Phil Lester, The Spy who Shagged me.
says tomorrow, does it two days later *cough*
Summary: Phil’s assignment is to kill an enemy spy at a bar at Paris, he just so ends up meeting a boy at the bar who gets mixed up in the whole mess and is now possibly in danger.
Word Count: 4.8k (be prOUD OF ME)
Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, Praise kink, fingering, anal, blowjobs, Death/Murder (minor character, not d/p), Spys, Paris, Guns/weapons, Fluff, alcohol (tell me if there are more!)
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Its a quiet day until Phil gets his assignment. He was sitting out on the balcony of his expensive hotel room in Paris with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, sipping coffee, eating pastries and reading a newspaper.
It arrived in the way most of his assignments are given to him, by another international spy who has been given the job to pass the papers onto him. The quick exchange was just at his hotel door before the stranger slips away and Phil closes the door behind him. He was given a briefcase of black leather and gold latches and hinges, but the contents are more important than the shell.
Phil places the briefcase down on his white bedsheets, sliding his thumb against the padlock that’s on the top of the case until the correct number, 1937-4302, is shown and unlocks the case. Inside is a brown paper document slip tied up with the label ‘Confidential, for Agent 009’s eyes ONLY’ printed on top. Quickly, Phil opens up the slip and opens the assignment.
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