Plottiness! And also smuttiness, some of which has been a long time coming.

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The day after Casey had walked in to find her petting his kitten, Chuck had convinced Casey to invite Lizzie over for dinner the night that was later planned for Round Four, but he wasn't about to call it off just because he and Casey had found a new kink they both enjoyed.

Of course, while Chuck and Lizzie left the kitchen to Casey (offering to help usually just got him temperamental unless he had a specific task you were capable of doing to his satisfaction), Lizzie brought an odd turn to the conversation.

"So, I'm going to avoid a spy cliché." She waited to be sure she had Chuck's attention before saying, "Sorta like…you know the one where they're told to seduce their target and they fall in love instead?" Casey let out a growl from the kitchen. "I'm not in love with your kitten, calm down."

Then she gave Chuck a more serious expression. "When I came here, they told me my job was to stabilize you and be your friend." After a moment where Chuck said nothing, she said, "I am your friend, though, without any espionage or orders. Really, if they had ordered me to keep a distance and not befriend you, I would have insta-failed. And I know you hate being lied to, so I thought I'd get it out in the open on my own. That way you know I'm honest."

Chuck honestly wasn't sure what to say. It…didn't bother him. Especially since Lizzie told him about it. "I believe you. And I know we're friends. But thanks for telling me. I suppose there are a lot worse things they could order you to do." He chuckled a bit thinking about it. Sending a government agent to him to be a supportive friend was a much lesser evil compared to what other things they could send.

Lizzie laughed a little too. "Yeah, like kill you."

The second after she said it there was a crash in the kitchen, something glass. Casey wasn't clumsy, and that sound being cued by that statement answered a whole lot of questions that he'd had since this whole thing started as everything clicked in his head.

He got up and walked to the kitchen, the agent's back to him as he picked large shards of glass from the sink and put them on the counter. Casey knew Chuck was there, he just wasn't acknowledging it.

"John, have you been ordered to kill me?" Chuck usually didn't use Casey's first name except when they were alone together in a more intimate setting, but it felt right at that moment.

After a noticeable pause, the big man's shoulders slumped. "It isn't happening."

That wasn't a yes or no. "What do you mean?"

"It means he has orders, but he doesn't intend to follow them." Lizzie had followed him, and they both stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

"But John Casey is a dutiful soldier who follows all his orders," Chuck said somewhat automatically, because the big agent not following orders sounded impossible.

"And you're Chuck, the sweetest little kitten that likes making people happy who we clearly need to keep running around for as long as we possibly can. It's why I was stupid enough to not consider that the NSA might have a kill order out on you; your death serving the country sounds like saying a book of pastoral poetry would help a drug dealer improve his business. They probably want it after the new Intersect goes up, right?"

Casey nodded, still not turning or saying a word, but his hands were braced on the front edge of the sink, grip hard enough to make his knuckles white. Chuck had actually been dreading the Intersect going up because it meant Casey would leave him. Now it appears the plan had been for Casey to kill him.

Still, Chuck wasn't afraid. And he wasn't angry. All those guilty glances, all the times Casey warned Chuck not to trust him…this was why. "You accepted the assignment sometime around when we met, right?" The agent nodded. "Figured. We warmed up to each other pretty quick, so it would make sense it would happen not long after you talked about shooting Sarah and me so you'd have time to get pancakes. You clearly don't want it now."

Casey shook his head. Then he said, "Saying I won't do it now will reveal that I'm compromised and…they'd take me away from you." There was a shaky quality to his voice that made it seem like the agent was holding back tears.

Lizzie and Chuck exchanged a look before she said, "I'm going to take a walk. Text me when dinner is ready." She kissed the nerd's cheek and whispered, "I'm glad we're friends, Chuck," before grabbing her messenger bag and heading out the door.

Chuck couldn't exactly say, "Why didn't you tell me you'd been ordered to kill me?" The answer was fairly obvious. How do you bring up a topic like that? How do you tell the man you love that his government wants him dead for existing and they want you to do it?

Still… "You should have told me," Chuck said, but it wasn't an accusation. It was exasperation.

"I know."

"You've been carrying all this guilt around, beating yourself up and for what? I love you, John Casey. Yeah, I'm a little pissed off you've been hiding this, but mainly because of what it's been doing to you. I'm not afraid you'll kill me. I trust you."

A small strangled noise escaped the agent before he asked, "Why would this make me trustworthy?"

