A Time to Love [3/?]
Alfred rubbed his hands together for warmth as they waited outside of an old rundown warehouse in the meat packing district. Around them the gray darkness of the hours just before dawn crept up on them from all sides. The surrounding buildings were dingy and the shadows cast on them were long, dark, and sinister. Ivan looked unperturbed by the cold, leaning up against a wall and scouting out the area in the hope that any trouble could be seen coming.
Alfred, on the other hand, stood shivering stubbornly some five feet from his partner.They were due for a meeting with the members of The Rising Sun, but they'd been kept waiting for over an hour now in the freezing light of the early morning. They stood as far apart from each other as they could, breathing in their last moments of freedom before they were shackled together like chain gang prisoners.
For the first three minutes they'd done as they were told, standing much too close together and generally acting like they were actually in love. They'd both drawn the line at kissing, but they'd held hands briefly. That was basically as lovey-dovey as either of them were willing to get. But as the minutes ticked by, even that became much too tedious and they broke away. They agreed silently to stand at least arms length away from each other at all times. The only problem with that was that now Alfred was freezing, his teeth chattering and his lips beginning to turn blue.
Ivan was quite enjoying watching the other suffer, but he knew that a proper lover wouldn't let his boyfriend freeze. So he sighed and pushed off the wall, taking pity on him and moving over to draw the American into his arms. Alfred glared up at him and opened his mouth to tell Ivan to get the fuck off him, but Ivan just shook his head and wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist. It was a surprisingly comfortable way to stand.
"I would not want you to freeze, my love." He said, looking meaningfully at where the discreet civilian car holding three fellow officers who would watch the exchange. It was their last chance to monitor the two before they left with the gang members and had no further contact with the police until they were extracted from the operation. Alfred sighed heavily and nodded, putting on a brilliant smile that almost floored Ivan. As much as he hated the punk kid, he had to admit that he had a great smile.
"Thanks, babe." He quipped lightly, leaning into his parter and wrapping his arms around his neck. Ivan was warm and it almost made up for having to hug him. Slowly the shivers died down and his face got back some of its color as he pressed himself up against his 'lover'. At this point Ivan was the lesser of two evils and Alfred would gladly take advantage of their ruse to get rid of the cold. Ivan merely placed a hand on top of the shaking blonde's head and let him rest against him.
Just as Alfred was getting comfortable, three men and a woman rounded the corner. They were dressed sharply in well-tailored suits, except the woman. She wore a simple yet elegant black dress that seemed to gather at her curves like a shadow, creating a tantalizing silhouette. Anyone looking on would think they were either business men or spies. On the second count they wouldn't have been too far off, for they were far from business men. Though the would like many people to believe so. The woman was Mei Li, Honda's right hand lady. She wore many hats within the organization: from assassin to spy, liason to other groups, bodyguard and advisor. One of the men was Im Yong Soo, a young inventor whom not much was known about. He seemed to follow Mei Li everywhere she went, so he was thought to be something like her assistant. They were the two highest officers in the entirety of the Rising Sun, Honda didn't trust anyone half so much as he trusted them.
Alfred's eyes widened and he tried to break away from Ivan, but the larger man held him in place. He didn't want to be caught by anyone hugging the stupid commie, even if it would make their ruse seem more realistic. Mei Li smiled at Alfred, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. Or maybe she could see it and that's why she was smiling, it was hard to tell with her. He buried his face in Ivan's scarf to hide the deep blush flaming over his entire face. Ivan chuckled, and petted his hair. Maybe if he was allowed to see this adorably flustered side of his partner more often they would get along better.
"You must be Robert Delacoeur." Mei said, extending a small, dainty hand towards Ivan. That was the name of one of the assassins, who Ivan had been assigned. Robert was an ex Marine from Kansas, a formerly upstanding citizen with nothing on his record and a great love for his country. But even the strongest patriotic love wasn't a match for the first time he'd seen a young Jamie Finnegan. It was love at first site, and Robert was completely taken with him. He hadn't thought twice about following Jamie down the road of temptation, turning his skills as a soldier to his new job as his lover's partner in crime.
