He watched his warm breath floating through the air in front of him, clearly it was cold. The sight of the smoke-like patterns in the air was making him crave a cigarette. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of his last hit of nicotine despite that that was some odd four hours ago. Though he couldn't smoke now...he was working and the last thing he needed was for the flare of his lighter or worse yet, the glowing cherry, to give away his location. He peered through the scope, the dully illuminated window coming back into view. No movement...no life inside. Perhaps his logistics were wrong? He shifted his weight, his belt and the artillery attached to it was uncomfortably digging into his abdomen. He wasn't going to waste all of his time on this roof when he had a mission objective to complete. Black was better than that and the Embassy knew it. He was 'It' as far as they were concerned. Failure just wasn't an option. Perhaps tonight would be the night that he fired a deadly round right between White's eyes...his really nice eyes. They were great, they were like, this amazing blue color that just left Black stunned, they were...- Black blinked and shook his head. The cold must certainly be getting to him. Yes, it was the cold and a lack of nicotine. He needed a cigarette. With a grunt, he started to roll over just as a flicker of movement in the window he'd been watching hooked his attention. He sprung to action, his shoulder nuzzling into the buttstock of the gun. His sharp, dark eyes finding his mark in the scope. Black froze, his next breath caught in his throat and though it was freezing tonight, his skin was burning. With perhaps more conviction than he intended, he stared at his white clad enemy.

It wasn't that White was wearing anything impressive...White was just...well, impressive. His blouse was open, exposing that long expanse of lean, toned flesh. A white belt tight around those slender hips. His shoulder holsters hanging, weapon free. Even his tie was lose around his throat. Black remembered that throat underneath his mouth. How White moaned under his lips, Black could still feel the muted vibration and the warmth; his pulse. He swallowed hard, his pants were a little tighter then they'd been just a few moments ago. Really unprofessional right there, he noted mentally as he cleared his thoughts and White became Embassy enemy number one once more. At least he was back on track. He moved closer to the edge of the building, his gaze once again focused on the window and where White stood removing all of his weaponry before moving out from the view of his scope.

Black waited for him to come back into his range of fire. Minutes drifted by, but not even a glimpse of that delicious pale flesh. He cursed under his breath. He knew he missed his opportunity to fire because of his stupid fucking daydreaming. He needed to steel up and not be so careless. It was no longer an option to wait here for another chance to blow his head off. He had tonight and only tonight. Moving quickly, he disassembled his gun and hastily moved off the roof.

Black checked the hallway for any cameras but there wasn't anything that he could detect. He silently slipped down the hallway before stopping in front of apartment '17 S'. With his revolver clutched tightly in his palm, he glanced and double checked the silencer resting heavily on the barrel. The expert spy debated momentarily; to kick the door down or not to kick the door down, that was the question at hand, wasn't it? Well, Black was a fan of the element of surprise. If he knocked, he'd alert him and there was no way he'd be able to have a convincing enough argument to get White to open the door. He took a step back before planting his foot hard near where the knob was. With a loud crack, the door flung open and Black stormed in aiming his weapon ready to fire. He skidded to a stop, staring at White who was laying on the floor, aiming a laser mark sniper rifle at his chest. Black opened his mouth to speak, to say something, anything at all. 'Oh, shit' would have been good.

White smirked, "Game Over." He didn't even hesitate, his gloved finger clicking the trigger and with a barely audible 'pfft', Black was knocked on his ass. The pressure in his chest was immense despite how he was gasping for air. He felt like he was sinking into the floor...

Long days were the worst. His logistics had to have been wrong. He scouted Black's temporary location, but no such luck. The Embassy must have miscalculated. That dumb fuck didn't show up. White pushed his apartment door open and turned around locking a variety of bolts and locks. He liked his privacy and all. It was pretty late and he had no intention of waiting out in the cold all night. He'd let the Embassy know that they'd miscalculated. He wasn't at fault for misinformation. They really needed to get better informants.

White shrugged off his coat, neatly hanging it up on a wall hook. He loosened his tie, letting it hang over his shoulders as he unbuttoned his shirt. With little regard, White tossed the guns from his chest holsters onto the white linen sofa. Rolling up his sleeves he walked over the large wall of cameras to watch as he de-gunned; scanning each camera, his blue eyes reviewing the scenery. White froze, shock rifling his body, though he made no move nor expression that gave it away. Black was on the roof outside with a SIG 550-1 pointed right at his fucking head.

