Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Alex Rider franchise...if I did, Scorpia Rising would NOT have ended the way it did. OMG .
And beware of major OOCness and strong BL themes, don't like, don't read. No flames please.
Chapter 8: Official
When they reached the upscale hotel at the center of Paris, France, Yassen passed the keys of the car to the valet boy as he and Alex stepped into the plush lobby. The high ceiling was covered in decorative gold leaf, which matched the mammoth chandelier hanging from above and the warm, cream-colored furniture. The younger sucked in a quick breath as they walked up to the reception desk, never on any of his adventures had he seen a place as fancy as this. Oh the things you get to do with Yassen Gregorovitch, Alex thought wryly.
The receptionist was young and slim with a gorgeous face and a body to match: and she knew it. "Bonjour, Messieurs. How may I serve you today?" she asked coyly with a heavy accent, clearly pleased by the dashing men in front of her and making sure to catch Alex's eye suggestively. The two handsome foreigners were obviously a welcome break from her usual fat, grumpy government official or pompous corporate CEO.
Yassen caught the movement but chose to ignore it…for now, "We have a room reserved, Mademoiselle."
The Rider smiled tentatively back at the girl, unused to the flirting.
"Only one room?" she sounded slightly disappointed, no visiting the cute one then.
"Oui, under the name Dimitri."
The girl pursed her lips at Yassen's curt tone, "Ah yes." After tapping away at her keyboard for a moment, she activated the two keycards and passed them to Alex, ignoring Yassen's outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful stay, Monsieur. If you need anything, feel free to ask for me, Emilia." She then handed Alex a handwritten note on a piece of stationary with her name and number.
The younger blushed as he took the paper, "Thank you, Mademoiselle. I…will be sure to remember that."
As soon as the elevator doors closed on the two of them, Yassen pulled Alex against him harshly as he growled in the teen's ear, "You're mine."
Sighing inwardly, the Rider reveled at the feeling of having that toned body pressed against his. Smirking slightly at the elder, he leaned up and whispered, "Now we're even."
"Mmm, don't start," Yassen retorted playfully as he ran the hand gripping the younger's waist down over a defined hipbone and reached into Alex's right pants pocket to retrieve a keycard and the note. Grinning when the Rider gasped, Yassen pulled back his arm as the elevator doors dinged open, "I'll just be taking these then." And as they stepped out onto the eighth floor foyer, Yassen promptly crumpled up the note and threw it into the nearest trashcan.
"What if I really wanted to call her?" Alex pouted, "She was cute."
Yassen snorted as he snuck his arm around the younger's waist again and pulled Alex closer so he could whisper in his ear, "Why don't we head to the room so I can make you forget all about that thought?"
Alex groaned as he felt the elder's hand slip under his shirt and massage the sensitive skin at his hip, "Shit."
Yassen only smiled sexily down at the other.
The pair then walked to their one bedroom suite located at the end of the hallway. I had only provided them with the best, of course. The view was spectacular and the room was luxurious. Two king sized beds stacked with bedding and pillows sat on the left side of the room while the television, desk, and kitchen sat on the right with a door leading to the fancy bathroom. The entire back wall was one big window with a section cut out to fit a glass door, which led to the porch outside. It all provided a picturesque view of downtown Paris.
Alex walked up to the window and gazed out at the scene, "It's beautiful."
"I know, the black hair looks wonderful," Yassen complimented as he stood behind the teen and wrapped his arms around the younger's waist, resting his chin comfortably on Alex's left shoulder.
The Rider smirked as he turned around in the other's protective embrace. "As long as you like it. So…are we, like, official or something?"
"Like official?" Yassen snorted. "The only thing that's official is that you're mine," the elder declared as he pulled Alex closer and captured the Rider's lips in a fierce kiss. The Russian completely dominated, running his tongue all over the younger's lips and diving in when Alex gasped sharply. Yassen made sure to taste every inch of Alex's hot cavern, coaxing the other's tongue to join.
Alex was shocked when the Russian's appendage had first slipped into his mouth, but as he got used to the sensation, he obediently started sucking on it as Yassen tasted him. Dear Lord, this man can kiss.
As the elder pulled away, he said breathlessly, "Your dad taught me that."
Alex grimaced, "Way to ruin the mood, idiot."
They stood there breathing hard, arms wrapped around each other for a few minutes. "Let's go see the city," Yassen said suddenly.
"What," Alex smiled, "Like a date?"
The Russian chuckled lightly, "Sure. Alex, will you go out with me?"
"Holy shit," the Rider swore as he blushed beet red. "Yassen Gregorovitch did NOT just ask me on a date!"
