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Prisoner Of The Night
Chapter One

“You’re obsessed.”

Heero didn’t even deign the statement with a response, not even a sidelong glance. He knew he was obsessed; he didn’t need anyone telling him what was obvious. He’d been obsessed since that first fateful meeting in a bathroom stall, haunted by amethyst eyes that twinkled with a mirth Heero didn’t quite understand. What inside joke did that man know that Heero wasn’t privy to? What made those pouty lips twist into a wickedly sinful grin and tease him in all the right ways?

They were questions he wanted answered—along with what did he sound like in the throes of passion? What did he look like spreadeagle on a bed, writhing beneath him? What was his age? What was his profession? What was his name?

All he had to go by was the name Shinigami.

And there was damn near nothing about the man. He’d looked into it as much as he could without endangering his job, but Shinigami was a name many people feared and fewer still were willing to speak. Death clung to the name and made people whisper it more like an oath or a curse than the name of a person, Heero even saw some cross themselves and offer up a plea for protection against Shinigami as if he were some vengeful spirit that would take their lives at the mere mention of his name.

“I’m telling you, you’re better off not taking this any further,” the private investigator Heero hired said with a sigh that told him she knew he wouldn’t listen. He looked across the table at the poised young woman as she lifted her cup with refinement to her perfectly painted lips. Dorothy Catalonia looked nothing like what he expected a private investigator to look like, but she was known for being like a dog with a bone once she accepted an assignment and her connections to high and low society gave her an edge no one else had.

“I’ve already paid you for your services,” Heero said, keeping his voice neutral so as to not belie the panic he felt at being so close to what he had sought for the past six months and possibly losing it. “Backing out would be breaking our contract and you would be responsible for paying the penalty as well as returning my funds.”

“I’m not backing out,” Dorothy retorted with a catty smile as she set her teacup down, “the information is yours to do what you want with it, I’m just warning you—If you foolishly chase after Shinigami, it’s your funeral that I won’t be attending.”

He frowned, thinking back to the beautiful man who had danced with him and fit their bodies together as if they were perfectly made for each other. Sure, there was a mysterious aura around the man who had teased him until he came right there in the middle of the dance floor, but he hadn’t seemed dangerous. If anything, the man he took to calling Shiniko for lack of a name, seemed more like he was constantly running from trouble than causing it. “He can’t be that dangerous.”

“There’s a reason he’s called Shinigami,” she intoned, nails tapping the table rhythmically, “a harbinger of death, Mr. Yuy. He’s very good at his job, and very good at covering his tracks. It won’t just be your neck on the line if something goes wrong,” her lips twisted into a cruel smile, “though it won’t be mine.”

“Of course not,” Heero snorted, watching the poised woman guardedly. One thing he had learned quite well in the months he had been working with Dorothy was to never trust her. Oh, she certainly finished whatever job she accepted—her business wouldn’t survive long if she couldn’t deliver—but her saccharine words always held a venomous bite and she always acted upon whatever benefitted her the most. He wouldn’t put it past her to double-cross her client if it meant she got paid double in the end, but even if she pulled that with him, he couldn’t walk away knowing Shiniko was finally within his reach.

Dorothy reached across and patted his hand in a pitiable way, tutting softly as she stood up. “Do give me a call if you survive, but I certainly won’t be waiting for it.” She reached into the folds of her dress and then slid a single business card across the table to Heero, “Go there tonight and you’ll meet Shinigami. There won’t be another chance, so don’t ask me to set up a second meeting if you don’t arrive in time, it was hard enough to get this one. I can’t promise your safety, but I know you’re too obsessed to listen to reason.”

“Hn,” he grunted, listening to the clack of her heels as she walked away. If he could meet with the man once again, then the thousands that Dorothy cost would be worth it. It had been nearly six months since he last saw him. Trowa was beginning to worry with how much time he spent at bars and clubs, searching for a man with violet eyes and a three-foot braid, but he also knew that once Heero set his mind to a task, there was no stopping him. It was only thanks to Trowa’s boyfriend, Quatre, that he was even able to get in contact with Dorothy, the woman might be well-known, but she only took the jobs she was in pursuing—and only from those who could afford her exorbitant rates.

Heero might not be rich, but he had been studious in saving for years and so could easily afford Ms. Catalonia’s services. And now he held the ticket to seeing him again in his hands. He cast a furtive glance around him to make sure no one was watching him before he picked up the white card embossed with red—Dorothy’s own business card—and turned it over. Scrawled on the back in an elegant penmanship was a time and place, there was no date or any other information that would give away just what it meant, but Heero didn’t need that anyway.

His savings account might be almost drained, but at least now he had a time and place—and he wasn’t about to miss it for the world.

Heero glanced around the dingy room for the tenth time and wrinkled his nose. The rundown motel was on the fringes of the slummiest part of the city, even calling it a motel was stretching the word, and it wasn’t a place that Heero would ever step into willingly in any other circumstance. But he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to meet Shinigami, to see if the moniker really belonged to the ghost he’d been chasing after all these months.

The listed meeting time was still two hours from now, but he’d arrived nearly six hours ago just to make sure nothing would make him miss it. He wasn’t going to waste this chance and if the person who arrived wasn’t his Shiniko, then he’d just be telling Dorothy she was chasing after the wrong person. He dreaded the thought of having to spend  There wasn’t much to the room—just an old bed with a rusted metal headboard that probably looked fancy at one point in its life, a nightstand, and a small table with only one chair. There was no television or anything else to entertain him as he waited, and he certainly wasn’t going to step foot in the grimy bathroom that was an all-in-one shower/toilet/sink.

Sitting in the ramshackle room at the scratched and battered table with a single dim-lit lamp in the corner of the room made him shudder to think of what he couldn’t see. He was apprehensive, nervously tapping his foot as he waited for Shinigami’s arrival. At least the bed looked clean from what he saw, the sheets worn and thin, but they looked like they had recently been washed. He’d made sure not to bring his wallet this time, leaving it safely in his car—though he was beginning to second guess whether it was safe there, his wallet might end up stolen right along with his car this time.

Still, the thought of missing this meeting even though he had two more hours before the designated time kept him firmly in the room. It would be just his luck that Shinigami would arrive while he wasn’t in the room, or that he’d find himself in some kind of trouble with some of the city’s more unsavory people at this time of night. Not that he couldn’t handle himself, he had every confidence in himself to be able to defend himself against at most five or six people at once, but it would take time and if the police were called… Well, he wasn’t going to take the chance.

Heero checked the card again, verifying he was in the right room for the sixth time, and then glued his eyes to the door once again. He reached down to his pocket, touching the handcuffs he’d brought with him through the fabric, and then sighed, leaning back in the chair a little. He was planning to make sure Shinigami didn’t get away from him this time, not until he got a real name and hopefully a phone number, and if it meant playing dirty, then he was going to do it.

Shiniko had said he liked it rough…

He felt his cock swell at just the thought of seeing the alluring man again, hearing that rasping voice whisper his name, and tasting every inch of the man until Heero heard every single sound he could make. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had fantasized about taking the minx of a man, he had filled many a lonely night with thoughts of how tight he would be, whether he was always prepared to be fucked like he claimed to be or not, and what his hair would look like spread out around him like some kind of fan. How it would feel to sink into the heat of his ass, pound it with abandon until he came, how easily his skin would mark, how beautifully erotic he’d look riding him, cock—

“An’ here I thought I was getting here early,” a familiar voice drawled from behind him, the deep rasp of his voice making Heero’s mouth go dry.

