WHO: Colonel Braginsky and his Pilot
WHEN: June 21st, 10PM
WHERE: Military shooting range
WHAT: Alfred decides to vent at his superior officer while Ivan happens to be wearing hearing protection and wielding a pistol.
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Bang, bang, my baby shot me down... )
But the only place Alfred kept his head was in the air, on the ground he was safe, if caged.
Pushing the doors open to the shooting range just as he saw Ivan cocking the gun, none of his training coming in handy as he headed straight for the Russian.
"Hey! Colonel!" He barked, wanting nothing more than to jump on the Russian and punch him for getting him trapped in this stupid situation.
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Addressing him like he was a problem. This was not going well at all. "You say that every time." he said quietly, taking a few more steps, closing the distance between them, ramming a gloved finger into his commanding officer's chest. "And every time, I don't, so let's cut the shit, shall we?"
Alfred could feel his temper getting the better of him, but at this point he couldn't care. Everything was wrong and it was all Colonel Braginsky's fault. "I just spent an hour with your 'best friend', half-whoring myself out so he'll leave me the hell alone." The finger against Ivan's chest was now a fist and had punched straight against the rib cage before Alfred's shoulders sank slightly.
"Why did you have to tell him?""
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Drawing his hand away, Alfred knew he needed to sit down and slumped down against the counter Ivan had just been occupying. "Everytime I threaten to leave, he blackmails me with my reputation, and, last time I check, I'm the only sleeping with superior officier and Yao wouldn't hesitate to tell the Madame who that is."
"You are an idiot-" he snapped up at him, folding his hands across his chest. "Your secret spewing screwed me over. And what dirt could you have on him that's bigger than this!?"
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He leaned against the wall dividing each counter space. "Besides, you are the least of my worries right now."
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"I should be," he said quietly, with a grimace. "But I guess a wedding is a little more imporant. And paperwork of course."
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"But if you are so worried about it, then might I suggest that we just stop for the time-being? Then Yao has nothing to hold onto, and you can be on your merry way back into the skies."
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Alfrred hunched his shoulder gritting his teeth before starting away from the counter and towards the door. "But I guess that's what I get for thinking you were more than just a commander. I'll deal with it myself, sir, enjoy the rest of your night."
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Before Alfred could reach the handle of the door, Ivan pressed his back against it. "Do you want me to take care of this, or no? Because if you want me to, I will, and I will not just because I am your commander."
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Finally, he offered a small smile, pulling his hand away. "It's like you said- with the bird and the wings... Don't remember exactly but what Yao's doing is worst than grounding me. He's telling me how to fly."
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"But since you asked so nicely, I will talk to him when I see him next- which I believe is tomorrow. And in the meantime, Jones-" he curled a finger beneath the Pilot's chin, lifting his eyes up to meet his smirk. "Behave," he leaned in close, lips brushing against the blonde's ears, "or I will have to punish you."
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He pulled back just enough to hover his lips over Ivan's, spine tingling at the cold breath mixed with vodka and he let out a small noise at memory of that mouth on his body-
"But I leave Yao- and you go down too."
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"What do you mean by 'you go down too'?" Ivan inquired, having to dig his fingernails into his thigh in order to keep his voice from giving himself away.
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"If I leave... He tells the Madame I've been sleeping with a superior officer." He looked up at Ivan, still tight against him, lips brushing with each word they spoke. "She'd figure it out, make me leave the force- and who knows what she'd do to you..."
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"I have better things to worry about- not that this isn't important, but-"
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