Michael Westen

 It's just supposed to be another job, Michael had been working almost a week on putting together his cover and infiltrating a small time gun runner's inner circle all in an effort to get close to their leader - a man named Douglas Moore who was proving to be more elusive than Michael had initially hoped. Of course, the problem with trying to get in with gun runners when you happen to have a history with one runner in particular is that you have to sell it. Without Fiona on his side, he'd had to pull off almost half a dozen shady deals to even get to the people that are allowed to drop Moore's name without getting a rifle stock to the back of the head.

He had one last transaction to make, one more very shady deal and he'd been promised an audience with the man himself.

Michael wasn't expecting to come face to face with the blond he'd parted ways with on somewhat questionable terms in a cheap motel only a week prior. Damn it.

"You aren't the guy I'm supposed to meet!" Michael clenched his jaw, eyes quickly darting from one side to the other - trying to indicate to his lover that he wasn't alone and there were two other heavily armed men waiting for a good reason to put a bullet in him. "I'm not doing this deal with a guy I never met that aint the guy I'm supposed to be meetin'." He affects a deep southern drawl, rubbing his hands over a greasy undershirt, attempting to show he's undercover - not Michael Westen. Just another idiot fresh off the bus in Miami that thinks he can run guns with the 'big boys' in Moore's gang.

 The Love Hotel was nothing more than a dream from the moment it sent Michael back to his timeline. He woke up in the early morning the day after sleeping off a gunshot graze to the shoulder in a knotted mess of sticky sheets that clearly wasn't only sweat. Whatever it was, it'd been a hell of a wet dream.

Not two days later, he was back on a case. A friend of a friend of Sam's, a pompous ass of a legitimate antiquities dealer, had been the victim of an early morning break-in. The job was interesting in that the damage done in the theft was minimal, the thief clearly skilled, and only a single item was taken: a gaudy jeweled dagger that according to the legend had mystical powers. The ten grand cash up front with another twenty on delivery didn't hurt either.

Thanks to Barry and a couple connections that wished to remain anonymous Michael was able to get a little bit more of the story, and a location. Turns out the item was sought after by some Asian crime boss who'd put word out to operatives worldwide that he'd pay good money for the real deal, at least that was the story among far less reputable antiquities dealers in Miami. The item was supposed to be passed off in a private meeting, and even after exhausting all of his contacts Michael was lucky to find out the location only hours before the arrival time - he had one single email from the buyer to the thief to go on for his cover.

After incapacitating the buyer's representative (in the trunk of Sam's BMW) Michael tried to make himself at home in the obscenely upscale Fontainbleu penthouse in his best suit and tie, slicked his hair back and replaced his shades with square-framed spectacles in an effort to look like the sort of upperclass thug that would be making such a deal. Sam's genuine leather briefcase that had spent the better part of a decade collecting dust completed the image.

It was only a matter of time. The plan was to get the thief comfortable and take the trade as far as they could, if he was willing to take the bait case with only a single layer of twenties on top of printer paper without checking too hard - Sam and Fi were waiting outside to take him down. If not, well... Michael was armed and ready to roll. At the first sound of gunfire, Sam and Fiona would take the real contact and high tail it for a secure location.

So, lets talk sex for a minute. For Michael Westen, sex and sexuality is a tool - whether to have a good time with someone interesting or to get that pesky document from a mark. Love isn't in the equation. That said, he's usually up for a good time with someone who has more personality than the average block of wood even when he isn't after something.

Mun is up for single smut only scenes (random encounters or building a friendship) or smut in the context of a job or long term story line - just try to give her a heads up if it's not obvious where things are going. That said, springing it on Michael can be kind of fun.

Mikey is bisexual with an inclination toward women, not that he advertises it. He's comfortable in his sexuality, but doesn't have much interest in romance - it's too dangerous to stay around anyone for too long. Though, stranger things have happened.

Michael tends to roll with any sort of situation. He enjoys pleasing his partner as much as getting off himself. He's a situational switch, but more comfortable with taking a dominant role with people he doesn't trust - however, comfort can be negligible.

Things That Are Likely To Get His Attention: Flirting, he's pretty easy going. Typically he will not make the first move (unless decided ooc that will be the case or it's for a job).

Acceptable Acts: oral, penetration, frot, mild-moderate roughness, mild bondage, group scenes, planned D/s themes (but he's nobody's slave - this stays within specific confines), manipulation, toys, mild fetish.

Please Talk To Mun First: dub-con, non-con, anything that can leave scars, fluff (if he's under cover, this is significantly easier than usual), hard fetish.

Please No: animals, children, non-humanoids, bathroom play, necrophilia, snuff.