This story takes place sometime in the few months following Love Honor and Cherish, just after Sympathy for the Devil. Michael is noticing Nikita pulling away from him in what seems to be a reaction to her marriage to Helmut Volker. The issue remains as they continue as lovers, regardless of the distance growing between them. This story rated NC-17. It contains graphic material intended for adults only, so please be for warned. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: The following story is pure fiction and my creation. The characters used clearly belong to USA and the WB networks and are not my own.

The French doors that led into the apartment opened slowly and quietly. The man crept inside, and closed the doors. The only sound made was a soft click as the doors latched into place. He surveyed the small apartment carefully before he crossed the living room floor. He looked at the furnishing, the decor, it all seemed to be in her taste. He didn’t know who this woman really was though, and looking around her apartment he tried to find some clues to her true self. He came to the steps that lead up to what he presumed to be the bedroom and softly climbed them. When he entered the room his foot fell on an article of clothing, and realizing that it was slightly too large to belong to her, he froze. At the same time he heard it, the familiar cocking of a 45 and the light in the bedroom flashed on.

She was there, sitting in bed, with the sheet pulled up to cover herself. She was so lovely, the woman he had married not long ago. But her face was different, stern unyielding. Not a hint of shock flashed over her as she stared into his face. He melted slightly at the sight of her and then was pulled back into reality as the man next to her held a gun pointed at his head.

“Stand. Raise your hands,” Michael said authoritatively.

“Freddie, how nice to see you again,” Helmut replied with a charming smile and complied with the orders, rising from his slightly crouched position and raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Nikita sighed deeply and got out of bed, completely naked, a sight he had envisioned many times in his exile. Michael’s gaze then shifted momentarily as gave Nikita a disapproving look. She looked back at Michael with a gesture of how ridiculous he was acting. It was not as if this other man hadn’t seen naked her before. She picked up an ivory slip from the clothes strewn across the floor, from the night’s earlier activities, and put it on. She didn’t mind either one of these men seeing her bare, but she was uncomfortable with them doing it at the same time.

“Why are you here, Helmut,” she asked calmly as she frisked him, taking away various sizes of guns, knifes and miscellaneous weapons that he was forced to carry in order to stay alive.

“My dear Anna, I simply wanted to see your lovely face again.” He grinned, seemingly unaffected by finding her here with the man he had known as her former lover and partner in crime.

Although the real Anna and Freddie, dead now, had been heroine dealers and partners in many ways, Nikita and Michael’s relationship wasn’t far off from the one they played for Helmut. It was all another twisted plot by Section to gain intel on Red Cell. But this particular mission had not gone as Nikita had originally expected, she had been ordered to marry this man.

But Helmut Volker was no ordinary man; he was an extremely wealthy arms dealer. And that wasn’t the entire story either. Helmut was playing her and Section One as well. He was really an agent for Interpol, working for the same goals, and caught in the same mix up with Nikita in posing as someone he was not.

How ironic that they married in an attempt to extort information or aide from each other in their quest to bring down the same villainous group, having no idea who the other was. Helmut had been honest with Nikita after a time, explaining himself when there was no option but the truth. She, however, had continued to play him regardless. He knew that Anna wasn’t who she said she was when she saved his life that last moment together in the bowels of a building he had just rescued from destruction. She ordered him to shoot her in the arm, told him to run, to get out fast, and he understood somehow she’d be all right. But he knew no more. Helmut had never seen the man he knew as Freddie raise a gun to his back as he ran, and witnessed how his Anna had pleaded for his life.

Michael had seen it all, and would never forgive Helmut for the liberties he took with Nikita. Every time Helmut touched his Nikita, he knew, and Michael had wanted Helmut dead from the first instant he had laid eyes on Michael’s most valued possession. Michael sat there in bed, the bed he and Nikita shared so often, and began to apply pressure to the trigger, thinking how much he’d love to see this man’s brains hit the wall behind him in one glorious splat. That asshole, how dare he take advantage of Nikita’s post, even as an agent of Interpol, especially as an agent of Interpol! There was nothing stopping Michael from pulling the trigger, in fact he would be commended for doing so. Helmut was sentenced to die for the treason he committed against Interpol, not to mention the treason he committed against Nikita. His breathing quickened and his teeth clenched as he thought about it.

