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Treasure Hunt #Writer Wednesday 09/09/21 Dave York x F!reader

Summary: What looks like a normal training exercise will reveal secrets and questions you’ve been asking. A new mission will tie you and Dave closer together.

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For #Writer Wednesday created by @autumnleaves1991-blog and masterlist compiled by @clydesducktape

Warnings: violence, anxiety, talks about infidelity, cheating and daddy issues. Light smut (everything is implied nothing explicit yet)

Other things: Readers past is implied (abandonment, family issues, childhood trauma) I also created a background for Dave. Canon divergence from the film (obvs) from here, I will be using part of its plot in the future

A/N: Okaaay so I might be cheating this week a little. I started writing for this prompt when it was posted but I’ve fallen down in a huge writer’s block these past weeks so I couldn’t finish it. So I pushed myself to get it done and mixed a little with the prompt of this week in hopes that having a deadline would help and it kinda worked (well I’m posting this on Friday so…) I hope it’s okay.

I added some other notes at the end :)

Not beta’d and sorry if there’s some questionable word choices or bad grammar.

Paris, 8th arrondissement, Hôtel La Madeleine. 1 AM.

The breeze moves the white curtains over the balcony, the dark green bottle of champagne long forgotten over its ice bucket. The drops from the bottle fall one by one from its long neck to the wooden table where it rests half empty.

The two glasses lay beside it, one has a deep red lip stain, the other is half empty

Your gaze is fixed over the condensation and the small trickles going down softly over the curves of the bottle, you can almost feel it so softly going down and down just like the warm wetness goes down between your legs over the bed.

The breeze is cold but it refreshes your hypersensitive skin and the sweat that pools in your lower back.

His hand travels softly, just the tip of his fingers over your thigh until it lands on the small soft skin between your leg and your ass, travelling downwards you feel his fingers collecting your arousal and he moans softly and deeply behind you.

When you walked over that long corridor, white door after white door, the whispers of the Tv on the other rooms, the muffled sound of the Parisian traffic and your heels stepping over that red and cream carpet, you never thought you'll end up like this. You should have thought those golden bubbles would come straight to your head, you should have known what would happen if you end up with him...and yet

“Have you made up your mind yet, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice is raspy so full of promises and desire

Have you?

Somewhere around Washington D.C. USA. A month ago

“Aren’t you tired, sweetheart? I bet you’re freezing and hungry. You have just to tell me where you are and you will have a nice hot bath...I know how much you like them”

“Fucker…” your teeth chatter and you have to hold your arms together to stop your body from trembling violently

“You’re doing a great job, but it’s late and scary. You have nothing to prove...you have nothing to prove to me”

“Fuck you, David” you mutter pressing your back to a tree. Thank god for these clothes that save the little warmth you still hold inside you and prevent an immediate hypothermia. But your cheeks start to hurt if you move your mouth and there’s that numbing sensation growing at the tip of your toes. The grumbling from your stomach keeps intensifying even if you try to ignore it. Those energetic bars are long gone and the last time you grabbed a hot meal was hours ago.

The night in the woods sings in a totally different kind of symphony. Whilst the day was peaceful and serene while you walked over the crunching sounds of leaves under your feet, the birds chirping and the slow and gentle rumour of a nearby stream; the night is alive, grunts and calls from the animals that have been woken by the moon but still hidden in the dark. The moonlight shines over the trees that are now a big black blur of twisting branches and the ominous whispers of the leaves moving against the wind. All of it reminds you that you’re the stranger here, you don’t belong, you’re weak and alone, not adapted to survive in the wild. If the light of day made you believe that the forest was a safe haven, a way to connect to nature, the night assures you of its wildness and dangers.

“ Do you hear it? What is out here? if you think about it, me and the team finding you is not the worst thing that could happen to you”

His voice penetrates you, sending shivers down your spine. His velvet raspy voice crepts through the comm in your ear straight to your brain. Dave has entered and conquered every thought, crawling deeply and slowly like a dormant virus through your veins waiting for the perfect moment to jump and attack you from the inside. He knows every little thing that makes you react, every memory that you repeat inside your head over and over again.

