AN: Uh, yeah, the name of the chapter kinda says it all. Consider that your warning.
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CHAPTER 5- Dark Pleasures.
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Mrs. Jones entered the office of Alan Blunt, frowning over the report in her hand.
"Have they reported?" Blunt asked.
"Yes. Alex is well and truly under cover, and the two agents have exposed him to some of the upper echelon kids in the area. It won't take Alex long to find out which of them is connected enough to get into the Summit," Jones reported.
"Is there something wrong?"
"I'm not sure. Agent Farrow reported that Alex seemed quite willing to take Agent Gunning to his bed, but once he did so he was- well, she described him as brutal."
Blunt arched an eyebrow. "Alex would hardly be the first agent to take his frustrations out in the bedroom. We have no prior information on his involvements in that area, and it's not beyond thought that he simply likes it that way." He frowned. "Or do you suspect Alex knows who they are?"
Mrs. Jones shook her head. "Neither agent has reported any signs of that. Alex has turned down any further involvement, sexually, with Agent Gunning, however Farrows reported that Alex is in good humor, and is still more than willing to befriend them. He believes Alex is using him to explain away any mistakes he might make in front of the others."
Blunt nodded. "Make sure they are aware that they are to continue to offer Alex anything he wants. Agent Gunning accepted this mission knowing her own sexuality was going to most likely be used. We need her in his bed and in a position to be there frequently. We need to know how he's proceeding."
Mrs. Jones hesitated only a moment before nodding. "He seems to be quite focused on his mission. Farrows reported that Alex spent a good part of the party last Saturday observing the participants, but was very pleased to be introduced to them. However, I fear that Agent Gunning is no longer an option."
Blunt frowned. "Is she refusing to have any further participation with Agent Rider?" He stressed Alex's status. Agents did as they were told, and whatever it took to complete the mission. Personal discomforts weren't an option.
Mrs. Jones shook her head, and flipped through her file. She read directly from the page. "This is what Farrows wrote: Agent Rider seems disinclined to accept any further activity with Agent Gunning. His response, directly quoted, 'I'm not like you, Mutt. You can only ride the same horse so many times, right? To be honest, yours was a little tame for my tastes'. And he has since showed little to no interest in any one else."
Alan Blunt looked at her, hard. "Then find him another horse, Mrs. Jones."
"Alex wasn't raised with these activities. Here in London sexual activity before the age of eighteen is greatly frowned upon. Couple that with his recent loss, and it's possible he was purposely brutal to discourage any further attempts."
Blunt shook his head. "He's a hormone ridden fourteen- almost fifteen- year old boy, Mrs. Jones. I highly doubt that he is capable of being so ruthless. If Agent Gunning isn't to his taste, then find someone who is."
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Alex sighed under the steam of the hot water. He knew Mutt would be here any moment to pick him up, but he didn't care about being late. He needed these few moments alone. Since his first appearance on Saturday night, three days ago, Yassen had come back every night. He wanted to have an idea of what Alex was capable of, physically, and had been testing him. He'd also been going over various scenarios of his past assignments to give Alex some possibilities on how to advance his plan in entering MI6.
He didn't think the assassin would be back tonight. Yassen seemed to have been content with the last testing session, and Alex was pretty sure the man would remain at home tonight, working out a training curriculum.
It was strange to think how much their relationship had changed over the past few nights. He just couldn't keep it in his mind that Yassen Gregorovitch was the enemy. He was dangerous, lithe and canny, but when it was just the two of them, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a normal man. A very attractive man, and one who understood him.
It confused him on several levels. He couldn't quite bring himself to trust the man, but neither did he mistrust him. Unfortunately, there was also another question being brought to his mind. The way his body reacted to seeing the man shirtless was unsettling.
Was he bi sexual? Was it simply a natural reaction to having his sexuality woken by Missy? Or was he starting to find a like soul in Yassen that attracted both his mind and body?
Alex closed his eyes and brought his hand to fondle himself, not surprised at already being semi hard. Thoughts of Yassen usually did that to him. He stroked slowly, leisurely, feeling himself swell as he pictured the two of them sparring. He groaned in frustration when he heard the door bell. Damn lousy timing.
He shut off the shower and grabbed a small towel to wrap around his waist. He rather enjoyed Mutt's look of astonishment when he opened the door, wet and in nothing but a towel that did nothing to hide his current condition. He didn't blush as he moved aside to let the undercover agent in.
"Did I, uh, interrupt something?" Mutt asked with a grin.
