#maaarty

[unhonestlymirror]

Liet would absolutely laugh out loud watching Madagascar because "marti" (pronounced almost the same as Marty) means "daughter-in-law" in Lithuanian.

[ejzah]

I know we'll never get to see that on the show but Could you write about kirkin meeting Rosa?

A/N: I don’t know if anyone’s in the mood for fic after tonight’s news, but I was already writing this before it dropped, so I shall carry on.

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So We Meet Again

“So, what do you have going on next week?” Deeks glanced up from his menu, catching Rosa’s eye. In the last year, they’d made it a habit to go out as a family on Saturdays, barring and work-related emergencies.

“I have a study group on Monday and Wednesday after school,” Rosa answered. She paused, eyes dipping for a second. “Um, and I’m going to hang out with a friend on Thursday.”

Deeks’ suspicion, more sensitive than ever since becoming a parent, instantly rose.

“Is this a girl friend or a boy friend?” he asked. Kensi nudged his elbow, giving him a quick shake of her head. He narrowed his eyes, silently assuring her that he wasn’t about to flip out.

Rosa blushed, which was answer enough for Deeks, but he waited while she took a sip of her tea and cleared her throat.

“It is a boy.” Her voice lilted up at the end, and she smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, I see. Maybe you should invite him over for dinner some night.”

“Deeks!” Kensi hissed.

“What, I think it’s important to get to know—what the hell?”

“Deeks, what is it?” Kensi grabbed his wrist, instantly on alert, eyes searching the Italian restaurant for threats.

“I thought I just—but it can’t be,” he muttered.

“Babe, you need to tell me what’s going on before I have an anxiety attack,” Kensi told him. He twisted to face her more fully.

“I thought I saw Kirkin come in, but that can’t be because he’s dead.”

“Uh, yeah, I wouldn’t count on that.” Gesturing with her chin, Kensi looked beyond his shoulder. “That’s definitely Kirkin.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Mm, trying to pretend he’s not looking this way.”

“Who is Anatoli Kirkin? Is he dangerous?” Rosa asked worriedly.

“Anatoli Kirkin is a complicated person to describe,” Deeks began, drawing in a dramatic sigh. “He’s a supposedly ex-Russian criminal, who is oddly endearing but also kind of creepy and prone to pop up in the most inconvenient times.”

“He also has a pretty massive crush on Deeks,” Kensi said, ignoring Deeks’ strangled noise and Rosa’s gasp. “And now he’s headed this way.”

“Oh my god, not again,” Deeks groaned, just as he heard the hallmark drawl that meant it was far too late to escape.

“Maaarty! What a surprise to see you here!”

With a resigned sigh, Deeks turned around, but not before he threw Kensi a bemused look. She just shrugged, apparently just as confused as him.

As usual, Kirkin was smiling coyly, hands folded neatly together. Dressed in an impeccably tailored blue suit, he appeared a little older, but otherwise much the same as ever.

“Yeah, I’d say so. You look in remarkably good health for a dead man,” Deeks responded as he face Kirkin. For Rosa’s sake, he didn’t go into detail. “You want to explain that?”

“Oh, I was running into a bit of trouble and took the opportunity to enact my plan B,” Kirkin explained.

“I thought you died saving my life,” Deeks told him with a touch of irritation.

“And did that upset you?”

“Of course it did!”

Kirkin practically beamed, resting his hands on Deeks’ shoulders. He removed them before Deeks could, or Kensi, could fully react. Apparently he’d finally learned not to press his luck around Kensi.

Switching to the endearing smile he reserved for when he wanted gl charm people, he turned his attention from Deeks.

“My Dear Kensi, it’s always so good to see you too,” he said, daring to pat her hand. She just shook her head, going with the insanity. Though she did tuck her hands under the table as soon as Kirkin stopped touching her. “I know you’ve been taking good care of our Marty.”

“Yeah, because he’s my husband. Mine,” Kensi replied dryly.

“Oh, Martin has always inspired great loyalty in those who care about him.” Kirkin waved his hand airily. He snuck a sly look in Deeks’ direction and winked, before continuing. “And you must be Rosa.”

Rosa hesitantly accepted his outstretched hand, glancing between Kensi and Deeks uncertainly.

“Uh, yes.”

“I was so pleased for Marty and Kensi when I heard the good news that you were joining their family. I know how much they’ve wanted children.”

“I’ve been very happy,” Rosa said with a nervous smile.

“Of course you are! They are wonderful people,” Kirkin exclaimed. Pulling out a chair next to Rosa, he sat, making himself comfortable. “I’ve known your parents for many, many years. I met them during a case.”

Leaning towards Deeks, he lowered his voice, “Remember the bathhouse, Marty. I assure you I will never forget.” He winked suggestively, and Deeks shifted his chair a few inches closer to Kensi.

“What happened at a bathhouse?” Rosa wondered.

“Ah, you definitely do not need to hear about that,” Deeks interceded before Kirkin could respond.

“Oh, Marty.” Now he sounded disappointed. “I’ve always remembered that day so fondly. As I do the time you modeled my designs for the photoshoot. I still keep copies in my bedroom.”

“Well, that’s fantastic to know. And doesn’t creep me out at all.” Deeks grimaced, shaking his head a couple times to dispel the image of Kirkin with his pictures close at hand.

Rosa meanwhile fixed Deeks with a curious, wide-eyed expression. “You modeled clothes for this man.”

“It was the result of a poorly formed agreement and something with which we never, ever talk about,” Deeks explained. “Ever. Also, always clarify the terms of a contract, whether it’s verbal or written.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, Marty. I know Kensi did. Besides, you looked marvelous!”

Deeks pinched the bridge of his nose. Beside him, Kensi squirmed a little, probably thinking of the prints she’d kept from said photoshoot. He definitely felt a headache coming on. “Ok, is there some reason why you decided to come out of the shadows and interrupt our dinner?”

“Well, the people who wanted me dead are no longer a problem, and I’ve rebuilt myself to a satisfactory level, so I decided it was time to visit old friends.” He spread his hands wide to encompass Deeks, Kensi, and Rosa. “Aren’t you pleased to see me?” he asked more uncertainty, the corners of his mouth tipping down into the most pitiful expression Deeks had ever seen.

Deeks held out for roughly ten seconds while Kirkin continued to stare at him.

“Fine. I’m glad you’re not dead,” he settled on, and Kirkin immediately went back to smiling, pressing a hand to the center of his chest.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He checked his watch suddenly, and tsked. “Unfortunately, I must be going. It was wonderful to see all of you.” He blew Kensi and Rosa each a kiss, reserving a suggestive look for Deeks. “Maaarty.” With a final wink, he turned and started weaving his way between tables.

“So, that was Anatoli Kirkin,” Deeks said after an extended silence. Rosa still looked completely bemused.

“Still in love with you after all these years,” Kensi added.

“Thanks for that, babe.” Sighing, Deeks looked in the direction Kirkin had gone. “You know, it was kind of good to see him.”

“Well, I’m sure that it won’t be the last time since Kirkin miraculously returned.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t you have to be naked at a bathhouse?” Rosa asked, eliciting another groan from Deeks.

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A/N: Thanks for the prompt!

