Summary: In your line of work not many can survive, and on top of that, work well together.
This is how, just a little over a day later, you find yourself dressed in a suit and drinking expensive champagne, laughing about some stupid relationship drama with a group of upper class people that you just met, all while Hodak has an arm around your waist.
You feel very much out of place, but the gun hidden in the back of your pants, the knife strapped to your leg, and the gun you know Hodak always carries gives some comfort.
As the laughter dies down, you find that one of the men (Benjamin you believe his name was), looking at you and Hodak.
“So tell us, how did you two lovebirds meet?” You smile and lean into Hodak, putting a head on his shoulder, playing up your own drunkenness.
“Oh, it’s a silly story really, nothing exciting to talk about.” Your statement causes several encouragement from the rest of the group to tell the story.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” You laugh, twisting slightly so you can plant a fakely sweet kiss on Hodak’s cheek.
“I was just on my way out of a coffee shop when I ran into this lovely specimen of a man right here-” you pat Hodak’s chest.
“-and spilled coffee all over his white shirt. Now, me being super hungover and late to a very important meeting, just scribbled my name down on his hand so he could text me about the dry cleaning before running out the door.” You get a few chuckles from the crowd.
“A few hours later, I got a text from him, inviting me to a coffee instead of a dry cleaning bill. He said HE felt bad for making me spill my coffee. He brought roses with that coffee, and all after that, is like they say, history.” Some of the girls in the group aww, and you think you hear one of them whisper to her boyfriend that she wishes he could be so romantic.
Smiling still, you discreetly check your watch. It’s almost time for the security change, so you and Hodak need to get going.
“If you’ll excuse us, I think I just saw an old friend of ours. Hopefully our paths will cross later in the evening, but for now we’ll leave you.” You get a few goodbyes and waves before you pull Hodak away from the group.
You stop when you’re close to the stairs, downing your champagne when you come to a stop. Hodak does the same and you set down your glasses on a nearby table.
“Do you want to go with the ‘we’re having a silent fight and not trying to draw attention’ route or the ‘we’re gonna sneak off to have some fun alone’ route?” Hodak gives you a look, deadpan as ever.
“Alright first one it is. I will storm off, follow closely behind me, like you’re so sorry cause you did some shady shit.” Hodak looks you up and down.
“What, it helps with a backstory. And you have done some shady shit in your life even if it wasn’t with this, so it works.” You roll your shoulders before setting your face and body language in an angry expression and start striding up the stairs.
Hodak follows closely behind, pretending to reach for your sleeve. You don’t let him, making him follow you up onto the next floor and down the corridor to the toilets closest to the office you need to get to.
When scouting out the place, the crew had found this to be the least used rooms that just about anyone could get into without raising any suspicion.
And it still is true, as there is no one in there when you get there. You quickly check all the stalls, making sure the room is empty.
It is, so you open a grate near the floor, where one of the crew had hid a stash of clothes earlier while disguised as a custodian. The vents you have to crawl through are going to be dirty, because they always are.
There’s is an opening to the vents in the ceiling that you have to go through. Waiting for the guards that roam the hall to pass, you quickly strip and change into your new outfit. It’s a full black bodysuit, only leaving your face visible, and no shoes, only fabric covered feet.
Hodak glances at you, catching a glimpse of bare chest as you change, but keeps most of his attention on the door and listening out for people coming.
When the guards have passed, you get up on one toilet, unscrewing the cover over the air vent, handing Hodak each screw, and then pushing the grate to the side. Dust whirls up, god knows what decade they were last cleaned in, you think to yourself as you grip the edges of the opening and hoist yourself up. Hodak gives you a small push from underneath, getting you the last way in, and making your mind wander for a few seconds as you feel his hands grip your legs.
Shaking your head, you focus on the mission ahead.
The space is small, dirty, and dark, but you push it to the back of your mind, knowing the layout after memorizing it just a day earlier. You have to keep yourself from sneezing a lot, which isn’t great, but you make your way nonetheless.
You come to your destination, a grate just over the desk in the office you need the external hard drive from.
The office is empty, as it should be, so gently you unscrew the grate from the inside, with some difficulty, but you manage with only saying a few swear words inside your head.
On gentle feet you lower yourself down on the desk, glad there are no papers or anything easy to disturb. Getting down on the floor behind the desk, you open the bottom drawer, where you are met with a locked safe.
But you barely pay it any mind, as you’re already punching in the code, and in seconds, it’s open, revealing a black external hard drive.
You snatch it up, locking the safe behind you and closing the drawer, before slinking back up into the vents, making sure you leave to trace.
Barely gone, you return to the bathrooms where Hodak is waiting for you, eyeing you as you get down.
You hand him the hard drive and start to take the body suit off, stuffing it back into the grate where it was before. You think you catch Hodak looking at your ass that is currently only covered with your underwear, but you can’t think about it too much right now, needing to get dressed.
You pull your pants on, zipping it up quickly. Socks and shoes next, just as quick as your pants. You throw your shirt on, and the tie follows around your neck before you even start buttoning the shirt.
Then you hear footsteps approaching the door, and it is that second you and Hodak realize that neither of you locked the damn door.
It’s not going to be a good look, you with your shirt half on, tie undone, and Hodak with a hard drive in his hand.
You have to think quickly, and come up with a plan that might work.
You jump up and sit down on the long counter with the sinks. Next pull Hodak close, taking the hard drive and stuffing it down the front of his pants, pulling his shirt over it.
You mumble a quiet ‘trust me’, and then you’re kissing him.
And not a second too soon as the door to the room opens, filling the room with chatter from the party and the two men coming in. You ignore them, focusing on kissing Hodak instead.
He isn’t making it difficult either, seeming to have caught on with your plan. His kissing is just as silently intense as he is, hands on your hips and his full focus on you.
You register a low whistle from one guy, and laughter from the other, but annoyingly, they don’t leave.
Hodak lets one hand wander into your hair and pulls it slightly, and you put your hand on his back, pulling him closer, but like this the gun hidden in the back of his pants is closer for you to reach. You can feel Hodak smirk slightly into the kiss.
You almost jump when you hear two faucets being turned on, the two guys had almost slipped your mind. You feel Hodak’s hand slip from your hip to your ribs, slowly stroking your skin, coming very close to a nipple.
“You two lovebirds have fun!” You hear before the door clicks shut. You pull away from Hodak a little bit, listening for if anyone else is coming. Hodak does the same, but neither of you let go of the other quite yet.
Ready to jump back into action if need be.
When neither of you can hear anything, you push Hodak away and get down from the counter. He seems to take the hint, going over to lock the door. He fixes his shirt so the hard drive is hidden properly, as you button up your shirt and re-do your tie.
After you get fully dressed and presentable, you give yourself one last look over in the mirror before looking at Hodak.
“Not a word about that stunt to anyone alright?” Hodak makes a cross over his heart and you can’t help but grin at his response.
down where the devil delights part 5: Demonic Folly- a Hodak/reader fic
Fic Summary: Reader/Hodak fic. Reader is an Angel with the Townsend Agency who has a chance encounter with Hodak on a solo mission that leads to more than the Reader bargained for. There’s tension and intrigue, dancing and fighting, the growth that comes with figuring out where you belong, but most importantly there’s Hodak being his sexy, deadly self and a hearty amount of smut sprinkled throughout.
Chapter summary: Hodak makes the most of your reunion before the two of you take on your first mission as part of Bosley’s network.
Part: 5/?
Word Count: 7,293
Rated: M
Tagged by request: @dantakuart , @krapivaaa-universe , @littlegangrel , @whatafuckinnerd , @starlightshowdown , @Ilovefandomsandshit-blog (some of these didn’t tag properly but if you want added, to the list, just let me know)
Author’s Note: Your eyes do not deceive you! I am back with more smutty Hodak goodness! And while I am still fueled by my passion for Hodak and determination to provide more Hodak content to the vacuum, this fic would not still be going if it weren’t for all of my wonderful readers here and on Ao3. When it takes me a while to update and I’m afraid my readers have given up on me, you guys remind me why I love writing this fic. You have consistently kept me fired up about writing this by making me feel like I'm not just shouting to the abyss and that I’m not the only one who loves Hodak. You have encouraged and supported me so much and I cherish each and every comment and message I receive. This chapter most whole-heartedly goes out to you. Thank you for sticking with me! Now onto the smut- i mean chapter!
He wasn’t even pretending to pay attention to the drama unfolding down below. Instead, his eyes were fixed firmly on you. And damn, you’d forgotten just how good it felt to have him looking at you like nothing else mattered. That, if nothing else, vanquished your resolve.
You sighed and then slowly, careful to maintain full eye contact with Hodak, you spread your legs. If you were going to fall, you might as well do it as thoroughly as possible.
Hodak’s answering grin was a reward all on its own as his fingers danced up your thighs slowly and methodically. He could have gone straight for the prize and yet his tattooed hands continued their teasing as he made small circles on your inner thigh. You could see now that even though you’d both waited so long, he wanted to stretch this as long as he could for maximum effect.
