They entered the building cautiously, guns drawn. Marshall spoke to them their their earpieces, "So far, nobody is on my radar. He's probably in one of the inner rooms. We've got a hallway going all around the building, with rooms on the outside, and then a little square of 4 rooms in the middle. My bet is that he's in there somewhere. Approach with caution."
Vaughn nodded at Sydney, "You go left, I'll go right."
Sydney nodded back, and they split in their seperate directions. Vaughn walked down the hallway slowly, knowing, somehow, exactly which room Sark would be in.
He approached the room he suspected, saw it the door closed, and kicked it swiftly. It swung open without trouble. He felt ridiculous. It hadn't even been locked.
Sark was, indeed, in this room, lying back on the bed and smirking, "Vaughn baby, you came back. Come over here."
Vaughn crossed the room, gun raised, not knowing exactly what he'd do once he got close to Sark. Sark beckoned him closer, "Put your gun down," he demanded.
Vaughn, as if in a dream, dropped the gun on the bed without protest, and Sark nearly purred with satisfaction. "Sit down," he commanded.
Vaughn sat on the bed, not knowing quite was he was doing, rationalizing this in his mind as a way to capture Sark without getting himself hurt.
Sark grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down, flipping him over, and kissing him aggressively. Sark straddled Vaughn and smiled, "I want you," he said, and kissed him again. Vaughn reciprocated, although his mind was telling him that this was not quite the right way to go about capturing Sark.
They tussled on the bed, Sark dominating, biting, clawing, kissing. Vaughn's headset crackled, "Vaughn? Vaughn? Where are you?" but he ignored Marshall's worried cries.
Sydney burst into the room, gun drawn, and then froze, "Oh...my god," she said, lost for words. She lowered her gun for a moment, but then seemed to come back to herself, and yelled, "Vaughn, I don't know what the fuck you're doing, but move out of the way!"
Vaughn did, rolling off the bed. Sark growled, and followed him, right as Sydney fired her first shot directly where Sark had been lying only moments prior.
Sark grabbed Vaughn's shoulders and held him in front of himself as he said, "Ms. Bristow, I do believe...it's a pleasure to see you here. Wouldn't have expected you to want to join our little rendezvous, but if you really want a threesome with Vaughn and myself, it could be arranged."
Sydney was angry, she yelled at Vaughn, "Hit him, do something! I can't see to shoot when you're being held in front of him like a fucking hostage! Get your gun!"
This command, unfortunately, only helped Sark, who remembered that Vaughn had dropped the gun on the bed and grabbed it, pushing Vaughn away roughly. He leveled the gun at Sydney's face and hissed, "You interrupted us, so now you'd better let me go peacefully. Vaughn baby, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when Syd tells Dixon what happened here."
Vaughn stood beside Sydney, "Nothing happened, Sark. I was trying to apprehend you."
Sark smiled, "Keep telling yourself that. You know you loved it." And with these words, keeping the gun trained on Sydney, he sidestepped them and left the room, running down the hall and disappearing into the gloom.