Log: Complete

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When; Aug. 21 (evening)
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Christopher Styles under_secretary, Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharp
Summary; A call for a little sport without the racquetballs.
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Brocklehurst rapped his knuckles against the door, his suit replaced by a pair of plain black slacks and a white shirt, the cuffs rolled to his elbows. He wore no tie under the collar and had his dark gray coat folded over his arm. It obscured the leather briefcase hanging from his palm.

"Christopher," he called the man's name, giving the door another knock.

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"It isn't a lie," he countered while loading the bullets, "this history doesn't need repeating."

Nicholas locked the mag into his Walther but didn't raise it to shoot. He looked at Christopher, a man who knew him well and that was saying a lot considering his history in America. All of it had been for a covert operation, with secret motives and orders. Fuck. He joined the brunette in his stall, his own gun set aside next to the Beretta.

"Macintyre has nothing to do with this because I killed him," Brocklehurst lowered his voice.

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Christopher snorted. "Stop lying," he said, his voice low. "You killed him, sure. But that's only part of it. This is about Macintyre because he killed me."

Styles grabbed him suddenly, his hand wrapping around Brocklehurst's wrist. "It was my fuck up that killed me, Brocklehurst. Mine. Not yours. Stop being so god-damned hard on yourself."

He shook his head. "If I hadn't died, we probably would have never spoken again anyway. Don't you think I factored that in, Nicholas?"

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"He wouldn't have had a shot if I hadn't left you for ten bloody seconds," Nicholas hissed though he didn't pull his hand away from Christopher. The bastard was right in a way, had he not taken his damned pills he wouldn't have had to leave Styles' side in the first place.

"You're wrong. I came to protect you regardless of what you did, Christopher, regardless of your war machine. You played and you lost, but that doesn't warrant your death nor our silence."

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Christopher moved closer and caught Nicholas' blue eyes. "You came for me," he said softly, and nodded, "but we hadn't spoken in weeks. We hadn't slept together in even longer."

He felt the pain rush back to him. He had missed the other man more than he cared to admit. "You're not the one to blame here. It was a shitty circumstance. But you were there."

He reached up and touched the taller man on the face.

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"I did," not because he was a loose end, not because he was bait. Styles' life or death hardly compromised his own orders, both Brydon's and MI6's. He had come because he loved him.

"Don't get me wrong, Christopher," said Nicholas. He raised his own hands to keep the American's in place, against his cheek. "I know this City isn't D.C. but if you try it, if you try to engineer it, I'll stop you." The Englishman wouldn't think to kill him, not ever, but he would stop him.

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It wasn't something that Christopher liked - being told something that basically dictated his actions, but Styles was no fool. He recognized a lost cause when he saw one. When Brocklehurst said he would stop him, that's certainly what he would do.

Probably with handcuffs, rope, and absolutely no sexual innuendo. The thought was dry and unappealing.

Christopher nodded, once, and stroked Nicholas' cheek with the inner part of his thumb.

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Brocklehurst was a man of his word, and although Styles enjoyed provoking his 'bleeding heart', he was a man who could get his hands dirty. The end justified the means in most cases. Christopher had seen this first hand, when he voluntarily destroyed Gardner's evidence for the sake of the government's establishment (a slave to the Empire). The livelihoods of those who had made the City home were no different.

"There's a full box left," Nicholas reminded the other, cartridges he meant. His blue gaze glanced aside to Christopher's thumb.

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"Yeah," Christopher agreed, not moving. He was enjoying the touch. They hadn't been together in a while, and touching Nicholas was always enjoyable, in any way.

"You wouldn't want to waste the money," he muttered, almost a threat to break off contact first.

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Waste the money, waste the time, waste the pheromones? Nicholas looked at Christopher, cool and challenging. He took that hand and brought it closer to his lips where he kissed the other's thumb, even taking the tip of it into his mouth. The subtle trace of lead and oil wasn't new to Brocklehurst. A part of him, the army boy turned MI6 operative and SAS mole liked the taste.

"Keep shooting, then we'll eat out," he suggested.

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Christopher shivered and pulled his hand back, nodding. "All right," he replied, casually sucking on the tip of his thumb for a moment, as if he could kiss Nicholas through it. He picked up his Beretta again.

He slid his goggles and earmuffs back on and shot another clip into the target; then set the target to movement. He wasn't as accomplished, but he was decent, getting a fair number of shots in vital locations.

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He smirked at the gesture, the taste of lead, oil, and now his mouth. Christopher liked looking over that edge of cleanliness, he felt. No matter how spotless his shirts and pressed his pants, Brocklehurst knew the mud and rough terrain attracted him. To an extent anyway... he would never think to visit as if he'd gone through the jungles of Sierre Leone every night. Then Styles would simply throw him out.

"My treat," Nicholas offered as only a gentleman could. He grinned while sliding his ear muffs back on, and taking up his gun to shoot.