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Agent Alex Casey was furious. He walked down the hall with the Director by his side, the man seeming small in the face of his Head of Security’s silent anger. Agent Casey kept his face neutral, but it was clear by how everyone moved out of his way that they knew better. They knew the Director, caretaker of the Oldest House, was in trouble.
Or as Jesse and Dylan liked to call it: dad and dad are fighting. Little shits.
He led them to the Director’s office, nodding curtly to the secretary out front. He knew they’d clear Wake’s schedule so he couldn’t get out of this one. They passed through the doors, Casey holding one open so the man could pass inside. He shut and locked it behind them. He could tell Alan was still gathering his words, “Alex…I-“ “Don’t talk right now. Go sit at your desk.” The agent promptly shut him down, hoping the fury in his face was enough of a warning not to try again. The Director’s eyes widened before he nodded and did as he was told.
Alex sighed, letting some of the tension out of his body before turning back to face his boss. “Just what in the fuck were you even thinking, Wake?!”
So much for letting out tension.
Alan had the good sense to look apologetic, his blue eyes meeting Casey’s. “I know I’m sorry, Casey, but I couldn’t let the kids go on their own!” He shot back, his spine straightening. “Nope, you don’t get to argue back with me right now. How am I supposed to do my job when you insist on running face first into shit?” the agent replied, moving towards the desk, “we needed a plan goddamnit, just look at you, that could’ve been way fucking worse!” Alex gestured to the man’s frame, cataloging each cut and blossoming bruise, specifically eyeing the stark white wrap on the Director’s left thigh. “A few more centimeters to the left and we would’ve had to wait for your fucking gun to tell us who the new director would be!”
He watched as the Director backed down, understanding he wouldn’t get anywhere without this lecture. Alex took a deep breath in and out, crossing his arms in front of his chest and rubbing at his temple. As quickly as it rose, his anger dissipated. Another breath, another sigh.
“I need you to remember to let me handle shit first before you run in guns blazing,” he said, quieter now that he was calmer, “you almost made me choose, you or the kids.” His last word was soft, his voice breaking slightly.
A rogue altered item had started turning the Panopticon into a whirlpool of metal. In an effort to calm it, Jesse and Dylan dove in head first. Wake had gone after them, forcing Casey to follow. Amidst the chaos of spiraling steel, he could barely make out the shape of the Fadens reaching for the thing. Alan had been just a few seconds too slow to notice the steel pipe hurdling towards him. Casey would've had to choose: either protect the kids or get Wake to safety. Thankfully, Alan managed to type quickly in the air and leap himself forward through space, but not before the pipe’s sharp edge sliced through his thigh. Casey was able to get the kids secure while they cleansed the item, the tornado around them disappearing and beams shuffling back into place.
He verified the Fadens were alright before going to his boss, hauling him upright, and practically dragging him on a shoulder to the medical wing. He had just enough wherewithal and patience for a doctor to check over and wrap his leg before the agent swiped some gauze, bandages, and wipes from a tray, marching the Director upstairs.
Alex took another breath, moving to stand in front of Wake to set down his supplies before turning to sit on the desk, one leg dangling. He turned the Director in his chair to face him, holding out a hand and waiting for the man to see it. Alan’s gaze was still in his lap, but he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the nicks in his skin, placing his arm in Casey’s grasp. Slowly and methodically, the agent cleaned each wound before closing it with a bandage. He did the same with Wake’s other arm before moving on to inspect a cut on his neck.
He didn’t think anything of the way he was touching the Director, carefully shifting the other man’s head to look up to the ceiling as he cleaned some blood off, deciding that the cut was too shallow to need a bandaid. He tilted Wake’s head forward, bringing his inspection to the man’s face. He could feel Alan attempting to make eye contact and he ignored it. There was only one cut above his eyebrow that looked fairly deep, no major nicks anywhere else.
The agent brought up another wipe, holding Alan’s face with one hand as he dabbed at the cut. “I’m sorry, Alex…” he felt Wake’s apology vibrate against his hand. Another deep breath. “I know, I know you are,” he started, picking up a bandaid, “and I can’t be too mad at you. I know you care about them, hell if I had your abilities maybe I would’ve done the same thing.” He placed the bandage gently on Wake’s forehead, “Just please, give me some type of heads up next time?” Alan nodded minutely so he didn’t disturb Casey’s work. The agent finished and removed his hands from Alan’s face. “And…don’t ever put me in that position again.”
He had been terrified. He may call them punk-ass kids most days, but he genuinely cared about them. Their antics, especially when aimed at Dr. Darling, made him smile. He wished he could carry their free-spirited nature with him everywhere. And to have to choose, between saving them or saving Alan in that situation? He didn't want to let his brain run wild with the what-ifs.
This time, Alan brought his hand up to cup Casey’s face, his thumb gently rubbing against Alex’s cheekbone. “I’m sorry…you’re right, I should’ve waited.” he murmured, blue eyes studying the Head of Security. Alex nodded, pressing his face into the hand caressing it.
