Agents Universe

Before reading this, read:

AN OASIS OF VIOLENCE - SAVING KYLE PART 1
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50677

THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS - SAVING KYLE PART 2
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50780

THE VALLEY OF DESPAIR - SAVING KYLE PART 3
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50781

A BITTER PILL - SAVING KYLE PART 4
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50847

TO SAVE A HERO - SAVING KYLE PART 5
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50928

UNEXPECTED OUTCOMES - SAVING KYLE PART 6
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50929

AN UNLIKELY LOVE - SAVING KYLE PART 7
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50930

THE GATHERING STORM - SAVING KYLE PART 8
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50995

INTO THE FIRE - SAVING KYLE PART 9
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51074

THE POWER OF LOVE - SAVING KYLE PART 10
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51095

A HEAVY PRICE - SAVING KYLE PART 11
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51096

DAY 8 / 09.48 AM

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Slowly, I become aware of pain. So much pain… my head is hurting, throbbing, pounding. I hurt everywhere, a dull throbbing ache from every limb, from my chest, my jaw. And… my heart… My heart… a hurt… what is hurting… I can’t think… then, it hits me like a ton of bricks, and I jerk awake suddenly, forcing myself through the layers of fog draped over my consciousness, I scream, “JACK!!” My eyes pop open, and I try to lift, and there in front of me is James Mason, his hand pressing down on my chest, keeping me down. Where am I? Where is Jack? Where is that mother-fucking scum-sucking waste of space Derek Steel? JACK.. I look into Mason’s eyes, and in them I see compassion, a sorrow, a pain that sends a knife into my heart. Where is Jack? Derek had Jack…

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Finally, finally, I had a restful night’s sleep. The best I’ve had in over two weeks. With Kyle in my arms. He was with his uncle now, and though he was better, it would be such a long, hard road to help him recover. But he would. I would support him, and stand by him every fucking inch of the way. But, that was a problem for later. Right, now, this moment, was about Jeff Rogers. The burden of guilt, the hurt that I carried was heavier than a mountain. Jack and Jeff risked their lives, their love for me and Kyle, for our love. And now… Jack was dead, lost to us beneath the collapsed ruins of the Syndicate base outside of Des Moines. I’d already contacted the Americans, the CCS was sending out a squad to sift through the ruins, and they promised to tell me if they found Jack’s body. This was the hardest part of my job, of the life I’d chosen to tell the men who risked their lives that someone they loved was dead. There was no point delivering it gently, no point beating around the bush. It was best to get it out there first, then stand by to deal with the fallout. This was harder, harder than any other time. Because Jeff and Jack volunteered to help me not out of duty, but out of the goodness of their hearts, and now because of it, Jack was dead. How could I carry that? But I had to. I had no choice. Kyle needed me. And Jeff would need me. And Tim needs me. I am strong enough, I have to be.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, Jeff stirs, and screams out Jack’s name, trying to sit up. Please no… Please, give me strength to face this. I put my hand gently on Jeff’s chest, then whisper, “Easy, easy, don’t hurt yourself.” I swallow, then rush on. “Jeff, you have no idea…” I started to cry, I couldn’t help it, “...how sorry I am. Jack is dead.”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I heard Mason’s words. I heard everyone. I just wouldn’t let myself hear them. I couldn't do it. It wasn’t possible. I felt a cold block of ice take over the centre of my body. Every emotion went numb. Then, suddenly, I started to scream. I shrieked like a banshee. A scream of rage, pain, loss. “I’LL FUCKING KILL HIM. IF IT IS THE FUCKING LAST THING I DO, I WILL KILL HIM!! I WILL RIP HIS FUCKING NUTS OFF! I WILL CUT HIS GODDAMN HEART OUT, IF HE EVEN HAS ONE!!” I start to thrash, I feel as though I’m being carried away by an avalanche of rage and fury, it was better to feel rage than the despairing, empty pain of facing the fact that Derek killed Jack.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Jeff’s rage cuts through my being like sword. My fault.. My fault… My fault. MASON. Be strong. He doesn’t need your guilt. He needs your love and strength. I pull myself together in the face of the storm of fury and pain radiating out from Jeff. But… I’m confused… what is he saying? Who is he talking about? No one killed Jack… did they? He wasn’t murdered… was he? I raise my voice, and grab Jeff’s shoulders, “JEFF.. LISTEN to me.” I have to break through his insane rage. “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Who killed Jack? … No one killed Jack? I thought, I thought.. Jack left the office to find me? When I entered the office, you were unconscious, bleeding out… But Jack wasn’t there. Then, I’m sorry, so sorry… I tried… tried to go back… but before I could go back into the base to find him, there was the explosion, and the base collapsed… I thought he was killed in the collapse..”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I scream, and scream… Then suddenly, James grabs my shoulders and shouts in my face. I collapse back to the bed, then he explains to me…. What…. He… what is he saying… Somehow, someway, hope started to blossom… I started to cry… My fury was spent… They were tears of joy and agony… “It … It was Derek Steel and Daniel Allen… We fought… I failed… I failed him.. Derek and Daniel… they knocked me out… I failed him.. Failed him… when he needed me … I failed him… I couldn’t beat those bastards… I… I … Derek… he took Jack… he hurt him…”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Confused, I don’t understand… Then Jeff’s rage runs out, and he collapses, he starts to sob, great racking heaves, tears flooding out of his eyes. I hold him, lift him up, and wrap my arms around him, listening to him. He blamed himself… ? But wasn’t it my fault? But he blamed himself?? What… DEREK STEEL? DANIEL ALLEN? THEY WERE AT THE DES MOINES BASE? They were the ones who fucked up Jeff?