Heero swiftly stood up and turned toward the voice. He greedily drank in the sight before him, the man dressed in all black framed in the window and bathed in the light of the streetlights outside. Those striking violet eyes that had haunted him were hidden by a fringe of bangs, but Heero knew it was his Shiniko in the flesh, there was no mistaking the thick braid that slithered over his shoulder to cascade down his chest. “Shinigami,” he murmured as the man slipped into the room.

“The one and only,” he quipped, flashing that impish grin that went straight to Heero’s groin.

It didn’t look like the man recognized him, not in the dim light of the room, which Shinigami probably chose specifically to help retain his anonymity, but the fact he didn’t irked Heero. He knew that his obsession was one-sided, but it still stung his pride to see it so blatantly. The man could’ve found him at any point considering he’d filched not just one, but two of his wallets. He had everything, including his license which had his address on it, and so if their feelings were in any way reciprocal, Shinigami could’ve shown up at any time. He wouldn’t have had to spend thousands of dollars tracking him down or wait nearly six months to see the svelte man again.

“Anxious, are we?” Shinigami moved closer but still out of reach as he tilted his head to get a look at Heero’s face, but the dim light meant he’d have to get even closer for that. He slowly circled around Heero, body taut and ready to leap away at a moment’s notice, though Heero had no doubt that if the man was truly an assassin, then he carried at least one weapon on him for self-defense.

“Hn,” he noncommittedly grunted, keeping his eyes downcast and watching how the shadows moved to discern the right time to pounce. Whether Shinigami would run or not once he recognized him, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to take that chance. Dorothy warned him there wouldn’t be a second meeting if something went wrong, so this was his only chance. He couldn’t screw it up.

Black boots stopped in front of him, only a foot away. “So, who’s the target? Ex-wife? Loan shark? Work rival?”

“You,” he said, meeting violet eyes for a split second before Heero darted forward, catching Shiniko off guard, and slammed him hard into the closest wall. It was hard enough to make the man’s head hit the wall with a loud crack and for a moment, Heero was worried he had been too rough, but the elbow to his chin proved otherwise. As he predicted, Shinigami was quick and skilled, but his years of training in Judo worked in his favor as he grappled for anything he could—a limb, clothes, hair.

“Hey, hands off my fuckin’ hair!” he hollered as Heero yanked him back into his grasp by the tail end of his braid. It had to sting after just having his head slammed into the wall, but the man gave no signs of pain as he tried to fight against Heero. It was to no avail though, every time he gained a bit of distance, Heero closed it and continued to yank him back away from either the door or the window. He’d have bruises to show for it in the morning, but he didn’t care in the slightest.

Heero threw him down onto the bed, using the bulk of his body to keep the lithe man immobile, and watched as a cacophony of emotions flitted across Shiniko’s face before settling on surprised recollection.

“Well, well, well,” he sneered as Heero settled his weight onto the man’s chest and trapped his hands above his head, “if it ain’t Mr. Blue Eyes. Come to collect your things? Sorry, but I sold ‘em months ago.”

“I don’t care,” Heero answered, holding both thin wrists in one hand as he grabbed the handcuffs with the other. He quickly cuffed one hand before weaving the cuffs between the headboard slats and cuffing the other.

Violet eyes widened, jangling the cuffs before looking at Heero indignantly, “What the fuck, man?!”

It had been easier to capture the elusive man than he thought, and while he had tried to plan everything out, it still went much smoother than he had imagined it would. He had expected to fight him tooth and nail, to even possibly have to knock him out, but while Shiniko did land some solid punches, it wasn’t enough to hinder Heero’s plans. Maybe that blow to the head had stunned him more than he thought it had.

“Why are you cuffing me to the bed?” The handcuffs rattled as Shiniko yanked at them, violet eyes wide as he stared at Heero. “If th’ wallet meant that much to ya, I can track it back down for ya. There’s no need to involve the police in this.”

“I told you I don’t care about that.” He allowed his gaze to wander, taking in the fit body beneath him and the way his captive almost bucked him off.  He might look slight, but an assassin had to pack some muscle to be effective and Heero itched with impatience to explore the body beneath him.

He looked ready to spit in Heero’s face, those gorgeous eyes turning thunderously dark as he snapped, “Then what the hell do you want?”

“I already to you—you.”

“You want me.” There was a threat in his voice, but Heero caught the hint of curiosity as Shiniko tilted his head.

“You’re a hard man to track down,” Heero murmured as he ran a hand down the black button-up shirt the other man was wearing, fingertips teasingly dipping between the buttons. How he wanted to undo them right now and riddle the man’s chest with bites and marks, but he wasn’t about to rush things. While he might falsely imprison him, he wasn’t about to rape the person he wanted as his lover, he didn’t want to make an enemy of Shinigami.

He snorted, a cocky grin pulling at his lips, “I gave you a name.”

“You gave me a title,” he retorted flatly, “one that no one wanted to speak about. I don’t want to know your title, I want to know your name.”

Despite the handcuffs hindering him, he pulled his body up a few inches and craned his neck toward Heero, a manic gleam in his eyes, “You do understand what it is I do, don’t’cha?”

“You’re a for-hire assassin.”

“And that doesn’t bother you, that I kill people?”

Heero shrugged, it was a question he had asked himself ever since Dorothy had told him. To say it didn’t bother him at all would be a lie, but when he weighed it against his desire—his obsession—he couldn’t care less what profession the man had as long as he could have some sort of relationship with him. “Everyone has blood on their hands one way or another.”

“You’re a strange one,” he said, collapsing back onto the bed, “Heero.”

Hearing his name on those delectable lips sent a shiver down his spine and his cock twitched. “You still remember my name.”

“I’ll show you how much more I remember about you if you take these off,” he crooned sultrily, jerking his hands to make the cuffs clink against the headboard.

It was tempting, but he wasn’t about to take any chances now that he had his quarry before him. One wrong move and he had no doubt Shinigami would disappear out that window and out of his life forever. If he didn’t leave an indelible mark on the man tonight, he knew he’d never find out his real name or see him again. “I’m sure your body can show me how much you remember just like this,” Heero said, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of Shiniko’s shirt and splaying it across flat abdominals.

“If all ya want is my body,” he retorted, the rough accent back, “then go ahead and take it.”

“I want more than your body, Shiniko,” Heero murmured, slowly unbuttoning the man’s shirt and exposing beautiful, fair skin inch by inch. “I want your name so I can say it, I want your phone number so I can call it, and I want your heart so I can say you’re mine.”

Shiniko licked his lips, momentarily taken aback by Heero’s words, before softly saying, “That’s a tall order.”

“We can start with your name then.” He pulled the shirt back, letting it fall loosely around Shiniko, and raised a brow at the leather holster that wrapped around each shoulder and connected below the man’s chest. Two knives were strapped tightly to each side, the handles flat with rounded edges so as to not dig uncomfortably into his armpits, and they looked wickedly sharp to not be in some kind of sheath.

“Sheaths slow me down,” he said, as if reading Heero’s mind. “And when the difference between life and death is sometimes mere seconds, I’ll shave ‘em off anywhere I can.”

He gently ran his fingers over soft, alabaster skin, “You don’t injure yourself?”

“Can’t say never, but most o’ my scars are from those on the receivin’ end o’ my services.”

