Interlude I: Dirty Little Secret

Two days prior…

Sebastian Smythe sat the far end of the noisy bar, watching the crowd and taking a small sip of the same drink he’d been nursing now for over an hour.  People assumed all the time that spy work was exciting.  It had certainly sounded exciting when, fresh out of school, he’d signed up.  The reality was much duller.

He’d been quite miffed, to say the least, when he’d returned to The Olde World after a month long mission only to be sent back out again immediately.  It seemed a certain somebody had managed to run from prison, but somehow failed to properly execute the escape.  Just like Anderson, too, always stirring up trouble.  Sebastian had spent years trying to lay him, damned little tease, and Blaine had resisted him at every turn.  And now he was MIA.

If he was honest with himself, the opportunity to chase Anderson’s tail would have thrilled him to no end had it not been for the circumstances.  Apparently, Blaine had managed to meet his soulmate, and in prison no less.  Hummel, he thought the name was.  Useless bitch, still holed up in bed while Sebastian was sent off to track down his puppy.  Now he had even less chance of laying Anderson’s fine ass.  He had less of a chance of laying anyone’s ass, now that he was stuck over here again where it wasn’t safe.  His eyes scanned the room, taking in the bar’s varied patrons.  Not that any of these people were worth it.

He took another long drag from the bottle in his hand, finally finishing it off, and was about to call it a night when a couple government lapdogs caught his eye.  One of them, a tall, burly man about his age, looked vaguely familiar to him.  Sebastian thought hard, his mind in overdrive for a minute until he placed the man.  The uniform, the distinct patches sewed onto his jacket… this man worked for the Head of Security.

“… just about to beat the little shit up, when she changes her mind!  Now she’s got the faggot put up in a fancy room like some kind of prince!”

“Maybe she thinks he’ll be worth something,” the beefy black man next to him said more calmly.

“Naw,” burly answered, taking a swig of his beer.  “He’s useless, Azimio.  It’s gotta be something else.”  His words were slurring a little, and Sebastian could see the sweat beading on his forehead from several feet away.

“Could be she wants him for a good fuck,” his friend tried to reason.

“I know her type, I went to school with her.  She’ll do almost anyone, really, but Anderson’s too scrawny.   And she hates curly hair.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raised just little upon hearing the name, and he leaned forward in his seat.

“I dunno, Dave, you’ll just have to let it go, I guess.  It’s not like it used to be before you got promoted, you gotta keep it clean now.”

“I know that,” Dave growled back.  “It doesn’t keep me from wanting to punch his smirky little face in!”  He slammed his bottle down on the counter, the sound making Sebastian jump—he’d expected it to shatter.

“Barkeep!” Dave called.

He yelled a few more times before a woman finally moseyed over, scowling at him and crossing her arms expectedly.

“I’ll have another beer,” he told her, not bothering to look her in the eye.

“No way, Karofsky, you’re already too far gone.”  She turned to Azimio, raising an eyebrow.  “Be a good friend, now, take this one home.”

With that, she stormed away, ignoring Dave’s angry shouts after her.

Sebastian sat frozen in his seat, hardly able to believe what he’d just heard.  There was no way.

Karofsky was standing now, Sebastian’s eyes following him in a daze.  He grabbed his jacket and hastily began to cut through the crowd.

“Where are you going?” Azimio demanded, standing and grabbing his friend by the arm.

Dave shoved him off.  “To take a piss,” he ground out.

Sebastian shook himself out of his stupor and got up to follow, mentally gathering himself as he went.  He soon lost Dave but it mattered little, he’d been here before and knew where the bathroom was.

He swung through the door without much thought.  Dave was standing at a urinal, finishing up from the looks of it, and Sebastian was pleased to see that he’d caught him alone.  The relief faded, however, when Dave turned to look at him, face full of a type of fury that most can only manage when truly drunk.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” he sneered, eyes roving over Sebastian’s body.  The expression in them changed momentarily—a flash of shock and something else Sebastian strongly suspected might be interest—before he resumed his look of rage.

Sebastian leaned further back against the doorframe, willing his trademark smirk to fall like a mask over his face.  “Nothing,” he answered nonchalantly.  “You’re really not much to look at.”