You were reasonably sure he wouldn’t take the entire opera to get to the point but you also knew he liked to take the time to get things right. Just in case, you leaned back to settle in, but in the hopes of speeding up the process, you pulled the skirt of your dress farther up and out of his way. To your delight, he took the hint and you felt his probing fingers graze the surface of your underwear.
You wanted him to move it aside and get on with it but that wasn’t his way. Instead, his hand ghosted along the outside, feeling you through the thin fabric. He circled your pussy, coming closer and closer to where you wanted him in time with the music from the orchestra. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused as he let the anticipation build.
Just when you were nearly desperate enough to try to seek relief from your own fingers, you met his eyes once more. You weren’t ready to beg but you tried to communicate with your expression that you needed more. Thankfully, he got the message and ceased his circling to stroke your entrance through your panties.
You took in a satisfied breath. He stroked again, harder this time and you could feel your arousal dampen the material. He pressed harder, flexing his fingers as he did so, providing surprising but welcome friction to your clit and soaking your underwear even more.
He had been staring at your face, taking in every microexpression but at that, he looked down for the first time and saw the wetness. He pressed even farther, and lord help you, it took more strength than you thought it should not to audibly moan. There was no way you were going to get out of this encounter silently but you knew it was far from over and you needed to last as long as you could.
This clear sign of your arousal seemed to help spur Hodak into action and now he pinched your pussy lips through the wetness and began to rub and squeeze ever so slightly, using the material to generate more friction right where you needed it. He continued this treatment until once again returning to rub your clit specifically. Your legs were spread as far as they could go given the armrests and your dress but you felt yourself trying to spread farther. You wanted him to have access to every part of you.
Hodak moved his hand up to the waistband and grabbed the material as firmly as he could and tugged, causing your soaked panties to rub against your sensitive nub in such an unexpected but marvelous way. The move shouldn’t have worked but Hodak clearly knew what he was doing as he pulled at it again, shifting the direction each time. Lord help you with what this man could do with his fingers.
Then, just as the music below reached a crescendo, his fingers went back down and found the edge before pushing your underwear aside. There you were in an elite opera box, surrounded by the rich and powerful with your pussy bare but just out of view of everyone but Hodak. You could see the orchestra, the performers on stage, and the whole of the audience in the theater but they paid you no mind. You should have felt embarrassed at the idea of Hodak fingering you in such a public place but, just like with your make out in the elevator all those months ago, you felt a thrill. There was something deliciously taboo about being able to see all of these people and none of them knowing that the sexiest and most dangerous man you have ever met was stroking your soaking wet folds with such intense attention and care.
With your underwear finally out of the way, you had been almost worried that he would begin his teasing anew but instead, he went straight to the business of pleasuring your clit. He pinched and rubbed it together before pressing tight little circles on your mound. You couldn’t help the way your legs shook and twitched at his attentions, reveling in feeling a coil of tension building within you. His fingers were insistent and tireless as he worked your nub until you came in the quietest of shaking breaths you could muster, grateful that another song had begun in full vigor.
Just as you were beginning to come down and untense, Hodak slipped one of his wicked fingers into your heat. You had just begun to relax after your release but the sudden insertion had you straightening in surprise as he finally succeeded in wresting a gasp from you. You found yourself gripping the armrests for strength. Quiet as it had been, you were still quite taken by your last come but it seemed that after all your time apart, Hodak would not be satisfied with just one orgasm from you.
After his initial forceful plunge, Hodak’s fingers slowed to a smoother pace. Fortunately, your orgasm had more than lubricated you for him. His finger made careful strokes within your core and though it wasn’t in the same way you’d been dreaming of, it felt so good to have him in you again and you couldn’t wait until this mission was over so that you could take all of him into your heat in proper fashion.
Now that he’d made you come once, Hodak seemed content to take his time. You had no idea how long he moved his finger within you, it seemed as if several songs had begun and ended, but your world had shrunk down to just your box, just the incredible man beside you pleasuring you slowly and precisely as only he knew how. He’d add and take away fingers and attend to your clit as he saw fit. You had become putty in his hands. The tension would build and fall away in time with the music. A couple of times you felt as if it was too much, gripping the armrest tightly, your breathing hitching but then Hodak would back off. He wanted this next time to be truly memorable as if to make up for lost time.
The music was building again and you too felt yourself rising towards something grand as he added a third finger to your tight, wet pussy. And then, as the drums beat out an insistent staccato, he began to pump harder and harder within you. You tried so hard to control your body but you wanted to spasm under his force. You made yourself stay as controlled as possible even as you felt something indescribable building within you.
Then he was pumping up and at an angle to hit your g-spot and you felt your control slipping away. You couldn’t get enough air and he still kept going and going and going until the music hit its loudest crescendo. When the full chorus belted out a resounding note all at once, you came with a shout you just couldn’t keep in anymore.
You’d kept scanning the audience right up until you came, sure that somebody would notice the fact that you were having a mind-blowing orgasm, and yet, not an eye was turned in your direction. It had only served to turn you on even further as Hodak continued to pump into you until you rode it out. Your chest heaving, Hodak finally removed his fingers. You felt wrung out and yet, looking about, no one had even noticed.
Miraculously, you’d gotten away with it. Spent and shaking as you were, you’d felt a temptation to see just how far you two could take things. Hodak, however, seemed content, at last, to keep his hands to himself, instinctively knowing the line of just how far he could push your endurance while still keeping you from breaking. You had half a mind to reach over and push his limits in return but by the time you’d regained enough composure to think about attempting it, the last song met its dramatic conclusion and the curtains came down for intermission to the thunderous applause of the audience.
Still high on the experience, you shakily made sure your underwear was back in place before you stood and quickly pushed through to the privacy of the curtained antechamber. As you felt more than saw Hodak follow you, you had half a mind to take him against the wall right then and there despite no longer having the cover of the opera’s orchestra to muffle you. Clinging to the last remnants of restraint you had left, you retrieved your phone from your clutch, desperate for anything you could do to occupy your hands. Your phone provided the exact distraction you needed in the form of a text from Bosley.
Hodak had started for the door when you put a hand on his arm and said, “Something’s up.”
He raised a confused eyebrow, and you showed him Bosley’s message which read:
Change of plans. Call me.
You wordlessly hit the dial button and pulled your phone up between the two of you. Hodak didn’t say anything, but you could feel him shifting into high alert mode. His eyes instinctively going to the parted curtains and scanning what he could see as if waiting for a trap to spring.
Bosley picked up on the second ring.
“What’s up?” you asked automatically.
“Twenty minutes ago my contact, Dubois, reached out to me to change the location.”
You couldn’t see John’s face but you could feel his disapproving frown from the other end of the line.
You paused. The whole point of a meeting like this was to set up protocols in neutral territory as you got to know each other. The idea of switching things up so late in the game was incredibly suspicious and very rarely led to anything but a double-cross. A fact all three of you were acutely aware of.
This whole thing had a stink to it but you wanted to at least get a full picture before you made your decision. “What is it you are hoping to get from him?”
“Mr. Dubois has connections within certain European governments that put him in the position to buy and steal classified technologies under the radar. He contacted me this week claiming to have a prototype with the latest in encryption and decryption software. He’d said he wanted to initiate negotiations on price tonight ahead of its arrival from his contact next week. When he contacted me just now he said his contact arrived tonight ahead of schedule but that you had to make the trade tonight before his contact departed in the morning.”
“That’s a bullshit excuse if I’ve ever heard one,” you remarked with a shake of your head.
“Agreed,” Bosley said.
You asked, “and what is it that he wants?”
You heard Bosley sigh. “Information but I’ll be honest with you: I don’t like the feeling I’m getting from this and I’m beginning to question if their resources are worth the risk.”
You thought on that and both men gave you space to do so which you appreciated more than you could say. They were both extremely proficient and capable and yet they were leaving the decision up to you. Bosley had always trusted your judgement and since you were the one who would be in danger if this Dubois wasn’t on the up-and-up, Bosley didn’t pretend like it was his place to make the call. He’d give you whatever information you needed to make your decision but it would ultimately be up to you.
Finally you said, “Would his tech help us move our network forward?”
There was silence before Bosley answered, “It would but if you aren’t sure you want to do this, we’ll find another way to get it.”
You nodded though he couldn’t see you and met Hodak’s gaze, arching a brow to him in silent question. Just like Bosley, you didn’t want to force Hodak to do anything he didn’t want to. He gave you a nod and a small smirk and you knew, in his own way, he was telling you he would agree with whatever choice you made.
And, that, more than anything, decided it for you. You were likely walking into a trap but, you weren’t walking in blind and, most importantly, you weren’t walking in alone. You’d seen Hodak in action before and even before you were technically on the same side, he’d still protected you and you had the utmost faith that he wouldn’t let you down.
“I’ll do it,” you then said with confidence, “text me the address.”
“You know you don’t have to,” Bosley reminded you but you could hear that familiar fondness in his voice. “He’s acting like he’s plotting a doublecross and I don’t want you to feel like you have to put yourself in danger for the sake of professional advantage. I won’t hold it against you if you change your mind.”