Tom dying, you escaping through the emptiness of that dark and cold place, the gentle and warm bath he gave you afterwards cleaning away the blood, the pain but not the trauma. The kiss. He’s pulling every cord that makes you jump like a puppet and waiting for you to snap.

You scold yourself every day for spending much more time thinking more about the two brief kisses you shared than you being a murderer. A coping mechanism you try to explain, but in truth you know it’s not like that.

You think of Dave because there’s nothing else that really matters, because his way of life, his coldness and pragmatism in these matters have already settled in your head.

It’s just a job, it’s not personal

Yes, injecting a deadly mix of medication inside someone’s veins it’s not personal, not even if you avoid watching as the life in his eyes fades away.

“I know you’re so close, sweetheart, but is it worth it?”

The yellow light flickers through the glass window, inviting and warm just a few meters away from you, tempting you to dare and run towards the door of that tiny wooden hut.

It could be too easy, maybe he’s not that close anyway. The rest of the team must be surrounding the hut but you have a clear path, it's been hours since you and the team started this "training game"

Hide from the team, find the house, retrieve the treasure. Easy.

"Have you play treasure hunt when you were a kid, pup?" Kovac asked

You shook your head

"You know summer camps, with your friends or family? You have never..." He insisted

And again you shook your head

"You'll have one hour of advantage from us, here's a map to find the house, enter and take the price without us finding you. It’s easy" Resnik explained

"Easy? You guys were special forces, what chance do I have?" You roared

"Didn't I say you have an hour?" Resnik reiterated rolling his eyes

"Think about how you escaped from those guys that killed Tom, they were also very well prepared and nevertheless you’re here, aren’t you?”

Dave stepped closer to you, blocking the death stares you were giving to Resnik. A cold hand on your shoulder made you look at him. And there it was, that sweet smile he gives you every time you’re doubting, when your trust in him falters and when your natural instinct to run away is activated. He sees that, he sees the cracks and the questions in your eyes. And he reacts accordingly with delicacy and precision, Dave gives you something, just a tiny gesture to bewitch you again.

And then you are trapped, you nod and you become pliant to his will.

Until you’re what I want and what I need

Now, in this cold night, helpless in the middle of the wild you wonder if you have achieved it. If you’re molded already like Dave wished when he first met you.

That version of you, you believe, would take a risk, so you stretch one leg slowly taking another step forward into the dark but closer to the light in the house.

Dave has become quiet on the comm and that makes you increasingly nervous. He must be watching, waiting to get you.

Cursing with closed teeth at the soft noises the leaves make when you step on them, you move forward. Hiding your figure from tree to tree you arrive at the last one before the terrain is clear of them and there’s a few meters to the hut’s door.

They will see you, you know that, once the moon rays shine on you, you will be uncovered by the trees and it will be a matter of seconds for them to stop you from getting the treasure, whatever that is.

The adrenaline makes you jump when the air breezes your way, moving the soft hairs on your nape, biting your lips so as not to gasp, you breathe deeply once and gather all your courage to run towards the door.

Closing it behind you, you could almost hear your heart beating through your ribs. The place is dusty, an oil lamp, similar to the ones that old boats have, casts shadows over the hunter’s hooks that hang from the ceiling. The ominous clic clac metallic sound from them moving above you softly hitting one another gets your attention for a second. What the fuck is this place? Why has Dave a hunter’s hut in the middle of nowhere?

You breathe through your nose three times and exhale loudly through your mouth inspecting the room.

What would qualify as a price in a place like this? the rotten wood chairs and table full of dust and dead flies? the old oil lamp?

You approach the table, its warmth attraping you and you moan feeling the heat already waking up your fingers. The golden metal is hot and even through the gloves that cover your hands you wince upon holding it. There’s nothing special to it other than its old fashioned style, you turn it around and incline it to inspect the base. The light reflects the golden base revealing a poem engraved in cursive letters:

The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.

The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.

Calmly the wearied seamen rest

Beneath their own blue sea.

