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Just Hold Me Part 1

Let Us Just Pretend

Bell/Adler if you squint

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Summary: After the events of Solovetsky, Bell has been overworking themselves, much to Adler's displeasure.

Jolting from their sleep-deprived daze, they blink blearily down at the papers in front of them. They knew the second they ceased to be useful, they would get a bullet to the head. It was this fact that pushed them to work tirelessly, hands cramping as they wrote, attempting to decipher Russian codes. They had to be good enough. Their life depended on it.

A steaming cup of tea was placed in front of them, and they glanced up at Adler, emotionless behind his signature shades. He was probably just waiting for an excuse to kill them, to tie up his last loose end in his hunt for Perseus.

They grunted in thanks, pulled out of their focus, only just now realizing how thirsty they were. The cups' warmth seeped into their hands, cold and slow to react because the safehouse had sub-par heating that was rarely enough to warm the building to a livable temperature. Truly, the CIA spared no expense.

Letting the steam warm their face they savored the soft herbal smell and the feeling of the warmth against their cheeks before downing the drink in a few gulps, eyes watering as it burned their mouth and down their throat. They could track the path it took through their body, feeling the heat spreading slowly through them. It was nice. Like a hug.

When was the last time they had been hugged?

Turning back to their work, again they buried themselves in the codes and ciphers, mind frantically searching for clues and connections. Adler hovered behind them, and they pretended not to feel his gaze on their back like a brand, silently and irrevocably marking them as his.

A few minutes after they had consumed the tea, they really began to feel tired, slumping forward before jolting back up, the letters and numbers on the page doubling and blurring as their eyes unfocused. Pinching the skin of their wrist between their fingers, they attempted to focus on their work again.

“Bell,” Adler’s voice rumbled from behind them, and they flinched.

Bloodshot unfocused eyes turned to look at him, swaying as they craned their neck to face him, blinking in the harsh fluorescent light of the safehouse.

He was much closer than they thought he was, only a few inches away from them, a hand on the back of their chair.

Blinking up at him, they huffed, “Yeah?” eyes threatening to close, despite not wanting them to. They still had work to do.

“You should get some rest, you haven’t slept more than three hours since we got back from Solovetsky.” he was right, they had returned from the islands over a week ago, but they needed to be useful.

“I’m fine.” they dismissed him, turning back towards their work. This had to be a test, somehow, some way.

“Like fuck you are,” Adler’s hand landed on their shoulder, solid and warm as he spun them around on the metal chair. They swayed, black dots swimming in their vision as they gripped the back of their seat for support.

“Fuck off,” they grumbled, swatting at his hand and missing completely. It stayed, squeezing their shoulder tighter in a once comforting grip.

“I’m giving you a lift back to the hotel, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but either way, you will be sleeping in a real bed tonight.” for someone supposedly attempting to take care of them, he sure made it sound like a threat.

They scoffed, “Wow it almost sounds like you care.”

“God damnit Bell,” he almost yelled, and they shrink back into themselves. Not noticing, or just not caring, Adler reached under their armpits and yanked them up, sending their chair clattering to the ground as they stood.

The quick ascension made their head spin and their knees buckled almost as soon as they put their weight down. Grappling for Adler, they wrapped their arms around his neck, the only thing keeping them from crashing to the floor was him.

“You call this fine, Bell? You can’t even stand by yourself.” he scoffed, wrapping an arm around their waist, and an arm around their shoulders, pulling them flush up against his warm solid chest.

Their chin landed hard on his shoulder and they inhaled the comforting scent of cigarettes and whatever cologne he used, his hair tickling their temple. As soon as the scent hit them, they relaxed in his arms. A Pavlovian response artificially implanted in their brain.

“I just need to–” they weakly pushed at his firm chest, but Adler cut them off, holding them still.

“What you need is to sleep.” His tone changed from one of annoyance to one of concern, “C’mon Bell, you’re running on fumes.” He shifted them in his arms, sweeping their feet off the ground, one arm braced against their back, the other under their knees.

“Put me down you fucking bastard!” they shouted, words slurring ever so slightly, as they struggled against his iron grip. Unfortunately, they were running on fumes, and their disjointed flailing did less than nothing.

Staying stoically quiet, Adler simply tightened his grip on them, marching towards the safehouses exit. Their pathetic attempts at deterring him did nothing to stop him as he carried them outside into the frigid air.

Opening the car door, he tossed them none too gently into the passenger side. Slamming the door on them, he hurried around to the driver side.

Attempting to orient themselves, their head spun as they sat up on the seat. By the time they had recovered enough to get their bearings, Adler had already locked the car doors and was pulling out of the back alley the car was hidden in.

“You fucker,” they grumbled, flopping down against the seat, head sliding towards the window, feeling the chill radiating from it. Might as well settle in, they were already in the car, and no matter how hard they fought, sleeping in a real bed did sound nice. Not that they would tell him that.

“You need rest if you’re going to be effective Bell.” Adler admonished them, and they laughed brokenly, choking on a sob, leaning against the window of the car, eyes listing closed.

“Oh so that’s your play,” Adler gave a confused grunt, so they continued, voice cracking and words slurring, “Gonna keep me in working shape ‘till I’m all used up, then put a bullet in me.” they sighed, keeping their eyes closed, sinking into the comfortable leather of the seat they dozed on.

“C’mon now Bell, it’s not like that.” one of his hands snuck over and grabbed theirs, warming their cold fingers in his firm grip. It was nice, almost felt like he cared.

“Don’t bother Adler. I’m a loose end.” they sighed, clumsily attempting to pull their hand away from his, and failing, before muttering. “The second Perseus is dead, I will be too. We both know I wasn’t supposed to survive Solovetsky.”