“I appreciate that Bos,” you finally said, your eyes locked with Hodak. “I really do, but I know we can handle it. Besides, if they are foolish enough to pull a stunt like this on our first date, I want to make sure they are held accountable for that mistake.”
You heard a pleased chuckle from the phone, “If anyone can, it’s you two. I’ll send you everything you need. Good luck.”
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The new location was at a warehouse by the docks. You and Hodak had decided to arrive a few blocks away from the location Dubois had sent Bosley. It was best to muster up before plunging into the fray. If you came the long way around, you’d be better able to spot any potential traps or any unexpected parties around the perimeter.
You parked in an abandoned garage to better hide your approach. As you got out of the car you thought that Dubois hardly could have picked a better location for a sketchy rendezvous. There were so many dark alleys and buildings and side streets in this district that would make it so easy to be ambushed. You and Hodak met at the trunk for supplies.
Annoyingly Dubois had insisted on no weapons and while you were certain he wouldn’t hold up his end, there was little point in giving him an excuse to call things off. So instead you’d bring weapons to clear the perimeter and then enter the appointed warehouse unarmed. Besides, you and Hodak were dangerous all on your own. Guns and knives might have expedited things but it wasn’t worth risking it.
You hit the catch inside the trunk to reveal the small portable armory and tech you kept in your trunk. It was a real shame you couldn’t come into the meet guns blazing, you’d just have to be more creative if it came to a fight. So you’d rely on tranq guns for the perimeter sweep and leave the rest behind. Instead of loading up, you had to attend to your first order of business: a change of clothes.
One thing you’d learned from your time with the Angels was that fashion had its time and place but a change of clothes was always helpful. With no hesitation, you kicked off your heels and slipped on a pair of black pants underneath the skirt of your gown.
You’d turned your back to Hodak to shimmy the pants on but now you looked over your shoulder at him with a brazen grin, “Unzip me?”
The look he gave you was somewhere between bemusement and lasciviousness- as if it was funny you even had to ask but also that he very much wanted to fuck you right there and then against the car and forget the mission. One of his hands dutifully pulled on the zipper while the other ghosted down the length of your spine. Your resulting shiver had nothing to do with the cold night air. When he finished, he pulled the dress down so it fell off your shoulders and landed on the grimy cement below.
Before you could turn around, you felt his breath at your neck as you heard him whisper in your ear, “Last chance to change your mind.”
He said it so simply and yet, you knew everything he didn’t say. He would follow your lead even into hell but if you wanted to forget all this and go find a private place or even another not-so-private place to fuck each other’s brains out, he would be on board for that too. He trusted your judgment and discretion but he wanted to make sure that you weren’t taking on this uncertain mission just because you felt it was what you should do, but instead because you wanted to.
You took a deep stabilizing breath as you turned around and met his devilish gaze full on. You appreciated that even though there you stood in just your pants and strapless bra, he kept his eyes on yours, caring more about connecting with you than the chance to ogle your breasts. A very strong part of you was begging you to let him take you again right then and there but a louder part was demanding that you make Dubois pay for his blatant disrespect and presumption.
So instead you grabbed the black top from the trunk and pulled it over your head before meeting his gaze once more, “I’m good. Let’s get this over with.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said and that was it. His agreement felt so grounding that you couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of having a real partner for once.
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Of course it was a fucking set up. Bosley had known it, Hodak had known it, and you’d known it the moment you heard about the change. Unfortunately, foreknowledge didn’t make what followed any more enjoyable.
Still, as irritating as it was to have to comb through and silently take out snipers and goons lurking in the surrounding buildings and upper perches of the warehouse before the rendezvous, it was also an affirmation from the universe to always trust your instincts. You were glad that Bosley had negotiated for more time before the meeting because you needed every minute to keep what was supposed to be a simple negotiation from becoming an utter ambush. You and Hodak had done your best to be as quiet and subtle as you could. No doubt, Dubois still had a squad of goons waiting with him but you did what you could to level the playing field without raising suspicions.
It was all very frustrating but at the appointed time, when you and Hodak had swung back around to the main and expected entrance to the warehouse you had to get what pleasure you could out of knowing that Dubois was down at least a dozen guys and didn’t even know it. He may have heard of your prowess or Bosley’s reputation based on the amount of back up he’d brought but you figured he’d had no expectation at all that you could possibly win. You were only a woman after all and Hodak had been too late of an addition for Dubois to have known to prepare for a man of his skill.
Dubois wasn’t a particularly imposing figure either. He seemed more the type to rely upon machinations and money to make his way in the world. Physically he was of average height with a narrow face. You didn’t doubt that there were circles in which you could see him being perceived as attractive but the smug set to his mouth completely ruined the effect for you. Confidence, when it was earned, could be attractive- Hodak had proved that- but, by your account, Dubois had done nothing to warrant such self-satisfaction.
Dubois stood about 60 feet from the door making you and Hodak walk across the expanse to meet him. You could only see four other men with him but with all the crates and shipping containers throughout this section of the warehouse, you could feel there were more that you couldn't see, though thanks to your foresight, there were far less than Dubois believed.
When you were about 15 feet away from him, one of the men at his side came forward with a hand-held metal detector to scan for weapons. You and Hodak submitted to it without comment but, of course, Dubois and his men didn’t scan themselves for your benefit. At this point, Dubois had already revealed the strength of his character many times over and you had no doubt hypocrisy was another of his defects. You’d honestly be more surprised if he wasn’t packing.
Abandoning all vestiges of civility, he didn't even bother introducing himself, so self-assured and arrogant he was in his cowardly plan.
If he wasn’t going to even make a show at manners, you saw no reason to either, skipping straight to business, “Do you have the software?”
The taller man next to Dubois started to speak, “Yes, it’s-”
But Dubois cut him off quickly, instead saying, “It's close by.”
You looked to the taller man for a moment, having seen a flicker of reasoning in him before Dubois stopped him. Shame, it didn’t look like reasonable would be on the menu as long as Dubois was at the table. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and cross your arms, you had to be impassive. Men like Dubois didn’t often deal well with women expressing emotion that wasn’t pure adoration.
“What information did you want in exchange for it?” You asked, already exhausted by his attitude.
“Nothing you’re going to have to worry about,” he said dismissively before he turned his back to you and raised one hand, shouting, “Now.”
Men emerged from behind boxes and shelves all around you and Hodak. The only thing about this turn of events that surprised you was how little interest Dubois had shown in even the pretense of negotiation and good business sense. The time was finally at hand to focus on making it through this fight so you could make him regret underestimating you.
As at least a dozen men advanced on you, it struck you that, if nothing else, Dubois had really done his best to hedge his bets by numbers alone. Luckily for you, even including the men you and Hodak had already dispatched, his estimation of your skill was still off. You didn’t know whether to be more insulted at his double-cross or flattered that he’d recruited two dozen men for tonight’s purpose. That’s not to say that it was an easy fight. Twelve against two wasn’t the best odds but you’d been up against worse during your time as an angel and that was without Hodak on your side.
You were pretty sure that you were going to get out of this but one thing you learned was to never assume you had the upper hand. You knew that the moment you decided you couldn’t lose was the moment you did. You’d seen more proficient fighters taken down by getting cocky. You couldn’t afford any mistakes tonight with these odds.
You and Hodak had silently split the dozen between you but you were sure to keep all of your senses on high alert in case of any surprises. You couldn’t devote much attention to Hodak’s progress but from what you gleaned from the periphery you could tell Hodak was holding his own quite well. Meanwhile, you tore through the first three in a rage, using your anger as an anchor and a motivator.
The goons you’d already taken out before meeting Dubois weren’t exceptionally skilled but it seemed as though Dubois had had the sense to keep those who were closer at hand. Of course, it didn’t help that you weren’t completely fresh in this fight. The hardest part was to keep moving and striking to keep your three remaining attackers from boxing you in or coming at you from your blind spots. It was exhausting and they definitely got in a few shots but you gave even more than you got, keeping up a rotation of blows to keep them all from charging at once. Based on their size and skill, it would be all too easy for them to overcome you, you just had to keep moving. You still felt a kind of energy that you couldn’t explain and you couldn’t help but think that perhaps Hodak was proving to be both incentive and encouragement. You weren’t alone in this fight quite literally and that fact seemed to bolster you.
After breaking the nose of one of your remaining assailants and knocking another off his feet, the third decided to overcompensate and come at you kicking, forcing you to retreat. You tensed immediately though when your back hit something solid, worried that you might have just backed right into one of the other men Hodak was fighting. A quick look back, however, quelled your fears. You saw a glimpse of the tattoos on Hodak’s neck and just the glimmer of a reassuring smirk from him before you both turned back to your respective combatants. There was something very alluring and attractive about fighting beside a popper partner who could hold his own.