[magicfootballstuff]

Gotta love Brooks and Torray-hon too

bon-maaarty

[densi-mber]

Celebration

A/N: The return of our second favorite Russian criminal. For today’s prompt. This assumes that Deeks is able to attend FLETC or grandfathered into the NCIS for years of service.

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“Congratulations Mr. Deeks, or rather Agent Deeks,” Hetty said grandly. He stooped to give her a hug, squeezing her as tightly as felt safe without hurting her.

“Thanks, Hetty. You really outdid yourself with this party. This is, wow, I definitely didn’t expect any of this.”

He turned to take in the elegant tables covered with white tablecloths and fancy appetizers and black and silver balloon. Through some magic, Hetty had somehow managed to arrange a banquet in his honor and invite several dozen law enforcement officers, Julia, and his mom all without him realizing.

“You have Nell to thank for most of this. She was very eager to make sure that everything was just so. And you deserve it.”

“Well, I still appreciate it,” he insisted. “Even though you almost gave me a heart attack when I first walked in.”

“Always so dramatic, Mr. Deeks. Now, you enjoy yourself. I saw Director Vance skulking by the dessert table and I’d like to have a word with him.”

Shaking his head, Deeks glanced around the room again. His mom was in what appeared to be a very animated conversation with Sabatino, a glass of white wine in one hand. He snorted at the vague look of discomfort on Sabatino’s face and wondered if he was being treated to a retelling of Deeks’ birth.

“Having a good time?” Kensi asked, coming up behind him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around him.

“Honestly, I’m a little overwhelmed, but yes, I’m having a good time.” He craned his head to look at her. “Is it common practice to have a celebration when you become an agent?” Kensi shrugged.

“Not really. But you know people aren’t going to pass up the opportunity to have free food and drinks.”

“True.” She circled around to face him and brushed his bangs back, her smile nod.

“Plus, you’ve worked really hard to get here and deserve the recognition,” she added. “I’m so proud of you baby.”

“Oh, it is indeed a impressive accomplishment, Marty.”

“Oh my god, no,” Deeks muttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Kensi?”

“Yup, it’s him,” she confirmed. He turned around slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Kirkin.” Anatoli Kirkin smiled at him, taking a step forward with his arms extended, like he planned to embrace Deeks.”

“Marty,” he said. Deeks took a step back while Kensi’s grip on his hand tightened. Kirkin looked mildly disappointed by their reaction, but didn’t attempt further contact.

What are you doing here?” Kensi asked. And more importantly, how did you even get in? This is a closed party.” Kirkin smiled at them benignly.

“I heard about this from a friend and just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to celebrate with you.”

“That’s, uh, that’s very kind of you Kirkin. I guess,” Deeks said as diplomatically as he could.

“And Kensi, as always it is a great pleasure to see you. I’m sure you’re taking good care of our Marty,” Kirkin continued. Deeks made a face at “our Marty”, but didn’t comment. Past experience had taught him that it was easier to go with Kirkin’s delusions most of the time.

“Thanks,” Kensi said with an awkward smile.

“That dress is absolutely divine. And Maaarty, that suit fits you like a glove. That blue brings out the color in your eyes perfectly.” Kirkin continued looking Deeks up and down and gave a shuddery little sigh.

“Kirkin-“

“I see you cut your hair as well. It’s a pity to see those lovely curls, but I suppose in time it will grow again.” He suddenly moved forward again, apparently unable to help himself, and briefly made contact with Deeks’ cheek.

“Hey, no touching,” Kensi said firmly. She didn’t raise her voice, but Kirkin still blanched, obviously remembering suddenly that she could easily take him down without breaking a sweat or her platform stilettos.

“I apologize,” Kirkin murmured, looking a little embarrassed. He smoothed down his tie, drawing in a shallow breath. “It appears I’ve over stayed my welcome for today.” Deeks started to relax a little, until Kirkin added, “But I want to give you your present before you go.”

“What is it with you and presents?” Deeks asked, but Kirkin either didn’t hear him or was ignoring him. He reached into his suit jacket-Kensi tensed again-and removed a slim box from his inner pocket. As always, it was wrapped in the finest of papers and an ornate bow.

“A token of my deep and abiding affection,” Kirkin said solemnly, offering Deeks the package.

“Again, this really wasn’t necessary.” He really hoped it wasn’t another nude. It would just be like Kirkin to give him a handy wallet-sized print. With this thought in mind, he gingerly opened the box while Kensi peered over his shoulder.

Instead of something wildly inappropriate, he found a burnished platinum tie clip. It was surprisingly simple and in good taste with only the brand’s label on the front, in the far left corner.

Kensi made a slightly disappointed noise and he gave her a mildly disgusted look. Only she would be upset that Kirkin hadn’t gifted him with an imagined naked rendering of him.

“I figured it would be useful to you now that you’re an agent,” Kirkin explained hopefully. “There’s a small message on the back. I had it specially engraved.”

Deeks lifted it out, flipping it around to read the minute flowing script.

“To my dear friend Martin. Think of me when you wear this.”

“Oh, that’s actually pretty nice. Thanks, Kirkin,” Deeks said, feeling oddly touched.

“At least this way I can feel close to you even when society objects.”

“Society is the only one objecting,” Kensi said under her breath.

“As I said it was just a token of my affection. Now I really must be going. My men will be worrying about me by now,” he said. Then before either of them could react, he’d wrapped his arms around Deeks.

“Agh, ok we’re doing this. We’re really doing this,” Deeks groaned.

“Remember, I’m always a call away,” Kirkin whispered. He stepped back from Deeks, gripping his forearms firmly. “Goodbye Marty.”

As Kirkin walked away, Deeks finally let himself shudder.

“Are you ok?” Kensi asked, resting her hand on his chest.

“Yeah, I’m good. I might need to burn this suit though.”

“Let’s get you something to drink.” Kensi squeezed his arm soothingly, leading him towards a table loaded with large quantities of alcohol.

“Can you burn titanium?” he asked idly.

***

A/N: And as always, I have to throw in at least one “Maaarty” when writing Kirkin. Also, if you haven’t read my previous Kirkin stories-you should-I’ve written several where Kirkin gives Deeks a series of wildly inappropriate gifts.

[wexregolden]

Well… I haven´t written fanfiction for years now but it still came over me to write something about Nicotino. I hope it didn´t turn out that bad as it is the first Skam related thing I´ve written and the first story I´ve ever written in english, which isn´t my mother tongue. But I still hope you maybe enjoy it?

Have fun <3 

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The Heart of Life

“Martiii!”, Nico yelled at the top of his lungs so his boyfriend would hear him in the kitchen as he was sitting on his bed. Yes, Martino insisted that he´s the one responsible for the cooking in their relationship. Every time Nico tries to get even near the kitchen Marti is literally shooing him away. Okay, he has to be honest, he can´t blame him for it, thinking back at his attempt to cook carbonara the first time Marti came over. One day, one day I´m going to make up for it. Cooking Marti an actual carbonara following an actual recipe. For Marti. His boyfriend. His wonderful, wonderful boyfriend., Nico thinks and smiles to himself. He still can´t believe what he´s done to deserve him.