He was silent for a moment, only the sounds of the city filling the silence between them, “That’s what you think? S’ why you’ve been burning the candle at both ends?”

Listlessly, they replied, “My life is determined by my usefulness.” The rest of the ride was silent, at some point, Adler turned on the radio, and soft German singing filled their silence. Weaving in and out of consciousness, they thought that the ride was taking longer than it should, but was too comfortable to care, or to open their eyes.

When the car came to a slow stop and Adler killed the engine, they knew it was time to open their eyes. But they couldn’t bring themselves to do it, even when they heard his sigh and felt his warm hand leave theirs.

Adler must have been feeling kind, because he caught them before they fell out of the car when he opened the door they were leaning on. Grumbling, he picked them up from the seat he had tossed them onto, slamming the door shut with his hip.

God, that should not be attractive, They thought to themselves, allowing their head to rest under his chin, looping one of their shaking arms around his broad shoulders. They watched the scenery go by through heavily lidded eyes.

“Gonna go in the back entrance, don’t want people seeing you and asking questions.” Adler explained, entering through an employee door. Instantly, their body was surrounded by warmth, even warmer than the car. Maybe they had died, and this was Heaven. They probably wouldn't be going to Heaven.

“Just tell ‘em I’m drunk.” they snorted, nestling further into his comforting hold, closing their eyes against the bright lights.

Just for tonight. They promised themselves, unconsciously relaxing into him.

“Close enough to the truth,” Adler murmured, pressing his lips to the top of their head.

“Th’ fucks that mean?” they asked, cheeks flushing. Obviously because of the sudden warmth, and not his actions.

“Mmm,” they felt his chest rumble as he declined to answer, pushing open a door that led to a dimly lit staircase. “Most people use the elevators nowadays, so we can mostly use these things unseen,” he informed them, beginning a slow, steady ascent up the stairs.

“Doesn’t answer my fucking question,” they grumbled, not really expecting an answer from the cryptic bastard anyway.

The asshole just huffed a laugh in response. They weren’t sure how many flights of stairs he climbed, but they did notice when he stopped climbing them, his steps evening out.

Listening to him fumble for the key to the door, they kept their eyes closed. When the pair entered the room, they were quickly deposited on the large plush bed.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea, They acquiesced, curling into a ball where they laid, not bothering to undress or get under the covers.

“Bell,” Adler groaned, and they pried an eye open, staring at his exasperated expression.

“Mmph?” they grunted, not bothering with words.

“You gotta get some pajamas on before you sleep.”

“Oh f’c ‘ff,” they groaned, closing their eyes again, listening to Adler’s long-suffering groan. The sound of a door clicking open and closing was almost interesting enough to force them to open their eyes, but they stayed shut, already halfway to sleep, thinking Adler had just left them.

A few seconds passed before the door opened and closed again. Surprised, they listened to the sound of his feet shuffling across the carpeted floor, the mattress dipping as he sat down at the bottom, pulling one of their legs onto his lap.

Grunting in confusion, they craned their neck, eyes squinted as they watched through blurry vision as Adler began carefully unlacing their boots.

“Wh’t r’e you doin’?” they grumbled, head flopping back down, limbs refusing to respond to them. He still didn’t respond, seemingly entirely focused on removing their boot. Once the first one was deposited on the floor, he grabbed their other leg and repeated the careful process.

Finished, he let them go, and they curled back up and were about to get comfortable before a bundle of clothes hit them in the face.

They startled with a yelp, eyes flying open as they jolted, ready for an attack. Blinking blearily, they stared at the clothes in front of them, a white mens undershirt and a pair of red and black plaid flannel pants.

Locking eyes with Adler, the pair engaged in a staredown, neither willing to break first. When their eyes began to water, they blinked, looking away with a defeated sigh. Clumsily, they sat up and began to shuck off their turtleneck.

Jolting, Adler made a distressed noise, and they couldn’t do anything other than roll their eyes as they looked up at him, top half on, half off.

“You’ve seen me in less,” they grumbled, finally pulling the tight fabric over their head, messing up their hair. Receiving no response from the man, they huffed, beginning to shimmy out of their jeans.

Once they had removed their top layer, they were left in just their underwear and amusedly, Adler still refused to look at them. Stripping the rest of their clothes, they sat naked on the bed, swaying. They reached for the clothes he had brought them, shimmying into the soft, well worn pants.

After wearing jeans for so long, the soft loose fabric felt heavenly against their skin, and they rushed to pull on their top, hands trembling slightly. As they pulled it over their head, they inhaled and stopped short, letting the top fall down their torso, arms still up in the air.

It smelled like him.

“This yours?” they accused, glaring at Adler, who glanced back over at them, face giving away nothing. Sometime, when they had been changing, he had too.

Shrugging nonchalantly, like this wasn’t a major gesture, Adler grunted, “Couldn’t find yours.”

“Coulda jus’ asked.” they squinted suspiciously at him before laying back down, snuggling on top of the warm comforter.

Adler gave a put upon sigh as they closed their eyes again, “Bell,” he groaned, and they heard him begin to walk towards them.

Grumbling, Adler flipped back the covers, “Gonna make me do everything for you?” he scooped them back up in his arms before gently placing them on the uncovered section of bed.

They allowed him to situate them on their back, leaning into his gentle touch. When he pulled away, they pried open their eyes, staring up at him.

He looked so different like this, glasses off, hair disheveled, wearing an old olive t-shirt and worn gray sweatpants. They could almost call this, soft. Domestic.