Comforted by Hodak’s presence, you surged forward and launched yourself at the man who’d just kicked at you. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you were able to effectively trap his arms at his side so he couldn’t pry you off. Squeezing with your legs to increase your stability, you caught his head in a tight chokehold. He stumbled backward as you cut off his oxygen supply, unintentionally carrying you out of range of his fellows as he did so. Like a bull trying to dislodge its rider, he tried to shake you loose, but you held on even tighter- this wasn’t your first rodeo after all. Finally, you felt him go still as he passed out, careful to jump off just before he fell.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and identified it as hostile from its grip. Not wanting to waste any time by looking back, you launched into action. Grabbing the hand, you pulled it forward before taking hold of his elbow and yanking as hard as you could as you leaned forward, deftly flipping the man over your shoulder. When he landed on his side in front of you saw it was the one whose nose you’d broken. You’d definitely winded him but for added insurance, you stomped right on his knee. He wouldn’t be joining the fight again tonight.
The final man was taller and had some weight on you but he seemed a little hesitant. It was likely his wariness stemmed from being the last man standing. In fights like these, however, it was important to take whatever advantage you could, and his hesitance wasn’t one you could afford to ignore. This time you went on the offensive and delivered a swift kick to his upper leg. The man immediately began to buckle as the blow caused the muscles in his thigh to go numb. As he tried to regain his balance, you followed up with a swift hit with the flat of your hand against his jaw.
The man tried to retaliate with a blind swing but, given his discombobulated state, you were able to stop his arm easily. It wasn’t pleasant but you had to do what you could to take him out of the fight as quickly as possible. Resigned, you then wrenched his arm at just the wrong angle until you heard a crack that meant you’d successfully broken his arm. The man groaned and when he fell, he didn’t get back up again, either unwilling or unable to continue the fight.
In case he changed his mind, you moved out of his physical range before looking around to check if anyone else was left. You were just in time to see Hodak take down the last of his attackers. You met his gaze briefly, and you both verified the other had not sustained any major injuries. Reassured with that you found, you turned simultaneously to see where Dubois had been hiding.
Dubois, spineless rat that he was, had tried to keep back from the fighting but as the number of men left standing had continued to dwindle, he’d clearly begun to realize the mistake he had made. You could see the fear in Dubois’s eyes as the two of you advanced on him. Panicking, he reached behind him and retrieved a gun from his belt. It had been the height of arrogance and stupidity for him to not have used it on you when he had the chance but either he hadn’t been able to imagine he could lose or he was counting on the backup you’d already eliminated to come to his rescue before it got to this point.
In any case, Hodak was able to wrench it from his grasp before Dubois could do any damage. For good measure, Hodak took hold of his wrist and twisted it behind Dubois, forcing the foolish man to his knees with a yelp of pain. Hodak then released his arm in favor of holding Dubois’s own gun to his temple. As far as you were concerned, the man deserved far worse for the stunt he’d just tried to pull, and relatively speaking, things could have gone far worse for him. True, you’d incapacitated all of his men but at least most of them were still breathing.
Alright, it was time for you to get to the bottom of this.
“Do you have any idea how stupid you just were, Mr. Dubois? If you weren’t happy with the original arrangement you made with Bosley, we would have been more than happy to negotiate. We could have forged a happy and long-lasting alliance. But instead, you got greedy and decided to try to strong-arm the situation.” As he stared daggers up at you, you couldn’t resist adding, “how’d that work out for you and your arm?”
As it was a rhetorical question you didn’t expect a response but you still wanted to know what the point was in attacking you. So you asked, “What was your plan anyway? How would taking us out help you get the information you were trying to trade for?”
When Dubois didn’t answer, Hodak cracked him in the head with the gun once. Dubois cursed in French as he clutched the wound. Finally, he glared up at you and infused his voice with as much venom as he could muster given his position, “I wasn’t going to kill you, bitch.”
You registered Hodak’s hand ever so slightly clenching around the gun as if resisting the urge to pistol-whip him again for the insult. You cast your gaze around the men laying prone around you as if the sheer volume of force Dubois had tried to employ said otherwise.
“Then what? Why go through all this?”
Dubois glared up at Hodak and you got the feeling that he knew Hodak wasn’t going to like what he was about to say, but he continued anyway, “Another party interested in the software emerged but I still needed the information Bosley had. When he told me you were his top agent I figured he'd trade anything to get you back.”
You could feel the rage radiating off of Hodak in waves even as your own stomach clenched. Every part of you resented the idea of being used as some kind of bargaining chip, especially against Bosley.
“Congratulations Mr. Dubois, I didn’t think you could prove to be more of an idiot and coward than I’d already thought but here we are. You clearly don’t know Bosley. Even if you’d been successful, he would have rained hell upon you before giving you what you wanted. As it is, he might still want to after all this nonsense.” You paused and considered, trying to be more forward-thinking for this new enterprise, “Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous. If you tell us where your end of the deal is I’ll let you and whoever still can walk out of here.”
A vein in Hodak’s neck indicated he was feeling decidedly less generous but he didn’t contradict you, backing your play. Dubois, however, didn’t seem to appreciate your magnanimity and remained stubbornly silent, glaring at you as if he could win some sort of award for stupidity. You could see in his eyes that watching you defeat a veritable squad of men had done nothing to show him the error of his ways. He seemed to think he still had something to gain as if even after trying to kill Hodak and use you as a hostage, he thought he could continue on his merry way unscathed. As if he could renege on business dealings and still get his prize. He’d learned nothing from this and would likely try to enact some kind of revenge for you foiling his plan at some later date.
You looked to Hodak, unsure what options such bullheaded stupidity left you with. When Hodak met your gaze, you saw no such indecision in him. Hodak knew exactly what should be done and you could see what he had planned and in that moment, you couldn’t find any will within you to stop him. Dubois was never going to forgive you for embarrassing him. He would not let this stand. He would come for you eventually and he’d try to hurt you and the family you were making with Hodak and Bosley,. Maybe with enough time, money, and determination, he might even succeed.
Hodak looked to you and waited, waited for you to say anything, waited for you to make a different call, and stay his hand. You didn’t.
Instead, you looked to Dubois and said, “Last chance.”
Dubois just spat at your feet. You looked at the gross display, at the proud hate on his face, and then looked to Hodak. Hodak nodded and you looked away.
A shot rang out and Dubois crumpled to the ground. You allowed yourself one moment to breathe and to acknowledge the gravity of everything that had happened. Then you took a steadying breath and looked out to the group of men you and Hodak had just taken out. Many remained knocked out but a few were still conscious just in a great deal of pain.
“Who’s the second-in-command?” you called out, proud at how unemotional your voice sounded considering everything that had happened.
At first, no one answered and you worried you’d have to go about this the hard way but before your patience ran out- the man whose arm you had just broken- sat up and found his awkward way to his feet. Even as he winced briefly, cradling his arm, he still found a way to his feet and stood a short distance away.
“I am,” He said and you found you respected his composure.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Gerard.”
You took a step closer to better size him up, careful to keep your stance non-threatening. You recognized him as the one who’d tried to speak up earlier as well as the one who’d hesitated in attacking you. He had a broad face and dark skin as well as a certain kind of intelligence in his eyes. You didn’t see any of the hate or contempt you had seen in Dubois, just resignation.
“Congratulations on your promotion, Gerard,” you said levelly. “I trust we won’t have any trouble coming to an arrangement.”
Gerard didn’t balk and you could tell he had grasped how things stood between you. You didn’t want to have to kill anyone and, your earlier fight with Gerard aside, you had no direct animosity against the man, especially if he could be reasoned with.
Gerard shifted the position of his arm as best he could and then looked to Dubois’s body ruefully.
“I’d told him he was a fool to try this,” he sighed before pointing with his good arm, “you’ll find what you’re after in his left breast pocket.”
You looked to Hodak who raised a questioning eyebrow. It amused and intrigued you that even though he’d resumed his silence in the presence of others, you could still perfectly understand him. You nodded. Keeping his gun pointed at Gerard, Hodak crouched down briefly and retrieved what looked like a bulkier USB drive before standing to hand it to you.
It certainly looked capable of being what you needed but there was only so much you could verify without a computer. You regarded Gerard carefully before finally saying, “If this isn’t what we were promised, we will find you.”
You left it at that because Bosley had always taught you that the most effective threats were left to the imagination. Let Gerard concoct his own worst-case scenarios.
“I have no doubt you would but it’s all there. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistakes Dubois did,” he said clearly.
“I should hope not,” you said with the slightest of smirks. Yes, Gerard would make for a more level-headed ally than Dubois ever could have been. He appeared to have enough sense not to take you breaking his arm personally and didn’t seem fond enough of Dubois for you to worry about a revenge spree for his death. “I don’t see any reason why we can’t come to a fruitful partnership now that all this unpleasantness is over.”
Gerard straightened and, seeing the flash of emotions cross his face, you realized that he hadn’t been sure he’d be walking out of here. Good. While the steps you were forced to take were unpleasant, there were certain advantages to the perception of sparing someone’s life. With the memory of this night and your generosity with his life, he was likely to be more compliant and much less willing to risk crossing you in the future. There were some who would take that as a challenge, and Dubois was definitely one of them but Gerard was not cut from the same foolhardy cloth.
