Declassified file for shiruy
Author: hpstrangelove
Recipient: shiruy
Title: Leather and Spice
Characters/Pairing(s): Yassen/Alex, Alex/OMC
Summary: After the end of a successful mission, Alex decides to celebrate at a night club by making use of the money and fake ID issued to him by MI6. While there, a familiar assassin rescues him from a potentially violent partner. Now it's time for Alex to pay Yassen for his help.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Alex Rider characters herein are the property of Anthony Horowitz and the Penguin Group. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Explicit slash (m/m). PWP. Alex's age is not specified, although references to him being a minor and underage are made, so it's up to the reader to decide how old they wish him to be. Very light use of a knife.
Word Count: ~3,600
Beta: The wonderful J. And many thanks to S. for Britpicking.
Author's Notes: I tried my best to get in all the little things you mentioned in the sign-up post, from your favorite color and word to making the sex consensual. I didn't specify Alex's age purposely so that readers who shy way from chan could still read it, but I think it works for the age you like Alex to be. There's really no plot here, but I still hope you enjoy it.
Leather and Spice
Alex was relieved that the mission was over and the target arrested. It hadn't even been a dangerous mission. All he'd had to do was send a text message to Mrs. Jones when the man had arrived at the club. But still, dangerous or not, he resented the power Alan Blunt had over him to force him to continue working for MI6. No matter how many times he vowed, ‘This will be the last', it never was. Blunt continued to blackmail him using Jack, threatening to frame her for this crime or that, or to remove him from her custody under some pretense that she was unfit to care for him. Alex missed Ian dearly, but he couldn't help feeling angry with the man sometimes, wondering what in the world he'd been thinking when he'd assigned guardianship for Alex to MI6.
Alex and Jack had made an appointment to see a solicitor once about challenging the guardianship, but when they'd arrived at the solicitor's office, Mrs. Jones had been waiting there to intercept them. After that, Alex had resigned himself to the fact that he'd never get out from under MI6's control as long as he was a minor, but he couldn't just give in to them without a bit of a fight. He always complained bitterly, then accepted the mission and performed flawlessly. He'd considered ‘screwing up', hoping that maybe then MI6 wouldn't be so keen on using him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If someone were to be hurt, he would never be able to live with himself.
So right now, with his current mission successfully completed, he didn't feel the least bit guilty for staying at the club and enjoying himself, taking full advantage of the money in his pocket and the fake ID which showed he was eighteen, all courtesy of MI6.
He always enjoyed dressing up and pretending he was someone different. Tonight he wore skintight leather trousers that hung low on his hips and an unbuttoned black leather waistcoat, showing plenty of bare flesh. He hadn't bothered with pants - the trousers were so formfitting that pants would have ruined the look.
He danced just about every dance - fast or slow, he didn't care. And so what if everyone here was male? He was primarily attracted to girls, but it wasn't as if he could have a normal relationship with anyone. Nothing about him or his life was normal. He'd learned to take whatever physical pleasure he could get - from female or male - when he had a chance, and as he looked around, he zeroed in on several attractive men he'd like to take that chance with tonight.
He caught the eye of one of them and smiled. The other man returned the smile, then walked towards the back of the club. Alex worked his way through the crowd and followed.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He was technically underage and could get the other man in trouble for what they were about to - hopefully - do, but if he was old enough to put his life on the line for his country on a fairly consistent basis, he was old enough for a blow-job or hand-job in the back room of the club. Anyway, it wasn't as if he got these types of opportunities often, so when one came along, he wasn't about to pass it up.
There were several couples already in the back. Alex felt a bit self-conscious, but no one paid him or his partner any mind.
"I haven't seen you here before," the older man said as he pushed Alex gently back against the wall. Alex could see better up close that the man was older than he'd first appeared, nearer to thirty than to the twenty-one or twenty-two Alex had thought he was.
"This is my first time here," Alex replied as the man leaned down and began to kiss his neck. Alex sighed deeply, enjoying the way the man's little nips on his jaw made his cock hard and his body shudder.
"I don't think you're old enough to be in here, though."
"I can show you my ID if you'd like," Alex told him, then moaned when the man ground his hip roughly into Alex's groin.