As if he could read their mind, his face softened, and Adler brushed a lock of hair away from their face before he tucked the covers around them. Unable to help themselves, one of their arms snuck out from the heavy comforter, clumsily grabbing ahold of his shirt, just before he pulled away.

Looking down at their half-lidded eyes, Adler hummed, taking their hand in his. It was rough, calloused from years of hard work in the field.

They tugged at his hand, cheeks warming. “Stay,” they whispered, looking away from his intense gaze.

“You are in no condition–”

“No! Not… not like that.” they stuttered, “Just hold me close until I go to sleep.” they blinked up at Adler, and could see his hesitation.

Disappointed, but not surprised, they slowly began to withdraw their hand from his. Scrambling, Adler gripped them tighter, and they looked back up at him.

“Scoot over,” he demanded, and they smiled up at him, just a small thing. Complying, they shuffled over, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He stared down at them for a few seconds, “You sure?”

They groaned, rolling their eyes again, “Let us just pretend, if only for tonight?” they blinked up at him, eyes wide.

He is silent as he slides in next to them, rolling onto his side to face them. They copied his movement, hesitantly snuggling into his open arms. Placing their head under his chin, they allowed Adler to roll onto his back with them now half laying on top of him, their only protest a small squeak.

Slowly, they melted into his embrace, muscles relaxing as they rode his chest up and down. A contented sigh left them as Adler began to play with their hair, his hand warm and firm against the back of their neck.

His chest rumbled underneath them as he whispered, “I’m not pretending,” just as they tipped off the cliff of wakefulness and into the deep ocean of sleep.

Part 2 will be Adlers POV of this interaction

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Just Give In MDNI 18+

WARNING: NON-CON!!!

Price/Graves

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Words: 2132

Summary: After the tank exploded, Graves was found alive, and now Price has some questions for him... and some very interesting and effective ways of getting them.

The burns from the tank explosion still throbbed, not helped along by the various cuts and bruises Graves now sported from others trying to extract information from him. He had finally finished coughing up all of the water they waterboarded him with, when the door screamed open.

He knew that he was in for another round of pain. Graves’ head stayed tucked into his chest, too heavy and painful to lift, even to assess whatever new threat was in front of him. And maybe, he was trying to avoid the thought of more pain, more torture.

Deep voices drifted into his ears, bouncing around as he tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was pointless. Rotating his raw wrists in their restraints, chained to the arms of the chair, Graves impatiently waited for his newest punishment. His ankles had been similarly chained to the legs of the chair, and had become red and angry from all of his pointless struggling.

As the door screeched in protest, he heard the steady gait of his newest tormentor walking towards him. Slowly, the heavy boots came to a stop in front of him.

The new man slowly crouched down, tilting his head to look Graves in the eyes.

“Hello, Graves,” greeted the rough voice of Captain Price, arms crossed loosely across his knees as he studied the traitor.

“Ah, Captain, they sent you to me now, did they?” he huffed a hollow laugh, “Come to attempt to beat the information out of me?”

“And why won’t you just give in?” the Captain stood up, slowly walking around to the back of the chair. Price’s large body pressed up against the uncomfortable metal chair Graves was chained to.

His large hands started at Graves’ bare shoulders, causing him to stiffen at the gentle touch, flinching as they traveled to cup his neck. It would be so easy to kill him in this position. “It would be so much better if you would just give in.” the strong callused hands gently slid up and down the back of his neck before they came to cup his jaw.

Price tilted his head up to look at him, and Graves groaned as the back of his head was slowly lowered against Price’s firm stomach. Those rough hands held his face so gently, and after all of the beatings, he had no idea how to handle it. So Graves did what he always did.

He scoffed, “You say that like I don’t know the instant I tell you what you need to know I’ll be shot.”

Staring into his face, he saw the brief amusement flash across Price’s eyes. “Hm, I’m hurt you think so.” those sinful hands left his face, letting it list to the side, trailing down to play with the blond hair on his chest.

“I suppose I can’t change your mind…” the Captain trailed off with a sigh, “But I still need you to tell me what you know about Shepherd.”

Before he could even form a retort, those large hands graze his nipples causing Graves’ breath to stutter. He looked up to see a small grin on Price’s face, before he circled his thumbs around the sensitive peaks.

“You are technically marked as KIA, so I can do whatever I want to you.” Graves didn’t have to look down to know he was hardening in his briefs, and maybe if he didn’t look, just closed his eyes, he could pretend it wasn’t happening.

“Just give in Graves, and I will stop right now.” Price was offering him a way out, and he was so tempted to take it. Just give in, Shephard had betrayed him, Graves owed him nothing.

But it wasn’t about Shephard, if he thought he would survive it, he would give all the information he had on the man. Not that it was much, just a laptop back at base.

His silence must have given Price the answer he was looking for, because he flashed his teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Guess I just have to do this my way,” he muttered, pulling out a knife and cutting a hole in Graves’ briefs, the only thing he had been left in for the torture.

One of Price’s large hands wrapped around Grave’s cock, pulling it free from the dark blue fabric, stained in some places with his blood. Unable to face what was happening to him, Graves closed his eyes.

“You have such a gorgeous cock,” muttered Price, slowly dragging his hand up and down the supple flesh with single-minded focus, while the other hand fondled his left nipple.

In only a few short strokes, his cock was leaking all over Price’s hand, which he smeared with a rough thumb across his slit that had his back arching, a low groan tearing itself from his throat against his will.

“Huh, did you like that?” he kept his eyes shut as Price repeated the motion, hearing a soft chuckle from behind him. “Oh you definitely liked it.” he muttered as he dragged a slick hand down to the root and back up in slow even strokes.