Alex grinned, an idea forming in his mind. Missy had been willing to whore herself for MI6, would Mutt be as well? Mutt was attractive enough, and had an athletic body. But Alex found it wasn't Mutt himself that kept him turned on. It was the fun that could be had at the agent's expense.
He should have been surprised at himself, but he really wasn't. As far he was concerned, the day he had found Jack lying dead in her own bed was the day Alex ceased to be a part of the human race. He was a creature of leisure. He lived for himself now, and for what he wanted.
Mutt laughed nervously. "You've got a very strange look in your eye, Alex, and I'm not sure that I trust it."
Alex shrugged casually. "I guess it's rather more important to know if you're interested in it?"
He could see the moment Mutt understood what he was saying. He revelled in the internal dilemma that was surging through the agents mind, all visible on his face. It only served to drive his sexual interest higher. He prowled closer to the man, coming right up into his space. He knew both agents were under orders to get someone, anyone, into his bed at night, hoping that he'd reveal his plans through some carefully coded pillow talk. Mutt couldn't go out and just find him a male prostitute, because wouldn't understand what he was being told.
Mutt took in a shaky breath, and smiled. "I didn't think Missy was your type, but I didn't know for sure."
Alex smiled, and Mutt had the thought that he very much looked like a predator toying with his prey. He shivered. He knew what Alex had done to Missy, and wasn't under any illusions that Alex would be any more gentle with a man.
"And do you think you're more my type?" Alex growled in his ear. He could practically taste the fear coming off of the agent, and loved it.
Mutt licked his lips, and looked Alex right in the eye. "I think you know what you want, and I like that."
Alex nodded and nuzzled the man's throat. "Good," he purred.
Mutt closed his eyes at the sensations Alex's light kisses were creating on his sensitive skin. He moaned and moved his hand to the back of Alex's head as the boy sucked hard, marking him. He felt the boy's hands moving deftly to unbutton his shirt, felt the calloused fingers roam his skin for a moment before moving to his pants. All the while, Alex's mouth hadn't left his throat, leaving marks and light kisses equally in it's wake.
Alex used his bare foot to pull at the agents pants, causing them to fall to the floor. He slipped his hand into the briefs that did nothing to hide the erection under them, and found the shaft swelling under his touch.
He surged at it. How had he never guessed at the raw power that came with sex? This man was his to do as he wished with, was, in fact, wantonly begging for it, even though he had to know what was coming.
Mutt moaned again as Alex moved them backward toward the bed, his activities never letting up. He could feel how hard Alex was, and reached over to grab away the towel, leaving the boy wonderfully naked, with drops of water still beaded on his shower warm skin.
His eagerness surprised him. He'd never been with another man, never been attracted to them. But there was a raw energy radiating off of Alex, an intensity that transmitted itself sexually, forcing him to respond. He was helpless against it.
Just before they hit the bed, Alex worked his way up to his ear, licking the outside of it before whispering, "you know what's going to happen. This is your one and only chance to get out."
Mutt closed his eyes and shivered at the hot breath. There wasn't a part of his body that Alex hadn't totally sensitized with his roaming hands and mouth. Every part of his being was begging Alex to keep touching him. His mind knew he was going to regret it if he stayed, but right then, it seemed any price was worth paying, if only Alex wouldn't stop. He answered honestly. "I couldn't leave if I wanted to," he panted out.
Nodding, Alex backed them both onto the bed, pulling Mutt down on top of him. Mutt responded immediately, licking the last droplets of water off of the boys throat and chest. He laved one nipple and then the other, loving how Alex arched into his mouth, gasping.
He knew he couldn't last much long, and he suspected Alex couldn't either. He remembered being fourteen. He brought his own cock into contact with Alex's, groaning at the rush of sensation.
Alex pushed back up at him, and they moved together, each seeking more friction. Mutt tried to outlast the boy, but he couldn't. It was so delicious between them. He mewled softly as he came, shooting onto Alex's toned abdomen.
Alex allowed him only a moment to catch his breath before he flipped the agent over onto his stomach. Scooping the cum off himself, he spread it onto his cock. It had been good, but this was what had wanted. He spread the two cheeks and lined himself up.
Without asking, or warning, he pushed himself in, Mutt's cry adding to his lust. He gripped the agent's hips and drove himself deeply into the warm channel, closing his eyes at the tight sensations. He groaned as Mutt's traumatized muscles spasm around him. He waited only a moment before pulling back and driving himself in again, hissing.
Mutt closed his eyes tightly as the boy rammed into him, and bit his lip. His world was one of pain, but he didn't dare beg for it to stop. This was part of the silent agreement he had made. He couldn't stop himself from trembling. He had underestimated the power of the boy, and he swore, he wouldn't do it again.