“You know how to contact us in case you come across anything else we might find useful?” you asked.
“I do,” he answered.
“Good,” you looked again at the prone men around the warehouse, “I trust we don’t have to worry about reprisals from your men.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t,” he said before motioning with his head around the area, “I’ll also clean up Dubois’ mess.”
“Very well,” you said then tapped the USB drive, tucking the device into your pocket. “We’ll be in touch if we have any problems.”
With that, you then turned around and strode confidently to the exit, trusting Hodak to act if anyone got any dumb ideas about your back being turned. As you walked, you worked hard to keep your breathing normal, to keep up the calm and cool exterior that you needed these men to see, to not let your frayed nerves show. This was not a place where you could afford to show weakness. That could keep until this evening when you were safe at your luxurious apartment.
Walking out of the warehouse you took a step to the side and paused just beside the door, leaning against the wall with your eyes closed. A minute later you felt a familiar presence beside you and a hand on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Hodak looking at you with concern. He knew you couldn’t get into how you were feeling now but, if nothing else, you were comforted by his concern for you. You weren’t alone in any of this and, as he had proved several times already, he’d be damned if he let anyone hurt you.
What happened with Dubois, letting Hodak kill him that is, was all a first for you. And a brutal one at that. You just had to remind yourself that Dubois had struck first and would not have shown you any mercy if your roles were reversed. Now you could be certain that he would never hurt you or Hodak ever again.
It was also no small thing that you and Hodak had just faced what would have very nearly been overwhelming odds and you’d not only survived but come out on top with the tech you needed and a potential new partnership to boot. It made you feel like you might actually be able to pull this off. That you hadn’t been crazy when you put all your eggs in this basket and quit the Townsend Agency.
You stepped off the wall, taking strength in the assurance of Hodak beside you once more. You’d unpack everything that had happened later but for now you were going to enjoy being with Hodak and having the rest of the night at least to do so. Lest you get so wrapped up in that enjoyment and forget, you pulled out your phone and sent Bosley a quick text.
You: It was an ambush as we had predicted but we’re fine and I’ve got the tech.
Bosley: I’m glad you’re safe. What of Dubois?
You: He won’t be causing anyone any more problems.
Bosley: Glad to hear it. We’ll catch up and debrief later. Feel free to take the next couple of days off. You’ve more than earned it.
You: Thanks Bos!
You put the phone away and turned to Hodak once more, a smile on your face.
“What do you say we go back to my place and ravish each other properly?” you asked playfully as you held your hand out to him. You enjoyed the fact that you could cut right to the chase. Unlike with others you had dated, you didn’t have to play coy with Hodak. He would never be turned off by bold advances or you speaking your mind.
Hodak was not an effusive or extremely emotive man but there was a warmth in his eyes that sparked something in you when he took your hand. He motioned in the direction of where your car was parked.
“Lead the way,” he said simply. The way he said it and the way he gripped your hand securely and confidently, told you what you already knew- that he would follow you anywhere.
It had been one roller-coaster of an evening with the most exquisite highs and nerve-wracking lows. But thinking of the ecstasy Hodak had shown you at the opera and the debauchery that was no doubt to come by the time the night was over, you couldn’t regret it. Perhaps by the standards of the Angels, you’d fallen from grace, but, with Hodak by your side, it felt an awful lot like flying.
Author’s Note: This probably sounds like it could be the end of this fic but it’s not! I just thought it would be nice to not end on a cliffhanger for once. I still have more I want to explore with these characters and (of course) Hodak in particular. Also! I tried to tag a couple of the readers who wanted to be added to the tag list, but tumblr wouldn’t let me, so please let me know if this was you as well as if anyone else wants to be added.
Thank you again for reading and I hope it was worth the wait!
I watched this movie this other day, and ho boy. If you see any typos, please tell me. (AO3) (Part 2)
Warnings: Canon typical violence
Wordcount: 1163
Summary: In your line of work not many can survive, and on top of that, work well together.
You met Hodak for the first time many years ago when working a job. He had been one of the hired hands for the job, and so had you. The rest of the crew had not been, all from the same gang.
They had all a familiarity with each other which made Hodak and you stand out amongst them, which is perhaps why you had gravitated towards him during the briefing.
Neither of you spoke, but you sent him clear glances and expressions that told you what you thought about the crew that hired you. They were barely above normal street thugs, but they paid your rate, so you really didn’t care.
Hodak tried to keep his face made of stone, but years of reading people told you that he found it bemusing. If it was the situation, the crew, or just you, you couldn’t tell, but you didn’t care. At least there was someone that might share your opinion that the crew wasn’t as hot as they thought it was.
During that job it also turned out you and Hodak work well together. He was supposed to just stand around and look intimidating while you were supposed to keep a watchful from your sniping point, but the job went to shit.
The main guy, your employer, started arguing with the other boss, and it ended when the boss shot your guy in the leg. Both crews were quick to bring their guns out and start shooting. Hodak did quick work of those nearest to him, as you took out a few more while quietly narrating through your earpiece with the rest of the crew.
Hodak moves forward to take out more guys, but doesn’t see the guy coming up behind him and taking aim.
You dispatch the guy quickly, Hodak doesn’t even flinch when the guy’s head explodes in red when he’s half turned around to take care of him. Blood splatters all over his face, he simply moves on to the next guy, and so do you.
The fight ends with your employer shooting the other boss in the face while the boss’s crew lies dead around him. Of your employers crew, there are now only two left outside you and Hodak. You sigh into your connection, annoyed. This was not how it was supposed to go down.
But oh well, not your problem, you were just hired to be a sniper, not the clean up crew.
“This gentlemen, is where I bid you farewell. May our paths never cross again.” Hodak seems to share the same sentiment, as after a brief turn towards your spot, he walks away with your employer yelling after him. You can’t hear and neither do you care, as you take out your earpiece and leave.
Your paths do however cross again. Multiple times in fact. It’s never on purpose, but it keeps happening. In your line of work there are few that survive long, so after a while it just becomes natural to see the same people every so often.
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The second time you see him is just three weeks later, on a totally different job. This time all hands are hired and your employer is more competent, but still you find yourself gravitating towards Hodak. You stand together during the briefing, following every word that is being said closely, but still keeping your eye on the silent person next to you. Yet again neither of you speak, but you don’t feel like you need to.
This time the job goes smoothly, so no one even needs to fire a gun. There is of course some blood and violence, but just not by your or Hodak’s hand. This time when your crew disperse, your words are similar, but very different from last time.
“This is where I bid you farewell, may our paths cross again.” You catch the smallest twitch of a smirk from Hodak at your words before you all leave.
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The third time you immediately stand next to Hodak when you spot him. He raises an eyebrow, but comments on it no further.
After a while, you stop counting. You meet him often enough over the years that he becomes one of the few constants in your life except for your guns, dirty money, and blood.
It’s an odd sense of comfort, but you know as soon as you see Hodak on a job, you’re slightly more likely to get out alive if a job goes bad.
You don’t really know how Hodak feels about you, but at least he doesn’t seem to mind you. You have never heard the guy speak, he barely makes any noise to give any inclination of what he is thinking, but you learn over the years to read his face almost like an open book.
You also start to learn more mundane things about your fellow assassin and mercenary.
You learn that he takes his coffee black with one sugar cube, that he hates country music (that mission you turned up the radio and started singing along to some country song had been the closest you had ever been to death you think), and that his favorite candy is licorice.
He’s a weird guy, but so is you, so you make it work.
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After many years of knowing Hodak, you end up in one of the weirdest situations you could ever imagine with him.
You were hired to be the eyes in the sky for a mission with a few other snipers, while Hodak was supposed to infiltrate a party with a female assassin and thief, posing as a couple to avoid suspicion if they were to be seen together while extracting the information they needed.
However, it doesn’t go that way. The woman gets food poisoning of all things the day before the party. This leaves the crew with no one to go in with Hodak as the rest of the crew is just men. Someone suggests that he should just go in alone, the boss refuses, saying someone else needs to go so the other can be Hodak’s eyes and ears or the other way around. Irritated, you volunteer.
“I got decent skills as a thief, and we can still pass me and Hodak off as a couple.” Some of the other guys look at you like you just grew three heads. Hodak has the same expression of neutrality as always, and you can tell he doesn’t really care.
“Are you sure? You could go as friends or brothers.” Your employer says, you snort and so does Hodak. Now everyone looks at Hodak like he has grown three heads.
“You were the one who said yesterday that most people are going to be couples, and since we don’t want to stand out, this would work a lot better.”
“Alright then. You up for it Hodak?” Your employer looks to Hodak, and he gives the slightest of nods.
down where the devil delights- a Hodak/Reader fic Masterpost
Summary: Reader is an Angel with the Townsend Agency who has a chance encounter with Hodak on a solo mission that leads to more than the Reader bargained for. There's tension and intrigue, dancing and fighting, the growth that comes with figuring out where you belong, but most importantly there's Hodak being his sexy, deadly self and a hearty amount of smut sprinkled throughout.