Nikita looked up disapprovingly at Michael when she had finished frisking Helmut. Her eyes narrowed on him and Michael lowered the gun, knowing what she wanted. They could read each other easily after all these years in this taxing profession. He uncocked the 45, but didn’t put it aside. He just sat and watched as Nikita and Helmut exchanged glances. He was totally naked under the sheet that covered him from the waist down. Being uncomfortable, however, was something that never stopped him from getting the job done, and he was fully prepared to jump up at any moment and crush this man’s skull in.

Nikita sighed and put her hand to Helmut’s frustrated face and smiled.

“Why did you really come here?” she asked softly.

“I told you the truth before,” he said with a hopeless shrug of his shoulders, still holding his hands up.

A part of Helmut had hoped that she did care for him and they could somehow be together again, only this time it would real, nothing between them, other than warrants for each of their deaths. She smiled. She was flattered that he thought so affectionately of her still, but they never had loved each other. Nikita cared for him, greatly in fact. She admired him for his humanity, something Nikita had worked so hard to maintain in the face injustices she performed day in and out. Helmut seemed the only one capable of truly understanding how she felt. Maybe at some point in his life Michael had been that way too. But if he had, those feelings were long gone. Despite his feelings for her and recent actions against Section One, Michael primarily seemed to be a machine.

“Come on.” she said and gestured for Helmut to follow her into the kitchen.

Michael started to raise the gun again and Nikita gave him such a sharp look that Michael couldn’t help but recoil from. Helmet smirked as he followed her and threw Michael one of his token charming smiles over his small victory. Michael’s hate flared and he snarled as they walked out. He set the gun down on the nightstand and got up to find his pants.

***

Nikita started some coffee and invited Helmut to sit at the island in her little half kitchen. She looked past him into the bedroom where she saw Michael pulling on his pants and smirked. He rarely showed this kind of emotion when it came to her being rented out as a section whore. She felt vindicated. It about time he got a taste of his own medicine. How many times had Michael flaunted his affairs in front of her? Well perhaps flaunt was a slightly extreme term to describe Michael’s actions, but she still had endured his section ordered escapades just the same, not to mention the knowledge of him having a son by another woman.

She grinned as these thoughts raced through her mind.

“What is so funny, Anna? I’m finding it difficult to find the humor in this situation,” he asked.

“Nothing,” she replied still smirking, “and my name is Nikita.”

“I assumed as much,” Helmut said, acknowledging the con she performed on him.

“So Freddie is...?” He asked waiting for her to fill in the blank.

“ None of your business,” Michael said coming down from the bedroom to join them, the 45 slipped into the front of his pants.

“Michael,” Nikita scolded him as he flashed another look of jealousy and came around the island to wrap his arms around her, in a “mine” sort of gesture.

Nikita grinned and slipped out of the embrace to finish getting the coffee.

“So, I assume you’ll have to kill me now that I know your real names,” Helmut replied, testing the waters with a little humor.

“Yes.” Michael said coldly as Nikita rolled her eyes and Helmut gave an uncomfortable laugh.

The air couldn’t be cut with a chainsaw there was so much tension in it. Nikita brought over the coffee and broke Michael’s threatening stare as Helmut tried to retain his typical socialite demeanor.

“So. There are some things we need to settle,” Nikita began.

“First off, you cannot stay here Helmut, and I’m not coming with you,” she said firmly.

Michael grinned at this.

“But you can stay here tonight if you need to. There is a compartment next to the stairs that will hide you well enough, should anyone come looking for you,” she said and gestured to it after taking a sip of coffee.

Helmut nodded understanding. He expected as much.

“I don’t need to know anymore, my dear,” he said and took her hand to kiss it.

Michael came close to slapping Helmut’s face away but Nikita smiled affectionately as he placed a single kiss on her delicate hand, and Michael tried to compose himself.

“Thank you for your kindness Nikita.” He looked to Michael. “And of course yours Michael, for not shooting me,” he said with a smile.

Michael glared at Helmut’s sly smiling expression and envisioned wiping it off with his fist, then grinned evilly back at him.

“Don’t thank me yet, Helmut,” he said, still grinning.

Helmut’s smile faded slowly as chill ran up his spine.

Nikita kissed Michael on the cheek to soften his mood.

“Go back to bed,” she asked him sweetly.

Michael looked at her questioning the request. Nikita smiled back at him, softly pleading for a moment alone with Helmut. Michael sighed and turned to walk back into the bedroom.

When he was gone Nikita slid onto the barstool next to Helmut and smiled warmly. Helmut relaxed, thinking of when she’d given him that same smile during their short stint as husband and wife. He missed her softness in his life, he hated the idea that she was probably forced to be with him. He hated it even more that this man, Michael, who Helmut had thought lost her to him was really the one she loved. He allowed the disappointment to show on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“What do you think?” He smiled, and picked up the mug of coffee she’d brought him.