“Maaarti!”, he screams again, coming back to his actual purpose. “Hey. What´s up? Everything okay?”, Marti suddenly asked as he entered Niccolò´s room. Nico had to smile at his sight: His boyfriend standing in the middle of his room, a cooking spoon in his hand and oh, a bit of cream at the corner of his mouth. Even if he would have tried to, Nico couldn´t resist: He had to smile, went over to Marti and kissed the cream away. It was a short peck to his lips at first. But as they connected their lips again and deepened the kiss, Marti had to smile into the kiss and put his arms around the smaller boy´s hips. Nico´s lips slowly wandered to Martino´s neck, gently kissing the spot right under his ear. A sigh escapes Marti´s mouth as he closed his eyes and threw his head back slightly. Nico hat to grin at his boyfriend´s motions and deepened the kisses at Marti´s neck, being wet and all tongue and teeth now. A quiet moan escaped Martino´s mouth and he threw back his head even more, giving the boy in front of him better access to his neck. He was elated by the feeling of Niccolò´s lips on his skin, couldn´t think of anything else than the beautiful boy in front of him, his jeans that is suspiciously getting tighter and the little sounds Nico makes while... “Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo, the pasta, Ni!”, Marti cursed as he stormed off, back to the kitchen. Nico didn´t even have time to realize what happened, his boyfriend was already gone.  

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“Do you like it?”, asked Martino as Nico shoved another forkful of pasta into his mouth. They were sitting next to each other on the couch in Nico´s living room, shoulders and knees touching.  “Mhm.”, he answered. “Even though I have to admit nothing goes over carbonara with mushrooms and vegan sausage. Oh, and tabasco of course.” Niccolò couldn´t supress a smile and as he looked up, straight into Martino´s eyes, he saw that he is no different. “So, you´re really trying to tell me that this...” Martino said and grimaced, a little grin still playing at his lips, “...pasta? Can you even call it like that?  But you can´t tell me it tasted good to you. Not even nearly, it tasted like...” “Feet?”, Nico interrupted him. “I wanted to go with crap but yeah, feet would definitely be fitting too.”, Martino said and grinned at his boyfriend. “Whatever restaurant it was you learned this in, it should get closed. Immediately.” Nico tried to look offended at his comment but couldn´t contain a smile.  “Marti! You´re really trying to bash my cooking skills, aren´t you? I guess I don´t know if we´re able to continue our relationship under these circumstances.”, Nico said, a wide grin on his face. “You believe you´d be able to say such things? I´m the one with the boyfriend who can´t cook for good or insists that carbonara without eggs but mushrooms and vegan sausage instead is a good combination.”, Martino countered, mirroring the grin on his boyfriend´s face. “Oh, but you love me nevertheless, Marti. You do.”, Nico said while the smile on his face became even wider, which kind of seemed impossible. “Love you? Are you sure about that? I love proper food and I´d say you´re not able to do this so I guess loving you could be kinda difficult.” “Asshole!”, Nico screamed, accompanied by a laughter, while he leaned into Martino´s space and kissed his cheek, jawbone, corner of the mouth, his lips. Marti kissed him back immediately and his hands wandered to Nico´s neck, the other boy slung his arms around Marti´s waist. Lips moving against lips, smiling into kisses, hands touching each other.

The sound of an incoming message on Martino´s phone interrupted their make out session and Marti broke from Nico´s embracement, groaning. Niccolò leaned against Marti´s shoulder, his fingers playing with the red curls at the back of the other boy´s neck. “Who´s writing?” “Oh, just the boys asking if we want to do something with them this evening.”, Martino answered while he was already typing again. “What about inviting them to my place? A few beers, FIFA?” “Sounds good.”, Nico answered before pressing his lips to Marti´s again. He could never get enough of this. His lips moving against his own, the happiness, the bliss.  

“But what I still wanted to ask, what did you want to tell me earlier? When you called me into your room? Before we got...”, Marti blushed a little. “Interrupted by much more important things?”, Nico suggested with a grin on his face. “Well, you know... I told you that my parents, well, bought me a smartphone, haven´t I? And that I was kinda confused and scared about it. You know how I´m sometimes like... like I get these outrageous ideas and everything and owning a smartphone would, I don´t know, wouldn´t be the best idea in these phases. But I thought a lot about it and I guess I... I kind of trust myself with it, you understand?” During Nico´s little insecure speech, Marti moved even closer to him and began caressing his boyfriend´s cheek. “But that sounds wonderful, Ni. And I love you for trusting yourself with it.”, Marti replied and smiled fondly. “But I can see it in your eyes: There´s something else, right?” Niccolò smiled, looking down at the floor. Marti knew him too well by now. “Well yeah, there is something else. And it´s kind of really embarrassing to ask and... and please don´t laugh but...”, he sighted. “Well, I tried. I really tried but I have no clue how the whole thing works? I can´t even set the phone up without getting despaired. I mean, why does this have to be so complicated? And while I was trying to adjust and confirm my google account the phone lost 19% of its batterie?!”, Nico said. “Well, your world war II phone which works three days on a single charge is an exception, smartphones from this century don´t work like this, Nico.”, Marti said grinning before he dropped a kiss to his cheek. “So yeah, as I´m still an owner of an “world war II phone”, as you called it so nicely, I´m not that technological gifted and invested... Would you help me to set everything up?”, Nico blurted out. Martino had to laugh. Like, literally laugh at the uncertainty of his boyfriend. “Really Ni? That was everything you were kind of worried about? For sure I´m going to help you. What a question! When do you want to...”, Marti wasn´t even able to finished his sentence as Nico was already again all over him, kissing him, his hands wandering up and down his body...

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“And the last step is that you have to go to your email account and confirm the google account. When you´ve done that, everything should be ready for you to use.”, said Marti, smiling proud at his boyfriend who held his new smartphone in his hand. “Really everything? Writing messages, calling someone, making photos?”, he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Yes, everything, Ni, you don´t have to worry.” “Well then...”, Nico said while standing up from the bed where the two of them were laying the last hour, grabbing Marti´s hand and dragging him with him “...take your jacket and come with me, I wanna do something.”, Niccolò said, already on his way to the front door. “Where are we... What do you want to do?”, Marti asked but the only answer he got was a grin from the other boy and a raise of his shoulders. Well, Nico can be lucky that I trust him. With my whole heart., he thought while Marti followed his boyfriend out of the flat.

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“Nico no!”

“Marti yes!”

“Nico no!”