Rating: M- Explicit
Chapters: 6/?
Status: Ongoing
Last Updated: Feb/2024
Running word count: 39,396
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Summary: Reader is an Angel with the Townsend Agency assigned to gather intel at a gala that's covering for black market trades. You arrive the night before and is looking to blow off some tension. You may get more than you bargain for when you encounter Hodak in the hotel bar and find he has a similar idea in mind.
Author’s Note: I’m a bit rusty at smut but I had this idea and I had to run with it. You’re welcome.
Working as an Angel for the Townsend Agency, you’d always enjoyed the big shindig operations. Bosley had been given information that this fundraising gala was being used as a cover for a number of under-the-table black market deals between the criminal elite. It wasn’t your job to stop all of them, more to surveil and record the transactions and place tracking devices where applicable. The intel from tomorrow’s mission would provide more than enough for you to investigate further over the next couple of months.
Most of the deals that would be taking place were low level and not time-sensitive save for two. Your number one priority was to find the location of a suitcase nuke that was being sold off tomorrow and steal it or, barring that, disarm it. If it was being held with other goods on sale tomorrow then more’s the better but you couldn’t let the armed nuclear weapon leave this hotel without disarming it.
Bosley also had tasked you with identifying the new spokesperson for a particular drug cartel and make introductions with him for a later operation. It was all fairly standard and nothing more difficult than you’d undertaken before. Bosley had offered to call in backup but you’d shrugged it off. You worked better alone and this was certainly nothing you couldn’t handle.
Your fellow angels were the best of the best and all highly trained and qualified. You could relate to them more than anyone else and you certainly felt a connection but you’d always thought that surrounding yourself with other people just increased the opportunities to get hurt. You knew in your gut that they would always have your back but you felt you were more efficient without them. It wasn’t that you thought they would slow you down, more that you’d seen enough missions become compromised out of concern for one another. It was easier to just take them out of the equation.
You had lost fellow angels before and didn’t want to put yourself in that position again. Teams weren’t required for all jobs and the Townsend agency certainly would never force one on you but you knew you were an oddity among the agency that had always fostered a sense of unity. You just preferred to stay on the move. If you didn’t get attached to anyone you couldn’t get hurt.
The same also applied to your personal life. Your travels and missions meant you were always moving from one city or country to the next. You’d had a string of lovers and one night stands all over the globe but never anything more or serious. You had a few habitual lovers scattered around the world but no relationships or exes to speak of. It was better that way. Better that you were free and unattached. You were more productive that way. The only person you had regular contact with was Bosley, but as he was the original he oversaw several other Angels and he had also always respected your boundaries and privacy. For this mission, Bosley would be waiting for you at the safe house two days from now and only a comm-link away if you ran into trouble.
You’d arrived at the hotel the night before to get the lay of the land and set up your surveillance and tap into the hotel’s security feed. The gala was set for tomorrow night and most of the major players wouldn’t even arrive until the morning but you preferred to be prepared. It was also easier to set things up with fewer people poking around. Most of the influential criminals liked to come with their own security and you knew you’d never be able to set up and hide your devices with so many armed thugs snooping around.
You were striking and distracting when you wanted to be but with the right outfit and demeanor you had perfected the art of blending in. You’d tapped into their security feed and even set up your own. You clocked the guards' rotations and made mental notes of traffic patterns so you could plan the best escape routes. Most of this was window dressing and more just back up for the actual plan you and Bosley had already laid out.
After everything was set and you’d finished surreptitiously surveying the common areas of the hotel a handful of times, you made your way to the hotel bar. Despite your rounds, you felt restless as you often did before an op. There was just this build-up of energy that you knew wouldn’t dissipate until the job was over but you had your methods of alleviating the worst of the tension.
You’d kept your hair up and your outfit plain while getting the lay of the land but a quick stop to your room changed all that. Your skirt was long enough for your liking but short enough to catch eyes. You had let your hair curtain down one side to better show off your exposed shoulder in your one strapped black dress.
When you set the bait like this you never lacked for offers from any number of interested parties but you had to weed out those that would not suit your needs. Anyone who sought to possess you or win you as a prize was out. Anyone who didn’t look like they’d know what to do was also out of the running. You wanted someone who’d give you a good time and not expect anything else from you. In the mood you were in, you needed a workout and someone who would know how to scratch that particular itch.
You’d mostly spent the last hour or so coyly but firmly detaching yourself from all the undesirable offers. The night was still young and this was a location that was only going to get more populated. The hotel bar patrons were all more or less the same- douchebros trying to prove themselves by creeping on every woman, not with a man, gaggles of girls tipsy and giggling, and couples in various stages of dating. Nobody had really tempted you until the man with the tattoos walked in.
He had a different air to him entirely. He was composed and focused and moved in a way that could lend itself to invisibility. From where you sat at the end of the bar you watched as he moved smoothly through the crowd like a shark through water. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was about him that fascinated you so much. If it weren’t for the tattoos peeking out from beneath his collar, he might have been nondescript.
As he made his way to the bar, he moved with a precision and focus that captivated you. He looked like a man who would know how to handle you. He might just be what you were looking for.
He had stopped at the other end of the bar from you and was waiting for the bartender as you watched him. He stilled then, almost as if he'd felt your eyes on him and turned his gaze to meet yours. If you were someone else you might have been ashamed to have been caught staring but you were you so you held his stare. As his green eyes bored into yours, you slowly reached for your drink without breaking eye contact, you licked your lips and took a pull as he studied you.
Just then the bartender stepped up to the captivating man and without lifting his gaze from you, placed his order. You looked away from the weight of his stare and took the opportunity to take a longer draught of your drink to calm yourself.
You had a fish in your net alright, but there was something different about him to anyone else you’d encountered, he was a shark among shrimp compared to the rest of the bar’s patrons. You had a moment where you wondered if you might be biting off more than you can chew but you weren’t about to turn back now.
You could feel him approaching you but you made a show of intentionally not looking at him as you put your drink down and adjusted your position only to look up as he audibly placed his glass on the bar beside you. He was staring you down and you felt a shiver of excitement. He was a very intimidating presence but you found yourself undeniably attracted to his particular brand of intensity.
There was a sharp intelligence in his eyes that was also very attractive. This man was certainly never going to ask what your sign was or ask if you were from Tennessee. He’d never waste your time with idle chatter but if you were very lucky, you two would hardly talk at all and he might find more useful things to do with his mouth.
“You got a name?” you asked as you openly looked him up and down, taking in his crisp vest over a black button-up shirt. You noticed more tattoos on the backs of both hands blossoming from beneath the sleeves.
He quirked an eyebrow as if amused by the question like he found it to be inconsequential, but he said “Hodak.” then added on, almost like an afterthought, “You?”
Hodak was certainly an unusual enough name that it could have been his first or last, which intrigued you. But he was right, it didn’t matter, you just liked to know what name to curse or thank if it was good sex.
“Y/N,” you answered.
“Y/N” he repeated and raised his drink in a mock salute before bringing it to his lips as you did the same.
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You’d been right. He was a man of few words and it soon became clear that both of you had the same idea in mind and with a crisp bill placed on the counter for your drinks, you were both leaving the bar and heading to the elevator.
Once inside he positioned himself by the floor buttons and turned to you with an eyebrow raised, “What floor is your room on?”
“What floor is yours?” you countered.
Considering you’d planned this kind of rendezvous when you’d left your room, you’d secured all your Townsend tech and gear but this was a game of who had the upper hand and you weren’t willing to concede to him.
He gave you a bemused expression as if you had just become more interesting before he hit the button for floor 13. You were trapped in his gaze but your training had heightened your ability to see in your periphery and, as you continued your staring contest, you could see a man in a suit approaching the elevator.
“Hold the elevator!” the man called imperiously.
In any other situation you might have put out a hand to stop the doors but you were frozen in place, arousal pooling within you at being the sole focus of Hodak's attention.
For his part, your staring partner started to reach out and for a split second, you thought he might try to hold the doors but instead he hit the Door Close button and they slid closed just before the man in the suit could reach out and stop it.
“Why did you do that?” you asked, intrigued and not complaining.
“So that I could do this,” he said matter-of-factly and suddenly he had closed the distance between you, his tattooed hands coming up to run through your hair. He tugged slightly, your head following the motion and pulling to one side and then his lips were on your neck and you couldn’t help the moan that left you.
You brought your hands up to his neck as well, half pulling him in lest he think of stopping. Very aware of the fact that you were in a public elevator and the doors could open any second, you didn’t allow yourself to be completely swept away or close your eyes as he kissed your neck and found your pulse point. Instead, you traced your thumb along the edges of the vibrant tattoo on his neck in front of you. You couldn’t quite make out what the design was- there were abstract swirls and flashes of red but needless to say you weren’t exactly devoting all your attention to it. Your other hand arced down his neck to hold onto his bicep.
