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19 May 2005 @ 08:05 pm
J/V thing #4  


IV.

Mislov had operations all over the world, in Russia, Europe, Africa. He manufactured and dealt conventional arms and had branched out in recent years to bioweapons systems. The plant in Syanogorsk hid an underground vault of labs where his pet scientists worked on new biowarfare delivery devices, including a grenade designed to spray aerosol agents into crowds. He was in the market for a payload agent to set him apart from his competitors, and thought that Jack had a formula he could use.

From what Vaughn had heard, Army Military Intelligence was behind the effort to cut short Mislov's manufacturing operations and had grudgingly petitioned the agency to make it so. They considered it a top priority. Devlin had cynically suggested during a briefing that they just wanted the weapon design for themselves, but that wasn't for the agency to worry about.

If Mislov had been just your average dealer, it would have been a walk in the park, but he was more twisted than that. His secondary line of work was human cargo and the range of his perverse interests was notorious. He bought and sold illegal aliens across national borders to be exploited in sweatshops, ran a lucrative slave trade in Asia and South America, and owned brothels and clubs in fourteen countries. Jack's job had been to strike up an acquaintance based on shared hobbies.

"Why couldn't he be a stamp collector?" Sydney had wondered in disgust when they learned of his proclivities.

Analysis and Profiling had come up with a cover they thought would go over well with Mislov. Vaughn didn't care to delve into the details of why a family with overtones of incestuous dysfunction would appeal, but A&P hadn't been wrong. The "Boros clan" with Jack as the depraved pater familias had charmed the creep in record time.

Jack had paved the way for an arms deal by expressing an interest in expanding his business holdings in the sex industry. The arms deal was still under negotiation, but the sexual tour of Europe's red-light districts was going swimmingly.

"How long have you had the place?" Jack asked as they took seats at another table in another club. This was the third night running, the third club--Mislov liked to make his rounds and would have made them anyway, he'd told Jack. Why not come along? He spent a little time each evening checking spreadsheets and dealing with employee problems, and the rest of the time playing the genial host.

"A year--I bought it off a fellow who went to chase the dream of retirement on the beaches of Rio. Me, I will never retire."

Vaughn tuned out the small talk, trying to find a comfortable kneeling position on the floor by Jack's chair. This was ridiculous. He resentfully shifted, but every movement put pressure someplace awkward--knees, shins, ankles. After a minute, Jack's hand circled his neck, drawing him close and restraining him in admonition. His hand was strangely gentle though, and some trick of chance or memory made the gesture feel fatherly to Vaughn, which was disturbing on a whole new level. He wanted to unbow his head, pull away, but he let Jack manipulate him--up to the point where he found his cheek brushing the other man's trouser-clad thigh, and then he balked, jerking away more by instinct than decision.

In a heartbeat he was on his back on the carpet, arched painfully over his cuffed wrists, Jack's foot on his neck.

"I thought we discussed this," Jack said, gazing down at him from what appeared, from this perspective, a great height.

"You son of a bitch--"

Jack's foot pushed harder against his throat, choking off his voice. After about ten seconds--a hell of a long time when you're choking--he eased the pressure. "Please don't make me punish you any further in public. It inconveniences me." A pleasant smile. "I haven't brought my tools, for one thing."

The waiter appeared at the table, looming over Vaughn's sprawled form, his shiny shoes just inches away. He didn't even look down.

"Would you like to see the wine list, sir?" He held the leather book out to Jack.

"In a minute."

Bowing, the waiter backed away discreetly.

"Daddy--" Sydney's honeyed voice reached Vaughn's ears from a distant place. "I'm bored. You promised there'd be dancers."

"Celia, Daddy's busy."

He heard Weiss clear his throat. "Hey, dad, you know, I could take him away and punish him for you for a while." From the sound of it, he was obviously trying for a leer, but in his laid-back familiar voice it just sounded bizarre. Fortunately it wasn't likely to ring off-key to Mislov.

"Thank you, Peter, but I'm afraid the terms of the bet prevent that. You'll have to wait for your fun."

Jack finally removed his foot and pulled Vaughn upright, one hand clamped around his chin. He leaned in, face to face, way inside Vaughn's comfort zone. "Think of how many body parts you could lose before you die, *Adam*."

Vaughn swallowed but held Jack's gaze. He didn't even have to be in character for this kind of bullshit. "I think you like my body parts. Intact."

Twisting off a small smile of concession, Jack loosened his grip, then seized Vaughn's mouth in a kiss. He had a half-second to see it coming, but it still paralyzed him with disbelief. There was tongue. Oh, hell fucking no. That was so wrong it defied gravity and everything holy. Plus it was like being kissed by a piledriver--which, Vaughn told himself, was in no way hot, but he was so keyed up and stunned that he arched into it and kissed back before higher brain functions could kick in.

It might have only been his imagination that Jack was equally startled, but when he pulled away he looked as composed as always. "There. Was it so hard to be nice?"

He set Vaughn back into place at his side like a man heeling a dog. Across the table, Sydney and Weiss sat with open mouths--small gapes, but literal ones. Weiss's eyes looked like cracked saucers.

Oh yeah. Weiss was never going to stop giving him shit about this one.
 