"Well damn," He silently breathed slowly walking closer to the camera. Had Black hesitated? He had had a clear shot for at least a minute. He watched his dark enemy watching his window. He was surprised to see the other retreat, but retreat he did. White shrugged and started to move away from the screens to continue undressing, however the flash of black on the screens that displayed the lobby, alerted him that his enemy entered his apartment building, his dark figure bobbing through the wall of screens as he passed each camera. "Shit, shit, shit..." He chanted, grabbing up his own automatic, he ran to his bedside and grabbed a box of bullets stuffing a few of them into the chamber. Diving on the floor he flicked on the laser and with one glance over his shoulder, caught a glimpse of Black stepping out of the elevator. White steeled up, his sharp blue eyes on the door. He cocked the automatic and waited.

With a loud crack, the door flung open and Black stormed in. He skidded to a stop a few feet from where White had propped himself. His jaw dropped a little and just damn, Black looked so hot, running in there to kill him, waving his revolver around and pointing it all threatening-like. It just warmed White's heart. His lips curled up in a domineering smirk, "Game Over." he coolly drawled before firing a round right to his chest, avoiding his heart. White stood up with his gun, rather satisfied with his marksmanship, but Black was only a few feet away, Helen Keller could have made that shot. He watched him pass out, the bullet at that range was severely more effective...he'd torn through through his pec, missing his lung. "Ah my dear Black...I have plans for you." He grinned as he leaned down, hoisting the other male up, his body sagging against his own. White sighed as the other's blood stained his white shirt and slacks. That just never washed out.

Talk about feeling like shit; Black was woozy and the soreness, throbbing in his chest certainly wasn't heartache. He wasn't really sure what it was. Quick mental recap; Found White, check. Missed his shot, check. Ran to go shoot him, check. Kicked the door down, check. Got shot...check. Yeah, he'd gotten shot. That's why he felt like his chest had exploded. The only thing that remained elusive to him was the fact that he was still alive and suffering. It would have been so much easier if he'd just died and come back. But why oh why was he still alive? The answer popped into his mind just as soon as he asked it. It was simple really. White was a sick fuck. Of course this was all his fault.

"Rise and shine, Romeo." White's smooth voice resonated from just behind his ear. Even though it was a soft whisper, his head was pounding in addition to his chest. But oh, that awful but delicious voice of White's was way too loud at the moment

"Shut it." Black managed to growl.

"Don't be that way. I spared you, after all." He chimed as he stood up and moved to sit across from where he had Black tied up.

"Generous of you..." He forced his eyes open and found the room violently spinning. His stomach lurched, and he shut his eyes knowing better then to open them for another few minutes. "...Why, Romeo?" He frowned, recalling White's new name for him.

"Why Romeo?" White paused, tapping his cheek thoughtfully, a devious grin on his lips. "I suppose it's because I caught you peeping through my window and yet...you did not fire. This of course struck me as odd. So instead of blowing your brains out the moment you entered my apartment. I decided to ask you why. Why, Black? Why did you hesitate?"

It was yet again Black's turn to hesitate, though he was also agitated with White's biting sarcasm. He slowly opened his eyes and fired out a reasonable lie. "Equipment malfunction...Don't flatter yourself."

White stood up and walked over, looming over Black. The dark-clad spy was tied and taped to a white linen arm chair, now soaking red with the dark spy's blood. White couldn't have him escaping or doing anything stupid while he was a captive here. Black peered up at the other, waiting. That's what this was all about wasn't it? Waiting to see who bested the other for their own embassy.

"Your chest has to hurt pretty bad." White speculated looking down as he took out a knife and placed it near Blacks lower belly.

Black narrowed his eyes, snapping at the other spy, "No, it feels great actually."

"Mh." He slipped the blade between the buttons easily slicing open the front of his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders getting a nice clean view of his entire chest and abdomen. His pale blue eyes examined the ugly swollen puncture that marred his right pec. "Mhh...yeah...that has to hurt." He said as he reached to touch it. Black instinctively recoiled as White's fingers gently touched the bullet wound, the abused flesh sticky with blood. Their eyes caught each others, the exchange was wordless, but the meaning behind their strain, quite clear.