Alex drove harder and deeper with each stroke, but Mutt's cries were far and few between. He needed more, he realized. He was on the edge, but needed to be driven over it. Without thinking, he withdrew completely, ignoring Mutt's soft outcry. It wasn't enough. Quickly, he roughly drove himself all the way back in.
Mutt screamed, his muscles clamping down, giving Alex the edge he needed as he came, grunting. Out of breath, he lay panting for a few seconds covering the agent's back. Then he heaved himself up, pulling out sharply, and walked to the bathroom.
Mutt didn't dare move except to roll over, which told him enough to know he was going to be walking funny tomorrow, and there would be no way to hide it. He wanted to run, to get away, but knew he couldn't. He forced his face into an expression of calm as Alex came from the bathroom, still naked, but clean. The boy threw himself onto the bed beside him.
"Are you wishing you'd left?" Alex asked.
Mutt forced a smile to his trembling lips as he shook his head. "Not at all."
Alex rolled over, his back to the agent, and smirked. "You will."
Mutt frowned at that, but took the hint. Alex wasn't a talker, his breathing already levelling out as sleep took him. He rolled back onto his stomach and quickly fell asleep.
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Mutt blinked awake, knowing someone was touching him again. It wasn't a sensual touch, and it took him only moments to remember what had happened earlier. He felt his cheeks being parted, and could only sob in fear. No! It was too soon! He couldn't do it again!
But as he opened his mouth to voice the words, they were replaced by a scream of agony as Alex pushed himself in again, taking him with even more ferocity than he had before. Already tender because of the earlier intrusion, Mutt couldn't stop his screams this time as the boy took his own pleasure from Mutt's broken body.
It was only now that he remembered Missy reporting him doing much the same to her, and taking her frequently during the night. Alex didn't seem to sleep for much more than an hour or so before waking again. Mutt didn't know why he'd forgotten such a detail. Had he thought, perhaps, that because he was a man, Alex wouldn't use him as harshly?
He screamed again as Alex continued his brutal assault on his ass, hissing with pleasure. Just when Mutt thought he'd go mad from the pain of it, Alex came, hard, trying to push deeper.
And the night continued in it's eerie pattern.
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Mrs. Jones frowned at the report she was staring at. It didn't seem possible. She re-read the words there for the hundredth time.
"Agent Rider is powerful in his seduction. Even knowing what I did, I couldn't have left if I'd wanted to. He had total control over me. There was a darkness to it I couldn't fathom, but couldn't deny. He plays with his victims, bringing them brief moments of security and pleasure, before utterly destroying them.
We were informed he was inexperienced, but both Agent Gunning and I disagree. Alex has pinpointed exactly what brings him pleasure, and is knowledgeable enough to get it. I would not have thought him capable of such atrocities at such a young age. His pleasure comes from the pain of others, and I suspect that his grief over his guardian has transcended to his sexual desires.
However, he seems to be maintaining his focus on his mission. While he doesn't talk much during previously mentioned activities, he seems quite comfortable in the morning. He continued with his cover story, however was seeking information on the individuals I had previously introduced him to. The questions could have been harmless in nature, had I not known what he was seeking. It is my belief that Agent Rider is still attempting to locate a method to enter the Summit.
I was forced to seek Medical Attention the following morning at the local hospital. No questions were asked, so no cover was created."
It didn't sound like Alex at all, but then, the Alex Rider who had boarded the plane to Russia had been a stranger then as well. The boy had lost everything. It was what they had planned for, calculated, but had they planned well enough?
The details in the report were horrifying. To be capable of such things at such a young age was almost unimaginable. But then, she thought, this is what they had done to him. Alex had no real control over his life, was it any wonder that he would find a way to take any measure of it he could?
Both Agents reported that Alex was still on track with the mission. Perhaps it was time to trust him, and pull them out. She rose to speak to Blunt. If Alex hadn't turned on them by now, it was most likely he never would.
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Alex stared at the boy in front of him, surprised. "You're leaving?"
Mutt sighed, poured them both another shot, and nodded. "My parents are finished with their business deal and we're going back home. Missy will be going back to wherever she goes when I'm not here."
Alex took the shot to hide his smirk. MI6 was recalling them. Was it because of what he'd done to them, or did Blunt finally trust him? Somehow, he suspected it had little to do with the latter. He schooled his face.
"Huh, it's going to get pretty lonely around here," Alex answered with a seductive grin. He watched as Mutt blinked, then shook his head. The agent had been sharing his bed almost every night for the past three days, and yet despite that, still managed to stay constantly balanced between begging for it and wanting to run away. Something Alex pretended not to notice, but secretly enjoyed the rush of. "Do you suppose one of your friends could keep me company?" Alex asked innocently.
