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I saw it once, the lust of man. It was a creature of unspeakable beauty and could seduce anything with one glimpse. I used to say that I could never be taken over by one. Each man had his own buried deep inside and could sleep for eternity or be awakened. Mine was supposed to be isolated in his grave until the end of time. But he brought it out, a man that was sent to kill me for doing my job—a bounty hunter.
Being a mercenary has never been easy but I do what I must to take care of Kai. He is my only family. When I was fourteen they took me into an academy to teach me to be a killer. At seventeen my parents died, leaving me with my brother. It’s been a year since then and I can honestly say that I’m grateful to have him around. He is the light of my life. After murdering horrid men I can return home to something so innocent and pure. But sometimes not even his presence can sooth out the damage that this job does to me. It’s a way of living though.
Can’t really complain in my position. You either do what you’re told or die. Becoming a murderer basically means that you’re selling your soul to the client. You have no say in the circumstances in which you go about the operation and are always told how long you have. It’s a job that requires both patience and haste. I just happened to be blessed with both. And I was good at what I did. People had always seemed like weak insects to me and taking their lives seemed to give me purpose. There was no remorse and the harder I tried to care the less I did. But he made me remember.
The only love that I have is for my brother. I have never known any other kind—never having had a lover. My parents didn’t care too much about me but they did acknowledge me and I guess that’s what’s important. I was always more like a friend’s son to them. Being that as it may, I didn’t care all that much either. We were taught that parents were irrelevant and could be disposed of. But one day it all seemed to add up to something, the day that I was shot by him.
He had a partner that always tagged along and seemed to be the more experienced of the two. Delacroix was always hidden in the shadows while he did their job and it never seemed to bother them. It was an understanding between them that was unspoken and could be mistaken for hate. But they didn’t hate each other. He—Sayre—cared for Delacroix like a brother would. And yet they appeared like lovers, neither was ever without the other for long.
Two weeks earlier…
“Are you going to be home late again, Age?” Kai asked me.
“Yeah, but I’ll try to get here as soon as possible.” I smiled at him. He is so adorable! He was cursed with good looks in a feminine way. He’s beautiful and small like a girl and his voice is a soft high pitch. I, on the other hand, was graced with a strange mix of male and female. While he had pale skin I had tanned. My blue eyes were stern like a man’s but my face was beautiful like a woman’s. My body was that of any fit teen. I was tall, six foot, broad shoulders and had a small waist. I had a flat stomach and toned muscles but still looked rather lithe. And my hair…well it was…messy. Blue locks stuck up in unusual ways and not a damn thing could be done with it, though we often tried.
“Okay. There will be some leftovers in the cooler for you to heat up when you get home.” He smiled back and walked to his room.
It made me feel bad that he had to be alone all day and even at night. But Kai understood the world that we lived in. You either work or you starve. He was used to being alone since our parents were workaholics themselves. So whenever I got the chance I would surprise him by coming home early, taking the day off, or taking him out on the town.
That night I was expected to take care of one of my client’s business partners. That was my purpose—when people stepped out of line I would take their lives. It wasn’t dirty business really. Being paid by suits always covered the bills and we were living comfortably. Only drawback was the consequences, not too many of them but enough. But this man had done more than step over the line, he had ******** erased it. That was unforgivable and nonnegotiable. So when the hammer comes down you pray that you’re still on your side of the now-gone line. If you’re not then the s**t really hits the fan. This one wouldn’t turn out to be just another one of my jobs. God must have really hated me to send Sayre to kill me.
Like usual I set out to do some last minute reconnaissance before getting down to business. It wasn’t going to be difficult. I knew everything about this guy, right down to what kind of toilet paper he used to wipe his a** with. His agenda had been forwarded to me and I only had once chance—a five minute window in which his lap dogs would be out for coffee. That’s all I needed though.
It was 11:30 P.M. when this opportunity arose. I watched him from my perched position on the next building over. Just as scheduled his guards exited the room, leaving him with a moment of peace that would be ended quickly. Setting up the gun, I looked through the scope and aimed for the side of his head. It would be fast. I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. A few seconds later the glass of the window shattered and fell to the ground along with his body. No one noticed. It was silent and clean. I picked up my gear and looked at my work one last time before walking off.