"It's okay - I like young ones. Now why don't you get down on your knees and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
"I'm not very experienced at this," Alex replied, a note of hesitation in his tone. The little nagging voice that always sounded in the back of his head when something was about to go wrong began to stir.
The man placed his hands on Alex's shoulders and firmly pressed down. Alex went to his knees, not sure if he really wanted to do this anymore. The little voice was getting louder, warning of impending danger. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but he wasn't sure what to do now to get out of it.
"Don't worry, pretty one. I'll make it quick."
Alex felt the man thread his fingers through his hair and pull his head back. At the same time he heard the man pull his zip down, and Alex placed his hands on the man's thighs for balance.
"I believe you are touching something that is mine."
Alex's breath hitched. It couldn't be - it absolutely couldn't be!
But the voice was unmistakable. He'd know it anywhere.
What was Yassen Gregorovich doing here?
"Hey, man. Sorry. I didn't know you had your brand on him. Next time keep your pet on a shorter leash." The stranger quickly walked away, leaving Alex on his own to face Yassen.
Alex didn't move. He felt fingers in his hair again, only this time the pull wasn't gentle. Alex let out a cry of pain as Yassen yanked him to his feet and shoved him hard against the wall.
"What do you think you are doing?" Yassen growled.
Fear coursed through Alex's body as he stared into Yassen's eyes, normally void of emotion, and unreadable - but now blazing with anger. No wonder the other man had left so fast.
Then Alex's fear changed to anger of his own. "I was about to suck that guy's cock until you came along and interfered. What gives you the right to go and chase him off?" He tried to push Yassen away, but Yassen's grip in his hair tightened until tears welled up in Alex's eyes, and he finally had to give up his struggle.
"You were being careless, Alex. You let your guard down. I was able to sneak up on you unnoticed. I could have slit your throat in a second and left you for dead."
Alex stilled completely when he felt cold steel against his throat. "Is that what you plan on doing?" Alex asked hoarsely, his mouth suddenly dry.
The knife pressed harder, just enough to sting as it nicked his skin. Yassen leaned in and licked the wound, causing Alex to hiss as the cut burned. Yassen pulled away, whispering hotly in Alex's ear, "When I kill you, Alex, it will be in the heat of battle, not the heat of passion. You are safe from me tonight, although if you would have gone with that other man, I do not know what condition you might have been in when he finished with you."
Alex started. "What do you mean? Do you know him?"
"I do not know him, but I know of him. He is a high-level drug dealer who has a thing for tying up young boys and sexually torturing and mutilating them. He's never been convicted of any crime because his victims are too afraid to testify. The one that did report the crime ended up committing suicide a few weeks before the trial was to begin. No one believes it was suicide, of course, but there's no way of proving it was murder either."
Alex blanched. It could have been him tonight with that sadistic bastard if Yassen hadn't arrived when he did. "I guess that means I owe you one," Alex told him quietly, all his anger now gone.
"Do not worry, little Alex. I know of a way that you can pay me back."
Still keeping a hold on Alex's hair, Yassen kissed him harshly, pushing his tongue inside Alex's mouth and exploring all around. For a fraction of a second, Alex considered resisting, but then thought - why? Was Yassen, whom Alex knew personally, any more dangerous than the anonymous stranger? Even though Yassen was almost twenty years older than Alex, he was still fit and attractive for his age. And judging by the kiss, he also knew what he was doing when it came to sex.
Alex began to kiss back, opening his mouth wider and pulling Yassen's tongue in deeper. He could taste a hint of beer and cigarettes mixing with the scents of Yassen's leather jacket and the spiciness of his skin.
Yassen broke the kiss, pulling away from Alex slowly. He stared at Alex for a long moment, then caressed his face.
"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," he said huskily. "I need to know that you want this, that you're not doing this because you feel you're backed into a corner and you're too afraid of me to say no."
Alex reached up to touch the hand that was on his face, then turned his head and kissed Yassen's palm. "I do want this. I won't say that you don't intimidate me, because we both know that would be a lie. But - I do want this. I want you."
"Then come back to my hotel with me. You deserve better than a quick fuck in a back room. I want to take you to my bed and make love to you, to worship every inch of your body, to make you feel so much pleasure that you can think of nothing else."