The chill that colored his words wasn’t something he’d heard before, but really, it just reminded him that he knew next to nothing about the man he’d been obsessed with for months on end. Other than his looks, his oral skills, and his title, Heero knew nothing about the man called Shinigami. He might call him his Shiniko—his little death—but it was Shiniko who knew more about him than the other way around, hell, he had already seen Heero’s dick within the first five minutes of meeting.

“You are one hell of a freaky guy, aren’tcha?” Shinigami snickered, lids lowering sultrily. “Does the thought of me gutting some prick get your prick rising?”

Heero frowned, uncertain of what the man meant until he followed his gaze to the obvious tent in his pants. He flushed, but he didn’t try to hide his erection, what was the point when Shiniko had already seen it? He cleared his throat, focusing instead on removing the knives and setting them on the small nightstand beside the bed.

“Come on, Heero,” he rolled the r tauntingly, “tell me, what part turns you on? The thought of me penetrating another man like you want me to penetrate you? Or do you want to penetrate me? Fuck me so deep, it’s as if you’re stabbing me in the gut?” Heero bit back a moan, his cock growing harder at the insidious teasing. “Or is it the thought of me killing another person? Of being someone so feared they pray to their gods at just the mere mention of my name? I’m the best there is, does that make you hard, knowing you’ve got the best of the best beneath you? Or is it that you pictured me covered in blood? Does blood turn you on, Heero?”

“You turn me on,” he said, voice rough with lust even as his blush deepened. He never considered blood arousing, but everything about the man aroused him. And while he was sure Shikino said it to disgust him, Heero had no doubt he’d look absolutely stunning with blood splattered across his body. Bright red against alabaster white, he’d be ethereal bathed in moonlight and blood alike.

“Oh yeah?” He stared hard at the bulge in Heero’s pants. “So much you’re about to bust a nut before I’ve even touched you? Though, you did come untouched on the dance floor last time, is my voice that good?”

“You had kissed me,” Heero retorted petulantly, it wasn’t much of an argument though because that rasping, seductive voice had echoed in his head on many a lonely night. It had brought him to orgasm more times than he could count, so it really was that good.

Shinigami laughed, eyes dancing mirthfully as he grinned up at Heero, “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, man. If getting kissed is enough to make you come, you’re never gonna make it t’ fucking.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“No? Gonna prove it?” He bucked his hips, pressing their groins together and grinding against Heero’s erection. “I remember what you’re packing, an’ I wouldn’t mind getting’ another taste.”

He gasped at the sudden friction, the man was a damn tease, “That isn’t what I came for.”

“It ain’t?” he asked incredulously, his face expressively matching his tone. “You mean t’a tell me that you’ve got me handcuffed to a bed,” he rattled the cuffs, “an’ my shirt undone while sporting a raging boner and you don’t wanna fuck me?”

“I want to fuck you,” Heero answered, guttural and with such need it was palpable, “but I’ve been searching for you for over six months and I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

“Six months?”

He couldn’t resist running his hands over Shiniko’s exposed body, pushing his erection into his thigh with a groan. He wasn’t lying that he hadn’t come here for sex, but if the man was offering, he wasn’t going to refuse him. “I went back to that bar almost nightly, I frequented the dance club looking for you, I searched nearby bars and clubs and asked around, trying to find you, but months passed without even a sighting.” He brushed his thumbs over pert nipples, enjoying the libidinous moan that Shiniko didn’t even try to stifle. “I spent six months dreaming about you, reliving the few moments together we had and thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you once you were mine.”

“Fuck, you’re crazy, aren’t you?” Shinigami asked, a little breathlessly as he looked at Heero as if for the first time.

“I prefer the term obsessed,” he deadpanned.

But instead of looking frightened or revulsed at the depths of Heero’s infatuation, he flashed a wide, almost maniacal, grin at Heero and jutted forward to press their lips together in a quick, fervid kiss. “I think I like you, ‘ro.”

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Prisoner Of The Night 
Chapter Two

Heero froze, fingers digging into Shiniko’s hips. He knew there was attraction between them, he’d felt the other’s erection when they danced together, he’d seen the answering lust in those violet eyes, but to hear that the Shinigami liked him too made his heart hammer in his chest so loudly he could hear it. He wasn’t sure what to do, he hadn’t expected that his obsession might reciprocate his feelings, even if they weren’t nearly as strong as his.

Shinigami chortled, that wicked grin returning as he said mockingly, “Don’t tell me yer gonna short circuit like this every time I kiss you.”

“I think I’ll need a lot of practice for that not to happen,” he said flatly, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners signaled he was at least partially joking.

“You’re like a puppy,” he said, adding as he glanced at his cuffed hands, “well, a psychotic puppy, but a puppy all the same.”  

Heero stared down at the toned body beneath him, his fingers moving to brush against the pert, pink nipples and feel how they hardened beneath his thumbs. Calling him a puppy didn’t bother him, he could even agree with it because all he wanted to do was pleasure the man beneath him, but while puppies might seem rather harmless, they do have teeth. And if anything had been proven so far, Heero had his teeth sunk quite deep into Shinigami and he wasn’t about to let him go any time soon.

Shinigami sighed deeply, somehow flopping onto the bed even though he was already laying down, “I’m getting’ bored, ya’know, and I’m warnin’ ya, that’s never a good thing.”

“You’re bored?”

“Yeah, all yer doin’ is rubbing my nips raw and starin’ at me.” Heero immediately stopped, he hadn’t even realized he’d been circling over them again and again, too engrossed in his thoughts. “I know I said I like it rough, but this ain’t the kinda rough I meant.”

Heero’s eyes darkened with lust, the thought of just plunging into the man’s ass was enough to make his dick hurt with how hard he was. But people’s definition of rough were different, some people believed a little manhandling was rough while others thought getting smacked in the face and being left with bruises on their bodies was rough. He needed to know so he wouldn’t step over the line, because the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Shinigami, “When you say rough, what exactly do you mean?”

He blew a breath upward, making his bangs dance before settling on either side of his forehead, “I’ll give you a quick rundown, kay? Nothing that’s gonna need a hospital visit, cause I don’t do hospitals, and I ain’t into the whole battered wife shit. So, no punching me in the face or stomach, but if you wanna bite and leave marks,” he said, voice turning seductive, “as long as they ain’t on my face, I don’t care.”

“Is this better?” he flicked the hard nubs before pinching them roughly, pulling them taut and making his prisoner arch his back. The mixed moaning yelp told Heero he was on the right track at least, but he wanted to see Shiniko writhe in pleasure, watch him come undone beneath his hands, and see what face he made when he was overtaken by an orgasm.

“T-that’s a start,” violet eyes full of desire peered at him before they rolled up as Heero pulled at his nipples again. “Fuck!”

Heero chuckled throatily, he could feel exactly what it was doing to the gorgeous creature beneath him, straddled as he was. The erection that was growing more prominently was pushing into his inner thigh and twitched every time he pinched Shiniko’s nipples. “Who knew the fearsome Shinigami is actually a masochist?”

“Don’ underestimate me, Blue Eyes,” he growled, “scarier men ‘ave found themselves six feet under ‘cause they did.”

“That’s one thing I won’t do,” he plucked his nipples again, finally letting them fall from between his fingers, and watched the now red nubs bounce. Maybe it was just his imagination or maybe it was the dim lighting, but they looked bigger now, and Heero couldn’t resist leaning down to lave his tongue over one.

