“I didn’t know car salesmen traveled so much, “
Michael rolled away from the man, lying next to him, and got up.
“Well, it’s what a driver does. “
“I thought you said a salesman.”
“Did I say that?”
“Yes, you did, big guy.” The man purred. “But I was sure you weren’t, not with all the muscles and everything.
“Yeah, I was trying to impress you. “
The man giggled.
Since when did men giggle, anyway. Michael thought and looked around for his jeans. He made a face at the thorn shirt, lying next to them discarded on the floor. Michael reminded himself next time to be more careful with the display of strength, or whatever he’d been thinking when he had left the bar with the dark-haired guy, who was looking at him with the puppy eyes all guys like him looked at Michael. It was not bad, though- he liked to see them desperate and vulnerable.
There was nothing hotter than a guy, begging on his knees, obviously intimidated and thrilled by his height and muscles, asking for more of it.
Maybe desperation was something Michael was getting off from, since in his line of work, emotions were such a rarity, that he was always ready to give his partners in bed everything if that would make them look even more open and raw when panting from underneath him. And he never failed to get them to the state of a pleading, moaning mess.
The guy- Justin- Michael would have never remembered the name unless his job wasn’t to remember things like that- propped himself on his elbow and purred.
“When are you coming back?”
“Uh...in a few weeks, I guess. I don’t know, might be longer.“
“Weeks?”
Michael zipped his pants and put his leather jacket directly on. The shirt he’d been wearing was completely ruined, but he couldn’t be bothered to lift it.
“Yeah.”
“Will you call me? “
Michael was fully dressed by now- that was- except for the ruined shirt and went back to the bed. He bent over the smaller man and paused.
Justin was indeed hot- jet black hair and Michael had always been crazy about pale guys with black hair - it was probably the nerd speaking in him, and dictating all his actions, and not his wolf, but in the rare cases, Michael slept with a guy it was always someone slender, more on the cute side and obedient.
Michael bent over and licked Justin’s neck. The guy shivered and his arms went directly for the lapels of Michael’s jacket. Justin was so reactive that Michael could sense the guy’s arousal right away and that made him even more pleased with leaving with the guy last night.
Justin moaned as Michael’s lips moved up and he nibbled at the sensitive skin behind his ear.
“Won’t you stay?”
Michael planted a last kiss on the spot he’d been licking and straightened up.
“Sorry, gotta go. “
He was already walking towards the door when he heard the guy say.
“Guys like you never call, do they?”
Micheal turned back and glanced one last time at the guy and shrugged.
“Just take care of yourself, kid “
He smiled and pressed the handle.
“Kid? I’m probably older than you are. “
Justin straightened up and crossed his arms.
“Either way, “
“Jesus, you’re weird.”
Michael snorted and went out without turning back.
“Yeah, thanks. I get that a lot. “
“You take care too, Trent. “
He heard the guy saying something else after, but he was already closing the door behind himself.
“Trent, “ Michael muttered and shook his head on his way out of the hotel. He never gave his real name to anyone, and from all the years using fake names and identities he was beginning to forget what his real name sounded like. But Trent- that was painfully generic and he decided he should come up with something more exciting next time.
Michael went out in the busy street in Chinatown and looked up at the grey sky.
He put his dark sunglasses on and plunged into the pool of people, flowing around him like a river.
It was always very easy to get lost in the brimming hive of bodies in New York.
You could be anyone, no one knew anyone and it didn’t matter what you’d done before or after.
Michael always came here when he wanted to forget life, what he was and what he did even for a night.
Not that it was possible, but it was at least something. Something that felt remotely normal before the next task he was given.
And Michael was hours away from finding out what he was going to do for the next few months. Or perhaps years.
