Disclaimer: I don't own the MW3 characters or their likeness or the COD franchise story, blah, blah,blah. :) However the non MW3 characters such as the Ukrainian guy, any background characters and other random characters who appear in the story are all my own creations.

Warning: Adult content, here mild language. If you don't like slash or guy/guy relationships please stop reading. For those who are okay with it proceed. You've been cautioned.

Sabre chuckled signaling the end of the story. Vasili asked what was so funny.

"You can't even answer a simple question!"

"I didn't want to disappoint him." Sabre groaned and told him he was a whimp. Vasili told him to shut up. Threats didn't hurt Sabre's feelings none. Imran called Vasili upstairs. Sabre remembered he wanted to take a shower and possible nap.

Imran sat at the edge of his bed across from Vasili in his comfy armchair. His dad looked disgusted. Vasili assumed he had heard his whole conversation with Sabre.

"Are you okay Vasili? How are you doing?" He glanced at his hand rubbing his knee. Imran's arms were folded across his chest.

"I'm okay…"

"No! You're pissed off about something!" Imran had seen Vasili clenching his fists and grinding his teeth. He acted like an addict in the withdrawal stage of stopping his addiction.

"Dad…You make me feel uncomfortable like I disappointed you."

"We're back to this again? Damnit Vasili! You're not a disappointment. You're not some experiment that messed up. I like you! I love you…Okay. You understand!" Vasili melted into the armchair. His papa's confessions of love were strange. Imran tapped his fingers on the mattress. He wanted to tell Vasili about why he refused to leave him alone when his mother left.

"Vasili…" Imran began in a low voice. Vasili leaned forward in the chair. "…I was thinking of when your mum left. I could've left you to die. Or let the state adopt you. You'd be dead by now…Sorry…

"I couldn't leave you alone. As much as I was tempted I refused. You were hurting a lot from your mama's separation. You never got over it. I'm glad I took you to stay with Uncle Ruslan and grandpa." Vasili smiled as a thank you escaped his lips. Despite Imran's calm demeanor, he truly loved his son. He just wasn't good at showing it.

"But you get mad when I'm with clients or go to work." Vasili said. Imran shook his head.

"It's a miracle you're not dead or have any diseases. You know how hard it is telling people your son is an escort?" Vasili opened his mouth. He quickly closed it. "People don't care when I tell them."

"I hate it! I hate what you are doing! It's not work its whoring and I want you to never do it again in your life! Vasili!" He jumped while Imran shouted the order. He was sure Yuri and Sabre heard them. Vasili left the room. His father rarely spoke with him nowadays long enough to anger him about his work. Imran had pissed him off. It didn't matter if he was his dad. He decided not to speak with him for the next two days if he could.

"What's up Yuri?" Vasili greeted him in the dark kitchen. "Hey Vasili how are you doing?" Yuri yawned methodically. He spent the whole afternoon watching TV for a change. His eyes were glazed over. Yuri held a bowl of homemade macaroni pasta in his right hand and held up an ice cream cone in his left. Vasili took the cone. Yuri excused himself from the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Vasili asked. "Oh there's a good movie on Channel 8. I think its called Gator Guys its hilarious. I'm going back to it. Peace!" He watched Yuri flee. He wondered where Sabre might be doing at the moment. Probably jacking off or sleeping up in the loft. As long as he didn't harass him tonight. Vasili sat in the living room licking his ice cream cone. It melted over his fingers. The vanilla strawberry swirl tasted great going down. He enjoyed the flavor and sucked hungrily on his fingers. It was a sin to waste delicious deserts without devouring it. The ice cream satisfied him but he was still bored.

Against his judgment, he went to find Sabre. At least he kept him company. Sabre only took naps when he was sleep deprived. He lay on his back in Vasili's bed staring up at the ceiling fan. Vasili spent most his time and slept on the couch. He thought Vasili didn't need to sleep during the night since he had the whole day. Than again he never understood the young man's schedule.

"What are you doing here? Why ain't you in your own room?" asked Vasili upon entering the room. He stopped in front of the bed facing Sabre before playing with the blanket pooled at Sabre's feet.

"Yuri was watching a stupid movie and eating loudly. I came in here to sleep." He looked Vasili up and down. The younger man cringed nervously. Sabre sat up. His black hair had been brushed forward before he lay down. Sabre's hair was a lot shorter than Vasili assumed first time around. His hair was stringy and neatly combed back behind his ears. A small turf of hair was combed forward and spiked up. While lying down he kept feeling spiders and worms crawl in his hair. However those things were just his imagination.

Vasili sighed under his breath as he focused his sight on the blank white wall across from the bed. Nothing would happen between he and Sabre he was sure of it. None of his clients caught his fancy like Jonas. No matter how hard Sabre hinted or nudged him, he won't succumb to peer pressure. He knew his limits. Vasili leaned against the wall still staring at it. Sabre knelt beside Vasili on the bed.

"Let me see your eyes?" He reached up to his chin and turned the younger man to face him. "Your eyes are brown? I thought they were hazel."