“Marti ye...”, Nico couldn´t even finish the sentence as Martino was already bursting in again. “Nico no! I´m not going to play a model for you or whatever you have in your mind.”, Marti said, sounding offended and trying to unwrap himself from Nico´s embracement. They were at this abandoned place Filo had shown Marti back in November and where they´d hung out with him and Elia a few times while Fili took pictures for university. “Marti! Marti wait”, Nico shouted, trying to hold Marti back. “Marti please! Listen: I have this smartphone now, with a totally modern camera from this century! And I´d really like to try it out” “Well then, take a picture of the houses, the graffiti or the trees.”, Marti sighted. “But why? When there´re more beautiful and precious things to photograph?”, Nico replied with a grin on his face as Marti´s cheeks started to get red. “Yes, I´m talking about you, Marti. My beautiful, beautiful boyfriend.”, Niccolò whispered while his fingers started to caress Martino´s, still slightly red, cheeks and his face. “Well then I can send you the pic the photographer at school took from me and we´re fine, okay?” “Really Marti?! The school photographer´s photo? Have you seen them? They´re terrible! I don´t know why our school even hires him! Well maybe they like their students looking like they wear tons of Makeup and have the skin colour of a tomatoe? Then I´d understand it. But please don´t ask me why this guy became a photographer or why he even tries to edit pictures when he apparently isn´t able to do this and should stop... Okay, sorry for my rant but yeah, no the school photo won´t work and count. Even though you still look cute looking like a tomatoe wearing too much mascara and lip gloss”, Nico ends his rant with a peck to Martino´s lips. “So, in conclusion, I need a current picture of you which I took myself.”, Nico decided while doing his typical head wiggle. “Well, if you wouldn´t mind, the graffiti at the wall over there looks really cool so let´s move there for the first pictures.” “But I do mind, Ni!” Nico tried to pout at his comment. “Amore mio”, he whispered which brought a slight smile to Marti´s lips. “Do it for me. Please.”, Nico tried again and gained a sight from his boyfriend. “Okay”, Martino agreed to his pleadings. “Under one condition: You´re not going to show the pics to anyone. Not. Anyone. Especially not the boys. Okay? I mean it!” Nico had to giggle at Marti´s words and slung his arms around his neck. “I promise. Elio.”, was the end of the discussion before Nico pressed his lips to Marti´s, slightly.  

“Stop smiling! Don´t get me wrong, I love your smile. I really, really do. But remember: You´re a model right now! So please, try to look serious and sexy! I wanna take some gorgeous photos of my stunning boyfriend! So please, concentrate and let´s go!”, Nico said as he took another picture of Martino, laughing again. “Seriously, Ni? You don´t even want me to smile or laugh? I agreed to this whole photo thing and now I have to do this?”, Marti said, trying to look serious, pouting. “Marti, stop! Stay like this, don´t move, don´t change your face, that´s really good!”, Nico suddenly calls as he focuses the phone camera back on Martino. He takes a few shots and looks at them afterwards. “Damn Marti, these are good! Italia´s next male model? You´d be pretty good good in this job!” “Ni, stop this, you´re making a fool of yourself! Me as a topmodel? You´re kidding! I wasn´t even able to pause smiling and laughing while you took pictures of me!” “Well, I guess it has to do something with the guy behind the camera. He´s a really good-looking guy.” “Oh, but as you just mentioned it now, working with all those cute photographers and hot shooting partners...? Maybe modelling wouldn´t be such a bad option?”, Marti asked with a grin on his face. Nico gasped: “Don´t you dare! You said I was the only one for you. The man of your dreams!” “Well, but there´s plenty fish in the sea. So many attractions to discover. Who knows what or whom I´m going to find”, Marti countered, imitating Nico´s eyebrow raise. “Okay I´d wish you good luck in bed with whomever you´re going to find. Because only yesterday you said that, wait can you even say you properly said it? Gasped Moaned? Screamed? Decide for yourself, well you said that I´m the only one who can make you...” “Nico, please, stop it! Now!”, Marti called as his whole face turned red. “You´re the one for me, okay? The only one. And now, let´s continue making photos or anything. Hey, stop grinning! The wall back there looks nice”, Marti said, storming away. Nico was still standing where Marti had left him, grinning from eye to eye. Oh, how much he loved this boy.  

“I´d say that´s it!”, Nico said after what´s probably the1000th photo as he put the phone in his pocket. “Finally!”, Marti answered for what he gains an offended look of Nico. “Don´t be like that! I know you had fun! I can see it in your eyes, they are shining, Marti!”  “Well okay, maybe it wasn´t that bad. But definitely don´t think that this is going to happen more often from now on!”, Martino said as he laughed and grabbed Niccolò´s hand. “You wanna head back?” “Hm, maybe still stay for a bit? Look at the sky, the sun is setting already and it would be nice to watch it. With you.”, Nico said and looked up at Martino. “I´d love that”, the other boy said while he leaned down to press a short kiss to Nico´s lips. They settled on the ground, wrapped in each other´s arms, Nico´s head resting on Marti´s shoulder. “You wanna listen to some music?”, Nico suddenly asked and as Marti said yes, he looked expectant in his eyes. “What´s up? Play something.”, Marti said, his head pointing to his boyfriend. “Give me your phone then.” “Hey, you have your own now, you don´t need mine anymore, you know?” “Well, but you didn´t tell me how to play CDs on it, so yours it is.”, Nico answered while he was already fishing Martino´s phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He put the shuffle mode on and “The Heart of Life” by John Mayer started to play.  

“Really Marti? John Mayer? I didn´t knew you were a fanboy!”  

“I´m not a fanboy!”  

“Don´t be ashamed, Marti! There´s nothing bad about liking him and his music.”  

“Stop this, I´m not a fanboy! I heard the song on the radio once and searched for it ´cause I liked it. But that´s it, no more John Mayer. It´s not my type of music!”  

“Then what´s your kind of music, you no-John Mayer-fanboy?”  

“You know that perfectly well. Stop being so cocky, Mr. I love celtic music!”  

“Well well well, calm down Marti. John Mayer fan or not: I wanna dance with you.”

“You want... what?”  

“Dance with you! Come on! You already let me take pictures of you, so you can cope with a little dance.”

“But I can´t dance, Ni!”  

“Do you think I can?”, Nico replied with a laugh as he stood up and pulled Marti to his feet.  

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Nico pulled Marti close to his chest and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, Marti placed his on Nico´s waist. The stared slowly to sway to the music, not really moving around. Their eyes looked up to the sky. “I have to say our choice of romantic places is really weird. Well, we almost kissed for the first time in front of trash cans, kissed each other the first time for real at an abandoned pool and now we´re here.” “Oh, just shut up, Marti! I know you love it.”

Love turns the whole thing around

As they looked in each other`s eyes it seems like the whole world disappeared around them. No one and nothing else, just them. Their eyes glued to each other´s as if there wouldn´t be anything more beautiful and precious on this planet.

No, it won´t go all the way it should

They were right, no one of them could properly dance but as the song went on, they started to turn around. Slowly. Carefully. Hands still on the other one´s body. Still looking each other in the eyes. Still feeling the unconditional love.

But I know the heart of life is good

“Ni?”  

“Hm?”

“I love you. I Love you so much. I really do. Thank you so much for choosing me, for being here. You make my life the best. Thank you so much”

“Marti? I do love you too. I do. So much. Thank you for saving me, for being here, for seeing me. The real me, what I truly am. I love you so much.”

They rested their foreheads against each other´s, closing their eyes, interlacing their fingers, as they listened to each other´s heart beats as the song faded away...

Holding hands, they wandered back through the streets of Rome. Their feet went in the same rhythm, the same as their heart beats, dopey smiley´s on each of their faces. Niccolò suddenly stopped in the middle of the street. “Marti!” “Yeah? Everything okay?” “No! We forgot to take a picture of us together! We need to do that now”, Nico said as he was already approaching a curly haired girl which was standing at the other side of the street, friendly talking to her. Marti wasn´t able to realize what´s happening as Nico came back, the girl behind him, his smartphone in her hand. “Please, one last time. Smile for the pic, Marti!”, Niccolò said, as he was facing the camera, both of them smiling. As she took a last picture, Nico was standing on his tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to Marti´s cheek which got him smiling even wider as before. They thanked the girl for their helped and as they´d wish each other a nice evening, they went their own way.  

