- The Mistake -
~ Chapter Six ~
Alex moved slowly to put the now empty bowl on the night stand beside the bed. He dared not to move, he really didn't want to end up chained back to the bed with Yassen anywhere near him. God only knew what plans the other male had for him. Averting his gaze from the night stand, he stared at the window longingly. It was probably mid-afternoon, which meant he'd now officially been missing for almost an entire day. He wondered, idly, if MI6 would actually give into Damien Cray's offer. He also wondered just who this brother of the man was, and what he was doing in the government's hands.
"You can move around, you know," Yassen spoke rather suddenly, startling Alex so badly he almost slipped off the bed. At the last second however he pushed himself back onto the bed, sending the assassin the dirtiest look he could muster up. The older man simply smirked and pushed himself off the wall. "Well, if that's what you wanted, all you had to do was ask."
Alex's eyes widened slightly. "W-what?" he stuttered out crawling backward across the mattress as Yassen got to the edge of the bed, a look of wicked amusement in his eyes.
"Come on, Alex. I won't hurt you," Yassen practically purred, his accented voice taking back that husky quality to it. He placed one knee on the bed, and that was all it took for Alex to fall… off the bed. He hadn't actually meant to do this, but he also had been too distracted by getting away from Yassen to realize that the mattress was not never-ending. He winced. He was fairly certain, now, that he'd bruised his tail bone. And he was also certain that he was unfortunately not going to make it out of this unscathed; whether by his own stupidity or by other peoples cruelty.
Yassen let out a quiet laugh. Alex hadn't realized it yet, but he had the most adorable pout on his lips that were still flushed from Yassens earlier 'attack'. "Figures it would take that just to get you out of bed," he mused. "You should really take advantage of not being chained up for the moment. I'm not as naïve as Mr. Cray. I know exactly what you're capable of, little spy."
"Are you certain of that?" Alex replied coldly as he moved his hand toward the dresser drawer of the nightstand beside him.
"Absolutely positive," Yassen said assuredly, smirking. "Just like I'm positive that I did not put that knife back in the drawer. And even if I had, you wouldn't be able to get out of here with just that as a weapon. Don't be foolish, Alex." His voice seemed to soften at the end of his sentence as he stared at Alex who continued to send glares toward the other male.
"Stop acting like you know me!" Alex finally shouted, anger sizzling just beneath the surface of his words. "You don't have a fucking clue what I could do." His sentence trailed off with a hiss.
The blonde assassin hummed thoughtfully under his breath. "I know you're a lot like your father. He was an amazing spy and assassin, I'll admit. He did after all, train me."
Alex's eyes widened slightly, not able to stop the shock from taking over his face; "You're lying…" he responded weakly. Unfortunately, his words didn't sound very sure. Because he wasn't. He barely knew his father; he'd been very young when his parents died in that plane crash. The only father he'd ever known was his Uncle Ian and even him… He felt a little lost, suddenly, like his life had only ever been a complete lie.
"You look like I just killed your puppy," Yassen mused to himself, staring at Alex in silence for a moment before he crawled the rest of the way across the mattress and reached down, grabbing Alex's torn blue shirt and yanking him roughly up onto the bed.
This managed to startle the spy out of his morose thoughts and he immediately began to struggle as Yassen positioned himself on top of him, his arms pinned by his sides by the assassin's knees. It hurt, but right now Alex was far more concerned with the fact that the older male's face had gotten especially close to his own. Alex froze, staring up at Yassen wearily, turning his head just slightly to the side as if to hide his lips in the pillow beside him.
This only seemed to amuse Yassen, which only managed to frustrate Alex to no end. What the hell was wrong with this guy! Couldn't he take a hint?
"Get off of me!" Alex shouted, which was highly unnecessary since Yassen was so close. It seems he thought so as well because he grimaced. His ears were likely ringing, Alex thought with satisfaction.
"No," the assassin said bluntly before grabbing Alex's chin and forcing him to look at Yassen.
"I hate you," Alex hissed under his breath, just loud enough for Yassen to hear the absolute loathing in his voice.
This seemed to amuse Yassen because a smile slipped across his lips. "For now," he said in a matter of fact tone before leaning down and capturing Alex's lips in a much less brutal kiss then the first that they'd shared.
Alex averted his gaze to stare at the door on the other side of the bed. He refused to look at or respond to Yassen, and he knew it was a useless endeavor to bother struggling. It hadn't worked so well the last time, in fact it seemed to turn the assassin on more. He grimaced inwardly at the thought.
After about a minute of Alex simply lying there limply, Yassen pulled away with a small scowl which he quickly hid so the little spy couldn't realize just how annoyed he was that he wasn't reacting at all. A sigh escaped his lips. "I'll make you a deal," he murmured quietly into Alex's ear. He felt the body underneath of him shudder just slightly, likely from the hot air of his breath blowing across such a sensitive spot. "If you willingly come and kiss me in the next five minutes, I'll keep you unchained until I return from an errand. That'll give you free reign of the room, and an hour or two to attempt to free yourself from your little prison cell."
Alex's eyes widened slightly and his breath gave a little hitch of surprise. Yassen smirked and got up from the little spy before leaving the mattress entirely and walking back over to the wall he was resting on earlier. He truly had no idea if the boy would accept the deal he'd made or not. He supposed it depended on just how badly he wanted a chance to escape. Which, Yassen mused, could be a problem; but he wouldn't be getting off the yacht unless he wanted to go swimming with the sharks. In which case, Alex wasn't quite that stupid.
Yassen glanced at the watch on his left wrist, refusing to look over at the bed where Alex had sat up and was stealing glances at him. Two minutes left.
Watching as the hand ticked by slowly, another minute passed before he heard movement coming from the bed and heard footsteps slowly approaching him. He glanced up to look at Alex who had an adorable flush staining his cheeks, and both hands clenched into fists.
Alex slowly inhaled a breath of air, not quite believing that he was about to do this. But it was true; he wouldn't have any chance of escaping if not for the chance that Yassen had given him. It was only a kiss, right?
"30 seconds left, Alex. You better hurry and decide," Yassen spoke quietly, startling Alex slightly. The spy clenched his teeth together in frustration, trying to get up the nerve to kiss the assassin.
Yassen sighed and looked down at his watch down, speaking slowly as the seconds ticked by. "10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3…" He didn't get any further because of the sudden pressure of lips upon his own. Alex had his eyes closed tightly, not quite believing that he'd finally done it before trying to pull away. Yassen wouldn't have that, and grasped the back of the boy's head, deepening the kiss. Alex's eyes snapped open in surprise as a tongue intruded between his parted lips, idly playing with his own for a moment. It was enough to make Alex's eyes glaze over just slightly in pleasure and make his knees weak enough that he could just barely hold himself up. But just as Alex was about to start responding to the kiss, Yassen pulled away. "Mm," he hummed, trailing his thumb across the spy's bottom lip which was red and swollen from the kiss they'd just shared. "You have your freedom until I get back."
Yassen pulled away from the panting spy with a smirk before exiting the room. The lock sounded through the room eerily and seemed to snap Alex out of his trance-like state.
Now was not the time to reflect upon why that kiss felt different from the rest. It was time to figure out how the hell he was supposed to get out of a locked room. And he only had, at max, two hours to attempt to get out of here undetected.
This… was going to be difficult.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Again, I'm very sorry for not updating for so long, I had attempted to update it with a chapter a month or so ago but my computer decided that it was time to crash on me and I lost the chapter and had to re-write it. It's not exactly as I had written it, but hopefully it's better than the initial idea I had. Again, enjoy and please review. All comments and constructive criticism is welcome!