"What the hell are you doing looking at my eyes!" Vasili yanked away from Sabre.

"Your dad has beautiful eyes. They're green and blue how'd he get em?"

"I don't know! Don't piss me off!" Vasili huffed.

"You're too uptight Vasili…You're acting like the people who feel they're losers…"

"I'm not a loser!" Vasili repeated to himself jabbing Sabre's chest. "I ain't a loser you asshole!" Vasili pulled away from him. At that moment he stood up marched to the door. Sabre asked him what was wrong. He kept quiet leaving as fast he could.

The following afternoon Vasili asked Sabre if he wanted to come to one of the hotels in Lille with him. Sabre was about to say no but thought on Vasili's intentions. He wanted to have a private conversation without Imran or Yuri eavesdropping on their conversation. Sabre agreed.

The hotel they stayed in belonged to a French Russian man named Nikolai who once worked with Taskforce 141. But he retired due to a broken back. He'd recover by now. When Nikolai saw Vasili and Sabre approached his reception desk he assumed they belonged to the huge Bat Mitzvah party that arrived hours ago. Sabre straightened everything out. He used an old credit card he kept in his satchel to pay for the room for two nights.

Vasili briefly sat on a circle stool beside the glass elevators listening to the hiphop song coming from the hotel's own club. The strobe lights and screaming preteens annoyed him. The teenagers he saw ran around the hallway dressed in suits and yarmulks. They were playing freeze tag the quiet version. One guy fell face first on the floor.

"Vasili come on." Sabre distracted him. He dropped the second room key in his hand. A loud thud followed by a ceramic pot smashing on the tile floor distracted him.

"What was that!" Nikolai shouted. "My flower pot! What's wrong with you kids! Aah!" Nikolai headed towards the culprit scrambling to run. Vasili recognized their fear as the sign of drunkenness. The glass elevator reminded him of his dad's unpredictable vertigo each time he rode a see through elevator. Imran had to close his eyes in fear of falling through the glass. Vasili was grateful he didn't inherit the fear from him.

Sabre swiped the card key through the door's metallic lock. The sensor blinked red and he had to do it again. Vasili entered in a daze. Since seeing the indoor club he wondered if he could work while Sabre showered. He wanted to work. He needed to stay focus. The bat mitzvah probably had some potential clients running after the drunk teens. Vasili sat on the bed sighing with his eyes lowered to the floor. Sabre told him he'd be taking a long shower. Vasili had no problem. The longer he soaked under hot running water, he'd be able to squeeze in two clients. Vasili turned on the TV not anticipating any particular show. The first channel was a comedy show in French but subtitled in Russian. He hated improvised comedy. The three comedians, all women stood in front of the camera smacking their lips and making motorbike to tell their joke about a motorcycle crash. Vasili shut the TV off. He made up his mind to return downstairs. Being around music pumping from loud speakers and giggling teenagers sounded refreshing.

Vasili knocked on the bathroom door anxious.

"Hey man! I'm going to check out the club. I'll be back later."

"That's good…You need to go out and socialize." Sabre's voice was drowned out by the shower. Vasili slammed the door to make sure it locked than headed to the elevator. The ride seemed shorter. He followed the pulsating hip hop music stopping in front of the club. The large Bat Mitzvah crowd was slowly exiting for the night. A skinny seventeen year old passed in front of him surrounded by four girls wearing knee length dresses and high heels. Glitter and confetti covered their hair and entire bodies. The boy tied his tie around his head and blew into a noise maker. The two girls shrieked, "the most epic bat mitzvah ever! Thank you Roxanne!" They stopped to snap a photo with their camera phone. Vasili missed the drunken nights with his friends in university. He didn't drink with them. The strobe lights still flashed and the confetti circulated around the room. The club was actually a lounge with a neon blue and yellow titled floor. The whole floor was covered with glitter. Vasili found confetti in his hair and on his shoulders. Yep most of the clubbers were teens. Shit! He searched for any adult. There was no one not even a chaperone.

He exited to the side door leading to a portico and balcony. The other guests were outside running around or gesturing celebration signs with their hands and arms. He still didn't see any adults. The balcony led to a Greenfield gated by long square bushes. The teenagers lay on the grass pointing at the stars or smoked quietly. Vasili knew they were all sleeping well tonight. Where were all the chaperones?

He walked in the direction of a small group of adults standing near the hotel's entrance. Ah finally! Vasili crossed over to them finding the distance difficult. One of the five men looked familiar. He stopped a few feet by the man dressed in a black causal suit with a white button down shirt. He was the only one not wearing a yarmulke. Vasili's heart fluttered with the burning sensation pouring down his body. He recognized his former client/lover anywhere. His smile was recognizable. It was not possible. The professor attended the Bat Mitzvah. How did he know the party host? Vasili hated approaching an old friend in front of the crowd. He wasn't a talkative person in a large group.

