AN: Moshi mina-san! At last here is the second chapter… I'm so very sorry that it took me so long to write this...
Everything written in italics are flashbacks!
I'm going to give this story perhaps a little twist from what happened in the books/movie. I'm trying to keep close to the general lines, but I might miss or change some details (for my own flow of my story… :p)
I should also warn you, this chapter contains a lemon… So, don't like, don't read!
Oh yes, and UnstableDeuterium, I did not delete your review. I would never do such a horrible thing. I love reviews… Why would I throw them away…: ) And I am really glad that you liked the first chapter! I hope you're going to like this one too. : )
Anyway, on we go! Here is:
Chapter two: (Ian's POV)
03.00
The red numbers flash brightly in the dark room. I sigh softly. Sleep doesn't seem to come this night…
Still no news… It has been two weeks already. Not that he needs to call me everyday. Just once or twice a week…just to let me know he's okay. He knows I'm easily worried.
Rolling over to my other side, my eyes sadden. My body shivers. It misses the warmth of his skin, the feel of his arms.
Two weeks. Has something happened to him?
The second the thought crosses my mind, I can feel my stomach clench. My heart beats faster, my throat goes dry and in a strange way I can hardly seem to breathe… I hate this feeling.
Fear…
Even though I know that probably there is nothing to be scared of. After all, he's one of the best. He has been trained by the best.
A very small smile finds its way to my lips. We both have been trained by the same man. Although… Trained… He didn't really train us. Yet we still learned a hell of a lot just by watching him and working with him…
"Beep"
For a couple of seconds I freeze… Can it…?
Sitting up straight in my bed I reach for my cell phone. Yassen…
My face sets itself in its usual mask. Cold. Uncaring. Yet with a trace of sadness in my eyes.
Yet another mission. Yet another beginning of the day without any news of him.
I sigh, type my answer quickly and lay myself back down. Making up my mind, I decide to do some research. Starting within a few hours, when the sun rises.
I just need to know…
AaAaAa
Disappeared. It seems like he has vanished from the earth. Without a sign, without a word, without a trace. Gone…
Couldn't he even warn me? He trusts me, not? He could tell me if he had to hide…
Or has my worst fear become reality…? Is he…? Has he … Died?
No! Shaking my head furiously I close my eyes. His image so clearly in my mind. There is no way he is dead!
But the question remains. If he isn't, if he's still alive, where is he?
My eyes widen when another thought crosses my mind. Scorpia… Has he fallen in one of their traps? Do they know he's not really working with them? Did they found out about me? About… Us?
I don't even want to think about what they are going to do to him if they know… There are too many possibilities. All of them cruel and painful.
Once more my heart clenches with fear. I've brought so much more danger in his life…
-
"Ian!" His gentle voice welcomes me.
"John!" A warm hug.
"It has been to long."
I can do nothing else but nod. It really has been.
We walk away from the private plane I just stepped out. I know he sees me limping. I know he won't question it.
"So, how's Helen?"
A smile on his face. "She's fine. Just dying to see her brother-in-law again…"
I laugh softly. Yeah… I missed you guys too.
Anyone who passes by might find this a relaxed meeting between brothers. Yet neither of us is really at ease. We're both on our guard.
My eyes turn to slits when I see a man approach us. Blond hair. Blue eyes. The body of a dancer. A dangerous aura around him. He can't even be older than twenty. Even though he has a mature look in his orbs.
John's hand on my arm is a signal. He knows that man. And he tells me the man is okay. Yet it doesn't completely reassure me. There is no one I trust unless I've seen him worth my trust. Not because someone tells me he is trustworthy. Not even because John tells me. And I know my brother knows that. I know that he's the same.
"Ian, this is Yassen. Yassen Gregorovich."
The man holds out his hand. He has a strong yet comfortable grip.
"Nice to meet you."
His eyes are sparkling and his voice captivates me.
"Same here."
The smile that graces his lips makes his face even more handsome. And younger still.
Far away I wonder how the two of them met. Is he a 'colleague'? Probably…
His name sounds Russian, yet there is not a trace of an accent when he speaks English.
He's younger than us. So, that means John trains him…
It is only now that I notice the small bandagearound his neck.
Looking at John again I see he's still smiling.
"We worked together."
Ah. So, he trained him like he trained me. By working together and giving advice. By letting the boy watch him.
Unnoticeable for other eyes, I shiver. There is something about him… Something I can't describe. Something that draws me to this young man. Yet at the same time I fear it. It's a feeling I've never known before.