He paused for a moment before taking a sip, wondering if she had slipped anything into it, but decided against that and took a drink.

“I’m sorry Helmut,” she said calmly.

“I know you are, Nikita. I’m sorry too,” he replied.

“Neither one of us had a choice. But it wasn’t a total failure,” Nikita said and took another sip from her mug.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

Nikita froze, remembering that Helmut still had no idea that his brother was the true villain that Section had “taken care of .”

“Never mind,” she said.

“I understand. You can’t tell me much can you?” Helmut asked.

Nikita shook her head in reply and Helmut sighed.

“Its over now, Helmut,” she said.

“Yes, I understand that too,” he said with a half smile and looked down at his cup.

“Will you tell me one thing, Nikita?” he asked.

“I will if I can,” she said, remembering how many times various people in Section had said the same to her, to the same question, with the same reply.

“Did you really have all that much of a horrible time being my wife?” he asked smiling.

“No, of course not,” she said and kissed him on the cheek. “It was one of my better assignments.”

“Thank you,” he said and kissed her hand.

“ I’ll be right back,” she said, and got up to go into the bedroom.

Nikita came back with his gear, a pillow, and a blanket and set them down to open the compartment below her bedroom.

“There isn’t a great deal of space, but I’ve successfully used this spot many times. It’s safe,” she said.

He got up and walked over to her, took her in a friendly embrace and began to organize his weapons.

“Goodnight,” she said and kissed him on the cheek, and turning the lights off before heading back up to her bedroom.

“Goodnight Nikita,” he said.

“Goodnight, Michael,” he called up to the bedroom in a patronizing tone.

***

Nikita walked in to find Michael pacing in front of the bed.

“Why didn’t you make him leave?” Michael said. “That would have been more than fair.”

“No, it wouldn’t have,” she said firmly and got into bed, turning off the light.

He walked over to his side of the bed and sat down. She lay on her side facing away from him trying to be indifferent to his jealously. Frustrated, he reached over to her and slid a finger up her arm to the strap of her slip and pulled it off her shoulder. She slapped his hand away and pulled it back up. He was burning now, and she loved taking advantage of this rare opportunity.

“Don’t,” she said and pulled the covers up over her.

“Nikita?” he asked pleadingly.

“You can go home if you like,” she replied.

“Is that what you want? To be here alone with...Helmut.” He hated even saying the guy’s name, and he also did so with a hard sound.

Nikita grinned and rolled over.

“Well, he was very good to me Michael,” she replied.

Michael was furious at this, and then realized she was teasing him. She was the only one who could make him lose his edge.

“Really?” he said.

Nikita rolled back over, ignoring him. She heard him undo his pants, take them off and then slip into bed with her. She smiled secretly as he pushed his naked body against her backside and wrapped his arms around her. She grabbed one of his arms and threw it off of her. Michael sighed and persisted, stroking her naked thigh, and tracing his finger up her side to her breast. Nikita pushed his hand away again; only this time he caught her smiling in the darkness. He rolled her over to face him, despite her feeble attempt to resist his strong arms. He knew what she was up to, revenge for all the times and women he had made her jealous with. Michael wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her deeply, and so long she gasped for air when he was finished. She looked at him, trying to seem indifferent still, as if he couldn’t possibly affect her. He grinned and loosened his grip to run his hands up her little slip and rub her thighs and waist. She wiggled a little as she felt him caress her softly between her legs, just above her knees and shivered as he ran and single finger as far as it could go. His mood softened and her body gave in, moving against him as he caressed her softly. He pulled his hand away and moved both hands under her slip to lift it over her head. She raised her arms and allowed him to do so, and he flung the slip to other side of the room.

“Now you can’t get up unless he is gone, because I won't allow him to see you naked again. I’ll kill him first,” he whispered in her ear.

Nikita shivered at his threat, but loved the attention, not to mention the emotion that Michael was showing.

“I never thought you could be so damn jealous, Michael,” she said and wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a kiss.

“I’m just protecting my interests,” he said firmly.

“Oh is that all?” she said and laughed.

Michael pulled Nikita hard against him and then pushed her back into the bed forcing his weight upon her. She tightened her grip on him, kissing him hard and long.

“You know I only love you Michael,” she whispered.

“Prove it,” he said devilishly and let go of her, sitting back.