Jamie Finnegan had been raised in an Irish mob family in New York, no one ever shielded the young man from the life they lived. From the time he was 16 he started taking jobs of his own, finding that taking the lives of others was somewhat of a talent of his. At 18 he'd met a strapping young Robert, straight off a tour and looking for a new life outside of the Marines. They'd fallen madly in love and Jamie convinced him to join him in his life of crime.
But when Jamie's father found out, he put a hit on Robert. He couldn't stand the thought of his little boy being "corrupted" by this man. They decided that they'd run away together, Jamie leaving behind his family like Robert had left everything behind to be with Jamie. They'd taken jobs in secret to keep going, never allowing their clients to know much for fear of Jamie's father finding them.
Of course, these gangsters wouldn't know any of that. They'd know names and what they did, that's all. Jamie and Robert didn't divulge any other information to clients. They took serious risks just giving out their names. But they'd been forced to learn everything the police knew about the pair before being thrust into this situation. Hey, who cares if it ever came in handy. At least they knew it, right?
Yeah, right.
Ivan shook the woman's hand warmly and nodded. Im Yong was looking at Alfred like he was scouting him out and he didn't quite live up to his standards. He scowled back at the Asian man, who smirked a bit. That seemed to raise his opinion of the 'assassin' a bit. Mei Li watched the whole exchange with tranquil eyes, turning to Alfred as the two men broke eye contact. She extended her hand to him as well, watching him closely as he disentangled himself from Ivan.
"And you must be Jamie Finnegan." Alfred nodded and shook her hand. He had the childish urge to hide behind Ivan just to get away from those eyes of hers. They weren't anything special at first glance, but they were so deep. And they seemed to be much older than the rest of her face, piercing through his soul and seeing everything there. And for a second Alfred thought they were caught. For, surely, this woman must know that they weren't who they said they were.
But if Mei Li knew their secret, she wasn't telling. She merely turned back to her colleagues and nodded, clapping her hands. The two lower ranking men stood to either side of Ivan and Alfred, ushering them around the corner and towards a sleek black car that was parked there for just this purpose. They would be whisked away by the gang members and given their assignment. Or killed and dumped in a ditch. It was hard to tell with these types.
They were shepherded into the car by the two thugs with Im and Mei. Alfred glanced over his shoulder at the car holding three of their fellow officers as they broke what was to be the last contact they had with the rest of the force until they had the information they needed. It felt cold and lonely, being isolated from his family and friends. But when Ivan reached over and squeezed his hand, he didn't feel so alone anymore and he appreciated in a new way just how close they were going to have to stick together if they wanted this to work.
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The car stopped outside of an innocent looking house out in the suburbs. It wasn't any bigger or grander than any of the other houses on the cul-de-sac and absolutely nothing looked out of place. Ivan didn't know if this was the main base or just where they were going to be kept. Perhaps on the inside this seemingly harmless little cookie cutter house was much more sinister.
But no, as they were herded out of the car and into the house it became apparent that there was absolutely nothing out of place in the house. It didn't even look lived in. Ivan turned to Alfred, who looked back at him and shrugged as if to say Just go along with it. What a big help, Alfred. Thanks. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the house, wondering what it's purpose was. He couldn't even spot any guns.
Mei Li was, apparently, in the mood to give them some information. Because as she stepped into the house behind them, she began talking. "This is a safe house purchased by our orginization to store those who we have hired until they are no longer of any use to us. You will be staying here until the job is done or until we deem you too have outlived your use." There was no threatening tone in her voice, but the threat was there. She didn't need to make it any more apparent than that.
"But before you get settled in, our leader has given me a task for the two of you to do. To prove that you are capable, nothing more. If you agree we will give you the details and you will be driven to your destination. If you refuse, then we have no more use for you and your contract will be terminated." Once more she said it calmly, but there was no mistaking that the contract wouldn't be the only thing terminated if they were to refuse.
