Another car, a citron left hand drive. He slumped in the front seat while Yassen drove pulling off the vest half-heartedly and looking at where the bullets were embedded in the material. It was still dribbling blood from between layers of fibres and his white school shirt was brownish red and sticky as he pulled it back on. There were huge bruises blossoming over his chest and he was sure one of his ribs was cracked, he had one on the abused skin over his heart and another on his left side just below his pec.

Yassen parked in an underground car park and they took a lift up to the sixth floor of a building where he let himself into 614.

"Where are we?" Alex asked holding his rib as he made his way into a small kitchen where everything was crammed into every available space.

"It doesn't matter." Yassen slammed the front door behind him and deadlocked it. "Who's idea was that?"

"Blunt's."

The assassin looked dangerous as he began to pace the kitchen. Alex had never seen him like this, before he'd always been calm and collected, never as explosive as he seemed to be now.

"You actually walked out there and sat down with the intention of getting shot?"

Alex nodded.

"How did he know where you were going to be?"

"He bugged my phone."

"I can't believe you went through with this."

"They wanted to catch him."

"I can think of hundreds of other ways to use that information! MI6 weren't this fucking stupid when John was with them, they can't have been."

"I didn't want to do it."

"So why did you!" Now he was shouting. "They don't own you!"

"They said he'd shoot me in the chest."

"And what if he'd missed, what if he'd shot off your arm instead, got you in the head? What if he'd decided to spray the area with bullets."

"I guess I'm just lucky."

Yassen froze and instantly Alex knew he'd said the wrong thing. There was deathly silence for a moment and then he turn around and grabbed him by his shirt and jacket shaking him hard.

"Lucky? You could have fucking died Alex! I thought you were dead!"

He turned and hit the side of the microwave that sat on the counter swiping it straight off so it crashed onto the floor. Running both hands through his hair he leant on the counter, chest heaving. Alex stood there looking at him, frozen with what he recognised as fear for a moment before finally realising something.

Yassen had seen his father shot on a bridge and thought he was dead, he'd watch him "die". Then today he'd watched Alex get shot in the chest barely a couple of metres from him. He tried to imagine how he'd feel if he'd seen the assassin shot right in front of him.

Slowly he made his way around him and took his right hand putting it over his heart. He looked sideways at him.

"I still here Yassen." He just held his hand there letting him feel his heart beat. "I'm alive."

The assassin reached up with his other blood-flecked hand and cupped the side of his face pulling Alex towards him and kissing him softly. Almost like he was tissue paper. Lips barely touching. He didn't dare move, his breath catching in his throat until Yassen turned to him properly opening his mouth and deepening the kiss before wrapping an arm around his waist and slamming him into the wall.

Something dropped with a crash and the tinkle of breaking glass. Alex pushed into the kiss spreading his legs and felt Yassen press hard against him, hips angular against his inner thighs. He wanted this, wanted to feel his heart beat against his rib cage and tell him he was okay. The assassin slid his hand down from over his heart to his ribs and he twitched grabbing his hand as he pushed over the bruise and broke the kiss to let out a little moan of pain.

Taking no notice, Yassen started kissing the side of his neck, sucking and dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin beneath his jaw.

"Uh." Alex tipped his head back to allow him more room and hugged him tight raking his fingers through his hair, wall hard against the back of his head as the Russian kissed him again. Then he drew back shrugging his jacket off and throwing it hard into a cupboard, Alex did the same with his blazer and lifted Yassen's tee-shirt but he caught his hand and shoved him back into the wall. His head cracked into the plaster and the world blurred

Unbuttoning the front of Alex's school trousers Yassen pushed them down a little and turned him around holding him still with a hand on his lower back while he pulled them down the rest of the way. The younger could feel his cock touching the cold wall and tried to slow his breathing as the assassin nudged his legs further apart with his knees and dragged something over the counter. A quick glance told him it was a bottle of olive oil and a moment later the liquid was slipping between his cheeks, being massaged in with long fingers.