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I can’t stop crying, I can’t stop.. I failed my Jack… I couldn’t protect him against Derek Steel.. Not good enough.. Not tough enough… not strong enough… I continue, “HE… he raped him… right on top of me… threatened Jack… used my life to blackmail… him.. Then.. he … he said he was going to take Jack as his toy, his cum dump, to torture and abuse…. He …. I think… he kicked me in the head, and that’s all I remember… I have to get up.. Let me up.. I have to find him… I have to find Jack.. HAVE TO FIND HIM DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME MASON, I HAVE TO FIND HIM! NOW! BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, understanding dawns on me… Oh fuck… relief… Jack wasn’t dead… and horror… he was in the hands of Derek Steel and Daniel Allen…. Guilt churned in me, burned in me, and there was a debt here. A debt to Jeff that I had to pay. I had to. He began to lose it then, screaming, screaming, losing his mind. I measured Jeff carefully. He was getting hysterical. I slapped him, once across his face. Tears were rolling down my face, dripping off my chin. He stopped raving, and collapsed back onto his pillow, crying softly. Then, I hold him up against me again, and stroke his hair, his beard. I speak gently, “Jeff, listen to me. We will find Jack. I swear to you, by everything that’s holy, we will find Jack. But we have to do this right. Carefully. We need to find Derek Steel. Every single resource at my disposal will be directed towards finding Jack. I will twist the arms of my bosses, I will go find Masterson himself and make him look for Derek. We will find him, then together, we will bring Jack home. I promise. I promise. I promise. I will fight as hard to help you find Jack as I fought to save my Kyle. Do you understand me?”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: James slaps me, and that shock was just what I needed. I collapsed back to the hospital bed, crying softly. My heart… was broken… broken… How could I find Jack? How.. could I… Then James was there, holding me and whispering in my ear. I listened, and the passion and sincerity, the pain in his voice cut through my despair. I looked up into his eyes, and nodded once. He would do this for me? Yes, he would. Pull yourself together Jeff. Be strong now. Jack needs you to be strong. Oh Jack, I failed you… failed you.. Stop it Jeff. Put your guilt aside, it won’t bring Jack back. What will bring Jack back is focusing, being professional, using your skills. You need to be strong. You can do this, with James to help, with the resources of MI6 as well as the CSIS, we can do this. I mastered the wrenching agony, the hole in my heart that Jack had filled, and nodded. “Thank you James.”

