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“Are you coming upstairs?”
Killian was standing there, right in front of his apartment building. Mike knew he usually stayed at Richard’s, and he had actually come here only a couple of times before.
He’d never been upstairs, but so many things had changed since then.
Mike had never even imagined he would be standing here, with Killian only a couple of meters in front of him, asking if he wanted to go upstairs with him.
Killian was his mate.
Yes, and Mike was having more and more difficulties ignoring the fact and doing his job.
And his job was investigating Killian. What was the bigger problem was he wasn’t supposed to only investigate Killian, but the leader of the whole criminal empire.
Richard.
Oh, and by the way, Richard was Killian’s lover, os naturally Killian was chosen to be his future successor.
So no, the right answer to the question asked was supposed to be “No, I am not coming upstairs with you. Have a good night Killian.” and all the what-not.
But Mike was usually not very good at giving the right answers.
That’s why he paused, right where he was standing and lingered only for a brief second before he decided.
Killian was watching him, silent when Mike took a step towards him and grabbed him.
Mike buried his hands in Killian’s hair, trying to control himself and be gentle. Killian’s hands closed around him as well and Mike felt like he was sinking. He was sinking in the feeling, the warmth, the kiss that was deepening. It was everything. And Mike wanted That everything, so he pushed his body slightly towards Killian’s until Killian's back reached the entrance door behind them. Mike’s hands closed around Killian more tightly and it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. And it was just a kiss. What if they…
No, not just a kiss.
This was Killian.
And he was everything. All of Mike’s senses were focused on Killian, the world blurring into something of a background noise, when he felt it again. The world coming to a pause, then to a halt.
Or more like, Mike smelled them.
There were people around, but those were not just the scents of pedestrians and random citizens walking around.
Mike paused, slowing down the kiss reluctantly. They were nearby, so Mike stopped, his hands dropping from where they’d been wrapped around Killian.
“Don’t move.”
Mike muttered against Killian’s lips and Killian froze immediately, as if that had been an order and he obeyed it immediately.
Mike smiled against Killian’s lips and moved his lips to trace a line of slow kisses down Killian’s neck.
He felt his mate shiver against the touch and Mike continued tracing circles on Killian’s skin.
It was amazing, even something so small as kissing Killian’s neck.
Because Killian was allowing him to. They didn’t have much time, though, as the people who were watching them were soon going to be very clore, perhaps just round the corner.
“Do you like this?” Mike asked and Killian made a very low sound which brought another smile to Mike’s face.
He was slowing down the kisses and realized this was how Killian liked it more.
Slower and gentle. It came as a surprise somehow, as Killian was always so cold and distant. Harsh. But Mike could be gentle. He wanted to be with Killian. Then Mike heard the footsteps of the pedestrians approaching and he stopped.
Mike took a step backwards, Killian still breathing shaky against him. Killian had closed his eyes and Mike paused, watching him with the moonlight reflected on his mate’s beautiful face.
Another stolen moment before he had to invite the reality back between them.
And the reality was someone was near, and most likely had been following them.
He couldn’t tell if it was one of Richard’s bodyguards- most likely it was, but he knew one thing- someone had noticed Killian and Mike had gotten closer, or if “closer” wasn’t exactly true, they had crossed the “no touching’ line and rule. The people following them were gone, but it had been a close call.
Mike glanced around- they hadn’t seen them at least, but he had no time left with his mate.
Killian opened his eyes and frowned.
“What is it?”
“I need to go?”
“To go?”
“Uh...yes. I’d better go, Killian. “
“Why?”
He looked so beautiful, and open and vulnerable that Mike resisted the urge to lift his hand and run it gently over Killian’s face.
“Someone is here, right?”
Killian asked, quietly and Mike nodded.
And it wasn’t someone who was sent to hurt Killian, they both knew someone was sent to follow Killian.
“Of course. “
Killian looked away and shook his head.
“I guess you are leaving, then?”
he asked and Mike nodded.
“Thank you for walking around with me. “
“I owed you. “
“What for?”
