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The Margay: Chapter 4

His Other Nickname

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Summary: Santiago recruits Frankie to contract for a covert agency that pairs them with danger in more ways than one. A series of one-shot snippets taking place during and around missions.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Sniper!OFC

Word Count: 3.1K

Rating: Explicit 18+ /oral (f receiving because Frankie), unprotected piv, these two both have a bit of a come fetish / Minors DNI

A/N: Finally made some progress on this! My take on callsigns and nicknames and new lovers before they part.

“Okay, okay, where does “Catfish” come from? Is that a ‘slippery when wet’ situation?” Audrey smiles.

They’re each three rounds deep, Santiago having made the call three hours before the 24-hour clock ran on Davis’ offer. 

They're in this. The three of them. Together. 

Whatever this is. 

But that’s tomorrow’s problem while mirth flows as freely as the drinks do tonight.

“Ah,” Santi takes a sip from his beer, “his patchy-ass beard.”

Audrey leans back and considers Frankie for a moment before her face breaks.

“I see it.”

“Right?! Great ‘stache. Shit beard,” Santi reaches across the table to scratch at Frankie’s face “you got like three whiskers hangin’ on there, man.”

“Yeah alright alright,” Fish bats him away, “yours is worse.” Frankie leans in to Audrey, wrapping an arm around the back of her chair. “This guy used to go on these long fucking lectures when we first joined up about how ‘the sins of the flesh cloud the mind’ and ‘I’d never sleep with anyone on a mission, have to stay focused on the task at hand.’”

Audrey angles her eyes over to Santi, who has his hand over the bottom half of his face in an attempt to cover up the neat shade of red staining his cheeks.

“Turns out he was a virgin until like 27.”

“Hey, it was 26, man. I was just really focused…”

“On your career?” Audrey and Frankie both quip before erupting in laughter.

Frankie wipes the back of his hand over his eyes, scrubbing away tears of mirth, “the Pope doesn’t fuck, so. That’s where ‘Pope’ came from.” 

“Fuuuuck you, Fish. Alright little lady, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your callsign?” 

“Is the cat thing not good enough?”

“Yeahhh we can’t exactly call you that. But come on, we’re in this shit together, what is it?”

“I don’t have one, Santi.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m really not.”

“What do you mean you don’t have one. You didn’t have callsigns at that fancy fuckin’ school of yours?”

“Nope.”

“Well, we’ll have to figure one out for you.”

“Feels like it should be more organic than that, no?”

“I thought it was this guy,” Frankie’s fingers leave the back of her chair to brush her left shoulder blade over her t-shirt.

Pope is once again irritated that there are parts of her he hasn’t seen. Because of his own idiocy.

“No, they’re just my favorite animal.”

“What is?”

“I think we should still use it,” Frankie continues, purposely leaving Pope in the dark.

Audrey catches on quick. “Just because I have a tattoo of one? Not really a great story. It’s not like you have a tattoo of a catfish.”

“A tattoo of what,” Santi is relentless.

“Actually,” Frankie ignores him and leans back hiking down the waistband of his jeans.

Sure enough, the green-tinged blur of a stick-and-poke catfish sits on his left hip bone. It’s faded and it’s terrible. But it is a catfish nonetheless.

“What, you didn’t notice that when you two were fucking?” There’s salt in Santiago’s tone.

The truth, quite frankly, is that she didn’t. You don’t, in the dark, when you’re that turned on and a man’s that well hung. 

She has an eye for details, but she’s only human.

Frankie smirks and decides to twist the knife.

“Think about how I would have seen the back of her shoulder, but she wouldn’t have seen my hip, Pope. Just think for a second.”

They can see the exact moment the image hits him. 

“You know what, fuck you both.”

“It’s a moose, Santi. I have a tattoo of a moose.”

“I’ve never seen a moose.”

“You never will,” Fish quips and Pope lands a kick to his shin. 

“Fuck you,” Pope spits, quickly adding, “did he tell you about his other nickname?”

“NO,” Frankie points a finger at Pope.

“Oh well now I have to know,” she straightens in her chair.

“You better fuckin’ not, Pope.”

“One of you needs to tell me right now.” 

