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22 May 2005 @ 10:04 pm
J/V #10  
I am loving the feedback on this, and want-hope-plan to answer as much as possible tomorrow. Tonight I kiss you and go to sleep.



X.

Mislov's girl was shooting up in the main lounge, which answered the question of junkie versus chic. The rubber strip she'd tied around her arm was bright blue with white polka-dots, one of the more disturbing new trends in drug fashion. Some hyper ABBA remix was playing from the stereo. A platter of cocaine sat on the coffee-table next to a bowl of pills, the paté and mixed nuts of the jet set.

Weiss was watching the girl covertly, his expression flat. Sydney was dancing with herself in the middle of the room, holding a cosmopolitan in one hand and sliding her skirt up a thigh with the other. It was hard to look away. It was a lot of thigh. And then Jack twisted his right ear lobe between two incredibly strong fingers.

"Oww! Motherfu--" He bit back the rest.

"Don't look at my daughter. Or I'll have you castrated."

Oh, yeah--he'd been waiting *years* to say that. Vaughn worked the muscles of his face, trying to iron smooth his anger.

The music changed and got dirtier and Weiss danced with Sydney, their movements lazy but synchronized. There was kissing. Vaughn made himself look away. He could feel Jack's restrained tension. It must be killing him to adopt a mask of benevolence when Weiss was so clearly enjoying himself. Sydney herself didn't seem to be minding.

It was mostly boring, this kind of thing, earning your mark's trust by simply putting the time in. Vaughn couldn't remember the last time he'd gone under cover for more than two or three days. The field ops they ran tended to need only transient covers. Agents in deep cover weren't on missions; they were operatives on assignments. An in-between mission like this was known as a mongrel op.

After an hour or so, a flunky came and whispered something in Mislov's ear. "Some friends of mine have arrived," he said.

"Oh?" said Jack.

Vaughn readied himself for anything, and Jack's hand rested loosely near his open jacket, close to his gun, but Mislov's friends were apparently no more than that: a mixed group of twentysomethings with designer clothes and forceful voices. A chick with blonde-on-blonde streaks and a totally waxed body took a seat by Jack on the couch and gave him a stoned, friendly smile.

"Hello," he said, inclining his head politely.

"Hello. I'm Caddy."

"Caddy. I'm Laszlo."

"A mature man. I haven't seen one of you in weeks. You've got a great voice. Is that a Kiton?" She rubbed the sleeve of his suit. Vaughn stifled a grin at Jack's concealed discomfort, and with the unerring instinct of the veteran cokehead, Caddy looked his way next. "Oh, you have a pet. Heavenish. Does he have a name?"

"None that he'll be keeping."

She found that hilarious, and seemed to be settling in for the duration, yelling for her friends to bring her drinks and snacks ("Something salty!"). She had to be the alpha bitch, because they obeyed as if they were used to it. After a while though, she went over to Mislov and smooched him and whispered in his ear for a length of time that a sane and sober man would have found unbearable.

Sydney was flirting with some guy who had ski bum written all over him, and Weiss had moved on to a healthy-looking girl with a mesmerizing lack of bra. Vaughn had a feeling he'd be scoring that night. Sometimes the mission demanded a sacrifice, after all. Just rotten luck that his own was Jack Bristow--and yet somehow he couldn't see Weiss ever ending up on the floor by Jack's feet.

He thought of Jack's comment about being unbeautiful. I'm not beautiful, he brooded grumpily, arguing with Jack in his head. I don't deserve this. Yeah, okay, he'd had no trouble pulling trim in college. But ten years in the agency had worn him out. Sydney hadn't wanted him. Probably not because of his looks, but a guy had to wonder. Had he been too old for her? He was sure as hell too old for this.

When Jack got up, Caddy took time out to mourn his departure, a ritual of whiny girlish flattery that lasted minutes and spilled over into conversation with the others with no sign of stopping. Politeness and patience going only so far, Jack walked out midflow, Vaughn at his side. This time his departure went unremarked.

"That chick makes Paris Hilton look classy," Vaughn whispered as they went up the stairs. Jack gave a tiny choking sound, but said nothing.

Once inside their room, Jack spun him and shoved him against the closed door. His mouth was shockingly hungry, as if he'd been waiting hours for just this. You bastard, Vaughn thought. There was no way they'd be heading to the shower twice; it would be too suspicious. Jack had just been giving him time to adjust to the idea, though why he hadn't said something--he would have said *something*, right? Vaughn held on to the hope that Jack would turn out to be as sane and professional as he had earlier, but the kiss was still going on and Jack was sliding his shirt up, stroking his side. The chill of the marble floor was seeping into Vaughn through his bare feet, slowing his reflexes, making him feel dull and off-balance and helpless. But the kiss was gentle. The kiss was gentle. He groaned a little and pushed forward with his hips, submitting to the heat of the other man's tongue in his mouth, begging him for something. Surreal.

He was gasping when Jack pulled away, and could feel his lashes stuttering under the heavy downward drag of his eyelids. It would be easy if he just closed his eyes, he thought, and let Jack's hands have their way with him. He arched back to lean against the door and let Jack push his shirt up his body and over his head. A kiss on his neck made him writhe. God, this was wrong. Sydney's father. His mind buckled against the idea and he panicked, but Jack's lips feathered up his neck to the edge of his jaw and one hand molded to the hardening ache in his jeans.

