Double Agents

Double Agents

Posted: April 2002
Author: Alex
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean B/Pierce Brosnan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction.
Summary/Notes: The boys play a little game.

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"James?" Pierce looked at the phone in his hand for a second. Not another crazy who thought he WAS Bond!

"Who is calling?" There had been SOMETHING about that voice though.

"Alec."

Bean! It was Bean!

"How are you, Alec? It's been a long time."

"Never better. I was in LA for the premier of the Fellowship, and I thought I'd give you a call."

"I'm glad you did. Shall we meet?"

"Hell yes. Name the place. And do come alone."

Pierce gave Sean the name and address of a bar where neither of them were likely to be recognized. He drove his "Bond" car, a '94 BMW sports coup. He even wore his Bond clothes, topped by a black leather jacket.

He spotted the blond sitting at the bar. He, too, was in black leather. Pierce walked up and sat on the tall stool beside him. He ordered a martini. What else?

"Good to see you again."

Sean nodded and gave Pierce a room keycard, finished his drink, threw a few bills on the bar and left. Pierce smiled into his glass and took his time finishing his drink. It had been a long time since he'd done this. He smiled to himself as he dropped some bills on the bar, as Sean had, and left.

He hopped into the car and checked the keycard. Nice hotel. He was glad. He had chosen dives now and again just for a change of pace. He drove there and gave his car to the valet. He took the stairs up to the fourth floor. He glanced at the card, memorizing the room number. Then he made his way down the hall, looking both ways for a trap.

He cautiously approached the door, letting himself in. The suite was pitch dark. There wasn't even an light from outside, because the heavy drapes were closed. Alec, uh, Sean had to be here somewhere. He thought he heard a sound and ventured into the large den. Nothing, nothing but the sound of his own heart pounding. He walked through the room, seeing nothing. He ventured down the hall, hearing someone ahead. Maybe he was in the room to the right. No, no one there. Damn, he was getting too old for this! When he turned to go back down the hall, he caught a glimpse of movement back in the den. He took out his gun and walked silently toward the sound.

He knew as soon as he cleared the doorway that he was fucked. He felt cold steel touch the side of his face. He was slammed against the wall, face first. Nothing was hurt but his pride.

"You're mine!" He felt the other man's body pressed against him. Sean had never been subtle. He turned around to face his assailant. Even though he expected the kiss, it almost took him to his knees. There was no tenderness, nothing gentle about it. It was brutal, hard, hungry. Sean's tongue drove its way into the deepest recesses of his mouth as desire, hot and liquid, drove its way to the deepest recesses of his body. He responded, touching his tongue to his attacker's tongue, running hands down to cup a tight jeans clad ass. He jerked Sean against him hard and smiled at his grunt of response.

"Take me, Alec," he whispered as he broke the kiss just long enough to speak. "If you can."

Sean flipped him around, facing the wall once again. He felt his hands being cuffed. Oh, this one was good! Sean shoved him hard against the wall, sliding one hand around to unbutton and unzip him. Then with one hand in the small of his back to hold him in place, Sean jerked his black jeans down, exposing him to the cool air in the room. He heard Sean breathing hard and the sound of another zipper. He turned his head as much as he dared, only to catch a glance of Sean's erection as he dropped his pants. Sean drizzled something on himself and threw the bottle down, stroking himself to spread what ever he had used.

Pierce braced himself. Wet, slick fingers probed him, sliding into tight places, touching him inside, making him stifle screams of pleasure. Then he felt Sean's velvety head push against him, pushing persistently, until it was sheathed inside him, still pushing until he was completely impaled. He let out a slow breath and pushed against Sean, signaling him to move. And move he did. His thrusts were slow, deep and hard, slamming Pierce against the wall with every one. A long fingered hand forced its way between him and the wall, taking his cock, rubbing, stroking it.

"Fuck," Sean moaned as he stiffened and stopped moving, the only movement being the pulsating of his cock as it forced semen into Pierce. His hand didn't still until Pierce's groans joined his own. They stood there, the wall holding them both up until they could breathe again. Pierce felt almost bereft as Sean backed away, fishing in his pants on the floor for the key to the cuffs.

As soon as the cuffs were off, Pierce turned around and pulled Sean into his arms. They just stood there for a bit, not moving, holding onto each other. Fatigue finally forced them apart as they gathered up discarded clothing and made their way to the sofa. Sean lit a cigarette and sighed as he breathed out smoke. Pierce watched him.

"Who won last time?" Pierce asked.

"I did. Don't I usually?" Sean said with a smile in his voice.

Pierce moved closer to him and started removing the rest of Sean's clothes. He kissed the smooth skin on Sean's chest and smiled up at him.

"I think we both win, Alec."

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THE END

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