The hiss that left Shinigami’s lips didn’t sound pain-filled, on the contrary, it called to him to fill his mouth with the taste of his prisoner. It might be just for one night—not if he could help it—but he would drink his fill and leave an indelible mark on the lithe man that would haunt even the great Shinigami. Heero covered the nipple with his mouth, teeth scraping gently over skin as he worked to suckle at it as best he could while busying his free hand with the other nipple.

He listened to the man beneath him, the quickening pulse, the cacophony of sounds that filled his ears, the hard cock that twitched every time his teeth came in contact with the hard nub, and growled as he sucked harder to the point of pain while pinching the other. But instead of being admonished for being too rough—a complaint he often heard from previous lovers—Shiniko threw back his head with a guttural groan, hips bucking. It was all the encouragement Heero needed, teeth sinking into tender flesh hard enough to leave their imprints behind. He was quick to soothe the bite with some coquettish licks, but it wasn’t long before he moved to tease the other nipple with his mouth.

“Fuck, ya do know I’m a man, right? No matter how much you suck on ‘em, you ain’t gonna get any milk.”

Heero bit down on the hard nub and pulled it roughly, eliciting a pained yelp from the man that went straight to his dick. These darker desires weren’t ones he had ever spent much introspective time on, but something about Shinigami had him playing with fire and not caring if he got burned. He glanced up to find violet eyes locked on him, lust evident even in the dimly lit room. It sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, and he kept his gaze steady as he started to test his prisoner’s limits. “I’m well aware you’re a man,” he said, voice rumbling, as he slid his hand down to cup the bulge in Shinigami’s pants, “but if you’re this hard from some nipple-play, it makes me wonder what will come out if I keep playing with them.”

Shiniko’s eyelids lowered to half-mast as those violet eyes darkened with iniquity, “You wanna find out?”

With such an invitation, Heero couldn’t refuse, and he quickly returned to his oral teasing. The way the man arched into his touch was electrifying, Heero hadn’t felt this alive or turned on in his life. He slipped his knee between Shinigami’s legs and pressed it against his groin as he flicked his tongue against a hard nipple.

Soft pants and libidinous groans filled the room, and the clinking of the handcuffs sporadically joining in every now and then made it all the more erotic. Heero pulled back to look at his handywork, the darkening hickeys that adorned the pale chest and multiple bite marks around both nipples, they were sure to bruise and Heero had no doubt his nipples were going to be incredibly sore. If not for the rock-hard dick rubbing against his leg, he’d be worried he was taking things too far, but it seemed Shinigami wasn’t lying when he said he liked it rough.

He did say he never lied, but Heero hadn’t expected it to be true.

“Don’ stop,” he whispered, hips undulating as he sought more friction.

Heero sat up, plucking at the sore nipples, and smirked at his captive, “Are you close?” Shinigami moaned, eyes rolling up as Heero pinched his nipples hard, and nodded choppily. Heero could feel just how close he was, the way his body was pulled taut and the tremulous breaths that quickened as he ground his knee harder into Shinigami’s erection. Watching someone as dangerous and beautiful as the assassin writhe beneath him and melt at his touch made a strange glee well up, it made him feel powerful and immensely aroused.

“So close,” Shiniko sibilated, biting down on his bottom lip.

God, he wanted to bite that lip, wanted to bite it hard enough to taste blood and then suck it dry. Heero twisted his nipples before tugging roughly on them, and watched with a growing hunger as the gorgeous man came undone before his very eyes. Wisps of hair stuck to Shiniko’s face and even as his eyelids fluttered, those violet eyes remained locked on him, as if daring him to continue.

Shinigami let out a keening moan, hips stuttering as he came hard, “Fuck, oh god, yes, f-fuck.”

He was on the verge of coming himself, the assassin was just too damned erotic, but he refused to touch himself or give in to the hungering need to seek out some kind of friction. Of course, this stranger of the night as Shinigami called himself had made him come on the dance floor from little more than a kiss, so he wasn’t about to rule out that he could come just from watching his prisoner coming undone.

“Don’ tell me you creamed yer pants,” he snickered breathily, amusement clear as he grinned at Heero.

“I have more will power than that,” Heero retorted, flicking a nipple none too gently. A dark trill of excitement slithered around him at the pained hiss that turned into a soft moan, but while a part of him wanted to keep playing with the pert nubs, another part of him couldn’t wait any longer. He scooted forward, making sure to let his clothed ass slide roughly over Shiniko’s nipples, and took in every mark he had left. Such vibrancy against such pale skin, there was no passing off a single tooth imprint or hickey as anything but and the thought that they’d remain for weeks after made his erection swell even more.

He stopped once his knees were touching Shiniko’s armpits, his lips quirking into a half smile as he unzipped his pants, careful not to catch his cock in the zipper. Those alluring eyes finally left his face to drop down to his crotch as he deftly pulled his dick out and lazily stroked it, “You said you wouldn’t mind getting another taste, right?”  

“I did,” Shinigami rasped, unconsciously licking his lips, “but I’m sure you can see I’m a little tied up right now.”

“I know,” his smile turned into a devious smirk as he pressed the tip of his dick against Shiniko’s lips, “but you are a man of many talents, so I know you don’t need your hands to eat what I’m going to feed you.”

Heero groaned as he felt those lips slightly part and a rough tongue dart out to taste his precum. He grabbed the headboard with one hand as he kept a firm grip on his cock with the other, leaning forward so he could stare straight down and watch as the Shinigami took his dick in his mouth. He had wanted a repeat of their first meeting for months now, he had relived the feeling of that tight, wet heat again and again while searching high and low for the elusive man, and now that he finally had him within his grasp, he was reminded how his memory was nothing compared to the real thing.

Of course, it was a gamble with his very life too. He was putting all his trust in a stranger who had seduced him twice as well as stolen his wallet twice. One wrong move and he could go from enjoying that wicked tongue to having his dick bitten clean off. Bleeding out from that was not the way he imagined dying, and certainly not a position he wanted to find himself in either. He had no doubt Shinigami could do it, nor any qualms about doing it if he decided to—the man was a hired assassin, he was sure taking the life of another was nothing to him.

But knowing he was flirting with death only turned him on more. Blood rushed southward as he watched Shiniko mouth his cock, teasing him with what he desired and keeping it just out of reach. Lips slid along the side of his erection, whispering a promise of more but never fulfilling it as that wicked tongue flicked against his slit before disappearing again. The amount of precum he was leaking should’ve made him embarrassed, but he couldn’t be when Shiniko moaned every time he tasted the pre.

Heero could only watch as he stretched forward and dragged his tongue from the base of Heero’s cock to the tip, shuddering as warm heat engulfed him. A rough tongue swirled around the head as Shiniko sucked and Heero gasped as his hips thrust forward, trying to sink deeper into that heat. Teeth grazed his cock, hard enough to hurt, and Heero understood it as a warning as violet eyes narrowed, but Heero didn’t back off. “I thought you said you like it rough,” he said, chancing Shinigami’s ire as he moved his pelvis forward again, “don’t tell me you can’t even handle this.”

Handcuffs rattled and his prisoner tried to speak, but it was incomprehensible with Heero’s cock in his mouth. Just a garbled mess of sounds that carried a slightly angry tone that Heero knew he should heed, but the vibrations were more than distracting.