Attempting to stifle the truly embarrassing noises Price was extracting from him, Graves bit down on his tongue. Hard.

The Captain made an unhappy noise, and the hand toying with his nipple left, and suddenly two fingers were shoved in his mouth, prying it open. “No, I need you to keep that gorgeous tongue of yours,” he chided gently, a third finger forcing its way in, Price’s pointer and ring finger holding his mouth open while his middle finger pushed his tongue down.

“Now be a good boy and don’t you bite my fingers,” he warned, and Graves’ eyes fluttered open as he made a pathetic pleading noise in the back of this throat, choking on the long thick fingers.

“Oh I should have guessed,” he muttered, “You like that?” he paused for a long slow stroke up Graves’s cock, “You like being called a good boy?”

Graves didn’t respond, kept carefully still, but that was answer enough for Price who, still smiling, hummed, “Most people think that torture is pain. Physical pain.” he let go of Graves’s cock, ignoring his confused noise, and flicked the inside of his leg right on a bruise for emphasis, “But there are all kinds of torture, that work better than pain, and are far more efficient.”

Returning his hand he sped up his hand, rough and sloppy, forcing Graves towards his first orgasm in months. His hips began to shift in time with the tight wet fist, the obscene sounds pushing him closer and closer towards the peak of his orgasm. Choking on the large fingers in his mouth, drool dribbling from his mouth, he shut his eyes tight, failing to see how one of the best handjobs of his life was torture.

Then it stopped, the hand on his cock left just as he reached the peak of his orgasm. The noise he let out was a pathetic cross between a whine and a shout, muffled by the Captains fingers, drool dribbling from his open mouth.

With a small hum, Price ran his right hand up and down Graves’s side, smearing his pre-cum all over his stomach. “See? Torture doesn’t have to be painful.” he paused with a small satisfied smile, listening to Graves’s panting.

“In fact, I intend to pleasure you so thoroughly, that you beg me to let you answer.” he grabbed Graves’s softening cock, beginning to stroke it again.

Graves let out a moan, muffled by Price’s hand. He knew then, that he would break. Pain was easy to handle. But this, Price’s warm body behind him, muttering sweet, filthy nothings into his ear, stroking his cock, this would cause him to crack.

He lost himself in the pleasure, shifting in time with it, and like last time, it stopped. “Can I trust you not to hurt yourself?” asked Price as he gently removed his fingers, “You’ve been so good, haven’t bit me once. Are you read to give in?” the hand that was in his mouth slowly pulled out, strings of drool continuing to connect them.

Graves gasped for air, chest heaving as he greedily sucked in air through his mouth. “Fuck you.”

Price clicked his tongue, “I guess I have some more work to do.” he wiped his drool slick hand on Graves’s chest, cupping his now semi dry hand under Graves’s jaw, just holding his head to his firm stomach.

Again, Price slowly started stroking his cock, Graves felt tears forming in his eyes, and he closed them as he panted, knowing he would be denied again.

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He had lost count of his ruined orgasms, his body shook and tears spilled steadily from his eyes, squeezed tight against the painful pleasure. His hips tried to follow the obscene squelching as Price worked his cock like a master.

“Please,” he begged, his voice nearly gone.

“Hm,” the low hum rumbled through Price, who didn’t slow, didn’t stop his hand from moving as he replied, “I would love to let you cum, but you have to give in.” and pulled his hand away, leaving Graves groaning in the wake of another ruined orgasm.

Graves stayed quiet, the only noise he made was his exhausted panting as Price rubbed his thumb into the skin of his neck, across his pulse.

“Are you ready to give in?” Price’s thumb grazed his lip as he asked.

“Yes,” Graves whispered with a defeated sob. “Please,” he groaned and Price smiled kindly down at him.

“Good boy.” Price praised, and it felt so good that Graves let out a pathetic whimper.

“In my desk, there’s a secret compartment in the last drawer, with a laptop, the password is qd-ct1oV.E4Bna2 it’ll tell y’all everything you need to know.”

The Captain stared at him for a few seconds, judging the validity of his words, “See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Price’s hand returned to Graves’s cock, slowly sliding his fist down to the root.

“Please,” he whispered, another pathetic tear escaping. He licked Price’s thumb where it brushed across his lip. He was going to die today, he wanted something to reflect on. Something warm and kind and nice.

Price seemed to understand what he was asking for, and leaned down to kiss Graves long and filthy, tilting his head up with the hand on his neck. The kiss did not stop Price’s hand from pleasuring Graves, who had long ago stopped being able to keep in rhythm, his legs shaking from exertion as he tried to follow Price’s hand.

Finally, when his orgasm approached embarrassingly quick, Price didn’t slow down or stop. He sped up and Graves’s eyes slammed shut as he finally came with a loud shout, muffled into Price’s expert mouth, his mind whiting out as he went limp.

When he finally came, the hand on his cock didn’t stop it just kept slowly moving, working him through the best orgasm of his life. He slumped into Price, his head only supported by the hand on his neck and Price at his back.

Slowly Price pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied smile, still keeping a hand on his neck, rubbing small soothing circles into his collarbone with his thumb. The hand on his cock left, and he pulled a tissue from somewhere and began to clean Graves up.

Another few tears fell from his eyes at the kindness, the hand on his neck a comforting weight.

Price whispered to him as he finished cleaning, “You did so well, such a good boy.” causing Graves to let out a low whine, deep in his throat.

“You see? Giving in makes everything better.” Price’s other hand came up and wiped his face clean of tears and drool, his heartbreakingly gentle touch causing more tears.