One of his hands remained wrapped in your hair when the other came down to caress your bare shoulder. You saw a tattoo of a compass on the back of his hand. You wondered at the significance but were soon distracted from such wondering when his hand continued trailing down down your arm and then slid from your fingers to your thigh. He began pulling at the material of your skirt ever so slightly. Your eyes, slightly lidded before jolted open as his fingers found the skin of your thigh.
His other hand still in your hair felt you start and he paused just slightly in his motions and you could just see him watching you out of the corner of his eye as if daring you to stop him. Maybe the reasonable and discreet part of your brain was suggesting you hold off until you got to his room but a stronger part of you felt a thrill at the idea of discovery. He was already doing such sinful things with his mouth you were dying to see what he might do with his fingers.
You gave an experimental tug to his hair and he took that as assent and resumed his attentions to your neck as his hand crept higher up your bare thigh.
Then, just as his hand was about to reach the edge of your underwear the elevator dinged and there was just enough time to pull apart before the doors opened and your neck felt cold from the lack of his hot mouth on you. His right hand had let go of your hair and his left hand had dropped out from beneath your skirt but continued to ghost ever so slightly at your thigh by the hem of your dress.
You didn’t even want to think about how you looked but happily, there wasn’t anyone waiting for the elevator. He strode into the hallway without looking back to see if you were following. You both knew there was no chance of stopping now. He walked with that same smooth efficiency that was honestly such a turn on. There was something deeply attractive about a man who knows what he wants.
As you caught up with him, you contemplated feeling up his ass but you had a feeling that once you got your hands on him you wouldn’t be able to stop and getting caught fucking in the hotel hallway might put a hitch on your operation tomorrow. Happily, you didn’t have long to go before you arrived at his room.
Wasting no time, he already had his key out and opened the door in one fluid motion. You passed him as he held the door and entered his dark room. You had only just stepped in when the lights turned on and you heard him close and lock the door behind you. You made to turn and face him only to feel his hand around your wrist as he tugged you to him and unceremoniously shoved you against the door.
Right to the chase then, just like you liked it. The door was hard against your back but you could hardly focus on that as he captured your mouth for the first time. His lips were crushing but you drove right back, before taking his bottom lip between your teeth just as your hands came up to grip his collar and bring him even closer.
One of his hands meanwhile was back on your bare shoulder and you sent a silent thank you to Bosley for stocking this dress in the Townsend closet. Thoughts of Bosley were swiftly driven from your head as his hand moved between you to firmly cup your breast.
You pulled back ever so slightly with a gasp as he found your nipple through the fabric of your dress and pinched. He then gave you a downright devilish smirk at your response and pinched again before pulling you back to him with his other hand to reclaim your mouth. His tongue pushed against your lips which you then opened almost on instinct. As his tongue proceeded to plunder your mouth, his hand then made the best use of your one-shouldered dress as he found the zipper on your side and slowly inched it down enough to reveal your strapless bra. He then returned his hand to fondle your breast through the silky black material.
He wasn’t done though and soon was sliding his expert fingers to your back and beneath the material of your dress and quickly undid the bra’s clasp. He tugged at the offending garment and pulled it out from underneath your dress in one fluid motion and flung it away.
His hand returned to massage your now exposed breast. His tongue then disentangled itself from yours as his mouth trailed a line of kisses down from your lips to your throat before he took your taut nipple in his mouth. You became acutely acquainted with how correct you were in your earlier assessment that he could do more useful things with his mouth than hold a conversation. Who needed small talk when he could do this?
One of his hands gripped your shoulder, pushing you further against the door while his other hand now slid beneath your dress to tease your other nipple. You used your free hand to hold onto his neck in encouragement.
Another moan escaped you as he tweaked one nipple at the same time he scraped his teeth against the other. The look he gave you was like that of a cat that caught the canary: predatory and satisfactory all at once.
Too soon for your liking, his mouth left off their ministrations as he reclaimed your lips with his. You wasted no time and proceeded to grab hold of his vest and begin slipping it off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it without breaking contact. Your hands were quick to tackle the buttons of his black button-up, working your way down.
As his shirt opened you caught sight of even more tattoos, and you were quick to smooth your hands across his upper chest where rose tattoos bloomed across his shoulder blades. You eased your hands under his open shirt and eased it off, taking pleasure in running your hands across his toned shoulders. Hodak helped you pull the shirt sleeves off his hands and drop it on the floor.
You ran your hands down his arms revealing more tattoos as you went.. He was deceptively built. You’d had a suspicion that he was muscled but you were more than confirmed in your suspicions. He had a subtle and understated power to his movements and you were practically buzzing with anticipation for what was to come.
You didn’t bother holding back your wandering hands, reveling in running your hands down his back and mapping his planes with your fingertips. His own hands continued his exploration as he continued what he’d started in the elevator, as he found the hem of your dress and eased it up, grazing your thigh with his thumb as he went. When it was high enough he traced his fingertips along the waistband of your underwear. You grabbed onto his shoulders, not to stop him but because you had a feeling you were going to need something to hold onto.
He had that satisfied grin again as he seemed to take a unique pleasure in teasing around the edges of your panties before cupping your sex through the thin layer. You were already wet and you could tell he felt it when he looked up at you from his progress with a smug look on his face.
Another man might have taunted you for it, but words were superfluous to Hodak and he used them sparingly, his actions saying more than enough. Besides, any words would have been wasted on you at that moment.
You traced one of your hands from his shoulder up to his neck to pull him closer and capture his lips with your own. There was no art to this kiss but you were fine with that, you’d prefer to leave the art to him and his hands.
He rubbed your clit through your underwear and you moaned against his mouth loudly. You felt him smirk against yours. He didn’t stop there though. Hodak’s fingers continued their careful probing and the slow careful motions caused a coil of tension to build in your center.
Half of you wanted to tell him to just get on with it already but the other half wanted to see just how far he could take you. You had the feeling that he had gotten this down to a science and was a particular expert in this field. You were not wrong. He traced against the edge of the fabric, lightly brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He then, ever so slowly eased his fingers underneath the material, one hand exploring before the other hand came down to shove your wet underwear to the side to give him better access.
He stopped his assault against your mouth and you took the much-needed chance to catch your breath. He had no such need, however, and moved back to suck on your neck. It seemed to be a favorite spot of his and he would receive no complaints from you about it.
He teased down the length of your slit, his finger accumulating juices as he went before inserting a single digit. You couldn’t help but clench ever so slightly at the feeling. He extended deeper in reply, before adding a second finger. There was nothing tentative in his motions. From the minute you laid eyes on him you’d seen him exude the air of a man on a mission and you were ever so gratified to learn the same applied to his sexual skills.
His fingers began to thrust into your core, curling ever so slightly at the end. He started slow and strong, his other hand returning to massage the breast not obscured by the dress that still hung off one shoulder. Steadily, he started increasing the speed, his motions pushing you into the door in time with his fingers, your hand on his shoulder gripping tightly. You didn’t know what you would do if he stopped his rhythm but you were half clutching him lest he think of leaving the job undone.
Happily, he showed no signs of stopping as his thumb edged up to begin rubbing against your clit. You moaned loudly, letting your eyes fully close to take in every sinful thing he was doing to you. You could feel a wave of pleasure building in your core. He increased his attentions to your clitoris as his fingers sped up. He seemed to only grow more and more insistent the louder you got and as you got closer to the edge. Your breaths grew more labored as you leaned your head against the door at the feeling building within you.
He inserted a third finger as his other hand came down to give it’s full attention to your clit. The focus of a whole hand on your tender bundle of nerves and the added pressure within your cunt proved to be the final straw that pushed you over the edge. You let out a loud cry as your walls clenched around his still moving fingers.
You immediately felt boneless and most certainly would have slid down to the floor if one of his hands just then moved up to hold you firmly by the hip. Your grip on his arms grew slack as you fought to keep your feet and remember your name in the wake of your orgasm.
Seeming very pleased with himself, he extracted his fingers from within you and your now useless underwear fell back into place. Your dress, which was more or less hanging off your arm now, slid back down your hips. He smirked at you as he brought his hand, now dripping with your juices up to his mouth to lick and suck them all while maintaining eye contact.
You dimly noted there was a clock tattooed on the back of this hand and caught a flash of words inked on the back of his fingers but seeing as you barely had enough brainpower to remain upright you lacked the mental energy to decipher the stylized letters. You caught a glimpse of an “E” before your eyes were drawn back to meet the full strength of his green stare.
And to think he’d done that with just his hands without the two of you even having taken off all of your clothes. You felt another throb go through your pussy and your knees threatened to buckle as you thought of what he might accomplish if he utilized all of the weapons in his arsenal.
While you struggled to keep upright, Hodak wasn’t done with his very capable hands. He simultaneously unzipped your dress the rest of the way and eased the one strap of your dress off of your shoulder before letting it pool at your feet. And just like that, you were left leaning against the door in nothing but your soaked underwear.
He ran his hands down your bare sides before helping you step out of your dress and kicking it out of the way. Slowly regaining your strength you ran your hands down his chest to find his belt. You used it to pull him closer before unbuckling it and attacking his button and zipper. Then his pants were on the ground and his hands were on your ass.