Alex swallowed hard as Yassen's words conjured images of their naked bodies pressed together, his legs wrapping around Yassen's waist as he pulled him deep inside…
"I've never been with anyone before." Alex tried to look away, embarrassed by his admission, but Yassen still had his hand in his hair, keeping him pinned against the wall. "I mean, I've never gone all the way - with a girl or a guy. I've given a few blow jobs and got a few back. A few times I've been lucky and found another guy interested in, you know, jacking off with me…but I've never…" Alex's voice trailed off and he began to blush furiously.
Yassen's eyes darkened. He finally let go of Alex's hair and pulled him into his arms. "I promise to be gentle. It will still hurt some - it always does, even if it were not your first time - but I know what to do to take the pain away and have it become pleasurable."
Alex knew in his head he should be running as fast as he could the other way. Yassen was a killer - Yassen had even said one day he would kill Alex! But feeling the man's arms wrap protectively around him, hearing his words of assurance that he would be careful - Alex knew he was safe with Yassen, at least for tonight.
"Let's go, then," Alex whispered, and the two turned to exit the club.
~*~
Alex was so nervous that he barely remembered the drive back to the hotel, or the ride in the lift, or the walk down the hallway to Yassen's room. He felt as if he were in a dream, the edges of the world around him passing by in a blur. All he could see was Yassen, moving with grace and confidence - the total opposite of how Alex felt.
As soon as they entered the room, though, Yassen's composure melted away and he pushed Alex against the door. He pulled Alex's head to the side, baring his neck, and began to kiss and bite the sensitive skin - Alex just knew there'd be bruises there. How was he going to explain them to Jack?
He felt a hand move along the waistband of his trousers, pulling down the zip and freeing his hard cock. He toed his boots off as his trousers pooled about his ankles.
Yassen spent several more moments attacking Alex's neck, then moved his attention to Alex's collarbone, sucking and kissing his way lower, sinking slowly to his knees as he kissed his way down Alex's stomach. Yassen's hands grabbed on to Alex's arse, and he began to plant tiny kisses all over Alex's cock.
"Yassen," Alex gasped. "You have to slow down. If you don't…"
Yassen stood. "Over to the bed," he instructed.
Alex could tell how much effort it took for the assassin to keep himself under control. He was gentle, taking his time, telling Alex beforehand exactly what he was going to do before he did it, speaking in soft, soothing tones.
"…going to have to prepare you…
"…use my fingers…
"…it will burn…
"…take a deep breath…
"…relax your muscles…"
When Alex felt Yassen's cock pressing there, right against his entrance, he began to panic. There was no turning back from this - once Yassen took him, that would be it. Even if he never saw Yassen again after tonight, they'd forever be connected by this one intimate act. Anytime Alex had sex, Yassen would be there, a shadowy memory in the back of his mind - his first lover, the one who took his virginity.
"Alex - do you still want to go through with this? I will stop if you want me to. As much as I want you, I have never forced myself on anyone. I'm not about to start now."
Alex licked his lips, taking several deep breaths to calm himself.
"It's okay," Alex told him. "I sort of, well…this is a big thing for me, is all. I…I do want you…very much." And as Alex said the words, he knew it was the truth.
Yassen smiled and brushed his hand along Alex's cheek.
Alex clutched the coverlet of the bed as he felt Yassen begin to push in slowly past the tight outer ring of muscle. Alex gasped at the pain as he was stretched wide, but then forced himself to relax. Yassen continued, moving deeper, a little at a time, until he was fully inside Alex.
Yassen held still, allowing Alex time to adjust to the intrusion. It was a strange sensation, this feeling of fullness. It burned, yet at the same time was oddly pleasurable. He'd always wondered how pain could be enjoyed - now he understood.
"You're so warm and tight, little Alex. It's an incredible feeling to be inside you like this. Are you ready?"
Alex took another deep breath, then nodded.
He couldn't stifle his moan when he felt the pressure of Yassen's warm hand wrap around and take hold of his cock, beginning to massage and stroke it with a slow, sensual rhythm. At the same time, Yassen started slowly thrusting into his arse.
It wasn't long before the stimulation started to become too much. Alex could feel his balls drawing up as he approached his orgasm. He didn't want to embarrass himself by coming too soon, but Yassen's pace was relentless. Suddenly, Yassen's body stiffened and he bit down hard on Alex's neck. That was all it took to send Alex over the edge, and he cried out loudly, strands of warm, sticky come pulsing onto his stomach and Yassen's hand.