"Give me a moment to discuss it with my partner and we will get back to you." Ivan said, ushering Alfred into the kitchen. Mei Li merely watched them go with impassive eyes, not sending the thugs after them. Ivan turned to Alfred and looked around as if to try and find a way out of the situation. Who knew what they would have them do? If they were sent to kill someone they couldn't be sure that it would be sanctioned once they were done with the mission. But if they didn't do it they would be killed and their mission would be a failure.
"So what do you think, Jamie? Should we do it? They didn't say anything about paying us for the job." He said, perfect American accent in place and looking nonplussed by the whole situation. They had to keep up the act at all times. Not only were Mei and Im in the room just outside the kitchen where they were standing, Ivan had seen cameras set up here and there. They were being monitored and the gang made no attempts to conceal it.
"I don't know, Rob. Drawing too much attention to ourselves could tip my dad off that we're here. That's the last thing we want." He said, leaning up against the table. He knew the dangers of taking another job just as much as Ivan did, but he couldn't say that. He looked to Ivan for answers and support, but was met with the same doubt he himself had. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, making a split second decision for them both.
He pushed up off of the table and walked over to Ivan, wrapping his arms around his neck and grinning up at him. "It could be fun though, baby. When's the last time we took a job for anything but the money. This one'll be for the thrill. And to save our own asses, but still." He laughed. Ivan laughed along, not really comfortable with the position they were in. But he wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist nonetheless.
"You always did have a weird sense of fun, Jamie. But sure. If you wanna take the job, we'll take the job. You know I can't say no to you." He purred at him, winking. He was surprised when Alfred's face actually lit up in a blush, but he didn't show it. Pathetic boy probably just hadn't had someone flirt with him in awhile. He broke away from the embrace but kept one arm looped aroung his 'lovers' waist as they exited the kitchen and rejoined Mei Li in the livingroom.
"I trust you have come to the right decision?" She asked, looking up at them. Alfred was struck again by that overwhelming sense of being seen right through. He took a mental note to be wary of her in the future. If anyone was going to blow their cover, he had no doubt that it would be Mei. He nodded and stepped forward, flashing her a grin.
"We wanna do it, just point us in the right direction and we're ready to go." He told her, puffing out his chest. Ivan had to fight the urge not to laugh. Alfred just looked ridiculous, showboating like this. But it had been obvious in the interviews that Jamie was just as cocky as Alfred himself, so perhaps this would play to their advantage. They had been chosen because their personalities matched the assassins so well and it would be easy for them to take on their roles. There wasn't time for other agents with dissimilar personalities to be briefed and deployed.
"There is a night club owner, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He is under our protection, but has not payed his insurance payment this last month. We are not asking you to kill him. In fact, we ask you to avoid such measures if at all possible. We merely wish for you to persuade him to pay his bills. It would be a shame to lose such a fine businessman." She told them, hands crossed in her lap and eyes boring into them once more.
"I think we can do that. Right, Rob?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and imploring Ivan to agree. Ivan nodded and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe between the living room and the kitchen. Mei Li gave a small smile and rose from her seat, bowing to each of them.
"Then I will take my leave of you. A driver will come around tomorrow to pick you up and take you where you need to go. Once you are done you will be brought back here where Im Yong will be waiting here to inform you of the date you will be meeting with our leader to be briefed on your main job. Good day, gentlemen." And with that she left, Im Yong and the two other thugs trailing after her.
Ivan and Alfred were left alone in the house, but they still couldn't let their guard down. Ivan thought of how to inform Alfred of the cameras without alerting whoever was watching that they weren't who they said they were. He opted for pulling Alfred into his arms and leaning in close with a smirk on his face as if he were about to kiss his lover now that the company was gone.
Alfred almost panicked as he was grabbed. Ivan came closer and closer and Alfred was sure he was going to kiss him! He tried to wriggle away, but Ivan held him fast. Then all of a sudden his partner's lips were to his ear and he was whispering to him. He shuddered slightly (from the cold, god dammit!) as Ivan's breath ghosted over the shell of his ear, but he suppressed it.