“You wanna tell her, Big Dick Morales, or should I?”

Santi expects Audrey’s eyes to fly wide, mouth to drop open.

Instead, she smirks into her glass.

“I did notice that when we were fucking.”

Frankie flushes red now.

“But how, pray tell, did that start?” She rests an elbow on the table and props her head in her hand, angled in towards Frankie.

“Oh please don’t,” Fish pleads.

“Well, first it started as a joke, because dude can’t put on a pair of pants without making the rest of us look bad.”

Frankie catches how her eyes flit down to his lap and back up to hold his stare.

The look on his face is – apologetic.

“But back in the day, girls used to fall all over Frankie. He’s got those sad fuckin’ doe eyes, you know?” Pope gestures loosely at his own face. “Women just have to fix him.”

Audrey holds Fish’s gaze and brushes her fingers over her lips in an attempt to clear away a smile blooming there because she fell for them too.

“But like fifteen years ago he ran through this string of girls who just wouldn’t do it.”

She raises one brow.

“Like seven of them. In a row. Over the span of like a year and a half. They all balked. Never got more than a blowjob. All of them said he was too big.”

“Oh you poor thing…” Audrey teases, running a hand over Frankie’s thigh.

“I hate you both.”

“You don’t hate her, she’s your glass fuckin’ slipper,” Pope leans over the table and nods at Audrey, “you take the whole thing?”

“POPE, shut the fu…”

“I never leave a job unfinished, Santiago,” she says with an arched brow.

“Oh my god,” Fish scrubs his face with his hands. “I can’t be here right now.”

Audrey rests her hand on his thigh.

I can take it, Francisco.

“Debatable. You left me unfinished.”

“I never even started with you.”

“That’s fair,” Santi drains the last of his beer, “You’re off on a technicality. Why’s ‘Bogotá’ your safe word?” He launches right into the thing that's been tugging at the back of his brain since she said it.

“Pope, you can’t just ask…”

“I nearly died in Bogotá. Six years ago. Why are you so interested in Bogotá?”

“Don’t…”

It leaves Frankie’s mouth in a way that draws Santi’s stare.

A challenge passing unspoken between them.

Fish loses. Spectacularly.

"Well—" Santiago pauses, “Frankie got his dick sucked in Bogotá,” eyes still locked on Catfish with the memory playing out behind his retinas. “While I fucked her from behind.” 

It’s not bragging. It’s what happened. 

Nothing more. Nothing less.

But suddenly it’s tense here, crackling through the humidity. 

Because they’re desperate for her not to think less of them.

This isn’t what they do.

She was never supposed to know. 

They were never supposed to see her again.

“Well. I guess,” Audrey starts and they both look to her, hanging off of whatever is about to fall from her lips.

They forget that she was party to this too.

“She just couldn’t handle Big Dick Morales.”

It starts slowly.

Small huffs behind where the heel of Frankie’s palm covers his mouth.

Mirth creeping into the furrows at the corners of Santiago’s eyes.

Laughter.

Frankie erupts, face all teeth and cheeks and Santiago howls and claps his hands.

“I’m just saying,” she continues deadpan as Frankie smashes his face into her shoulder, “he’s not for everyone.”

“It takes a special kind of woman,” Santiago adds as he wipes tears from his eyes. “Oh man. You’re a lucky fuckin’ bastard, you know that?” He points at Fish, who’s rubbing Audrey’s thigh.

“I’m the lucky one. Doe eyes and a big dick, my god,” she presses an exaggerated hand to her chest.

Oh, Frankie’s fucked.

“Alright, I got the next round,” Pope stands and stretches out the stitch in his stomach knitted from laughter.

Frankie sneaks a kiss to her cheek when he’s gone, and she catches his face before he can pull away, looking up at him through sincere eyes.

“I’m not gonna fix you, Frankie.”

“I know,” he whispers. But he looks at her with starlight in his eyes just the same.

And in the absence of salvation, her tongue will suffice.

Questions up their stakes as the alcohol flows.

“How old’s your kid?”

“She’s four and a half.” And Francisco’s grin of pride very nearly melts her. 

“You married?” This from Santiago.

“No," Audrey shakes her head. "Came close once, but no.”

