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Reprieve
Drabble #4
Title: Reprieve
Rating: 18+
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 785
Summary: He was their reprieve from their lives, their jobs…their missions. He was there to make sure they could keep a smidgen of their humanity. But most importantly, he was there to love Viper…because no one else would. (Using the prompt ‘Puppet’).
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Sawyer stacked and restacked the papers on his desk, fiddling with his computer, checking every surveillance machine in the room to make sure it was functioning properly. Because any error was scrutinized and treated with harsh punishment. And he couldn’t risk losing this post. He was doing something important here in Munich.
He was saving these men. Especially Viper.
A knock sounded and he whirled around in his office chair, smile lighting up his face as the man he was thinking about stepped into the room. He came around his desk and leaned against the edge, gesturing for his guest to take a seat.
Sawyer smiled sweetly as Viper came in, and he watched as slowly, but surely, the stoic stone mask fell from his face and the man relaxed in his seat. Sawyer grabbed Viper’s folder and a pen, keeping a smile on his face for their weekly check up.
“How are you feeling today Viper,” he said gently, knowing Viper more than the others preferred quiet sounds so he could relax.
“Like shit,” the man grumbled.
“Could you be more specific?”
“You know I just got back from an assignment, and you know I never feel decent afterwards.”
“I know. But I just want to know your symptoms, to see if there’s a pattern. If there is maybe there’s a way I can help.”
Viper looked uncomfortable, and Sawyer knew it was because of his genuine kindness and affection for him. All the others had the same reaction. But Viper was special. He was the youngest of the group, and he was also the boss’ number one. He went through more than anyone else did.
“I have the usual headache. I threw up five times last night. I didn’t sleep. And I can’t eat anything sweet right now, it makes me nauseous,” Viper whispered, looking away from him.
Sawyer nodded and wrote everything down, before grabbing his equipment to test blood pressure and other vitals. It was a routine he performed with all of them once a week, checking their health, most importantly their mental health.
When he was finished he closed the folder and placed it with the rest in a file cabinet. He returned to Viper who was now standing by a window on the far side of the room. This was when the difference in his relationship with Viper compared to the others came to light.
He walked up, curling his smaller body around Viper, hugging him tight. The man turned in his arms and he looked up, smile still firmly in place as he gazed at his lover. Viper kissed him then, slow and passionate, clutching Sawyer close to his strong chest.
“How long will you be here,” he asked, voice a breathy moan as Viper pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to suck on his neck.
“Two weeks. Then I have another assignment,” Viper whispered against his skin.
“So soon,” he said, voice falling in sadness. They never had enough time together.
“Swift says I’m the only one who can do the next job.”
“That’s bullshit,” Sawyer said fiercely, taking a step back and looking at Viper with fiery eyes. “I hate the way he treats you. Like some puppet to be used and then disposed of. Any of his men can take the job.”
“He says it has to be me.”
“He’s wrong. Swift is using you too much. Just because you were hand picked and molded by him, doesn’t mean he has the right to abuse you.”
“Do not say such things.”
“I have to Viper. I’m worried about you. I’m worried I’m going to lose you because that bastard will break you.”
Viper said nothing to his statement, just leaning forward and silencing Sawyer with a kiss. He did not complain anymore after that. They had the same argument every time they saw one another and it always ended up the same.
With the subject being dropped and the two of them moving on to make love with frenzied intensity, acting like it would be their last time together.
And they never knew when it would be. Because they both knew that Viper was used more than any other agent. But he was still human. And one day the strings that kept Viper wound tight, but intact, would snap and he would be lost to the chaos of his abused mind.
Sawyer never wanted that day to come.
So he clutched Viper close to him as he was fucked into his desk, kissing and marking every available inch of the man’s skin, hoping that his love would be enough to keep his beautiful Viper from being consumed by the CIA’s secret renegade assassination crew.
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AN: I have expanded this on as well, but I want to add some more before posting, this is the one I think could possibly turn into a larger story, much more than the reincarnation one before. There’s a lot of potential with this plot. Oh and inspiration for this came from the sexy hunk o’ man Matt Damon and his role in the Bourne Movies (some of my all time fave movies)
Title: Reprieve
Rating: 18+
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 785
Summary: He was their reprieve from their lives, their jobs…their missions. He was there to make sure they could keep a smidgen of their humanity. But most importantly, he was there to love Viper…because no one else would. (Using the prompt ‘Puppet’).