Chuck considered how any of this would convince someone that the NSA's top assassin would never kill them, no matter the orders or circumstances. And, no, there was nothing. But Chuck wasn't just someone. "I don't know. But I trust you not just to not kill me, but to help keep me alive. Because if you don't do it, they'll send someone else, right?"

Casey sniffed, voice still uncertain. "A lot of someones. Until you're dead. But I'm trying to work out an alternate plan."

That made Chuck feel better, because he hadn't realized until he said it that his life would be in danger even if Casey didn't kill him. That scared him. But knowing he had Casey made it less scary. "If you think about it, it's actually a good thing you took the assignment."

"What is good about me agreeing to kill you?!" Casey demanded, finally spinning around to look at him. He was attempting to look angry, but he mostly looked like he was trying not to cry. It startled Chuck. Casey didn't cry, not ever.

"Since it's your job, we know when the order goes out. We wouldn't know when to expect it if someone else was in charge of killing me. So, in the end, you did the best thing for me."

Chuck didn't like that look, which was only getting worse from the nerd's statements. The agent's breathing was heavier, and he looked close to losing it. So Chuck just wrapped his arms around the bigger man, loving the tight, almost desperate grip he got in return. If he felt a wet spot or two where Casey pressed his face into Chuck's neck and shoulder, he wasn't going to mention it.

"I love you," Chuck said before pressing a kiss to Casey's cheek. Anything else he was going to say was cut off by a beep from the oven's timer.

Casey sniffed, then let Chuck go and turned his back to him swiftly, not quite managing to disguise wiping his cheeks. He hadn't cried much, and he'd been nearly silent besides changes in breathing, but the nerd was still stunned he'd cried at all.

"Go ahead and text Lizzie to come back. Dinner will be ready soon."

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During dinner, the topic immediately became how to keep Chuck alive. "What kind of plans have you been working on?" Lizzie asked.

"Best I have so far is pitch to the general that Chuck would make a better agent than asset. If he's fully trained and working for us, he's less of a risk to leave alive."

Chuck sat up straighter. "What?" Become an agent like Casey and Lizzie? "But what happens when I suck?"

Both agents laughed a little at that, and Casey said, "Chuck, the things I've seen you pull off with absolutely no training? You could do it if you put your mind to it." But Chuck saw a brief flicker of doubt.

"It's true," Lizzie agreed. "Your files, even redacted, painted you as highly intriguing and promising. Another reason I was already eager to meet you when I got here."

The nerd stopped to seriously consider it. Yes, he had managed to get this far without real training. But… "Don't you guys have to give up having a real life to do what you do? Would I be able to come see my sister?"

The agents exchanged a look. "You give up a lot, Chuck, but the likely contingency plan would be worse," Lizzie said.

That startled Chuck. "What do you mean? What's the contingency plan?"

"If the order comes and I haven't managed to figure anything else out, we have to run. You and I would leave and never come back," Casey said. "We'd spend our time staying off the radar and hiding from the government."

Before Chuck could say anything to that shocking announcement, Lizzie said, "Hey, what about me?"

"You want to go rogue and give up your life to protect him?" Casey asked, fixing her with a serious, calculating look.

"I'm being paid to do that second part right now, and I'd do it even if I wasn't ordered to. If the alternative is worrying if you guys are okay for the rest of my life, yeah, I'd rather come along."

What they were discussing was enormous. Especially to Casey, whose patriotism had led to him dedicating his life to the government and protecting his country. "You'd…give all that up for me?" He was talking to both of them, but his eyes were fixed on Casey.

"I can't kill you, and I'd die before I let someone else do it. Since you'd be marked for death, running and hiding would be more likely to keep us both breathing." Casey tried to sound matter-of-fact about it, but his tone belied the serious commitment behind the decision.

"We're friends, Chuck. I can't let anyone hurt your either. So we would do what we had to to stay together and safe."

"It actually might be better if you stayed," Casey said. "Having you on the inside in a better position to protect us there would be a good idea. If things got too hot, you could join us on the run."

"Maybe," Lizzie said, but then surprised Chuck by saying, "but are you sure this isn't just because you want to fuck your kitten every opportunity you get without worrying about privacy?"

Casey choked on the bite of food he'd just taken. When he stopped coughing, he said, "It's strategy." But a glance Chuck's way was enough to see that that idea greatly appealed to the big agent.

If they had to run, Chuck would never be able to see Ellie again. If he managed to become an agent, his opportunities to do so would be limited, but he was pretty sure they'd be there. If neither of those panned out, he'd probably be dead, and Casey and Lizzie with him.