“It’s all okay now, you did such a good job giving in.” he stopped wiping Graves’s face and slowly let go of his neck, allowing it to slide limply to the left.

He walked around to the front and Graves realized that Price was not as unaffected by their session as he thought. There was a rather noticeable tent in his cargos.

“I could help you with that, if you like.” he offered, jutting his jaw towards Price’s bulge.

“Maybe later, I have to follow up on your information first.” Price’s smile became devilish. “But I will be taking you up on that offer.”

“Better be quick then,” Graves’s smile was taunting, “I’ll be dead soon.”

Price hummed, “Not if I have anything to say about it. I might just keep you around.” and with that, and a final suggestive smirk, he left the room, still hard.

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Masterlist

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Adler/Bell

Sex

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Found 18+ MDNI

Adler/Bell

No Warnings

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Words: 4668

Summary: Adler finds Bell in hiding, and they talk. Takes place a few years after Solovetsky.

“Bell,” it wasn’t just the call of her old name that had her snapping her head up from the vegetable garden. No, it was the voice that called for her. With shaking hands, she turned face to face with her old hander, Russel fucking Adler.

There he stood, infamous sunglasses still perched on his nose, his hands tucked safely into his leather jacket. Her stomach turned uncomfortably, the artificial trust and warring with her fear of him.

“Adler,” her hands still shook as she tried to hold them still at her sides, the face she saw in her nightmares approached her, slowly, as if she were a wild animal that needed calming. Maybe she was. Her chest heaved as she stepped back, just now remembering to breathe, eyes darting wildly around to find any way to escape him, escape the false feeling of safety he made her feel.

It was like seeing him again washed all of the training from her mind, leaving only panic in its wake, the phantom feeling of a needle in her eye and restraints against her wrists.

Turning her head away from him, she tensed her body to run. She had become lax, the paranoia of the CIA finding and killing her had left after two years of living out in the middle of nowhere and she no longer carried a gun on her everywhere she went at home. How stupid. If she survived this she would not make that same mistake again.

“No, wait,” he lunged for her just as she took a step back, catching her shaking arm in a firm, but gentle, grip. He pulled her close, so that her chest was to his back, twisting her arm in between their bodies.

. “I’m not here to hurt you.” he whispered, nose bumping against her hair as he forced her to turn towards her house, prompting her to lead him into her sanctuary. And how she wished that were true and not just a ploy to get her to trust him. Some part of her did still trust him, and she hated it. She had fought so hard for her peace, and now he came back to shatter it.

Enraged, she struggled, but she was out of practice. His other arm wrapped around her waist, and when she tried to flip him off of her, he slid a leg between hers and swept both of her feet out from underneath hers. Now the only thing supporting her, Adler leaned his head in close as she scrambled to stand on her own, his arm the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground.

“Are you going to behave or not,” he breathed, allowing her to get her feet back underneath herself before nudging her towards the house again. Surprisingly, he was gentle with her. Or at least as gentle as he could be, restraining her as she fought against him with all her might.

Defeated and nauseous as her lab grown emotions warred with her natural ones, she led him up the gravel path to her little cabin. It was nice and homey, perfect for one person trying to hide. She found herself wishing that she could fight him, but she was out of practice, if not out of shape. And she sincerely doubted that he had let himself grow lax the way she had, could feel the experience in the way he held her tight to him.

Opening the door, she took in the small home as he urged her towards her sofa, past the oak table where she had stashed one of her hidden guns. Attempting to lunge for it was pointless, but she tried it anyway. She had to.

Breaking Adlers grip on her was all muscle memory, though not entirely hers, and shocked the both of them before she was moving. Lurching towards the table, she made it two steps towards it before Adler had her restrained, one arm pinning hers to her sides wrapped around her to pin back against his chest. The other hand came up to rest gently on her neck, flexing in warning as he cut off her air for a few seconds.

Not enough to actually hurt her, but enough to leave her gasping when he relaxed his hand. Dispassionately, he watched as her chest heaved, her mouth parted as she took in huge gulps of the cabin's warm air.

She could feel her blood racing against his fingers as he simply held her, his thumb brushing her carotid artery as she stood stock still, not moving a muscle. Save for the trembling of her fucking hands. Damn him, apparently he still used the same cologne and smoked the same cigarettes, their combined scents made her feel safe, even as his hand was lethally wrapped around her neck.

“Relax Bell, I don’t want to kill you.” Adler grumbled, breath ghosting her ear, and she had to concede to him that if he was sent to kill her, he would have probably done it by now and not bothered approaching her like this.

“That’s not my name anymore,” she snapped without thinking before clamping her mouth shut with an audible click.

He huffed a small laugh, and she felt a flash of pride before she tamped it down, “Oh? What are you going by these days?” He marched her to the sofa again, sitting her down beside him, slowly unwinding his arms from around her. It did not escape her attention that he made her sit the furthest away from the door, and she shuffled as far away from him as the sofa would allow.

“Nadia.” she definitely raised her chin. Her defiance made him smile. So different, yet still the same.

“So you did remember your name, I had wondered.” he muttered, his head tilted to the side.

“Yes, well, without you and Park there to inject me with drugs, my mind became mine again.” a small white lie, she had not remembered everything, only had vague flashes of memories that felt less real than her fake memories, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Why are you even here?” she snapped, patience worn thin by fear. “You already failed to kill me once, and apparently you aren’t going to try again,” Nadia made a face as she rolled her eyes, telling him without words exactly how little she believed him.

He didn’t respond to her anger, simply reached into his jacket and pulled out a file. It was thin, almost flat for how much information was probably inside.