Alex rested his forehead against his wrist and swallowed thickly, waiting and then screwed his eyes closed with a hiss as two fingers slid inside, forcing their way to the knuckle and then back out again. He did it twice before adding a third.

"Shit." Alex said, hitting the wall and feeling a tear spring from his eye as Yassen stretched him.

"What?" Yassen started to mark his neck pressing against him and rubbing his length against his perineum and balls.

"Nothing." Alex gasped feeling him curl his fingers and touch his prostate before pulling back again and pushing hard back in. "Oh god."

He did it again, and again and then harder till he was muffling small screams into his arm. Then he withdrew his fingers and turned him back around kneeling down and untangling his feet from his shoes and trousers. Alex tried to avoid stepping on the glass as he put his bare feet down on the lino of the floor, steadying himself on Yassen's shoulder. The Russian still had all of his clothing on but his jacket with just the front of his cargos pulled down, and his slid his hands up Alex's inner thighs to midway before lifting him so his legs were hooked over his elbows and his upper body curled.

He lined himself up with his entrance, head of his cock soft and slippery with oil against the muscle, and then pushed forwards pressure building until he slipped inside.

"Fuck." Alex buried his hand in his hair and pulled, head snapping back and hitting the wall with a thud.

Yassen pushed the rest of the way in with a moan and pressed his forehead to Alex's shoulder, breath coming out in ragged gasps. "So tight."

Alex's hand was bunched in Yassen's tee-shirt, he wished he'd taken it off. He started to move against him and he hissed in pain.

"Yassen please." Alex pleaded. "Slowly, please slow."

He pulled out a little way and slid back inside, even deeper now and with some Russian words Alex was sure were curses. Then he did it again pulling out a little further and thrusting a little harder, hands curled tight where they rested on his waist.

Alex watched Yassen lift his head and look him in the eye, drawing out and shifting his hips forward before pushing back inside. His eyes snapped shut and he twitched violently head hitting the wall again, barely had he opened his eyes before the assassin did it again. Hitting his prostate mercilessly.

He was almost pulling out Yassen's hair, hitching up his tee-shirt at the back and leaving scratches over his shoulders. Prickly heat was shimmering over his skin in waves and he'd almost scream every time the assassin shifted his hold on his legs curling him up further or letting him slip down the wall. He couldn't take it, everything was overstimulated and contracted but it wasn't quite enough to bring him over the edge.

"Touch me?" he gasped.

"Not yet."

"God please, please…" he leant down and kissed him sinking his teeth into his lip, the assassin moaned holding the kiss and thrusting up hard. Alex carded his fingers through his hair digging his fingernails into his shoulder blade and reaching down to stroke himself but Yassen intercepted his hand and pinned it by his head.

"Wait."

It was overwhelming, he was on fire in a state of almost euphoria; dizzy with it.

"Yassen?"

The assassin swallowed and moved Alex's leg up till it rested over his shoulder, Bending him almost double and gripped his dick. The spy lost track of everything, eyes closed and then finally came, body spasms running the length of him as he did. He felt Yassen bury himself deep and opened his eyes seeing him shiver all over and jerk through his release.

His leg slipped slowly from his shoulder and he clung to him curling it around his waist as he let it drop. Supporting Alex's weight he shuffled into the next room and leant against the wall sliding down it till he was sat against it with the boneless teen in his lap

"I'm sorry." The younger muttered against his shoulder. "I didn't know where was blood in the vest, I thought he'd used armour piercing rounds."

Yassen gently pushed him to the side off his lap and pulled his trousers up doing up the button, Alex stared at him confused as he got to his feet but relaxed closing his eyes when he lifted him into his arms.

"For a moment I thought you were leaving."

He laid him in a double bed in another room and pulled off his top before joining him.

Alex shrugged into his arms kissing him softly feeling that his lip was swollen where he'd bitten him.

"Why did you tell me to go?"

Yassen kissed him this time turning him over and pressing himself to his back.

"Sleep, we'll talk about it later."

Alex smiled. "Okay."