Dave’s expression darkened impossibly further.  “Don’t bullshit me.  You’re some type of creep, are you?   I’ll have you know I work for the government.  Stare at me like some kind of fucking homo, and I’ll arrest you for suspicious behavior.”

“Is that right?” Sebastian said, offering up a cocky smile.  “Maybe you should arrest yourself, then, because if the look on your face a moment ago was any indication, I’d say you liked it.”

Dave paused for a minute, color rising to his face that looked suspiciously like a blush.  Then, before Sebastian could fully register it, he was advancing, his glare right in Sebastian’s face and his arms like pillars on either side of his head.

“I’m not a fucking faggot!” he spit out, removing one arm to curl it into a fist.

Sebastian put his hands up in mock surrender.  “Hey, I don’t judge!  You don’t look the type, but it’s ok if you prefer receiving to giving…”

Dave let out a growl of frustration and pulled back, swinging his arm as if he were about to land a blow.  Sebastian cringed and closed his eyes, almost regretting his words.  He talked a great game, yeah, but he hated to get his face messed up.

The lips that were suddenly, frantically attacking his own came as a great surprise.

He decidedly didn’t like David Karofsky—this crass, sloppy hulk of a man before him—and he most certainly didn’t find him attractive.  Burly bear-cub types weren’t exactly his thing, because Sebastian Smythe had more class than that and could do much better for himself.  And he had, many times.  So why, exactly, he found himself sinking into this kiss, giving it back… well, that was an even greater mystery.

Dave had backed him up against the wall at some point, practically burying Sebastian under his much larger frame, pushing his hips eagerly, harshly into his own.  Sebastian’s hand crept down, forcing itself between their bodies to find and stroke Dave’s hardness before he could even think it.

Realizing what he had done a few moments later, he turned his head to the side, sucking in air as Dave’s lips moved to his neck and trying desperately to wrap his mind around this situation, to regain some kind of control or at the very least, equilibrium.

Of course, the best way Sebastian Smythe knew to control any man was with his dick.  It was a decision that had nothing to do with lust, he told himself firmly.

Smirking a little, he felt around with his hand until he came upon Dave’s zipper.  It wasn’t long before his hand found its way inside, weaving through layers to wrap solidly around slick, hot, hard flesh.

“Is that good,” he whispered a little mockingly into Dave’s ear as he slowly worked him up and down.

Dave grunted in response.  He had stopped slobbering on Sebastian’s neck and was now merely panting against it.

Chuckling a little, Sebastian made use of every trick he knew to bring Dave as close as possible, as quickly as possible.

Then he stopped.

Dave whined—actually whined—and immediately moved to rut up against him once more, but Sebastian was having none of it.  He wriggled a little and stepped to the side, watching with amusement as Dave tried to chase him with his hips, then slumped against the wall in frustration.

Calmly walking to the door, Sebastian checked to make sure it was locked.  Assured that it was, he spun back around to consider Dave once more.

“Would you like to get off?” he asked as sweetly as possible.

Dave didn’t answer, he was too busy fisting himself.  Sebastian reached out and quickly grabbed his wrist, halting his movement.  Dave looked up at him then, actually meeting his eyes, and Sebastian was pleased to read a bizarre mix of self-loathing and arousal, disgust and hope and desperation there.

Sebastian’s smile widened.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

Dave looked startled for only a moment before he dropped, as if he hadn’t meant to actually do it.  Sebastian wasted no time undoing his zipper and pulling free his cock, stroking it proudly in front of Dave’s face as he stared.

“Well,” he told the other man with a hint of impatience and condescendence.  “Don’t play dumb, you know what to do.”

Dave’s face flashed for a moment with what appeared be disgust, but he swallowed it down as he brought one hand forward to palm himself.  Sebastian noticed and kicked it away.  “If you do well, I’ll take care of you after.”  He paused.  “I’m not a patient man, Karofsky.”

To his relief, Dave was inching forward on his knees.  He traced Sebastian with his fingers tentatively before moving his face closer and carefully licking up the side. 