“We’ve been tracking someone we assume to be a defected Perseus cryptographer.” Nadia took the folder gently before snatching it away from him, like if she lingered too close he would hurt her again. Probably.

Sighing through her nose she asked, “And what does this have to do with me?” she flipped through the dossier, fighting back a laugh. How clueless they still were.

“We knew that a Russian had defected here, one who had been in Perseus’s… employ.” what a kind way to say that Nadia had been drafted into this stupid war against her will. First for the Russians and Perseus, and then for the Americans and Adler. She couldn’t fucking win. “The agency tracked rumors of an ex-Perseus agent to these parts, and thought you may’ve known the cryptographer. We didn’t know it was you though,” she gave him a look, scoffing at his heavy-handed attempt to gently pry the information from her.

“Well,” she smirked up at him, her eyes alight with a challenging glare, “You’ve already found the cryptographer.” he looked at her, confusion on his face and she couldn’t help but revel in it. So few times did she remember Adler being confused. Not even in her false memories.

“But we don’t know who–” he cut himself off, looking at her in a new light. Nadia wasn’t anything impressive at the minute, hadn’t been impressive in quite a while. A plain gray t-shirt and some dirt stained blue jeans over her muddy work boots painted the perfect picture of a fit but unassuming country girl, save for the scars that ran up and down her arms, but she could cover them with a jacket or sweater when she went into town.

She only remembered gaining half of the scars.

“It’s you,” he stated, locking eyes with her, and damn it after all this time he could still read her, and she was still in the dark.

“I do what I can, when I can. But I will never be back in the field. The only time I pick up my gun now is to hunt for game.” Nadia smiled, harsh and sarcastic as she watched Adler sit back, still surprised.

“We thought you were dead.” She heard the words he didn’t say, I thought you were dead. Her heart gave a pang at the false trust and… other emotions they had forcefully instilled in her.

“Yes, well, you shot me in the chest like an idiot instead of shooting me in the head.” She shrugged as she rolled her eyes. “Didn’t even stick around to confirm the kill.”

Adler shrugged, “Guess it’s a good thing I did. You’ve been very helpful to us with those decryptions of yours.”

Smiling, Nadia opted not to tell him that it was her who created those codes. That she had been one of Perseus’s best and that was why she rose so quickly through the ranks, despite her reluctance. “I guess so.” After all, she had to keep some of her cards to herself, right?

“It would be in your best interest to consider joining the CIA, you know the procedure and all of our taglines, so I won’t bore you with it.”

“Why? Not just gonna inject me with more drugs and tell me we’ve got a job to do?” she snapped, leaning away from him as he scooted closer.

“No, that has been proven to be too unreliable.” he chuckled, looking at her pointedly, extending a hand, palm up. “We have other measures of making people cooperate, now, that are far more effective.” and Nadia heard the threat for what it was.

“Oh? Well, I guess I’ll never know” she sighed, handing the folder back to him. “I can continue my work here. All I need is a radio, a pencil, and paper. I have all that.” she gestured towards her desk where the radio sat, surrounded by mounds of paper.

“I want to take you back to Langley with me.” Nadia’s eyes snapped back to Adler as he sat the file on the coffee table, a snort leaving her before she could stop it. Realizing he was serious, she grew angry again.

“Kiss my ass.” she laughed, shaking her head, “My corpse wouldn’t let you take me back there.”

“Yeah, figures you wouldn’t wanna go back,” he muttered. “You don’t get a choice though. We can’t protect you all the way out here.” he gestured around her house, small and in a remote part of Nebraska.

“I’ve done fine so far.” Nadia insisted angrily gesturing.

“So far, no one knows you exist.” he countered, beginning to show anger as well.

“And it will stay that way!”

“Not for long, it’s only a matter of time before the Russians find you.”

“Well then do your damn job and keep them from finding me!” she yelled at him, throwing her hands up in the air.

“That’s why I want to take you back with me dammit!” he shouted back, and for a second, she was taken back to one of her memories, of him standing over her yelling at her to tell her about Perseus. Flinching, she shakes herself.

“No, I will be staying here! You don’t get to walk in here and demand things of me! Not after everything I’ve done and everything I continue to do!”

“Nadia,” his voice was calm and even, face smoothing out, and she knew what was coming next. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way but either way, you will be coming with me, back to Langley. How we get there is entirely up to you.”

She stayed silent, glaring at him as he smirked at her. It made her want to hit and kiss him in equal measure.

For a few minutes the pair sat in silence, Adler allowing her to get used to the idea of leaving. No matter how much she wanted to stall, they both knew that she would be going back with him. He was preset to win.

Nadia felt the sting of tears in her eyes, and blinked rapidly as she looked around at her cabin, at the life she had built for herself. She knew, eventually, that if the CIA had found her, Perseus would find her. And she didn’t know how he would react to seeing her alive after all she did to harm the cause.

Well, it’s as they say. The devil you know.

“Okay,” she whispered, voice small and defeated as she slumped, running a dirt-streaked hand through her sweat-dried hair.

“Good girl,” her head whipped up, pupils dilated as she remembered the last time he called her that, the sound of their breaths mingling and the feel of him inside of her making her back arch and toes curl as he played her body like a fiddle.

“Don’t do that,” Nadia whispered, voice rough.

“Don’t do what?” grinning, he slid closer to her, touching their thighs together, wrapping one arm behind her on the sofa.

“You know what.” she snapped defensively, attempting to move further away from him, and running out of sofa.

Adler watched her shrink in on herself with a frown. “You always enjoyed our time together.”

