Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Alex Rider or any other characters in the Alex Rider series.
It was nearing midnight when Alex finally made it back to his apartment. He'd been called out to a local bar by Wolf to meet up with the K Unit and have a few beers, a little after seven that evening. Thankfully he'd had some dinner before the sudden call since they'd kept him out for over four hours, though he figured he'd better eat something once he was inside to help take the edge off all the alcohol running through his system. Covering a yawn behind his hand, Alex stumbled slightly as he climbed the three flights of stairs to his place.
Just after his eighteenth birthday he'd decided that it was time to move on, and after telling Blunt that he was no longer going to accept any of MI6's missions, he'd packed up his things, told Jack goodbye, and left to find a place he could call his own. In retrospect, it probably would've been smarter to find somewhere before leaving, but then Alex never really was the type of person to wait around for anything.
It took him a few days of sleeping on a park bench before he'd stumbled across the perfect place. It was a small rundown apartment building on the outskirts of town. Sure it didn't look like much, a three story brick building with a few broken windows and weeds poking out the side, but it was cozy and the other tenants kept to themselves so he didn't have to worry about nosy neighbors butting into his business. He'd had enough of that kind of thing during his years as a spy.
Alex pulled his keys out of his pocket, and after a few tries, managed to successfully open the door to his apartment. Resting his head against the door jam, he rubbed his eyes before reaching his hand around the corner to turn on the lights. As the room was lit up, he blinked several times to clear his vision and froze. Something wasn't right. Everything looked the same, but Alex had learned to trust his instincts years ago and right now they were telling him that danger was near.
Taking a deep breath, he held it for several seconds to clear his head, but the alcohol was still buzzing through him and making it extremely difficult to focus on the situation at hand. Finally, after a few moments, his eyes sharpened and his body prepared for a fight. Nudging the door open the rest of the way with his foot, he took a couple of steps inside and pressed himself against the wall next to the kitchen.
There were noises coming from the living room, it sounded like someone had the TV on, so he very carefully inched his way down the wall away from the kitchen and headed towards his room where his gun was hidden. He'd only made it a few feet when a voice called out to him.
"Welcome home Alex."
Alex froze, his foot several inches off the floor, and swore his heart stopped in shock. He hadn't heard that voice in over three years, but remembered it as clearly as if he'd heard it only an hour ago. "Yassen." He breathed out as his heart started to race. The last time he'd seen the blonde haired assassin they'd been on opposite sides of some mission in Iraq that had gone horribly wrong. The only reason he was still alive was thanks to Yassen Gregorovich. Alex had been stuck in a firefight with four terrorists and had just run out of ammo when out of nowhere the older man had come flying in with guns blazing. No words were spoken, but as Yassen put his gun away he'd stared at Alex for quite some time. His eyes appeared to be searching for something and about a minute or so later he'd nodded his head and disappeared, leaving Alex to stare after him dumfounded.
While Alex was reminiscing, Yassen rose from his seat on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. He saw the young man leaning up against the hall wall. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the opposite wall and smiled. "It's good to see you again. It's been awhile."
There was silence for some time as Alex continued to stare at the assassin with wide eyes. Finally, his senses kicked in and his whole body tensed as he slipped into a fighting stance. "What do you want?" He asked. He'd meant it to come across threateningly, but his curiosity made it anything but.
Yassen looked the picture of relaxed leaning against the wall, and for a second Alex found it hard to believe that this man was a very dangerous killer. In fact, he actually looked quite handsome standing there in the half light with shadows dancing across his skin. Shaking his head, Alex berated himself for thinking that. He wasn't gay dammit, but there was just something about the man that always had him wondering what it would feel like to be held in his strong arms. What those hand would feel like on his skin, what he would taste like. A low chuckle snapped Alex out of his thoughts.
"See something you like?" Yassen asked with a grin as he pushed himself away from the wall. "Want a better look?"
Alex's eyes widened and he scrambled backwards down the hallway, trying to put some distance between himself and the smirking man sauntering towards him. He would've kept going, however, the closed door to his bedroom stopped him in his tracks and Alex gulped when Yassen's grin widened.
