Controlled Love, Part 20: Searching
Title: Searching
Series: Controlled Love, Part 20. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: PG13
Summary: Control looks for and finds Tony.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Searching
Control had escorted The Woman home and then returned to the embassy. He wanted to ensure that everything related to the operation was tied up neatly. Like the lovely cup of coffee Tony presented to me on my birthday, he couldn't help thinking. Like I'd like to have Tony tie me… Control shook his head to clear that extremely distracting although arousing picture from his mind.
He checked in with Philip who reported that all of the enemy agents had been removed from the premises and that interrogations were already underway at headquarters. There had been no concrete information extracted so far, but Agent Siviter was close with one of the men. So far, he'd only learned the name Jack, but Philip was sure that whatever information the man had to offer, Siviter was the right person to pull it all out. Control thanked Philip for his efforts.
Control made his way through the banquet hall and kitchen, touching base with as many of his men as were still on site. He thanked each of them for their hard work and their part in the successful mission. Most of the men secretly thought that many of his mannerisms were odd (to say the least), but they couldn't deny how appreciated they felt when he sought them out like this to shake their hand and express his gratitude for the work they did.
The only person Control hadn't been able to find was Tony, the one person he wanted to see most of all. It was most vexing. A few men said they hadn't seen Tony for a half-hour or so; one or two others said that when they had last seen him, he hadn't looked quite himself. Control found that quite worrisome; what could have happened? At last, Control found someone who mentioned that the last time he'd seen Tony he was walking down the hallway toward the visitor offices.
Control followed the same corridor looking for signs of his friend. Before long, he came to a door that was not completely closed; could this be where Tony was? Well trained in spy work, Control knew that he couldn't just barge in; no telling who or what he might find. No, careful surveillance was what was called for here.
He pushed the door open ever so slightly and pressed his ear into the open space. He couldn't quite place the sound that he heardwas that a person? It sounded rather like soft erratic breathing and not-quite moaning. Oh, dear; if that were indeed Tony, what could be wrong? Was he having some type of medical situation? Control longed to save his friend, but stealth was still needed. What if it wasn't Tony at all but some enemy agent who had escaped their net? It wouldn't do to have the head of British Intelligence stumble into being taken hostage or some other unpleasant situation.
He pushed the door open just a bit further, grateful for its soundless hinges. He could now see into the room, which was well lit by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. There was no one at the desk or anywhere else that was presently in his range of vision. There was just the front right corner of the room that he couldn't see; he'd have to risk opening the door wider.
Control was a man well trained to cope with almost any situation that he encountered. There was very little that could catch him off guard. He'd go so far as to say there was really only one thingone person, actuallyand he was now faced with that very person in a most alluring position that he'd never dreamed he'd be privileged to see.
Tonyexquisitely illuminated by the soft moonlight. Tonyhis head flung back, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling faster and faster. Tonyback arched, one hand inside his shirt, the other cupping the front of his trousers, one leg hanging over the arm of the chair. Tonylooking delicious and wanton and lustful and erotic and beautiful.
Control collapsed against the door frame, overcome with desire and suppressed longing, his eyes never leaving Tony.
Series: Controlled Love, Part 20. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: PG13
Summary: Control looks for and finds Tony.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Searching
Control had escorted The Woman home and then returned to the embassy. He wanted to ensure that everything related to the operation was tied up neatly. Like the lovely cup of coffee Tony presented to me on my birthday, he couldn't help thinking. Like I'd like to have Tony tie me… Control shook his head to clear that extremely distracting although arousing picture from his mind.
He checked in with Philip who reported that all of the enemy agents had been removed from the premises and that interrogations were already underway at headquarters. There had been no concrete information extracted so far, but Agent Siviter was close with one of the men. So far, he'd only learned the name Jack, but Philip was sure that whatever information the man had to offer, Siviter was the right person to pull it all out. Control thanked Philip for his efforts.
Control made his way through the banquet hall and kitchen, touching base with as many of his men as were still on site. He thanked each of them for their hard work and their part in the successful mission. Most of the men secretly thought that many of his mannerisms were odd (to say the least), but they couldn't deny how appreciated they felt when he sought them out like this to shake their hand and express his gratitude for the work they did.
The only person Control hadn't been able to find was Tony, the one person he wanted to see most of all. It was most vexing. A few men said they hadn't seen Tony for a half-hour or so; one or two others said that when they had last seen him, he hadn't looked quite himself. Control found that quite worrisome; what could have happened? At last, Control found someone who mentioned that the last time he'd seen Tony he was walking down the hallway toward the visitor offices.
Control followed the same corridor looking for signs of his friend. Before long, he came to a door that was not completely closed; could this be where Tony was? Well trained in spy work, Control knew that he couldn't just barge in; no telling who or what he might find. No, careful surveillance was what was called for here.
He pushed the door open ever so slightly and pressed his ear into the open space. He couldn't quite place the sound that he heardwas that a person? It sounded rather like soft erratic breathing and not-quite moaning. Oh, dear; if that were indeed Tony, what could be wrong? Was he having some type of medical situation? Control longed to save his friend, but stealth was still needed. What if it wasn't Tony at all but some enemy agent who had escaped their net? It wouldn't do to have the head of British Intelligence stumble into being taken hostage or some other unpleasant situation.
He pushed the door open just a bit further, grateful for its soundless hinges. He could now see into the room, which was well lit by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. There was no one at the desk or anywhere else that was presently in his range of vision. There was just the front right corner of the room that he couldn't see; he'd have to risk opening the door wider.
Control was a man well trained to cope with almost any situation that he encountered. There was very little that could catch him off guard. He'd go so far as to say there was really only one thingone person, actuallyand he was now faced with that very person in a most alluring position that he'd never dreamed he'd be privileged to see.
Tonyexquisitely illuminated by the soft moonlight. Tonyhis head flung back, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling faster and faster. Tonyback arched, one hand inside his shirt, the other cupping the front of his trousers, one leg hanging over the arm of the chair. Tonylooking delicious and wanton and lustful and erotic and beautiful.
Control collapsed against the door frame, overcome with desire and suppressed longing, his eyes never leaving Tony.