"Is that a 'no'?" the elder asked playfully.
"Yes! I mean no! I mean-" Alex pouted. "Of course I'll go out with you, mother fucker."
Yassen laughed, "You're cute when you're mad."
"…Is this what you're really like?" the younger asked curiously. "What happened to the cold-hearted bastard who kills people for dropping boxes?"
"You just bring out the worst in me," Yassen said off-handedly as he reached into his suitcase and pulled out the black drawstring bag. "Before we go though, I need to ask you a favor."
From the bag, the Russian took out something resembling a gun and two small cases. Opening one of the cases and taking out a flat pellet about the size of a small marble, he then loaded it into the gun.
"What's that?" Alex prompted, slightly apprehensive.
Yassen checked to make sure everything was set before holding the gun to his left forearm, and firing. A spot of blood pooled around the hole where the pellet went in and the elder casually applied pressure until the bleeding slowed down sufficiently. He then pulled out his mobile phone and pushing a few buttons before nodding.
"It's a tracker," he finally clarified for Alex. "I can't risk losing you now, but in case we do get separated, we'll be able to find each other. As I'm sure you've experienced, trackers placed on clothes, shoes, or jewelry hardly ever stay on for long in the hands of the enemy. However, I did hear about the time MI6 sent you to infiltrate Scorpia with that retainer, a very interesting approach."
Alex gulped, "I understand." He held up his left arm willingly as the other loaded the other pellet. "How does the tracker work?"
Yassen lined up the gun, "Once I fire this, the tracker activates and sends signals to satellites which relay them to our phones superimposed on a GPS map. It's not fool proof, but in today's world, nothing is. You'll feel a pinch."
He fired.
"AH!" Alex nearly yelled. "Some pinch…"
Yassen quickly pressed gauze to the wound and kissed the younger on the temple, "Man up."
"Shut it."
"Would you like a Band-Aid with that?"
"I said shut up!"
"How about Sesame Street? I have one with Elmo on it."
Alex growled, tackling the elder and smashing their lips together; to shut him up of course. Yassen only smiled in response as they broke away.
"Let's get changed, it's warm out today," the Russian suggested. "But before you put anything on, take this." He handed the Rider a bulletproof vest. "It's the latest model, ultra-light with maximum protection. It should fit comfortably under anything you'd want to wear."
Nodding, Alex took it cautiously, "Got it. Are you wearing one too?"
"Naturally."
Alex pulled the Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt over his head and looked through the clothes he had packed. Putting on the vest first, he took a blue long-sleeved collared shirt and buttoned it up, rolling up the sleeves past his elbows. Next, he slipped out of his skinny jeans with a sigh of relief and put on knee-length, fitted black shorts. After tucking in his cotton shirt into his pants and securing a black belt around his hips, he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Your turn," Alex called.
Clothes in hand, Yassen walked in and closed the door behind him as Alex heard the sink running. The Rider sighed, contemplating his situation. He had never been in a relationship with a man before, heck, he never even thought of being into guys, but then along came the deadly assassin who killed his uncle to whisk him away on fanciful adventures and make him fall in love. Alex smiled, Yassen seemed completely different in his company, in a good way. I wonder if he's just as different in be-
His reverie was broken as Yassen emerged from the bathroom freshly shaved and ready to go. The elder had chosen to don a pink collared shirt with a black pinstripe jacket over it, keeping his dark casual jeans from the plane ride. The Russian had rolled his sleeves up and left his jacket unbuttoned. "Enjoying the view?" the elder grinned.
Alex was about to retort, but changed his mind. What the hell, they were together now. "Always," he smirked. "Although, I never thought you'd wear pink."
Yassen raised a brow at the confident response and leaned in for a quick kiss, "Never assume, always prepare for the unexpected. And I must say, you look dashing. But please take out those piercings, they make you look cheap."
"What?" Alex exclaimed, "You just did them for me like a day ago!"
"They were only for travel purposes," Yassen responded calmly.
"Come on!"
"Well if you're that attached to them, be my guest, keep them in."
"It's not that…it's because you did them…"
"Aw, is Alex getting sentimental?"
"You're such an ass."
Yassen smiled, "Don't worry, I'll get you something else. Just take those atrocities out."
Alex laughed, "Okay."
-TBC-
Oh dear, I hope it's not too bad. I kind of rushed on this one because I'm volunteering at a hospital four times a week and I have summer school coming up, so I really won't have much time to write, but I've nearly gotten to the good parts. *evil laugh*
No smut, but a little fluff this time. I'll probably work something in for next chapter. And as always, send any corrections you spot as well as suggestions!
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Bye for now,
~catch