Mutt shook his head. "Somehow, Alex, I don't think that any of them are in to your particular style."
Alex nodded, confirming what he needed to know. None of the others Mutt had introduced him to were under MI6 control. "What about Missy? You must have a contact number for her?"
"Missy has issues with the fact that you chose me over her. It's been quite interesting, sparring for your special attentions," Mutt laughed.
Alex grinned and poured another shot. "One more night then, before you go?"
Mutt hesitated, but then caught sight of that glint in Alex's eyes, that hunger that begged not to be denied. His body practically hummed with the sexual intensity Alex was throwing off. He'd required medical attention everyday after the boy was through with him, he could barely walk, and sitting was agony. His throat was covered in bruises from Alex's fingertips as Alex asphyxiated him while ravaging his ass.
And still he found himself nodding. "We leave tomorrow morning. One more night, Alex."
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Mutt lay sobbing his relief as Alex came once again. His body was on fire, his soul was crushed, and he wondered why on Earth he'd ever gotten back into bed with this boy. He cried out as Alex roughly pulled out of his abused body for the fourth time that night, unclamping his hand from Mutt's throat. He watched as Alex went to clean up.
He automatically put a hand to his throat, as though he could feel the bruising under the skin. Alex had discovered he enjoyed taking him on his back some nights ago. It was harder, more painful in some ways, but a relief in others. Alex couldn't drive as deep, though he had found leverage to drive harder. He was thankful Alex had started using lube after their first night. His hand fell away as he felt the bed dip.
Mutt was surprised when he opened his eyes and found Alex staring at him. Normally Alex would use him and immediately go back to sleep, as though building energy for the next round. It was a short peace that Mutt had learned to use to brace himself.
The sexual predator was gone, and instead Mutt found himself looking back at a boy more vulnerable than he would ever admit. The boy looking at him seemed a little lost, and very alone. For the first time since meeting him, Mutt saw the boy for what he was, a child. Given their trysts, it seemed wrong to suddenly see him this way, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
"Can I trust you, Mutt?" Alex asked hesitantly.
Mutt nodded. "Of course you can, Alex. We're friends."
Alex sighed, and rolled onto his back pillowing his head on his arms. "I need to ask you some questions, but I can't tell you why I'm asking them."
Mutt forced himself to look curious. "Okay. What do you need to know?"
"The kids you've introduced me to, are any of them, you know, connected?"
Mutt frowned. "You mean as a couple?"
Alex sighed and shook his head. "Never mind." He rolled over.
Mutt didn't hesitate in spooning up to him, putting his chin on the boy's bony shoulder. "Alex, I want to help. I just don't understand what you're asking." Alex rolled slightly, so he could see Mutt's face.
Mutt had to refrain from holding his breath as Alex seemed to scan him, looking for a way to trust him, to get the information he needed. This was it! This is what made the previous nights of agony worth it. He almost sighed in relief when Alex rolled onto his back again so he could face Mutt, who propped himself up on his elbow.
"I mean do they know any big name people? I need to go to the Cathedral in a couple of weeks, and I need a way in," Alex explained.
Mutt shrugged. "Why don't you just walk in? It's under construction, but there's no reason why you can't go in there."
"There's a- a meeting going on there that I need to be at, but am most definitely not invited to. Walking in the front door doesn't really work."
Mutt frowned, and pretended to study Alex carefully. "You're not a cop, are you?"
Alex laughed. "If I was I would have turned you in for statutory rape a while ago, don't you think? Besides, I'm a bit young for that."
Mutt closed his eyes as he thought. Then he opened them with a grin. "Why don't you get onto the construction crew? I think Shelby can help you with that. Her father has the contract on the Cathedral."
Alex grinned widely. "Yeah! Thanks, Mutt. You know, I'm going to miss you," he chuckled.
Mutt couldn't help himself, he leaned over and kissed the lips that had tortured him so luxuriously every night, leading him willingly to a world of darkness and pain. He drew back. "Believe it or not, Alex, I'm going to miss you too."
Alex smiled. "You'd better go while you can still walk onto the plane. The sun will be up soon, and your parents will be wondering why you're not packed."
Mutt nodded, grabbed one more kiss from the boy, and dressed quickly. He laughed when he turned and saw Alex standing with the door open, wearing nothing but a robe that wasn't tied too tightly.
"You, Alex, are the devil's own temptation," Mutt chuckled as he left.
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