He knew it was stupid to get so attached to the Director of the FBC. To be one of his chosen few that he worked with closely. But it was times like this where he wanted to just give in to the gentle care Alan had shown him. Sometimes he wondered if that was a lingering effect of the books Alan wrote, unknowingly peeking into a real person’s life.
The agent gave up trying to find the strength to push away, to go back to his own office and complete the reports necessary after this event. He was tired of dancing with Wake around what felt like more than just friendly banter and a close working relationship. He let his eyes slide closed and he turned to press a kiss into Alan’s palm, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the responding small gasp.
Another breath, another nuzzle into the warm touch, before he blinked his eyes open again. Alan’s lips were still parted in surprise, his eyes pulling Casey’s attention all on him. Slowly, Alex leaned in, giving the other man time to back away if he misread the signs.
When Alan’s eyes fluttered closed and accepted the kiss, Alex thought his heart may beat out of his chest. The press of soft lips against his, shy and questioning emboldened him, pressing back harder for a proper kiss. He couldn’t help but smirk at Alan’s squeak of surprise before melting into him, continuing to deepen their kiss. They paused for air, foreheads leaning against each other. Alex’s hand had come up at some point to keep Alan’s in place on his cheek.
“I promise, I won’t put you in that position again,” Wake breathed, eyes closed as they caught their breath. The agent hummed in affirmation, before quietly admitting, “I care about you too much, Alan. It makes it very difficult for me to do my job.” The other man chuckled in their shared space, darting a quick peck to Alex’s lips. He chased the man back, capturing his mouth again to continue where they left off.
He wasn’t sure who started it, but their kisses turned into wandering hands exploring where they could rest on each other's bodies. One of Alex’s wound up in Alan’s hair, the other on his shoulder to pull him in closer. Wake's long fingers were wrapped around Casey’s waist.
Alan suddenly stood, towering over the agent and pushing him back against the edge of the desk with his right thigh slotted between his legs. Alex barely kept himself from grinding against it, feeling a surge of wetness pooling in his briefs with each touch.. Being pinned in place had a whine escaping his throat without his permission.
The noise must’ve sparked something in the Director. He was more insistent, grasping at Alex’s dress shirt around his waist and untucking it from his pants. He ran his hands up Casey’s bare torso, gently caressing the silvery scars under his pecs with his thumbs. Casey mirrored his movements, fingers coming up to deftly unbutton Wake’s shirt and sliding under to feel his skin. Alan struggled to focus briefly which made Casey grin, before his own shirt was pushed off his shoulders and Alan gripped his waist tighter. He allowed himself to rock his hips against Alan’s leg before stilling, remembering the bandaging on the left one.
“As much as I want you to fuck me right now,” he gasped between kisses, “I don’t want to hurt you.” Alan growled against his mouth and nipped at his bottom lip before responding, “I’m not made of glass.” The other man shoved his thigh further against Alex’s throbbing cunt and started a slow grind that made the agent whimper and gasp in pleasure. “Wake…please let - fuck- let me take care of you…” he managed to get out. Alan growled again but acquiesced, allowing Alex to sit him back in the leather chair before dropping to his knees.
Careful to avoid the wrapped left thigh, Alex unbuttoned and slid down Alan’s slacks to reveal gray briefs, darkening with precum where his erection was trapped. His mouth watered at the sight of the other man like this, panting, flushed, and hard just for him. He used the wheeled chair to his advantage and slowly pulled the Director closer, kissing up his good thigh as he went. Glancing up he saw Alan biting his lips, trying to keep the small gasps in. Determined to hear him, Alex mouthed over his dick through his briefs, shuddering at the keening whine Alan couldn’t keep back.
It’s a good thing the office had thick walls and heavy doors.
He watched Wake through his lashes, repeating the movement before hooking his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and sliding them down. As many times as he fantasized about sucking off the Director in this office, they paled in comparison to the real thing. He grasped the cock standing proudly in front of him and placed small kisses along the length, licking as he went.
There was something powerful to Alex as he saw the Director like this. Brought to a whimpering and shaking mess by his Head of Security; it had Casey’s head spinning. Unwilling to tease any further, he wrapped his lips around the tip of Alan’s dick, tonguing the slit before swirling it around the glans. He made eye contact with the man before sliding down the length until his cock was nearly in his throat. Alan’s head threw back with a cry, his hands flying to Alex’s hair and twitching, trying hard not to push him further down. The agent pulled back up, sucking hard and ripping another moan out from Alan’s chest.
It had been awhile since Alex sucked someone off, but he never forgot the power trip it gave him. He loved taking people apart with something so simple. He kept a slow pace, determined to get all of Alan’s length stuffed down his throat. “Alex…Alex fuck you feel so good…more please …” God, Alan's begging became his new favorite sound.