Yassen held Alex against him, both of them breathing heavily as they recovered. Yassen nuzzled Alex's neck, then kissed him softly on the lips. Within moments, Alex drifted off to sleep.
~*~
Alex wasn't sure how long he'd been sleeping. He woke to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running. He would've liked to take a shower himself, but he really needed to get home. He wanted to be there before Jack woke up. He didn't want to get out of bed, though, feeling totally relaxed, if not a bit sore, after what could only be described as the most brilliant sex he'd ever had. Of course, it was the only sex he'd ever had, but that didn't diminish how fantastic it had been.
But there was that little nagging voice again, going off in the back of his head. He couldn't pinpoint at first what it was that was bothering him, but as Yassen walked out from the bathroom, naked and towel-drying his hair, adrenaline flooded Alex's system - his body's way of preparing him for fight or flight - and he knew what the problem was.
"Did you mean what you said, about killing me in battle?" Alex asked, wondering if Yassen would kill him, now that he'd received his 'payment'.
Yassen froze, the towel still in his hand. "You're awake, I see. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."
He walked to the bed and sat next to Alex. Alex trembled slightly when Yassen reached out to touch him. If Yassen were going to kill him now, there wouldn't be much he could do to stop him. It probably hadn't been such a great idea to bring it up, but he still had some trouble with the whole ‘speaking before thinking' thing.
Yassen frowned slightly as he spoke. "Well, to answer your question. If you continue to work for MI6, it is just a matter of time before we meet on the same job, only on opposite sides. When that happens, I will have no choice but to kill you. However, I promise to give you a chance to defend yourself if that is what you wish, and when I do deliver the fatal blow, I will make sure it is quick and painless."
"How can you…how can you do what we did and then talk of killing me? Are you really that cold? Don't you feel anything?" Alex asked in frustration.
Yassen stared at Alex for a long moment before replying. "It is not as if I will want to kill you. It will make me quite sad to do so. I admire you. You are a very talented agent - and lover. Your skills will only improve over time. I am merely being realistic about our future together."
Alex felt incredibly stupid. Why would he think Yassen would offer him some type of special treatment just because they'd had sex? "Fine, then," Alex said angrily as he stood and began to dress. "But it works both ways. When we meet, I won't be trying to kill you, but I'm not going to give in and make it easy for you either."
Yassen stood too and pulled Alex into his arms. Alex tried to push him away, but Yassen was too strong. "I would be disappointed if you did." He kissed Alex quickly on the lips. "You do not have to worry about that right now anyway. There is something else you should be concerned with, though - I do not want you picking up strangers anymore, like you almost did tonight. It is much too dangerous for you. I will take care of your sexual needs from now on. Is that clear?"
Now it was Alex's turn to stare. The man was infuriating. Alex was so tired of all the adults in his life telling him what to do. How dare Yassen say who he could and could not pick up!
On the other hand, the sex had been great. Alex believed Yassen when he said he wouldn't kill him unless it was during a mission, so he felt relatively safe with him now. And if he saw more of Yassen, he couldn't help but think that the assassin would eventually form some type of an emotional attachment - an attachment that just might, one day, change Yassen's mind about killing him.
"All right. I agree. But only if you don't make me wait too long between visits. I'm a teenage boy, remember? We think about sex once every seven seconds. I don't want to be going six months with my hand as my only partner."
Yassen smirked. "I will get here as often as I can, at least once a month - more if possible. And if it seems that I will be delayed, I will find a way to contact you. But even if I cannot be here, you will not go with a stranger. If I find out that you have…"
The threat was left unspoken, but clear, and Alex shivered. The last thing he wanted was to have Yassen upset with him.
"I won't. I promise. No strangers. Now, I really should be getting home. I told Jack I'd be out most of the night, but she'll get worried if she wakes up and I'm not there."
"I will drive you. It is too late at night for you to be out on the streets on your own."
Glancing out the window, Alex could see that it wasn't even dark anymore. The first light of dawn had begun to filter into the room, bathing the walls in an orange-red glow. He thought it ironic that the man who intended to kill him one day would be worried about him getting home safely.
As he finished dressing, he smiled to himself. That emotional attachment was already beginning.