"This is a bit depressing. Do we have to finalize plans tonight? If not, can we talk about shooting people and blowing things up or some other sunnier topic?" He didn't want to think anymore about losing his sister, or, more accurately, his sister losing him.

"We don't have to make decisions about it tonight," Lizzie said, "but the Intersect is in the final stages of being rebuilt, so we can't wait forever."

Casey was eyeing Chuck. "But if you're looking for cheerful, I have a great story about this time my partner and I were pinned down by gunfire from the cartel down in Mexico…"

Chuck grinned. As incredibly different as they were, Casey was perfect for him. "Verbally redacted secret agent stories? Count me in."

"Me too!" Lizzie said, starting to eat again. "I'd like to hear some John Casey legends from the legend himself."

And as the older man began telling them his tale of bloodshed and heroism, Chuck couldn't help but think that this upcoming fork in his path offered two options that both took him away from what he wanted. On the other hand, whichever path he took, he wouldn't be walking it alone. That was the thing to focus on.

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When Lizzie was gone, they changed and settled on Casey's bed. "Ready for Round Four?" Chuck asked.

Casey didn't answer immediately, and Chuck looked up and saw the bigger man looking thoughtful. Uh-oh. That was never a good thing.

"I can't do this again tonight, Chuck."

Before, Chuck might have been worried or hurt when that statement was uttered. Now? He was annoyed. "You aren't playing this game again, John. We've been here before, and we always end up right back where we both want to be. Stop trying to screw around with me."

Growling, Casey said, "No, I didn't mean…"

Chuck gasped and whimpered as a warm calloused hand slid into his pants and gripped him. Those blue eyes were overwhelming as the man said, "I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to keep my hands off you."

FINALLY! The hand slowly stroked Chuck, and his hands latched onto those broad shoulders to pull them in close for a kiss. After all his waiting was finally paying off, Chuck might think the kiss would be desperate or passionate, but it was soft. The gentle, lazy tugs on his dick added to the tender air.

But the nerd wasn't satisfied with soft touches. He parted their kiss so he could bite firmly into Casey's shoulder, loving the tension that rushed through the bigger man as he did. He was also rewarded with more purposeful attention on his cock. He moved his lips to the agent's ear. "After all this waiting, I want to see you naked. Show me everything I've only been able to feel until now."

When he pulled back, he gave Casey a smirk, especially as he saw the swift obedience. Casey was already tugging his shirt off, exposing the scars Chuck had already gotten a good look at, but then he pulled his pajama pants off and Chuck saw everything.

His upper legs weren't very scarred (especially when it came to anything near the femoral artery; wounds there weren't something anyone was likely to survive, especially in the middle of combat) and he only had a few scars on his lower legs, mostly cuts.

The part Chuck was most eager to examine wasn't as big as he had thought. Casey was bigger than average, thicker and longer, but not by too much. Chuck still wanted to wrap his lips around it. But when he moved to do so, Casey caught his arm and brought him back to face the agent.

"You're still dressed, kitten. Hardly fair."

Chuck swiftly stripped. "There. Now can I suck your dick?"

"Such an eager little kitten. Slow down," Casey said, pressing a kiss to the younger man's lips.

The easy transition to hands-on coupled with the apparent desire to take things slow made Chuck suspicious. "Do you plan on changing your mind tomorrow about this?"

Casey huffed out a laugh. "I doubt it. Once you're mine, I don't see how I could ever let go. One reason I've tried so hard not to let this happen. But you've crawled under my skin and you know it."

Then Chuck thought of another reason Casey might want to ease into this, something that Chuck already knew the agent feared. "What if I made you mine? Kittens have claws, and I want to sink mine deep into you and never let go. You may be my owner, but that doesn't mean I can't own you."

Surprise showing on his face, Casey looked away. "Maybe…maybe I want that." It was a quiet confession, not anything the bigger man wanted to admit to.

"I know you want it, but can you accept it?" Chuck asked. It was an important question. He was happy to be Casey's kitten, but he also had a deep need to claim Casey, to make the strong man weak and vulnerable and watch him enjoy it. To show Casey that he didn't always have to be in charge, that it was okay to let go and trust Chuck to look after him. "You don't trust easily, and you submit even less so."

That got Chuck a snort. "As if you hadn't already figured out that you're the exception. And I accept it, just…"

And that brought them back around. "You want to take it slow. Fine, I can always convince you to let me suck your dick tomorrow night. What do you plan on doing with me tonight then?"