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Sawyer stacked and restacked the papers on his desk, fiddling with his computer, checking every surveillance machine in the room to make sure it was functioning properly. Because any error was scrutinized and treated with harsh punishment. And he couldn’t risk losing this post. He was doing something important here in Munich.
He was saving these men. Especially Viper.
A knock sounded and he whirled around in his office chair, smile lighting up his face as the man he was thinking about stepped into the room. He came around his desk and leaned against the edge, gesturing for his guest to take a seat.
Sawyer smiled sweetly as Viper came in, and he watched as slowly, but surely, the stoic stone mask fell from his face and the man relaxed in his seat. Sawyer grabbed Viper’s folder and a pen, keeping a smile on his face for their weekly check up.
“How are you feeling today Viper,” he said gently, knowing Viper more than the others preferred quiet sounds so he could relax.
“Like shit,” the man grumbled.
“Could you be more specific?”
“You know I just got back from an assignment, and you know I never feel decent afterwards.”
“I know. But I just want to know your symptoms, to see if there’s a pattern. If there is maybe there’s a way I can help.”
Viper looked uncomfortable, and Sawyer knew it was because of his genuine kindness and affection for him. All the others had the same reaction. But Viper was special. He was the youngest of the group, and he was also the boss’ number one. He went through more than anyone else did.
“I have the usual headache. I threw up five times last night. I didn’t sleep. And I can’t eat anything sweet right now, it makes me nauseous,” Viper whispered, looking away from him.
Sawyer nodded and wrote everything down, before grabbing his equipment to test blood pressure and other vitals. It was a routine he performed with all of them once a week, checking their health, most importantly their mental health.
When he was finished he closed the folder and placed it with the rest in a file cabinet. He returned to Viper who was now standing by a window on the far side of the room. This was when the difference in his relationship with Viper compared to the others came to light.
He walked up, curling his smaller body around Viper, hugging him tight. The man turned in his arms and he looked up, smile still firmly in place as he gazed at his lover. Viper kissed him then, slow and passionate, clutching Sawyer close to his strong chest.
“How long will you be here,” he asked, voice a breathy moan as Viper pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to suck on his neck.
“Two weeks. Then I have another assignment,” Viper whispered against his skin.
“So soon,” he said, voice falling in sadness. They never had enough time together.
“Swift says I’m the only one who can do the next job.”
“That’s bullshit,” Sawyer said fiercely, taking a step back and looking at Viper with fiery eyes. “I hate the way he treats you. Like some puppet to be used and then disposed of. Any of his men can take the job.”
“He says it has to be me.”
“He’s wrong. Swift is using you too much. Just because you were hand picked and molded by him, doesn’t mean he has the right to abuse you.”
“Do not say such things.”
“I have to Viper. I’m worried about you. I’m worried I’m going to lose you because that bastard will break you.”
Viper said nothing to his statement, just leaning forward and silencing Sawyer with a kiss. He did not complain anymore after that. They had the same argument every time they saw one another and it always ended up the same.
With the subject being dropped and the two of them moving on to make love with frenzied intensity, acting like it would be their last time together.
And they never knew when it would be. Because they both knew that Viper was used more than any other agent. But he was still human. And one day the strings that kept Viper wound tight, but intact, would snap and he would be lost to the chaos of his abused mind.
Sawyer never wanted that day to come.
So he clutched Viper close to him as he was fucked into his desk, kissing and marking every available inch of the man’s skin, hoping that his love would be enough to keep his beautiful Viper from being consumed by the CIA’s secret renegade assassination crew.
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AN: I have expanded this on as well, but I want to add some more before posting, this is the one I think could possibly turn into a larger story, much more than the reincarnation one before. There’s a lot of potential with this plot. Oh and inspiration for this came from the sexy hunk o’ man Matt Damon and his role in the Bourne Movies (some of my all time fave movies)