully you entertained us all tonight." he says, eyeing me up and down, his glance lingering on my cleavage. "Come sit with me." He says indicating the chair to his right with a gesture. His glances make me uncomfortable but I can't refuse a chat with my boss.
I move around the table and the bodyguard pulls out the chair for me. Sitting down I wish the chair wasn't so close to him.
"Would you like a drink ma cherie?" He is already waving a waiter over.
"Just some water thank you, I'm parched from singing." I don't want to even be a little tipsy around him, I want all my wits about me when dealing with such a creep. He looks mildly annoyed at my statement but doesn't voice it.
"Tell me about yourself, what is a beautiful fille like you doing being a part time waitress at a diner?"
"Oh," this was not the line of questioning I was expecting. "I've been waitressing to pay the bills while I try to start my singing career." I'm glad to sip the ice water the waiter has brought so I don't have to talk more.
"But such a beauty as you should have no problems getting work." He lightly touches my shoulder and I stifle my revulsion. Please god make him stop hitting on me.
"Do you like my establishment here?" He smirks, gesturing outward.
"Oh, it's very nice. I'm very happy to be here and have this opportunity." It's the truth. The club is upscale and I am very happy to finally be making it big so to speak. His hand snakes to my thigh and I jump up. I'm not into him, and I'm not about to become one of his whores.
"I'm sorry, it's late already, and as you know I have a shift tomorrow at the diner, I must be going." I say as politely as possible. He's visibly annoyed but covers it with a smile.
"Until next time then, au revoir ma Cherie." He says, raking me with his eyes one last time.
I feel like I need a shower after being near him. Ugh, this night couldn't have gone any more different than I thought it would. I grab my things quickly, hugging the roses close to my chest, and just about run out of the club.

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They could make it back in time to see her. One pressed the pedal down even further as they weaved in and out of traffic. They had had just enough time before the job to drop off the roses and still make it to the pickup. They had one goal, and it was getting back to the club before she left. They peeled into the parking garage in record time. When they strode onto the balcony the Merovingian was waiting and waved them over.
"You just missed her." He takes a sip from his wine glass with a self satisfied smirk. "Our little singer had to run... but what a figure she cut in that dress tonight." The twins tense. Their employer's appetite for women was legendary, and the idea of his eyes on her disgusted them.
"It was so nice to... get to know her tonight." Two's grits his jaw. The thought of him talking to her, flirting with her, touching her flashes through their mind. One clenches his fists so tightly his knuckles crack.
The Merovingian leans forward. "How interesting," He pauses, steepling his fingers. "Don't tell me you two actually have feelings for her? I didn't think you were capable of it, but the fact you did not kill her piqued my interest." He takes another sip of his wine. Deadly silent, they move toward him as one until they are right up against the table.
"We may work for you," says One, barely above a whisper "But do not mistake that to mean we are not a danger to you." Two growls. "Stay out of our business, and stay away from her." One's finishes coldly. They turn and leave, not giving the Merovingian a backwards glance.
What if he scared her off, she may not come back. Worse, what if she enjoyed his advances? Their blood runs cold, the Merovingian was wealthy, influential, powerful. That's how he got so many women. What if she had fallen prey to him? The emotions they were experiencing were foreign and unbearable. They stormed back out to the garage and into their Escalade. Peeling out of the garage at first they don't know where they are driving.
We can't stand him. Why did he have to notice her, disgusting man that he is. Two jerks the wheel sharply to the left to weave around the other cars. In the passenger seat One is flipping his straight razor open and closed, a scowl on his face.
They park on the side of the road in front of a dingy row of apartment buildings. Specifically, the address they had read and memorized from her employment form. The neighborhood did not seem safe for a young woman living on her own. Broken bottles lay in the gutter, and shouting can be heard coming from down the street as they get out of the car.
Why are we here?
We do not know. They stare up at the building in silence, warring with themselves on what to do. Eventually Two starts the engine and they drive off.
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