Assembling the Team
Chapter 3 – Lust in Room 347
CIA Headquarters
Jack re-read his daughter's letter in shock. He thought about every moment he spent with his daughter and how his love grew for her, he couldn't lose her.
Dixon opened the door speedily, snapping Jack form his thoughts.
"Jack, where's Sydney, we need her for questioning, we need her briefing on the mission." There was a pause
"She's... She's gone." Jack's eyes glazed over and his expression was blank.
Dixon had never seen Jack look so weak, it was as if the all the blood had been drained from him. Dixon took the note from Jack's loose hand and he was filled with the same dread as Jack. He also feared for Sydney's safety, and what she might do.
Sydney got in her car and drove. She wanted to go, she wanted to disappear. That was her plan, Sydney didn't exist anymore. She was weak, too controlled by her emotions. She is a new woman and she is unstoppable. The first part of Sydney's transformation was to change her look.
Scotland
Back at the Etoile Noire the party was winding down. Work started in the morning and the members of the group slowly retired after a night of drinking and dancing.
Jacob and Julian, both a little tipsy, headed to the lift. Jacob looked at the key that Jac had just give them and laughed it was to room 347.
"They did the 47 part on purpose!"
"You never know we might find a Rambaldi artefact in there!" Sark said giggling.
They pressed the button on the lift to get the floor 3. The door closed and Sark launched himself on Burton. Sark began to kiss him hard and passionately, his hands exploring every part of his body. His lips kissed, his tongue licked and his teeth bit. The heat was intense as Sark lost his self control which he had managed to maintain for so long. Then the elevator pinged, floor 3. Sark removed himself slowly then gave Jacob one last peck. Jacob smiled as he caught his breath. Julian was such a bad boy! Sark's hand reached down and grabbed Burton's erection through his trousers.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that as much as I did!" Jacob looked down at Sark's crotch to see him in the same status.
The elevator doors slowly opened and Sark held Burton's hand firmly as they headed down the corridor to their room. Burton put the key in the door as Julian began to kiss his lovers neck; his hands unbuttoned Jacob's shirt while rubbing his chest.
"They definitely gave us this room on purpose!" Jacob said as he looked into the room. Sark lifted his head and looked into the dimly lit room. They had made it look like the honeymoon suite at a cheesy motel. There was a heart shaped bed, mirrors on the ceiling, champagne on ice and rose petals on the bed. As Burton opened the door soft seductive jazz music played in the background. The two men walked in the room looking around, chuckling at what their friends had done for them.
"Dance with me Jules!" Jake asked with a wink. The two then slowly came together looking into each others eyes; Jacob placed his hands on Julian's waist and pulled him closer. Their hands pressed against one another's hips and their heads rested against each others shoulder as they swayed slowly to the music.
Sydney was ready for her journey; her hair was just longer than shoulder length. It was dyed a dark plum colour and the crimped hair fell softy over her face. Unlike other missions she wasn't the party girl or a smart business woman. This time she wanted to blend in, she wore no makeup and just wore a tight purple t-shirt, jeans and some old Doc Martins.
Not wanting to get followed by her registration plate she had rented a bike. Her father had previously advised her to open an account under an alias. This account, under the alias Rachel Combs, would have enough money for her to survive on. So off she went to Gothenburg, Sweden.
Sark lifted his head off his lovers shoulder; he kissed him on the cheek and finished unbuttoning the shirt of the man who held him so tenderly. Jacob's shirt fell to the floor. Sark's hands rested against Burton's muscular arms as they continued to sway. Jake pulled off the tight black t-shirt Sark was wearing. The half naked lovers held each other tighter, Jacob closed his eyes feeling safe and loved. His right hand slid up the spine of the younger spy, it glided past his shoulder blades and up the back of his neck until his fingers were playing in his short soft blond hair. Burton's hand pulled Julian towards his mouth. This kiss was nothing like the kiss in the lift, which was a kiss of lust. This was a kiss of love. Their relationship wasn't a normal one; it twisted from romance to lust.
They continued to kiss gently, their half closed eyes fluttered. The kiss stopped and they stared at each other. Sark let out a soft growl as tension filled the air. They stared once again, a grin spread across Julian's face. Burton fiercely threw Sark on to the bed and tore off his trousers and underwear. Sark chuckled a dirty laugh as Burton yanked down his trousers and boxers and launched himself on top of his naked turned on lover. Their bodies rolled on top of each other as Burton desperately tried to kick off his trousers. Their bodies held each other as the heat of sex began to make them sweat. The boys laughed and grunted in between their passionate, erotic kisses as they wrestled. Jacob pinned his lover down; his legs were on either side of his body, his strong arms held down his shoulders. The spies panted as the sweat began to glisten off their bodies. Burton sat up and began to slowly rotate his hips with a devious grin. Julian could feel the heated friction between their sexual organs. Sark's head rolled back as he closed his eyes and let out a moan.
"Do you like this naughty Mr. Sark?" Jake said, his hips speeding up.
"Oh yes, fuck me." He whispered in reply.
"What was that evil Mr. Sark!"
"Fuck ME!" Sark screamed.
Burton got off Sark grabbing his ankles, he positioned one on each shoulder, and suddenly realising they still had their sock and shoes on. Jacob Burton prepared for entry as he slowly and smoothly moved inside.
Sark bit down on his lip. Burton began to rotate his hips once again and spotted Jules' cock twitch. He slowly entered inch by inch and then withdrew before he rammed it back inside and began to fuck him hard!
Julian squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his hand against Burton's chest as he experienced the most intense pleasure and pain.
The night continued as they wrestled and fucked until they were too tired to continue. They got under the covers and Sark lay in Jacob's arms as he played with his hair where they slept.