Late again. I wouldn’t get home until morning and even then I wouldn’t be able to spend time with Kai. I would have to make it up to him. As I walked down the familiar alleys and deserted streets I became lost in thought. I sometimes wondered if I would be a mercenary forever. It didn’t bother me to believe that. I enjoyed what I did, but what about Kai? Some day he could be dragged into my affairs. He was strong for someone so young but he was a child and had his limits. I was aware that my life would never be long but I wanted him to live long.
A noise broke my concentration but I didn’t look, just kept on walking. Someone was following me. How troublesome. I wanted to get home without incident but it seemed as though someone had known. The alley was narrow and the vantage points were few so I didn’t have to worry about getting caught off guard. Like I hadn’t noticed, I kept my pace casual and continued on. I had almost reached the end of the street when one of them stepped in my way. It was Delacroix. He looked as crazy as always with his hands covered in bandages and twin blades hanging from his belt. He gave a cunning smile at me and then swung his hand at me. I side-stepped and grinned. We had been through this before. Me and him went back a long way. For two years he had been after my head. It was just a game between us now.
Another shadow behind me caught my attention and I turned to look. I couldn’t see the face of this new person. I had known of Delacroix’s partner but I had never seen him before. The bounty hunter had never found it necessary to bring the other along. But now he was outnumbering me? Someone really wanted me gone this time. “That the partner that you never introduced me to?”
“Where are my manners?” Delacroix bowed slightly and waved a hand towards the other. “This is Sayre. Sayre, say hello to Age. This is the brat that I’ve been after for two years. Today the games end though, Age. Someone has put an extremely high price on you and I’m afraid that I can’t let this one go.”
Brat? He’s not that much older than me. Six months tops… “Where’s the love? You chase me for so long and you still haven’t asked for my number but you ask for my head? If it wasn’t for me, Delacroix, you’d be so lonely in life.” I run my hand through my hair and smile sheepishly. We loved playing innocent, it added to the tension when we got to physical contact.
“Not as lonely as you think.” I turned to see Sayre step into the light of a close by streetlamp. He was gorgeous! Tall, lean, tanned skin, shoulder length brown hair, and aqua green eyes appeared before me. I was speechless. He was so handsome. “He can always keep your body even if it is missing your head.”
“You’re staring, Age. Did you fall in love?” Delacroix walked up behind me and hugged me from behind. He circled the lobe of my ear with his tongue and spoke in a husky voice. “Sayre has a wonderful body and is such a good lover. You would enjoy him but you won’t be alive that long. Sorry, friend, but this is where you die!” He reached for one of the blades at his waist and pulled it out. Without warning that a*****e tried to stab me. I elbowed him in the stomach before he had a chance to finish the assault and backed off. “Don’t fight it. It is so much easier for me if you don’t fight.”
“You know that I can’t die, Delacroix. Who would take care of Kai?”
“Ah, your baby brother—he is rather beautiful. I would gladly care for him.”
“No such luck, pervert! As if I would allow someone like you to touch my brother. You want my head so bad? Come and take it. Or should I say that I’ll be taking yours?” I reach for the gun that is tucked in the back of my belt.
“Hold it!” I hear the cocking of a gun behind me. Sayre was holding an S&W44Magnum with a Nikon scope up and aimed at my chest. I froze, that s**t would really hurt to get shot with… “We don’t have the patience to deal with your experience right now. I hope you understand. We have our deadline and don’t get full credit if we miss it.”
My arms dropped to my side. I wasn’t grinning anymore. I had gone neutral at the seriousness of his tone. “Sorry, but like I said before, I can’t die. I hope that you understand…” I charge at Sayre and knock his gun away as I draw mine and shove it under his chin. No one moves. Delacroix doesn’t even seem affected by this. They were up to something… “Who wants me dead this time, Delacroix?”
“To be truthful, couldn’t tell you. He never gave a name and we haven’t met in person. All we know is the bounty—you know how it works. We don’t ask what isn’t necessary.” Delacroix fiddled with a strand of his long hair in an uninterested manner.
“If you’re going to shoot hurry up and do it.” Sayre gave me an annoyed look and pressed the gun closer to his throat.
“What? You want to die? Don’t you care, Delacroix?” I stared at them, looking from one to the other in confusion. Bounty hunters were a strange breed of assassin and they were unpredictable. Unlike hired mercenaries they had no code or rules to abide by. They were free and never signed contracts that assured they would succeed or be punished. But they also had a lot more to worry about. Bounty hunters were often chased by the law for their cruel methods of dealing with business.
