First of all. I do not own Alex Rider or it's characters that belongs to Anthony Horowitz. This is set in a time that Yassen hadn't died. It has been on my mind to write this. This is my first fan fic in 10 years so please be easy on me. Yes there are some mild sexual themes. If you don't like it then leave.

Flashbacks. That's what haunted this fifteen year old's mind. His last mission in Cairo had slightly triggered it much further than his other previous missions. Sat in the empty house in Chelsea that once belonged to his uncle Ian Rider and shared with his closest friend and guardian since his uncle's death Jack Starbright. Alex would lay in his bed . Brown eyes wide open. It was a cold night in London. He had returned from Cairo a few months back. Things had not been the same.

Every time he closed his eyes to a fitted sleep all that would play in his mind was the death of the housekeeper Ian had once hired. Jack was not only his guardian but his closest friend too. Someone whom he could talk to anything about. His life in MI6 was a secretive one and due to many laws he couldn't open up to anyone. These flashbacks were causing a permanent insomnia. He dreamed of things he shouldn't and his heart ached since events in America. The death of a certain blue eyed killer. It made him slightly more vulnerable. That man had a link to his deceased father whom he never got the opportunity to know.

Six months had since passed Cairo and his attempted suicide. He had gone back into a normal life. MI6 deciding he wasn't fit for a mission since his breakdown. School passed by quick the routine was set. Home, school, food and any sleep he could get. As well as nightmares he would have nights of the rare dream of Yassen. Sabina's family had invited him to live in the United States and he was greatly considering it. Finally giving into loneliness Alex would decide he would move to the states. His uncle's house was always there if he needed a trip to London.

The Pleasures were a great family but he had been so closed off. The scars that littered his body were testament to his past. He no longer was a normal fifteen year old. His brown hues much older. It was a sunny Sunday and he had decided to head into the city just for space. Sitting in a cafe he would sip on a coke watching people pass by through the windows. A familiar voice at the counter breaking his reverie.

The voice with no accent he had known. Had belonged to someone he had watched die. Maybe he was imagining it. Eyes looking away from the window he would turn around making eye contact with the man with blue eyes. Blond hair, and the tall frame that the Russian was known for starting back at him. A moment of silence and understanding.

" Hello Alex."

The Russian was fast and quiet within a few seconds he had made it to Alex's table without a sound. Sitting opposite the boy and getting himself settled. Alex just sat there in complete and utter silence. This man was dead he had watched him die. How could he walk in like a ghost. A soft voice escaping the boy.

" You died.. How Yassen?"

As usual. The Russian was his cold composed self but around this boy he was a little different. He had sent Alex to Scorpia whom had tried to kill him. There was a little guilt inside the man's heart for that. But seeing the boy in this state was also not his desire either. He had warned Alex that day in London that this world was not for him post death of Herod Sayle. Avoiding the question he would speak.

" Your not barely living either. How long have you been having nightmares?"

Alex was stunned. How did the contract killer know that he was struggling. He would look up at the older man that he once deemed his enemy for murdering his uncle. Finishing their drinks in silence for the remainder of the time they sat together. The two males would nod at one another. Once their drinks were done the Russian would be the first to stand.

" Come I am not far away from here."

The boy had him concerned. Alex whom was cautious at first understood. His body was a bunch of shattered nerves within the comfortable silence between them eating and drinking. As they left to the nearby car park they would reach Yassen's car. A drive would probably do the two males good. Half an hour they would reach a neighbouring town and a small house nestled within other houses. This was currently the contract killer's home.

Since working for Damian Cray Yassen had gone into rehabilitation after his chest injury the top of the scar showing through the shirt he had chosen to wear during the day as well as the scar to his neck the one John Rider had given him all those years ago. Now the child of his mentor sat in the house with him. The voice of said child now breaking his thought.

" You didn't answer me Yassen.. Your supposed to be dead."

There was a little difference in tone within Alex's voice as if the teenager couldn't believe that his arch enemy was alive right in front of him. His heart had ached for the man since his supposed death in the Air Force One plane in Washington. It was impossible for the Russian to be standing here right now.

" Fine I'll answer you. I was saved by someone. "

The Russian was hesitant and didn't want to go in to much detail but he owed an old friend gratefully for being here alive today. That mission was one he would not forget for a good while. Changing the subject completely he would note the other younger male approach the window. His distant demeanor would alarm the Russian a bit. The teenager had changed and he could also see the younger was also riddled with scars. Physically and mentally.

" I warned you. This life wasn't yours. How is MI6?"

The question would cause the boy to look up at the killer once more. Watching the other approach and sit on the sofa opposite him. The boy was broken. He had heard from a Scorpia agent about Alex's last mission it had not ended well.