"We are being watched. Do not look now, but there are cameras in at least this room and the kitchen. It would be beneficial to keep up the act." He whispered the information to him as if it was sweet flirty nothings. Alfred got the gist of it and leaned into the embrace, giving a little smirk of his own as if in answer to the things Ivan wasn't really saying.
"Alright, then. But let's hope the bedroom isn't bugged. That would be awkward." Ivan chuckled. and shook his head.
"It is just like you to joke in a situation like this. Now let us give them a show that will give them no room to believe we are not what we say we are." He said, grabbing Alfred and kissing him hard. It was sudden and startling but so intense that Alfred could feel his knees go weak for a split second.
Alfred's eyes widened and it took everything in him not to fight the other off. He was supposed to be willing to kiss him, no matter how much he hated the man in real life. So he submitted to the kiss, surprised that it was so hot and passionate. He shouldn't be, really. The man kissed like he fought, with everything he had. It would have been easy to get lost in it if it hadn't been Ivan he was kissing.
When they broke apart they were both slightly out of breath, Alfred's glasses askew and his lips red and puffy. Ivan stared at him for long moments, puzzling the younger cop. There was something in his eyes when he looked at him that had never been there before and it made him wonder if Ivan had really wanted to break the kiss all that much.
He pushed the thought out of his head and turned away from him, winking wickedly over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go shower, hotshot. And that's not an invitation." He laughed and sauntered off, unaware that Ivan was watching his movements closely. Especially a certain part of his anatomy.
Ivan sat down in a chair after Alfred had left, slightly shell shocked at what had just happened. He had meant to give him a quick kiss just for the cameras, no matter how disgusted he was. Instead he'd practically tried to eat his face! And when they'd pulled back, Alfred had looked so enticing it had been hard not to kiss him again. What was wrong with him? It had to be the adrenaline of living a double life, or the fact that Alfred was his only option at the moment. There was no other excuse for him lusting after the brat.
He leaned back in the chair, staring out of the window over the neatly manicured suburban lawn and brooded over the events of the day.
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Revisited the backgrounds for the assassins, since the first time I didn't explain it so well. Debating whether or not to bring them in again later, much later.
Next chapter, for those of you who already read this on the kink meme, will see the most changes yet. Because I kind of hate how forced it came out.
Alfred, on the other hand, stood shivering stubbornly some five feet from his partner.They were due for a meeting with the members of The Rising Sun, but they'd been kept waiting for over an hour now in the freezing light of the early morning. They stood as far apart from each other as they could, breathing in their last moments of freedom before they were shackled together like chain gang prisoners.
For the first three minutes they'd done as they were told, standing much too close together and generally acting like they were actually in love. They'd both drawn the line at kissing, but they'd held hands briefly. That was basically as lovey-dovey as either of them were willing to get. But as the minutes ticked by, even that became much too tedious and they broke away. They agreed silently to stand at least arms length away from each other at all times. The only problem with that was that now Alfred was freezing, his teeth chattering and his lips beginning to turn blue.
Ivan was quite enjoying watching the other suffer, but he knew that a proper lover wouldn't let his boyfriend freeze. So he sighed and pushed off the wall, taking pity on him and moving over to draw the American into his arms. Alfred glared up at him and opened his mouth to tell Ivan to get the fuck off him, but Ivan just shook his head and wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist. It was a surprisingly comfortable way to stand.
"I would not want you to freeze, my love." He said, looking meaningfully at where the discreet civilian car holding three fellow officers who would watch the exchange. It was their last chance to monitor the two before they left with the gang members and had no further contact with the police until they were extracted from the operation. Alfred sighed heavily and nodded, putting on a brilliant smile that almost floored Ivan. As much as he hated the punk kid, he had to admit that he had a great smile.
"Thanks, babe." He quipped lightly, leaning into his parter and wrapping his arms around his neck. Ivan was warm and it almost made up for having to hug him. Slowly the shivers died down and his face got back some of its color as he pressed himself up against his 'lover'. At this point Ivan was the lesser of two evils and Alfred would gladly take advantage of their ruse to get rid of the cold. Ivan merely placed a hand on top of the shaking blonde's head and let him rest against him.