"Oh my god," Vaughn said, eyes closed. "Yes, that's--" Fuck, fuck. How long had it been since he'd gotten laid? Six months? A year? That couldn't be right. His dick was desperate for every light touch. "Oh Jesus, J--"

His eyes flew open in horror, and his stomach clenched. He'd almost said Jack's name, and Jack was staring at him, lips parted in a moment's equal shock, quickly hidden. Jack's face cooled, and he tipped Vaughn a mocking half-smile.

"You're coming along...beautifully," he said, stepping back.

Vaughn wasn't entirely able to process the switch of gears. He stood with his back to the door, shuddering with breath, fixed by Jack's eyes. All he could feel was despair and hatred, at his body's betrayal and Jack's manipulations. When Jack reached out to touch his jaw again, he flinched away, rage flooding his face with heat.

"You should get some rest." Jack left him standing there as he got ready for bed.

It took Vaughn long minutes to climb down off the emotional ledge he'd been about to leap from, poised to do something incredibly stupid that might trash the mission. This was it though. He caught his breath and clenched his jaw, narrowing his gaze at Jack across the room. This was war.
 
 
 
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on May 23rd, 2005 05:09 am (UTC)
GUH.
Oh, you bet he's a mature man. Yum. *pantpantpant*
Sure, go to bed and leave me hanging. :)
wyoluvrwyoluvr on May 23rd, 2005 05:11 am (UTC)
i cackle and clap my little hands with JOY.
julia_herejulia_here on May 23rd, 2005 05:15 am (UTC)
Ah... that awesome last sentence! I'm smiling over Vaughn's reaction to the tease and manipulation, and wondering just how much of the heat of the moment was Jack being Mr. Control and how much the proximity is starting to get to him, too.

Julia, glad I've been goofing around instead of going to bed.
AynAtonal: ecstaticaynatonal on May 23rd, 2005 05:16 am (UTC)
War! Aiee!

::flails happily::

I'm *so* loving this. Loving it!
Anna S.eliade on May 30th, 2005 11:09 pm (UTC)
I'm *so* loving this. Loving it!

Belated gladness and a thank you! *happy smile*
tafkarfanfictafkarfanfic on May 23rd, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)
his lashes stuttering under the heavy downward drag of his eyelids
Oh, that's a wonderful image.

t would be easy if he just closed his eyes, he thought, and let Jack's hands have their way with him.
And this momentary capitulation...it's just beautiful.

*is in love*
Innocent Bystanderfiresprite1105 on May 23rd, 2005 05:56 am (UTC)
AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!

No, don't stop there! I'll diiiieeeee...

Man, I am so totally, completely, totally sold on this. Have moved in and am camping on its floor.
The Alpha Beta: I wantdiluvian on May 23rd, 2005 06:32 am (UTC)
I never, ever, EVER thought I could be sold on this pairing, and you're doing it so well I'm starving for more.

Dammit.
Anna S.eliade on May 30th, 2005 11:09 pm (UTC)
You give me glee--there's always an evil glee at selling someone the crack. I will use the money feedback to fuel more writing.
droneish on May 23rd, 2005 06:36 am (UTC)
And sometimes that last refresh of the flist is rewarded.

Does he have a name?"

"None that he'll be keeping."


made me smile, too. Though I hope that's all I have in common with Caddy.

BTW, I surely don't mind you teasing Vaughn, but I'm getting a little... edgy, myself. ;)
ReginaGiraffereginagiraffe on May 23rd, 2005 01:01 pm (UTC)
You're just playing us like an expert fisherwoman. Letting out a bit of line only to reel in more. Out and in, closer and closer.
tigstigs on May 23rd, 2005 01:38 pm (UTC)
More please? Now?

And I realize that wasn't *truly* a cliffhanger, stopping mid-scene, but it sure felt like it...
Anna S.eliade on May 30th, 2005 11:07 pm (UTC)
And I realize that wasn't *truly* a cliffhanger, stopping mid-scene, but it sure felt like it...

Belatedly getting back to some earlier comments--just wanted to thank you for your feedback! (And for your adorable icon. :)
Alizarin_NYCalizarin_nyc on May 23rd, 2005 04:21 pm (UTC)
"You're coming along...beautifully," he said, stepping back.

Just like this fic.
Trepkos: pensivetrepkos on May 23rd, 2005 04:23 pm (UTC)
Wow!
""You should get some rest." Jack left him standing there as he got ready for bed."
Bastard!
Jack, not you...
Re. a title - maybe something along the lines of a reference to "Taming of the Shrew" or "My Fair Lady"? - eg. "The Street Where You Live"?
Or something to do with dogs (linking the training, and the mongrel mission thing?)
witlingwitling on May 23rd, 2005 06:26 pm (UTC)
Deliciousness.

::rolls over, exposes fluffy belly fur::
nestra on May 24th, 2005 03:46 pm (UTC)
"Don't look at my daughter. Or I'll have you castrated."

Ha! Poor Vaughn is doomed from every angle. And the angle where he was pressed up against the door? Damn.
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Chasechase820 on June 2nd, 2005 03:09 pm (UTC)
Okay, now I'm starting to feel for Vaughn. What the hell is Jack playing at, anyway? I'm beginning to think he's seducing Jack on purpose, just to give the mission that extra kick of verisimilitude. Which is so bad and twisted and wrong. I love it.
abbyleeabbylee on June 6th, 2005 05:40 am (UTC)
Hot damn.
MELODY GLOUCESTER PEGASUSjolielaide on January 17th, 2006 06:42 pm (UTC)
::exhales::

Sweet fancy moses.
karihopeless_childe on February 8th, 2006 11:32 pm (UTC)
ack!!!!! grrrrr.... damn you, Jack!!!!