“She was nice, wasn´t she?”, Martino asked as their hands found each other again and they wandered to the bus stop.

“Nice? Huh? Do I need to get jealous?”

“No need to worry, Ni. You know, she´s not my type.”, Marti said with a grin.

“Really? I didn´t know? Then what´s your type?”

Marti stopped and was facing Nico now, cupping his face and looking him deeply in the eyes. “You.”, he said before he pressed his lips to Nico´s. These moments were rare. Displaying their affection and love to each other in public. In the streets of Rome. Certainly aware that some homophobic people could cross their path. But in this moment all of this doesn´t matter. It was only the two of them, their lips moving against each other. Being who they are. Happy in love. Happy.

As they reached the bus stop and sat down on one of the benches, they took out Nico´s phone to look at the pictures. “Damn Marti, we´re such a beautiful couple.”, Nico said grinning and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Can you send this to me?”, asked Marti as he pointed to the photo of Nico kissing his cheek. “Sure.” A few moments later Marti´s phone was ringing. “What are you doing?”, asked Nico suspiciously as Marti opened the Instagram app. “Oh I´m just posting this photo. I mean you already said it, we´re beautiful.”, he said grinning. As Marti had chosen the picture he added the perfect caption. Two words, nothing more, nothing less. But still so meaningful. He took a look at Nico and smiled aat him, fondly, before he posted the picture.

“No filter.”

------

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole thing around

No, it won´t all go the way it should

But I know the heart of life is good

I know it´s good.

-The Heart of Life; John Mayer

[the-name-is-marti]

Maaarti, can you explain the 1 pixel thing better?? Btw you're a huge inspiration, one of my favorite artists and people since i met you. I wish i had the courage to say this face to face and compliment you more often lol

wtf you met me? thats sweet thanks! Ah the one pixel thing is …… png’s are transparent so just get rid of one pixel from any point of the drawing and the image will be clear are sharp when u post it instead of whatever the fuck tumblr was doing to my resolution before

[tiefighter]

[whispers ☄]

MARTY MAN IF I HAD HALF YOUR BRAVERY WITH DEALING WITH SHIT I’D BE A FUCKING LION TAMER BY NOW jesus christ dude I’m so proud of you how the fuck

[ejzah]

NCIS LA Season 14 Countdown, Day 9

A/N: Since I messed up yesterday, we’re doing season 4 today. And I’ve gone with yet another favorite episode, Wanted.

***

It All Began In A Bathhouse

“Alright, Deeks, we have about 20 minutes to get this set up,” Kensi said, handing him a bag that was surprisingly hefty. Behind him, Anatoli Kirkin sat on a cushioned chair, legs casually crossed, like they weren’t currently staging his death. “Make sure he knows the plan. We can’t screw this up.”

“I think I can handle it,” Deeks responded with just a touch of sarcasm in his voice. “Although, if you want to take over…” With the way Kirkin kept looking at him, he’d be fine with handing over this particular duty.

“Oh no, he is all yours,” Kensi told him in an undertone. Raising her voice, she turned to Kirkin. “Mr. Kirkin, we’re going to have you wear a device with fake blood for when your shot.”

“Believe me, this will not be the first time I have worn a squib, Agent,” Kirkin assured with an airy laugh. “When you live a life such as mine, sometimes there are…sticky situations.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not asking,” Deeks muttered to know one in particular. Kirkin stood then, folding his hands in front of him that would have seemed disarming if Deeks didn’t know he was a dangerous arms dealer.

“So, will you or the Detective be applying this device?” His eyes flicked to Deeks, his gaze suggestive.

“Oh, this one is all on Deeks.” Making a hasty retreat, Kensi whispered, “Good luck!” As she passed Deeks, ignoring his pleading look.

“And now it’s just the two of us,” Kirkin declared. “Lucky me.”

“Yeah, fantastic.” Deeks ran his hand through his hair and grabbed the bag. Kirkin watched his every move with great interest. When he’d woken up this morning, this was not how he’d imagined his day going.

“I noticed everyone calls you Deeks,” Kirkin commented as Deeks brought over the blood packs. “Do you have a first name?”

“You know, this is supposed to be a business transaction, not s

speed dating,” Deeks reminded him. And boy that was a poor choice of words based on the way Kirkin’s face lit up. He turned coy then.

“Mm, yes, and I’ve been so cooperative so far. I’d hate for that to end over such a silly thing as a name.”

“Fine.” Glaring at him, Deeks reluctantly told him, “My first name is Martin. Marty. Now unbutton your shirt.”

“Ooh, Marty, I like that,” Kirkin sighed while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“Yeah, I kind of prefer just Deeks.”

“Maaarty.”

“Ok, Kirkin, I’m going to need you to stop drawling my name in such a creepy way. While you take of your shirt,” he rambled. He shook his head a couple times. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“You seem very nervous, Marty. You should calm down,” Kirkin suggested. He held his arms out wide, once again revealing more than Deeks wanted to see of him. True to his word though, he seemed used to the process and fortunately, didn’t interfere at all.

Once he was done, Deeks took a step back and started packing everything back up.

“Alright, you’re set. So, in the bar, you’re going to wait until Agent Hanna comes in. You’ll give me a signal—”

“Yes, I have that all figured out,” Kirkin interrupted. “When I’m ready, I’ll wink at you and your undercover agent will shoot me.”

“Pretty sure a wink isn’t standard protocol,” Deeks commented, pursing his lips.

“But it is so much more fun.” Eyeing him again, Kirkin touched the cuff of his sleeve. “You look good in this, but I preferred you at the bathhouse. Though, I have always liked the idea of dating a bartender.”

“And on that note, I will see you in the bar.”

“I look forward to it, Marty.”

Yeah, Kensi definitely wouldn’t let him live this down for a long time.

***

A/N: I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to bring Kirkin back for this countdown.

[ejzah]

I made this comment last night after the episode aired: Who wants to bet that the outfits Deeks was modeling involved increasingly less material as the night progressed? Much to Deeks’ chagrin and Kensi and Kirkin’s delight.

A/N: I definitely ran with this idea, @chicgeekgirl89. I hope you enjoy.

***

Quid Pro Quo

“This is completely ridiculous,” Deeks muttered for the hundredth time. He glanced over at Kensi who was happily sipping at her champagne-completely tipsy at this point and apparently past the point of caring what Anatoli Kirkin did with him-and what looked like a thin cookie of some kind.

“Oh come now, Marty,” Kirkin said in a cajoling voice, popping up from behind the camera. “You know I love it when you pout and act all grumpy, but this is not what envisioned for this photo shoot.”

“Yeah, Marty, don’t be all pouty,” Kensi chimed in, snorting to herself. Glancing over his shoulder, he glared at her and she made a concerted, but in the end futile, effort not to laugh.

Honestly, he would probably be laughing too if one of the other guys were forced to wear something that resembled the imaginings of someone on LSD. Of course, no one else on the team had a crazy Russian ex-criminal who was obsessed with them and likely to make strange requests as a form of payment. He was just that lucky.

His current outfit was black with orange stripes, making him resemble something like a strange wasp. At least there weren’t any animals attached to it this time.

