I will always love you

Chapter 4

Alex once again, for the third time of his life, he was backed into something by the infamous Yassen Gregorovich. Yassen was gentle with him, careful of his wounds as he trapped Alex against the wall. "Please Alex. Please let me love you... I, I can't bare to watch you tear yourself apart."
"No. No, you wouldn't love someone like me Yassen." Alex whispered, refusing to meet Yassen's eyes. "Define someone like you."
"I am a killer Yassen. I am sure you didn't want a killer as your lover. You would have wanted a normal life." Yassen grasped Alex's chin gently, forcing the boy to look at him.
"You are not a killer."
"I am! You don't know me Yassen!" Alex hissed. Yassen looked at him before looking down. "You're right. I don't know you but I do know you're not a killer. You're intelligent, strong, courageous and selfless. You're nothing close to a killer. Please let me in Alex." Alex was feeling weak and tired. He hadn't slept well for days, actually scratch that, he hasn't slept for days. Alex tried to push Yassen away but the assassin was stronger against the worn out boy. Yassen leaned in and kissed Alex on the lips but the boy jerked away. Yassen tried again, not swayed by the boy's refusal. He landed the kiss again, slowly Alex responded back. Their kiss was soft and gentle, like Yassen was afraid that Alex would break. "If things get bad, I-I will shut again. I don't want to see you get hurt and I don't want to hurt you." Alex said quietly.
"You wouldn't hurt me. I will always stay by your side."
"You will die if you do!"
"I can protect myself little Alex." Yassen responded calmly before kissing Alex again. Just this one more time, I will let someone in... But I must stop if things get bad. I don't want Yassen to die. Alex looked at Yassen, a small smile graced his lips. A smile just for Yassen to see. Yassen couldn't help it but smile back lovingly at the boy.
Alex was feeling very sleepy and exhausted. Life is such a drag. Alex mused as he shut his eyes, hoping the throbbing pain behind his eyes would stop. It felt as if his eyes was hurting him just to force him to take a break. Yassen seem to understand what Alex wanted as he bent over to place his arm behind the teen's knees and lifted him up like he weighed nothing, which he did actually felt like he weighed nothing. Yassen was surprised by the lack of weight, he was sure that the slight pressure of Alex's weight he was feeling was just from the muscles, nothing more. Yassen frowned. Has he been eating properly? Alex didn't resist as he was beyond tired to even move, he just rested his head on Yassen's hard warm chest. It was comforting to listen to his boyfriend's steady heartbeat, he fell asleep almost instantly. Yassen smiled again as he noticed Alex's breathing become slow and deep, the boy had fallen asleep.

Alex shot up into a sitting position when he managed to wake himself up from the nightmare. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. 3.45am. He surveyed his surrounding, seeing if anything was out of the ordinary and if Yassen was around. No. Alex slid out of bed and padded down the stairs. Yassen was sleeping on the couch with his arm draped across his eyes. Alex thanked whichever God that was listening that he hadn't woken Yassen. He didn't need Yassen to know that he have PTSD.
Alex walked quietly into a room where all his work is and started doing his report, aka paperwork. When he finished, it was almost 6 in the morning. He sighed and leaned back into his chair, trying to work out what's so difficult that the team of experts couldn't decode back at MI6. Blunt had decided to give him a copy of what the decoding team is looking at and they have been looking at it for a while so the head of MI6 is like: 'why not? Let the best agent try.' Alex glared at it, until it hit him. This is a freaking a sudoku but in reverse. Alex has to draw the boxes. Alex wrote out all the numbers that were in the over lapping boxes from left to right starting from the top and tried to figure out what they meant. 25111212612391212611212. Alex stared at the numbers as the gears in his head begin spinning faster. They don't make sense if they were alphabets from 'a' to 'i'. Then an idea struck Alex, he scribbled out the 26 letters in alphabetical order and numbered them all. He then tried them with two digits instead of one. Oh my. Yes! Alex thought triumphantly as he started to form a proper word. Yakuza will fall. Whoa... I guess MI6 will have to figure out who Yakuzas' enemies are. Alex thought as he scanned his neat working out and the solution and faxed it to MI6. Finally I can rest alittle. Alex shut his eyes and fell asleep.
When Yassen woke up at 6.30a.m., he headed upstairs to check on Alex. He knocked and received no reply. He knows the boy is a light sleeper, the boy would have heard the knocks. Fear gripped Yassen as seconds passed and he heard nothing from the other side. Yassen twisted the door knob and swung the door open. He glanced at the bed and saw that the bed was made and Alex was nowhere to be seen. Yassen touched the bed to see how long ago was he gone. The bed was completely cold, all the heat from the boy who previously slept on it was gone. The duvet was pretty thick so it would have taken awhile for the heat to escape. That means Alex has been gone for a few hours at least. Dammit. Yassen cursed inwardly as he turned on his heels to begin his search around the house, praying that Alex was in the house and not kidnapped.
Yassen opened the last door and saw paper, paper everywhere in neat piles or laid out on the ground in a random pattern but still in some sort of classification. He travelled deeper into the room and let out a breath of relief. Alex was sleeping at the desk, leaning his head in the crook of his elbows. Only Alex Rider... Only he can scare me like that.