Why did he bring him here? Does he trust him that much? Does he… love him?
I don't know why that last thought brings a stab of jealousy and pain to my heart. Hell, I don't even know why the though occurred to me…
"Ian, can he stay with you this week? He needs to recover from our mission. And if he stays with me, it will needlessly endanger him more."
I nod. "Of course."
So that's why. John's protecting him. It was a stupid thought of me. After all, he has Helen… Still, he does really trust him. To ask me to look after him…
-
He's been in my house for three days now. We've talked a lot. Nothing personal, but still… We've learned a lot about each other. Trivial things, nothing important, yet things that do mean something to either of us.
I smile. I actually enjoy this. His company, our talks. Just his mere presence is enough.
A soft sigh escapes my lips. What has he done to me? What is he doing to me still?
I lower my head on my hands.
His sudden hand on my shoulder makes me flinch. How come I didn't hear him enter my room? I didn't even feel, didn't even notice him approach.
Is he so good, or have I lowered my guard? Was I, am I too relaxed?
"Something wrong?"
I shake my head once and turn to face him. He sounds worried. And when our eyes meet, I'm surprised by the worry I find in them. Why would he care so much?
I don't think he believes my denial.
"Don't lie to me Ian…"
Is that pain in his voice?
His face is sad. I've never seen him like that. Mentally I shake my head. What am I thinking? I've only known the man for three days…
Why does he have such a great influence on me, on my thoughts, on my… heart?
Gentle fingers trace my cheek and I paralyze. Holding my breath. I know he can see a far away presence of fear on my face. Yet there is an even bigger sign of anticipation. What will he do? What will I do?
"Ian…"
His voice is soft, rough even. It's the first time I hear anyone say my name like that. It makes butterflies roam through my belly, my heart flutters in my chest. I've never known the feeling, but now that I feel it, I know I'll keep longing for it. And I love it, yet at the same time I fear it. Because I am a spy. A working tool for MI6. I can't afford to fall in love. Certainly not with a person as dangerous as him…
Slowly he inches his face closer towards mine. I can already feel his breath on my lips. And I know I am blushing like mad.
Almost out of its own will my hand reaches up to lay itself against his chest. I can feel his heartbeat race way to fast. He's just as nervous as I am. A very small, almost unnoticeable smile graces my lips. Ah, those youthful… Willing to take the risk.
Even though he is trained not to show anything, I can see a flash of disappointment in his eyes when he's stopped by my action.
The rational part of me tells me that I just did the right thing. Yet somehow it saddens me. And arching pain in my chest.
Slowly I can feel him pull away. His hand has left my face and has fallen limply to his side.
No. I don't want him to go away. Not now, not ever…
Reaching out farther, my hand grabs his white T-shirt. I can see his eyes widen and I'm a bit shocked myself by my impulsive reaction. I mentally smirk. What a deep effect he has on me…
Gently I bring our two faces together. He won't reject me. And I know I can't push him away anymore.
I shudder when cold lips touch mine. He smiles and I close my eyes to heighten the sensation.
Far away in my mind I know that this move is going to cause us a lot of trouble. It will bring much more danger to our lives. It might even cause both our deaths…
He puts more pressure on my lips and I moan softly.
My other hand travels up to bring his head closer still. Mouths open. Tongues meet.
His hands are gripping my shoulders, bringing our bodies closer to each other. Longing for more contact. In return my arms sneak around his waist.
He's still moving closer and eventually he ends up sitting on my lap.
Gently he pushes me backwards and I lay myself on my bed, bringing him down with me.
There is nothing I can do or say now to stop either of us. Not that I would want that.
His hands are busy with the buttons of my vest. His lips occupied with my neck. The moment his cold hands touch my skin I gasp and moan deep in my throat. It feels amazing.
I can feel his smirk vibrating against my chest and through my body.
Hmm… Is this right? I smile when his mouth works its way downwards. I think I can be satisfied with being bottom for the moment. As long as he doesn't expect me to stay it…
"Aargh…"
My eyes roll back and my breathing hitches. My hands reach for his head, guiding its movements.
I can't believe it. I didn't even notice him loosening my trousers.
His mouth is heaven, his tongue skilful… It's like a fire that's ragging through me. I can't control myself.
"No, not yet… Not yet…"
My voice is rough when I gently remove his head from between my legs. Tilting his face back upwards I hungrily capture his soft lips into a soaring kiss.