“The gift. “ Kilian smiled.
“So you got it?”
“Yes?”
Mike took another retreating step and crossed his arms.
“Is this what the coming over to my home was for? The gift? You wouldn’t want to go out with me otherwise. “
He was joking, and Killian laughed with him too.
“Next time you choose what we do, then. “
“Next time we’re sitting in a room full of Garrey’s men and they’ll be discussing deals and gangs, and all I’ll be thinking of is…”
You…
Mike was going to say “ I will be thinking only of you” but this was insane, that’s why he immediately stopped himself when Killian watched him, surprised.
“What?” Killian asked, “What are you thinking of?”
Mike waved a hand, “That…well, they’ll give me another shitty job to do, that's all. So I don’t know when “next time” will be. “
“Right, “ Killian nodded and made towards the entrance of the building.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. “Killian said and Mike smiled.
“See you tomorrow. “
Killian was just about to turn his back on him, when Mike closed the distance between them and took Killian’s hand in his.
“What are you doing?”
Killian whispered and he watched Mike take Killian’s hand in his, bend forward and kiss the inside of Killian’s palm.
Mike smiled against his skin and retreated.
“See you tomorrow Killian. “
Then he turned his back on Killian and got in his car, disappearing in the darkness.
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Killian stood there at the entrance until Mike disappeared. He clenched his hand and put it in the pocket of his coat. Burying it deep, as if he didn’t want to look at the place Mike had touched him with his lips. It was starting to get cold, the morning chill penetrating through his body, and Killian took a deep breath before he went inside. He took the elevator to his apartment, not turning on the lights. Killian didn’t need to as he knew his place by heart. He opened the door and hesitated before turning on the lights in there and after a while, he closed the door and leaned against it. Killian eventually turned the lights on, took off his jacket and headed towards the kitchen. “Whisky or vodka? “He said, opening the liquor cabinet. “Isn’t it a bit early for that. “ The voice came from his living room. “It’s a bit too late if you ask me. “ Killian said as he picked up a bottle of wine and glanced around for a crystal glass. “You’ re just getting old.”Killian said and Gar
15 years ago“Hey!” The man shouted and dropped the rest of his bags, dashing right after the boy. “Hey, you little shit, come back here!” The market was crowded, tens, maybe hundreds of people were walking around, some in a hurry, others chatting in the middle of the street, carrying bags full of tomatoes, meat and all kinds of things you could buy in this run down part of London in the China town part which wasn’t for the tourists. “Hey! Someone grab this brat, he stole my wallet!” The man kept shouting, but no one really paid attention. Stealing happened all the time here. No one cared. “Hey! Get back here or I’ll call the police!”It was a desperate attempt from the man to threaten the boy with the police, because what were they going to do about him?Judging by the ripped clothes and dirty, bare feet he didn’t have any parents, and lived on the street. Or if he did have any parents, he didn’t really have a mother who made cookies and served dinner every night. The man yel
“Hey boss, it’s me. “ Mike said and the man greeted in return form the other side of the line. “Agent Scott, it’s been a while. How is the investigation going? I received the report, you’ve gotten quite close to them quickly. Good job. I heard Paris and all that. “His boss was always saying ten things in one sentence. It was good, they didn’t have much time for idle chit- chat. “Thank you, Sir. Yes. “Mike said, “ How did you know? About France, I mean, I don’t remember reporting… “Mike asked, although he knew the Bureau had eyes everywhere. Literally. “Flynn told me. ““Flynn…Right. “Mike said, remembering what Jesse had told him. A few weeks ago Jesse had said he had heard Richard and Flynn talk about him. But then Flynn had called him, saying Mike should never trust Jesse. It was a mind - game, the kind of game people rarely got out of alive, unfortunately. The only question was- who was lying. “What do you have for me?” Mike asked, hearing some rustling on the other side o
