#I believe this is four months before Sven finds out about not being a Vogel?? FOUR MONTHS OF DEX SLOWLY COMING TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT

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the moment | dex&sven (spy au)

Dex’s feet struck the earth in rhythm with his breaths, greater force to them than he had in the entirety of the current mission. His gaze alternated from the dark path on which he weaved through the shoreline trees, to the speedboat cutting the autumn waves 50 feet due east. 

The plan was to figure out where it was headed on the mainland and then direct the extraction team he’d called for earlier towards that location. But Dex came to an abrupt stop, double-taking as he watched two of the Sicilian mobsters they’d been after unceremoniously toppling a too tall, well-built form over the edge of the boat. 

The man was tied up but there was no fight to him and with the color draining from his face, it occurred to Dex that Sven was unconscious; he would go down to the bottom of that lake like a ton of bricks. 

Before Dex’s mind could catch up with his actions, the extra weight of his utility belt, tactical outer layers, and boots were all tossed carelessly to the dirt. And then in one fell swoop, he was in the water, which held at a crisp four degrees Celsius this time of year. 

His eyes struggled in moonlit depths he dove to, but he summoned an agility only an agent of his caliber could achieve, solely so he could wrap his arms under Sven’s limp ones in record time. It was little relief to kick his legs till they breached the surface because while he sucked in as much air as his lungs could hold, Sven did not.

There was a panic that began to creep through Dex’s limbs with the realization that Sven wasn’t breathing, but it was a personal emotion and he forced himself to focus if he was going to reverse this. It was nearly sloppy how he hauled Sven’s body onto the gravely shore, and the waves still lapped at the older man’s feet as Dex fell to his knees beside him.

“Come on, come on,” Dex muttered, ignoring the shiver that wracked through his own body in favor of clasping his hands over one another, forcing them to Sven’s chest. No, no, that was wrong, Dex shook his head, agitated that he had allowed the second of misstep due to his permeating dread. 

Quickly, he undid Sven’s protective gear, opening a clear path for him to push his hands against the thinnest layer of clothing on the man’s chest. Dex shouted the rhythm in his mind to focus himself, throwing his entire weight into the heels of his palms. 

…28, 29, 30.

His lips closing over Sven’s felt nothing like it had before, but he could scarcely focus on the fact. With each forceful breath that Sven failed to respond to him, Dex grew more desperate and amid his next set of compressions, something gave way under his hands with a sickening crunch. 

But he kept on pushing without rest anyway; …16, 17, 18...

“Breathe, Sven, please. Fuck. For me,” Dex pleaded with his partner. “Do it for me. Come on, just breathe.”

And there it was, just a moment later, a sharp, horrific gasp for air from Sven’s blued lips. Dex turned him to his side only briefly so he could expel the lake water from his lungs without choking, but then his arms were under Sven’s again, dragging the man between his legs, into his embrace.

With his chest shielding Sven’s back, Dex’s hands rubbed up and down the man’s torso, an urgent attempt to warm him up even the slightest bit. “Listen to me, Sven,” his voice was stiff and resounding from the sheer adrenaline coursing through him, “You were underwater, not breathing for a while there so things might be a little foggy right now. Do you know who you are? Where you are?”

Sven’s head lolled back against Dex’s neck for a moment before the spy jerked himself to alertness. “Dexter…” he mumbled, and it wasn’t the answer Dex was hoping for, but it was a clear testament to the soundness of Sven’s long term memory at least. 

Blindly, Dex reached back to where he’d discarded his extra layers of clothes and pulled them unevenly over Sven’s body. He had called for extraction the moment they were separated close to an hour ago so the team had to be close by, but he knew full well that if he couldn’t keep Sven from going into hypothermic shock, it would be over before his partner could even be loaded into the rescue chopper. 

“Yeah, it’s me, Sven. Look at me, I’m right here,” Dex urged as he peered down to the trembling man, who only made a soft sound in response. Dex was familiar with the feeling of Sven’s nose against his neck but it was so very frigid and different now. 

He never imagined that having Sven leaning into him so completely would grip him with fear, but there he was, running his fingers through the man’s short, damp locks as Sven groaned distantly, “My chest hurts…”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Dex’s hovering lips committed to pressing against Sven’s hairline with his apologetic words. He tucked his coat tighter around their bodies and resumed rubbing whatever warmth he could offer to Sven. “I had to get you breathing again. You’ll be okay though, it’s just a fracture, not a break. I felt it. Three to six weeks and you’ll be good as new, alright?” 

Dex could see his breath dancing by them and squeezed his eyes shut, keeping a kiss pressed to Sven’s forehead now. There was no warmth in or around them and his heart raced in his ears at the notion of having to do this for any longer. Could they do this for any longer?

Dex found Sven’s cold and clammy hand and held his fingers tightly. He wasn’t a religious man, but if he had ever in his life come close to sending out a prayer, it was against Sven’s palm at that moment. 

And then his ears caught the familiar sound of whirring in the distance. Still, Dex kept his body wrapped around Sven’s, protecting their eyes from the glaring spotlight and kicked up wind that came upon the island by the proximity of the helicopter. 

He was only willing to relax his vice-grip around Sven once he recognized the agents approaching them with an airlift stretcher and even then, chased away the one who attempted to check in on him: “No, no, I’m good. Help him, for fuck’s sake. I’m fine.” 

Dex still wasn’t relieved by any stretch, but he was able to let out a breath when he sat back in the chopper several minutes later, a towel around his neck in a half-hearted effort to keep the chill from his bones. His eyes were glued to Sven’s pale form, laying before him, now under a medical blanket, hooked up to oxygen and several vital organ monitors. He had no excuses for how he behaved that night, but he knew it was all because of that very man. 

He stood and reached his fingers into Sven’s lax ones, remembering the feelings that took hold of his entire being when they held hands down on the island. It wasn’t something he was able to shake, but he would worry about that when the time was right. 

“You’re okay,” Dex whispered for now, his gaze softer than it had ever been throughout their time together. “We’re okay.”

#I was rereading spy Dex's proposal to Sven the other day&the way I could visualize this night that he talks about being the moments he fell #in love with Sven like I HAD to write it up I had to encapsulate Dex's desperation and panic even if he remained the most professional he #could at the time. Writing this literally made me breathless cause the way it catches Dex off guard to feel this way at a time when he #thinks they're just friends with benefits. But then to reflect on this moment and think about how he would have been utterly devastated if #Sven didn't make it through that night. He shakes his head at himself like I definitely care about him there's no doubt fck. #I believe this is four months before Sven finds out about not being a Vogel?? FOUR MONTHS OF DEX SLOWLY COMING TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT #HE HAS FEELINGS FOR SVEN UNTIL IT ALL TUMBLES OUT THAT MORNING AFTER THE PANIC ATTACK #c: Dex (Spy AU) #o: Sven (Spy AU) #WOE IS ME NOT GETTING TO TAG SVEN D'ANGELO BC THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE THEY GET MARRIED LMFAO #Spy au #Svex (Spy AU) #my writing #drabbles #I TRULY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART DIE FOR SPY SVEX LIKE THE WAY THEY CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND THREW US INTO THIS HELL WE NEVER COULD HAVE #BEEN READY FOR. ALL THIS TIME THEY WERE READY TO CLICK AND HE THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN TO US AND WE JUST NEVER KNEW I DIE