"And where do you think you're going?" Yassen questioned. "I came all the way here just to see you and you run away from me. If I didn't know any better I'd say you didn't like me very much."
"I'd like you better if you weren't coming at me with that look on your face." Alex muttered under his breath, his hand reaching behind his back to try and find the doorknob. His eyes drifted to the side as his hand slid along the door and he smiled in triumph when he found what he was searching for. Before he could turn the handle, two arms appeared next to him, one on each side of his head, and Alex gulped as he stared into Yassen's too close face.
Yassen watched as Alex's eyes widened even further and his breaths began to come out in quick pants. His eyes moved to the younger man's lips and lingered there for a few seconds before moving back up his face. "Why do you keep running away from me?" He asked softly, leaning in so he was almost touching Alex's forehead. "Are you really that scared of me?"
Seeing the look on Yassen's face, Alex calmed slightly. "No, I'm not afraid of you." He finally answered. And that was the truth. Sure the man had killed many people, but he'd never done anything to hurt Alex.
"Then why are you trying so hard to get away from me? Have I done something to upset you in any way?" This time Yassen did rest his forehead on Alex's when he spoke. "Just tell me what I did and I'll fix it."
Alex was unused to seeing Yassen as anything other than a killer so this unsure side of him was both scary and fascinating. Without thinking, he raised his hand and placed in on Yassen's arm in a comforting manner. "You didn't do anything…other than break into my apartment of course." He finished with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.
Dropping his hands down to rest on Alex's hips, Yassen laughed. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
That made Alex pause and look at the older man curiously. "…missed me?"
Taking a deep breath, Yassen nodded his head. "Yes, I've missed you very much. Leaving you in Iraq was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I still had a few loose ends to tie up so I had to go. I'm back now though, and here to stay."
"Whoa, wait a minute here. What exactly are you talking about?" Alex asked, pulling as far away from Yassen as he could.
Yassen took another step forward and pressed himself flush against Alex. "What do you think I'm talking about?" He breathed into the younger man's ear.
Alex's breath caught in his throat as he felt the other man's body against his. This was definitely not how he'd imagined his night would go. First he gets drug out to a bar for several hours, and what does he find when he gets home, an assassin that apparently likes him quite a lot if the arousal pressing into his hip was any indication. "I r-really th-think we should take a step back and talk about things." He stuttered out, hoping the older man would give him some space so he could catch his breath and hopefully think a little clearer. There was a smaller part of him, however, one he was vehemently denying, that was thoroughly enjoying the close proximity. He could smell the soft musky scent of Yassen's skin and if he turned his head just slightly, he'd be able to kiss him.
"That's not what you really want now is it?" Yassen asked, his mouth dropping to Alex's neck. Without giving him a chance to answer, Yassen's tongue slipped out of his mouth and burned a trail from Alex's ear to just beneath his bobbing Adams apple. Smirking when he felt the breath leave Alex in a rush, Yassen slid his right hand further around Alex's back and slid the tips of his fingers under the tight jeans the younger man wore. When Alex's hands came up to grip his arms tightly, he smirked. "No, I didn't think so." With that he turned his head and pressed his mouth to Alex's in a harsh kiss.
Alex was fighting a losing battle and as soon as Yassen's lips met his, his resolve cracked. He'd wanted this for years, probably since the first time he met the older assassin if he were to be honest with himself, but he'd never planned on doing anything about it. He always assumed he'd grow out of his infatuation with the assassin, meet a nice girl one day, settle down, and have a small family of his own. Instead, here he was leaning against his bedroom door with Yassen's tongue forcing its way inside his mouth. When their tongues met, all thought process ceased and his arms moved up to link around Yassen's neck.
Yassen shifted enough so he could slide his left hand around to join his right, pulling the willing body even closer. Angling his head, he pulled back a little and slowed the kiss down to a gentle meshing of mouths. After waiting for so long, he wanted to savor this moment.
