The Professionals Circuit Archive - On an Honest Day	     On an Honest
Day

 

by Krisser 

 
 "Damn, Cowley, who in the hell does he think he is? He's an old man,
jealous of us younger men who get out and do all the actual work. He sits
back and orders us around uncaring of how we'll fare."

 "Say, that's a bit harsh, Riley," Anson said, catching the last bit as he
entered the restroom.

 Stan Riley of the B-squad just sniffed at one of Cowley's boys. The tag
most of the B-team and support staff called the A-squad. Supposedly they
were the elite boys. Riley sniffed again. They just pandered to the ego of
the old man, their work wasn't much different.

 The "A" boys did stakes-outs and the occasional gun battle, just the same
as them. He didn't believe half the stories, as he knew men liked to
exaggerate their positions. He also knew that on an honest day, they'd be
complaining bitterly same as he.

 Stan Riley looked at Anson and the others in the room, "You may be saying
nothing at the moment, but you know as well as I that Cowley should move
aside for a younger man. His old ways are a thing of the past, just as he
should be. We need a man not afraid of utilising all the men under his
control."

 "A man such as yourself, Riley?" A Scottish voice asked from behind.

 Riley looked over at Anson, "Thanks for the warning," he muttered.

 "Ack, man, I heard you down the corridor, as did every one else in the
building."

 "Well, I'm not afraid, I'll stand by what I said. It is the truth, after
all," he said belligerently.

 "Is it now?" Cowley stared at Riley until he could feel him squirm. "Nine
a.m. My office." He left without any further words.

 Riley gave Anson and Snow a disgusted look before he left the room.

 The old buzzard couldn't stand a few home truths. If the other agents
weren't such wimps, they'd have said the same themselves as well.

 `On an honest day, they'd have backed me,' Riley told himself. He'd heard
all the agents grouse about the Cow often enough. From the first day of
training he'd heard it. In fact, Cowley was worse upon longer
acquaintance. The more senior agents would have quite an earful to impart
on an honest day. 

 Riley snapped his fingers, "That's it," he said aloud to no one in the
car park. His brother-in-law was a chemist. He'd fix them up. He'd make it
an honest day.

 The B-squad agent was in early. He doctored the water supply used for the
coffee and tea machine. Hardly a man came in mornings without grabbing a
beverage. He was quite pleased at the number of A-squad men that had an
early call in.

 Riley knew that top agents Bodie and Doyle frequently had complaints
about Cowley. The head of CI5 had put them in danger many times. They were
sure to produce a few scathing remarks. He wanted to be sure that the Cow
would be able to hear them. He set his plan in motion.

 Riley stuck his head into the restroom, "Doyle, Bodie, Cowley wants you
in interrogation room five. He's bringing someone in." He left quickly to
get Cowley involved.

 The two agents looked resigned. They refilled their coffee cups before
complying. They walked down the corridor sipping their beverages. They
entered and closed the door behind them.

 Bodie sat on the far side of the table. "The Cow wants...why are we
always doing what the Cow wants?"

 "It's the job," Doyle quipped truthfully.

 "Our job to keep this island clean and smelling, even if ever so faintly,
of roses and lavender."

 "He can be a bastard." Doyle remarked without rancour.

 "Yup, but a fair one. A damn fair one. No special favours, he lives by
the same standard he expects from others." Bodie said begrudgingly,
truthfully. He silently questioned himself, he hadn't meant to say any of
that aloud.

 Doyle nodded, now pensive, "Integrity. After Cook, he and his integrity
were one of only two reasons I stayed with CI5."

 "Leave? You were going to leave?" Bodie was very concerned at how his
heart hammered in fear of that thought.

 "Didn't. Said I couldn't," Doyle reminded his partner.

 Bodie replayed Doyle's words now that the pounding had stopped. "Only one
of two reasons? What was the other reason you stayed?"

 Doyle didn't want to answer that one, but felt compelled to tell the
truth. "You."

 "Me?"

 "Yeah, you. Couldn't let someone else watch your back, you reckless
bastard. It'd kill me if you died."

 "Why?" Bodie felt his heart pound for a different reason.

 "You daft pillock, I care about you."

 "Care?"

 "You going to parrot everything I say?"

 "Care how?" Bodie repeated.