“That’s it,” he moaned softly, taking it as a good sign that his dick hadn’t been bitten off yet, but just to be safe, he slid his thumb into the corner of Shiniko’s mouth and between his teeth. Saliva pooled in the assassin’s mouth, tongue pressed tightly against Heero’s erection, but in their current positions, there wasn’t much even the Shinigami could do. Arms cuffed above his head, Heero’s knees tucked beneath his shoulders and his captor’s weight squarely on his chest, it certainly made it harder to fight back. “I want to fuck your throat again, can I?”

Shinigami quirked a brow, the silent “Really?” still clearly understood.

Heero chuckled, because it was absurd that he would be asking his captive for permission, but despite how they may have come to this moment in time, the last thing he wanted was for Shiniko to despise him. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

He turned his head to the side, Heero’s cock slipping from his lips, and rolled his eyes, “If yer gonna be rough and shit, an’ go this far, then be fuckin’ rough and shit. I told you already, I ain’t into the battered wife shit, so no leaving bruises on my face or breaking bones, but anything else is fair game wit’ me. If ya wanna fuck my throat, then fucking do it. Don’t keep wavering between rough and sweet. Shit,” he groused with a pout, “gonna get me all hard and horny and then fuckin’ tap out.”

“I’m not tapping out—”

Shinigami snorted, “You ain’t tapping my ass, that’s for sure.”

“You want it rough, I’ll give you rough, but you better not bite me,” Heero growled as he shoved his thumb back into his mouth, feeling along pointed incisors, “and take what I give you.” The way Shiniko’s eyes lit up with lust was enough of an acquiescence for him and he licked his lips with a groan as his thumb was roughly suckled. The minx of a man was a damned tease and knew it.

Grabbing his cock, Heero stroked himself a few times before pushing the blunted tip between his captive’s lips once again. This time, he didn’t take it slow and easy, instead sheathing himself in that tight heat until he felt Shiniko gag. It was an exquisite feeling, the way his tongue helplessly pushed against his cock and how the back of his throat convulsed around the swollen head. Heero gutturally moaned, holding still so Shiniko could adjust to his girth, and reached down to push sweaty bangs out of his captive’s face.

“Come on, suck my cock like you sucked my thumb,” he said, lifting his weight off Shiniko’s chest and pushing forward until he felt his dick slide into the man’s throat. “God damn,” Heero moaned libidinously, head tilting up as his erection was squeezed tightly. He rocked back until he heard Shinigami draw a ragged breath and then plunged back in, once again blocking his airway as his throat constricted around Heero’s erection. His own breathing quickened and became rougher as he fucked his captive’s face, hips undulating in a slow, unhurried pace.  

Heero shuddered with pleasure as Shiniko hollowed his cheeks, sucking the life out of him as he pulled back to let the man breathe. Just like he didn’t want to die of blood lose from a severed dick, he didn’t want Shiniko to die of a lack of oxygen, no matter how ethereal it felt to stay buried in his throat. A tongue swirled teasingly around the head of his cock before the man had his knees buckling as he sucked roughly on his frenulum.

“Shit,” he hissed at the over-stimulation and he used his legs to push Shiniko closer to the headboard, grabbing the man’s head so he could angle it as he liked. His control snapped as he curled his fingers into soft locks and sank his length into that talented mouth. Shinigami choked, bubbles of saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth, but Heero knew better now than to back off. He glanced at the white-knuckled grip Shiniko had on the headboard spindles, handcuffs jingling with every thrust and only punctuated by his own moans. “Open your mouth more,” he commanded, groaning as Shinigami slackened his jaw so he could slide in even deeper.

The small, breathy gasps followed by choked gagging from his prisoner riled his lust and he barely pulled out before he was plunging back in, pushing every last inch he possibly could down that taut throat. The excessive saliva only worked as lube as he punched in and out and Heero’s eyes slipped closed as he buried Shiniko’s face against his pubic bone, holding him there as he listened to the sputtering sounds as spit dripped down his balls.

It was euphoric, being buried in that exquisite heat, and he could feel his orgasm building as his cock twitched. Then he felt that wicked tongue licking at his balls, teasing the seam even as the man choked. “How the hell can you do that?” he asked in awe as he pulled back.

Shinigami gasped in air, face ruddy and wet but his eyes were alight with desire as he shot Heero a rapacious grin, “I’m a man—fuckin’ hell you’re big—man of many talents.”

“That is an understatement,” Heero chuckled.

“Wanna find out another?” he asked, that impish expression returning that Heero knew meant he was about to love whatever the man had in mind. “Though, you’d have to uncuff me for it.”

Whether it was a ploy to get free or an actual offer, Heero wasn’t about to take the chance of Shiniko escaping from him yet. “I want to know everything about you,” he said softly, but the intensity in his voice was enough to startle his captive, “from your favorite food to your favorite way to kill a man. Everything.”

“Damn, ya really are fuckin’ crazy.”

Heero cocked his head, pondering the statement for a moment before he shrugged, “Maybe. I know I’m infatuated with you, and I can accept everything about you, and that everything about you arouses me in a way no one else ever has.”

“So,” he quirked a brow, gaze falling to Heero’s erection, “yer tellin’ me it’s just me who gets you so hot beneath the collar?”

“Yes.”

“That’s…somehow kinda endearing.” Something crossed his face, a mix of amusement and skepticism, but it was gone too quickly for Heero to discern. “Yer cute, Blue Eyes, so lemme reward ya,” he said, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out as far as he could.

The invitation was clear and Heero would like to say he resisted, but he was beginning to wonder just who was the prisoner in this game of theirs. Shiniko was certainly chained up and powerless beneath him, and yet there was this unshakable feeling that it was he who was actually powerless in this scenario. That the dynamic could be flipped in a moment’s notice if the minx of a man wanted to, that he was the real victim—and he liked it.

He didn’t hesitate to push his cock back down Shiniko’s throat, grabbing onto the headboard with both hands as he began fucking his face with abandon. Lips dragged against his skin, but there was no sharp pain of teeth as he thrust faster. Between gags and chokes, Shinigami moaned, urging Heero to keep going even though the zipper of his slacks against his mouth had to hurt. The tight throat, the way it convulsed around his dick and tried to milk it, and the obscene sounds that filled the small motel room were exquisitely erotic, but even buried to the hilt as he was, it wasn’t enough.

“Feels so good,” he moaned hoarsely, sweat collecting on his brow as his orgasm began to build. He stilled his hips, listening to the gurgling as Shiniko swallowed around him, and groaned at just how good it felt. He threaded his fingers through those thick tresses and let the tips just barely touch the base of the man’s braid, he still remembered the warning loud and clear and so he didn’t dare actually grab it, but it gave him enough purchase to move Shinigami’s head instead of his hips.

He’d never treated a partner like this before, brutally pulling Shiniko’s head up and down his length, but the freedom he felt in letting go of all his inhibitions was exhilarating. The pace was almost cruel, certainly punishing, but he was lost in his own pleasure and gratification as he felt his cock squeezed as Shinigami heaved. If his cock wasn’t fully buried in the man’s throat, he’d probably have vomit all over his pants, he could feel Shiniko’s throat trying to expel him from it, but he held onto his head with an iron grip.

