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'attitude' in place. He jerked his head at the Virgin Mega-store, hands resolutely in their pockets. Ian
nodded and followed him in.
"I'll be in the classical selection," Ian said, and went off on his own at Kazuhi's nod.
Turning down toward the hip-hop section, he carelessly examined the latest releases. He listened to a
few samples, head bobbing to the beat, generally trying to give the appearance of passing his time. Yet
he also kept a sharp eye out on Ian, whose blonde head and tall stature kept the man in sight.
A little while later, he sensed a dangerous presence behind him before two slender arms wrapped
themselves familiarly around his waist from behind. The hold was gentle, unthreatening and easy to
break so Kazuhi maintained his relaxed posture.
"Hello, handsome," greeted a low voice from behind. Kazuhi looked back over at the pretty blonde
young woman who smiled up at him from where her chin perched on the edge of his shoulder. Her clear
blue eyes sparkled up at him.
"Hello to you, too," he said throatily, a small smile playing over his lips. He familiarly laid his own hand
over the girl's hands clasped over his chest. But the girl released him, letting the fingertips of one hand
drag as she moved to stand before him.
"You're looking good," She smiled, her chin tilting charmingly as her eyes flashed at him. "You want to
come down to the club with me and my mates?"
"Sorry, love, I "
"He's taken."
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Oh dear. She looked Ian over, her smile never wavering. Ian stared back... more than a little aggressively.
"Like I said, sorry," Kazuhi murmured with a small smile on his face. Giving him one last, slightly wistful
drag of her fingertips, she broke physical contact. With a nonchalant shrug she turned away
"Shame," and disappeared into the crowd.
Kazuhi slipped his hands back into his pockets, watching Ian watch the girl leave. He had been planning
for an uneventful 'interception' but despite Ian's jealousy, and how gratifying was that, he did not see
the necessity to explain to Ian the girl had come to give him a dose of new mites.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Ian asked politely, not masking his irritation very well.
"Nothing of interest," Kazuhi replied, giving the store a few final bored glances. When he turned back to
Ian, he allowed an amused smile to surface, his eyes to spark with interest, and even cocked a brow for
good measure... all to give the impression of, 'but you, on the other hand...'
Judging by Ian's mollified expression, the man had understood. They left together, walking calmly side
by side.
Kazuhi was amused to note that Ian walked even closer to him now, solicitously laying a guiding and
protective hand at his lower back when they encountered thicker pedestrian traffic. Weaving through
the crowds, he enjoyed the feeling of being watched over. It was so rare to be the one not in control, in
a life where his very survival meant having utter and absolute command.
There was no denying he had thought Ian interesting, watching the untrained civilian adapt so well to
their situation. It had impressed him, interested him. But he had not quite considered or decided what
kind of interest it might be. And Ian himself had decided on a very specific form of interest.
With which he found himself quite pleased with.
In all honesty, Kazuhi never really thought about romantic or sexual relationships much. When an offer
became convenient, he took it if he fancied so but he had never initiated anything himself. Nor had he
stayed around in anything more than two or three... encounters. It had even become part of his
reputation; the untouchable, untameable fleeting Ghost.
This current situation was entirely new to him. It wasn't that he was making the move, if anything he
would never have even dared consider Ian at all if he hadn't caught the interest in the man's eyes. In a
way, it was familiar, being approached.
Of good reputation and efficiency, operatively high ranking, he was often the recipient of attention from
other operatives. Plenty of his working colleagues had let him know they would be willing to relinquish
the lead to him... But while he had, very rarely, conceded to take an occasional taste, none had ever
made him feel like he belonged.
And he had never been so interested to see where things would go. Not ever.
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That startled him, to say the least. So small a difference made a world of change for him and he decided
that for the moment, he wanted to take reconnaissance. Processing the data could come later. There
would be at least some points of comparison to previous experience for him to find familiar ground
upon.
Right?
It didn't matter who was 'in control' to Kazuhi, it was always about who made him feel like he belonged.
The way Gale belonged as his handler and May as his first preferred team mate, so did Ian seem to put
him at ease.
"Thank you," Kazuhi murmured, as they got into the car, meaning many things.
With a warm smile, expression understanding and warm, Ian replied, "You're welcome."