 Doyle tried to hedge and found he couldn't. "Care. Exactly what it means.
I care about what happens to you. Don't want to see you hurt or dead.
Don't ever want that."

 "Why?" Bodie's voice was almost a whisper.

 "Damnit, Bodie," Doyle exploded, "I love you."

 Bodie smiled, "Love you, too, Sunshine."

 Doyle was mad now. His partner wasn't understanding what he was really
feeling about him. He jumped out of his chair and moved around the table
to face Bodie, pushing his chair against the wall. He pressed his hands
against the wall on either side of Bodie, practically yelling, "No, you
dumb crud, love you. The other kind of love."

 Bodie looked into green eyes that were spitting fire and relaxed.
Christmas came early. "Same here, Sunshine. Have for a long time. Nearly
died myself when I found you shot and bleeding. Didn't want to leave at
all but Cowley made me."

 "He put us together, you know. Chalk and cheese."

 Bodie smiled in remembrance, "Got to get him a large bottle of
Glenfiddich, then."

 "At the beginning, I honestly didn't think it was going to work."

 "Arrogant sod, you were."

 "Me arrogant...?" Doyle questioned incredulously.

 "Arrogant but beautiful," his eyes were locked on full lips. 

 Doyle saw this and felt excitement sizzling in his belly. He ran his eyes
appraisingly over Bodie, "Truth is I've always liked your touching me."

 Bodie felt the eyes devour him and watched those same eyes dilate with
desire. He felt the blood rush south, proving his own desire. "Truth is I
can't keep my hands off of you."

 Doyle licked his lips as he watched an outline of a bulge begin to press
against his trousers. That was his and he wanted it.

 "Truth is I've often wondered what you taste like," and he set his words
to action. He knelt and nuzzled Bodie's groin and felt the semi-hard
erection fill out. He mouthed it through the fabric and besides the
swelling, he could feel as well as hear the low groan of need. He unzipped
and freed the now straining erection. He wasted no time playing, instead
he licked the thickness just enough to get it wet then sucked the leaking
head in smoothly.

 "Truth is I often wondered what it would feel like to have that gorgeous
mouth wrapped around me ...ahh..."

 Words were lost to sensation. No thought to where they were, Bodie's
whole existence became centred about his groin and the moist cavern he
rested in. 

 When his breathing returned to a regular cadence, he turned to smile at
Doyle, "Loved that. Could live there. Want it again as soon as I can get
hard again."

 Doyle was astounded at Bodie's open and revealing words, but his own need
pushed his mental rambling aside and he rubbed against Bodie's thigh.

 Bodie knew what his partner needed. He freed his leaking erection with
deft fingers. "Always wondered what you tasted like as well." He sucked
Doyle in hard and fast. His partner's sensuality was always close to the
surface. 

 Doyle was quickly lost in the maelstrom of sensation from Bodie's mouth.
He bucked his hips and hands held him down as a tongue worked him over. He
wanted it to last longer but he couldn't hold it back, he erupted like a
sizzling volcano. He woke and felt no shame at finding himself lying on
the floor, legs tangled with Bodie's.

 Bodie threaded his fingers through Ray's hair. "Want to do that again,
mate, as soon as you're able. What a turn on, you wiggling and bucking
like that," Bodie told him honestly, no longer wondering why he couldn't
keep his mouth shut. "Truth is, want to do it every day. Don't want you to
share it with any one else. Don't want to share you with anyone else." He
really looked at Ray, hair wild, clothes askew and felt his cock thicken
and his mouth go dry. "Want to fuck you, mate. Want you to fuck me, too."

 "Here, now?" Doyle couldn't believe it, but he could feel a tingle of
activity below. The wanton look of desire mixed with something else could
get him to deliver the goods immediately.

 "Nah, don't want to hurt you. Need the fixings."

 "Later, then." Doyle's tone made it a promise.

 "It's a promise." Bodie's mind played with that word - promise. "I've
never been promised to anyone, but I want to promise you and be promised
to you."

 Doyle couldn't stop his own emotion from welling up and spilling out.
"Damn right, you're now promised to me. Exclusive and permanent. From this
moment on. No birds, no blokes."