“Chin up.” Kirkin directed him with a little waving gesture which Deeks followed with a reluctant sigh. “Perfect! Time for the next outfit.”

That left four more by Deeks’ count. Without a word, he accepted the latest garment bag from Kirkin and headed for the changing rooms. He supposed he was lucky Kirkin had allowed him that small privacy.

He came back out a couple minutes later, in black pants and a light blue dress shirt paired with a black tie and shoes that probably cost more than Deeks’ whole wardrobe put together. It was the least offensive thing he’d worn all night.

“Not bad,” Kensi commented when he walked back into the photography room and took up the pose Kirkin kept asking for. “Not bad at all.” Her eyes slid down to butt and he frowned at her.

“I agree, but there’s just a little something missing,” Kirkin said with a little sigh. He looked Deeks up and down too and then clapped his hands together. He started to reach towards Deeks and then glanced in Kensi’s direction and drew back. “Martin, could you roll your sleeves up? Just above the elbows.”

Shaking his head, Deeks rolled each sleeve up a few times while Kirkin watched eagerly.

“It’s almost the same as the first case when we met.” Lowering his voice, Kirkin added, “You remember, when we were both naked in the Russian baths.” This time he did touch Deeks; it was little more than a brush of his knuckles against Deeks’ forearm, but it was enough to make him shudder uncomfortably.

“Hey, keep your hands to yourself,” Kensi ordered, a note of warning in her voice. She suddenly sounded competent sober and dangerous. Kirkin obviously heard it too because he immediately dropped his hand, and moved behind the safety of the camera again.

“I apologize. I was...overcome,” he said, his expression a little guilty.

The next half hour passed in a blur. Kirkin brought in several more props for Deeks to pose with. Then two more costume changes. Deeks noticed that the clothes were getting increasingly smaller and tighter.

Currently, he was wearing a pair of exceedingly white pants and a shiny blue shirt that was straight out of “Saturday Night Fever”. The shirt gaped open, revealing the majority of his chest and stomach.

“The 70’s had its perks,” Kensi commented, moving her chair to get a better view.

“No more champagne for you,” Deeks told her firmly.

“You look absolutely wonderful! Those pants fit you like a glove and your chest...” Kirkin made a wistful sound. “You have never looked better.”

“Can we get on with this?”

“Of course. Now for this one, I’d like you to put your left arm in the air and the other on your hip.”

“I’m not doing disco poses, Kirkin.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Deeks tried to look as serious as he could while wearing pants that left very little to the imagination. They felt tighter than anything he’d worn in his exotic dancing days.

“Maaarty, you promised...” Kirkin gave him a pointed look while throwing adopting the post he apparently wanted Deeks to mimic.

“I promised to do a photo shoot, not a feature for Play Girl magazine,” Deeks said,

“I’d buy that issue.” Off to the side, Kensi regraded him with a lascivious look in her eye.

“Me too,” Kirkin added, so quietly Deeks wasn’t sure he’d heard him.

“Oh my god! Fine, I’ll do it.” He tossed his head back with a groan and planted a hand on one hip. “Anything to get this over with. But-“ he pointed between Kensi and Kirkin, two people he never thought would be joining ranks against him- “no one else will ever hear about this or see these photos.”

“Of course.” Kensi nodded along with Kirkin, pressing her lips together either in apparent delight or to hold back laughter again. Kirkin snapped a few more pictures, moving more quickly than he had before. Maybe he realized that Deeks was reaching the end of his patience.

“And now for the last outfit,” Kirkin announced, letting out a sad little sigh. “I have enjoyed this evening together.”

“Yeah it’s been great,” Deeks drawled sarcastically.

“I’ll be back in just a few moments.” He touched Deeks arm as he left the room, but this time Kensi didn’t seem to notice.

“This is so much worse than I imagined.” He plopped down in a chair beside Kensi, pushing on the bridge of his nose to alleviate the inevitable head ache he felt coming.

“I don’t think it’s that bad,” Kensi said, tilting her head as she eyed him again. She reached over and trailed her fingers down his chest, pausing on his abs.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head at her. “I brought you along to protect me.”

“I am still perfectly capable of protecting you.” She gave him a lazy smile and winked. “And enjoying the view.”

Before Deeks could comment on that, Kirkin returned with a surprisingly small bag this time.

“I was saving this for a very special occasion,” he said with a smile that made Deeks highly suspicious. Kensi leaned forward to get a better look as Kirkin reached in and removed the item of clothing.

It was small and checkered. God, what was with the guy and checkers?”

“Are those...?”

“Hot pants!” Kensi finished, laughing on clear delight. “Oh my god, they’re checkered hot pants.”

“I designed them myself.”

Deeks just stared for a minute, completely horrified. Apparently Kirkin thought it was admiration. His obsession with checkers was disturbing, but at least there weren’t any stuffed animals involved. Probably because there wasn’t room.

“You are delusional if you think I’m putting those on, Kirkin,” Deeks said, laughing at he absurdity of it. “I will wear your ludicrous idea of a coat, I’ll even hold your creepy stuffed animals, but I will not wear hot pants for you.”

“What about our deal?” Kirkin asked, giving the shorts a little shake. “You didn’t make any stipulations.”

“And that was a grave error on my part. I blame it on the overwhelming fumes of hairspray clouding my head.”

“Your hard work deserves to be recognized.” He turned to Kensi when Deeks remained stone-faced. “Kensi, tell him those muscles, deserve to be on display.”

“Yeah, I’m not quite that drunk.”

“Imagine how these-” he gave the pants another shake- “will emphasize those beautiful muscles, tan, and his tight bottom.”

“Alright, we’re out of here,” Deeks decided, grabbing Kensi’s hand and tugging her along after him.

“Marty, please don’t go,” Kirkin called frantically. “The pictures don’t even need to be published. They’ll go straight to my private collection! Martin?!”

“I am so glad I came along,” Kensi said, giggling to herself. “This goes in my top 10 favorite days.”

“You are a terrible body guard.” He tried to maintain a serious expression, but he couldn’t in the face of Kensi’s amusement.

“Oh please, Kirkin would never do anything to hurt you.” She patted his arm and added, “He adores you too much.”

“Fantastic,” he muttered.

“You know,” Kensi said a few minutes later as they drove home. “We totally should have snagged those shorts.”

“You really want to see me in checkered hot pants?”

“I’m curious.” She shrugged. “And as Kirkin said, you have a very nice butt.”

***

A/N: The reference to drawnings/paintings comes from some of my other stories where I’ve had Kirkin give Deeks a series of highly inappropriate gifts.

[ejzah]

I didn’t hear one “Maaarty” in the Densi and Kirkin sneak peek and I’ll admit I’m fairly disappointed.

[ejzah]

Can u a story about an alternate version of Densi’s wedding where Kirkin’s actual goal all along was to kidnap the groom aka DEEKS. XD

A/N: I know I have others stories waiting, but this one spoke to me. The events of the episode are a little altered to fit the prompt and I’ve excluded the guys that came after Kirkin.

***

“I cannot believe Kirkin actually tried to kidnap me on my wedding day,” Deeks said, shaking his head. He rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. As if he needed the additional stress.

Callen patted him on the shoulder, consolingly and with surprising sincerity.

“Well, hopefully he got the message,” he said. On the other side of him, Sam shook his head, looking equally amused and annoyed.

