Title: I Love You
Author: St. Danger
Posted On: July 7th, 2009
Summary: "How dense are you?" Training, declarations of love, attempted suicides, hospital stays, aftermath of a drunken alley fight, jealousy at a pub, awkward discoveries, and a day in the life. Ah, it must be K-Unit slash! Oneshot.
Genres: Romance/Angst/Humour.
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider or any of the K-Unit.
Warnings/Rated For: Language, angst, slash, the usual.
Notes: I'm American, so apologies for any non-British termage. If you read my "He'll Be Fine" fic you can totally see the sparks between these two there, XD I'm pretty sure this is the first fic that mainly features the pairing of them, so yay! I chose these two because so little is canon with them. Originally was a oneshot, but I seperated it into the seperate scenes and added some extra stuff, along with editing it a bit. So, enjoy!
One Week Later
Neal slammed the younger man against the alley's brick wall, teeth bared and eyes flashing in an expression of anger that was a very rare sight.
"How dense are you?"
Said medic grinned, his olive-green eyes staring straight into Neal's hazel ones. He was one of the few people who had ever seen Neal angry. He was also one of the few who could stand his ground and calm him down when Neal was this pissed off.
"I thought I wasn't very dense at all, but if you feel like it, you may try and prove me wrong."
The other man growled, a feral noise that only made Seth grin wider.
"I don't get why this is funny! You could've died!"
"But I didn't!" the younger man retorted, getting annoyed with the grip Neal had on him. He did not like being pinned against a wall, especially not when the toes of his shoes were a good five inches off the ground.
Neal released his grip on the SAS operative, taking a few steps away in an effort not to completely lose his cool.
"I nearly lost you less than a week ago. I don't care if you're freak'n Jesus, picking a fight with eight drunks in a bar without back-up is a dumbass idea."
Seth snorted, "First of all, love, it was six guys and only four of them were plastered, the other two were just tipsy. Besides, they were insulting soldiers: calling us pigs to the slaughter and mindless killers, and a bunch of other shit. You would've done the same thing."
He faltered. He would have done the exact same thing, and Seth knew it.
"Can we just go home and forget this thing ever happened?" Seth asked quietly.
Neal sighed, running his hands through his bronze hair.
"Fine."
Seth grinned, and walked over to him, soundly kissing the older man on the mouth. "Thank you."
Neal grumbled incoherently, wrapping his arms around the man's waist, "You owe me."
He smirked, "I love you too," and locked his lips with Neal's once more. A moan was muffled as Neal harshly bit Seth's lip, not letting the medic get away with playing games.
"We should go home." Seth muttered as Neal kissed his jaw.
"Fine with me." He abruptly stopped his kissing and dragged Seth to the car.
The medic couldn't help but smirk.