~ Fin ~
Recipient: shiruy
Title: Leather and Spice
Characters/Pairing(s): Yassen/Alex, Alex/OMC
Summary: After the end of a successful mission, Alex decides to celebrate at a night club by making use of the money and fake ID issued to him by MI6. While there, a familiar assassin rescues him from a potentially violent partner. Now it's time for Alex to pay Yassen for his help.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Alex Rider characters herein are the property of Anthony Horowitz and the Penguin Group. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Explicit slash (m/m). PWP. Alex's age is not specified, although references to him being a minor and underage are made, so it's up to the reader to decide how old they wish him to be. Very light use of a knife.
Word Count: ~3,600
Beta: The wonderful J. And many thanks to S. for Britpicking.
Author's Notes: I tried my best to get in all the little things you mentioned in the sign-up post, from your favorite color and word to making the sex consensual. I didn't specify Alex's age purposely so that readers who shy way from chan could still read it, but I think it works for the age you like Alex to be. There's really no plot here, but I still hope you enjoy it.
Leather and Spice
Alex was relieved that the mission was over and the target arrested. It hadn't even been a dangerous mission. All he'd had to do was send a text message to Mrs. Jones when the man had arrived at the club. But still, dangerous or not, he resented the power Alan Blunt had over him to force him to continue working for MI6. No matter how many times he vowed, ‘This will be the last', it never was. Blunt continued to blackmail him using Jack, threatening to frame her for this crime or that, or to remove him from her custody under some pretense that she was unfit to care for him. Alex missed Ian dearly, but he couldn't help feeling angry with the man sometimes, wondering what in the world he'd been thinking when he'd assigned guardianship for Alex to MI6.
Alex and Jack had made an appointment to see a solicitor once about challenging the guardianship, but when they'd arrived at the solicitor's office, Mrs. Jones had been waiting there to intercept them. After that, Alex had resigned himself to the fact that he'd never get out from under MI6's control as long as he was a minor, but he couldn't just give in to them without a bit of a fight. He always complained bitterly, then accepted the mission and performed flawlessly. He'd considered ‘screwing up', hoping that maybe then MI6 wouldn't be so keen on using him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If someone were to be hurt, he would never be able to live with himself.
So right now, with his current mission successfully completed, he didn't feel the least bit guilty for staying at the club and enjoying himself, taking full advantage of the money in his pocket and the fake ID which showed he was eighteen, all courtesy of MI6.
He always enjoyed dressing up and pretending he was someone different. Tonight he wore skintight leather trousers that hung low on his hips and an unbuttoned black leather waistcoat, showing plenty of bare flesh. He hadn't bothered with pants - the trousers were so formfitting that pants would have ruined the look.
He danced just about every dance - fast or slow, he didn't care. And so what if everyone here was male? He was primarily attracted to girls, but it wasn't as if he could have a normal relationship with anyone. Nothing about him or his life was normal. He'd learned to take whatever physical pleasure he could get - from female or male - when he had a chance, and as he looked around, he zeroed in on several attractive men he'd like to take that chance with tonight.
He caught the eye of one of them and smiled. The other man returned the smile, then walked towards the back of the club. Alex worked his way through the crowd and followed.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He was technically underage and could get the other man in trouble for what they were about to - hopefully - do, but if he was old enough to put his life on the line for his country on a fairly consistent basis, he was old enough for a blow-job or hand-job in the back room of the club. Anyway, it wasn't as if he got these types of opportunities often, so when one came along, he wasn't about to pass it up.
There were several couples already in the back. Alex felt a bit self-conscious, but no one paid him or his partner any mind.
"I haven't seen you here before," the older man said as he pushed Alex gently back against the wall. Alex could see better up close that the man was older than he'd first appeared, nearer to thirty than to the twenty-one or twenty-two Alex had thought he was.
"This is my first time here," Alex replied as the man leaned down and began to kiss his neck. Alex sighed deeply, enjoying the way the man's little nips on his jaw made his cock hard and his body shudder.
"I don't think you're old enough to be in here, though."
"I can show you my ID if you'd like," Alex told him, then moaned when the man ground his hip roughly into Alex's groin.
"It's okay - I like young ones. Now why don't you get down on your knees and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
"I'm not very experienced at this," Alex replied, a note of hesitation in his tone. The little nagging voice that always sounded in the back of his head when something was about to go wrong began to stir.