Chapter 3 – Lust in Room 347
CIA Headquarters
Jack re-read his daughter's letter in shock. He thought about every moment he spent with his daughter and how his love grew for her, he couldn't lose her.
Dixon opened the door speedily, snapping Jack form his thoughts.
"Jack, where's Sydney, we need her for questioning, we need her briefing on the mission." There was a pause
"She's... She's gone." Jack's eyes glazed over and his expression was blank.
Dixon had never seen Jack look so weak, it was as if the all the blood had been drained from him. Dixon took the note from Jack's loose hand and he was filled with the same dread as Jack. He also feared for Sydney's safety, and what she might do.
Sydney got in her car and drove. She wanted to go, she wanted to disappear. That was her plan, Sydney didn't exist anymore. She was weak, too controlled by her emotions. She is a new woman and she is unstoppable. The first part of Sydney's transformation was to change her look.
Scotland
Back at the Etoile Noire the party was winding down. Work started in the morning and the members of the group slowly retired after a night of drinking and dancing.
Jacob and Julian, both a little tipsy, headed to the lift. Jacob looked at the key that Jac had just give them and laughed it was to room 347.
"They did the 47 part on purpose!"
"You never know we might find a Rambaldi artefact in there!" Sark said giggling.
They pressed the button on the lift to get the floor 3. The door closed and Sark launched himself on Burton. Sark began to kiss him hard and passionately, his hands exploring every part of his body. His lips kissed, his tongue licked and his teeth bit. The heat was intense as Sark lost his self control which he had managed to maintain for so long. Then the elevator pinged, floor 3. Sark removed himself slowly then gave Jacob one last peck. Jacob smiled as he caught his breath. Julian was such a bad boy! Sark's hand reached down and grabbed Burton's erection through his trousers.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that as much as I did!" Jacob looked down at Sark's crotch to see him in the same status.
The elevator doors slowly opened and Sark held Burton's hand firmly as they headed down the corridor to their room. Burton put the key in the door as Julian began to kiss his lovers neck; his hands unbuttoned Jacob's shirt while rubbing his chest.
"They definitely gave us this room on purpose!" Jacob said as he looked into the room. Sark lifted his head and looked into the dimly lit room. They had made it look like the honeymoon suite at a cheesy motel. There was a heart shaped bed, mirrors on the ceiling, champagne on ice and rose petals on the bed. As Burton opened the door soft seductive jazz music played in the background. The two men walked in the room looking around, chuckling at what their friends had done for them.
"Dance with me Jules!" Jake asked with a wink. The two then slowly came together looking into each others eyes; Jacob placed his hands on Julian's waist and pulled him closer. Their hands pressed against one another's hips and their heads rested against each others shoulder as they swayed slowly to the music.
Sydney was ready for her journey; her hair was just longer than shoulder length. It was dyed a dark plum colour and the crimped hair fell softy over her face. Unlike other missions she wasn't the party girl or a smart business woman. This time she wanted to blend in, she wore no makeup and just wore a tight purple t-shirt, jeans and some old Doc Martins.
Not wanting to get followed by her registration plate she had rented a bike. Her father had previously advised her to open an account under an alias. This account, under the alias Rachel Combs, would have enough money for her to survive on. So off she went to Gothenburg, Sweden.
Sark lifted his head off his lovers shoulder; he kissed him on the cheek and finished unbuttoning the shirt of the man who held him so tenderly. Jacob's shirt fell to the floor. Sark's hands rested against Burton's muscular arms as they continued to sway. Jake pulled off the tight black t-shirt Sark was wearing. The half naked lovers held each other tighter, Jacob closed his eyes feeling safe and loved. His right hand slid up the spine of the younger spy, it glided past his shoulder blades and up the back of his neck until his fingers were playing in his short soft blond hair. Burton's hand pulled Julian towards his mouth. This kiss was nothing like the kiss in the lift, which was a kiss of lust. This was a kiss of love. Their relationship wasn't a normal one; it twisted from romance to lust.
They continued to kiss gently, their half closed eyes fluttered. The kiss stopped and they stared at each other. Sark let out a soft growl as tension filled the air. They stared once again, a grin spread across Julian's face. Burton fiercely threw Sark on to the bed and tore off his trousers and underwear. Sark chuckled a dirty laugh as Burton yanked down his trousers and boxers and launched himself on top of his naked turned on lover. Their bodies rolled on top of each other as Burton desperately tried to kick off his trousers. Their bodies held each other as the heat of sex began to make them sweat. The boys laughed and grunted in between their passionate, erotic kisses as they wrestled. Jacob pinned his lover down; his legs were on either side of his body, his strong arms held down his shoulders. The spies panted as the sweat began to glisten off their bodies. Burton sat up and began to slowly rotate his hips with a devious grin. Julian could feel the heated friction between their sexual organs. Sark's head rolled back as he closed his eyes and let out a moan.
"Do you like this naughty Mr. Sark?" Jake said, his hips speeding up.
"Oh yes, fuck me." He whispered in reply.
"What was that evil Mr. Sark!"
"Fuck ME!" Sark screamed.
Burton got off Sark grabbing his ankles, he positioned one on each shoulder, and suddenly realising they still had their sock and shoes on. Jacob Burton prepared for entry as he slowly and smoothly moved inside.
Sark bit down on his lip. Burton began to rotate his hips once again and spotted Jules' cock twitch. He slowly entered inch by inch and then withdrew before he rammed it back inside and began to fuck him hard!
Julian squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his hand against Burton's chest as he experienced the most intense pleasure and pain.
The night continued as they wrestled and fucked until they were too tired to continue. They got under the covers and Sark lay in Jacob's arms as he played with his hair where they slept.