I whisper against his lips.
"Take me Yassen."
His eyes look surprised in my own. And after finding nothing but thrust and anticipation in them he nods.
Reaching over for his bag, he takes out a tube of lotion. My hands busy caressing his chest and back.
I gasp softly when his finger enters me. He places butterfly kisses all over my face. And after a couple of second he adds a second and a while later a third digit.
Our eyes meet and his fingers leave my body. A soft grunt escapes my lips at the feeling of loss. His lips firmly descend on mine while he enters me. I gasp in his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails definitely leaving marks there.
Within no time we have found a comfortable rhythm to rock together. He's nipping my neck while my fingers still hold onto his back. My eyes are closed and I try hard not to scream at the enormous pleasure that is roaring through me.
His mouth abandons my skin so he can look at me.
"Ian… Open your eyes…"
His voice is so husky that I can do nothing else but obey. His blue orbs are captivating. And I feel I'm losing myself in them.
"Let me hear your voice Ian… Please…"
My eyes close themselves again and I turn my head away. My whole body trembling. A firm blush on my cheeks.
"Yassen…"
His hips start to move faster. And I cannot hold back the moan deep in my throat.
"Aargh…"
I cannot hold back anymore. The feeling becoming to much to handle.
"Ah… Yes, harder. Faster! … Yassen!!"
My teeth biting down on his shoulder to prevent me from crying out loud when I feel my release rush through me.
"Aargh… Ian!!!"
The clenching of my inner walls bring him to come few seconds after me. He falls on top of me. Both our breathings laboured.
After a couple of seconds he wants to get up again, yet my arms reach out around him and pull him back down. I don't want to lose this feeling already. Not yet. I want to keep his warmth, his scent close to me just for a moment longer.
"Please… Stay inside me. Just for a little while longer…"
He smiles when he gently places his lips on mine again.
It is a comforting feeling. His heartbeat against mine. It is reassuring to feel his weight on top of me.
Don't leave me Yassen. I know that our jobs won't make this any easier, but don't leave me.
"Let me stay with you Ian."
His voice is so soft that I barely missed it. Looking back up to me I can see he is perfectly serious. So, he isn't planning on leaving my side.
I can't help the silly grin that reaches my lips.
"I'm not planning on letting you go any time soon!"
That's true Yassen. Let's stay together. Let's give it a try. I'll never leave you. We'll always be at each other's side.
-
I look down at the map before me on the table. My mission. No time, no place to worry about him…
It starts tonight…
AaAaAa
(Two weeks later)
I wonder how Alex and Jack are.
Sighing softly, I inwardly curse my job. The boy needs a father. And I'm never there… After John died, I took him in. I promised to take care of him. He was just a baby.
A sad smile appears. I've never told him, but I'm quite fond of the kid. I don't think he realises that. I love him as my own son.
Perhaps I should talk with him tonight when I arrive back home. Let him know that I do care… And perhaps I should finally tell him the truth. About John, about me, about our work, about… Yassen…
Yassen… Four weeks. Still no news. I've found nothing. And he didn't contact me, in any way…
I put on the CD player. Loud… Not wanting to think about anything. Least of all the two men, can I call Alex a man already?, I just thought about. The mere thought of them brings fear and pain to my heart. Mixed with pride and love. It just hurts too much to think about them…
I'm driving to fast. Way to fast. However, the sooner I'm gone form this place, the better. There is nothing that still waits for me here. Nothing but a certain death. And that is one thing I can't allow to happen. Dying without having seen him one last time…
The road I'm driving is dangerous, yet not for me. My mind is so far away that I'm practically driving on automatic pilot. Not paying attention to anything.
I didn't hear the chopper. I didn't notice the man hanging outside, right next to me. Not until it was to late.
Looking aside my blue-grey eyes catch familiar blue orbs. I almost smile. Yet there is no recognition in them. They are cold. Set on killing.
He raises the gun and there is nothing I can do. For a moment I'm too stunned to react. And I know that it is going to be the death of me.
How ironic. I didn't want to die before seeing him one last time. And now I see him. And he's going to be the last thing I'll ever see. Because he's going to be the one who kills me… Somewhere it doesn't bother me. Somewhere I'm glad he's going to be the one to pull the trigger. Somewhere it all fits.
It all passes in a second before he fires the first bullet. The others soon following. There is still so much I want to tell him…
TBC...
AN: please, tell me what you think of it!!