Sebastian tutted in his head as this continued for a while, until it became too much.  Grabbing the others man’s head, he forced Dave’s mouth over the tip of his cock, restraining himself from shoving fully down his throat.  “You’re going to have to do better than that,” he murmured by way of explanation.

Dave wasn’t completely stupid, apparently, and Sebastian relaxed his grip on his head as he began to suck.  “That’s better,” he offered, his fingers brushing through his hair before he realized what he was doing and let his hands fall away completely.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Sebastian began to gently thrust, pulling back a little when Dave sputtered the first time and then speeding up as he seemed to adjust to it.  This was so far from the best head he’d ever gotten, but a blowjob was a blowjob, and as usual, the coercion involved somehow made it hotter.

Dave’s technique was improving with time, he was sucking steadily now, licking around the head and taking Sebastian’s thrusts with ease.  Giving in to the growing need inside him, Sebastian pushed up harder, faster.  Dave seemed to be having some difficulty with this but Sebastian ignored it this time—better to just get it over with.

“God, that’s hot,” he said brokenly, watching Dave choke on his cock.  He grabbed onto the other man’s head, pulling at his hair harshly as he came down his throat, biting back the moan that would reveal too much about the pleasure he was feeling. 

He panted quietly against the wall for a few moments as he came down until he noticed Dave struggling a little to get away and pushed the other man off of him, zipping up his pants as Dave fell backwards and caught himself against the ground, coughing.  He looked positively wrecked, and Sebastian painted back on his smirk as he straightened his clothes.

Dave recovered quickly and was regarding him expectedly.  “You said after you would…”

Sebastian scoffed.  “I said if you were good, and certainly you’re aware that that was terrible.”

Dave gaped at him like a fish for a moment, which would have been amusing if it didn’t twist his features so unbecomingly, but his face was soon overtaken by anger.  “I don’t know what your game is…” he started, pulling himself up off of the floor and stumbling towards Sebastian.

“Woah!”  Sebastian said, quickly throwing his hands up as he did earlier.  “Lucky for you, I’m not the type to leave a man hanging.”

Stepping forward, he directed Dave to take the spot he himself had previously occupied against the wall, and once again reached into the man’s pants.  Dave slunk down a little as Sebastian worked him, panting into his shoulder.

“I heard you talking earlier, heard you say something about an Anderson.  Is there anything you want to tell me about that?”

“I…” Dave tried, clearly flustered.  “I can’t,” he managed to get out.

Sebastian slowed his hand to a crawl.  “That’s a shame, then, because it would be such a help,” he breathed into Dave’s ear.

Dave groaned, seeming to catch on to his predicament.  “What is it you want to know?”

Sebastian mouthed at his ear, pleased with himself.  “His name.  Where he’s at.  How he got there.”

“Fuck,” Dave said, breaking away a little from Sebastian to lean his head back against the wall.  “You can not repeat this.”

Sebastian smiled.  “My lips are sealed.”  As if in promise, his hand sped up once again.  “Tell me.”

Dave thrusted up into his fist, looking like he was thinking far too hard.  “Blaine Anderson.  They have him at the home of the Head of Security.  I brought him in today, after finding him yesterday passed out just outside the barrier.  Shit, faster!”

Obligingly, Sebastian sped up.  He could sense that the other man was getting close and struggled against the strange urge to watch his face.  Sex was just a means to an end, he reminded himself.  This was certainly no different.

Dave came over his hand with a loud sound somewhere between a groan and a wail, clutching at Sebastian’s shoulders as he did so.  As soon as his grip had slackened, Sebastian released him and turned away, busing himself with washing his hands at the sink.  When he turned back, Dave had yet to compose himself.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you,” Sebastian told him with a smirk, and headed for the door.

“Wait,” Dave called to him, and when Sebastian paused to consider Dave he noted the strained look on his face, as if stopping Sebastian pained him, but he couldn’t keep himself from it.  It was probably the truth.  “Can I have your name?  Please,” he added, an afterthought.

Giving in just a little to what he was feeling, Sebastian offered him a bitter smile.  “It’s probably best if you don’t,” he said quietly, then left through the door.

With the lives that they both led, revealing that they were soulmates would only be an unwelcome complication.