Heero bit his lip and shuddered, “I’m close,” he warned as he shook Shinigami like a ragdoll, not even pulling out of his throat and effectively cutting off his oxygen. He wondered briefly just how long the man could hold his breath, but that thought was pushed out of his mind as he felt his orgasm slam into him. “Fuck, I’m coming,” Heero gasped as he smashed Shiniko’s face against his pelvis. He held the man there, feeling and drowning in the way it convulsed and tightened around him. He suddenly wished they were in a different position so he could rub himself through his throat again, but maybe, if Shinigami didn’t kill him after this, he would get the chance another time.

He didn’t know how long he held the man imprisoned against his body, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over him as he emptied every bit of his seed down Shiniko’s throat, but it wasn’t until he felt a sharp pain in his thigh that he pulled away. Shinigami was elbowing him repeatedly, his face ashen from the lack of oxygen, and Heero immediately moved off him as he gulped in precious air.

“Sorry, I—”

“Holy shit, that was intense!” he rasped hoarsely, a gleam of insanity in those amethyst depths. Laughter bubbled up even as his whole chest heaved to restore oxygen to his body. Blood was smeared across his mouth, and Heero saw it on his teeth too as Shinigami smiled manically at him, his lips cut from Heero’s zipper. “I’ve never been face-fucked like that before,” he coughed, trying to clear his wrecked voice, and wiped his mouth on his shoulder, “but damn, I almost came m’self.”

Heero relaxed as color returned to his captive’s face and gave a small smile, “Again?”

“Yer one ta talk,” he jerked his head toward Heero’s groin where he continued to proudly stand at attention, “yer still hard even though you already came!”

Of course he was, the one he had been dreaming of for six months, who haunted his days and nights, and became his singular focus, was before him in the flesh. Shinigami was seduction walking, everything about the man aroused him and it was no surprise that he didn’t even lose his erection. He’d always had a short refractory period, usually only needing five to ten minutes, but with Shiniko, even mere minutes weren’t necessary.

“What are you, a fuckin’ machine?” Shinigami abruptly sniggered, “Get it? A fuckin’ machine, or a fucking machine, you could be either one.”

Heero rolled his eyes at the terrible joke, but then leaned closer as he said throatily, “I can be a fucking machine if that’s what you want.”

“Oh yeah?” That playful iniquity returned as Shinigami licked his lips, their faces getting closer, “You gonna fuck me long and hard and deep, Heero?”

“Yes, and I’ll make sure your hole remembers me,” he whispered against his lips before sealing their mouths together roughly. Shiniko immediately opened his mouth, tongue darting out to meet Heero’s and intertwining with fervent need. He could taste the metallic tang of blood first, but as he sucked on Shinigami’s tongue, he could taste himself as well. He thought he’d be disgusted by it, knowing it was his own spend, but there was something lascivious about tasting himself mixed with the assassin’s blood and spit.

He groaned as Shiniko bit his tongue, a sharp incisor sinking in, and he moved closer, cradling the man’s face in his hands. He turned his head, trying to get closer as if that would help him get his tongue down Shinigami’s throat, and swallowed the bawdy moans of his captive. For an assassin, he was quite loud, but Heero was glad, he wanted to hear every sound Shiniko could make, memorize them and which places made what sounds.

Shinigami bit his lip hard as their kiss broke, and Heero moaned at the pleasurable pain. “You really do like it rough,” he said with a chuckle, letting his nails rake down his prisoner’s shoulders and chest. Red scratches appeared quickly on his pale skin and Heero caressed them lovingly, moving down so he could lay gentle kisses along the column of Shiniko’s neck. Teeth grazed over his jugular, but Heero didn’t sink his teeth in until he was at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“Fuck!” Shinigami yelled, body arching.

He’d bitten hard enough this time to just barely break the skin, blood slowly oozing to the surface as Heero lapped at it, soothing the bite mark. He didn’t stay there long, moving further southward as he once again began leaving as many blemishes as he could.

“You got a nipple fetish or somethin’?” he asked as Heero began to play with them again. They were swollen and red, but that didn’t deter him from pinching them to pertness and nibbling on them. “They’re fuckin’ sore, hnn,” Shinigami moaned in pleasure, “but god I like it.”

Heero spent a few minutes alternating between nipples, taking his time to darken the hickeys on Shiniko’s chest, and adding a couple more bite marks. The cacophony of lewd sounds only incited him more, but as much as he could spend hours sucking and biting them, he wanted something more now. He scraped his nails down the man’s sides, feeling every rib as he did so, and followed the trail with his mouth.

He dipped his tongue into Shiniko’s belly button, his chin pressing against the hard erection of his captive, and looked up the length of his body. With his shirt splayed open, Heero could see his work on display, and slowly took in pert nipples and every blemish until his eyes were trapped within a hypnotic amethyst gaze. “Don’t stop now,” Shinigami said, his tone dark and sinful, and promising certain death if Heero decided to walk away.

He nipped at Shiniko’s stomach before running his tongue along his hard abs, feeling the rippling muscles beneath him. The man might look wiry and thin, but he was corded muscle and strength, and the reality that Shinigami could kill him at any time suddenly sank in. But he wasn’t about to stop, nothing was going to deter him tonight. “I’m not planning to,” he retorted, leaning down to mouth at his erection as he deftly undid the belt and jeans.

The smell of musk immediately hit him as he shoved the jeans off Shiniko’s hips, cock slipping freely out to press against the man’s stomach. Remnants of drying cum mixed with precum as Heero took in every detail he could of the hairless genitals. He could still hear that rasping voice whispering to him on the dance floor about how he was hairless, and he truly was—not even a little peach fuzz on his balls or a wisp of pubic hair.

“Commando?” Heero asked with a raised brow.

Shinigami shrugged, not minutely embarrassed at the scrutiny his genitals were under, “I don’t like how underwear chafes.”

“I’m more surprised you don’t have weapons strapped down here.”

“Oh, I’ve gotta weapon down there, Blue Eyes.”

He ran his finger up the underside of Shiniko’s cock, enjoying the way it twitched at his touch “You mean this? This seems more like a prize than a weapon with how pretty and pink it is.”

“Those are the weapons that are most dangerous,” he murmured, and Heero didn’t doubt for a second that there was a story behind those words. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but he wasn’t about to risk it, not now.

Instead, he buried his face into the apex of Shiniko’s hip, breathing in the heady musk, and sucked until that alabaster skin turned a dark red. He could feel the man’s erection pressing against the side of his face, growing harder and twitching as to get his attention. But he wasn’t quite ready to give in to that yet, and he moved lower, biting into the meat of Shiniko’s thigh.

“Fucking hell, man!” Shinigami hissed, legs trembling as Heero sucked at the bite, “Put those hoover skills to use somewhere they’d be more appreciated it, damn it.”

Heero chuckled as he turned his head, letting his breath ghost across his captive’s balls. They were just as pretty as the man’s cock, a soft pink, and round and just the right size for him to take into his mouth. He pressed the broadside of his tongue against them, following the seam slowly before sucking one ball into his mouth.

“S-shit,” Heero heard him say as he swirled his tongue around the testicle. He couldn’t see Shiniko’s face from this angle, so he could only go by Shinigami’s own moans of pleasure to know if he was doing well—thankfully, he was vocal and no prude. “Suck on the other one too,” he groaned, handcuffs rattling when he lifted his body as Heero did as commanded, “yeah, jus’ like that.”

He pulled gently on his sack, enjoying the libidinous moans it pulled from his captive, before using his tongue to play with them. He let them slip from his mouth with a soft pop and quickly moved to running his tongue up the prominent vein of that pretty pink dick. It didn’t get Shiniko much of a chance to complain as Heero grabbed his hips to keep him still as he lapped at the leaking head. It was salty, but there was still a distinct taste that was just Shinigami and Heero moaned as he took the head into his mouth and sucked at it.