The ocean solitudes are blest,

For there is purity.

The earth has guilt, the earth has care,

Unquiet are its graves;

But peaceful sleep is ever there,

Beneath the dark blue waves.

In loving memory of Capt. David S. York

You frown at the name engraved at the end. What is this supposed to mean? You are so captured by the lamp you forget for a moment that you shouldn’t place your hand close to the crystal that protects the flame.

“Shit!” you scream letting it roll over the table, reacting before it breaks and causes a fire, you grab it before it falls down. Catching your breath after almost making an incredible mess, you notice that under the space it occupied leaving a circle of dust, there’s a small key.

“Congratulations”

You haven’t even heard him open the door, somehow the wood has not even creaked under his weight. Dave is a shadow, completely dressed in black. His hands covered in black leather gloves push aside the hooks hanging from the ceiling while he moves towards you

“Fuck” you whisper “How did you…”

He smirks “What? you got cocky because you thought you won without us finding you? You wouldn’t think you have already surpassed your master, no sweetheart?”

“No...but”

Dave points to the key on your hand “Don’t you wanna know what it opens?”

“Y-y-es”

“Come” he turns around. The light of the lamp doesn’t reach the end of the cabin so he grabs your hand, the soft stretch sound the leather makes when he holds your hand in his makes you shiver, his thumb finds the small slot where your glove meets your sleeve and caresses the soft skin over your pulse drawing small circles over your veins “I’m proud of you”

In the pitch dark you feel he gently pulls you to the ground

“Dave…”

“Trust me”

Then you feel it, a soft warmer breeze comes from under your feet. Dave places your hand on the ground and makes you feel that there’s a gap.

“I’m going first” he leaves your hand and you hear him grunt and then a muffled sound when he lands wherever that gap leads to

“C’mon, jump, I’ll catch you” he says

Palping the gap you find the opposite end and throw your legs to the dark emptiness until Dave holds your ankles

“Trust me” you lower your body a little bit more, letting Dave roam his hands through your legs until he hugs you under your bottocks. You release your hands losing a little bit of balance until you find Dave’s shoulders

“Shit!” you scream holding Dave’s head for your dear life

“I will leave you on the ground now” he said with an amused tone

With extreme delicacy he lowers you until your feet touch the ground. His hands move upwards to your hips and then your lower back.

Dave is so close you can feel his chest breathing in and out and the heat from his body. The sandalwood tones of his parfum deliciously mixing with the leather he wears make your bones mellow until you feel like giving in and place your head on his chest. Your fingertips tickle trying so hard not to reach him and pull him even closer till your lips meet.

“Just a moment” you feel the heat from his voice when he speaks, so close, just raise on your tiptoes and you could have his lips touch you. But he gets away, leaving you in the pitch dark.

“Close your eyes” he says and you hear a mechanism turning. The lights hit you hard even when you have your eyes closed and looking down to your feet. First one and then the other you open them, but you have to squint a little until you’re accustomed again to the light.

Dave has opened a metallic door, black and heavy.

“What is this? Your bunker?”

“It was a bunker, yes. C’mon on in, it’s warm inside” he invites you in, holding the door for you

“You were here the whole time?”

“No, I was following you, I didn’t want you to get hurt. But when you got really close I got inside. I knew you will get in”

“Right, and the others?” you step forward, the inside of the bunker is built in red colored bricks, full of greenish metallic shelves. On them there’re many black cases of different sizes and you’re sure that inside are different types of guns, their ammunition not far away on the shelves at the end of the room.

“In the city, they have stuff to do”

You gasp with your arms on your hips “So, you lied about you guys chasing me?”

“It’s a simple exercise, drop you in an environment that will clearly stress you, throw some kind of threat and see if you’re able to go on and complete a task without any of those things distracting you” He crosses his arms casually and leans on the wall

“By threat you mean you, right?”

“Well, you keep thinking I’m going to kill you even if I made myself perfectly clear that I don’t want to. So yes, if it was a threat in your head, it works fine for the exercise” he shrugs

“It doesn’t help that you bring me to this kind of place, Dave” you extend your arms to the room.

