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TTitle: D-Tech: Aftermath
Author: heartofslash
Fandom: post-Black Hawk Down x pre-Bourne Supremacy
Series: D-Tech / The Long Haul
Pairing: Kirill?the redhead from the bathhouse
Warning: Be careful whom you sit next to on a plane.
Disclaimer: I have plucked The Russian from his environment of origin because he's so darn purdy and deadly. No harm, no foul.
Note: I couldn’t just leave Kirill like that. He works hard. He needs a reward.
D-Tech: Aftermath
Kirill hands his passport to the security guard.
“You’ve been traveling a lot these past few weeks. Toronto, Buenos Aires, London, Rome, New York…”
Kirill smiles a dazzling smile. “I’m in antiques. Ceramics. Sometimes, one must travel to track down the entire set.”
“I hope you found what you’re looking for,” the guard says pleasantly.
She has striking green eyes and quite beautiful lips. If Kirill liked women more, he would ask for her number.
And she would give it to him.
Kirill tucks his passport back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and thanks her.
He’s timed this perfectly. First-class passengers are already boarding. He takes his seat and stretches his legs in front of him.
It’s good to be heading home. Well, Heathrow and then home. Conscience clear, bank account healthy, job well done.
It had been easy to find the disgusting British pedophile. The procurer of boys had fallen with a satisfying splat. The black market baby dealer was, alas, incarcerated at the moment, but Kirill had remembered a Bolivian, now based in Argentina, who had short-changed him on one of his first international jobs. He had fit the bill quite nicely. Cold fusion would have been right up his alley.
He’d feared he would not be able to find a suitable substitute for the Belgian, but as it turned out, the Belgian had been dealing in land mines and toxic nerve agents. Kirill had decided, with Hoot and Sanderson’s blessings, that using one real name from the list would alleviate and suspicions about the subterfuge. For the last Englishman, he’d located a particularly nasty piece of work. The sort of fellow who considers forcible confinement as suitable foreplay.
Job definitely well done.
“Excuse me, I believe that is my seat,” a soft British voice says. “Of course, I’d be happy to trade with you after take-off, if you prefer the window seat.”
Kirill opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is the red hair. No, first he recognizes the mouth. Then he looks at the red hair.
That oh-so-talented mouth smiles. “Hello, Milan.”
Kirill is momentarily unable to reply.
“Nice to see you again.”
“Yes, it is,” Kirill mutters as he gets up and the Brit squeezes past him.
Kirill is careful to keep his moan deep inside.
He waits until the redhead stops fussing with the seat belt and the air vent.
“Are you following me?”
“I wanted an opportunity to thank you properly.”
“You already thanked me.”
That sudden rush of colour to pale cheeks should be illegal.
“I meant for sparing my partner’s life.”
Kirill’s mouth drops open.
The other man extends his hand. “MI6,” he explains, needlessly.
He is staring at Kirill’s open mouth.
“I’m Damian. You killed the pedophile in lieu of my partner.”
“And what if I had followed my original orders?” Kirill asks.
Damian leans over conspiratorially. He smells of soap and it makes Kirill hard. “Then, my dear, I would have had to kill you.”
Kirill is going to laugh at that, but thinks better of it when he remembers the night at the bathhouse and how he had not even taken a second to consider the possibility that Damian was an agent.
“Do Hoot and Sanderson know about you?”
“Best not to tell the Americans. They like to think they’re the only ones with secrets.”
“Well, it is a good thing you did not kill me,” Kirill says in a low, rumbling tone. “If you had, I would never get the chance to fuck you properly.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, Milan.”
For once, Kirill doesn't mind the used of his real name at all.
The plane takes off.
End
End
Here’s a lovely pic tall_tree suggested might be a suitable representation of Damian, from the damianlewisfans LJ comm.
There is more D-Tech lying around here somewhere. Or go back to Soldier Porn
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