AN: Warning: Rough sex. Now, I wouldn't personally consider it overly graphic, but some might. NC-17 is the rating I would have given it in Area 52. So, read as you may.

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CHAPTER 3- Learning the Ropes.

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Alex sighed as he sat in front of a bottle of vodka. He had been sitting here for quite some time, trying to force himself to drink. The alcohol inhibitors would only dilute most of the alcohol. Before he tried them out in public, he had to find his limits, first. He'd been here for two days, and Gieve had thought to be helpful and introduce him to one of the other teens living in the building.

The boy was just shy over eighteen, and his nickname, or at least Alex hoped it was a nickname, was Mutt. They'd met earlier today, and Mutt had invited him to join a party on Saturday, in two days.

He had only left the Flat to eat and to withdraw his daily allowance. He didn't want MI6 to know that he wasn't fully immersed in his cover yet, and figured the disappearance of the money would cover his distraction. He kept the money in a safety box under his bed.

He had been keeping an eye on the building across the way from him through his telescope. He hadn't seen Yassen yet, but some deep instinct told him that the man was near.

He glanced longingly at the telescope now. He would much rather be staring at an empty apartment than the bottle in front of him. He had watched his Uncle fall into a bottle a time or two, and Ian Rider had not been a pleasant drunk. As such, he'd always stayed away from it, preferring to keep his body healthy.

The doorbell rang, startling him. He frowned, wondering who it could be. He quickly used his hand to flip up the telescope as he walked by, and was glad he had put away the other equipment.

Opening the door after having his palm scanned, he was surprised to see Mutt standing there, a bottle of Smirnoff in his hand, his other arm around a girl.

"Hey Alex. Thought we'd come up and welcome you proper like." The boy pushed his way past Alex and into the Flat. Confused, Alex closed the door, not sure what was happening. He took a look at his guest.

Mutt had joked, the first time they met, that he really was a mutt. His mother was American, while his father was Russian. They had moved here to complete some high end deal that Mutt cared nothing about.

The boy had brown hair with green eyes, was about 5'11", and Alex estimated him to be about 170lbs. He certainly seemed attractive enough, but there was something about him Alex couldn't quite put his finger on. He wore black slacks, a light blue shirt, and a dark sports jacket.

Mutt caught sight of the bottle on the kitchen bar, and grinned. "Looks like we're on the same page after all!"

Alex shrugged, and glanced at the girl. She was pretty enough with long blond hair and amazingly blue eyes, but they were lacklustre, and he deeply suspected she was paid company. She wore a tight black dress that barely covered anything and a light pink jacket. She also wore stiletto heels, and walked quite confidently on them. All were very expensive looking.

Still, she seemed happy to be draped over Mutt's arm, so Alex let it be. He moved carefully to the kitchen and took out two shot glasses, deciding that Mutt and company could share. He didn't particularly want to do dishes any time soon.

"You're awful quiet, Alex," Mutt grumbled as he poured himself a shot.

Remember his cover, Alex grinned. "I just wasn't expecting to see you before Saturday."

"Yeah, well, Missy here and I decided we were in the mood for some fun tonight. Since you're new here, I figured I'd come up and drag you out with us. Missy can help you find something to wear," Mutt said as he patted Missy's behind, shooing her in Alex's direction. "She's very good with the local fashions and trends."

Missy moved to his closet, but Alex stepped in front of her, his hand held up in a 'stop' motion. "Ah, that's okay, Missy. I appreciate it, really, but I prefer to dress myself." Yep, definitely paid company, and, it seemed, Mutt intended her as a gift for him. Alex sighed, wondering what he should do now.

Mutt laughed. "I forgot you were British. You guys are pretty stuck up about that kind of thing, aren't you? Well, bro, here, there's no rules. Except that you have to play by no rules."

Alex nodded. Well, he'd needed a guide to the nightlife of Moscow if he was going to maintain his cover. And Mutt seemed more than willing to befriend him, and even offer up excuses for him. Perhaps because he was a foreigner himself. It might be worth having him around if Alex messed up too badly.

"We can go out, but I'm definitely getting dressed alone. Just tell what we're walking into."

Mutt shrugged. "A night club. There aren't many around, but it's one of the best. It's got some weird Russian name, but most of us called it 'Fuzz'." Mutt eyed Alex up and down. "Just dress sexy, and you'll be fine. Come' on Missy, let's go wait for Mr. Modesty outside the door."