Casey was adorable when he was embarrassed. His face was slightly pink and his eyes unsure as they met Chuck's. "I figured I'd let you decide."

Now wasn't that interesting. Casey didn't want his dick sucked, wanted to go slow, but still wanted Chuck in charge. Which meant, whether he realized it or not, the older man was testing the nerd. Chuck had to find something that would satisfy them both while being sure to respect Casey's boundaries.

Start slow. He pulled the agent close to kiss him, keeping it soft and gentle even as he slid along that muscled body, hips moving to rub their lengths together. Casey inhaled sharply and the kiss became hungrier. When the nerd wrapped his hand around them, the agent broke the kiss to groan. It was a groan of relief, a groan that said, "Finally!" It amused Chuck that he could also translate at least some sex noises.

Chuck started kissing down Casey's neck until he found his normal spot and bit down. "Fuck!" The bigger man's cock jumped against his, and those strong arms slid around Chuck's slighter frame and pulled him flush against the agent. One hand grasped Chuck's ass to encourage him to keep his hips moving at a pace which Casey was now matching, while the other slid to the back of his head, keeping him from pulling back.

"Please." The tone wasn't desperate, but it was quietly needy.

Oh, this was too good. "Please what?" Chuck asked, nibbling on Casey's ear. "What do you want, Daddy?" Another jolt went through the man at the name. "I won't know what to give you if you don't tell me."

"God, you're going to be the death of me," Casey whispered. "I want you to bite me. Scratch me. Show me what my kitten can do."

That was a simple request. Chuck paused the delicious friction between them for a moment, getting a grunt of protest from the agent, but he merely grabbed the hand on his ass and slid it between them. Casey got the message instantly and started stroking counter to their movements.

Chuck didn't start attacking the bigger man, no. He knew from experience that Casey was likely to lose it right away if Chuck just sank his teeth in hard. So he kept his bites gentle, the hand on Casey's back only digging in slightly as it dragged up and down. The hand under him just went to the big man's shoulder and lightly sank his nails in. He was rewarded with shudders and moans.

"Don't tease," Casey protested, sounding slightly breathless.

"You love it and you know it," Chuck said. "Your kitten wants to make sure you enjoy every bit of his affection. My bites and scratches are made with love." He licked where he'd just bitten. Then he bit down in the same spot again, but with more force. The groan he got in return was satisfying.

Also satisfying was how this treatment was making Casey abandon his "take it slow" attitude. The more Chuck teased, the more Casey let go. Their thrusts into Casey's hand had gotten faster. The nerd rewarded the increase in speed with an increase in force. The hand raking down the agent's spine wasn't drawing blood, but Chuck knew there would be marks. It was entirely worth it as Casey grew faster and more desperate. Chuck wasn't far behind. After so long yearning for that powerful body to be naked against his own, feeling every muscle tightening against him as the man got closer was overwhelming.

So Chuck made his finishing move. He went to the spot on the big man's shoulder that he had been biting with increasing force and sank his teeth in hard. Casey instantly exploded, a desperate groan behind clenched teeth punctuating his entire frame going taut as he spilled between them.

There was no holding back, and Chuck quickly followed triggered by a hand reaching his hair and pulling. Chuck wasn't sure he'd ever felt that amazing. Even the crazy, drug-induced prolonged orgasm felt hollow when he was pressed entirely against Casey, feeling Casey cum all over them before the younger man followed suit. It was the agent that made everything better, more intense and meaningful.

As they calmed, Chuck laid his head on that broad chest, slipping an arm around to bring the bigger man close. Casey responded by wrapping both arms around Chuck, the one sliding underneath lifting him to lay partially on top of Casey as the agent rolled onto his back. It felt wonderfully comfortable, and Chuck idly thought that he just kept finding more and more ways that he fit with Casey. So many ways that he just clearly belonged with him.

"Was that slow enough for you?" Chuck asked, voice subdued as he basked in pleasure.

"Just fast enough." Words never felt as good as they did when he felt them rumbling through Casey.

Chuck groaned in pleasure as a broad hand stroked up and down his back. He briefly dug his nails into the older man before humming in satisfaction and letting his eyes flutter shut. Perfect. It felt perfect.

(-)

So, hope Casey's few tears didn't put you off. Also, I hate fics where they're like, "and then he revealed his huge cock that would rip you apart if he put it in you and could be used to club you into submission" so, having stated that Casey's dick was bigger, I still wanted it reasonable.

Still have some faltering confidence on this and am losing momentum. Should probably watch my DVDs again to get back into a Chuck mood.