Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

Ilya: Well, don’t take it personally. It’s how, uh, all moral relativists feel about righteousness in the face of impossible odds. On the plus side, I’ll have nothing but love for you if we succeed, which we won’t. Katarina: We? Ilya: Well, we pledged our lives to each other. Katarina: [ SIGHS ] When we were 6. Ilya: And a promise is a promise.

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Day 6: Nectar Like Lips/Whisper My Name

A/N I just had some fun with this one! ____

“You have to give the USB drive to Reddington.” Cooper’s voice rings sharply over the small microphone in his ear.

“That’s gonna be a problem.”

He’s standing in the middle of a party – thank God for Aram’s ability to forge invitations. The local bluebloods and their rich posse are gliding over shining marble and in between tables dressed in silk and gold. Donald can feel his pleb breeding stick out like a dying rat amongst songbirds. He’s seen high society, but this is something else.

On a buffet, there are exotic birds killed and splayed out like delicacy. On another table, something is squirming in a bowl. A lady dressed in what he can only assume is a white leopard’s pelt, plucks a tentacled creature out of the bowl ad pops it into her mouth.

He feels the vomit push up into his throat.

That tight upper-class laughter sprinkles over the sway of conversation. Donald tries not to look as uncomfortable as he feels. He halfway expects someone to chase him out on principle alone. Where the fuck is Red? He wants to get out of here.

A familiar laugh pulls him to a sudden halt, he turns to find Red sitting cozy and happy on a purple sofa surrounded by a few smiling women. They are dressed about as scantily as he has seen in any nightclub, but he supposes the solid gold necklaces and stilettos shimmering with diamonds make it upper class.

“Reddington,” he says, already heading over.

Red glances up, his eyes flashing something sharp for a second before softening into the same old look of dark amusement. “Ah! My good friend, Donald!” he waves at him, clearly a little drunk, “What brings you to this little jamboree?”

“I came to give you –“

Red waves a hand, “Oh, come no. I thought you’d come to visit, to share in some delightful conversation and to expand your pallet with some exotic foods.”

The image of a squirming bowl of tentacles makes his stomach churn, “No, thanks.” He says, “I just need to –“

“Then kindly speak to me at a later date,” he says, smile sharp, “I’m sure it can wait.”

Red turns back to his women, dismissing Donald.

There is a long moment where he can’t think, his anger crawling up in his chest at a murderous speed. He’s halfway tempted to throw the stick at him, but then he might compromise the information. It’s already wrapped tight in a bit of silicone…

A thought comes to him.

Turning his back, he slides the USB stick into his mouth, then he heads over to the lady on Red’s left. While Red is busy with the other woman on his right, he taps the lady on the shoulder, giving her a nod of his head and a wink. She blushes a pretty pink and quickly stands to make space for Donald.

Once settled he reaches up and taps Red on the shoulder.

Red barely has a chance to open his mouth in surprise, when Donald pushes in close and slams their lips together. He can feel Red freeze under him, his mouth still slightly open. Smiling to himself, Donald quietly pushes the stick onto Red’s tongue waiting for him to take it.

Red responds, but not in the way Donald thought he would.

Two hands grip him by the sides of his head, keeping him in place as Red takes the stick and plunges his now free tongue into Donald’s mouth. He gasps. A full-body shudder shoots straight through him. His own hands grabbing for purchase on Red’s suit even as Red shifts his head for better access. Donald responds through shock or need, he’s not sure, his mouth shifting over Red’s, eager and wanting –

Red pulls away, his eyes now warm and soft, “Thank you for bringing me that,” he says softly.

Donald can only nod. His voice has run off somewhere.

Then Red leans in close, lips brushing his ear, “I’ll give you a proper thank you later tonight.”

Donald swallows, and nods.

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