“When someone becomes a liability they are disposed of. That’s why me and Sayre work so well together—we each understand this and have no objection in killing each other. So if you won’t shoot him I will.” Delacroix reached for his gun and aimed it at his partner.
I thought about it for a moment. If I shot Sayre then that would be one less bounty hunter to chase after me. But on the other hand, I wasn’t getting paid to kill him and bullets aren’t cheap. Damn it to hell! I turned around and swung at Sayre with the back of my hand. Making contact with his jaw, I ran past Delacroix and to the end of the alley. I heard a loud curse and then bullets began to fly past me. I hid behind the corner of the wall—a nice brick wall that was sure to protect me from any flying objects. Boy was I wrong. Bullets came closer and closer to me, chipping away at the thinning corner of the wall. Before I had a chance to move a round scarped against my upper arm and tore away at the muscle. God, 44mags hurt…
I couldn’t run away though. Where would I go? No one in their right mind would take me in. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my hand and jumped out to face them. They had stopped firing and looked at my arm with amusement. Holding my gun up, I aimed straight for that silver-haired freak. I pulled the trigger. The last thing I remember before passing out because of something that mysteriously hit me from behind was a snicker. It was the sound that Delacroix always made when he won.
I awoke with a start, the pain in my arm being the main cause, to find myself on a bed in a dark room. My eyes tried to adjust. When they had I looked around to see what my surroundings were. The walls were a blue color as appeared to me, the floor was a burgundy carpet, and aside from a small couch opposite the bed nothing else was in the room. Figures lingered in the areas of shadow that were in the corners of the room. “Who’s there?”
“It’s just us. You’ve got to be more watchful for falling flower pots.” Silver hair moved gracefully with its body as he walked over and sat on the bed next to me.
“What are you talking about?”
Delacroix ran a hand down my face and smiled. “Some old lady chucked her vase out the window and you happened to be in the landing zone.”
That was bullshit! I was the best damn assassin in the city and I was done in by a flower pot?! “So what are you going to do with me now?” I tried to sit up but the pain that wracked my arm was paralyzing.
“Looks like you lucked out.” Sayre stepped out of the shadows and approached us. “Our employer was just pronounced dead which means that you’re useless now.”
“So what now?” I feel dizzy and can’t focus on everything. My eyes start to hurt and I close them. That pot must’ve really hit me hard.
“Ah, are you in pain? We tried to bandage you up and give you some sedatives. When you’re better we’ll see what happens, as for now, you have to rest.” He grinned and pet me on the head.
Delacroix was sure a strange one. We were enemies through and through but he didn’t believe in unfair kills. He wanted the pleasure of killing me himself while I could fight back. I hate him. I really do hate him. He’s annoying and a flirt but that’s why he’s fun to have around. Is it wrong to enjoy the company of someone you can’t stand? Maybe I’m just weird like that.
“Get some rest. We’ll be back in a while to check on your progress.” Sayre gave a genuine smile and walked away. It was unusual but he seemed to be less hateful than Delacroix. It was a kindness in his eyes rather than the way he spoke.
“Why are you doing this? Why take care of me when you can just take me to the hospital?”
“It seems that Sayre has taken a liking to you. He insisted that he tend to you himself. Who am I to deny him? Besides, having you around should be entertaining. And when you’re better then I’ll kill you.” Violet eyes stare at me.
“That’s all really nice, but I’m concerned about my brother.”
“Why? Kai is in the other room.”
“What?!” He had brought Kai here?
“Well we went to fetch him a while ago. Didn’t put up a fight. He really is a nice kid. Maybe I’ll go keep him company…” Delacroix stood and headed for the door.
“Don’t touch him!” I sat up quickly and was hit with a wave of nausea.
Without looking back he left me in the room alone. Would he really do anything to Kai? I would just have to trust that he wasn’t that stupid.
Three days had passed since my arm had been torn open by the bullet graze of a 44mag. Kai had been kept in another room but often came to visit me. They—Delacroix and Sayre—occupied Kai so that he wouldn’t think too much about how I was hurt. They hadn’t let me move around yet so I was still stuck in bed. But at least they hadn’t done anything to my brother. In fact Kai would tell me how much fun they were having. Deep down, regardless of what profession they had chosen, both those bounty hunters were good people on the inside. That didn’t stop me from hating them though.
As I lay around in the room that had become leisurely boring to me I began to wonder what would happen. My client had expected me back so he must believe that I was dead by now. Pity. It was such a well paying job and now I wouldn’t see a cent.