She pulled him back down to her, reaching slowly down his strong torso to stroke his cock, which was more than ready for her. She smiled spread her legs for him and then wrapped them tightly around his waist. He grinned and entered her, pushing his full length into her sweet warm cunt, making her gasp.

He knew she was going to try to be quiet, he knew she didn’t want Helmut to hear them. But he had other plans.

He kissed her ferociously and rocked her steadily at first then quickened his pace. She arched her back slightly. Tiny beads of moisture formed on her skin as he worked her body, faster now, but she wasn’t making a sound, just as he expected. That simply would not do. He wanted Helmut to hear her, to know whom exactly she belonged to. The true sound of her satisfaction should echo through this little apartment, even in that semi-sound proofed box under the room, forcing Helmut to hear what he could never have achieved in a thousand years.

He slowed his pace, firmly deeply, pushing his hard cock slowly into her, making her come to near convulsions, but not enough to push her over the edge. She whimpered at his cruelty but was quiet. She looked at him pleadingly as he slowed his pace to a stand still and held himself up by his arms, sweat dripping from his brow onto her neck and chest as he did. He looked back at her hungrily and then began to pull out of her, never averting his primal gaze from her face. She pushed up on her arms and quickly and tightly wrapped her legs around him, not allowing him to go any further. She was panting slightly with the near satisfaction he gave her and her hair was getting damp around her face from the excitement. She mouthed “No” to him and wrapped herself against his body as she sat up. They were both on their knees now. He was still inside her and she kept herself well balanced to ensure this.

“Was he so damn good to you?” Michael asked, loudly.

She put her hand over his mouth and nodded yes, devilishly in return. That was enough to push Michael over the edge, and he threw her back into the bed and fucked her furiously. She couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good. She cried out his name over and over as he drove his cock into her and bit at her flesh, rubbing his hands frantically and firmly all over her. He devoured her, and she loved it. He had never been so out of control in bed before. He moaned loudly as he climaxed and she screamed her approval in return between convulsions. She hadn’t cum so hard and so frequently in all her life and she didn’t know if she could take much more.

He burst into her, in a final pivotal moan of her name and fell on top of her. She laughed loudly, almost screaming she was so excited. Michael just lay on her, spent, dripping with sweat, gasping for air.

“Mine,” he said between gasps.

“Yes, all yours,” she replied and hugged him tightly kissing his wet brow.

Just then they heard the door slide open to where Helmut slept and Michael rolled off of her and pulled the covers up over Nikita’s body.

“ I get the fucking point Michael!!! Now can you allow me any damn sleep?!” Helmut shouted.

Nikita laughed, she didn’t know what else to do. She’d never heard Helmut be so, so uncivil! Michael even giggled, which she thought he was incapable of, and Helmut had to laugh at how ridiculous this scenario was.

“Sorry!” Nikita called back.

Sure, Helmut was a bit pissed, but it was pretty funny and he was always in good humor despite what was going around him. After all, how many drunken orgies had he attended during his time as a playboy millionaire? This sort of thing wasn’t new to him, but this particular event certainly took the cake. He laughed again and slammed the door shut. Nikita was happy with Michael, he knew this now, and Helmut could leave her a bit more easily. He wasn’t sure before if she was in the relationship by choice, but that was very clearly expressed to him now. Good for her, he thought. They never really loved each other anyway. He was just concerned for Nikita since she had shown him so much kindness. And as for this Michael fellow, well, he was a lucky man, and that’s all there was to that.

***

Michael was called into Section not long after, so Nikita was alone when Helmut got up to leave just before dawn.

“Thank you again, my dear,” Helmut said as he walked up into her bedroom as she drowsily rolled over to acknowledge his presence.

“ I cannot begin to express my gratitude for the compassion you have shown me, in addition to the show you performed for me last night,” he said, smiling.

“I’m sorry Helmut. Michael was...well...”

“Yes, I know,” he said simply, the smile fading from his face.

She jumped up, wrapping the sheet around herself to give him a kiss and hug. The bed was an utter mess, blankets were thrown around and pillows lay scattered in every direction, so it wasn’t exactly difficult to take the sheet with her.

“I’m glad you’re happy with this,” he said.

“I wouldn’t say I’m happy with this, but I am happy with Michael,” she said.

“Of course,” he replied and kissed her hand respectfully.

“Here’s to hoping there is a next time, my dear,” he said and left the way he came in.

Nikita smiled. It was such a surreal, carefree night. She would have trouble remembering that it wasn’t all a dream. But she was sure that Michael wouldn’t let her forget it.