“What happened?” Santi asks and Frankie lands a kick at his shin now. 

“It never would have worked," she shoots her gin and fires back “what about you, pretty boy?” Before Santi can follow up.

“I’m too pretty for marriage.” Santiago winks at her and she snorts. 

They swap war stories.

They tell her about a mission to take out a dictator.

She tells them she was on standby all night for that operation and is fascinated by their first-hand account.

Audrey tells them about springing a friend from a North Korean prison and leaves out the detail that he was her lover.

Santiago makes Frankie tell her about the time he flew a MedEvac chopper into live fire and out without a scratch on the bird. And the guy lived.

They don’t talk about the bags of money at the bottom of a crevasse in the Andes because she doesn’t know that detail but she knows more than anyone who wasn’t there.

Eventually their confessions close the bar down and they come to the crossroads between their respective hotels. 

“So what do we do now?” Pope stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

“We wait,” Audrey lights up a cigarette. “I’ve got something lined up in Peru but I don't need extra hands. So, we just wait.”

“For someone in the world to do something bad., Frankie mumbles, gesturing for her cigarette.

“Yeah,” she answers, touch lingering in the exchange.

“Yeah,” Santi echoes, reaching for the cigarette from between Frankie’s fingers as if smoke seals the bond. “So this is ‘bye’ for now?”

“For now,” she takes her cigarette back. 

“You should,” Santi catches Frankie’s gaze and nods towards Audrey.

“You cool with that?” Fish asks them both. 

“Yeah,” Santi starts backing towards their hotel with a grin before he turns around and throws a wave over his shoulder. 

“Are you okay with that?”

And she grabs the nape of Frankie’s neck and pulls his mouth to hers. 

_____

She’s not salvation, but it sure feels divine when he has her on his lap in her hotel room twenty minutes later.

“God, Frankie,” she breathes as she rolls her hips against him. Huge palms skate down her ribs to cup her ass and he pulls, rocking his pelvis up to connect with her core. 

Her head thumps hard against his. 

The heat from his bare chest warms her skin before the overhead fan sends a chill back down her spine.

“Take this off, Frankie,” she paws at the waistband of his jeans, un-notching his belt with a clink. 

“Not yet,” he growls and stands unexpectedly, taking her with him. Audrey locks her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck as strong hands press her close. Frankie deposits her back-first onto the bed and slips her out of her shorts and underwear, losing them again somewhere on the floor.

He slings her thighs over his shoulders and holds her hips with his palms. 

“You do this for all the girls, Big Dick Morales?”

“No.” 

It’s growled through low registers of his voice as one thumb brushes her clit. 

“For me.”

In five minutes Frankie has her gasping and trembling with terrifyingly precise efficiency.

When he’s through he flips her over by the hip, shucking off his pants and kicking them away. He slips two fingers through sensitive flesh, borrowing the slick he pulled from her core to ease the slide as he pumps his length with a fist, running his other hand over her ass.

Frankie stops one second short of lining himself up. 

“Ah, fuck.” The condom in his wallet is once again lost in a tangle of denim that’s lost somewhere on the floor. 

“It’s fine, Frankie,” she breathes, unconsciously arching with impatience.

Presenting herself to him like a thing in heat.

He folds to press his chest to her back, engulfing her in the span of his broad frame, nose tucking into the space behind her ear.

“You on the pill, baby?”

And Audrey has never heard a man make that sentence sound quite so filthy.

“Took care of it years ago,” she pants, turning her face to breathe in the want that Frankie exhales. “I can’t, don’t worry.”

He sucks on her lips and murmurs, “I’m clean.”

And she already knows because Davis runs blood panels and doesn’t send anyone out if they’re not but she deeply appreciates the thought all the same.

“So am I.”

And Frankie scoops his hips to nudge the head of his cock against her heat, rocking there. 

Teasing with just the tip.

Slowly fucking her open.

“Oh Frankie,” she sighs, head falling back against his shoulder, hand cupping his face as he mouths at her throat.

“That feel good?”

“More, baby,” she breathes.

And he chuckles something dark into the curve of her shoulder. 

“Frankie,” her face falls into the sheets.