White slowly pushed down on his wound, watching Black's expression change from calm to strain. His dark brow gently glistening as he bore the pain. White increased the pressure only to watch Black grimace, his breath growing heavy. White grit his teeth, his lip curling up in a silent snarl as he roughly dug his fingers into Black's chest only to hear the other cry out in pain, a flurry of swearing and wordless screams rent the air before he removed his hand altogether. White's fingers stained in blood, from sliding into the other's wound. Black lowered his head, his breathing was certainly labored and that little game of finger the bullet hole hadn't helped.

White took his blade and settled it underneath Black's belt, sawing through the thick leather strap. Black's dark eyes numbly watched White go to work on his clothing and for the most part freeing him from his dark clothing. This was familiar, though last time, it was the other way around when Black was doing all the conquering. It seemed White wanted to repay the favor.

White's hand slipped under Black's chin forcing his head up, his mouth finding his neck with ease. Black groaned, his hips rolling forward as he strained to reach out and pull the other closer, to feel him against him, to be inside of him. White smirked against his neck, his fingers sliding through his enemy's dark hair. His pale blue gaze dropped low to the strain in Black's pants and how his stiffness was struggling against the tight material. White had much sympathy in that regard and unbuttoned the other's pants, freeing his long, hard shaft so that it bounced into his palm. Black cried out again, but the pitch was deep and throaty; a moan of pleasure rather then a scream of torture. It had been quite sometime since he'd found himself being touched by another in this manner. Work often came first, and in their line of duty, it was all but impossible to achieve intimacy.

White clenched his jaw, finding his current condition most similar to that of Black's. He released the other's shaft to remove his own garments, finding them suddenly claustrophobic. He slowly undressed in front of the restrained spy. Black was watching White like a caged tiger ready to strike. His hard shaft resting against his belly; Dark eyes hungrily eating up the pale fleshed other stripping before him. White was teasing him, trying to rile him up...it was working. White clutched his knife tightly before straddling Black, his naked thighs rubbing against Black's still clothed legs, though his erection had been freed. White leaned in close, his mouth crashing down on Black's as he dominated him.

Black struggled against the ropes; he hated not being able to grab the bastard and fuck him properly. This kind of torture was maddening. White hadn't touched his erection in what felt like hours and he was still hard as a steel pipe. The light haired male groaned, holding his own erection in his free hand, stroking himself as he kissed Black. His head resting against the other's shoulder as he tried to please himself, but he was idling. It was becoming obvious to him he'd be needing some sexual assistance from his captive if this was going to be one of 'those' nights.

White slid the knife beneath the ropes and slowly freed Black's legs, then his waist and finally his arms and wrists. Black had waited patiently for this moment and with more strength than he thought he had, he sprung to his feet, his hands under White's thighs as he carried him to the nearest available flat surface. A low growl emanating from his throat as White's back crashed into the wall, the blue eyed spy let out a surprised gasp.

Like an animal, Black tore into the other male, his hips rocking upward as he pushed into him with only the precum that dribbled down the length of his shaft to lend him any ease. White was hissing, his breath jagged as he took what the other dished out, his fingers digging into his back as he bit into Black's shoulder. He was having a hard time sorting the pleasure from the pain as the two feelings mingled with each other and White wouldn't have it any other way.

Black held him up as he stepped away from the wall, letting gravity do all the work, his length forced all the way up inside of White, his ass slick with precum and likely blood. White moaned loudly as Black carried him into the bedroom. Black carefully laid him down onto the bed before crawling on top the fair haired male. He thrust back inside White, hips wildly pushing forward with a vengeance. Blood dripped from the wound on his chest down onto white, the down comforter soaking up the blood and looking more like a murder scene.

This was rather insane, White thought vaguely as he felt his orgasm building. It was blasphemous...rule breaking certainly. Possibly treasonous? But fuck the Embassy, this was too good to stop and it would be his turn next. He clawed at him, marring his body with nail marks as each firm thrust, had him ever closer to spilling his seed.

Black felt the familiar pressure building in his neither region and with every hard thrust, he was that much closer to cumming. His whole being trembled as his hands grabbed White's hips, burying himself deep inside the male, his hot seed filling him to the brim and then some. His cum was seeping out and dripping from his thighs mixed faintly with blood from how he'd torn him up. With a breathy moan Black pumped inside of him slowly, the after shocks of pleasure still riding through his body like the waves of the ocean.