DAY 8 / 10:35 AM

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I open my eyes slowly. Uhhh… I don’t fucking remember anything. I was hugging Kyle… Then… It’s all a blur. I don’t know. But I feel a bit better now compared to yesterday, but still tired. My body is tingling. I don’t know what happened, but I don’t care. Kyle was next to me, holding my hand, but his eyes were closed. He wasn’t looking at me, lost in his own thoughts. I smile and greet him “Morning Kyle…” I give his hand a gentle squeeze as he holds me. Yeah, that’s my boy. He is with me, with his uncle, where he needs to be. I then tease him playfully, just like in the past “Where is my coffee boy… Ugh… You know how grumpy I get without my coffee…”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The session with Jeff was utterly heartbreaking. And I had to take a moment by myself in the toilet before I rejoined Kyle and Tim. I washed my face, trying to dry my tears. I knew it wasn’t going to help, but I couldn’t shake the tremendous weight of guilt, the debt I owed Jeff. If that had been Kyle… I would have done the same. And yet he didn’t blame me. He was a good man, he was one of the finest men I’d ever met. I’d have to pull in some huge favours from my contacts in MI6, but by god, they would help, or they would see just how much of a living hell James Mason could make their lives. Finally, I got my composure back, and walked out of the bathroom, and into the small room where Tim and Kyle were in. The nurse was bustling around Tim, checking his vitals. He finished, and approached me, whispering, “Mr. Mason, we’ve just given Tim something to help with his withdrawal symptoms. I can’t believe… can’t believe that those bastards addicted him to B. We only just got him into treatment in time. If it had been even an hour longer… the prognosis would have been bleak. But he’s responding well to the treatment. He is one stubborn bastard.” He shook his head admiranly. Then he continued, “As you can see, he’s awake just now. You can visit with him, but please, don’t tire him out.” Then, he left the room. I walked over and sat down in the chair next to Kyle, and without thinking, I reached out to hold Kyle’s hand, slipping it into my own. Then, my other hand reached out to grab Tim’s. It was the three of us, all holding hands in a circle of trust and love. I spoke up, gently, “How are you feeling, Tim?”

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I didn’t sleep very well yesterday. I woke up a couple of times, from different nightmares… Xavier… James… Ivan… Various nightmares. But every time I woke up, James was still hugging me, so I managed to go to sleep once again. And after waking up in the morning, I rushed to my uncle. He was sleeping peacefully, just like the good old days. Oh Tim… How did we end up here? I mean, the answer is already clear… Me… But… I never screwed things this bad before. This was the biggest failure in my entire life. Xavier was dead, and Tim… He… There was something wrong, they avoided telling me what is wrong but… I know there is something. Then Tim opens his eyes, and teases me, asking for his coffee. I open my eyes and meet his gaze. Yeah… There he was… My old, grumpy, tough uncle… I smile sorrowfully at him, and chuckle “Not now Tim… Doctors need to decide what you should eat and drink… But I am here…” just then, the door opens, and a nurse starts checking my uncle’s condition. Not so very long after, another person enters the room. It’s James. He talks with the nurse a little bit, then slowly approaches us, sits down next to me. He holds my hand with his one hand, and Tim’s hand with the other. I don’t talk, I am still trying to understand what is happening, and what they are hiding from me. I just listen to the conversation between James and my uncle.

12:26 Tim_Byrne: Then shortly after, Mason, the heroic lover of my beloved Kyle enters the room, and sits down next to Kyle, and holds my hand. I grin, and give his hand a squeeze as well, then chuckle “Ahhh… I will be better once they release me… This idiotic hospital gown is sooo stupid… And they won’t give me coffee… Where is my morning coffee… Pstt… You nurse, give me some coffee… That’s my everyday routine…” then my voice turns a bit serious, as I look into James’ eyes. “Jokes aside… Thank you, James… For being here with me and Kyle… It means a lot, really… How are you, son? How are your wounds?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I chuckle, and give Tim’s hand a gentle squeeze. It’s good to hear him able to joke and tease us. I chuckle as I reply, “What me? My wounds, nah, you don’t need to worry about me. It’s nothing that time and a bit of rest can’t heal. But, I need to talk to you and Kyle now Tim.” Then, I turn a bit serious, “I asked the doctors not to tell you, because I wanted to tell you myself. At some point, during your captivity, you were injected with a large dose of the drug, B. It was enough to create a serious addiction. That’s why you had such a splitting headache, and why you passed out in the evening yesterday. Luckily, the doctor recognized the symptoms, and they were able to begin treatment in time. The good news is that you will make a full recovery. The bad news is that you will have more attacks like yesterday for a while yet, and you’ll need someone to take care of you during the recovery process.” I smile at both Tim and Kyle. “But the important thing here, Tim, is that you WILL be fine. You will recover in a few months time. That leads me back to my second point, for both you and Kyle.” I take a deep breath.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “I know I mentioned this last night, but that wasn’t the right time. But here, now, is the right time. Tim, Kyle, please, I want both of you to come back to London with me. I want…” I swallow nervously, “I want you both to live with me. Tim, I will see to it that you have the best possible care as you recover from your B addiction. And Kyle, “ My hand gently strays up to Kyle’s head, stroking his hair, and pulling him towards me for a gentle kiss. “..I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you, and how much I want you to be with me. The next few months are going to be very difficult for you Kyle. It is going to take a lot of hard work, determination, and love to overcome the trauma of the last few weeks. Let me be by your side, let me give you the love and care that you deserve, you and your Uncle both. And… I’ve already been in contact with my superiors in MI6, and when you feel up to it, when you are ready, if you want, I can arrange long-term, and eventually, permanent, visas for both you and Tim in the UK, as well as secure you a position in MI6. I know it’s not the CIA, Kyle, that you dreamed of, but it will give you opportunities to use your very special gifts in so many ways. You are so talented, Kyle.” I stop to kiss Kyle’s forehead again. I am about to go on, but I stop, and look at Kyle, letting all my care and love for him shine on my face and in my eyes, then I turn to Tim, and include him as well, to let him know how sincere I am in my offer to both of them.