Alex was prepared to let them go, but remembered the scanner, and rushed ahead of them, opening the door and waving Missy through, as though he were treating her like a lady. Obviously not something she was used to because she blushed.

Mutt groaned. "English manners aren't going to fly here, buddy."

Alex shrugged. "A little courtesy can go a long way with the female psyche."

Mutt stared at him for a moment as though he were from outer space, then grinned knowingly. "Gotcha. Hurry up and dress."

Alex closed the door, sagging against it. He wasn't ready for this. Closing his eyes, he knew he was going to have to make a decision tonight. Either he was under cover, some rich man's son trying to get away from his parents, or he was a spy and might as well announce it to all of Moscow.

Throwing open his closet, he found himself staring at the clothes inside. Thankfully, MI6 had prepared this for him too. He'd discovered the clothes yesterday when he'd unpacked his duffle bag. All high brand names, all very expensive. And all had a certain style of class to them.

Grabbing some clothes, he threw them on. He quickly put on his ankle holster under the pants, and chose a nice pair of black loafers. Not exactly great weather wear for the frigid temperatures outside. Thinking quickly, he filled his wallet and pockets with cash, having it accessible in every pocket or lining he might stick his hand into.

He opened the door again and locked it behind him. He could feel Mutt and Missy both looking him up and down. He'd chosen a black Armani long sleeve shirt with beige jeans, and a black sports jacket over top. Turning back to them, he held out his arms.

"Inspection?" He joked.

Joking or no, Missy circled him twice, and finally stood back. She looked at Mutt. "I don't know. His clothes look good, there's just something- off."

Mutt sighed. He snapped his fingers at Missy. "It's his hair. It's all over the place. Give me your purse." She did so, and he fished out a tube of hair gel. Squirting some on his hands, he rubbed them together before roughly shoving them through Alex's hair several times, making sure to get the back too, then messed it up with his fingers. When he was finished, he stepped back and used a wetnap from Missy's purse to clean his hands.

Missy was nodding. "Much better. Now it looks like he did it on purpose."

"Come on, let's go. Dad's given me the limo for the night," Mutt instructed.

Alex followed him out, not quite sure what to make of the scene in the hallway. Gieve met them at the door, and he, too, gave Alex an appraising look. He turned to Missy and Mutt.

"He dressed himself, didn't he?"

"I offered. Besides, he looks good, and his accent will win over anyone," Missy chuckled. She leaned over, to Alex's surprise, and gave the older man a kiss on the cheek.

Mutt, seeing Alex's expression, leaned over and whispered, "She's his niece."

Unfortunately, that made it all the more confusing for Alex. Surely Gieve knew Mutt was paying Missy for her company, however willing she might appear? They got into the Limo.

It wasn't until they were moving that Alex remembered he had forgotten to take the inhibitors.

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An hour later, Alex gasped for breath as he pulled away from Missy and returned to Mutt, who was sitting at their table with a leggy blond waitress on his knee. Mutt grinned.

"She wore you out, did she?"

Alex laughed. He had to admit, he was having a good time. He'd managed to avoid drinking entirely by allowing himself to be dragged on to the dance floor. The rave music pounded through his chest, but he didn't care.

"I guess so. I need some water," Alex gasped, looking around for another waitress, as theirs appeared to be preoccupied.

Mutt chuckled. "There's vodka on the table."

Alex shook his head. "Water first." He watched as Mutt pushed the waitress off and sent her off to fetch what Alex wanted. He poured them each a shot, but waited patiently for the water.

Curious, Alex couldn't help but ask. "I thought you were with Missy?"

Mutt chortled. "I know you know Missy is paid for. Besides, she's my gift to you tonight. Treat her well, and she'll know the right friend for you."

"And if I don't?" Alex asked cautiously.

Mutt shrugged. "Then your nights are going to be very cold, my friend. Word gets around those girls like you wouldn't believe."

Alex nodded and sat back. There it was, then. His way out. He couldn't afford to have a girl at his Flat every night, and he thought he was getting to know Mutt well enough to know the young man would try for just that. Sighing, he was surprised to find he didn't find so much as an ounce of guilt for what he was planning to do. But then, he hadn't felt much of anything of late. He was here for a reason, and nothing beyond that mattered.

He grabbed the shot glass and downed it. Mutt laughed, and poured them each another one. This time, Alex didn't hesitate and downed that one too. He was going to need it tonight.

