Michaels nose twitched at the smell of Operations breath. It was the rather unappealing combination of cigarettes and whiskey. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Operations patted his ass. "So, Michaels, how's the progress with Pakistani identification going?" Taking a deep breath, Michael held out several computer padds. "Well, here are the reports...no matter what we've tried nothing has come up. It's like they've completely disappeared off the face of the earth." Michael held the padds out to him, expecting him to take them. When Operations merely stood there, Michael set them down on the desk. Suddenly Operations grabbed the back of Michaels neck and slammed his face onto the desk, bruising his cheek. Rubbing his face in the padds as one would do to an animal who'd just had an accident he hissed, "That's not good enough." Michael tried to lift his head off the desk. "Let me go!" Michael choked, trying to remain calm. Operations pushed on his head harder, ignoring Micaels' protests. Michael tried to squirm away from Operation's hand that snuck betwen his legs. His hand suddenly withdrew and Michael opened his eyes which he hadn't even realized he'd closed. Then he saw what has halted Operations. Nikita stood in the doorway, looking agahst. Roughly Operations pulled Michael up by his neck and shoved him into a nearby wall. Nikita stared dumbly first at Operations and then at Michael who tried in vain to hide his bruised cheek. "What is it Nikita?" Operations snapped impatiently. "Uh, I just wanted to bring-" Nikita began. "Michael, get back in here!" Operations shouted at the lean agent who had tried to sneak out while Operations was distracted. He sullenly walked back into the office and slumped into one of the chairs. "Go on Nikita." "I brought the, um, skematics you asked for." Nikita couldn't help but to stare at Michaels cheek which he'd given up trying to hide. "Thank you Nikita, leave them on the desk on your way out." Nervously she obeyed. She turned to leave but at the door she turned back around. "Um, I think Madeline wanted to see Michael." Michael started to rise but with a slight push on his shoulders, Operations held him down. "I'll be sure to send him dowm as soon as I'm done. Dismissed." "I think she meant-" Nikita started. "Dismissed" Nikita opened her mouth to object but stopped at the look Michael gave her. Terrified that Operations would make her a part of his twisted game, he shook his head minutely. Nikita abruptly turned and stalked out. Michael cringed inwardly as Operations approached him. Operations tugged on Michaels hair, pulling his head back. Operations kissed Michael hard and deep, sucking at his lips, tounge, even teeth. Michael allowed him to probe his mouth attempting to get away only when his hand went between his legs again. "Stop!" Michael managed to cry out as Operations continued to kiss him. His hand tried to fight Operations' off as he squeezed him mercilessly between his legs. A muted scream escaped Michaels lips as he doubled over in pain. It felt like a red hot poker in his belly and his vision grew dim. Faraway he heard Operations say,"Do not tell me what to do." the hand squeezed tighter and he asked, "Do you understand?" Fighting nausea Michael furiously nodded his head. Suddenly the pressure was released and Michael gasped, staying bent over in the chair. A moment later Michael heard Operations light a cigarette. He felt a hand on his back. "Get up." Slowly Michael sat up, having regained his composure. "No, stand up." Michael reluctantly obeyed. Once again Operations hand cupped Michael between his legs "Aw, did I hurt you?" he taunted, a vicious smile plastered on his face. Michael tried to inch away but Operations held him still."Answer me!" he yelled. Michael glared at him, remaining silent. For that he recieved a slap across the face, right on the bruise."ANSWER ME!" Clutching his cheek Michael mummbled a faint "yes". Grabbing Michael's chin in one hand Operations hissed, "Yes what?" Staring at the ground, Michael said in a dull monotonous voice, "Yes, you hurt me." Operations patted his head. "Good boy." Walking to the door he locked it and said, "wouldn't want anyone walking in on us, now would we Michael?" Michael shut his eyes tightly, knowing they would betray how scared he was. Operations had always madde passes at him, occasionaly touch him, but never to this extent. Suddenly he felt Operations hand slid up his leg to his waist. He whispered into his ear, "Take your shirt off, please." Michaels eyes flew open as Operations lips landed on his cheek. "Please, Operations, don't make me." Roughly Operations grabbed a handfull of Michael's hair. "I said take off your fucking shirt!" he yelled as he pulled his hair. Eyes stinging with tears, Michael slowly obeyed. Operations hand immediatly explored Michaels exposed chest. Michael whimpered and tried to squirm away as Operations pinched his nipples. Suddenly Operations started to kiss his face sucking at his mouth and letting his tounge slid all over Michaels mouth and down his throat, choking him. God, he loved to see Michael so vunerable and frightened. It made him want to hit him, right across the face. Unable to fight the urge, he did so, getting a very satisfing cry from Michael. "Get on your knees." Operations commanded. A telltale tear slid down his cheek as he reluctantly kneeled on the floor. As Operations hands began to undo his pants Michael sobbed, "No, Operations, oh god, please no..." Operations laughed. Pulling out his gun, he said smiling, "If I feel any teeth, I swear to god I'll shoot you." Michael crumpled forward, crying and pleading. He recieved a sharp kick in the ribs which convinced him to get up. 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