Mike’s entire world tilted. He was imagining things. Killian couldn’t be there. He had thought he wasn't that drunk, maybe he had been wrong and had ... No, no. Mike thought. I am fine. Killian was there. He knew it because his wolf knew it too. His mate was standing there, across the street Mike sobered up instantly once he realized it. They were only a few meters apart, waiting for the other to make the first step. It was Killian who did it. Killian walked over to where Mike was standing and came to stand in front of him. “Killian, what…” Mike began, but Killian interrupted him. “This can’t happen. Never again.” Mike nodded, confused. “Okay.” “We shouldn’t be meeting, not like this. You are my bodyguard and that remains. But that's all. There can't be anythign else happening between us. I can’t come to your apartment or you to mine. “ Then Killian looked up at Mike. “Never”. His eyes were so dark, almost black in the night. Some of the people in the bar were sti
He led Killian to the bedroom. The lights in the room were off and the window was facing a dark corner of the street, so everything was enveloped in darkness besides the light the few ads from the outside were reflecting. They were standing opposite each other. Killian was silent as Mike lifted his hand and buried it deep in Killian’ s hair. Then Mike leaned in and kissed him very slowly. His lips moved lower reaching the neckline of Killian’s shirt. “Can I?” Mike asked, whispering against his mate’s skin and Killian looked surprised, but then he nodded. Mike took Killian’s shirt off slowly , then threw the cloth away and ran his hand very slowly over Killian’s shoulders, over his collarbone, then lower to his stomach. He had thought of this for so long he had forgotten when it had all started. Most likely the moment he met Killian. He’d wanted him since then. He felt Killian shiver as he kept running his fingers lower until they reached Killian’s waistline. Mike kissed his ne
“I told you to scram. “ “But I can be of help. “ “You?” I snort as I pick up my pace, “What would a dirty stray cat be of help to me. “ “I can… I can do anything. “ I glanced at him and he smiled. The boy was so pretty and it was something I had noticed even from the first time I met him- that time when he had stollen someone's wallet. "Why do I keep seeing you?" "Because you know I will be of use to you and you'll eventually pick me up. " "No chance. " I keep walking, not talking to him, but he still doesn't leave. “How old are you. “ “Eighteen “ “Yeah, right. “ “I have no reason to lie to you. “ “Boy, you have all the reasons to lie to me. Besides, don’t you see I’m cop?” This time he snortned. It kind of pissed me off. “What’s so funny about this?” “You walking around telling everyone you’re a cop, while you’re working for the gang. “ I glanced around quickly and th next thing I did was grab by the arm and lead him to the nearest corner. We took the firs
After the shower Mike shaved and got dressed. He changed his shirt twice and finally went with a plain black one. He had a coffee. Then another. The weather was bad and it was going to rain. Mike was trying not to check his phone. And he didn't. Eventually one of the guys called and said he’d pick him up because he was passing by. During the ride the guy must have spoken to Mike and most likely Mike had replied. Maybe they had listened to some music, maybe they hadn't. He had no idea. Because all of that was just background noice. He arrived at the manor and Jesse greeted him at the entrance. He was as livery as ever. They were informed they would be guarding an event tonight at one of the manors. The guys finished what they had for the morning and before he knw it, it was late afternoon. They went for lunch. Jesse sat next to him at the table, talking about everything and nothing. He was halfway telling Mike a story when he realized Jesse was asking him a question. “Uh, yeah.
