Warning:
Lime and mild violence.
Part Three:
Diabolical Decisions:
“…no one knows exactly why the fights began at Port
The electronic screen went
blank with an emphatic click from the remote control. In the large, spacious
and quite lavish room, the burly man sat behind the desk like a statue carved
out of bronze. His dark eyes were hidden behind matching sunglasses – which was
understandable considering how extremely well-lit the room was. Large hands
covered in silk white kid-gloves came together to form a tent before his face.
He was in his late forties and yet his mustache and beard were as white as snow
– quite a sharp contrast to his raven shoulder-length locks. Standing behind
him with backs to a landscape window, were two huge men dressed in black robes
from head to toe. Their shaved heads shone like domes beneath a brilliant sun
as they stared unseeingly at the quivering man kneeling before them.
Besides the large desk, which
was made out of solid oak that had been imported (and made to his specifications)
from Champagne Ardennes, there was the stupendous presence of an exact replica
of the fireplace which could be found in the Palace of Versailles in France. It
was a huge thing that seemed to take up an entire section of the salon. Carved in
sarrocanolin marble, it was clearly the Boss’s favorite piece of architecture
and many a day had been spent showing it off to important guests and clients.
However, the Boss was not
very happy at the moment. A plan had been foiled and now he had only this
quivering mass of an excuse for a human at his feet groveling for forgiveness.
He sighed and rubbed a gloved finger across his forehead in exasperation. This
would teach him to rely on Inners for help.
“This was a rather important
job, Sykes,” he began coolly. His voice boomed around the room like a rumbling
echo, even though he wasn’t even speaking at his loudest. But the danger and
ice beneath that tone was not lost on Sykes, who prostrated even lower in
deepest apology.
“I know, sir. I know it well,
sir,” he whimpered. His voice was muffled as his face was almost plastered
against the plush red carpet.
However, a resounding slam
upon the desk had everyone in the room; yes even the once still figures of his
bodyguards, starting in surprise. A thunderous scowl was upon the Boss’s face
and he was literally trembling in his fury.
“You know! You know?! You
know that you’ve made me lose over ten million dollars in the space of an
hour?! They told me that you were the best at what you do and I fucking
believed them! And now you come sniveling to me with only one truck that
doesn’t even contain the right things!!”
For emphasis, he reached into
the silver trolley that had been wheeled in earlier and pulled out a handful of
imitation pearl necklaces and silver lame cloth.
“This!! Is this my crate of
opium?! Is this my crate of angel dust, you lousy fuck?!!”
Sykes was beginning to wish
that he could sink even lower into the carpet. He had to save his hide and
there was no other way to do this than to…
“It’s his fault, sir!” he
suddenly yelled in desperation as he lifted his tearful gaze to the angry man.
“It’s all his fault! I hadn’t given the signal yet and he went charging and got
all the guards to notice us! He’s always screwing whatever missions I get him
involved in, sir! But they told me that I could rely on him…”
“Shut the fuck up! Trying to
put the blame on someone else now, are you?! You miserable piece of….SHIT!!”
No one had seen him move. For
a man this big, the Boss was incredibly light on his feet and in mere seconds,
he had planted a heavy black boot upon Sykes’s head, while shoving a .22 rifle
into his nose. Sykes’s eyes widened in fear, his mouth a silent O, even as it
began to fill with blood from the pressure inflicted upon his skull. His
nostrils felt as if they were going to be torn apart and he stared through
shimmering depths at the snarling man above him.
“Pl…please…” he gurgled
helplessly, knowing that death was only seconds away. “His…his…name is
Tsume…lives in the…corner of…
The single gunshot exploded
with a shower of blood and pieces of flesh soon after. It sprayed upon the
Boss’s expensive suit, face and sunglasses. Even his shiny new boots were
messed up with the remnants of Sykes. And let’s not even talk about his carpet
and the furnishings. Snorting lightly to himself, he pulled out a white
handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face gently, watching idly as his
bodyguards moved in quickly to dispose of the body…or what remained of it.
“Get me, Blue!” he barked
coldly as he marched towards the window. He crossed his hands behind his back
and stared out into the city’s nightline. He would have to get rid of all
evidence that related directly to his involvement with the illegal shipments
tonight. He couldn’t have his name and reputation ruined because of a few
useless Inners. He growled and took off his glasses, wincing as he removed the
black contact lenses from his eyes. It was becoming a pain to keep wearing
them.
The sudden smell of sweet
jasmine infiltrated his senses and he gave a feral grin in response as he
noticed the reflection of the stunning female standing behind him. His eyes now
golden, flashed with excitement as he licked his lips and bared his fangs.