 Bodie smiled, all joy, no holding back, "No birds, no blokes, just you,"
he agreed just before rolling on top and kissing Ray. He feasted on lips
and tongue and ears and throat. His hand found rebirth in the guise of
burgeoning erection and handled it in the proper manner. He covered Ray's
cries of release with his mouth. The wantonness of the local and the
thought that all this was his exclusively from this point on was stimulus
enough for him to join Ray in orgasm.



 Inside the viewing room, Cowley and Riley watched the drama unfold in
stunned silence.

 Never actually surprised by human behaviour, Cowley had to admit to
himself that this was more than he wanted to see. It was just too private.
He ushered Riley out and down to his office.

 The compelling personage of Alpha One pushed Riley into a chair and stood
over him. "What did you do to them?"

 "I didn't..."

 "Don't bother lying. I saw your face, you caused this. What did you do?
Some sort of truth drug?" The tone commanded the truth.

 "An experimental pentothal that was in the lab. I put it in the coffee.
Just wanted you to hear the truth about yourself." 

 He picked up the phone and called down to Fred and Gregory, thankful that
the front and back guards brought thermoses from home. They would be
unaffected. He ordered the coffee and all water dumped immediately. He
ordered an immediate lockdown and was relieved to find that no personnel
had left the building. He couldn't have agents running around compelled to
speak the truth when asked. He turned back to Riley.

 "What you did to these men and the rest of the staff was reprehensible."
Alpha one barked at the B-squad agent. "I will have you brought up on
charges."

 Riley found his voice for the first time in an hour. "What about those
poofters back there? You should be thanking me." Riley stood and made for
the door.

 "SIT DOWN," the Scot commanded, fully the controller of CI5. "My
preference would be to see you rot in goal, but I can not allow you to do
any further harm to the agents here." He used the full weight of his stare
to show the truth behind his words. "You will sign a permanent D-notice on
this action today. You are held to the Official Secrets Act regarding your
employment with CI5. Employment that is now redundant."

 "But..."

 Cowley stood and leaned forward, "If you report one word, one hint that
could impugn these agents or this organisation, then I will personally see
that you do twenty-five to life without parole."

 Riley knew that whatever Cowley's faults, he didn't bluff. No matter what
he thought there was no option. He agreed to the permanent D-notice.

 Cowley called for the separation notice and Betty brought one in
immediately. Riley signed it and the matter of intent on the D-notice.

 Before he opened the door, Riley asked aggressively, "What are you going
to do about them?"

 "That's my business." 

 The Scot's tone told him nothing. Same as always. 

 Cowley went back to the viewing room of Interrogation 5, hoping he
wouldn't find further disarray within. 

 He found the agents still on the floor, hands where he couldn't see them
and had no wish to discover their actual placement. One hand appeared
though, as Bodie rolled his partner onto his back.

 "I'm thinking it might be better not to have our end away on the floor of
the CI5 interrogation room, Sunshine." Bodie told Ray before tucking him
close.

 Doyle shook his head, wondering how they ever got away with this much.
Amazed at the flash of desire with just the thought of the danger at being
discovered. "I can agree to that." With a wicked look, he added, "There's
lot's of other areas to try."

 Bodie wasn't sure if Doyle was actually serious, but for Ray, he knew
he'd be willing to try. "You little devil." 

 Spooned together, Ray rested his head back down on his partner's
shoulder. "Like this."

 Bodie liked the feeling, too and couldn't believe he felt the need to say
it aloud, "Yeah, it's the best." He closed his eyes, very tired all of a
sudden. "Tired. Let's get some shut eye. Then, we should tell Cowley."

 "Humm." Ray agreed. "He probably already knows."

 "That's all right, then."

 Cowley watched the two men fall asleep and pondered his best agents for a
moment. It seemed that this had been more of a revelation to 3.7 and 4.5
than it was for him. Not that he had needed the graphic confirmation of
his suspicions, but he was gratified to learn that they hadn't been
keeping anything from him.

 Together, they would actually present less security problems, less
security checks, and less likely to become vulnerable to outside
influences or temptation.

 It would be cost effective, for they could share a flat. It would be
agent security for him. They would be unlikely to get placement together
outside CI5.

 Yes, this most definitely could be to his benefit. Provided, of course,
they informed him of this change of relationship in a timely manner. He
didn't really hold any doubts, they were good lads.

 -- THE END --

 *June 2004*

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