12:26 Tim_Byrne: My smile widens as James says there aren’t many problems about his wounds. Yeah, what a strong man he is. Then his tone turns a bit serious, and I turn my attention completely on James, eyeing Kyle at the same time to see his reaction as well. I have been… Drugged? DRUG B? My boy’s case? Ahh… That explains a lot. I am sure it’s the work of that shitty bear named Ivan. I look at Kyle with worried eyes at that part, but suddenly my eyes sparkle as I hear “London.” Oh… Oscar… My love… Can I meet with him finally? Please let me… Fuck I missed him so much… And they think some shitty drug will turn my life upside down? HAH… I am going to show what this grumpy old man is hiding under his skin. But my face softens most as I hear the opportunity for Kyle. Oh my boy… Fuck… It would be actually great. But he is still so down… I answer before he can say anything “James… Son… Thank you… I don’t know how to show my gratitude towards you, believe me… But don’t expect me to live with you and Kyle… I have someone... “ I turn my gaze to Kyle again with a wink “Someone to find… And Kyle knows exactly who…” but my nephew’s expression remains the same. UHH… Is this because of that brainwashing?

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I listen to James's words without any interruption. He says so many things, so many generous offers, so many alluring wishes… And yet nobody realizes I don’t deserve it. I start crying softly again as I hear how Tim was drugged… Especially with B… The shitty stuff that I have been fighting against for the past several weeks. I was trying to protect every civilian from that drug, and yet the closest person to me, my uncle, is now addicted to it. It is very relieving to hear that he will recover from its effects fully, but… This is so fucking humiliating… So at the end of the day, I achieved a big NOTHING. Then James mentions he wants us to move to London with him, living with him… My fears trigger again, and I don’t answer right away as well. Then he mentions MI6… Oh James… Come on… Me? I am over… I… I am useless. I am a shitty inspector that can’t protect. I close my eyes as James gives me a soft kiss, and plays with my hair. After he stops talking, I open my eyes and look at his face for the first time since the beginning of the conversation with a hopeless and tired gaze. Oh James… Why are you wasting your time with me? Can’t you just see? Is it that hard? I take a deep breath, and ask a very direct question “Why James? Can’t… Can’t you see how much I damaged everyone in just one week…” my voice is calm, I am not tearing myself apart this time, and yet, my heart literally is aching. “Why are you trying for me… Why don’t you just let me go… Why don’t all of you just let me go… Can’t you just see I am more dangerous than the Syndicate?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: As I finish speaking, Tim answers first, and the gratitude and joy in his expression brings a smile to my face. Then, I turn and Kyle looks at me. The look in his eyes, that look of hopelessness and weariness, it is a knife in my heart. What I want to do is turn aside and cry. But that is not what I do. What I do is wrestle with my heart, and remember how much I love him. My gaze never changes, and no hint of the hurt or pain in my heart makes it to my eyes. I listen to him speak to me, listen to his self-destructive, wounded words, and all I do is lean closer, looking into his eyes. I let my forehead rest against his, as I gently stroke his hand, then I speak, “Do you remember Kyle, when I took you out for that meal, in that bar back in Minneapolis, that meal we shared was so special…