The gala had started. Michael was occasionally glancing at Killian who was talking to the same old, rich people who always attended those gatherings. Some of the guests were new faces, others were actually really young but still that rich. “How’s it going?” Jesse came to stand next to him, as they were staying to the sides, being invisible to the guests. “Not much. You?” Then Jesse gave him an up and down look. “What?” Mike asked. “You smile too much. “ then his partner’s eyes fell on the perfectly made tie Make was wearing. And he gasped. “You fucking idiot.” He grabbed Michael by the forearm and clenched his hand around him. “What are you doing?” Mike asked and Jesse hissed at him. “Because of my tie?” “Not because of the stupid tie. You smell like him. Are you crazy? Why were you close to the boss?” “I am his bodyguard. “ Jesse groaned. “And now you lie to me?” “I am not.” “Of course you are.” Jesse was pissed. Rightfully so. “Nothing happened. “
Killian The night is warm and I inhale the August air deeply. Summers are rarely this warm in the UK, but the suburbs of London are sometimes an exception. We have been here for a few months now since we came back and I feel like it’s been only a few days. The moon is bright above the woods and the only light around is coming from it. The huge full moon, handing on the dark sky. Besides that, I don’t see anything. Not even stars. I glance around. “Mike?” I call, but I still don’t hear anything. I start walking, my feet threading on branches when I hear a snap and I pause, looking around. “I told you I wanted to see you “ I call in the quiet of the night. He is still nowhere near. “Very funny, “ I say, out loud. “Fine, then. I am leaving. You can play tricks on me all night if you want, or run wherever. Just make sure you come back before five. “ Still silence. I exhale, disappointed. “Or whenever you decide to. “ I came to the woods looking for him. Mike comes hu
Michael “Did you see the bears? Please, Killian, come. “ Ashley grabbed Killian by the hand and dragged him to the cage of the bear. Michal was watching them as his niece dragged Killian around and kept talking excitedly. Once they were in front of the cage, Killian lifted her so that she could see the animals better. The weather was nicer than usual for this time of the year and they had decided to spend it in the zoo. They were meeting Jesse and Edward later. And tomorrow, they were all leaving. “She loves him, “ Cat said as they watched Ashley take Killian to another cage. “He is just very patient and listens to her stories. “ Mike smiled. “Hey. I’m sorry Liam couldn’t get home. “ “It’s fine, “ his sister waved a dismissive hand, “He has been spending a lot of time on the job recently. “ “It’s one of those jobs, you know. “Mike said, kicking a small stone off the ground. His sister was silent and he followed her eyes. She was looking at Killian. “I understand why
Michael Killian was kissing him. Mike closed his arms around his mate and they both went into the room, fumbling with the keys and everything on their way. They didn't have the time to turn the lights on, Mike wasn’t letting go of Killian even for a second. “Wait “ Kilian breathed against his lips. “It’s a mistake. You were right. I have no right to come and…. It's the adrenaline. ““You always talk more when you are nervous. “ Mike leaned in again but Killian pressed his palm on Mike’s chest lightly and Mike stopped. “What is it?”Mike asked when a bad feeling began creeping in. “Wait, no.. are you seeing someone?”Killian looked at him. Despite the darkness, Killian met his eyes. “Do you think I am seeing someone? ““I hope not. ““No. I am not. ““Then what is it?”“You were right. About what you said last time. “ “I said it because I… I missed you. And I was mad. I was mad because it took so long before I saw you again. ““Are you sure?”“Never been more sure. “ Mike trie
Michael The mischievous look on Killian’s face made him look even more attractive. Mike felt his wolf react to the proximity too. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Mike asked. “A few times. “ “Damn it, Killian. It’s dangerous. ““Not if you plan it. ““Still dangerous. ““Do you trust me?”Killian asked. Mike remembered that time in Paris when it had been him who’d asked that question and Killian had said yes. “I do, yes. “ “Okay. ““Okay. But I am coming with you. “ “No. “ Killian said evenly. “Yes. “ Everyone was watching them. Mike could only imagine how weird all of this looked to them, especially considering all of Mike’s new colleagues thought he and Killian had never met before. But neither of them spoke. “We can stay like this all day. “Mike said. “You aren’t going by yourself. “He was not changing his mind and Killian knew it. That’s why his mate pushed away from the table and said. “Fine. So, here's how we’ll do it. “ ***They were inside the huge ma
Michael “Michel says this colour is red. “Ashley said as she sat down at her drawing table and lifted her painting to show it to Killian. “Hm…”Killian sat on the carpet next to her. “He doesn’t know the colours. “ Killian said very seriously. “I know! And I know them all. “ Ashley declared, “And I can also count and read. ““Really? “ Kilian smiled. “How old are you?”“Almost five. “She said proudly. Mike sat on the sofa, still close to them. “But I know more things than Michael. ““I am sure you do. “ Killian laughed. “I don’t need two of you, okay? “ Mike muttered and leaned back against the soft cushions. “I don’t know how to draw the feathers. “Ashley admitted, frowning at her sheet. “Wait, let me show you. “Killian took one of her pencils and started drawing. Mike wasn't breathing. He sat up and watched Killian draw, Ashley was watching Killian as if he was a real prince. “You are staring at him the same way.” His wolf said and Mike closed his eyes. “Yeah.
