Diplomatic Relations

The headboard slams over and over against the wall of his bedroom as I slam over and over into him. If you want more, then I want more, he'd said.

Mm.

I have been asleep for only two hours and am awoken by a fierce pounding sound. I realise only after a disappointed, groggy moment that it is actually coming from the door of my quarters. Arousal is quickly drained by the usual paranoia as I run a hand through my hair and walk to the door in my pyjama bottoms. I no sooner have the door unlocked when two large men from the State Security Committee, in black coats and with noses twice as long as mine, enter and aim their Makarovs at me, and I am ordered to dress. Quickly.

There is no car, only the two men to silently and inconspicuously march me, fore and aft, two short, dark streets over to the embassy and through the Rear Entrance. I begin to shiver. This is never pleasant.

I am escorted to Our Leader's office and shoved roughly before his desk. I salute. He gives a sign and his two goons disappear, the door locking behind them; he has his own gun on prominent display. His eyes move to mine and remain fixed on me for a short uncomfortable time until he speaks.

"I think you know why you're here."

I blink and say nothing. The light stings my eyes.

He gets up, comes round to my side of the desk, and stands before me.

"You've been awfully..." he raps his fingertips on his holster, "...shall we say, productive, for the last month or so, Agent. A quality I certainly appreciate, and an asset to our country, no doubt. However, it has been a markedly suspicous improvement, considering your past record."

My eyes waver downward for a split second.

"What I mean to say is that your...method of procuring information is quite novel."

The blood instantaneously draining from my face gives me away. He knows I know why I'm here, now.

"...there's been a witness, Agent."

I feel faint. I am the walking dead.

"As you know, fraternising with The Enemy in such a fashion, regardless of the result, is an unforgivable offense. I am quite sure you understand the penalty for your actions."

I have no family. I'm going to die for serving my country. Oh God, it should be him.

"Nevertheless, Agent, I am indeed The Leader; and ultimately, I have complete power to waive or enforce any law as I see fit. Therefore, and partly because I admit being...intrigued by your current modus operandi, I am offering you the opportunity to extricate yourself from your imminent execution."

I'm visibly shaking now. I don't know what to think. He steps a little closer, places a finger under my chin and lifts my head slightly to meet his dominant gaze, which I cannot hold.

"Are you loyal to me, Agent?"

"Of course, Sir."

"Then you might wish to prove your allegiance to me, right now. In fact, I want you to demonstrate for me, Agent, at this time, your current means of obtaining documents and information."

My eyes shoot back up to him, and he smiles and stands against the edge of his desk.
"Incredulous, no? Ah, now you know how I felt. On your knees, Agent." he caresses the handle of his pistol lightly, to imperious effect. I oblige silently.

And so I'm on my knees, trembling, and he's unzipping his trousers and he's already hard, and I can't quite believe this is happening. But it is happening, and I am face to cock with one of the world's most powerful leaders. I lick him. I take him in my mouth. I find it hard to bring my eyes up to meet his. Not like with...

"Ah. God." he moans. And I'm sucking like my life depends on it - no, because it does depend on it. He tells me how good I am at this, how yes, he can understand now how this could work as well as it does. I don't know where to put my hands this time without appearing insubordinate, so I just use them where he would expect me to, on the base of his cock, and on his balls...ah, but one tiny twist could result in a coup...haha.

He's actually enjoying it. Really enjoying it. His hand twists in my hair, he slides his other palm up and down the front of my nose god why does everyone DO that and starts thrusting into my mouth.

Several moments pass. Suddenly my head is gripped by the temples and pulled away, and I am hoisted up by the collar of my coat and spun around almost violently.

"Get on the desk."

He moves forward quickly, and like a cornered animal, I have nowhere to go but to back up against his desk, where he unbuttons my coat and undoes my trousers in an authoritative manner. Dear God, I'm half-naked and hard in front of the Leader. He pushes me back in a lying position, and fumbles with something in the drawer. I mistakenly assume he's going to reciprocate in the same fashion until he grips me hard - behind my knee - and shoves my left leg up and back.

"I think I'd like a little more from you, if I'm going to let you off," he breathes. He clamps his left hand tightly over my mouth, runs his fingers once through my hair, and in one swift motion he's driving into me. I inhale sharply through my nose and moan loudly against his hand; he moans back. I'm not sure if he's mocking me. But dear God, it's like a knife. He fucks me hard on his desk, there amidst papers, documents, inkwells, maps, what have you. Fighting back tears, I turn my head to the side, noticing some small framed photos of his wife and family; he reaches over and turns them face down quickly. I close my eyes until it's almost over.

We continue like this for several minutes. "Agent," he whispers raggedly against my ear. I open my eyes blearily. He's bearing down on me, medals and pins and digging cold and sharp against my chest. "...are you...attracted to him?"

I shake my head. LIE. bang.

"Then continue your missions as they are, Agent. If it works, it works. We leave well enough alone. Is that clear?" he removes his hand from my mouth.

"ye-. s."

"I didn't hear you, Agent."

"yes, s-sir."

"Then we are in agreement, yes?"

"yess."

"Good?"

"g-good."

"Good. Good." he breathes. "So fucking good." and he has his mouth on mine and he's coming hot and hard, and I'm digging my fingertips into the edge of his desk and moaning my own release against his lips.

After a few moments, I dress, he unlocks the door, I give a weak salute, he nods and I am let out with my life. The goons are still in the hallway, and swear I hear one of them snicker softly as I pass them with my head down.

I make my way home up the darkened sidestreet, and I have no idea what just happened.