Just as Alfred was getting comfortable, three men and a woman rounded the corner. They were dressed sharply in well-tailored suits, except the woman. She wore a simple yet elegant black dress that seemed to gather at her curves like a shadow, creating a tantalizing silhouette. Anyone looking on would think they were either business men or spies. On the second count they wouldn't have been too far off, for they were far from business men. Though the would like many people to believe so. The woman was Mei Li, Honda's right hand lady. She wore many hats within the organization: from assassin to spy, liason to other groups, bodyguard and advisor. One of the men was Im Yong Soo, a young inventor whom not much was known about. He seemed to follow Mei Li everywhere she went, so he was thought to be something like her assistant. They were the two highest officers in the entirety of the Rising Sun, Honda didn't trust anyone half so much as he trusted them.
Alfred's eyes widened and he tried to break away from Ivan, but the larger man held him in place. He didn't want to be caught by anyone hugging the stupid commie, even if it would make their ruse seem more realistic. Mei Li smiled at Alfred, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. Or maybe she could see it and that's why she was smiling, it was hard to tell with her. He buried his face in Ivan's scarf to hide the deep blush flaming over his entire face. Ivan chuckled, and petted his hair. Maybe if he was allowed to see this adorably flustered side of his partner more often they would get along better.
"You must be Robert Delacoeur." Mei said, extending a small, dainty hand towards Ivan. That was the name of one of the assassins, who Ivan had been assigned. Robert was an ex Marine from Kansas, a formerly upstanding citizen with nothing on his record and a great love for his country. But even the strongest patriotic love wasn't a match for the first time he'd seen a young Jamie Finnegan. It was love at first site, and Robert was completely taken with him. He hadn't thought twice about following Jamie down the road of temptation, turning his skills as a soldier to his new job as his lover's partner in crime.
Jamie Finnegan had been raised in an Irish mob family in New York, no one ever shielded the young man from the life they lived. From the time he was 16 he started taking jobs of his own, finding that taking the lives of others was somewhat of a talent of his. At 18 he'd met a strapping young Robert, straight off a tour and looking for a new life outside of the Marines. They'd fallen madly in love and Jamie convinced him to join him in his life of crime.
But when Jamie's father found out, he put a hit on Robert. He couldn't stand the thought of his little boy being "corrupted" by this man. They decided that they'd run away together, Jamie leaving behind his family like Robert had left everything behind to be with Jamie. They'd taken jobs in secret to keep going, never allowing their clients to know much for fear of Jamie's father finding them.
Of course, these gangsters wouldn't know any of that. They'd know names and what they did, that's all. Jamie and Robert didn't divulge any other information to clients. They took serious risks just giving out their names. But they'd been forced to learn everything the police knew about the pair before being thrust into this situation. Hey, who cares if it ever came in handy. At least they knew it, right?
Yeah, right.
Ivan shook the woman's hand warmly and nodded. Im Yong was looking at Alfred like he was scouting him out and he didn't quite live up to his standards. He scowled back at the Asian man, who smirked a bit. That seemed to raise his opinion of the 'assassin' a bit. Mei Li watched the whole exchange with tranquil eyes, turning to Alfred as the two men broke eye contact. She extended her hand to him as well, watching him closely as he disentangled himself from Ivan.
"And you must be Jamie Finnegan." Alfred nodded and shook her hand. He had the childish urge to hide behind Ivan just to get away from those eyes of hers. They weren't anything special at first glance, but they were so deep. And they seemed to be much older than the rest of her face, piercing through his soul and seeing everything there. And for a second Alfred thought they were caught. For, surely, this woman must know that they weren't who they said they were.
But if Mei Li knew their secret, she wasn't telling. She merely turned back to her colleagues and nodded, clapping her hands. The two lower ranking men stood to either side of Ivan and Alfred, ushering them around the corner and towards a sleek black car that was parked there for just this purpose. They would be whisked away by the gang members and given their assignment. Or killed and dumped in a ditch. It was hard to tell with these types.