They pulled apart a minute later and Yassen slowly licked his lips as he waited for Alex to open his eyes. When his eyelids fluttered open, Yassen leaned in towards his ear. "How about we take this into the bedroom." He whispered, causing Alex to shudder as the warm breath ghosted over his ear. Moving his hands, he slid them further down Alex's pants and squeezed.
Alex didn't even think about it, he simply nodded his head and moved over so he could open the door behind him. Pushing the door open with his foot, he kept his arms around Yassen's neck and pulled him into the room with him. "Now, where were we?" He mumbled, crushing their lips together.
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Several hours later Yassen awoke to the distant sound of a gunshot. Relaxing when he realized that they weren't in any danger, Yassen tilted his head down to look at Alex who was still curled into his side. Moving a piece of hair away from the younger man's face, he ran a thumb over Alex's lips and smiled. This was what he had been searching for, a place to call home and someone to come home to. Turning onto his side, Yassen shifted so he was facing his sleeping partner.
The movement caused Alex to stir and he blinked his eyes open sleepily. Seeing Yassen's face a few inches from his own had Alex jumping up, all those years of combat training kicking in before he even had a chance to think. When Yassen simply raised an eyebrow, Alex laughed sheepishly. "Sorry, instinct." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head and looking anywhere other than the person lying in his bed. Suddenly he realized he was naked and dived for a blanket that had fallen to the floor during their activities. Wrapping it around his waist, he chewed on his lip as his eyes darted about the room.
"Alex, come here." Yassen beckoned with a curl of his finger when Alex continued to stand where he was.
Alex paused and then slowly crawled back onto the bed. He made sure to keep the blanket covering his body and stayed just out of reach of the assassin. It wasn't that he didn't want to touch the man, he did, and that was the problem. They needed to talk and that wouldn't happen if touching was involved.
Shaking his head slightly, Yassen sat up and leaned back against the headboard. All he wanted was for them to curl back up together under the blankets and spend a few more hours getting acquainted with each other's bodies, but it appeared young Alex was going to be difficult this morning. Lacing his hands behind his head, he looked at Alex questioningly. "Well, are you going to continue staring at me like you want to eat me, or was there something you wanted to talk about?"
Alex's eyes flew back up to Yassen's face and he flushed at being caught staring at the older man's chest. "U-um yeah, talk, that's what I wanted to do." He said before pausing. When Yassen continued to stare at him, Alex took a breath and continued. "Last night…well, what I mean to say is…did you…um, how do I put this…"
Yassen chuckled at Alex's jumbled sentence and had the sudden desire to kiss him, but figured the younger man would probably get a little upset with him so he held himself back. As Alex continued to mutter to himself, Yassen pushed away from the headboard and took the other's hand. "If you're trying to figure out what this is, it's exactly what it looks like." He said, lacing their fingers together. "I wanted you, and you wanted me. We were simply acting on those feelings; it's nothing to be ashamed about."
"Who the hell said anything about being ashamed?" Alex demanded, his eyes narrowing as he ripped his hand from Yassen's grasp. "I only wanted to know if this was a onetime thing or if you truly planned on staying here…with me." His voice rose in anger as he continued. "But I suppose you've just answered the question for me." Pushing himself off the bed, he began to walk away when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled.
A firm tug on Alex's wrist had him sprawled out on the bed once more and Yassen quickly straddled the younger man to keep him from moving. Holding his hands above his head, Yassen grinned down at the struggling body beneath him. "There's the Alex I know and love."
"…love?" Alex froze and he blinked up at Yassen in confusion. "You love…"
"Yes Alex, I love you." Yassen said, kissing Alex on the forehead. "And have for quite some time now."
Alex thought about that for a moment. "Then what was that just now."
Yassen smirked. "I was only teasing you. You're cute when you get all angry. Besides, I thought I'd made myself quite clear last night and was a little annoyed that you even had to ask. I guess you could call that your punishment."
"So then you really want to stay here, with me?" Alex asked just to be sure.
Yassen rolled his eyes. "Yes Alex. Now shut up so we can continue with what we were doing last night." Yassen said as he leaned in for another kiss.