A/N: idk guys. I was bored and I was watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Smith reminded me of Smythe, and I thought this would be a cute idea. My Kurtbastian googles have filtered everything for me in the last month. I couldn't help it. Here's to hoping this doesn't disappoint!
:D
"Ha habido un bombardeo en el casino de Viña del Mar. Repito, Ha habido un atentado en el casino de Viña del Mar. Actividades e individuos sospechosos deben ser reportados inmediatamente a la policía municipal." ("There has been a bombing at the Viña del Mar casino. Repeat. There has been an attack at the Viña del Mar casino. Suspicious activities and individuals should be reported immediately to the municipal police.")
The sirens blared throughout the city, and panic quickly ensued around Sebastian. Women were screaming, men were cursing, and children were crying. He casually maneuvered his way through the traffic of cars that was building on the street, glancing over his shoulder every few steps to make sure there was no one on his trail. As soon as he passed the street, he began to jog through allies that would normally be accompanied by skilled merchants and vendors with stolen goods. The explosion must have frightened them to abandonment.
Sebastian wiped the sweat glistening on his forehead with the back of his hand before approaching the doors of his hotel. He had hoped the small stain of dried blood on his knuckle remained unnoticed by the two armed men guarding surrounding the grand building. They eyed him cautiously, their fingers tightening around the grip of their gun.
"What are you doing outside of the building? All of the guests were asked to stay in their rooms," one of them barked.
"I was wandering around. I don't know what's going on—"
"Where were you wandering around?" the second asked, his thumb reaching for the safety catch and drawing closer towards Sebastian.
"Around the city. I'm here on vacation—" Sebastian started, eyes glancing casually around the area when his gaze caught an idle stranger adjusting his clothes before sneaking past the men confronting Sebastian at the moment. "—with my friend, who is waiting for me inside. I'm sure he's terribly alarmed so if I could just go inside—"
"Show us your friend."
Well, fuck me sideways. Sebastian smiled tightly at the policemen and slipped past them, hearing their footsteps close on his heel. He opened the large golden doors and almost released an audible sigh when he found the stranger talking quietly with the employee at the front desk. Sebastian motioned towards him to the men behind him, expecting them to retreat outside. Yet they remained in place, fingers still gripping the firearm that rested comfortably in their hands. Sebastian rolled his eyes and approached his friend who was now moving swiftly in the direction of the elevator at the back of the lounge. Sebastian grabbed him by the arm, which elicited a gasp from the shorter man in his clutch, and turned him face at the guards.
Through a clenched smile, Sebastian pleaded, "Just go with me on this one." He gave a little wave to the disgruntled men, watching them take steps back towards the entrance with eyes still focused on the pair of visitors who were obviously from out of state. Sebastian turned around and walked with the other man to the elevator, both waiting awkwardly for lift to reach their floor. When the elevator doors opened, they stepped inside, a small smile playing on each of their lips. When the doors had closed, Sebastian pressed the button for the fourteenth floor and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped itself. He turned to thank the man for complying with his act only to find the rather attractive stranger fighting his own laughter with a pale hand slightly covering his mouth.
"Thank you," they said at the same time. It was then that neither could conceal their laughter and amusement any longer.
"Who knows what would have happened if they caught me as easily as you did at the door," the stranger said between little fits of laughter.
"Yeah. They probably would have skinned us alive and fed us to President Piñera's hounds," Sebastian joked, shaking his head at the idea. "All for wandering the bazars—"
"—or grabbing lunch in the city, unaware of the havoc happening at the casino," the man added, his laughter reducing to a smile. Sebastian cocked his head and looked curiously at his counterpart.
"Is that what the explosion was?"
The other nodded. "Yeah. Overheard some officers talking about a planned attack on the individuals inside." He leaned his back flat into the wall, glancing over to Sebastian with that smile still on his face. "Kurt Hummel." Sebastian shoved his hands in the pocket of his slacks. He offered a half smile when his eyes met the blue ones belonging to Kurt.
"Sebastian Smythe."
The doors had slid open when they reached to Sebastian's designation floor. He stepped out at the same pace as Kurt, who blushed ever so slightly at the contact their hands made while heading for the door.
