*~*~*~*~* THE PLAN *~*~*~*~*
From Lawrence's car came the three laptop computers that he plugged into my over size flat screen. He also brought in two 30" monitors. It took him over an hour to get everything set up and tweaked before he turned the center computer on showing me an organizational chart of the 'agency' we worked for.
There wasn't much I could say about the outfit we worked for. When I was recruited out of the Navy I was told at first that I would be working for the CIA but was shuffled into one of those stereotypical dark rooms in a warehouse style building on the outskirts of the Langley compound where a mysterious voice spoke to me from...well to be honest I didn't know where. He told me he handpicked me to work for this underground arm of the CIA and that if I accepted the job my life as I knew it would cease to exist.
"Everyone that comes to work for me assumes a new identity. The identity you will fill will be Aaron Mitchell. An entire background for you has been created and it will be your responsibility to memorize it and become it." He spoke for hours about the history of his 'company', the accomplishments and what my role would be. He stressed that protecting his assets, the employees, was foremost and that only he knew the true identity of every person that worked for him. In the eleven years I had worked for him I never knew a name I could call him and like everyone else he was just known as 'the old man'. No one ever saw his face and other the interview he rarely spoke to us again. It was also a given that amongst ourselves we were not allowed to speak about him or anything he might have told us.
The set up was basic. For every five field people there was one handler, one computer geek and one admin. My handler's name was Brian Foster. I did not know the name of his other assets he handled. The information Lawrence was showing me let me know there were ten handlers. That put thirty people in the office that were potential moles, plus Lawrence who wasn't assigned to a team.
The field assets were all only given enough information to get their jobs done. On the rare occasion I was 'in the office' for a few days I spent time with my team but knew very little about anyone else that worked there. It was very rare that two field people from the same team were in the office at the same time. The less we knew about the people we worked with the better it was for all of us. We didn't socialize in or out of work. It was also prohibited for anyone to date anyone from the office.
I wondered what our leader would say if he saw Lawrence and I hours earlier.
"Have you ever met him?" I asked out of the blue. Lawrence was shocked that I would even ask a question like that but in the end he shook his head that he hadn't. For a fleeting moment I wondered if he was telling the complete truth.
"Why do you think he picked you and me for this job?"
Lawrence shrugged, I knew he was uncomfortable talking about this but we had already broken so many rules what was the difference if we spoke about this. "He and I have always had this strange discourse between us. I've always only ever reported to him." He looked at me and for the first time ever bared the truth about his position. "I'm the only person who has ever just worked solely for him. He brought me in to insure the integrity of our operations. To make us as impenetrable as possible...I also...well I also follow every operation that is in play."
"You are a security department of one." I said.
"Yes, something along those lines. I also fill the role of Internal Affairs - another department of one. And lately I've become somewhat of the company's historian. Our leader feels that if document every operation we can learn from what we've done."
"So you know pretty much everything that is happening. That is a good thing. Now why me?" I asked.
"He let me pick who I wanted to work with. I've viewed everyone's file and out of everyone I felt like I could trust you the most. You are concise and almost compulsive about how you approach things. Just like last night. You refused to overburden your mind to prevent mistakes from happening. Plus your eidetic memory is more valuable than brute or brawn. This operation will mean the life or death of our agency. If we fail to find the mole he is going to shut the whole thing down."
"How much time do we have?"
"He's given me a maximum of forty-five days before he's going to pull the plug."
I whistled between my teeth. That wasn't a whole lot of time to root out a mole. I think I knew going into this thing it wasn't going to be a walk in the park, I just never expected to be tied down to such a tight time frame.
"Okay...let's hit it then." I sat back against the couch and listened as Lawrence gave me an overview of everyone we were going to come into contact with. I was shocked by the amount of personal information he had on all the faces on the screen. Luckily I had an infallible memory and as soon as he told me something I committed it to the storage department in my brain.
"What did you know about me before this morning?" I asked.
"If you want to know if I knew you were sleeping with the General the answer is no, I didn't. But..." he paused with that ethical debate that was going on within him before going on, "I did know that you appreciated a good looking man and...well a cursory search of your townhouse turned up some...um...well, you know what we found."
"You found my porn stash." I said shrugging. I knew that I had no privacy in my Aaron Mitchell life and maybe I was looking for an excuse to take my life to the next step. I really didn't care. At that very moment I was more than content with my sexual preference...very much indeed. "I think it's time to take a union break." I said feeling a nice stirring in my shorts.
"Food?" He asked. I simply shook my head letting him know that food was the furthest thing from my mind.
"This is going to be a team building exercise." I said standing up. "It is going to test the amount of trust we have for each other. Do you trust me?"" I looked at him and waited for his answer.
"Explicitly." He answered almost immediately.
"Good. Take your clothes off and come with me."
He stood and took the only piece of clothing he was waering off, his shorts, and followed me into the kitchen. It was strange, I had owned my little house in Fredericksburg for close to seven years and in all those years I had never had sex in it. I had fantasized about it...and now I was about to make one of those fantasies come true. I shed my shorts and directed Lawrence to stand by the sink with his back to me.
"Do you like it gentle or rough?" I asked him, the same question he had asked me earlier. I was standing right behind him, my hard cock wedged along the crack of his ass.
"Yes." He answered. I knew he was smiling as I placed the palm of my hand on his back, took a step away from him and bent him over at his waist.
"First we'll start with how much I think I know you. I've debated back and forth in my mind how I wanted to take you the first time," I whispered in a low husky voice, "Should I be gentle, or should I take you with the force of a beast - something I instinctively know you'll enjoy..." I took his hands and had him spread his ass cheeks for me. His chest was lying comfortably on the counter. "I decided to take you the way you want to be taken..." I took a step towards him and pressed my cock to his hole. Lawrence was practically panting with anticipation.
"Another thing we both have to learn is to respect each other's limits. We have to build the trust between us. So, if you don't like anything I do all you have to do is say 'stop' and I will stop..." I felt him opening up to me and knew he was ready.
In one fluid motion I shoved my cock deep to the root into his ass. Lawrence let out a scream, not of pain but of encouragement as he pushed his ass back against me. He immediately started begging me to fuck him in a voice I had never heard from him. He had suddenly shed the boyish imagery and had become this beautiful man that needed to be fucked - by me.