" They see me as useless currently and after my attempted suicide.. I don't think they will be bothering me anymore."

Alex would speak a little hesitant not sure what the Russian wanted keeping his brown eyes closely on the Russian. A sharp intake of breath could be heard from the other older male. The next thing that happened was unexpected. The older male had grabbed the younger and held the male close to him.

" I'm glad your alive though.. "

It was a whisper maybe a hidden plea on Yassen's part. He would of never forgive himself if something had happened to the boy in his arms. He owed his father a lot. He could feel his t -shirt getting soaked. The other male was in tears. How long had he been like this. Deciding it was best he would sit with the other in his arms. The older male's digits playing with the younger male's blonde strands. He was a splitting image of his deceased father for sure. He made a silent promise that he would make sure that the boy would never be like this again.

He would notice the male had fallen asleep. Keeping still the contract killer would reach for one of his novels on the coffee table and read letting the boy rest. He seemed quite peaceful and the warmth on his lap put the Russian at ease too. After an hour he would silently move Alex into the bedroom letting him rest as he would move to the kitchen getting dinner started in case the teenager was hungry. He rarely had guests. After all he had made many enemies in his job. Two hours later he would hear footsteps approach the kitchen the smell of food had awoken the teen.

Alex felt refreshed oddly that was the best amount of sleep he had since starting in MI6. The smell of food made his stomach rumble on cue. Making him laugh and the Russian crack a smile. Sitting at the table Yassen would hand him a bowl of purple looking soup with meat and tomatoes. Alex had never seen this. But it smelled delicious and it seemed Yassen was a great cook. Some bread, water and a hot cup of tea was placed as Yassen would take his seat too. Both eating in a rather comfortable silence and just enjoying the Russian's cooking.

" Would you mind if I stayed tonight?"

Alex would break the silence as dinner came to an end. He was nervous to ask. Yassen could be an intimidating person. He had a set way of doing things. He didn't want to leave personally incase he would never see the older male again. He had already nearly lost Yassen once. The feelings in his heart only led him to feel like this more. He had not known what proper love was. Yes he had briefly dated Sabina. But the contract killer had been on his mind since day one. He really didn't want to leave. For the first time he just wanted the other's company.

" Of course , that was my intention Alex."

Dinner would come to an end. Alex would take the used cutlery and plates and would begin washing up as a thank you gesture. The older male drying and placing things back where they belonged. Alex taking mental notes of where things were kept. Night would fall soon enough. As bedtime approached. Yassen's house only had the one bedroom for sleeping the second converted into a study room for the assasin to relax in. It was mini library too. So this meant they would be sharing the main bedroom which Alex didn't mind. His uncle Ian would of never approved of this.

Yassen had handed him some clothes for him to sleep in. Although they were far too big he would roll up the sweatpants three times and tuck the sleeves of his shirt into a fold so he had access with his hands the teen was the first to get into bed. Curled into one side so that the other had room he would fall asleep quick. The scent of fresh linen and the lingering aroma of the older male gave him some comfort although not for long.

Nightmares would follow soon enough. Causing him to scream, moan and kick in his sleep. Waking up the other. Yassen had no choice but to restrain the other. The boy was nimble though once the kicking stopped Alex would open his eyes his cheeks stained red. Thanking it was dark and Yassen couldn't see him. The next thing that would happen would shock them both. Without thinking Alex would kiss the older males lips. Their bodies were in close proximity his covered in sweat from the nightmares and right now he needed to forget.

After a few tense seconds for Alex. The kiss would be returned by the other. He would calm then and slowly submit. The kiss turning into one that was of passion a fight for dominance and a time to release stubborn wills on both parts. Their breathing would become erratic as their bodies grinded. Soon enough both in aroused states. As they stared at one another.

" I'm not going to force.."

Yassen words would be cut off as Alex would thrust his pelvis against the others. Clearly he was in an aroused state too. If they were going to do this they would have to take it slow and prepare.

" Stubborn as always."

The older male would smirk as he would this time attack Alex's neck with soft kisses he had far more self control then the younger male it seemed. A sheepish smile on the teenager's face soft moans would leave the teens lips. His arousal was aching for attention. It wouldn't take long for both to be naked. Both covered in fair shares of scars from their respective jobs. The night was filled with gentle and rough lovemaking. Eventually falling asleep together once more.

Five years would pass as the two of them had began living together in a nice rural town in California. With their own orchard and vineyard. The two would be happy. Both taking on new identities. To the world they were father and son. But for the two of them lovers. Yassen occasionally disappearing to do his missions but when he was home there days and nights were valued and cherished.

The End ?