"You're on this floor?" Sebastian asked, gesturing for Kurt to step out first.
"Mhm…room 1428."
Sebastian bit his lip, struggling to hide the smile threatening to surface. "Room 1427."
"Well, isn't that the strangest coincidence?" Kurt teased. So they walked silently down the hall, side by side and stole glances at each other when the other wasn't looking.
Sebastian had reached the room across from Kurt, and as he opened his door, he turned to bid his farewell. "It was nice—"
"Would you like to have dinner tonight?" Kurt asked suddenly, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his black waistcoat. He looked down at his feet and Sebastian ignored the irritating voice in the back of his head that adored the blush spreading across his cheeks. "I mean if you're not doing anything. Or anyone…wait!...I mean if you're not doing anything with anyone later…so that you and I can have dinner…And I won't judge you even if you're doing someone later…it's not my business. Though I'd like to make it my business…okay…I'll shut up now and let you get on to doing—"
There was that irritating voice in the back of Sebastian's head again. "I'd love to have dinner later." Kurt looked up from the floor and smiled at him. "8 o'clock okay?"
"Yeah. It's perfect."
Sebastian leaned against his door, his smirk in place while he watched Kurt wave and slip into his room. Sebastian entered his own room and tossed aside his shirt to inspect his body in the full mirror. There was a dark bruise forming on his left rib cage and another one on his right shoulder blade.
The mission went a bit messier than Sebastian had anticipated. He didn't expect Lucas Castillo's to have his mistresses present in his office, or his business partners from China, or his son Rodrigo. Sebastian had concentrated his assassination on the three known security guards Castillo takes everywhere and Castillo himself. Attempting a clean murder with that many people present roughened his plan, which is now evident by the darkening marks on his body and his reddened, bloodstained knuckles.
Then there was the damn explosion that had further made his plans askew. It was not an accident, as Kurt had pointed out earlier. It was timed perfectly to target Castillo's son, Sebastian had noticed. He was watching the surveillance camera from Castillo's office after he had disposed the head of the billion-dollar mogul by the bodies of his guards. Sebastian's eye caught a small red light flickering on the wall when Rodrigo had walked by. At the precise moment he passed by the miniature device, the camera had blacked out and the entire casino shook. Sebastian had made his escape through the vents in the office, till he reached the garage and made his way to the hotel.
Sebastian headed for the bathroom to soak his aching body in hot water. He turned the faucet of the tub and waited for it to fill. He finished undressing himself and turned the faucet off. He stepped in, hissing a little at the scorching temperature of the water. His body relaxed after a few moments of adjustment.
His mind trailed to Kurt, who had unexpectedly and inadvertently saved his mission from failing completely. Sebastian knows that he is one of the most sought out assassins in America, and he is pretty damn great at his job. But very rarely does he have sloppy moments, like today. Thankfully, Kurt was willing to cooperate with Sebastian. He allowed himself to smile when thinking about Kurt.
Kurt was a pretty guy. Sebastian had nearly memorized every feature his eyes had grazed over. The fair porcelain skin, the clear blue orbs between long eyelashes, the bubblegum colored tint of his full lips, the slightly rosy cheeks that never lost its shade, the lean figure shown off in skin-tight jeans, white long sleeve, and waistcoat.
He was very dangerously pretty guy.
Sebastian was not a fan of picking up company on missions, but he allowed himself to occasionally indulge in what the city had to offer. Except none of his other encounters were like Kurt. None of them had been by chance and none of them had been treated to dinner. Not a single one.
He sighed and picked up a bar of soap. He ran it over his arms and torso, then scrubbed with the bath sponge.
For the first time since his sophomore year in high school, Sebastian Smythe was going on a date.
Sebastian had knocked on Kurt's door at exactly 8 o'clock. He was unsure of what to wear; he didn't want to overdo his attire and he made sure not to undress either. After several changes, he opted for a gray v-neck, dark jeans, and a black blazer. He really didn't understand why he fussed so much about tonight. He would only see Kurt for a few hours, and then depart for New York tomorrow afternoon.