“What kind of places do you want me to take you to?” he asks biting the inside of his cheek hiding a smile

“Well, for starters, I’d love to go to a restaurant like the first day I met you” you pass your hand over the black cases. To the right there’s a metallic cupboard with a big lock on its handle

“Yes, it was a nice meal...we could go if you want to” he says softly, you would have not even heard it if it wasn’t for the small place you’re in

“Why would your wife say?” the words get out before you think. Biting your lip and closing your eyes you turn your face to the wall not yet ready to face Dave

“Don’t you wanna open that cupboard? you have the key” he answers and you hear him walking towards you

“Well dodged, David”

“Open the cupboard” He commands in your ear

The cupboard is divided in four compartments each one of them have a small label on them “D” “R” “K” and now your initial in one of them. Each of them is full of documents and manila folders.

“I’m sorry to inform you, you died. I did actually kill you” He extends his arm over you, caging you between his body and the cupboard’s door. Dave takes one document and places it in front of your eyes. You read it briefly and you get it’s actually your death certificate “It’s for security”

“Who knows about this?”

“I have to inform your father”

“Not my father” you spit

“Well… that’s how I got your lovely photo back”

You bite your lip harshly, the question polluting your brain. Did he at least mourn you? did he cared? cried?

“It’s better to let it go as your past. So…”

He leaves the document in its place and grabs a small leather wallet “I choose a generic name, you’ll have to use it for everything, learn it and it has to come out naturally to everybody but us, you can keep using your real name with the team. But with this” he opens it and lets you look inside, a passport, a driver’s license, a new identity “you have more freedom to go around, built you a life”

“That’s what you did? Captain David York is dead and you went on with Dave...not very much of a difference really” you scoff

“Captain David York was my father” when you turn to him, his jaw is tense and his eyes are darker

“So you…”

“Me and the guys are different. We went on to retire from service, the crimes we did are legal so they are covered by the Government. You needed a fresh start”

“Thank you” you murmur. He’s still close behind you, you just have to take one step back and you would be leaning on his chest. His face turns to you, and you bite down a moan when you see that he’s intently looking at your lips “Congratulations again, you’re officially part of the team. So what do you want to do with your new life?”

“I don’t know. I never had the opportunity to really think about that”

“What about travelling?”

“That’d be nice…”

“What about Paris?”

“Wait…”

“Next job, it’s a little bit different and it will be overseas...you and me” Dave bends his neck closer to you and licks his lip “I think it will be fun” he smirks and you know he’s pleased seeing you all flustered, fixed on his lips, a hunger to jump and kiss him.

He still hasn’t tell you about his wife

“And I will be what? your secretary? assistant? that’s what you’d tell your wife” He sighs and stands tall again getting away from you

“My wife is none of your business”

“Yeah, isn’t it always like that? Oblivious women, traitorous men”

You push back your elbow softly so he backs off and lets you keep your distance from him

“It’s not like that”

“Yeah” you snort “you don’t love her, you’re about to divorce her, she’s crazy. I’ve heard every excuse on the book, David” you list pointing each reason with your fingers

“I love my wife, I’m not divorcing her and she’s not crazy” Dave adapts the same position as before, leaning on the wall, looking at you while you roam around

“Oh! good to know!” you yell “You just like to fuck around or fuck with my brain...great”

“Neither” he’s frowning, arms tensed around his chest

“Then, I don’t know what the fuck is going on” you slap your hands on your thighs defeated

“I’m not gonna lie, since I saw you I had a very intense need of protecting you. I saw something you; you’re a survivor, you fight your way out of a very tough life. I admire that and I wanted to help...to give you a way out of that”

“It doesn’t explain why you have to kiss me when you’re married, Dave”

He smirks and nods

“Oh, sweetheart…’cos you wanted it that much?”

“You’re an asshole” you snap offended

“And I did too” he interrupts before you go on “I like you... very much. I try to stay away leaving you to Kovac to train you knowing that seeing you every day would make it hard for the both of us and I needed you to focus, to learn so eventually you can go on your own”

“What?” you step closer

“I don’t know if you could do this job for the long term, not exactly this”

“Killing you mean?”

