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Dante smirked as he watched his man backed off their target.
“Now, what do you say about us talking like…“ He laughed as the leader of the smaller cartel ring lunged at him and he stepped out of the way. “I thought we were handling this like adults?”
Dante grinned, the rings on his fingers shimmering in the sun as he flexed his hand.
“I will show you how I handle shit like you.” The cartel leader spat.
Dante giggled, nodding with a grin still on his lips, “Oooo I am sure you will.”
He motioned for his own man to stay down.
“Why don’t you show me how well you can handle me?” Dante winked at the drug runner knowing it would set him off in just the right way. He wanted to play a game, because sometimes the thrill of a kill was so much more satisfying than someone's suffering.
The other man lunged at Dante, punching him in the jaw but groaning when the other’s ringed fist slammed into the man’s rib cage. It was the kind of counter attack he expected from a man with Dante’s reputation.
What the man didn’t expect after that initial rib punch was for Dante to basically let him lead the fight. Dante’s lip was bleeding as the cartel man growled, kicking Dante in the back of the knee to force him down on the ground. The man knotted his fingers into Dante’s messy waves, his nail scraping the buffer man's scalp and he growled. “What game are you playing at?”
The sound that fell from Dante’s lips was a blissful moan. He loved the roughness that came with the yank of his hair, the way that the nails bit into his scalp followed by the tight burn through his entire scalp.
“I thought we where fighting not fucking,” the deranged man laughed and, while the target was distracted, his hand slipped to the holster on his pants where he unsheathed a knife.
The target of the mission squirmed at the come on that Dante put out there, unaware of the weapon being unsheathed. “Never would fuck a freak like you.”
Dante pouted as he leaned his head back, looking up at the man.
“Awww that’s such a shame,” he whined even as he spun easily to his feet, overpowering the man who had been forced to let go of his hair with the motion. “I could have had so much fun with you.” Dante growled into the other man’s ear as he stabbed the blade into the artery of the drug lord's throat.
Dante watched as the blood spurt from the target's throat as the man desperately tried to cover the fatal wound.
The crazy male clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Shh shh, just let it happen. There's no need to fight,” he cooed. Instead of wiping the blade off on the dying man in his arms, Dante brought the blade to his mouth, ridding it of the blood with his tongue. He groaned at the taste.
The cartel member died quickly and Dante sighed, dropping his body with a wave of his hand.
“Get rid of it,” he said, wiggling his fingers toward the body as he walked past his goon. He had plans waiting for him now that the mission was done and there was a skip to his step as he slung his right leg over the Harley that waited outside, kicking it to life as he sped off for the safe house.
Aimes was done with his cover job for the night, following orders and collecting intel for Dante’s master plan while still coming off like the perfect soldier. Everything was falling into place, especially once he heard the ping on the computer which registered the transfer of the small drug ring’s bank account being transferred to them.
“Well done.” The blonde spoke to the room which consisted only of him.
Honestly, the safe house was rather domestic. A place where he could keep Dante out of trouble. A place where they could fuck, fight, train and even make art in. Aimes was waiting in the main living room, watching some sports game on tv when he heard the familiar purr of the motorcycle. The familiar signal that Dante was home.
Aimes didn’t know when he somehow became the housewife to a literally psychotic murderer and mob boss but he would never give this life up if he was honest. Which was why he moved from the sofa toward the door that led to the underground garage.
The door was basically kicked open accompanied by a loud victory cheer.
“There you are.” Dante grinned and he had that crazy glint to his eyes accompanied that showed he wasn’t done with his mischief. “My good puppy,” the long haired man purred as he advanced toward Aimes.
Aimes pulled the corner of his lip between his teeth, he did not fear Dante even as he backed up as the man advanced.
Dante skipped a little, closing the last gap between them as he grabbed Aimes’ shirt collar, yanking him close into a hard searing kiss, moaning into his mouth.
