Dessert

_{Mezz Ramblings:  However, if the john complains about it, their boss is gonna be pissed.  And you don't want to piss off a boss who dabbles in poisons LOL. <3  Also, Inna is Kami's real name, and Kami is his work name - just so there's no confusion.}

Kami hung up the phone in the lobby and trotted back up the stairs to his room with a spring in his step. He missed his sister a lot, so talking to her was the highlight of his week. He padded over to his door and let himself in. Aleksei was sitting at his desk, pieces of his Glock arranged on a dirty-looking towel as he cleaned it. Aleksei smiled at his charge, who was grinning madly.



"Katya's doing well then?" he prompted, setting aside the gun oil and rag he'd been holding.



Kami plopped himself on Aleksei's lap like he was just another piece of furniture. HIS furniture. Alek slipped an arm around that thin waist.



"Mmhm. Tho Juliet has a bad cold."



"That's too bad." Aleksei ducked his head to nuzzle his nose behind Kami's stretched lobe. The stone felt warm as his skin. Kami giggled. "But I don't think that's why you're grinning like you'd tricked the devil out of his gold."



Kami shook his head, and the bodyguard had to pull his head back to keep from getting nailed in the nose.



"Katya promised to mail a box of apple pirozkhi to us!"



Aleksei had to laugh. The way to the boy's heart had always been through his stomach. Kami practically wiggled on his lap. That made him grab the boy by the hips to stop him before there was trouble. Kami had a client in an hour and he didn't need to go to them already smelling of rough wild hot sex. That usually soured their mood.



"Are you going to leave me some this time, Inna?"



"Maybe. If you're really good to me."



That teasing hand of his slips into the collar of the older man's shirt, and Aleksei decided the client would just have to deal with the inappropriate scents.

Fin.