“Yes, but there’s plenty of other things you could do and get yourself a good life from it. That’s why after the job in Paris, you can decide what you want to do, either leave or stay in the team” He pronounces his words calmly but there’s a point in Leave where his voice cracks and now he stays in silent waiting for you to react

“You’ll let me go even if I know all these things about you” you point around the room

“Again, I know you’re smarter than to go and tell this to somebody”

“We were talking about you kissing me being a married man, Dave, and you turn the tables in your favor once again and now all I can think about is that you want me to leave”

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t say I want you to leave, it’s a possibility” He takes a few steps closer, stopping midway to see if you’ll recoil again

“I cannot do that” you shake your head, you take a step back “I cannot be with you knowing I’d be ruining some other woman’s life. I’ve seen the chaos a cheater husband can create, David”

“Don’t call me David, David was my father” he continues

“I’m not going to be the other woman, Dave”

“It would not be like that” one step closer “Believe me, it’s not like that” he extends his arm to you, a few centimeters away from you face, he waits until you don’t move and touches you cheek “Trust me, do this job with me and then you will decide, if you want me or you want to go away” pinning your chin between his thumb and fingers he makes you raise your face to him “ I love if you stayed with me...I really want you” he lowers his face to you, his warm breath whispering the words directly to your lips “I really want you to stay”

“Dave” you call not knowing if you want to protest, to beg for his kiss or just calling him because you love his name on your lips.

You’re confused, mind clouded, the blood in your brain pumping hot, his dark roots tightening around your heart. All the pain of the past, your morals get out of your conscience because all you can see is him, all you crave is in front of you. And this hunger doesn’t know about what’s right or wrong, it only knows that he’s extremely close and you have to have him

“Kiss me” you beg or maybe command, and he smiles for a second, his right dimple showing that expression where he looks sweet, that nobody would associate to a cold blooded killer.

Is he that sweet with his wife?

That intrusive thought is swiftly forgotten when he seals his lips to yours. This time you don’t let him take control, it’s you who captures his lower lip to yours and forces him to open his mouth to let you in. Dave grunts when he feels your nails scraping his scalp holding him in place, his hands moving impatiently over your body pushing you against him.

The moment gets interrupted with the deep vibrations of Dave’s phone over the metallic shelves.

“Shit” he doesn’t get away instantly, placing his forehead over yours for a few seconds catching his breath. “I guess I’m not the only one you got completely smitten in the team” he chuckles watching at his phone screen and then shows you the notification of a new message.

Kovac:

Boss is the lil pup okay?

Paris, 8th arrondissement, Hôtel La Madeleine. 2 AM

He mumbles something in your ear, but you’re too far away to understand. His lips brush over your neck, and then he bites softly over your pulse. He moves you, you feel your center of gravity swiftly changing, almost making you lose your balance. But Dave gets you, he molds you, bends you to his will and seals your arms behind your back.

Dave, please

is it, you? it is you that little pitiful voice calling his name. Your face feels like fire pressed against the silky sheets. He presses his body over yours, his hard chest and his abdomen fits perfectly in your lower back, your curves and his, concave and convex, make the perfect puzzle until there’s nothing between you but your sweat and the words and noises you both provoke on the other.

“Stay with me” with each word he gets deeper

Stay, stay with each thrust of his hips, it gets clear that you have no options left. There’s only one way out of this.

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Taglist: I'm tagging the people that asked on the first place but I also took the liberty to tag those who commented on the last chapter, so feel free to let me know if you want me to erase it :)

@ericasabe @1andthesame @stevie75 @missswriter @justanotherblonde23 @kesskirata @axshadows @cassian-jynerso @littlemisspascal

A/N 2: the scent of leather and sandalwood actually comes from a Primark home diffuser I've bought the other day and it smells delicious, pretty masculine and that's why I thought it would suit Davey

A/N 3: Reader: I have Daddy Issues

Dave:

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