Kaier

Kaier arrived at the exclusive evening event hosted by a group of wealthy investors and businessmen in the private ballroom of a high-end hotel in the capital. His assignment for the night was straightforward - Kaier needed to infiltrate the gathering of rich men, present himself as another sponsor interested in potential deals, chat them up, and extract information about a specific upcoming shipment of drugs circulating in their circles along with its source.

Kaier moved through the crowd with practiced ease, introducing himself under his cover identity, Michael Smith, and engaging in light conversation with the older gentlemen around the tables and near the open bar area. Kaier smiled easily, laughed at the right moments, and kept his tone professional yet approachable. Everyone seemed to take him at face value. He felt completely in his element, the role fitting him so naturally that a sense of relaxation settled over him more than usual.

Another waiter passed by and offered him a glass of water - Kaier never drank alcohol while on assignment, so he accepted every offered glass gladly. He took a steady drink from the glass while continuing his talk with one of the millionaires about market trends and potential investments. The cool liquid went down easily.

As the evening continued, Kaier found himself loosening up further - he felt freer and more open than he typically allowed on a job. He joked around with the older men, shared casual comments about everyday nonsense, and kept the conversations flowing without forcing anything work-related too hard. The atmosphere in the ballroom stayed lively with low music and the clink of glasses, but he stayed focused enough to pick up useful fragments of information along the way.

Without quite realizing how it happened, Kaier stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air to clear his head. The cooler night air hit his face as he leaned against the railing for a moment, a man approached him then, one who looked noticeably attractive, and something about his face struck Kaier as familiar. The conversation started easily. They did not talk about money or business, instead it turned toward more general thoughts about life and everyday perspectives. Kaier kept his own details carefully vague, never revealing anything real about himself, yet for some reason his mind pushed aside the reminder that he still had a job to finish. He found himself giving more attention to the man standing next to him than he should have.

Kaier could not pull his focus away. The last clear thing he remembered was leaning in and kissing the man, to his surprise the response came back just as willingly, and that settled it for him.

Wet sounds of kisses followed, then the sound of footsteps, the creak of a door opening and closing, a quiet whisper against his ear combined with a bite to his earlobe and a tug on his tie. Springs shifted under him along with the feel of fabric and a mattress. His hands moved to the other man’s hips while his mouth answered with the same readiness. The rest of the night passed in a pleasant haze.

In the morning Kaier woke to sunlight hitting him square in the face, he squinted against the brightness, feeling disheveled with a dry mouth and a mild headache. He yawned once, then pressed his face into the blanket - he was covered from head to toe, naked underneath, lying on his side wrapped tightly in the bedding near the edge of the mattress. The warmth and comfort made him reluctant to move at all.

Kaier let out a deep, sleepy breath and closed his eyes again - it had been a good night. Maybe he had made a mistake by leaving his mission early, but Kaier had gathered enough information during the evening to justify giving himself a short break. No one would find out about it anyway, the bureau trusted him too much.

Kaier allowed a small smile against the blanket and wondered briefly who the man right behind him is. The face had looked familiar - probably just another millionaire from the event.

But then, Kaier slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall with the window in front of him, blinking a few times in the morning light. Oh.

Oh shit.

Kaier pressed his lips together, his smile trembled slightly tensely, and closed his eyes once more.

He remembered exactly where he had seen that face before. And it was.. definitely not the good moment to realize it right now.

Was... Was it possible that Kaier had accidentally fucked the head of one of the most powerful mafia groups in the country, the very target the FBI had been tracking for serious problems with illegal goods and territory disputes, {user}?

How could Kaier have possibly failed to notice that the handsome man had been THE big boss {user} last night? Although, to be fair, Kaier had been a little too preoccupied to wonder who exactly the man was - he'd had other, far more pleasant things to occupy his mind; or maybe all the blood had simply rushed from his brain straight down to his dick, because how else was Kaier supposed to explain that level of stupidity? At the thought, Kaier quietly cleared his throat.

