The Nights We Remember
Summary: Alex and Yassen don't have a conventional relationship, but neither of them really care. It started as a bit of irresponsible fun, but pretty soon they were living for the few moments they got when fate brought them to the same corner of the world.
Warnings: Slash, age gap, bondage, injuries, strong language, use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of depression. (Each chapter will have its own set of warnings and ratings, but I think that should cover everything). Rated T-M.
Note: Alex is 16+ in these fics (age of consent). He never went to America and has been a spy since Scorpia Rising.
Disclaimer: Alex Rider, his world and all associated characters and ideas belong to Anthony Horowitz. Any recognizable works are not my own. Any quotes, ideas, themes, etc. that I borrow from other authors or media should be credited to their original owners.
(A short prologue)
Warnings: Slash
Rated: T
When someone so young gets involved with someone so many years their senior, there are a few preconceptions.
The older person is controlling, experienced and cunning. They know what their doing. Maybe they love the younger, or maybe they are taking advantage. To outsiders, taking advantage is the most likely scenario. And so, because the older person is experienced, maybe a little manipulative, and definitely cares less, they leave first. Always.
The younger person is innocent, inexperienced and sincere. They have no idea what they're getting into. Maybe they love the older, maybe they just think they do. To outsiders, it can't possibly be love. Infatuation, maybe. And so, because the younger is so new, more than a little naive, and definitely care more, they leave last. No exceptions.
They are the ones that lie in bed, while their partner sneaks away into the dead of night. They're the ones that stay until dawn breaks, while the older gets back to their life. Their family. Their job.
The younger person never has somewhere to be. The older person does. That's why these relationships never work out.
Despite what people might think, Alex was the first to leave. Not Yassen.
Yassen lay on the bed, thin duvet pulled barley up to his waist. He listened to little Alex shift beside him, stirring from his almost-sleep.
White light bathed the dark room. The screen of Alex's phone illuminating the small space. Yassen cracked an eye, spying the word 'General' on Alex's caller ID. The bank then.
He watched Alex's thumb skim over the 'decline' option before firmly pressing accept.
"Rider." The word was barely a breath on Alex's lips. If Yassen hadn't been so tuned in with the silence, he would have missed it.
A sigh escaped the boy. He clicked his phone off, and turned to look at the assassin lying behind him.
Yassen had kept his breathing even throughout the phone call, and continued to play possum. Whether or not it worked on someone as well trained as Alex didn't matter. Yassen felt the ghost of lips brush his forehead. Alex stood from the small, twin bed. Careful not to let the old bedsprings squeak.
Yassen had heard quite enough of the squeaky bedsprings in recent hours.
Keeping his eyes closed, Yassen let himself sense Alex's progress across the room. The cabin they were in was old and musty, but not a single floorboard creaked under Alex's weight.
He felt when Alex made it to the door. Sensed his hesitation. Yassen considered, for a moment, calling to the boy who had just shared the night with him. But what would he say? Stay? Yassen knew he couldn't ask more from Alex than what had been given.
And so, a stereotype died that day.
Yassen, with his life in his own hands, lay in a silent room, alone. With his career and missions available at his leisure, he had no reason to leave before dawn.
In contrast, Alex. With his life firmly in the grasp of MI6, he was at the beck and call of his government. Alex didn't get the choice to stay the night.
Yassen wasn't sure Alex would stay even if he could.
And so, despite what people might think, Alex left first.
Alex always left first.
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