Before you knew it he was lifting you off the ground, his hands curling down to grab onto the backs of your thighs and pulled you up to straddle his waist. You quickly shifted your legs to follow his directions and wrapped them around his waist. Though you both still had your underwear on, there was no ignoring or escaping the bulge pressing through the layers between you against your already sensitive clitoris.
Before you could adjust to this new position, he began carrying you in the direction of the bedroom. Wrapped in his tight embrace, utterly supported by his strong arms, you took the opportunity to repay the favors he’d paid you and turned your attention to his neck. When your teeth lightly scraped near his pulse point you earned your first groan of pleasure from him. It was low and full of need and went straight to your crotch sending waves of arousal through you once more. You nipped lightly at the spot and received another moan in reply.
But before you could redouble your efforts, he’d stopped walking and his hands moved from where they supported you to squeeze your ass through your panties. You pulled back slightly to gasp in appreciation. You caught the barest glimpse of a hungry smile from him and then his hands were on your back leaning you towards the bed. He let go when you were just a couple inches from the surface of the mattress allowing you to bounce pleasantly as you landed. Then he was standing above you at the foot of the bed. You scooted back ever so slightly to center yourself more squarely on the bed. Lest he think you were moving away from him, you opened your legs slowly to reveal the large wet spot on your rumpled underwear.
That was all the invitation he needed and he was leaning forward and pressing further into the wet spot. You rewarded him with another moan and his already blown pupils seemed to flare wider. He looked utterly predatory as his knees eased onto the bed in front of you, his talented fingers now finding the waistband of your underwear and pulling it down.
You obliged him by closing your legs just enough to ease the passage of the last of your clothes and then he was standing again as he pulled your panties off your feet and made quick work of his boxers. You had just enough time to take in the sight of his erection before he was on top of you.
One hand came down to rest beside your head to support his weight as he hovered above you. His intense green eyes bored into you in a way that sent a shiver of anticipation through you and had you ever so slightly clenching your thighs to help alleviate the need pulsing in your cunt. He felt the motion and quirked an eyebrow at you before you felt one hand on your thigh pushing it down against the bed so you’d be completely open to him. You moved your other leg down to mirror the other and you were rewarded with a pleased but still feral smile.
That was the thing about him that captivated you the most. On the surface he was composed and precise- each move was calculated for maximum effectiveness but then you looked in his eyes and saw a feral predator capable of destruction and wild fury if he let his control slip. If you were an Angel, he was the Devil and he used his power how he saw fit. The thought both scared and aroused you all at once.
Before you could make another coherent thought you felt his tip graze your entrance and his hand brushed your folds as he lined himself up and then he was inside you with a single driving thrust. You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up and nearly missed the sound of a quiet grunt from him.
As he had been quiet for most of the night, the sound awakened something within you. You wanted to hear more. To that end, you clenched around him ever so slightly eliciting a grumble from deep within his chest and an almost smirk. He responded by pulling out swiftly and then driving back into you to the hilt earning a deeper moan from you at the sudden give and take of pressure. He smiled a satisfied grin in reply. So that’s how it was going to be? That was just fine with you.
As he pulled back again you hooked your ankles around his waist again, lifting your hips up to meet his and pulling him closer to bury himself in you again. This time he groaned and you waggled your eyebrows at him as if to say “two could play at that game”. The look he gave you in reply almost seemed to say “be careful what you wish for” and then it was on.
There was nothing tentative in his movements as he began to pound into you. His strokes were hard and fast but you could still see that measure of focus in the set of his jaw and the small part of you not occupied with having your brains fucked out of you, wondered what it might look like to see him completely relinquish control. But, considering his current stamina, you were doubtful if this was the night for that. As things currently stood, you were getting much more than you’d hoped you might get this evening and were perfectly happy letting him have his wicked way with you.
You weren’t going down without a fight though and met his thrusts with your hips, giving as good as you got as your other hand came up to hold onto his back, scratching lightly against his skin in such a way as to earn you another groan from him. Your hand kept it up for another minute or so as you felt the waves of pleasure building within you again.
His hips met yours faster and faster and as your orgasm reached closer, it was harder to control the motions of your own, your thrusting became less controlled and more erratic. As he sensed this, you saw his eyes squint ever so slightly like a hunter scenting prey. And then his hand was on your clit, working your sensitive nub to a frenzy in time with his sharp thrusts. And that’s all it took for you to crest the wave of your orgasm. You legs unhooked from behind him as you spasmed into the bed beneath him with a sharp cry.
He wasn’t done, however. You may have been boneless without any strength left in your limbs but he still had plenty left for both of you and had yet to reach his own climax.
He grabbed hold of both of your wrists, moving them above your head. He used one hand to hold them there while the other hand returned to your overstimulated clit. You mewled at the sensation so soon after your last orgasm but he ignored it, or perhaps more accurately, sped up, and disregarded the weak protest. You barely had enough energy left in your hands but you weakly tried to free them to end the onslaught so you could recover.
There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as shifted the angle of his thrusting, finding your g-spot. You cried out again and he did it again and again, grinding slightly at the end of each movement. You couldn’t help the noises you made, almost cursing him for playing so dirty. You may be losing this particular battle of wills but if this is what losing felt like, you weren’t sure you could handle winning against him. Not that he was giving you much of a choice.
Then you felt his fingers on your clit lose just the slightest edge of their precision and his breathing began to get heavy. He was still keeping up his brutal pace but perhaps just a little less controlled. Though you could feel another orgasm building within you, you were determined to make him shout like you had. You then began rolling your hips to meet him again, clenching your walls ever so slightly as you did. He grunted in response, proof his control was slipping. Despite your own gasping as he effectively fucked you into the mattress, you grinned.
He continued rubbing circles onto your sensitive mound as if determined that he should wrest another orgasm from you before he fell over the edge himself. You resisted though, trying to hold it back as long as possible until with a final burying plunge, he let out a wordless shout just seconds before you cried out again. He pulled out just in time to release his load on your stomach before rolling over to collapse on the bed beside you.
Barely able to breathe, you turned your head slightly to regard him. You’d had a feeling he was good when you first saw him in the bar but had had no idea he was capable of that. All of the tension you’d felt building up in anticipation of the job tomorrow had dissipated. Now you only need to worry about keeping filthy thoughts from tonight out of your mind. You stared back up at the ceiling, yeah, you could handle that. And with that, your eyes fluttered shut, you were utterly spent.
Author’s Note: I have a couple of ideas to continue this, even thinking of throwing in some more plot with the smut. Let me know if anyone would be interested in a continuation! thanks for reading!
i may be toying with a follow up to Down Where the Devil Delights because I still can’t get Hodak out of my head.
I’m just gonna go ahead and say it though, it is Difficult(TM) to write a fic where the main guy hardly talks. I mean it’s not impossible and I can embellish for the sake of fic but like i just have to sit there and be like are their other ways of conveying this info without him talking?
also i may just end up making up tattoos cuz i can.
If anyone wants to help me with brainstorming, my messages are open.
You hear gunshots, but you are not quite able to process them. Your brain is slowing down with every slow pump of blood that leaves your body.
People scream and fall silent in rapid succession. You try to sit upright, but find that you can't really move anymore. Panic is starting to grip at your throat. You are realising this is the end. You don't want this to be the end. There is so much left unsaid. And so much left undone.
There is no pain in this end. There is only regret. Tears start to fill your eyes. Your vision starts blurring.
Only barely you recognise a face before you. It is him! He's come for you. He does not speak, he never does. He simply picks you up, craddling into his arms. You smell his cologne. It is Hodak who has come to save you. Even though you are beyond saving now.
He carries you from that wretched place. You lean against him, feeling vaguely sorry you are soiling his nice clothes with your life's blood.
You know you have little time left. You know this is your last chance. "H-hodak." You croak out. He looks down on you, his blue eyes inquisitive. You suck in a big gulp of air, not sure if the words will come to you. "I l-... I lo-.." You begin to cough. Hodak makes a sushing sound. You whine in frustration.
With all the strength you have still left, you arch up. You know words will fail you anyway.
You press a bloody kiss onto his lips. A choked off noise rises from Hodak's throat. He kisses back, knowing there is nothing left to do.
* Hodak is not medically mute but mentally mute. His vocal cords are perfectly healthy. There is just a part in his brain that does not allow him to speak.
* He is actually able to ‘vocalise’. Cries in pain and moans in pleasure are not uncommon. He just does not talk!
* He is proclive in many versions of sign language and also knows a lot of signed codes.
* He is not the ‘talkative’ kind of man. Even if you have mastered sign language and pay him much attention, he does not give much away.
* His mutism has made him intensely observant of small gestures. Slight changes in expression, a shift in body stance. Nothing escapes him.
* It also is a fail safe way of dating people who’d eventually disappoint him. He knows very well how to select a loyal and honest partner.
* Not that you can even lie to him. He will spot it right away in your body language.