He was gasping as he peeled his eyes open, noting that White hadn't yet cum. Black's senses were starting to return to him, the heady affects of lust and sex quickly moving behind him. He was no longer looking at a lover, but staring at his target and though it would be breaking their silent rules of 'sex on the job', he was willing to threaten all that.

Black rolled off White and moved across the room, leaning down and grabbing the roll of duct tape that had haphazardly found its way onto the bedroom floor.

Knowing White's eyes were on him, he decided to speak. "Now for something kinky..." Black smirked, moving forward as he slowly approached White. He didn't want to spook him. Once he was on the bed he continued forward on his knees until he was at the other's side. Leaning down, his mouth encompassed the blonde spy's ear. White reveled in it, a moan escaping his parted lips, he took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Kinky?" He asked intrigued, his blue eyes glancing at the other spy, watching him.

"Yeah." He grinned, taking up his wrists and taping them behind his back with a certain quickness. He then moved to his ankles and taped them together.

White frowned sensing something was immediately wrong as he was being bound to the bed. "W-what the fuck? It's my turn." His ice blue eyes narrowed.

Black shrugged and glanced over at him a small grin on his lips. "Well...normally, but I thought we'd try something different." He said as he disappeared into the other room.

White had a very bad feeling about this. He watched as Black returned with his pants. He was digging through his pockets, until he pulled out his cellphone. Black went through it, taking whatever classified information was on the phone. If it was like his phone, which he found that it was, there wouldn't be anything too relevant but it was all procedure.

White had an inkling of what was going on, though it didn't do much to dent his ardor. His shaft was still flat against his navel. His blue eyes angrily following Black around as the spy got dressed and took whatever records White had hidden in his apartment. The bastard had double crossed him! White was still hoping he could turn this around and lure the other back to his bed.

Black grinned "Even I thought you had me there for a while, White. Don't look so heartbroken." He chided as he strode over to White and set his phone on his belly. "I'm going to do you a favor." He said as he pulled his hat on. "I am going to call your Embassy for you, and you can tell them that you have suddenly found your self a little tied up and you won't be at work for a while. Or you can tell them you're really truly tied up and need someone to untie you." He laughed, setting White's hat over his upright shaft. "For your decency." He grinned as he stole a cigarette from White's nightstand.

White was too furious for words. He couldn't believe he was ending it like this. No gun fight, no traps, nothing. Just a big fucking mess...his Embassy would find him here...they'd...his eyes widened as he shifted, Black's cum dripping between his thighs. "You fucking dick, why the fuck?" He snarled struggling to break free.

Black sat on the edge of the bed considering this for a moment and smirked. His devious side revising what was an already great plan- it was now going to be that much more amazing. "I got it." He stood up and took a detonator from his coat pocket as he nestled the coordinating explosives against White's belly. He grabbed White's cellphone and set it up just right slipping it behind White's back and into his tied hands. He looked at White and just grinned, this was priceless. To have him naked and defenseless like this was such a turn on. He'd be dreaming of this for ages. "Here's the deal. Your phone is set up so that you can call your Embassy should you choose to...or...you can always kill yourself and push the detonator. Its all up to you." He smiled as he took out another cigarette and lit it slipping the filtered end into White's mouth.

White was obviously fuming as he was more then likely trying to come up with a plan. He sucked on the cigarette now balanced between his lips. What a shitty situation...how could he even think that Black was trustworthy?...Not that he thought he was truly trustworthy but they had a common understanding, didn't they? He growled, angry at the thought.

Black watched, a bemused expression on his features. "Well I can see your decision is made up." He said as he set the detonator beside him. He knew that White would have a hell of a time pressing the necessary button to set off the explosives so he'd have some time to get a safe distance away. Though perhaps he would wind up calling his Embassy for help. It was something of a mystery.

Just like that, he left White's posh apartment. Black was down at the corner carrying the information he needed when an earth shattering sound of glass and brick exploding and raining down on the sidewalk resonated through the quiet streets at four A.M. He turned around to watch the burning smoldering room in the building. His lips curled up into a devious smile as he tipped his hat towards the flames. "Sweet dreams, Juliet...See you when the sun rises." He briskly walked off, knowing he couldn't keep the Embassy waiting.