“Only you would have a Russian criminal who’s obsessed with you and won’t take no for an answer.” Deeks glared at him.

“I’m glad you find this funny, Sam.”

“Hey, you woke me up in the middle of the night after you broke into my boat. You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood,” Sam said, looking pointedly at Deeks.

“Point taken.” Deeks sighed and scratched at his head, already feeling exhausted. This day was already 20 times more stressful than he’d been expecting. “Well, I’m gonna go to the mission and see if I can find my box.”

“Good luck,” Callen offered, clapping him on the shoulder again. “We’ll meet you at the venue.” As they headed to their cars, Deeks prayed that the excitement was over for the day. He didn’t think his nerves could take anymore.

***

Deeks stared at the ring and letter Kensi had given him, completely overwhelmed. Kensi was somewhere in the building, presumably getting ready with her bridesmaids, and it was taking all his effort not to find her and say to hell with tradition.

He glanced down at his watch and swore under his breath. The guests would be arriving soon and he hadn’t even started to get changed. He grabbed the garment bag with his suit and stripped off his jacket and shirt. There was a slight noise behind him, followed by a horribly familiar voice.

“I see I’ve come at the perfect time.” Deeks yelped and spun around, automatically reaching for his gun, which he belatedly remembered he’d left at work, and covering half his chest with the other.

“Kirkin, jesus, how the hell did you get in here?” he hissed. “And-and more importantly, what are you doing here? Again.” Kirkin just stared for a moment, glancing at his bare chest with a small smirk.

“Maaarty, you must know I will always come for you,” he answered with disturbing sincerity. He sighed deeply, eyes straying back to Deeks chest. “It has been too long since we’ve been together like this.” Deeks took a step back.

“Ok, first of all, that is probably one of the most creepy things you have ever said, which is saying something,” Deeks said, ticking off points on his finger. Callen and Sam would never let him live this down. “Secondly, I specifically told you that I did not need, or want, you to rescue me or whatever the hell you think you’re doing right now. And let me reiterate, this is super creepy.”

Kirkin’s expression turned to one of sympathy, which was even more disconcerting. If that was possible.

“I know, Martin. But it occurred to me that the two of us have never been given a fair chance. Ever since that day we met, there has been something undeniable between us, but we’ve never been given the opportunity to fully explore it.”

“If you’re referring to your complete insanity, then yes, that it definitely between us.” Kirkin tilted his head, reaching out to touch Deeks’ arm with the top of his finger.

“You have always had such a wonderful sense of humor,” he gushed. Deeks rolled his eyes and reached into the pocket of his jeans.

“M’kay, I’m texting my team. You better hope Kensi doesn’t get in on this, because she will pulverize you. And then there’s her five bridesmaids and mom, who have been looking forward to this day for years,” Deeks said, typing as he spoke. Kirkin cleared his throat, slipping his hand beneath his suit jacket to pull out a gun.

“I wouldn’t do that Martin. You are coming with me. Now.”

***

“Hey, have you seen Deeks?” Callen asked, as Nell passed him in the hall, likely on the way to start directing guests.

“Um, no, why?” She turned around, clearly sensing that something else was going on.

“We were supposed to run through his vows with him 20 minutes ago, but he never showed. And now we can’t find him.” Nell’s brows furrowed and she grabbed her phone.

“We’ve already tried calling him,” Sam said. “He didn’t pick up.”

“That’s not a good sign,” she murmured. “But I was actually going to check the security cameras. I can tap into a few and see where he’s been.” She tapped at her phone a bit more, staring at the screen and then after a few minutes, frowned again. “What is Kirkin doing here?”

Sam and Callen immediately crowded on either side of her, watching over her shoulder.

“Oh, that is not good,” Callen muttered, glancing at Sam.

“Ok, you guys need to tell me what’s going on. Like right now,” Nell said, lowering the phone for a moment.

“Kirkin showed up earlier today and tried to “rescue” Deeks,” Sam explained.

“You’re joking.”

“I wish was.” Nell sighed and resumed watching the surveillance feed.

“Well, let’s see where he went. He better not mess this up for Kensi and Deeks or I will kill him. I do not have the patience to wait around while they plan a second wedding,” she said and Callen smirked at Sam over her head.

“Hm, it looks like he went into Deeks’ dressing room. That’s a little creepy.”

“Uh guys,” Eric interrupted, appearing in the hallway with a harried expression. “What’s going on? Guests are starting to arrive, the bridal party is almost ready and they’re wondering where everyone else is at.”

“We think Anatoli Kirkin might have kidnapped Deeks,” Sam explained shortly.

“Are you serious? Why aren’t we doing anything about it?”

“Because you’re still talking.” Sam gestured to Nell’s phone. “Did they come out?”

“Yes...and Kirkin took him, by gun point, to what looks like a lounge at the other end of the building,” Nell said. “So far they’re still in there unless they left through one of the windows.

“Ok, we’ll go retrieve Deeks. And you guys are in charge of making sure that Kensi doesn’t find out anything about this. Got it?” Callen instructed. They both nodded and scurried off.

“C’mon partner, let’s save Deeks from his crazy Russian boyfriend.”

***

“So what exactly is your plan, Kirkin?” Deeks asked, the skepticism clear in his voice. After Kirkin had pulled the gun on him, he’d lead him to a small room, ensuring Deeks’ compliance with the threat of violence if necessary. Part of Deeks thought he was probably bluffing, but he also didn’t want to underestimate him.

“I have my men waiting outside. When the time is right, we will make our escape,” Kirkin replied, clearly pleased with himself.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work. You know that, right? Even if you make it out the door, my team will take you down. There’s no way they haven’t missed me by now.” Kirkin patted him on the shoulder consolingly.

He hadn’t let Deeks put his shirt back on and he was feeling distinctly exposed and...nipply. He retreated to other side of the room and sat down in a small love seat. He’d known something would go wrong and boy had he been right. He felt a grim sense of satisfaction that his intuition had been so on point.

“Don’t worry, Marty, my men will protect us. And then we will be free to be together.”

The door to the room burst open, smacking off the wall as Callen and Sam appeared in the doorway. They were both armed and dressed in their tuxes.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Sam said darkly. Kirkin reached for Deeks again and Sam moved in on him, pointing his gun directly at his head. “Don’t even think about it.”

Kirkin wisely took a few steps back and dropped his weapon on the ground. Sam kicked it away.

“You ok, Deeks?” Callen asked, frowning as he took in Deeks’ bare chest.

“Well, I was almost kidnapped on my wedding day, we have about 300 guests waiting for me and Kensi to get married and I think I’m on the verge of a panic attack,” he summed up and then blew out a long breath. “No, I’m not doing great.”

“Put your hands behind your back, Kirkin,” Sam ordered.

“Gentleman, I’m sure we can all overlook this small understanding and just go about our business,” Kirkin said in what was apparently supposed to be a charming tone. Sam just shook his head and gestured for Callen to cuff him.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” Sam asked Deeks eventually.

“Don’t ask,” Deeks told him firmly. Kirkin shot him an appealing look and then sighed.

“I will never forget the first time we met, frolicking naked together,” he said reminiscently. Deeks frowned, wondering what fantasy world the man was living in.