~*~*~
Eileen quirked a brow when they arrived home for dinner, looking about a whisper away from licking her
lips. Dishing up the meal at the kitchen side dining bar, she commented, "Quite friendly now, aren't you
two?"
"We've always been friendly, ever since we first met," Ian parried. Kazuhi remained silent, content to
admire the prettily laid out meal before him and also to see how Ian would handle the situation.
"Of course you have, dear," Eileen winked at Kazuhi, ignoring her brother and how he flushed a little
before attacking his meal.
Knowing he and Ian would be in bed together again tonight was making his head spin a little. He gave his
table mates back his full attention and noticed when Eileen smiled knowingly at him. Kazuhi ignored her.
And he ignored May, too, when she smiled in almost the same way as Eileen had.
He'd come to 'nose' about their business, but in actuality took a verbal report muttered from beneath
breath, his enhanced hearing catching each word. Then he busied himself with the file May had brought
for him, absorbing the background information on the two siblings. When he looked up, unseeingly, to
digest what he had just read, he mentally added in a few things he had discovered on his own.
Displeased with the blank holes in the information he had in total, he frowned.
"Don't do that, you'll ruin your good looks," John Falcon, one of the undercover support operatives,
teased in passing. Eyes sparkling in amusement, May opened her mouth.
"Spare me," Kazuhi sighed. "Or I'll tackle you down and tape your mouth shut."
She grinned instead.
~*~*~
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Ian did not like it when Eileen touched Kazu.
Ian did not like it when anyone touched Kazu.
The realisation had startled him when he'd first noticed it, earlier that evening as they were strolling
Central London streets. They'd happened into a music store and some girl had put her claws around the
handsome young man.
Handsome young man... He glanced over the table at Kazu and stifled a sigh as he noticed, yet again,
how absolutely beautiful the operative was. His almond-shaped eyes, pert little nose and smooth,
rounded bow of a mouth... Mentally shaking himself, Ian leaned on his right elbow on the table and gave
into the urge this time, and sighed.
"Something the matter, Ian?" Kazu asked, turning to look at him. "You seem weary all of a sudden."
"Just tired," He forced a small polite smile to his face and rubbed a hand over the side of his face. "After [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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'attitude' in place. He jerked his head at the Virgin Mega-store, hands resolutely in their pockets. Ian
nodded and followed him in.
"I'll be in the classical selection," Ian said, and went off on his own at Kazuhi's nod.
Turning down toward the hip-hop section, he carelessly examined the latest releases. He listened to a
few samples, head bobbing to the beat, generally trying to give the appearance of passing his time. Yet
he also kept a sharp eye out on Ian, whose blonde head and tall stature kept the man in sight.
A little while later, he sensed a dangerous presence behind him before two slender arms wrapped
themselves familiarly around his waist from behind. The hold was gentle, unthreatening and easy to
break so Kazuhi maintained his relaxed posture.
"Hello, handsome," greeted a low voice from behind. Kazuhi looked back over at the pretty blonde
young woman who smiled up at him from where her chin perched on the edge of his shoulder. Her clear
blue eyes sparkled up at him.
"Hello to you, too," he said throatily, a small smile playing over his lips. He familiarly laid his own hand
over the girl's hands clasped over his chest. But the girl released him, letting the fingertips of one hand
drag as she moved to stand before him.
"You're looking good," She smiled, her chin tilting charmingly as her eyes flashed at him. "You want to
come down to the club with me and my mates?"
"Sorry, love, I "
"He's taken."
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Andra Sashner Dragonfly
Oh dear. She looked Ian over, her smile never wavering. Ian stared back... more than a little aggressively.
"Like I said, sorry," Kazuhi murmured with a small smile on his face. Giving him one last, slightly wistful
drag of her fingertips, she broke physical contact. With a nonchalant shrug she turned away
"Shame," and disappeared into the crowd.
Kazuhi slipped his hands back into his pockets, watching Ian watch the girl leave. He had been planning
for an uneventful 'interception' but despite Ian's jealousy, and how gratifying was that, he did not see
the necessity to explain to Ian the girl had come to give him a dose of new mites.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Ian asked politely, not masking his irritation very well.
"Nothing of interest," Kazuhi replied, giving the store a few final bored glances. When he turned back to
Ian, he allowed an amused smile to surface, his eyes to spark with interest, and even cocked a brow for
good measure... all to give the impression of, 'but you, on the other hand...'