“That was before,” rasped Nadia, not making eye contact, even when he took both of her hands in his, forcefully uncurling her fingers from the meat of her palms. She hadn’t even noticed that she was digging them into it.

“We had so much fun together. Don’t wanna relive it? For old times sake?” It was Nadia’s turn to laugh at him. “You’re not that sentimental. Try again.”

Sighing, Adler stared at her, contemplating before he answered, “Ah, you know me too well.”

“I do, I have your memories, and have had a lot of time to analyze them. So tell me the truth.”

“Well,” he almost seemed embarrassed as he continued, scratching at his cheek. “It is very rare in our line of work to find a woman who knows what you do, and still chooses to sleep with you.” with a smirk he looked her up and down, lingering on her breasts.

A nice sentiment, but she didn’t believe him for a second. “It’s a conflict of interest.” Nadia stated, voice flat, even as she could feel her body reacting to his words, the blush rising on her traitorous cheeks.

He snorted. “You didn’t care before.”

“Well that might have something to do with the fact that I didn’t know you brainwashed me.”

“Yeah I imagine that would put a fucking dampener on things.” Still, he didn’t let go of her, just continued to stare at her.

“What if I say no?” she questioned, looking up at him warily.

“Then I let go and we forget this ever happened. Rape doesn’t do it for me,” he stated, completely unphased.

They sat there like that, for an undetermined amount of time. Adler just held her close in a gentle grasp, something Nadia could easily break if she wished.

“Okay,” she whispered, slowly leaning into his chest, tucking her head under his chin as she relaxed, boneless, against him. She knew this was just a manipulative ploy to win her back, and was under no illusions that he cared. Not like last time, when she had thought they were two old friends comforting each other.

“Just like that?” he muttered amused, letting go of one of her hands to card his fingers through her hair, sliding his hand down to cup her chin, tilting her face towards him with a gentle grip.

“It’s very hard to find someone to fuck that won’t ask questions about my scars,” Nadia muttered, the real reason why she agreed to this. If there was one thing Adler was good at, it was sex, and she planned to take full advantage.

“Oh?” he frowned again, the other hand trailing down her bare scarred arm before it settled on her hip.

“On men, scars are sexy, mysterious.” she gestured towards his face, watching as the conflict passed over it, “On women?” she scoffed before continuing bitterly. “Well most men, at least civilians, find it intimidating at best, and a major turnoff at worst. The best I could hope for was a quick, unsatisfying fuck in an alleyway.”

Smirking salaciously down at her Adler responded, “Guess I just have to fix that,” and before Nadia could counter, his mouth was on hers. Their kiss was not soft and gentle, but a clashing of teeth and tongues as they both fought for control of it. Sneakily moving his hands down her back, he kneaded at the tense muscles he found there and she moaned into their kiss, momentarily caught off guard.

But Nadia’s hands were moving too, one wrapping around his neck to play with his annoyingly perfect hair, the other sliding up his back and untucking his white button down from his jeans to trace the sensitive scars she found there.

His hands tracing her waist, Adler gripped her tight before he lifted her off the sofa and into his arms. Yelping into the kiss, she wrapped her legs around his middle, her hands scrambling to wrap around his shoulders, tangling into his light hair.

Neither one broke the kiss as Adler carried her towards her bedroom, not stopping to ask for instructions, both groaning as he licked into her mouth.

Nadia broke the kiss with a scowl,“How do you know where my bedroom is?” she panted out as she began to lay hickeys along his neck, just above where she knew his collar covered, the hand in his hair knocking his infamous shades off and somewhere onto the floor.

Laughing, Adler groaned, “Found your house’s blueprints,” and didn’t even pause his confident stride, despite his sudden loss of his sunglasses, kicking her door open before he gently laid her back on the plush bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge.

Standing, he gazed down at her, pupils blown and cock already beginning to harden in his jeans. Nadia just stared up at him, feeling herself getting wet as she took in the sight of his messy hair and rumpled polo shirt. Such a contrast from how he appeared in most of her memories.

“Look at you,” towering over her, he made quick work of her old belt, tossing it somewhere in her room before popping the button on her dirt-stained blue jeans. “Last chance to stop me,” Adler smirked down at her, licking his lips.

She tracked the movement of his tongue with her dark eyes, and smirked. “Give it your best shot, old man.”

“I’m only three fucking years older than you,” he grumbled, kneeling to take off her boots and socks before Adler slid her jeans off, leaving her in just her panties and top.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, sliding her top over her head, groaning at the sight of her nearly naked, trailing his fingers along her collarbones before pulling her bra off. It shouldn’t be such a major turn on, him being fully clothed with her naked in front of him.

“Bet you– shit!” she gasped, unable to snark him as he touched her through her underwear, rubbing slow circles over her clit, feeling the uncomfortable dampness of her underwear growing.

“What was that?” he laughed, pulling her panties off and tossing them in the same direction as her shirt and pants, not entirely unaffected as he panted slightly, “You didn’t get to finish.” he moved back between her legs, his left hand coming up to hold her hip still.

Returning his hand to her cunt, Adler moved his callused middle finger against her folds, pressing in slowly, teasing her.

With a moan, Nadia fisted her hands in her quilt, attempting to shift her hips against Adlers skilled hand, but he held her down.

“It must have been a long time for you to be reacting like this,” murmuring, Adler circled her clit with his thumb while adding his ring finger.

“Please don’t fuck with me right now.” she grunted, wrenching her eyes open and making eye contact with him.

“My pleasure,” and crooked his fingers expertly, finding that spot inside of her that so few men knew about, much less were able to find.

