Fic: Alex Rider Drabbles
So! If you don't know, there's a new Alex Rider comm: alexrider100. If you're interested, go join! If not, uh, don't?
Anyway, I wrote for four of the prompts, and couldn't for the life of me get them under 100 words =/ I also have no spell check, so uh, sorry for any mistakes? The first 3 are beta'd by nuclearxsquid ♥
Alex supposes he could say that his line of work (his line of work, as if he's an accountant or a vet), has left stains on his soul. He's killed people, he's hurt people, lives have been runied because of him. He has seen people bleed, scream in pain, beg for mercy, because of him, because of what he has been forced (or did he choose?) to do. When he looks in the mirror, the person he sees appears to be half empty, like he's missing something. He supposes that means there's no soul left in him, no soul left to be stained.
Wolf is pretty surprised when a letter from Alex Rider drops through his letterbox. They've worked together a few times over the years, saved each others' lives often enough they don't keep count anymore, learnt the names their parents gave them, but that doesn't mean they're close. As far as Wolf knows, Alex doesn't have any reason to contact him at home - he has Wolf's work email, afterall (come to think of it, how does Alex know where he lives? but then again he's a spy). He opens it, and out drops a plain house key, and a short note with Alex's address and request to water his peace lily, if he ever gets a chance, and an explanation - "Sorry to ask, Jack's not here anymore and there's no one else who knows about me. Thanks."
He's been on this mission, undercover, for months. It's not too difficult, really, just keeping tabs on a drug dealing ring - surprisingly, it's just drugs. Alex had half expected to be embroiled in a child-slave trade fiasco that ended up with a maniac wanting to blow up the moon. Instead, he spends his days hanging around a grody flat near Camden, helping girls with names like Poison and Thorn shave their heads with cheap Bic razors, and obligingly letting them do his. At the end of the mission, the only new scars are a few nicks on his scalp.
This one's unbeta'd, sorry!
Sometimes, Alex and Yassen make it to a bed. In a mess of sheets and pillows, Yassen takes his time with Alex, he touches him softly, learns all over again what it takes to make him moan and writhe and buck up his hips. Alex always leaves whatever room they've holed up in feeling fucked out and loose limbed.
Most of the time, Yassen fucks Alex when they only have minutes to spare, shoves into him hard and rough, biting along his throat and makes him bleed. He holds onto Alex's hips too tightly, always leaves him bruised and battered, he's so rough sometimes that Alex finds it hard to even walk.
If asked, Alex couldn't say which he prefers.
Anyway, I wrote for four of the prompts, and couldn't for the life of me get them under 100 words =/ I also have no spell check, so uh, sorry for any mistakes? The first 3 are beta'd by nuclearxsquid ♥
Alex supposes he could say that his line of work (his line of work, as if he's an accountant or a vet), has left stains on his soul. He's killed people, he's hurt people, lives have been runied because of him. He has seen people bleed, scream in pain, beg for mercy, because of him, because of what he has been forced (or did he choose?) to do. When he looks in the mirror, the person he sees appears to be half empty, like he's missing something. He supposes that means there's no soul left in him, no soul left to be stained.
Wolf is pretty surprised when a letter from Alex Rider drops through his letterbox. They've worked together a few times over the years, saved each others' lives often enough they don't keep count anymore, learnt the names their parents gave them, but that doesn't mean they're close. As far as Wolf knows, Alex doesn't have any reason to contact him at home - he has Wolf's work email, afterall (come to think of it, how does Alex know where he lives? but then again he's a spy). He opens it, and out drops a plain house key, and a short note with Alex's address and request to water his peace lily, if he ever gets a chance, and an explanation - "Sorry to ask, Jack's not here anymore and there's no one else who knows about me. Thanks."
He's been on this mission, undercover, for months. It's not too difficult, really, just keeping tabs on a drug dealing ring - surprisingly, it's just drugs. Alex had half expected to be embroiled in a child-slave trade fiasco that ended up with a maniac wanting to blow up the moon. Instead, he spends his days hanging around a grody flat near Camden, helping girls with names like Poison and Thorn shave their heads with cheap Bic razors, and obligingly letting them do his. At the end of the mission, the only new scars are a few nicks on his scalp.
This one's unbeta'd, sorry!
Sometimes, Alex and Yassen make it to a bed. In a mess of sheets and pillows, Yassen takes his time with Alex, he touches him softly, learns all over again what it takes to make him moan and writhe and buck up his hips. Alex always leaves whatever room they've holed up in feeling fucked out and loose limbed.
Most of the time, Yassen fucks Alex when they only have minutes to spare, shoves into him hard and rough, biting along his throat and makes him bleed. He holds onto Alex's hips too tightly, always leaves him bruised and battered, he's so rough sometimes that Alex finds it hard to even walk.
If asked, Alex couldn't say which he prefers.