They were shepherded into the car by the two thugs with Im and Mei. Alfred glanced over his shoulder at the car holding three of their fellow officers as they broke what was to be the last contact they had with the rest of the force until they had the information they needed. It felt cold and lonely, being isolated from his family and friends. But when Ivan reached over and squeezed his hand, he didn't feel so alone anymore and he appreciated in a new way just how close they were going to have to stick together if they wanted this to work.
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The car stopped outside of an innocent looking house out in the suburbs. It wasn't any bigger or grander than any of the other houses on the cul-de-sac and absolutely nothing looked out of place. Ivan didn't know if this was the main base or just where they were going to be kept. Perhaps on the inside this seemingly harmless little cookie cutter house was much more sinister.
But no, as they were herded out of the car and into the house it became apparent that there was absolutely nothing out of place in the house. It didn't even look lived in. Ivan turned to Alfred, who looked back at him and shrugged as if to say Just go along with it. What a big help, Alfred. Thanks. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the house, wondering what it's purpose was. He couldn't even spot any guns.
Mei Li was, apparently, in the mood to give them some information. Because as she stepped into the house behind them, she began talking. "This is a safe house purchased by our orginization to store those who we have hired until they are no longer of any use to us. You will be staying here until the job is done or until we deem you too have outlived your use." There was no threatening tone in her voice, but the threat was there. She didn't need to make it any more apparent than that.
"But before you get settled in, our leader has given me a task for the two of you to do. To prove that you are capable, nothing more. If you agree we will give you the details and you will be driven to your destination. If you refuse, then we have no more use for you and your contract will be terminated." Once more she said it calmly, but there was no mistaking that the contract wouldn't be the only thing terminated if they were to refuse.
"Give me a moment to discuss it with my partner and we will get back to you." Ivan said, ushering Alfred into the kitchen. Mei Li merely watched them go with impassive eyes, not sending the thugs after them. Ivan turned to Alfred and looked around as if to try and find a way out of the situation. Who knew what they would have them do? If they were sent to kill someone they couldn't be sure that it would be sanctioned once they were done with the mission. But if they didn't do it they would be killed and their mission would be a failure.
"So what do you think, Jamie? Should we do it? They didn't say anything about paying us for the job." He said, perfect American accent in place and looking nonplussed by the whole situation. They had to keep up the act at all times. Not only were Mei and Im in the room just outside the kitchen where they were standing, Ivan had seen cameras set up here and there. They were being monitored and the gang made no attempts to conceal it.
"I don't know, Rob. Drawing too much attention to ourselves could tip my dad off that we're here. That's the last thing we want." He said, leaning up against the table. He knew the dangers of taking another job just as much as Ivan did, but he couldn't say that. He looked to Ivan for answers and support, but was met with the same doubt he himself had. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, making a split second decision for them both.
He pushed up off of the table and walked over to Ivan, wrapping his arms around his neck and grinning up at him. "It could be fun though, baby. When's the last time we took a job for anything but the money. This one'll be for the thrill. And to save our own asses, but still." He laughed. Ivan laughed along, not really comfortable with the position they were in. But he wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist nonetheless.
"You always did have a weird sense of fun, Jamie. But sure. If you wanna take the job, we'll take the job. You know I can't say no to you." He purred at him, winking. He was surprised when Alfred's face actually lit up in a blush, but he didn't show it. Pathetic boy probably just hadn't had someone flirt with him in awhile. He broke away from the embrace but kept one arm looped aroung his 'lovers' waist as they exited the kitchen and rejoined Mei Li in the livingroom.
"I trust you have come to the right decision?" She asked, looking up at them. Alfred was struck again by that overwhelming sense of being seen right through. He took a mental note to be wary of her in the future. If anyone was going to blow their cover, he had no doubt that it would be Mei. He nodded and stepped forward, flashing her a grin.