Jonas greeted him with a holy shit. One of the men cringed disgusted. He apologized to the young Rabbi and introduced Vasili as a friend. Vasili waved shyly wanting to leave the group immediately. This was not how he imagined a reunion. Vasili asked him if they could talk in private. Jonas thanked the men. He joined Vasili on his hurried walk inside the hotel. Jonas draped an arm on Vasili's shoulder and hugged him tightly.

"How are you Vasili? What've you been up to?" Vasili felt his cheeks turn red. Why did Jonas make him feel good? He knew this was not a dream.

"Fine."

"Just fine? Not fantastic?" Jonas smiled. They were in the elevator heading to Jonas' room.

"I'm okay…Boy has it been two years for real?"

"Yeah." Vasili hesitated. He stuttered whenever he was nervous. "Umm…"

Jonas allowed him to walk ahead as he spoke.

"I've been feeling depressed." Jonas looked at him confused. He imagined Vasili as a carefree young man not a person sulking in depression.

"Why?" They entered the suite. The bed was big for four people to have their own space. Vasili lay down at ease. Jonas sat next to him began stroking his face.

"How do you know the party people? You're Jewish?" Jonas chuckled.

"No. I was invited by the aunt. My dad's related to a friend of a friend." Vasili nodded placing his hand on Jonas' roving hand.

"You were saying?" Jonas kissed Vasili's temples and cheeks. He tried to control himself.

"I'm not doing clients. I stopped for now. My dad's scared I'll die at a young age." Vasili closed his eyes when he received a kiss on the lips. Jonas lay on his side tickling Vasili's stomach.

"It's understandable. You got checked for everything?"

"Yes…I don't have any diseases. No HIV or AIDS. Not even ganorra or any crotch germs."

"Gross…It's great to see you." Jonas smiled through half closed eyelids. Vasili looked at him noticing the professor was now asleep. Vasili grinned. Jonas was a funny character.

"Jonas I'm going." Jonas mumbled okay. Vasili kicked him. He waited a few seconds. Than left.

Sabre sat on the bed's edge waiting for room service. He couldn't sleep at all. Vasili said hi in annoyance. Jonas wasn't like Sabre. He could spend hours with the professor and be mesmorized by his charm. Sabre had no charm. Room service finally arrived startling them. Sabre got up to answer the door. The server read the order aloud.

"Monsieur Yoann Ambrosi?" Sabre answered yeah handing his blue credit card to the server. Vasili observed only half interested. Damn Sabre was swiping the card a lot. He wondered if it was maxed out by now.

"…Your order Ravioli con carne, Parisian salad and lamb shish kebab." Sabre turned his nose up to the lamb skewers.

"I asked for beef."

"Sorry sir…The kitchen only had lamb and its closed now." Sabre sighed quietly. He thanked the server for the plate and took it hurriedly. The server left soon afterwards.

"You're hungry Vasili?" He showed the young man the plate. He said an affirmative no. Sabre set the plate on the nightstand beside the bed. Sabre folded his hands together waited for Vasili to talk. Three minutes of silence befell them. He groaned and sucked his teeth. He should've known Vasili never started a conversation. He looked to the TV screen reflecting their faces and hunched over bodies. Vasili looked pissed but held his anger in his chest. That was a warning sign of a tantrum or terrifying outburst.

"Vasili? Do you like me?" Sabre asked in a low whisper.

"What?" Vasili turned his head this time to Sabre.

"Do you like me? You know generally…I mean in general." Vasili seemed to think about the answer for a long time. He pierced his lips together than relaxed.

"No!" Sabre felt his heart drop. All this trouble and the young man could've told him this earlier.

"…Vasili…" He didn't know what to say. The strong no was not a joke or misinterpretation of his anger. Sabre decided to leave the room hopefully Vasili's awful mood would change if they remind apart.

Sabre sat in the hotel's café at first playing on his phone than dialed Imran's number. Imran had a good knowledge of how to change an angry behavior. Imran picked up on the second ring. He obviously been sleeping.

"…Who's this?"

"Sabre. I need to talk about your son." Imran woke up.

"What happened? He's hurt? Where is he!"

"Relax he's fine. He's trying to work up a huge ass tantrum."

"Heh! Heh! That's why you called me! Ah Sabre! You're too soft! You can't deal with a small tantrum! What do you belong to the GIGN?"

"Yeah I see where Vasili gets his humor from."

"He used to be worst than now. He was a pouty kid I had to throw him on the couch a couple of times. It calmed him down but I think he loved the adrenaline. Don't worry…Vasili will come back to his senses."

"He doesn't like me at all."

"Well playing Sigmund Freud is a great way to piss anybody off!" Yuri shouted over Imran into the phone. Imran shoved him away.

"I'm going back to sleep Sabre. Talk to Vasili. He's not that stubborn. Good night." Imran hung up. Sabre sent a quick text to Vasili. He received a response five minutes later. No I don't wanna talk and I'm not in the room. Leave me the hell alone! Well that answered his question of what to do. He'd stay in the café all night if he was able.