Judging by Ian's mollified expression, the man had understood. They left together, walking calmly side
by side.
Kazuhi was amused to note that Ian walked even closer to him now, solicitously laying a guiding and
protective hand at his lower back when they encountered thicker pedestrian traffic. Weaving through
the crowds, he enjoyed the feeling of being watched over. It was so rare to be the one not in control, in
a life where his very survival meant having utter and absolute command.
There was no denying he had thought Ian interesting, watching the untrained civilian adapt so well to
their situation. It had impressed him, interested him. But he had not quite considered or decided what
kind of interest it might be. And Ian himself had decided on a very specific form of interest.
With which he found himself quite pleased with.
In all honesty, Kazuhi never really thought about romantic or sexual relationships much. When an offer
became convenient, he took it if he fancied so but he had never initiated anything himself. Nor had he
stayed around in anything more than two or three... encounters. It had even become part of his
reputation; the untouchable, untameable fleeting Ghost.
This current situation was entirely new to him. It wasn't that he was making the move, if anything he
would never have even dared consider Ian at all if he hadn't caught the interest in the man's eyes. In a
way, it was familiar, being approached.
Of good reputation and efficiency, operatively high ranking, he was often the recipient of attention from
other operatives. Plenty of his working colleagues had let him know they would be willing to relinquish
the lead to him... But while he had, very rarely, conceded to take an occasional taste, none had ever
made him feel like he belonged.
And he had never been so interested to see where things would go. Not ever.
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Andra Sashner Dragonfly
That startled him, to say the least. So small a difference made a world of change for him and he decided
that for the moment, he wanted to take reconnaissance. Processing the data could come later. There
would be at least some points of comparison to previous experience for him to find familiar ground
upon.
Right?
It didn't matter who was 'in control' to Kazuhi, it was always about who made him feel like he belonged.
The way Gale belonged as his handler and May as his first preferred team mate, so did Ian seem to put
him at ease.
"Thank you," Kazuhi murmured, as they got into the car, meaning many things.
With a warm smile, expression understanding and warm, Ian replied, "You're welcome."
~*~*~
Eileen quirked a brow when they arrived home for dinner, looking about a whisper away from licking her
lips. Dishing up the meal at the kitchen side dining bar, she commented, "Quite friendly now, aren't you
two?"
"We've always been friendly, ever since we first met," Ian parried. Kazuhi remained silent, content to
admire the prettily laid out meal before him and also to see how Ian would handle the situation.
"Of course you have, dear," Eileen winked at Kazuhi, ignoring her brother and how he flushed a little
before attacking his meal.
Knowing he and Ian would be in bed together again tonight was making his head spin a little. He gave his
table mates back his full attention and noticed when Eileen smiled knowingly at him. Kazuhi ignored her.
And he ignored May, too, when she smiled in almost the same way as Eileen had.
He'd come to 'nose' about their business, but in actuality took a verbal report muttered from beneath
breath, his enhanced hearing catching each word. Then he busied himself with the file May had brought
for him, absorbing the background information on the two siblings. When he looked up, unseeingly, to
digest what he had just read, he mentally added in a few things he had discovered on his own.
Displeased with the blank holes in the information he had in total, he frowned.
"Don't do that, you'll ruin your good looks," John Falcon, one of the undercover support operatives,
teased in passing. Eyes sparkling in amusement, May opened her mouth.
"Spare me," Kazuhi sighed. "Or I'll tackle you down and tape your mouth shut."
She grinned instead.
~*~*~
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Andra Sashner Dragonfly
Ian did not like it when Eileen touched Kazu.
Ian did not like it when anyone touched Kazu.
The realisation had startled him when he'd first noticed it, earlier that evening as they were strolling
Central London streets. They'd happened into a music store and some girl had put her claws around the
handsome young man.
Handsome young man... He glanced over the table at Kazu and stifled a sigh as he noticed, yet again,
how absolutely beautiful the operative was. His almond-shaped eyes, pert little nose and smooth,
rounded bow of a mouth... Mentally shaking himself, Ian leaned on his right elbow on the table and gave
into the urge this time, and sighed.
"Something the matter, Ian?" Kazu asked, turning to look at him. "You seem weary all of a sudden."
"Just tired," He forced a small polite smile to his face and rubbed a hand over the side of his face. "After [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]