The man placed his hands on Alex's shoulders and firmly pressed down. Alex went to his knees, not sure if he really wanted to do this anymore. The little voice was getting louder, warning of impending danger. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but he wasn't sure what to do now to get out of it.
"Don't worry, pretty one. I'll make it quick."
Alex felt the man thread his fingers through his hair and pull his head back. At the same time he heard the man pull his zip down, and Alex placed his hands on the man's thighs for balance.
"I believe you are touching something that is mine."
Alex's breath hitched. It couldn't be - it absolutely couldn't be!
But the voice was unmistakable. He'd know it anywhere.
What was Yassen Gregorovich doing here?
"Hey, man. Sorry. I didn't know you had your brand on him. Next time keep your pet on a shorter leash." The stranger quickly walked away, leaving Alex on his own to face Yassen.
Alex didn't move. He felt fingers in his hair again, only this time the pull wasn't gentle. Alex let out a cry of pain as Yassen yanked him to his feet and shoved him hard against the wall.
"What do you think you are doing?" Yassen growled.
Fear coursed through Alex's body as he stared into Yassen's eyes, normally void of emotion, and unreadable - but now blazing with anger. No wonder the other man had left so fast.
Then Alex's fear changed to anger of his own. "I was about to suck that guy's cock until you came along and interfered. What gives you the right to go and chase him off?" He tried to push Yassen away, but Yassen's grip in his hair tightened until tears welled up in Alex's eyes, and he finally had to give up his struggle.
"You were being careless, Alex. You let your guard down. I was able to sneak up on you unnoticed. I could have slit your throat in a second and left you for dead."
Alex stilled completely when he felt cold steel against his throat. "Is that what you plan on doing?" Alex asked hoarsely, his mouth suddenly dry.
The knife pressed harder, just enough to sting as it nicked his skin. Yassen leaned in and licked the wound, causing Alex to hiss as the cut burned. Yassen pulled away, whispering hotly in Alex's ear, "When I kill you, Alex, it will be in the heat of battle, not the heat of passion. You are safe from me tonight, although if you would have gone with that other man, I do not know what condition you might have been in when he finished with you."
Alex started. "What do you mean? Do you know him?"
"I do not know him, but I know of him. He is a high-level drug dealer who has a thing for tying up young boys and sexually torturing and mutilating them. He's never been convicted of any crime because his victims are too afraid to testify. The one that did report the crime ended up committing suicide a few weeks before the trial was to begin. No one believes it was suicide, of course, but there's no way of proving it was murder either."
Alex blanched. It could have been him tonight with that sadistic bastard if Yassen hadn't arrived when he did. "I guess that means I owe you one," Alex told him quietly, all his anger now gone.
"Do not worry, little Alex. I know of a way that you can pay me back."
Still keeping a hold on Alex's hair, Yassen kissed him harshly, pushing his tongue inside Alex's mouth and exploring all around. For a fraction of a second, Alex considered resisting, but then thought - why? Was Yassen, whom Alex knew personally, any more dangerous than the anonymous stranger? Even though Yassen was almost twenty years older than Alex, he was still fit and attractive for his age. And judging by the kiss, he also knew what he was doing when it came to sex.
Alex began to kiss back, opening his mouth wider and pulling Yassen's tongue in deeper. He could taste a hint of beer and cigarettes mixing with the scents of Yassen's leather jacket and the spiciness of his skin.
Yassen broke the kiss, pulling away from Alex slowly. He stared at Alex for a long moment, then caressed his face.
"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," he said huskily. "I need to know that you want this, that you're not doing this because you feel you're backed into a corner and you're too afraid of me to say no."
Alex reached up to touch the hand that was on his face, then turned his head and kissed Yassen's palm. "I do want this. I won't say that you don't intimidate me, because we both know that would be a lie. But - I do want this. I want you."
"Then come back to my hotel with me. You deserve better than a quick fuck in a back room. I want to take you to my bed and make love to you, to worship every inch of your body, to make you feel so much pleasure that you can think of nothing else."