"We wanna do it, just point us in the right direction and we're ready to go." He told her, puffing out his chest. Ivan had to fight the urge not to laugh. Alfred just looked ridiculous, showboating like this. But it had been obvious in the interviews that Jamie was just as cocky as Alfred himself, so perhaps this would play to their advantage. They had been chosen because their personalities matched the assassins so well and it would be easy for them to take on their roles. There wasn't time for other agents with dissimilar personalities to be briefed and deployed.
"There is a night club owner, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He is under our protection, but has not payed his insurance payment this last month. We are not asking you to kill him. In fact, we ask you to avoid such measures if at all possible. We merely wish for you to persuade him to pay his bills. It would be a shame to lose such a fine businessman." She told them, hands crossed in her lap and eyes boring into them once more.
"I think we can do that. Right, Rob?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and imploring Ivan to agree. Ivan nodded and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe between the living room and the kitchen. Mei Li gave a small smile and rose from her seat, bowing to each of them.
"Then I will take my leave of you. A driver will come around tomorrow to pick you up and take you where you need to go. Once you are done you will be brought back here where Im Yong will be waiting here to inform you of the date you will be meeting with our leader to be briefed on your main job. Good day, gentlemen." And with that she left, Im Yong and the two other thugs trailing after her.
Ivan and Alfred were left alone in the house, but they still couldn't let their guard down. Ivan thought of how to inform Alfred of the cameras without alerting whoever was watching that they weren't who they said they were. He opted for pulling Alfred into his arms and leaning in close with a smirk on his face as if he were about to kiss his lover now that the company was gone.
Alfred almost panicked as he was grabbed. Ivan came closer and closer and Alfred was sure he was going to kiss him! He tried to wriggle away, but Ivan held him fast. Then all of a sudden his partner's lips were to his ear and he was whispering to him. He shuddered slightly (from the cold, god dammit!) as Ivan's breath ghosted over the shell of his ear, but he suppressed it.
"We are being watched. Do not look now, but there are cameras in at least this room and the kitchen. It would be beneficial to keep up the act." He whispered the information to him as if it was sweet flirty nothings. Alfred got the gist of it and leaned into the embrace, giving a little smirk of his own as if in answer to the things Ivan wasn't really saying.
"Alright, then. But let's hope the bedroom isn't bugged. That would be awkward." Ivan chuckled. and shook his head.
"It is just like you to joke in a situation like this. Now let us give them a show that will give them no room to believe we are not what we say we are." He said, grabbing Alfred and kissing him hard. It was sudden and startling but so intense that Alfred could feel his knees go weak for a split second.
Alfred's eyes widened and it took everything in him not to fight the other off. He was supposed to be willing to kiss him, no matter how much he hated the man in real life. So he submitted to the kiss, surprised that it was so hot and passionate. He shouldn't be, really. The man kissed like he fought, with everything he had. It would have been easy to get lost in it if it hadn't been Ivan he was kissing.
When they broke apart they were both slightly out of breath, Alfred's glasses askew and his lips red and puffy. Ivan stared at him for long moments, puzzling the younger cop. There was something in his eyes when he looked at him that had never been there before and it made him wonder if Ivan had really wanted to break the kiss all that much.
He pushed the thought out of his head and turned away from him, winking wickedly over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go shower, hotshot. And that's not an invitation." He laughed and sauntered off, unaware that Ivan was watching his movements closely. Especially a certain part of his anatomy.
Ivan sat down in a chair after Alfred had left, slightly shell shocked at what had just happened. He had meant to give him a quick kiss just for the cameras, no matter how disgusted he was. Instead he'd practically tried to eat his face! And when they'd pulled back, Alfred had looked so enticing it had been hard not to kiss him again. What was wrong with him? It had to be the adrenaline of living a double life, or the fact that Alfred was his only option at the moment. There was no other excuse for him lusting after the brat.
He leaned back in the chair, staring out of the window over the neatly manicured suburban lawn and brooded over the events of the day.
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Revisited the backgrounds for the assassins, since the first time I didn't explain it so well. Debating whether or not to bring them in again later, much later.
Next chapter, for those of you who already read this on the kink meme, will see the most changes yet. Because I kind of hate how forced it came out.