Michael “Damn it.” He hissed and the blood trickled. Mike pushed the blade under the running water and looked up at himself in the mirror. The cut wasn’t that deep but it stung enough to be uncomfortable. Mike washed his face, tore some paper and pressed it to the cut. “Just perfect.” He muttered as he saw the scar on his chin was more obvious now that he didn’t have the beard. Mike had also cut his hair and changed into more presentable clothes- the only better clothes he had which weren’t huge hoodies and jeans. He pressed the paper one last time and threw it away when he checked the time. “Shit.” He washed, checked if everything was off and rushed toward the office. He made it almost on time. Almost because there was always so much traffic and making himself look presentable took longer than he’d expected. It had been a very long while since he’d last cared about how he looked. The moment he rushed upstairs to the office, he was washed over by a very powerful wave.
Michael It was quiet. It had been quiet all the time since Killian left. Since Mike left London. Mike didn’t hear his wolf anymore. It was like this part of him had left together with his mate and he could not reach out to it or retreat it back. Mike could shift, but at those times too, the silence remained. He’d also lost many of his senses. Not entirely of course, but it wasn’t the same. Mike heard the raised voices from inside the room as he approached but he couldn’t catch any specific scent. And he heard them as a human normally would hear them- once he was close enough, not really in any distinct way. Just murmuration behind closed doors. Mike wasn’t sure what he was anymore, but he was definitely not himself entirely. He pushed the door open and all his colleagues raised their heads from the papers they’d bent over on the table. “What’s up? “ He said and took his sunglasses off. The fact he’d lost part of his wolf also meant his hangovers sucked worse. The wint
Five years later Michael “Stop it, Mike. I'm serious. “ He heard Andy’s voice coming from somewhere to his right. The guy was still fighting and Mike grabbed him by the hair. The man was kneeling in front of him and Mike yanked him so hard he heard the guy’s neck snap. “No, no! Please, “ The man was crying, and Mike pulled him harder. He'd broken his leg earlier and assumed it must hurt pretty bad now that he was tossing him around. “I will ask you one last time.” Mike threatened, “ Where is the money? ““I don’t….”Mike took his gun out with his free hand, pressed it to the guy’s head and loaded it. “No! No! “ The man cried. “One…”“Okay. Okay. I will tell you. Just don’t kill me. ““Two…”Mike began counting. “Jesus, Mike. Don’t do it.…”Andy pleaded and Mike continued counting.“Th…”“It’s in the bank safe! “ the man yelled, “I swear -in the bank where the meeting was supposed to happen. It’s the whole sum, honestly! “Mike didn’t lower his gun. On the contrary- he presse
Jesseone month later“Fuck off!” “Why don’t you fuck off?”“What did you just say?”“What you heard. “Jesse pushed past him and someone caught him by the jacket. He pushed the guy away and headed out. “Do you hear that? Hm?” The man turned to the bigger guy who was supposedly their leader, “ Do you hear what that shithead said just now ?”“One of the guys pushed him and Jese staggered backwards. The past few days had been pretty bad. Meaning- he’d spent them drinking and picking up fights with random strangers in bars. One of the guys grabbed a beer bottle, hit it on the nearest table and the glass broke. He was still holding the glass by the neck when he turned the sharp edges towards Jesse. “Hey, you! Come back here!” “Shit. “ Jesse groaned realizing he was surrounded by three men. There was no way out. Unless. His eyes flashed in bright golden colour and the men paused. “What the hell?”One of the men exclaimed and Jesse's smile revealed a set of sharp fangs. He felt t