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They were loud as they banged their way down the hallway from the elevator to his door. Alex had Missy on one side of him, Mutt on the other, and he really wasn't sure who was holding who up.

They got to his door, where Mutt took Alex's arm off his shoulder. "Well, I have to go. It's been a blast, Alex. Missy, you take care of my boy!" Which actually came out as, 'll, I hafta go. It nn a blst, lex. Missy, you tke care of m'bo!'.

Missy chuckled. It was only now that Alex realized she hadn't touched a drop all night. "Hey," he slurred as she guided him into the flat. "You didn't drink!"

Missy smiled. "I never drink while I'm the job, and as soon as Mutt hits town, I'm working 24/7."

Alex nodded as if this made perfect sense, which to his muddled mind, it didn't really. "Does your Uncle know what you do?"

Missy sat him on the bed. "Of course he does, silly. It takes all of our incomes to make do, though we do a lot better when Mutt's here."

Alex smiled. "You really like him, don't you?"

"He's a good friend to me, and while he definitely has his own problems, he's very generous."

She started to undo his buttons, but he pulled away, his mind fighting through the haze enough to realize she shouldn't see the gun on his ankle. Instead, he lifted his hand to the back of her neck, and kissed her. With his other hand, he undid the buckle for the holster and kicked it under the bed.

Not quite as smoothly as he would have hoped, however, and he toppled backward so that he was lying on the bed with his knees draped over the side of it.

Missy giggled. "How about you let me do the work?" she purred, reaching to unbutton his shirt again. Once it was open, she delicately kissed her way over his chest, and around his navel.

Alex closed his eyes and moaned. He'd never pictured losing his virginity to a prostitute, but somehow, he couldn't find the energy to care. His whole being was in this mission, and he would do what it took.

He could feel as she worked open his pants. When she tugged, he lifted his hips a little to let the jeans slide off of him. She rubbed her cheek against his silk boxers, and the odd sensation stirred him.

She tugged at those too, but Alex opened his eyes and shook his head. "You first," he said. Nodding, she slowly shed each article of clothing. Sitting up, Alex moved to nuzzle the smooth breasts in front of him. He heard her moan as he attacked the hard little nubs at the end of each with his mouth.

He bit and nipped at the breasts and down her navel, but rose again before he got to the part she obviously wanted him at. That wasn't part of the plan. Tonight, he was going to take his own pleasure, in his own time. He had no consideration for her whatsoever.

Standing up, he removed his boxers, letting his erection spring free.

Missy grinned. "Quite impressive for someone so young."

Alex didn't answer, just sat back down on the bed, pulling her along with him until she was on her knees in front of him. He leaned over to nibble at her earlobe, sending shivers down her body, but then whispered, "I promise you, you won't enjoy this. You can go back to Mutt now. It'll be the only chance I offer you tonight."

Startled, Missy sat back. She read eyes that were suddenly very clear, and glinting dangerously. She hesitated only a moment. She knew she couldn't be sent away, as much as she didn't like the look in the boy's eyes, she knew she had to stay.

"I'll stay," she whispered.

Alex nodded, and immediately grabbed her roughly by the hair, drawing a sharp cry from her. "You're choice," he muttered, and shoved her open mouth onto his prick. He moaned as he felt her gag reflex on his tip, but didn't care as he held her in place and viciously fucked her mouth. She struggled to back away, but he had a strong grip.

Alex closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel the sensations she was creating. It was bloody wonderful! But not enough. Not nearly enough. He pulled her hair, taking her mouth off of him, and dragged her up. Her eyes were bright with tears, but he didn't care. There was no turning back for him.

He threw her down on her back on the bed, and spread her legs. He could hear and see her whimpering and was mildly surprised to find that it only stimulated him more. He parted her and shoved himself in as hard as he could.

Missy cried out. Alex panted as he drove into her time and again, her cries of misery fuelling his desire. He moved a hand to her throat, and clamped it tightly, being careful not to cut off her air supply completely. The strangled gasps that came from her throat pushed him farther over the edge and he shoved himself deep inside her one more time, crying out as he came.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, and finally loosening the grip he had on her throat. It would leave bruises, he had made sure. He could feel her shaking underneath him, her breath hiccupping as she sobbed quietly.

But still, he couldn't bring himself to feel remorse. Nor could he when he took her several times that night, each more roughly than the last. Not even when she limped out the door, bruised, crying, and obviously in pain.

He simply returned to bed and slept peacefully.

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