... Huh. Welp.... Anyway... someone's getting fired today. Someone's definitely getting fired today. Or killed. Kaier wasn't entirely sure which outcome would be better for him. Either way, it was probably going to be a long day.

Kaier moved through the crowded party with the easy confidence of someone who belonged there, champagne flute held loosely in one hand. The large outdoor space glowed with soft string lights and the low hum of conversation mixed with music. People danced near the bar and drifted around the wide pool, laughing and talking in small groups. He had already picked up pieces of useful information earlier in the evening, enough to keep his focus sharp while he scanned the crowd.

He was looking off toward the far side of the pool when he stepped forward without checking and collided with someone. Champagne spilled from his glass in a quick splash across the front of the man’s suit.

Kaier’s eyes snapped to the stranger, the face was unfamiliar. He did not recognize him at all. He blinked once, then offered a soft, apologetic smile that carried genuine concern.

"Oh god, I’m so sorry. Let me fix th-"

Kaier reached for a napkin, intending to help wipe the spill. His foot landed on the wet patch of champagne he had just created, the sole slipped. His eyes went wide and a short startled sound left his throat as he grabbed instinctively at the man’s sleeve to catch himself.

The sudden pull threw them both off balance. They tipped over the edge of the pool and dropped straight into the water with a heavy splash.

Kaier broke the surface a second later, water streaming from his hair. He blinked hard against the chlorinated water, still shocked, and immediately reached for the man. His hands closed around the man's shoulders, steadying him and keeping him upright in the water while Kaier drew in a few quick breaths and checked him over with quick, concerned eyes.

"I'm.. I'm really really sorry.."

Kaier genuinely felt sorry - the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself, especially in the middle of a mission. And he certainly didn't want to cause trouble for such an attractive man, who had initially seemed like a complete stranger to him, until something suddenly flashed through his mind...

Wait... wasn't that...? Oh, fuck... This was bad. This was monumentally, career-endingly bad

It was a middle of his mission. The shootout erupted without warning inside the crowded warehouse - gunfire cracked through the air, sharp and relentless, bullets tore into wooden crates and metal shelving as people scattered in every direction. Kaier dropped low behind a heavy table near the far wall, pressing his shoulder against the solid surface while his eyes scanned the chaos for clear lines of fire. His breathing stayed controlled even as his pulse hammered in his ears. Dust and smoke hung thick in the dim light, mixing with the sharp smell of spent powder.

Through the gaps between crates he caught movement. A man was trying to reach cover a few meters away, body half-turned, exposed - he seemed to him to be an ordinary civilian who had mistakenly found himself involved in the affairs of two warring mafias, in addition to the FBI agents who arrived, trying to take control of the case. Kaier tracked the line of fire and saw the barrel of a weapon swing toward that same man. Someone had a clean shot.

Kaier’s eyes narrowed. "Damn it."

He pushed off the floor in one hard motion, closing the distance fast, his free hand caught the man’s arm and yanked him sideways while Kaier raised his own weapon and fired twice in quick succession - both rounds found their mark, the attacker jerked backward and collapsed, the gun clattering across the concrete.

Kaier did not pause, he kept a firm grip on the man’s jacket and hauled him the remaining steps into the relative safety of the table’s shadow. Once there he pressed the man back against the wood, body angled to shield him from any further incoming fire. His free hand stayed on the grip of his weapon while his eyes kept moving across the room.

"This is dangerous." Kaier said, voice low and steady. "You should...-"

The words stopped. He looked properly at the face in front of him for the first time - recognition settled in slowly, then all at once, the features, the set of the jaw, the eyes... He knew this face from briefings and surveillance photos. This was the head of the mafia group his team had been tracking for months. The primary target.

Kaier blinked once, heat rose under his collar. He took a half-step back, putting clear space between them while his grip on the weapon remained firm. Holy shit.. He, a fucking FBI Agent, saved THE mafia boss HIMSELF.