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Flashback to TOGETHER: THE MINNEAPOLIS AFFAIR PART 3 https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50481
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12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I lick my lips, and give you a smile before I continue "I went to the police academy, and graduated from there. If I had a choice, I would definitely have applied for the FBI, but..." I pause for a moment, then move on "My uncle... He is a lonely man, and I am the only person in his life right now... After losing my father and mother, he was devastated. Normally, he may sound like a rude person, but he is so sensitive and soft deep inside. And I knew that if I became a FBI agent, there was going to be no one in his life... I didn't want to leave him alone, so I instead completed my studies in Minneapolis, and became a detective here instead." My smile widens as I finish my sentence, examine your reaction for a moment, then continue in a playful tone. "It's still a good job, but... I would definitely prefer something larger, something that takes me to other countries..." then I finalize my story by asking you a question "Maybe moving to London can be better for my uncle. There is a specific reason why he wants to live there... Umm, well, he loved a guy when I was really young, about 7 or 8 years old. But all of a sudden, that guy needed to return to his own country, England. Years and years later, a couple of months ago, that guy invited my uncle to London, said he was ready to explain everything, about why he disappeared all of a sudden, and wanted to move on... I dunno... It's a bit complicated...."

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I listen intently, learning about this handsome, brave, earnest young inspector. I hold his hand the entire time, reveling in the simple pleasure of touch as I learn about you.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: “Remember Kyle, how you felt as we talked… Remember how excited you were at the idea of being more than just a detective. Remember those feelings, as you shared your dreams with me, as you held my hand. Remember the love we shared. You are more than the hurt and pain you are feeling right now Kyle. You are so much more than that. You will heal from this, in time. You will. I’m asking you to give me a chance to help you heal. We don’t need to make any permanent decisions right now, but for now, for the moment, in this moment, I’m asking you to remember our meal, remember your dreams. Give me a chance Kyle, that’s all I’m asking. Just a chance to help you remember who you really are. A chance to help you find your strength. It is there. I know it is.”

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I listen to Kyle as he says those words that are products of his broken self-confidence. Oh boy… I feel so bad… But right now, as James is pointing out, all that matters is we are safe and together. I pat Kyle’s lap as he continues to cry, but then James starts talking… Another moment they shared? WOW… DIdn’t they know each other for just like, a couple of days or so back then? How did they connect with each other that fast? But I don’t need to hear an answer anyways. Oh Oscar… Just look at these two… I take a deep breath, and smile at James warmly as he finishes speaking, then giggle “Moreover Kyle… If you trust James, and me of course, I can bet you will heal much faster than you need… I…” I cough… UGH FUCK… I don’t usually praise him like that… These past two days were exceptions I guess “I am pretty confident, alright? I bet… 1 month… 1 month and you will be better than before…” I mean, I don’t have any knowledge about this brainwashing stuff, but I know my Kyle… I know his potential, just like James.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: After I finish my words, James rests his forehead against mine, forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes once more. I definitely can lose myself in those eyes. Then he wants me to remember that day. Our meal… He… I remember that day. It was so beautiful. We opened our hearts to each other completely, and I talked about my dreams, my uncle, London, CIA… Something larger… Something that exceeds borders… Our touch… It was real Kyle… I… I don’t understand why I don’t feel like I did on that day, what changed in just 1 week? But I just know. It was as real as the pain I am enduring and experiencing now. And it doesn’t matter even if I don’t remember, I can see that from James’s eyes. He is telling me the truth… He never lies to me… I… I lied to him before the interrogation day… Not a direct lie maybe, but I hid something from him. I should have trusted him as much as he trusted me. He believed I could make my own decisions, I should have done the same… Yeah Kyle… You remember, right? That was the breaking point. You forced him to go… Maybe it was still a better idea than staying in Minneapolis, but that should have been his decision, not mine. I chuckle as my uncle states that he believes I can “heal” from this state of mind quickly, and I look at him with a grateful expression. Then I turn back James, and pull him into a hug, feeling his body, his soul with my full existence. Then I whisper in his ear “I… I just wanted to protect you… I just wanted to keep you safe… I am sorry… I should have trusted you more…” then I bury my face into his neck, and continue to cry there “I love you… Even though I don’t deserve your love, I love you James Mason… I trust you…”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I smile over again, gratefully at Tim. That grumpy old man is a real treasure. Then, I turn back to Kyle, and as I stare into his eyes, I can see how I reached him, I can see how he remembers that meal we shared, remembers, even if only briefly, his dreams. That was enough for now. It would be a slow process, but he would heal. I know he would. My Kyle was far stronger than he realized. Then, he hugs me, and the fear and pain in my heart melts like the morning frost in springtime, and I wrap him up in my arms, and hold him tightly against me, my heavy, hard muscles, forged and trained for battle, holding him gently and tenderly as he whispers into my ear. He shares his guilt with me, and I tenderly take it in, then he tells me how much he loves and trusts me. I start to gently cry, a few tears running down my cheeks into my beard, I smile at Kyle, “Is that a yes, my beloved Kyle? You’ll come with me to London? You and Tim?”