“Say it,” he growls, palms running over her arms before his fingers lace with hers and drag her arms to their full span up across the duvet. “You want more, say it,” he licks at her shoulder before sinking teeth in.

“Give it to me, Frankie.”

“Give you what?” Whispered into her hairline.

Audrey turns her face in to meet his gaze as best she can. 

“Your cock, Francisco.”

And she’s deathly serious.

As though if he refuses she’d rip his throat out.

With her teeth.

“Yeah? You gonna take the whole thing, baby?”

She growls. “Francisco Mora-LES.”

Frankie slides home on the last syllable because Audrey is deathly serious and will rip his throat out if he makes her wait any longer.

He’s mercifully sheathed full, buried bare inside of her.

“Francisco,” she breathes.

“Audrey,” he echoes and still-tight muscles flutter and adjust to his girth.

She can’t move with the way he has her pinned and she’s raring with impatience. Audrey claws at the bed with his fingers still between hers before clenching hard around his cock.

It makes him buck against her.

“Oh shit.” Frankie buries his nose between her shoulder blades and she grins.

Teeth sink into the back of her neck before he rights himself, fingers digging into the meat of her hips now. He presses deep and she mewls.

Frankie drags his cock out slowly and snaps his hips back against her, speeding up a little more each time until his pace punches the air from between her ribs.

Pounding against the tender parts of her that have her moaning from deep in her throat. 

His thrusts drive her up onto tip toes.

“Frankie, Frankie, Fr– OH.”

He lands the flat of a palm over her ass and before she can moan he has half of her hair in a fist. Frankie pulls and she bends and he meets her mouth, coaxing moans from her with his tongue. One hand leaves her hip to slide under her, rubbing at her clit, tight circles eased by where she’s dripping around him. 

He feels her walls tighten and whispers a “go on baby” against her mouth and she does, spine arched and he holds the curve, pumping through where she grips and throbs and suddenly he’s unable to hold himself any longer. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” Frankie pants as breath starts to hiss through gritted teeth.

“Inside,” she keens before he lets loose her hair and her face drops, biting at the sheets as the staccato of skin on skin builds.

“You sure?”

“Come inside me, Francisco.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, oh–FUCK,” and he does, pace faltering, growling and biting at whatever skin he can reach as his cock pulses inside her heat, flooding her full as his hips stutter through.

When Frankie’s spent he pulls out from her gripping heat with a cry and collapses on the floor as she shakes wild hair out of her face, ribs heaving.

He can’t stop the primal need that swells in his chest and causes two fingers to reach out, catching the thick slip of him from her core before she sinks to her knees. 

Immediately he’s behind her, once again pressing the span of his chest against her sweat-slick skin. 

“Baby,” he implores, one broad palm coming around to cradle her jaw and Audrey cranes her neck to slip her tongue into his mouth.

“Baby,” he pants again, tucking his chin into the curve of her shoulder, bringing two cream-tipped fingers to her mouth. He splits them, a lewd string of their combined release tying his index and middle fingers together. 

“Taste us.”

And she does, plush lips wrapping around his thick middle finger, tongue laving over his fingerprints before he cleans his own index finger, the scruff of his jaw scraping her cheek as the salt and tang and musk of them coat both of their tongues. 

She’s convinced Francisco Morales is the filthiest man alive. 

Audrey slants heavy-lidded eyes towards him as best she can before his teeth find her jawbone, her throat, the back of her neck. 

“You’re amazing,” he pants against her hairline. 

“You’re beautiful.”

And it tumbles from her mouth like confessing sin to a god that can keep him here, crushed against her.

And she supposes maybe it works because he stays. 

He stays to suck bruises into the curve of her shoulder. 

To dip inside her mouth with his tongue.

Frankie stays to help her onto legs like a newborn deer as she leaves for the bathroom to clean herself of his spend that spreads milk-white at the apex of her thighs. 

He stays in the doorway and she catches his eyes in the mirror. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” He asks. 

And the answer is wrap me in your arms with a leg between my thighs and don’t leave until the sun heats us to where we can’t stand it any longer. 

Francisco leaves her in the doorway with the taste of his tongue in her mouth and the fading warmth of a hand on her hip.

He has a flight to catch.

And she has a man in Peru to kill. 

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