AN: There's a small time jump of like two years. And now, some roleplay anyone? ;)

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Twenty seven year old Takashi Shirogane had a new assignment.

It was New Year's Eve of all days but he was an expert field agent. It was completely unavoidable for someone of his caliber. When he was recruited five years ago they had been clear that this level of espionge would become his life. There wouldn't be room for a personal life.

He paused in the doorway of the hotel's lounge. Most people were in the ballroom with the rest of the party but his contact wouldn't be there. He was much too discrete for that. While for himself, on the other hand...He caught his reflection in a golden panel. His white suit was impeccable with the top buttons undone. Even if he had normal hair coloring he'd stand out in a crowd. So why bother trying to blend in? He tried to slick back some stray sliver strands but some stubbornly slid back along his forehead. Just as well. He knew it would just add some flavor to his look. He felt a little grin appear on his face.

He slowly perused the place as he walked.

Soft piano music and the low hum of chatter filled his ears. Not seeing his contact yet he walked to the bar and placed a hand on the smooth, marble countertop. The bartender came by for his order.

"A martini," Shiro smoothly said, "shaken, not stirred."

The man laughed. "You're the second person to ask for that."

Shiro paused in opening his wallet. Then continued placing his card down on the counter.

"Who was the first?"

"That gentleman over there," the bartender gestured with his chin.

Shiro turned around. There was no one there except the piano player. He walked over slowly. The pianist kept his eyes closed as he played solely by touch. He spotted a martini glass sitting on the table near the man. By the quality of the black suit, Shiro surmised that he was indeed a patron, not someone working for the hotel.

"Lovely piece."

The pianist opened his eyes. His irises were an appealing slate blue.

"Thank you."

Shiro casually leaned his hip against the piano. "Is this what you call blending in, Agent Powell?"

"I don't know what you mean," the pianist continued to play. "But I would imagine it would be better than a white suit."

Shiro smiled. "Why don't you finish that piece and join me by the bar?" He took Powell's martini glass. "I'll buy you a refill."

"I like where I am, thanks."

The man had a spine. Shiro lightly ran his thumb along the edge of his face scar.

"Then just a refill."

A server came by with his martini. He ordered another and offered his glass to the pianist.

"My hands are occupied at the moment."

Shiro felt a shiver as he watched Powell's long fingers stroke the keys.

"So I see."

He moved so he could lift the glass to the agent's lips. Powell stumbled in playing. Shiro merely smiled.

"Drink," Shiro murmured.

The agent parted his lips and sipped. "Thank you."

"Well, you looked parched."

Powell's eyes glimmered. "So do you."

"So I am," Shiro agreed. He took a long sip from where Powell had. It had been too long since he had such enjoyable company. He was going to have fun with this assignment, that was for certain. "How long are you in town for?"

"Long enough."

"For what?" Shiro playfully pushed.

Powell's eyes briefly locked with his. "To mix business with pleasure."

Shiro finished off the rest of the glass.

"Scoot over."

Powell's playing abruptly stopped. There was a faint flush on his cheeks as Shiro pushed him over with his hips.

"Keep playing," Shiro breezily said.

Powell arched a brow. "I don't take orders."

"Tonight you do."

Shiro made sure their thighs were touching. Powell cleared his throat.

"I'm sure we can find a compromise."

"Of course." Shiro lightly tapped a white key. "We'll switch later. If you follow along now."

Out of the corner of Shiro's eye he watched Powell's eyes flicker from the keys to him as he debated the offer. The server came by again. Shiro switched glasses. While he was distracted Powell resumed to play.

"Tell me about the Voltron project."

Powell shook his head. "Not here, Agent Shirogane."

Shiro looked around the room from over his martini glass. There were more people coming in for drinks. He sighed to himself. It was to be expected but it just meant they were going to move forward to the next part.

"I understand." Shiro stood up. "Wait ten minutes."

Powell frowned as he walked away. Then he looked down on the bench, seeing a key card. He slipped it into his pocket.

The ten minutes felt like thirty.

He finished off the glass and then left a tip for the server. As Powell walked to the hotel elevators he told himself to cover business first. You're here on a mission. The American agent had vital information but he seemed to want Curtis to talk first. That's not happening. If anyone was spilling the beans it was going to be Shirogane. He was part of the International bureau. He had a reputation to uphold.

That didn't keep his heart from pounding though.

He knocked on the hotel room and let himself in before hearing a reply. Shirogane was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt unbuttoned all the way. The curtains were drawn back for the moonlight to hit his form with enough light to tease Powell with the shadow of his abs...

He should have paused to get his bearings before he entered.

"Tell me what you know," Shiro's voice drifted over his skin like silk, "or I'll force it out of you."

Screw it.

Curtis walked over and kissed him full on the mouth. "The second one," he breathed out before kissing him again. "Definitely."

Shiro grasped him by the front of his suit and pulled him completely on the bed.

Curtis woke up first.

Shiro was sleeping on his stomach next to him. The curtains were still pushed aside, letting the early morning light come in. It bathed his husband's back in a warm yellow. He lazily traced a line of muscle up his spine. Shiro mumbled something but stayed asleep. Curtis' fingers trailed upwards to the chain around Shiro's neck. He lightly tugged it until he could see the wedding band hanging off of it. They took off their rings for the roleplaying but now they could wear them again.

He slipped on his and then leaned over to uncover Takashi's left hand from under the pillow.

"There," he murmured.

He lifted up Shiro's hand so he could kiss the golden band. Shiro unburied his face from the pillow to blearily stare at him.

"Morning," Shiro yawned.

"Good morning." Curtis leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Happy first anniversary Takashi."

"Mm. Happy first." Shiro lazily grinned. "This was also our first night together for the new year."

"Technically also our last time for the previous year." Curtis laid back down but with his arm around Shiro's back. "How angry do you think our friends will be for ditching the party last night?"

Shiro shrugged. "I think they'll be too busy getting over their hangover to care."

"That's true."

"Hey Curt."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for marrying me."

Curtis pushed his silver bangs out of his eyes. "Thanks for not holding a grudge when we first met."

Shiro laughed at that.

"I think we need to thank Veronica and Keith for being so bossy."

"That too." Curtis softly sighed. "I love you."

Shiro pulled out his right hand and tilted Curtis' face for a kiss.

"Love you, Agent Powell."

"Agent Shirogane technically."

"There can't be two Agent Shiroganes."

"Well, I guess one of us can hyphenate our last names."

"Takashi Shirogane-Powell," Shiro pursed his lips. "Curtis Powell-Shirogane." He grinned. "Agent P.S."

"That doesn't sound so bad. Makes it more of a Bond name. But assuming we do the roleplay again."

"Oh, we definitely are."

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AN: And this story is finally done! I still have one more Curtashi Day to do but that will be a one shot.

Tropes I hit: secret agent roleplay, someone playing the piano, New Year's Eve party (kind of?), fluffy morning after ;)