Alex swallowed hard as Yassen's words conjured images of their naked bodies pressed together, his legs wrapping around Yassen's waist as he pulled him deep inside…
"I've never been with anyone before." Alex tried to look away, embarrassed by his admission, but Yassen still had his hand in his hair, keeping him pinned against the wall. "I mean, I've never gone all the way - with a girl or a guy. I've given a few blow jobs and got a few back. A few times I've been lucky and found another guy interested in, you know, jacking off with me…but I've never…" Alex's voice trailed off and he began to blush furiously.
Yassen's eyes darkened. He finally let go of Alex's hair and pulled him into his arms. "I promise to be gentle. It will still hurt some - it always does, even if it were not your first time - but I know what to do to take the pain away and have it become pleasurable."
Alex knew in his head he should be running as fast as he could the other way. Yassen was a killer - Yassen had even said one day he would kill Alex! But feeling the man's arms wrap protectively around him, hearing his words of assurance that he would be careful - Alex knew he was safe with Yassen, at least for tonight.
"Let's go, then," Alex whispered, and the two turned to exit the club.
~*~
Alex was so nervous that he barely remembered the drive back to the hotel, or the ride in the lift, or the walk down the hallway to Yassen's room. He felt as if he were in a dream, the edges of the world around him passing by in a blur. All he could see was Yassen, moving with grace and confidence - the total opposite of how Alex felt.
As soon as they entered the room, though, Yassen's composure melted away and he pushed Alex against the door. He pulled Alex's head to the side, baring his neck, and began to kiss and bite the sensitive skin - Alex just knew there'd be bruises there. How was he going to explain them to Jack?
He felt a hand move along the waistband of his trousers, pulling down the zip and freeing his hard cock. He toed his boots off as his trousers pooled about his ankles.
Yassen spent several more moments attacking Alex's neck, then moved his attention to Alex's collarbone, sucking and kissing his way lower, sinking slowly to his knees as he kissed his way down Alex's stomach. Yassen's hands grabbed on to Alex's arse, and he began to plant tiny kisses all over Alex's cock.
"Yassen," Alex gasped. "You have to slow down. If you don't…"
Yassen stood. "Over to the bed," he instructed.
Alex could tell how much effort it took for the assassin to keep himself under control. He was gentle, taking his time, telling Alex beforehand exactly what he was going to do before he did it, speaking in soft, soothing tones.
"…going to have to prepare you…
"…use my fingers…
"…it will burn…
"…take a deep breath…
"…relax your muscles…"
When Alex felt Yassen's cock pressing there, right against his entrance, he began to panic. There was no turning back from this - once Yassen took him, that would be it. Even if he never saw Yassen again after tonight, they'd forever be connected by this one intimate act. Anytime Alex had sex, Yassen would be there, a shadowy memory in the back of his mind - his first lover, the one who took his virginity.
"Alex - do you still want to go through with this? I will stop if you want me to. As much as I want you, I have never forced myself on anyone. I'm not about to start now."
Alex licked his lips, taking several deep breaths to calm himself.
"It's okay," Alex told him. "I sort of, well…this is a big thing for me, is all. I…I do want you…very much." And as Alex said the words, he knew it was the truth.
Yassen smiled and brushed his hand along Alex's cheek.
Alex clutched the coverlet of the bed as he felt Yassen begin to push in slowly past the tight outer ring of muscle. Alex gasped at the pain as he was stretched wide, but then forced himself to relax. Yassen continued, moving deeper, a little at a time, until he was fully inside Alex.
Yassen held still, allowing Alex time to adjust to the intrusion. It was a strange sensation, this feeling of fullness. It burned, yet at the same time was oddly pleasurable. He'd always wondered how pain could be enjoyed - now he understood.
"You're so warm and tight, little Alex. It's an incredible feeling to be inside you like this. Are you ready?"
Alex took another deep breath, then nodded.
He couldn't stifle his moan when he felt the pressure of Yassen's warm hand wrap around and take hold of his cock, beginning to massage and stroke it with a slow, sensual rhythm. At the same time, Yassen started slowly thrusting into his arse.
It wasn't long before the stimulation started to become too much. Alex could feel his balls drawing up as he approached his orgasm. He didn't want to embarrass himself by coming too soon, but Yassen's pace was relentless. Suddenly, Yassen's body stiffened and he bit down hard on Alex's neck. That was all it took to send Alex over the edge, and he cried out loudly, strands of warm, sticky come pulsing onto his stomach and Yassen's hand.