Then Alan’s fingers gripped his hair and pulled tight, a moan vibrating around the cock in his mouth. He paused, feeling the bit of power slip away as he shuddered. He pulled off Alan’s length and looked up, a hand taking over to stroke him. “If I need a break, I’ll tap your leg twice, got it?” he rasped out. The Director looked vaguely confused before realizing where his hands had landed, nodding and guiding him back down. “Yes, yes just please don’t stop .”
Taking a deep breath, Casey slid his mouth back down Wake’s dick, pushing past any gag reflex he may have to bury his nose into the soft curls at the base, Wake’s balls at his chin. He gave one last teasing lick, knowing full well he wouldn’t get a chance to after, and swallowed around the length. With a moan so low he felt it in his chest, Alan gripped Casey’s hair and tugged, guiding his head faster around him.
Alex let go of all pretense and let his moans and whines bubble up, losing himself to the feeling. He may enjoy the power trip of making someone writhe in pleasure, but he equally loved being their toy, his body available for their pleasure alone. Wake kept a firm grip on his head, so he focused on breathing as best he could, desperate to make the man come undone. One of his own hands snuck down under his waistband, cupping his cunt and rocking into it at the same pace Alan set. He was soaked through, his fingers sliding with ease around his clit and teasing into his entrance.
“Christ Alex, you like this don’t you?” Alan asked between gasps, “You like being used, just a mouth to fuck...” He nodded as best he could, eyes watering with each punch of the cock down his throat. He would deny the accusation later but for now, he was in a heady state, following whatever Alan wanted without complaint. The man above him cursed, eyes never leaving Casey’s as he got closer to the edge.
The spurts of precum were lingering on Alex’s tongue and he needed this man to fall apart, determined to taste more of him. Alan’s hands shoved him fully down his length, holding him in place and grinding up into his mouth instead. Casey’s responding moan must’ve done him in, as Alan gasped out little hitching breaths before wailing, his cum flooding his mouth. Alex did his best to swallow every drop, making sure nothing was wasted. His own hips twitched against his fingers, getting so close himself but it wasn’t enough.
He was forcefully tugged off Alan’s cock, coughing a bit at the roughness. Wake pushed and pulled Casey to standing, yanking his hand out of his pants and shoving the slacks and briefs down in one go. He moved closer, kissing Alex’s lower belly and nipping at the jut of his hips, pushing him until he was leaning back against the Director’s desk. Alex didn’t notice until then that the man had thankfully used his abilities to slide the typewriter over. That would’ve hurt.
Without any lead up, Alan ducked his head down and sucked his swollen clit into his mouth, making the agent cry out. He found himself in the same position Wake was just in, hands gripping the long strands of hair on the other man’s head and pulling him closer. “Fuck I’m so close, please I need you…” he gasped out, jumping slightly when he felt Wake’s tongue push at his entrance. Two long fingers slid alongside it, pushing inside him and crooking just right as the Director sucked on his clit hard, forcing his orgasm out with a groan. His walls clenched tight around those digits, the brief thought of what it’d be like to take his cock instead. He whimpered at the image, grinding his cunt against Wake’s face until the aftershocks subsided. Alex pushed the head between his legs back when he got overstimulated, breathing heavily and fully collapsing on the desk.
He managed to lift his head just in time to see Alan’s cum soaked face and watch him lap up the slick on his fingers with delight. Alex’s body pulsed with want again, too tired to do much more. Perks of being in his early-fifties he supposed. The two men sat back and caught their breath, Alex’s foot hooked around Alan’s right calf.
Now what?
Alex looked to his boss, the Director of the FBC who was wiping his face off, no longer shiny with his slick. His brain conveniently had forgotten where they were and who he was with. In that moment, it was just Alex and Alan.
“Come here,” Alan murmured, helping to pull Casey into sitting and wheeling close to the desk. The other man pulled his face down, kissing him gently. They rested their foreheads against each other’s, blue eyes meeting blue. “I don’t know about you,” Alan said softly, “But I really hope this wasn’t a one-time thing.” All Casey could do was listen, the air of storytelling seeming to swirl around them as Alan spoke. “You have driven me insane, Alex. You’re not the only one who cares too much to do their job. I want you, I want whatever this is, if you do.”
Alex’s heart was going to tap out if all this sappy shit kept happening.
He simply nodded, still coming out of his post-climax haze. “Sorry, but I kind of need verbal confirmation here,” Alan said, a joke layered with actual anxiety, needing to hear Alex say it. Casey swallowed and cupped the other man’s cheeks with both hands, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I want this, I want you Alan. In whatever way you’ll have me.” he murmured against Wake’s lips. He felt the responding smile, echoing it with his own and kissing him again.
“The kids are never going to let us live this down, you know.” Alex said through his smile, the other man chuckling with him. “Yeah yeah, I’m sure they’ve made a bet with Darling already.” Alan said back. “Think we can get in on it? Split the pot?” he asked, unwilling to part from this moment. “Reach out to Saga, see if she can help us out.” came the response, the two men laughing at the ridiculousness of their livelihood.
Alex sighed into the small cocoon of warmth they had created. His ass was falling asleep on the desk but he didn’t care. This is where he wanted to be.