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I smile warmly at the scene. Yeah… They are so beautiful together. I am so proud… My heart, after a very long time, just as when Kyle told me I can go to London, fills with happiness and joy. And it is just going to be awesome. Maybe bad things that happen to us can open the doors to good things in life. There was hope, there was love still… Even after a brutal war… I make a fake grumpy face as James repeats his question again… I mock him playfully, showing my “grumpy” side again “Boy… Are you dumb? Is it not obvious? Fuck… Maybe you are sillier than I thought…” But my eyes definitely can’t hide my feelings, I can tell…

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: It feels perfect. To touch James again, to feel him again. He hugs me again, he kisses me again. This is definitively heaven. I can tell he is crying a little bit, but from joy… Just like the day we made love in my flat. I pull myself away to face him, laugh again as I hear my uncle’s words. Then lock my eyes with James, hold his jaw with my palms, and wipe the tears away from his cheeks with my thumbs. Just like that day… Because… I remember…

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Flashback to TOGETHER: THE MINNEAPOLIS AFFAIR PART 3 https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50481
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12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I slowly lean towards your ear, and whisper again sincerely and playfully "You made a huge mistake... From now on, you can't escape me, I will haunt and follow you till the end of the world." I chuckle impishly, my eyes are closing slowly. Taking another deep breath, I bury my face into your neck, and continue to mumble, in a much more serious tone "Because I love you Agent James Mason..."

12:26 Agent_James_Mason: My entire body shivers, and my arms enfold you even closer. A tear forms in the corner of my eye. I have known you only a short time, but together we risked our lives to save each other. What better way was there to know a man? To know who he really was? My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt so gifted, so blessed to hear those words from you.

12:26 Agent_James_Mason: I want to see your eyes right now, so I gently pull my head back, and rest my forehead against yours. Then, as we are staring into each other's eyes, you can see two tears forming in the corner of my eyes, to suddenly run down my cheeks into my beard. Life is so short, so precious, you are so precious to me. I whisper, "Then you will have to get used to the fact that I love you as well, Inspector Kyle Byrne. " I put my hand right over your heart. "I don't plan on letting you escape me. Too short, my brave, handsome, strong detective... Life is too short not to treasure our time together."

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I move my hands again, hold your jaw with my palms and caress your cheek with my thumbs, wiping the tears off.. And yes, you were right. I can't lose you, not after the things that happened in the warehouse. I won't let you go, and I will be by your side whenever you need me.

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12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I meet with his gaze once more, and mumble “Yes James… I will come with you… Don’t you remember? I told you I was going to haunt you till the end of the world… You are cursed now…” I chuckle as I say those words, and pull him into another hug.

DAY 8 / 12.03 PM

12:26 Agent_Derek_Steel: I stood at Daniel’s side as we supervised the loading of the surplus C 130 military cargo aircraft. This was our contingency plan. We had hidden the aircraft outside of Des Moines, in some woods, near an empty field long enough to allow us to take off. We were just loading the last of the equipment and troopers. I watched with concern on my face as Ivan walked up the ramp, looking broken and dejected. I had to talk to him. He needed me, but first we had to get everyone safely onboard. We had another facility in Australia that had the capacity to take us in until we could get everything sorted out. What a cluster fuck. What a fucking cluster fuck. I adjusted my sunglasses on my nose. But, there was one silver lining. That fucking waste of space, Jack Young was mine. And I was going to enjoy him to the fucking utmost. Yes I was. Daniel and I both would. And that brought me to the man of the hour, Daniel.