“Big brother,” came the voice of the petite angel in my life from the other side of the door.
“Yeah?” I sat up and waited for him to enter.
Kai opened the door slowly, like he always did—almost like he was afraid of what he would find on the other side. “Age, Sayre wants to take me out to see the town. I thought I should ask you first. Can I?”
Huh? Sayre wanted to take him out? That sounded a lot like a date. But it was only fair that someone show him a good time while I’m handicrapped. “Yeah, go on.” I smile at him and see the joy on his face. He had grown attached to the others so quickly. It would make it all that much more difficult to kill them.
Considering Sayre, he was a pretty nice guy—definitely attractive. When no one was around I lay in bed thinking about him. But for some reason Delacroix always popped into my mind too. He was the one that laughed his a** off at my thoughts. God, even inside my head he’s a d**k.
It was getting late and Kai still hadn’t come back. I decided to see for the first time what the rest of the house, or building, or whatever it was looked like. Getting up I noticed that even though my arm wasn’t completely healed I could at least put strain on it without it hurting. Good sign… The sound of the door opening made me stop. Violet eyes stared at me in a hungry way. What did he want?
“Where are you going?” Delacroix closed the door behind him and walked to me. “You’re not supposed to be up and around—doctor’s orders.”
“You’re no doctor, jackass. Where’s my brother?”
“Kai is out having the time of his life. No need to worry. He’s in good hands.”
“It’s not Sayre’s hands I’m worry about.”
“You think he would do that? No, not him. He has certain morals that I’ve never quite agreed with and that happens to be one of them. I on the other hand wouldn’t think twice.” He grinned and licked his fingers before running them down his bare chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only tight leather pants that looked way too tight in deed. “And that’s why I won’t!” Before I knew it he was on top of me, assaulting my neck with rough bites.
“What are you doing?! Get off, Delacroix!” I try to push him away but I can’t. My arm isn’t strong enough to do that yet.
“Something that I’ve wanted for a long time. Since I first saw you I knew that you were a virgin and now I want to take that innocence from you. You intrigue me, Age. Someone like you can have anyone they want and yet you don’t care. Some heartless b*****d you are. You saved all your affections for me and our games. It was so thoughtful I thought that I’d reward you with some fun.” He grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head. With his free hand he roams my body. Fingers slide under my shirt and across my chest, and then back down my navel and to the rim of my pants. “You’ll love this.” He slides his hand into my pants and grasps my limp member.
“Get off!” I try to kick him but he pins me with his legs. I’m almost disgusted as he starts rubbing my d**k in an attempt to get a reaction. He doesn’t get one and decides to try harder. When he reaches down to undo my pants I take the chance to shove him off. He’s thrown off balance but manages to still stay on me. “Damn it!”
“Don’t fight it, Age. Things will be so much less painful if you don’t fight.” He grins at me and licks his lips. I hate him so much for his insolence…
Delacroix once again holds down my hands, tighter this time, and works on my pants. I struggle all that I can but my arm begins to hurt because of the way that it is bent. I flinch involuntarily when he does manage to relieve me of my lower garment. Damn me for not wearing underwear… He stares at me for a moment and then takes my p***s in his mouth. The warmth that immediately surrounds me feels sickening. I believe that it is possible I hate him so much that the pleasure I would have felt during this is turning into nausea. I feel like vomiting just having him touch me. After a few moments of attempt and still no progress he gives up and looks into my eyes.
“You are defiant. I wanted to give you a chance to enjoy this. But you’re being stubborn—so now I’m going to enjoy.” He grabs the collar of my shirt and tears it down the middle. My upper body is now exposed to his ravenous view. His eyes are full of lust and appear murderous in the dim light, raking down my naked body and deciding what to touch, bite, lick, and caress first.
I stop moving. This all seems so familiar somehow. I remember something like this but in my head it isn’t Delacroix. I don’t know who it is. The face of the man is in shadow and I feel the fear of being touched by a faceless assailant. His hands are rough and they hurt, not like the bounty hunter’s who are not trying to hurt me. The smell of alcohol drifts into my nose and I almost feel drunk with the smell. This shadow begins to rip away at my body, grabbing and bruising. Delacroix takes this chance to take his pants off and position himself at my entrance. Just as he moves, behind my eyes I see the other doing the same. They both look at me and grin before savagely thrusting in with one quick motion. No preparation or lubrication was provided and I can feel the burn of torn flesh with the sudden action. I scream. A heart-shattering noise that escapes my throat actually makes Delacroix stop his grin and look at me in concern for a moment. But the shadow never stops—it moves and tears away at the me in my head.
