"Agent Yawns here?" Sark asked, sitting up a little, and Sydney turned to look at him. Jaba looked a bit confused, "Vaughn, sir, his name is Agent Vaughn?" Sark didnt look amused at Jaba's reply, but simply turned to Sydney. "You have to go back to the hotel. He'll kill you if he sees you." Sydney, though, was already shaking her head. "No, Im not leaving you." Lacing her fingers into his, he could already tell it wasnt worth fighting. Turning to Jaba, he sat straight and looked into his dull black eyes. "You need to tell me what you are trying to hide, now and fast."
Jabba looked up, "It is a weapon sir, just a weapon." Sark started to get more and more angry. "I am NOT PUTTING MY WIFES LIFE ON THE LINE TO SIMPLY HEAR ITS A BLOODY WEAPON!" Jabba sat up a bit straighter, "Alright alright I understand. Its a new weapon that a company I correspond with has been experimenting with. Its a pill that contains a persons DNA in it. When taken in the dosage needed, it temporarily alters the appearance of the user into that of the person that the DNA pill contains. Its revolutionary, but I cannot go into details for I myself do not know them, BUT I am getting a large shipment of it to experiment with and find ways to improve it for I am a scientist if you didnt know but anyways time is short and the agents are supposedly here already."
Sydney looked astounded at the facts that Jabba had just revealed to them and proceeded to glance at Sark and see the exact same expression on his face as well, replacing his now subsiding anger. And then Jabba's last words began to register, "The agents are here.......now?" Jabba nodded and Sydney looked at Sark. "We need to move quickly," he directed as both people in the room, and as Sydney stood gracefully, Sark was in full force not a second behind. Sydney turned around and placed a hand on Sarks chest, "Julian, I need to do this for the sake of our survival, trust me, and I love you." Sark, taken back, barely registered the kiss she gave him, or the loving touch she placed on the side of his face before she was out the door and into the club, her trained eyes finding the person she needed to in a matter of seconds.
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Sauntering up to him, Vaughn couldnt believe his eyes, for Sydney stood right in front of him. "Syd?" Walking up she kissed him, disgusted with what she had to do, but doing it anyways. This man she had once loved wasnt the same, he wasnt Sark most of, and he had changed. "Sydney, please tell me you arent here with Sark," he moaned after pulling back, and she shook her head from shear force of will. "I know the owner, told me of the meeting, thought id find out for myself, you and I are both aware I loathe the man."
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Sark felt ill, he had watched what Sydney had just done and his entire brain screamed and yell and fought him to run, kill Agent Yawn, and steal Sydney away from him, but he remembered what she had said and stayed behind, finished helping Jaba, for that man didnt know how much he owed Sydney and himself for putting them in that much danger, and simply hated the man now for forcing Sydney back into her former flames arms.
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"Ive missed you," he moaned to her as they went to a back room of the building, him insistantly kissing her all over. She hated his lips, damned them, and wished them to be her Julians instead. However, Vaughn had all but gotten an instant hard on when he had seen her and radioed that he was turning off because he had spotted Sark to his companions and then took Sydney to a back room. Sydney figured this would buy Sark time to finish and then hopefully get them out before she had to do something she truly didnt want to.
Sweeping aside the bottom of her dress, Vaughn found what Julian had found only an hr before, Heaven inbetween the legs of one Sydney Bristow. Sinking to his knees and sitting her on a chair, he began to eat her out slowly and very ungracefully, unlike the skilled tongue of Sark who knew her body like the back of his hand.
Pretending to moan and groan was horrible, but she could tell he was getting hornier by his breathing. She saw him pull out his penis and begin to jerk off as he ate her. She was disgusted, for she and Sark since the rebuilding of their relationship had very loving worshipping sex, he pampered her when they made love, answering to her command instead of his own seeing to her needs before his, which Vaughn didnt. Suddenly he stopped, and she heard him mutter "s***," and looking down she saw he had a handful of cum dripping into his hand from his dick. First she felt like laughing because he had cum so quickly but then she felt like jumping for joy for this was her out, "Vaughn, shouldnt you be looking for Sark? Its been almost 20 minutes, whatever he was doing should be done." Again, "s***!" Not only had more than 20 minutes gone by, but someone bored during a bad blow job had turned the blowers headset back on, and base had heard everything, but not the name of the blowee. Standing up, Vaughn all but raced from the room, back onto the floor, and Sark slipped into the room gracefully. "I think I might have to break a small promise of a dance if you wanna get out of her quick." Smiling she walked up to him, kissed him, and pulled at his jacket. "A s***ty blow job makes me want the man I love most, how about we do what we started at the hotel?"
Smiling Sark laid her on the floor, swept aside the material of the dress and felt her unzip his pants. His harden appendage slithered out like the snake that it is, and found its way into its nest nicely, and as he entered Sydney gasped for this was who and what she desired. Making love to Sark on the floor she knew they were still in danger of the CIA but having them there actually made her want to screw Sark there more, the face of danger was where Syd liked to be. After about 15 minutes, Sark showed signs of cumming and she began to whisper into his ear. "Lets go back to the hotel, return to Russia and go back to Italy, I miss the ocean, I miss our villa, I miss the gondala rides, and I miss the romance of Venice." His clothes vanished, hers gone as well, their bodies molded together, his breathing rapid, he kissed her forehead, and held her body. "Sydney, anything you want, to Venice, to romance, to love we shall return to. Plus, Russia is bloody freezing! I miss the warmth Italy offered. And also dont mind having the days of you running around in just a bikini coming back." He winked at her, and she playfully slapped his stomach and he smiled. Standing, and putting their strewn clothes back on, they exited the club, not once being detected by the CIA, who stupidly seemed to always be looking the other way.
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