 
 
pete and gabe's collaborative dicks: lustinlovewithnight on May 20th, 2005 03:11 am (UTC)
I am loving this. Truly. You give good Vaughn...better than the writers give us, half the time. :)
Anna S.: vaughneliade on May 20th, 2005 03:16 am (UTC)
Thank you! I so want to share the Vaughn love. Michael Vartan has taken over my mental locker as current pin-up boy. Jesus, the man is hot. I will brook no detractors. *glares at imaginary detractors*
Herself_nycherself_nyc on July 11th, 2005 02:31 am (UTC)
OK, but is he a good actor? I can't decide. Often he seems like such a stiff and then I can't figure if it's that Vaughn is a bit of a stiff, or if Vartan is.
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on May 20th, 2005 03:26 am (UTC)
See, part of the reason I love this is that I just now paused Season 2 of Alias to come read some email and *squee* more fic.
Jack. My very favorite iceman. Also Vaughn-inna-collar, but mostly Jack.
Anna S.eliade on May 20th, 2005 03:31 am (UTC)
I know. JACK. A minute ago I was all "VAUGHN!" but at this moment it's all about Jack. Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack. I just see-saw back and forth like this. I want to read more stories where he's done really well. I just watched the bit in S3 where he shot and killed the British thief for talking trash about Syd ("Julia"). Love that.
Alizarin_NYCalizarin_nyc on May 20th, 2005 03:47 am (UTC)
THAT is one of my favorite all-time Alias scenes. Even though there's no Will or Weiss in it. I love that actor, Justin Theroux, I think is his name. (Zombies ate my brain)

And this fic is fabulous. Why do I like it? I don't care for Alias fic, though I'm a big fan since the beginning. Would have never thought of pairing Jack/Vaughn in a million years.

Oh well. I'm just going to go with it.
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on May 20th, 2005 05:26 am (UTC)
I just got into Alias, last month, and am going through the seasons via Netflix.
I'm totally in love with Jack, though Sark is fairly tasty as well. There's also the fact that the actor who plays Sark is barely legal, which is creepy, but somehow sexy.
If anyone has recs for good Alias fic of any kind, let me know!
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.sherrold on May 20th, 2005 03:32 am (UTC)
oh, honey!
Somehow in the last couple of hours, my little cold has turned into the mother-and-father of all colds. Honestly, the only thing I have to live for is the next installment of this. I have to see Vaughn hating himself for loving Jack, before I die.

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Somehow in the last couple of hours, my little cold has turned into the mother-and-father of all colds. Honestly, the only thing I have to live for is the next installment of this. I have to see Vaughn hating himself for loving Jack, before I die.

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Anna S.eliade on May 20th, 2005 04:01 am (UTC)
Re: oh, honey!
Oh my god--I'm the only thing keeping you alive! *life support beeps*

Cool. I will feed you more of this IV drip story.

*hugs*
julia_herejulia_here on May 20th, 2005 05:40 am (UTC)
Oh, yeah... the level of nutsness and total 3-D super real surreality grows (excuse me, I've been writing 19th century straight narrative, my brain wants to dance a little). And Weiss starts to breathe! It's really easy to infer Vaughn's facial expressions and body language from this.

Small snarky Michael Vartan interview in this week's Newsweek (George Washington cover).

Julia, jeez, hailing again, this is getting old
tafkarfanfictafkarfanfic on May 20th, 2005 05:42 am (UTC)
He wanted to unbow his head, pull away, but he let Jack manipulate him--up to the point where he found his cheek brushing the other man's trouser-clad thigh, and then he balked, jerking away more by instinct than decision.

So, first I thought this was going to be my favorite part of the story. And then I hit the kiss, and hoooooomagod. Wow. Sweetie, you make it HOT. I especially like the way that Vaughn is reacting by reflex instead of thought.
That Chick with the Evil Laughsparkymonster on May 20th, 2005 06:56 pm (UTC)
I must concur with my crack purveyor. Oh my lord the kiss.

And the waiter showing Jack the wine list while he has his foot on Vaughn's neck. EEE!
The Alpha Beta: Slash? OMG - anniesjdiluvian on May 20th, 2005 03:53 pm (UTC)
That was so wrong it defied gravity

Best. Line. EVER.

he arched into it and kissed back before higher brain functions could kick in

Bguh.

'Scuse me, I have to clean the drool off my keyboard now...
mcamasonmcamason on May 21st, 2005 06:45 am (UTC)
Holy jeezus GOD.
DAMN. I mean.. WOW..

I mean.. Man, Shan's gonna be wondering about me, isn't she?

Jayzus.
nestra on May 24th, 2005 03:25 pm (UTC)
It might have only been his imagination that Jack was equally startled, but when he pulled away he looked as composed as always.

Oh, your Jack is going to be so good, isn't he? Yeah.
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Chasechase820 on June 2nd, 2005 02:46 pm (UTC)
Is is weird that I really liked the backstory you gave the reader here? I mean, when it comes to good slash (and this is already shaping up to be very good slash) one doesn't need much reason why. But I do like having some insight into why the characters are doing what they're doing.

I love the way that Jack is able to delve deeper into his crafted persona than either of the younger agents. He's technically on the side of right, but the number of wrong things he's willing to do in the name of truth, justice, and the American way makes him just as scary as people like Moslov. Which is my overly long way of saying your Jack is seven different kinds of hot.

par avion: alias blankpar_avion on June 6th, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
I'm rereading this today. Guh. That kiss, and how Vaughn automatically kisses back and startles Jack. So Damn Hot.