“Ok, that’s not what happened. I was undercover at a Russian bathhouse and I’m sorry to break your heart there, Kirkin, but I was not frolicking because I don’t frolick. I have never frolicked,” he clarified firmly.

“You are a frolicker and you know it,” Kirkin said in what Deeks assumed was supposed to be a seductive tone, leaning towards him.

“This is the worst wedding ever,” Deeks retorted, sitting down again and crossing his arms.

“Guys, what the hell is going on? The ceremony is supposed to start in five minutes,” Kensi said, running through the door, closely followed by a harried looking Eric and Nell. It took her approximately 10 seconds to notice Kirkin. “What the are you doing here?”

“You had one job,” Sam said to Nell and Eric. Nell shrugged, gesturing to Kensi.

“What can I say, she threatened to hurt us if we didn’t tell her where you were,” she explained. Somehow Deeks didn’t think Nell had put up that much of a fight.

Kensi glanced at Deeks and then back at Kirkin, who raised his hands defensively as she descended on him. Dressed in her wedding dress, and with a look of pure fury on her face, she had never looked more beautiful to Deeks. Even though she was unarmed, she was frightening.

“Kensi, you look lovely,” Kirkin tried.

“Kirkin, did you try to kidnap my fiancé?” she asked in a dangerous voice. He took another step backwards.

“Please, you must understand, Kensi. You know how irresistible Martin is. His hair, his muscles. I could not help myself.” Kensi made an incredulous sound and shook her head and shoved Kirkin into a chair.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered. That seemed to be the general consensus.

Callen had moved over to the side and was on his phone. From the sound of it, he was calling in reinforcements. Apparently he and Sam had taken out a Kirkin’s cronies before making their grand entrance.

Kensi sat down next to Deeks and ran her fingers through his hair, looking concerned.

“Are you ok, baby?” she asked, checking him over. He laid a hand over hers, holding it in place and nodded.

“Yeah. I may be about to have a nervous break down, or possibly a stroke, but otherwise, I’m fine.”

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning her head against his. He sighed, leaning into her touch. “Let’s get married.” He grinned at that, feeling content for the first time in hours.

“Let’s get married,” he agreed.

“You should probably put some more clothes on,” Callen suggested with just a hint of a smirk.

“I’ll go help him change,” Eric offered. Kensi linked their fingers as she tugged him up. As they left the room, Kirkin reached towards Kensi with a desperate expression.

“Kensi, don’t hurt him,” he begged. “You know, we could always work something out between the three of us!” Sam jerked him back, not being particularly gentle.

“I’m gonna need a lot of champagne,” Deeks sighed as they left the room, Kirkin being led by Nell and Callen, while Sam brought up the rear.

“Or vodka.” Kensi added.

***

A/N: As creepy as he is, I have so much fun writing Kirkin. Sadly, Hetty didn’t quite fit into this one with the changes to the plot. Some dialogue is pulled directly from “Till Death Do Us Part”.

Thanks for the prompt!

[ejzah]

Do you think Deeks ever has nightmares about Kirkin coming to get him? Or ones where he just hears Kirkin repeatedly saying “Maaarty”?

[densi-mber]

Dinner Guest

A/N: @mashmaiden and @bluenet13 mentioned that they’d like to see Mama Deeks and Kirkin meet. Things might have gotten a little ridiculous.

***

Deeks pressed a lingering kiss to Kensi’s lips as they finished a slow dance and then straightened.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, unable to stop smiling.

“Where are you going?” Kensi asked, smoothing her hands up his back.

“I wanna check on Mama. I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“I’m sure she’s ok.” Deeks pulled back, raising an eyebrow at Kensi.

“You’ve seen her when she’s had a few drinks and there’s been a lot of champagne floating around tonight,” he reminded her and Kensi nodded in concession.

“Mm, yeah, go check on her,” she said, leaning in to kiss him again. “But hurry back.”

Deeks expected to find his mom flirting with one of his friends or sharing embarrassing stories with the team. What he found instead was so much worse; his mom was seated at a back table, appearing to be very engrossed in conversation with Anatoli Kirkin.

“Mom, what are you doing?” he hissed.

“Oh, Martin, you scared me! I’m just talking to this nice gentleman,” she explained, gesturing to Kirkin who smiled benignly up at Deeks.

“Mom, he’s wearing handcuffs!” Deeks said, his voice rising slightly.

“Well, that’s not my fault.”

“Your lovely Mother was just telling me stories from when you were a boy,” Kirkin offered and Deeks glared down at him. He’d need to have a talk with Eric and Nell about their babysitting duties.

“Why exactly are you still here?” he asked Kirkin, who waved his hands dismissively, apparently unencumbered by the handcuffs.

“Oh, apparently it’s taking some time for the proper authorities to come for me. So I figured, why not enjoy myself? You’re mother truly is a delight.” Roberta and Kirkin shared a smile and Deeks rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, she’s great.”

“You should come over for dinner sometime, Anatoli,” Roberta suggested. Shaking his head in disbelief, Deeks repeated,

“Again, Mom, he’s wearing handcuffs. He’s a criminal and he tried to kidnap me today.” Roberta sighed, smacking lightly on the leg.

“Kiddo, you’re awfully tense for someone who just got married. Now, Anatoli, do you like pot roast or lasagna better? Marty loves my lasagna, but since you’re the guest...”

“Oh of course we must have Marty’s favorite,” Kirkin said eagerly.

“Oh my god,” Deeks groaned. “You’re not going to make dinner for him! He’s going back to prison-which he will probably finagle his way out of-and you are absolutely not to tell him anymore stories about me.”

“But Maaarty, you were such a charming boy,” Kirkin whined. “And I make a wonderful guest. I will bring my famous Death by Chocolate cake.”

“I need another drink,” Deeks sighed as Roberta and Kirkin started swapping dessert recipes.

When he made his way back to Kensi, he was significantly calmer, having turned Kirkin over to a couple of agents and consumed two glasses of champagne in quick succession.

“That took a while, What was your mom doing?” Kensi asked as he once again pulled her into his arms and started swaying to the music.

“You don’t want to know,” he sighed into her neck, then added after a moment, “But if she invites us to dinner in the near future, we can’t make it.”

“If you’re referring Kirkin, she’s already texted me. Oh, and he’s bringing a cheesecake, assuming he gets out of prison in time,” Kensi said, patting him on the shoulder as he groaned again. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Kirkin if necessary.”

“Best wife ever,” he muttered.

[ejzah]

Kirkin when he first sees Deeks at the wedding:

"Maaarty..."

"Kirkin, what are you doing here?" Deeks demands.

"You didn't think I'd miss your special day, did you? Besides, I had to see you in your suit," Kirkin says and let's out a shuddery sigh.

"Ok, please don't do that again," Deeks says, looking thoroughly disturbed.

"It fits you like a glove." Kirkin begins fingering his lapel. "And your hair..."

"Uh, yeah, I need to find Kensi and uh, you enjoy yourself," Deeks babbles, taking several hasty steps backwards. Naturally, Kirkin follows.

"Marty, I'm sure Kensi and Jesse would understand..."

"No, no I don't think they would," Deeks interrupts him. "I need to go find Kensi and a really strong drink."

"But Maaarty..." Kirkin whines as Deeks walks away. "Promise me you'll save me at least one dance!"