12:26 Agent_Derek_Steel: I turn to look at him, my face turning into a grin. Fuck. Daniel was not only muscled, handsome, hot as fuck, but he could fight, he had balls, and, most importantly, he had a heart as well. I’d heard from some of the other troops how he’d been there for Ivan. I start to walk towards the ramp, speaking up, “Hey Daniel, I heard about you and Ivan. And… thanks. You did me a real solid there, mate. Ivan means a lot to me. You know, I once told you that you are all right… Hmmm… I’m reconsidering that now. I think you are actually quite a bit more than just all right.” I pull him into me roughly, my arm around his shoulder, and give him a kiss, right there, on the ramp of the aircraft, not giving a fuck about any of the men thought. I never did. No I didn’t. FUCK he’s hot. Yes he is. You are falling for him, Derek Steel. So the fuck what… it happens. It happens.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I was still angry about what happened to our base yesterday. It was not good. There was no Mason in our hands, and Kyle was not here either. We lost two Syndicate bases, one of them is really important… Sorry… Was… It wasn’t a technical win, but at least we got someone. Jack Young… Not an ordinary agent. A fireball, and moreover, Trent’s son. It was better than nothing I guess. But not good enough. Ivan was in a very shitty mood, and my superiors have been calling me since the morning. Hell… I don’t want to talk with them. I just want Derek Steel. I just want to watch the loading procedure of the C 130 with the man who saved my life. Oh… And there he is… Coming here slowly. Fuck Derek, you look hot as hell… As always… I smile as he thanks me for taking care of Ivan. Yeah, even “I” have a heart I guess at some point. And Derek always shows me that by remaining close to me. Fuck…

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Then I chuckle as he mentions I am a bit better than “alright”. Haha… Told you Derek Steel… You have no idea who you are dealing with… I kiss him back as he wraps his arm around my shoulder, and starts rubbing his abs, teasing him “Well Derek…” There you go again Daniel… Not Derek, Mr. Ste… Hmm… No fuck it… He is my Derek… I don’t know if this is the beginning of falling in love, but I don’t care right now. “I care about Ivan more than you think… I care about my beloved ones more than you think... “ My smile turns into a very mischievous one, and I chuckle “And I am still behind my word… You are perfect Derek Steel… Just the definition of perfection…” with that, I grab him by his neck, and pull him into a long deep kiss this time.

12:26 Agent_Derek_Steel: We kiss for what seems ages, and I forget about the past and the future, and lose myself in the connection with Daniel. His hard muscled body against mine, my arms around him, my tongue in his mouth. Yeah, this is all right. Daniel is very much more than all right. Finally, we head up into the C 130 as the ramp closes and the engines start. I give Daniel’s hand a squeeze, and give him a crooked half smile. “More to come mate, so much more to come… But, right now..” I turn and look at Ivan, huddled by himself in a jump seat in the corner, “My friend needs me.”

12:26 Agent_Derek_Steel: The plane began to rumble and roar as I made my way over next to Ivan. I sat next to him, and buckled into the jump seat. I put my arm around him, and pulled him into me. Suddenly, as the plane took off, Ivan started to cry, great racking sobs. He knew I was here. He’d been waiting for me.

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Everything happened in a daze. I kept repeating in my head, over and over, “Kyle… Dave.. Kyle… Dave” caught in a loop, and endless loop of loss in my brain. Daniel had helped me, comforted me. But I couldn’t… couldn’t.. Then, suddenly, Derek was there. My best friend. A man who knew me better than anyone I have ever met. Suddenly, I started crying again, and gasped, the words flowing out of me… “Derek… I … it’s my fault… I let Mason go… I let Kyle go… my fault...I cost us everything… my fault… Derek, I’m sorry I’m sorry… I… couldn’t… I loved Kyle… I couldn’t … keep him prisoner… I couldn’t… brainwash him… I … Dave… I Dave…. I Kyle.. Dave...I couldn’t.. Dave told me… he spoke to me… told me.. That… I wouldn’t be the man he loved if I brainwashed Kyle… I’m sorry… so sorry…” I cried, harder and harder, and harder.

12:26 Agent_Derek_Steel: I listened to Ivan quietly, letting his confession flow over me. My brain went numb, and my heart began to hurt. My friend's pain was my pain. I pulled him in closely, and felt a tear start to run down my cheek, and drip onto my tight black shirt. I sighed, and all the anger and rage at the loss of Mason, a man we’d been hunting for years, evaporated. Sometimes life was just too fucking complicated. Why couldn’t everything be black and white? So much simpler, so much easier when we hated our enemies and loved our friends. But life was not simple. It never was. I pulled Ivan closer, and whispered in his ear, “Dave would be proud of you Ivan. Yes he would. And… I’m proud of you too. You did the right thing.” Fuck it. Fuck Mason. Fuck him to fucking hell. But Ivan had done the right thing. You don’t brainwash your friends, you don’t brainwash the men you love. He had done the right thing. And I was so fucking proud of him.