Yassen held Alex against him, both of them breathing heavily as they recovered. Yassen nuzzled Alex's neck, then kissed him softly on the lips. Within moments, Alex drifted off to sleep.
~*~
Alex wasn't sure how long he'd been sleeping. He woke to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running. He would've liked to take a shower himself, but he really needed to get home. He wanted to be there before Jack woke up. He didn't want to get out of bed, though, feeling totally relaxed, if not a bit sore, after what could only be described as the most brilliant sex he'd ever had. Of course, it was the only sex he'd ever had, but that didn't diminish how fantastic it had been.
But there was that little nagging voice again, going off in the back of his head. He couldn't pinpoint at first what it was that was bothering him, but as Yassen walked out from the bathroom, naked and towel-drying his hair, adrenaline flooded Alex's system - his body's way of preparing him for fight or flight - and he knew what the problem was.
"Did you mean what you said, about killing me in battle?" Alex asked, wondering if Yassen would kill him, now that he'd received his 'payment'.
Yassen froze, the towel still in his hand. "You're awake, I see. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."
He walked to the bed and sat next to Alex. Alex trembled slightly when Yassen reached out to touch him. If Yassen were going to kill him now, there wouldn't be much he could do to stop him. It probably hadn't been such a great idea to bring it up, but he still had some trouble with the whole ‘speaking before thinking' thing.
Yassen frowned slightly as he spoke. "Well, to answer your question. If you continue to work for MI6, it is just a matter of time before we meet on the same job, only on opposite sides. When that happens, I will have no choice but to kill you. However, I promise to give you a chance to defend yourself if that is what you wish, and when I do deliver the fatal blow, I will make sure it is quick and painless."
"How can you…how can you do what we did and then talk of killing me? Are you really that cold? Don't you feel anything?" Alex asked in frustration.
Yassen stared at Alex for a long moment before replying. "It is not as if I will want to kill you. It will make me quite sad to do so. I admire you. You are a very talented agent - and lover. Your skills will only improve over time. I am merely being realistic about our future together."
Alex felt incredibly stupid. Why would he think Yassen would offer him some type of special treatment just because they'd had sex? "Fine, then," Alex said angrily as he stood and began to dress. "But it works both ways. When we meet, I won't be trying to kill you, but I'm not going to give in and make it easy for you either."
Yassen stood too and pulled Alex into his arms. Alex tried to push him away, but Yassen was too strong. "I would be disappointed if you did." He kissed Alex quickly on the lips. "You do not have to worry about that right now anyway. There is something else you should be concerned with, though - I do not want you picking up strangers anymore, like you almost did tonight. It is much too dangerous for you. I will take care of your sexual needs from now on. Is that clear?"
Now it was Alex's turn to stare. The man was infuriating. Alex was so tired of all the adults in his life telling him what to do. How dare Yassen say who he could and could not pick up!
On the other hand, the sex had been great. Alex believed Yassen when he said he wouldn't kill him unless it was during a mission, so he felt relatively safe with him now. And if he saw more of Yassen, he couldn't help but think that the assassin would eventually form some type of an emotional attachment - an attachment that just might, one day, change Yassen's mind about killing him.
"All right. I agree. But only if you don't make me wait too long between visits. I'm a teenage boy, remember? We think about sex once every seven seconds. I don't want to be going six months with my hand as my only partner."
Yassen smirked. "I will get here as often as I can, at least once a month - more if possible. And if it seems that I will be delayed, I will find a way to contact you. But even if I cannot be here, you will not go with a stranger. If I find out that you have…"
The threat was left unspoken, but clear, and Alex shivered. The last thing he wanted was to have Yassen upset with him.
"I won't. I promise. No strangers. Now, I really should be getting home. I told Jack I'd be out most of the night, but she'll get worried if she wakes up and I'm not there."
"I will drive you. It is too late at night for you to be out on the streets on your own."
Glancing out the window, Alex could see that it wasn't even dark anymore. The first light of dawn had begun to filter into the room, bathing the walls in an orange-red glow. He thought it ironic that the man who intended to kill him one day would be worried about him getting home safely.
As he finished dressing, he smiled to himself. That emotional attachment was already beginning.
~ Fin ~