My eyes have gone away. They are in a different place and time, remembering what was never really there. Was it? Delacroix takes my silence as approval—how stupid—and starts moving. He gives me no time to adjust and begins quick and rough, like him. The man on me is heavy and has me tied down. Even without a face I can see the smirk and the contortion of his face into pleasure as he continues to thrust into me. My body is trying to reject them both. It tries to push out the invaders and close tight to keep them out. But it fails. All efforts encourage my rapists to find high ecstasy in my torment. I can’t move at all, frozen with pain and fear. Do I fear Delacroix? He brought back this moment and is reenacting it. But it is the other that I fear so much. He was the one that broke my body and tied me down to finish it all. Yes, I fear Delacroix. To me he fills the face of the other in this moment. He reopens the wounds and makes me bleed. I am bleeding. I can feel it slip from within me and slide down my thighs. Their grunts fill me both at the same time and I know that their glad for the lubrication of my blood.
“Stop…” I whisper, finding my voice in the fear. “Please…”
“Is the great Age begging?” I hear Delacroix mutter between moans and grunts. But the other voice is saying something far more different. It is a deeper growl and a far fiercer tone that tells me that I am useless and am a doll for his play.
My eyes begin to water involuntarily. They drip tears onto the bed but never blink. In my state I am lost to the world except for the attack on me. Even then I feared closing my eyes for fear that he would also be in my mind when I try to escape to the sanctuary I should have been able to provide myself. I cried for so long and begged with everything I was and he never listened, just as he’s ignoring me now. They both are. Delacroix thinks I’m playing and the other loves my sorrow. He’s feeding on my anguish and I hate it. I hate them both. But now I fear them both. I had forgotten this and now it returned. That idiot bounty hunter dug it up and now I will be in anguish for hiding it. He swore that I would never forget. Now he’s there in my mind to punish me for trying.
Delacroix is breathing heavily. His thrusts are brutal but nowhere near what the other is doing. His hands grip my hips like a vice to better aim, and is now trying to break me again. Violet eyes look straight at mine but I see nothing. He leans down to try and give me a soft kiss but I don’t feel it. I must look like a corpse, lost in between two times of mind. All I notice is the increasing malice that seems to seep out of the shadow and into me through my a**.
“God, Age, you’re so tight. Let up, you’re too tense.”
I hear him but I don’t understand. It must not be that important since he keeps at it. I don’t know why I’m not screaming. In my head I don’t shut up. Tears are rolling down my eyes like open faucets and my throat has gone hoarse from my constant wails. My body doesn’t follow suite though. Tears glisten in front of Delacroix but the horror is not escaping into the world. It remains inside me. These tears are for him. Delacroix is hurting me and my body is acting accordingly. They both continue to thrust, pumping into my torn skin. Again the shadow grunts his finish and releases his filth into my body. The bounty hunter follows soon after and arches his back before shooting his seed into my used body. I don’t realize why I do it but as he’s arching I grab onto Delacroix’s shoulders and clutch onto him as though I’m a child. Riding out his waves of passion, Delacroix falls forward and rest on top of me. His breath is labored and his body is covered with a thin coat of sweat. The shadow vanishes but my eyes refuse to come back. They stay in that dark room where I’m tied and bleeding with sperm leaking from my entrance. The pain is burning and the fresh bruises are showing. Already they’re black and swollen. I’m still holding onto him, but why?
“Hey.” I hear Delacroix’s voice calling softly. His lips touch mine and trace a line down my shoulder. Now he’s being kind? He looks at me as if he’s just now noticing that I’m crying. “Age, you’re crying. Did I hurt you that bad?”
I don’t answer him and squeeze harder on his arms. He flinches as my nails dig into his skin.
“Ow. Hey!” He tries to sit up but I’m holding him tightly down to me.
We remain face to face and I can see the discomfort it brings him to look at me while I’m so lifeless and hollow. “I hate you.” I whisper it so quietly that he has to lean in to hear. “I hate you.”
I don’t realize how much time passes or notice when he gets up and breaks away from my grasp. I’m left alone there to lie in my blood and semen just like back then.
--Tsunami
 Tsunami-kun · Sat Jan 27, 2007 @ 05:17pm · 0 Comments |