“Keep goin’,” Shiniko said breathily, trying to thrust upward, but Heero kept him held down. He slowly inched down, taking his time to map out every detail he could by scent, sight, taste, and touch. He felt every vein, every hard ridge and turgid flesh, wetting it all as he continuously twirled his tongue. “Damn it, yer killin’ me here!”

He laughed, making a spurt of precum flood his mouth at the vibrations, and he quickly pulled away before the man came. “Not yet,” he said, giving a final small lick to the tip before he sat up. They were both hard and wanting, he doubted either of them were going to be able to wait any longer. He didn’t want to rush their night together, but he wanted to know what it felt like buried inside Shiniko’s ass.

“Just you wait until I’m outta these cuffs,” Shinigami growled, cursing Heero for teasing him so much. “Fuckin’ tease, yer a fuckin’ tease, Mr. Blue Eyes.”

Heero ignored him as he pulled Shiniko’s jeans further down. He turned to remove his shoes, but scowled at the military boots that were laced tightly halfway up his calf. “I think you’re the one trying to kill me,” he said, untying the one shoe and trying to unhook them from the eyelets as quickly as he could.

“What,” he snickered with a catty smile, “a bit o’ shoelace too much for you?”

He yanked the boot off, dropping it unceremoniously off the side of the bed, and then shoved the jeans down until they were off one leg. He glanced at the other boot, eyes traveling up where the jeans were bunched against Shiniko’s calf and then higher still to where his prisoner lay with his legs splayed open. “One’s enough,” he said, sliding between the man’s legs before hoisting Shiniko’s knees up on his shoulders.

“Hey now! I’m practically bare ass naked here,” Shinigami accused, jutting his head toward Heero, “but yer still totally dressed.”

He cocked his head, “You want me to undress?”

“Fuck no,” he said after a momentary pause, “it’s hot seein’ you still clothed while I ain’t. Jus’ wanted to point it out.” Heero rolled his eyes, pulling the man closer to him until the handcuffs were pulling his arms taut, and then bent him in half. “Whoa! What th’ hell you doing, man?”

Instead of answering, Heero used his hands to pull his cheeks apart and then ran his tongue along Shiniko’s entrance. Pink and smooth and gorgeous, just like the rest of him. Feeling along every furrow of his rim, Heero memorized it all even as Shinigami struggled in his grasp.

“Wait, d-don’t do that,” Shinigami cried out, but the gasping moans that followed told Heero to ignore his calls. In this position, he had a clear view of his captive, and the abashed look on his face. Sucking him off in a public bathroom, dirty talking to him on the dance floor, and even all they had done tonight didn’t even faze him, but a simple rim job had him blushing scarlet. “Shit,” he whispered as Heero pushed his tongue past the tight ring.

“You’re saying no, but your dick is plenty hard,” Heero said, snaking his arm around Shiniko’s waist to stroke him.

He tried to bury his face into the pillow, so that Heero could now see even the tips of his ears were turning red, “It’s fuckin’ embarrassing!”

Heero rutted against his back and slipped a finger into the man’s ass, “Not for me.” He continued to stroke him in time with his finger moving in and out, watching avidly as his finger was easily swallowed up. It had been tight when he rimmed him, but it quickly relaxed at the intrusion, easily accepting a second finger. He crooked his fingers, feeling along silken walls for Shiniko’s prostate, and leaned down to lick at both his rim and perinium.

The sound Shinigami made was enough to drive him mad, a keening cry at being pleasured inside and out all at once, and he could see his balls drawing up with an impending orgasm. It was taking all of his control to not shove his cock in him and pound him into the mattress, but the way Shiniko arched his back and squirmed, his eyes rolled up in ecstasy and his braid beginning to fall loose was testing every ounce of control he had. “Oh shit, shit, yes, please,” his body shook and before Heero could discern what happened, Shinigami had unfolded his body and wrapped his legs around Heero’s neck, keeping his face locked as he pushed his tongue in with his fingers. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!”

He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to, pinned as he was and now half blind with those jeans wrapped around his head. He intensified his efforts, teasing and licking and enjoying every seductive whine and lustful groan that fell from Shiniko’s lips. But eventually, he let go of the other’s cock so he could search his pocket for the condom and lube he’d put there earlier. The man was practically riding his face as he shook, whining at the sudden loss of friction, but Heero just scissored his fingers and sucked on his rim.

“Yes, so fuckin’ good,” Shinigami gasped, but just as quickly as he put Heero in that headlock, he released him, dropping his legs so his ass fell directly against Heero’s cock. “Do it, fuck me, I want you to fuck me with that monster cock of yours right now.”

He shook his head, “You’re not loose enough yet.”

“Listen, buddy,” he growled angrily as his eyes narrowed, “how many fuckin’ times do I gotta say I like it rough? I ain’t some weepy pansy-ass who needs romancin’, what I need is for you to fuck me like fucked my mouth—hard, and fast, and deep. If you can’t do that, then yer wastin’ my time.”

“But—” A hard kick to his side stopped his protests, and he held up his hands in defeat. “Let me at least put a condom on.”

“Fine, but hurry the fuck up!”

Heero quickly tore the package open and rolled the condom, watching as Shiniko squirmed with obvious need. It was an image that would be seared into his mind, the seductive minx of a man coming undone in front of him, hard cock leaking all over his stomach that was littered with hickeys and bitemarks from him. Those violet eyes bright with an intensifying lust and watching his every move as Heero squeezed the lube into his hand before stroking his cock with it.

He teased Shinigami with it, pressing the blunt tip against his hole before rubbing it all around his rim and then letting it slide past. The frustrated whine he got made his pulse quicken and he chanced teasing the man again, pushing just hard enough to make his rim stretch open before letting it slip past again. The handcuffs clanked as Shiniko pulled at them, raising his head to snarl, “I swear on all that is unholy, I’ll gut you right now—” his words turned into a libidinous moan as Heero breached his rim, hesitantly pushing until the head of his cock slid in.

“Relax,” Heero said, holding steady so they both could adjust, “you’re too tight.”

“That’s the damn point,” he gasped, locking his ankles behind Heero’s back and pulling him in fast. “Fuck!”

Heero momentarily stopped breathing as his balls came to rest against Shiniko’s ass, fully sheathed inside him, and he fought not to come right then and there. Every muscle in his body was alive and ready to do as Shinigami had commanded him—fuck him hard, fast, and deep. Hands gripped the thin sheets of the bed on either side of his captive as he remained locked against the man, “You’re too tight!” he wheezed, a rumbling moan creeping up as his cock was massaged by Shiniko’s convulsions.

“It’s you and yer big cock that’s the problem,” Shinigami retorted with a pained groan, but that devilish smile was back and Heero knew despite all his complaining and threats, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “Feel how it’s stretchin’ me out?” he moaned seductively, “How deep you are? You can’t walk around wi’ that thing and not use it properly.”

“And are you going to teach me how to use it properly, Master Shinigami?”

Amusement flickered across his face, “I like you callin’ me Master, Blue Eyes.”

“Call me Heero.” As endearing as the nickname was, it was nothing compared to the intoxication he felt whenever he heard his name in that rasping voice.

“Heero,” Shinigami crooned, undulating his hips slowly as he adjusted to Heero’s girth.

