Alex sat on the edge of the mattress knees drawn up against his chest his shirt sticky around his shoulders, he felt Yassen move on the bed and smiled as he wrapped his arms around him from behind slotting against him. He'd taken his jeans off fully and his skin was warm against outer thighs as he peeled Alex's shirt from his arms and threw it with his tie into the pile of clothing on the floor.
"Well?" Yassen was pressing tiny kisses over his shoulders.
Alex swallowed. ""The doctor I was with at the stadium, I was at his flat a few days ago and I fell asleep on his sofa."
"Right."
"I had a dream about you and when I woke up I… was hard."
Yassen had gone very still behind him.
"It was dark, and so when he… started touching me I imagined it was you. Afterwards I felt a bit sick so I left."
"Did he hurt you?" his voice was blank.
"No."
Then he was silent, arms loose around him.
"When was this exactly?"
"Last night."
"When you say he touched you…"
"a hand job."
"Vyacheslav said he saw you last night."
Alex supressed the urge to ask about the name. "it happened before I went home, then I had a shower for a long time and went to bed when I woke up he was in my room."
"What was your nightmare about?"
Alex sighed. "it was really weird."
"Tell me."
"Have you heard of the TV show blind date?"
"No."
Alex felt the urge to laugh at that but didn't. "You have one person on one side of the stage and three on the other and they cant see each other and then the one person has to choose which of the three on the other they'd like to go out with from asking them questions."
"I see."
"So I was on one side and you and Serin were on the other and the me that was in the dream picked Serin."
"What-"
"Wait. I haven't finished." Alex took a deep breath and continued. "And then you walked back stage and out into an Alley and… and you shot yourself."
"Turn around."
Alex turned and yassen guided him onto his lap with his legs wrapped around his waist. "I don't care about what you did with Serin, that's my fault for leaving and you obviously didn't enjoy it much."
Alex shook his head.
"I had a dream about you, well many… but the one I remember most was that I went to where they buried you in Libya and I accepted you were dead and drove away."
Alex ran his hand through Yassen's hair. "What were you expecting to find when you dug me up?"
"It was logical that you were dead, Vy said before we opened the coffin that I shouldn't expect you to be alive but obviously I hoped."
"Who is he?"
"Vyacheslav?"
"I don't think you were supposed to tell me his name."
"I know, call him by whatever name he gave you. We grew up together."
"In Russia?"
"Yes, I looked after him when he was very small and then when he turned five I got recruited and I had to choose between him and getting out. Then when he was fifteen I came back after finishing my training and I found out that he'd…" Yassen sighed. "Well I never thought he'd forgive me, I still don't think he has."
"What do you mean?"
"It's not something I think I should tell you."
"And now he's freelance intelligence."
"Did MI6 tell you that?"
"Yes, showed me all the passport photos they have. They still don't know his name though."
"Don't tell them."
"Obviously, how old is he?"
"Twenty four, I got him apprenticed to a man I met in Malagasto and now he runs his own web of agents for anyone who'll pay him."
"Why did he rescue Serin?"
"I asked him to, I was doing another job at the time."
Alex nodded and shifted slightly as he felt liquid running down the back of his leg.
"What is it?" Yassen asked.
"Nothing… I'm just-" he winced. "Leaking."
"Oh."
"Is the water on here?"
"Yes."
"Shower?"
Yassen nodded. "In a minute."
"You don't… you know… have anything do you?"
"Would I not use a condom if I did?" Yassen asked.
"I don't know, I suppose not." Alex was blushing, avoiding his eyes.
He stayed motionless for a moment but then kissed the top of his head pulling him close. "You don't trust me anymore."
Alex didn't know what to say so he simply rested his forehead against his chest.
"How long can you stay?"
"Not for much longer I was supposed to be home a while ago."
Yassen sighed. "A shower then…"
Sitting in maths the next day Alex was smiling as he looked out the window and saw a strange man on the roof of a nearby building. Standing on a rooftop twenty minutes later watching a helicopter sink into the Thames he wished he had some way of contacting Yassen, something wasn't right…