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I felt a great weight, like a heavy stone lift off my heart as Derek held me tight. Derek was proud… Dave was proud… that made it bearable somehow. I would heal. You fool, Ivan. You stupid fool. You played with fire, and now you have been burned. But… You will heal. And someday, maybe… maybe… I would see Kyle again… and tell him how sorry I was. And bit by bit, I fell asleep against Derek….

12:26 Agent_Derek_Steel: Ivan’s tears began to slacken, and he began to sleep as the C 130 screamed through the sky, headed for Australia. Gently, I stood up, and smiled down at Ivan. Then, I headed to the small crate we’d stuck Jack into, I pulled off the lid, and looked down at him. I considered using him for boxing practice to work out some of my frustrations. I was, however, in a thoughtful mood just now, not really in the mood to beat that pathetic shitstain. I think I’d let him reflect on his fate for a while. I grinned down into Jack’s eyes. “Welcome to your new life Jack… you’ll love the land down under… OH yes you will. You will.”

12:26: Agent_Jack_Young: I awaken from my deep sleep to find myself in darkness, with only a few spots of light seeping in, but it’s too soon to take it all in. I blink a few times to try and force my eyes to adjust, but to no avail. Where the fuck am I? Whose room is this? I start to sit up and immediately feel a pulsation of pain throb across my body. “Aaarggh!” I moan and wince, my gut feels as bruised as a peach, but then my head knocks against the.. Ceiling? What the fu-- I put my palms against it, the ceiling.. It’s fucking.. What? WHAT THE FUCK!? I stick my arms out to the sides and I barely have any room there either, a couple of inches if that. Then I feel above my head.. A few inches there, too.. I’m.. I’m in a fucking box. Oh my fucking god, I’m in a box, I can’t breathe.. I can’t fucking breathe.. I kick against the box, then open my mouth to scream, but then everything comes flooding back to me.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek, the beating, the rape.. Mason and Kyle, Des Moines.. The deal I made with Derek and… fuck.. He was the first thing I thought of but I banished it from my mind. J-- I can’t. Don’t. I’ll fucking lose it, just breathe. But oh, God.. Jeff. Tears fill my eyes quicker than they ever have, like somebody turning on a fucking garden hose. Jeff. Left to die in the explosion Daniel was warned about. I made a deal with Derek to take me as his new toy in return for leaving Jeff alone.. And he killed him. Tears are absolutely streaming, but I make no noise.. I just feel fucking numb. I’m defeated. The back of my head slams against the crate again as I flop in defeat and stare up at the wood. Jeff’s dead. The only two words I can think, again and again. I cover my face with my hands as I cry into them. He’s gone.. He’s gone. I punch the inside of the crate in frustration, then I punch it again. My knuckles flare up in agony but I don’t care, I fucking punch it again and again, chipping away at the skin.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I have no spirit or fight to even make a noise, I’m just completely and utterly broken, stuck inside this dark and tiny crate with limited air. Normally I’d scream bloody murder, I’d try and tear this fucking crate apart just with my voice. But I can’t.. I’m lost in a world of sorrow. My heart has stopped beating, it did the moment I knew Jeff would die in the fire. I’m a shell now, a shell of human skin. There’s nothing inside anymore. Footsteps approach and the lid rises, bathing me in light and blinding me. I stare up at the metal ceiling, some sort of plane or something. I don’t care. Tears blur my vision anyway. He’s standing above me. I won’t even bless him with a name, and he mocks me. He wants me to scream and shout, cry and yell. Oh no, not today. Not as long as I’m here with you. These lips stopped talking the moment you killed my love. I have nothing to speak for, nothing to plead for. The only noises you’ll hear from me are the gags on your vile cock and the groans from your torture. Beyond that, I’m giving you nothing. Do what you want with me, beat me to a pulp and spill your disgusting seed inside me.. but I will drive you fucking crazy with my silence. This new toy of yours is broken, and he doesn’t work the way you want him to. You mark my fucking words, Derek. I don’t even look at him, I just stare in a trance at the ceiling, waiting to return to darkness. But my Jeff.. my beautiful, perfect Jeff. The one person that supported me, loved me and cared for me. The one person I never thought I’d find in life. The one person I ever needed in my life. Gone. With any luck Derek will beat me so bad I’ll bleed to death, and be free of this pain. Be with him again. Love him, thank him, smother him with my entire being. Do your fucking worst, Derek. There’s nothing for you to break anymore.

Published: 2021-04-01, viewed 48 times.