“Special agent Michael Scott is here, Sir. “ The secretary announced politely and his superior looked up from the bunch of papers he was holding.“About damn time. “The head of the bureau tossed the folder on the table and Michael and the secretary exchanged a look. His boss wasn’t in the best mood.“Don’t just stand there, get in. “ The older man grunted andthe girl smiled one last time before she disappeared, leaving Michael and his boss- the angry version of him, to be precise- alone.Michael made a few steps into the room and stood in front of the richly decorated bureau.His head was beginning to pound and he was already looking forward to a cigarette. Michael hated wearing suits, but meeting the CIA head required even the agents like him, who had been infiltrated for years in the lowest of the low circles, to be presentable when going to the hea
"The real reason is...The FBI Art Theft can't get anything.""And why would they think someone from the CIA would?"It sounded ridiculous. Surprising too, as everyone knew what they did. That's when he felt his boss' heartbeat go slightly off rhythm. Which meant this wasn't everything. To confirm his thoughts, Benjamin said"Michael, we gave a reason to suspect they trade with drugs, and Richard is the head of one of the biggest international drug and trafficking empires in the world."“The…” Michael began and paused. “Right. “It all kind of came together, Michael though amused. After all, you’d need a dog to catch the trace.Okay, this was a bigger game than he’d initially thought. Perhaps the case wasn’t going to be that boring after all.“What else?”“There’s already an agent, who’s been infiltrated- you’ll meet him
Flynn said quietly, but Michael noticed the man still glanced around to see if anyone had been too close to overhear. They were alone, but Michael couldn’t just tell him he could sense or hear if anyone approached, so he only said. “Yeah, I know,” “Okay. So whatever he asks, you do it, yeah?” “Noted.” Flynn paused before opening the door and straightened his shirt- Michael could swear the guy seemed nervous if he didn’t know better. “Right. Let’s do it. “ Flynn pressed the handle and they got in. The first thing he noticed was that the bureau opposite the door was surprisingly empty. He scanned the room and saw three men standing up. There was also someone in the armchair, nearest to the door, but the men were blocking his view. The men seemed to be discussing something very eagerly, Michael had heard them even before entering, and they continued talking, not caring about the newcomers in the least. The men we
"Are you kidding me, what the hell was that?" Flynn was pacing around, throwing his hands in the air. Michael lived in a small apartment in the worst possible part of London, but it was something that in a very weird way reminded him of the places he was used to back in NY, that’s why he’d chosen it. Flynn had warned him he’d eventually have to move out from there and somewhere closer to the group, but for now, this worked well. Michael lived alone- he always had, and he and Flynn had agreed to avoid meeting just the two of them unless something really big was going on. Judging by the tantrums Flynn was throwing, the big thing had happened. “I can’t believe you told them your actual name and ...and the cop thing, I mean…” Flynn ran a hand absently through his hair and immediately pulled it back, probably scraping the burn Killian had made earlier. Now that he saw it better, Michael noticed it was quite deep. The man wasn’t kidding.
He was instructed to wait for Killian at the main manor of the group. Michael was pretty sure Killian lived somewhere else, however, he had no idea with who, where, or why he was to meet him here. Most likely it was because half the time the group members spent time here, and most of the meetings happened here. It was a safe bet- Richard had the advantage in any case since after all -well, this was his territory. As far as the information he was given was saying, Richard always got what he wanted. Always, and there were never exceptions. Michael’s thoughts inevitably drifted towards Killian. The fact Killian could be his mate was absurd. Perhaps he was mistaken, and most likely he was just attracted to the guy. After all, Killian was exactly Michael’s type. With or without that ridiculous feeling that Killian was his, Michael would have been attracted to him anyway. No, not his, he shook his head. No one was anyone’s an
The place was way bigger than what he’d initially thought. Enormous, and it felt bigger the more he was walking on the long corridors, following the servant. How many servants did Richard have, anyway? Thirty? As he was walking with the servant, they passed by at least five more. Two of the maids they passed by eyed him and cast their eyes downwards when Michael tipped his head to greet them. As soon as they were out of earshot (or at least they thought they were) Michael heard one of them saying: "He is SO hot, I wonder if he's the new bodyguard Mary told me about."
Michael paused and listened.He clenched his teeth even harder when he imagined Richard touching Killian and he resisted the urge to break the door in.No, he couldn’t do it.For some reason, Michael couldn’t get any sense of what Killian was feeling, but he could very well tell what Richard was - and that was a pleasure.Blinding anger filled his vision.They were really together.He knew that. Always had known it, but now it was happening on the other side of the door and only a few feet were separating him from his mate.His mate who was with another person right now.Michael tried not to imagine Kilian on his knees, or naked, or anything like that.Killian is Richard’s lover.He repeated in his head.And obviously Killian wasn’t resisting whatever it was they were doing.Michael felt more pleasure coming from Richard and that was it for him.That’s why Michael too
Michael didn't recognize the trace and couldn't put the scent to a face in in his head. It was totally new. Yet... The scent was getting stronger as Michael moved closer to the door of his flat. Michael’s senses were instantly alert and he moved even closer, almost touching the metal grid protecting his front door.In neighbourhoods like that one a metal door wasn’t enough to save you from thieves, but there also wasn't anything much to steal.Another thing was Michael could rip them all apart if he decided.Michael listened and heard rustling from the inside.The only person who knew where Mike lived was Flynn.And the man inside was definitely not Flynn.Michael's hand was on his gun in an instant, and although he wouldn't need it, it was a gesture, a kind of human reaction he'd trained himself into when he had become a secret agent.It was mostly for the sake of people - doing human things the way they would.Michael c