The blonde was used to this, knew that the thrill of the hunt always riled his partner up and who was he to deny this man? It was no secret that they both enjoyed violence, and that they both would happily include it in and outside of the bedroom. So when Aimes felt a large ring clad hand wrapping around his throat and forced him back against the nearby wall with a loud thud, he only groaned as the Dorito shaped muscled man hit the wall.
When Dante heard the welcoming moan that fell from Aimes lips, his mouth slammed back in against the other man’s mouth once more. Kissing Aimes hard as he flexed his strong digits, adjusting them as he found the perfect grip on the throat of the man below him.
“So obedient,” he praised as he bit on Aimes’ lip, pulling as he felt the moan vibrate against his teeth before the pair were kissing again.
Aimes could and would gladly just melt into the hand constricting on his throat.
Dante knew this. He knew the danger and trust it took to be choked like this and he knew what it did for Aimes. Dante knew that Aimes would tap out when he had had enough but in the meantime he could take anything and everything he wanted. Which was what led to the hand not on Aimes throat moving to grab roughly at the cock that was hidden under a pair of work slacks and briefs.
The blonde's hips arched up off of the wall seeking out more from Dante’s hand as he bit at the other man's lip between short breaths as he tried to hold out for as long as he could.
“Look at you, trying so hard to hold it together for me.” Dante purred into Aimes’ ear. “Look so pretty like this struggling to breath, lips swollen and parted.”
Aimes’ didn’t mean to whine when the hand was moved from his crotch but then he felt a thick thumb shoving between his parted lips pulling down against the tension of his jaw and fuck he should let Dante take full control sometime, let him just use him one night when they aren’t planning a new stunt.
Aimes could feel it though. All of it. His body was tingling with want, his cock aching to be freed from his slacks, his vision started to blur as the world started to pulse in and out of focus. With a shaking hand he started to tap out the agreed upon pattern on Dante’s side.
Instantly, Dante’s hand dropped from around Aimes’ throat and he caught the large man against his chest, two arms wrapping around the blonde. “Mmm that’s it,” he soothed. “Catch your breath for me.”
The riled up energy had subsided from Dante some as he reached up starting to comb his fingers through the well styled hair. “Such a good boy,” he cooed, kissing Aimes’ hair as he felt Aimes’ panting breath brush against the hair on his exposed chest.
Aimes let his eyes fall shut as soon as he felt the warmth of Dante’s chest on his cheek and he just stayed there pressed against the man as he rode out that blissful high that left him floating away from his own body. He could only vaguely hear the words that were being spoken to him but he did hear enough to catch “good boy” and he preened softly, a soft whine slipped into his breathing.
Dante smiled, watching Aimes as he continued to comb his fingers through the other man’s hair, breaking up the ungodly amount of gel that held it in place. His other hand moving to rub up and down his back.
After a little while Aimes could feel himself coming back to his body and he nuzzled into the muscled, hair covered chest he rested on. The vibration and movement of Dante’s chest made him growl softly, annoyed at being moved but he started to stretch and slowly rolled his head from the right shoulder around stretching out the muscles that had been pressed on.
Dante leans in, his beard tickling Aimes’ skin “Careful, don’t want to pull something.” His voice was sincere as he never wanted to do serious harm to his Aimes.
Aimes rolled his eyes but leaned in, pressing a kiss to the scar that ran through Dante’s brow. “I assume the mission went well??”
His voice was strained but also the man just wasn’t projecting his voice. He wanted to stay in this bliss filled place a little longer.
Dante started to lead them to the sofa.
“I had a little fun,” he admitted as he sat in his usual spot. With a pleased smile he watched Aimes settle in to lay against him.
“Noticed the taste of blood in your mouth,” he admitted, unphased by the fact that it likely wasn’t just Dante’s blood despite the cut on his lip. He felt the familiar scratch of nails on his scalp and sighed. “You're going to mess it up.” he mumbled, making no effort to move from the hand.
Dante chuckled at the passive attitude. “Your hair looks good either way. Besides it’s hair washing night, we need to get rid of all the crunchies.”