He gasped, eyelids fluttering as the man began impaling himself on his cock, using the ankle lock as leverage to gyrate and fuck himself. It was an erotic sight, mesmerizing as Heero watched his cock appear and disappear, Shiniko’s walls gripping him every time the man pulled away only to swallow him up seconds later.

“You might be bigger than my dildo, Heero,” the aveleor lilt going straight to his groin, “but if yer just gonna—ahn!” He threw back his head and moaned as he quickened his movements. “If you’re jus’ gonna sit there like a statue, I-I might as well go home and use that. At least it vibrates.”

It was childish goading, but goading all the same, and Heero snapped out of his stupor, hands sidling up until he was gripping Shiniko’s hips. He had promised himself he’d ingrain his very being into the other man, make sure that not even the Shinigami could forget him, so he damn well wasn’t going to lose to a vibrator.

“Yes,” Shinigami howled as Heero began to move, setting a pace he couldn’t, chained as he was. “That’s it, baby,” panting, he held on tighter, digging his booted foot into the small of Heero’s back, “fuck, keep goin’, right there.”

He angled his hips, his cock pushing against that spot he’d found earlier, “Right here?”

“Shit, yes,” he moaned, sweat prickling across his body, “harder, ‘Ro.”

Sounds of their flesh meeting filled the room, punctuated with rising moans and pants, as the bed squeaked loudly with every thrust. Heero was melting into him, that tight heat begging him to stay and become one with him. It was unlike any other experience he’d ever had, listening as Shiniko’s cries grew louder and more urgent, his untouched dick dripping with precum. Every time Heero hit that spot, it made more leak out, splattering across his chest with the force of his thrusts, and it wasn’t long until he was fucking him so hard, his head was hitting the headboard.

“So good, fuckin’ good,” Shinigami whined, grabbing onto the headboard and shoving back down so his head wouldn’t hit it anymore. He sucked his lip between his teeth, stifling his moans as he stared back at Heero with salacity, “God, you’re hot, fuckin’ me with only yer dick out.” He began timing his undulations to meet Heero’s thrusts, rising up to meet him before following that dick so it wouldn’t stray too far.

Heero knew his zipper had to be cutting into Shiniko’s skin, but he could neither care nor stop himself as he ravaged his captive’s body. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted to be deeper than anyone else had ever been; he wanted to leave that indelible mark on him. With a strength few knew he possessed, he untangled himself from Shinigami’s legs and twisted the man until he was turned on his side. “I know this isn’t enough for you,” he said, straddling one leg while holding the other bare leg against his chest, practically spreading Shiniko spread-eagle.

“What?” Confusion evident as Shinigami tried to twist around to see what Heero was planning.

He pushed back in, hard and fast, and moaned in pleasure as Shiniko tightened around him, his cock as deep as possible inside his prisoner. “Can you feel that?” he asked, pulling out until just the tip was inside him and then snapping forward against with such ferocity that even the great Shinigami was at a loss for words. “Can you feel my dick in you?” He set a brutal rhythm, fast and hard and deep, just as he was asked to, but from the way Shiniko’s mouth hung open while no sounds came out, he had a feeling the man could feel everything.

This position was so much better, it gave him the room and freedom to move as he pleased, pushing them both toward orgasm. He dug his nails into Shiniko’s leg, losing himself in the carnal urges he’d long harbored and dreamed of. It was everything and more the way Shiniko’s insides clamped around him, and every drag of skin against his dick as he rocked back was pure bliss. He knew his climax was building, his balls drawing up once more as his abs grew taut.

“Gonna come,” Heero said, reaching to grab the other man’s erection so they could come together.

“F-fuck, me too,” Shinigami moaningly stuttered out, his whole body spasming with needed release. “Choke me, wanna be choked.”

“No.”

“Fuckin’ do it, quick!” he yelled even as his eyes rolled up.

He hesitated for a brief moment before wrapping his hand around Shiniko’s throat and squeezing. Within seconds, his captive was choking, but the look of absolute rapture on his face kept Heero’s hand there. “Shit,” he groaned as Shinigami tightened deliciously around him. He was teetering on the precipice and chased after it, fucking harder and faster than before, knowing it would leave bruises on both of them in the morning. With every passing second without air, Shiniko became tighter until Heero couldn’t stop his orgasm from coming, and he thrust hard once more before coming with a loud moan.

Heero felt cum hit his arm, Shiniko coming hard and untouched again. His body convulsed, tightening even more and making Heero come again, rutting against Shinigami as he was milked of every last drop of cum he had. His hand slipped from Shiniko’s throat, and the man immediately gasped for air as he looked at Heero with a satiated look tinged with insanity.

Neither spoke for a few minutes as they basked in orgasmic afterglow, but as they came down from the high, dirty and sweaty, Heero finally pulled out. Shinigami let out a disappointed sound at the sudden loss of fullness, but ignored it as he took the condom off and threw it in the waste basket. He probably could’ve thrown it directly onto the ground, considering the kind of motel they were in, but no matter how he might act during sex, he wasn’t uncouth enough to leave a used condom on the floor.

“That was—” Shinigami coughed, throat scratchy and sore from being choked, and smiled at Heero. “Get me some water?”

He nodded, not trusting his own voice just yet, and slid from the bed. Sink water from the bathroom was going to have to suffice, he wasn’t going to leave him unattended for even a few minutes to go down to the vending machine. His thoughts raced as he tried to figure out what he should do now, he had done everything he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to let Shiniko go either. Nor was he even sure he was safe if he released the man. Having a skilled assassin as an enemy didn’t sound like a good way to stay alive.

Cup in hand, Heero came back and stopped short. His prisoner was no longer imprisoned as Shinigami sat up in bed, hair tousled and falling out of his braid, and spinning the handcuffs around on his pointer finger. “Surprise!” he laughed hoarsely before reaching for the cup of water.

Heero hesitantly handed it to him before settling on the edge of the bed. It didn’t seem like he was about to die, at least not yet anyway. “If you could get out of them this whole time, why didn’t you?”

“It was more fun this way,” Shinigami answered, shooting Heero a mischievous grin before he finished the water.

One minute, Heero was sitting up in bed, and the next he found himself on his back with Shinigami straddling his waist. Wisps of hair fell around his face and Heero was certain that he’d never seen anyone look so ethereal before—sweat, cum, and all. If this was how he was going to die, at least the last few hours had been worthwhile.

“Now then,” Shiniko crooned, running his hands down Heero’s chest, “let me show you how much fun we can have when I’m not tied up.”

Heero woke with a start, the prior night flooding back as his last memories were of Shiniko riding him hard before they both came and collapsed onto the bed again. At some point, he’d fallen asleep, and as he groped around the bed, he knew Shinigami was long gone. The bed was cold—and still damp in places—and Heero sighed as disappointment crept in.

He wouldn’t see the elusive man again, not unless Shinigami came to him, and he wasn’t so sure that would happen. Sitting up, he slid from the bed and looked down at his cum-stained clothing. He hadn’t brought anything to change into when he came to the motel, he hadn’t thought he’d be fully dressed the whole time they fucked.

He rubbed his face and looked around the room, his eyes catching a card tucked under the cup Shiniko drank out of. Deftly picking it up, he stared at the scythe on one side before flipping it over, a smile gracing his lips as he stared at the scrawled writing and phone number.

Call me, Blue Eyes.

—Duo