“Fuck!” she shouted, pleasure racing through her as Nadia clenched down on his fingers, arching her back.

“There we go,” he whispered, leaning in close to her, pressing a kiss to the old wound on her chest from where he shot her. “Just like that.” she watched him look up at her, smirking as he licked the old scar.

She laid there, gasping for breath as Adler continued to expertly finger her, stretching her slow and thorough, just like he had back then. With a whine, she grabbed his messy hair, pulling him up towards her.

“Needy are you?” he smirked as she pulled him in for a kiss, fingers not faltering inside her for a second.

“Please,” she gasped, Russian accent thickening as he inserted a third finger, kissing down her neck, leaving behind inconveniently placed hickeys, just like she had.

“Please what?” he mocked, allowing her to draw his shirt over his head, flinging it in the opposite direction of her clothes.

Nadia panted as she drifted closer to her orgasm, his hand an iron brand inside of her and on her hip, “Please just fuck me you absolute jackass!”

Chuckling, Adler crooked his fingers, and suddenly she was crying out as she saw stars behind her eyes. “Well since you asked so nicely,” focusing on her pleasure, he massaged her clit with his thumb, thrusting his fingers in and out, smirking as she clenched down on him.

Reduced to nothing more than the lewd noises she was making, Nadia grabbed his hair again, getting a rare breathy moan from Adler, who allowed her to pull him up and into a steaming kiss. Her other hand clawed down his back, leaving red welts in her wake.

His fingers picked up the pace, and the pleasure that had been building inside of her snapped. Crying out, her back bowed off the bed, mouth slack with pleasure as her hands fisted against Adler’s body, leaving red lines and pulling at his hair.

“Fuck,” she breathed into his mouth as he fingered her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She whined when Adler pulled his fingers out from inside of her and stood back, but she wouldn’t be left empty for long. Using the hand that was covered in her juices, he slicked up his cock, smirking down at her.

“Gonna just stand there?” Nadia mocked, still panting like she had run a marathon.

Not bothering to respond, Adler just laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist before shoving his hands under her back. He lifted her up, ignoring her shriek, and tossed her further up the bed.

Laughing, he knelt between her legs, lining up his cock with her entrance. For a moment, he stayed like that, just staring down at her, his thick head brushing up against her clit. It sent small shocks through her tired body, and he smirked.

Before she could tell him to hurry up, Adler was pushing inside of her. The acidic words died on her tongue. All that left her was a breathy whine as she clawed at him again, the heels of her feet digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. He wasn’t fairing much better.

A low groan was ripped from his throat as Adler fully sheathed himself inside her, bending over her body as he stilled.

“You feel just as good as I remember,” he muttered into Nadia’s ear. Before her mind could catch up with her mouth and demand answers, he was leaning back and slamming into her again.

Soon, any thoughts she had disappeared in favor of the pleasure again building inside of her. One of his hands found her clit, the other molded itself to her waist, pulling her into him.

Soon the room was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, and their moans, pulled from the depths of their chests.

Nadia could feel that coil of pleasure tightening in her stomach, and she clenched down on Adler’s cock as he hit that pleasurable spot inside of her. Chasing his own pleasure, he sped up.

Finally, with one last thrust, he came deep inside of her. The feeling of his warm cum flooding her had Nadia’s back arching in her second orgasm. Panting, Adler fucked them through the aftershocks.

She laid there, gasping for breath as she came back down from her post orgasmic high. Slowly, Adler slid his cock out from inside of her, rolling onto his side. He threw an arm over Nadia’s stomach and pulled her in close, tucking her head under his chin.

Blushing, she felt a mixture of his cum and her fluids leak out of her cunt, groaning as he swept a finger through it, licking it off like it was a special treat.

“Go grab a towel you fucking perv.” she grumbled, closing her eyes as Nadia’s muscles continued to shake, this time not from fear, but from ecstasy.

Adler groaned, “You’re so goddamn bossy,” he complained, but complied, padding towards her bathroom in search of a towel to clean them up. While he was away, Nadia felt herself growing tired, and her eyelids fluttered shut.

So tired apparently, that she didn’t hear Adler come back, only registered he was in the same room as her when the bed dipped, startling her back awake. Eyes flying open, Nadia looked up at him, holding her pale green washcloth in his hand, his expression uncharacteristically gentle.

Nadia didn’t trust it, and she squinted up at him as he began to clean her, slowly wiping down her legs and stomach. Well, essentially massaging her, running one of his rugged hands over her damp skin to check for any leftover residue.

Once he had finished, Nadia felt him shuffle her around, and realized he was pulling the sheets of her bed back so that she could nap in them.

Eyes listing closed as he tugged the covers over her, she felt him grab one of her hands in his, beginning to wipe it down with the cloth. Slowly and thoroughly, he cleaned her palm, the soft fibers of the washcloth wiping away any residual stickiness. Adler paid attention to every single finger, before he dropped the hand and repeated the same process on the next one.

Halfway asleep, Nadia cracked an eyelid to look at him, looking at the conflicted expression on his face as he set the washcloth to the side. Grumbling, she lifted one of her arms, an invitation to him to come join her under the covers.

Adler made a quiet happy noise, before shuffling into bed in front of her, wasting no time in situating her head under his chin. Both of his arms encircled her and pulled Nadia in closer to his chest.

Humming, Nadia breathed deeply snuggling into him, ignoring the way her common sense was screaming in the back of her mind. But she was so comfortable and warm, lounging in Adler's arms as he held her close to his chest.

Was it smart? No. Was it safe? Absolutely not.

But she liked it, and even though she knew better, Nadia couldn’t stop herself from falling asleep next to him.

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