But he did put in the effort to combing his hair back so it didn't bother him by falling over his face. At least that's what he told himself. It didn't matter that the women back at the headquarters told him how much they appreciated this look on him. Or how he had managed to get several gifts and accommodations while overseas when his green eyes weren't being hidden under a full head of hair. No, he hadn't done it to impress Kurt Hummel.
He waited patiently for Kurt to answer the door. When the sound of feet shuffling came from the other end, Sebastian and lifted his head to greet his date. His date. It still sounded foreign in Sebastian's mind, but he braced himself for Kurt's arrival.
He patience had proven worthwhile when the door opened and he was met with Kurt's smile.
"Hi, Sebastian."
Sebastian almost wanted to smack himself for gawking at Kurt, who was wearing the absolute tightest pair of white jeans he had ever seen in his life. He cleared his throat and licked his lips that had suddenly gone dry.
"Good evening, Kurt. Are you ready to head out?"
"Yeah, just give me a second to grab my keys. I'll be right back," Kurt said. He turned back into his room and the impulse to smack himself was itching away again at Sebastian, because he emitted a small groan at the sight of Kurt from behind in those fucking jeans. Kurt returned and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. "Is there anywhere in particular that you have in mind?"
Sebastian tried his best not to think about how impossible it would be for Kurt to be wearing any kind of undergarment beneath the jeans. He cleared his throat again and began to walk down the hall and towards the elevator. "Well, considering that we're not allowed to step foot outside of the hotel, how about we hit the restaurant in the lobby? I have yet to try it."
Kurt nodded in agreement. "That's fine. I haven't either." He regarded Sebastian with a curious eye. "Where are you from, if I may ask?"
"New York City. Decided I need a few days break from the endless amount of work I'm always doing at my firm. Boy, did I choose the right place for solidarity or what?" Sebastian scoffed.
Kurt giggled and bumped Sebastian with his shoulder, and Sebastian tried not to wince at the contact he had made with the bottom of the bruised blade. "Maybe next time you'll consider going outside of the Americas." They stopped in front of the elevator and waited for the lift. "So you're a lawyer, huh? You're awfully young to be a partner at your own firm. I don't know if I should be impressed at with your success or worried about your manipulative skills. You might have a strong bite to your personality."
Sebastian gave him a smug smile and allowed for Kurt to step into the elevator first when the doors had opened. "Both. But I don't bite too hard, although I could if you like." He didn't miss the blush passing through Kurt's face.
He had a feeling dinner would be a lot more enjoyable than anything else he could have done tonight.
And it had been. Sebastian was revealed to a sarcastic side of Kurt that had been shoved silently in a corner during their other encounters. He found that he rather enjoyed the playful banters that were happening over dinner. Sebastian would tease Kurt about his order (which really lacked any sustenance other than green leaves) and Kurt would tell him to shut up and wipe the oil dripping from the side of his head from all that gel he was using to "sculpt that obnoxious CW hair." Sebastian also discovered that Kurt worked for a high-end fashion designer in New Haven, Connecticut. The idea of Kurt being only a few hundred miles away from his home warmed Sebastian.
The night had been entirely too short. When they headed back upstairs, Sebastian opened his door, turned to face Kurt, and silently invited him inside. Kurt hadn't bothered to head towards his own room as he grabbed Sebastian's hand and led him inside.
The next morning had Sebastian waking up naked and alone. He looked around for any sign of Kurt, but no traces of clothing could be found. He got up to brush his teeth and wash his face, slipping on a pair of boxers in the process. He headed back into the bedroom and heart the door open. Kurt was entering with a tray that had a plate of food and two cups of what smelled like freshly brewed coffee.
"Good morning. I hope you don't mind that I took your keys for a bit. I needed to get back in." Kurt set the tray down and offered Sebastian a cup of coffee. He took it silently and sipped the hot liquid.
"Thank you," Sebastian said. He put his coffee down on the bedside drawer, and threw his arm around Kurt's waist. He pulled him in for a deep kiss and felt Kurt's hand cup his jaw. "Come back with me. Let's get married." He didn't know why he had said it. It was out of impulse and he was half expecting Kurt to reject the idea. But he didn't. Instead, he looked up at Sebastian with big eyes and smiled.
"Let's do it."