Chuck scuttled out, resting his back against the closed door; his breathing was heavy considering the short distance he ran. He had intended climbing back into his room but he couldn't move. His mind replayed the kiss on a loop. His fingers ghosted his lips. He could almost feel them still radiating heat from the burn of that kiss. It was nothing like he had ever experienced. It wasn't desperate it was power. It made him shiver, then pause. His hand was dangerously close on his thigh, he swung it away. Was he reacting to Casey? Oh god no. He had just got over his feelings for Sarah he refused to fall for his other handler. But the kiss replayed over again, more vivid with each screening, he felt the solid mass holding him in place by his neck, he could smell metal and coconut and he was sure he could see a want.

He whisked back round to the window, impulse taking over, hesitation forgotten and beat on the glass.

"I'm all out of lady feelings for ya Chuck." Came the reply though he was actually curious as to why he was back so soon, for someone so in touch with his feelings it uses takes the kid a lot longer to figure them out or act on them so he must be back to scold him.

"I know I know, you don't need to talk about Ilsa, I believe you when you say you're over her."

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Opening the window once again, this time helping the lanky nerd through.

"Well I, my friend have it on good authority from at least one source on one occasion, that I'm a good kisser. So I know, that that wasn't a fake kiss."

He didn't know where he was getting these balls.

Casey got in his usual position of invading personal space, snarling at him but Chuck held his ground with upturned eyebrows and gave a weak smile. Casey's eyes flickered to his lips and that was confirmation enough for Chuck. He closed the gap; his lips pressing against tightly closed ones.

Casey hadn't moved so Chuck backed off, all of his confidence draining. "Oh god." 'I was wrong I was wrong oh god what was I thinking what did I just do.' "Ohh Casey I'm sorry, I'm so soo sorry." Casey's expression hadn't changed but he suddenly deployed, grabbing chuck over his shoulder. "Gah! I said I was sorry! A-and I'd just like to remind you if you try and kill me, my girlish screams will attract Ellie like a hawk and I don't like your odds."

Casey had made his way to his room and threw the kid down on the bed and kicked the door shut behind him.

"Good job I had this room soundproofed then." Snarled the NSA agent.

"Eep."

Casey walked towards the bed where Chuck had started frantically backing up before being able to stand up against a wall. He felt like he was caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, whatever was coming next was gonna hurt. His body went into defence mode, one leg up, wincing, arms protecting his face.

"Woah, woah Casey. You wouldn't hurt the intersect, right? Don't forget you need me!"

Casey grunted in agreement, well he wasn't wrong there. With one hand he grabbed both of the kid's wrists and pinned them above his head and kicked the other leg down giving him room to insert his knee in the gap. His other hand wrapped around his throat. Chuck looked at him with those giant brown eyes his pupils dilated more than usual. From fear or lust?

Casey pressed his knee higher adding pressure to the other's crotch. He watched Chuck's eyes roll back slightly before snapping back into focus. Casey smirked. 'Hmm, little bit of both. Perfect.' Casey increased the pressure and Chuck let out a funny little gasp, which Casey captured in his mouth. He felt all the tension leave the man he was holding up, as he started to kiss back.

There was no point in fighting for dominance, Chuck just let Casey own him, he followed his sure and effective movements, their tongues sliding against each other. There was nothing delicate about it but it was making Chuck heady, his body moving on its own, he wanted to wrap his arms around Casey' s neck but he was still pinned to the wall, the only freedom he had was below the waist, so he pushed his hips off the wall and in to the flesh wall in front of him.

Casey gasped slightly and ordered between kisses. "Again." He felt Chuck grin against him as he ground his hips again. They both groaned. Casey's hand now relinquishing the stranglehold on his throat and moved down to his chest. His mouth violated the red fingerprints on his neck and bit down hard as his other hand ripped the shirt open, buttons scattering to the floor.

Chuck moaned at the bite. He felt the grip on his wrists release and two big hands going up his back under his shirt. He arched at the skin-to-skin contact and instinctively wrapped his arms around Casey's neck as the agent took another bite.

They were spinning now, bashing into walls and wardrobes before Chuck jumped up wrapping his legs around the broader man letting him do the manoeuvring. But that just increased the contact and their erections ground against each other making Chuck moan and Casey hiss.

Casey felt the edge of the bed, spun them round and through Chuck onto the mattress once again, this time, he intended to keep him there.

Chuck shrugged off his shredded shirt and wiggled out of his top as Casey jumped him restraining him to the bed, his mouth was latched onto his neck again and was moving south down the collarbone. Chuck rolled his head back till he heard another rip.

He snapped his head up to see his trousers clasps thrown open.

"Casey, what the hell man, what am I supposed to wear home."

"Not my problem."

Casey covered his mouth with one strong hand but unbelievably he could still feel the kid chatting away under his palm, so he bit a nipple and after the yelp was a panting silence.

Chuck lay there, eyes fluttering shut as Casey soothed the bitten nipple with his tongue while he was stripped of his broken trousers. When a thought hit him and he pushed the hand off his trapped words.

"Wait…" Casey froze. Worried the kid realized what he was doing and was going to run.

"Am I the reason you didn't go after Ilsa? Not because I'm the asset...because you… you love me..." Chuck broke out into a giant beam.

Casey thought he was gonna vomit. His throat omitted a long dangerous growl. But Chuck ignored it still grinning like a buffoon.

"You love me, John Casey! Say it!" Casey's hands slammed down either side of Chuck's head locking him in position but Chuck was still wearing a crinkled smile.

"Say it."

"Don't flatter yourself nerd. You're too feminine for my taste."

"I've annoyed myself into that tiny metal heart of yours."

"I will gag you."

Chuck placed his hand on Casey's chest. "Ooooh, toasty. So long frost bite."

That was it. He whipped of Chuck's tie and bound his wrists round the bed frame, then ripping off his own tie he gagged the protests streaming from the others mouth.

Casey leant back and smiled at his good work. Chuck's eyes were wide but his pupils were blown out and fixed on the man above him.

"Now I can work in peace."