“I’ve got a new job for you, Blue,”
he said thickly. “You will be visiting a little place between
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“Ask me anything, Tsume and I’ll do my best to satisfy
your curiosity…”
Tsume closed his eyes at the
invitation – so simple yet so damn…
…teasing…
…wrong…
…sinful…
He shook his head rapidly,
angry at himself for losing his self-control so quickly. For all he knew, Kiba
could be a male prostitute - although that excuse did seem a bit far-fetched.
Gigolos didn’t usually hang around during the daytime trying to chew people up
for lunch. However, it wasn’t uncommon to see young men, desperate for food and
shelter, whore themselves like cheap sluts to anyone willing to pay for their
services. A quick blow job or a good hard fuck was all they needed to get them
through. Tsume had been accosted by such people before, so it wasn’t that
strange. He was sure, however, that if Kiba was really one of them, many would
pay thousands to be with a man as beautiful as he was. Kiba could easily make
over five hundred dollars a night with a face and body like that.
Well, you have him here with you, so why don’t you
make a move? A voice teased within
his head, causing him to growl softly.
Bad idea,
another warned. You never know what he
might do…
Yeah, but…it wouldn’t hurt to just find out if he
really is one or not…
“Tsume?” Kiba called out
softly. Tsume all but jumped out of his skin as he felt Kiba’s hands upon his
shoulder. He hadn’t even heard Kiba move and needless to say his reaction was
swift and almost ruthless. He seized Kiba’s wrist in a death grip and all but
slammed him against a wall. However, Kiba’s soft cry of surprise was swallowed
by Tsume’s tongue thrusting deep and hungrily into his mouth. Kiba’s eyes
widened in shock at the sensation of the hot length and he arched in response
to Tsume’s thigh pushing his apart to press him even tighter against the wall.
Instincts rose deep within
him.
To fight back.
To rip. Tear. Bite. Crush and
destroy his opponent.
To taste. To feel. Melt…melting…into
a hot puddle of molten heat.
Tsume ground his hips roughly
and Kiba’s lashes fluttered closed as his once limp hand soon found Tsume’s
shoulder to hold onto tightly. Tsume’s hands slid up Kiba’s waist and beneath
the shirt to feel hard but smooth skin – precious, precious skin. Someone groaned as both tongues finally met in a
wanton dance of lust. Heartbeats pounded fiercely. Minds becoming hazy images
of want, desire and…
“Fuck…fuck…Jesus fucking
Christ,” Tsume muttered thickly as he pulled away so fast that he almost lost
his footing. He didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t help it. Kiba was still
against the wall. His shirt almost bunched up to his chest, revealing a
well-toned torso. There was the teasing peek of a dusky nipple and Tsume
shivered as he staggered away trying desperately to even his harsh breathing.
Kiba’s lips were moist and swollen; a small trail of saliva fell to his jaw
like a sinful reminder of his succulent taste. The younger man’s face was
flushed, his eyes a glazed hue of longing. His thighs were still parted rather
seductively and Tsume would have been a fool not to have noticed the bulging
tent within Kiba’s shorts. It didn’t help that his own pants were now so tight,
he could barely walk. Unfortunately, Tsume knew he would have to control it…now
or never.
He was disappointed and
wasn’t sure why. He should have been happy that Kiba had responded but yet…
It means he is one of them, he thought with a groan as he reached for a new
t-shirt to slip over his head hurriedly. He’s
just a fucking whore…but yet…
He stole another look at
Kiba, noticing that the other man had now turned his face away as if in shame. For
some insane reason, Tsume suddenly felt the need to apologize. He had been the
one at fault, if one really wanted to look at it. He had taken Kiba by surprise
and he was extremely lucky he hadn’t been hit or something by now.
He couldn’t stay here a
moment longer.
“Will you be gone all night?”
Kiba asked flatly, his voice a muffled sound behind the hair that hid his face
from view.
Tsume turned away and placed
a hand upon the doorknob. “I don’t know. Don’t bother waiting up.”
And without another word, he
stepped out of the apartment and closed the door behind him with a resounding
slam.
Kiba waited for a few minutes
until he was sure that Tsume was out of the building before sliding down the
wall and to the floor in exhaustion. His legs had been trembling through it all
and it was a miracle he had been able to stand for that long without giving
away his inner weakness and distress. He wrapped his arms around his raised
knees and buried his face within them with a small whimper of agony.
When would he ever learn?
He had a feeling he had been
hurt like this before, but when? And by whom? How he wished he could remember
most of his past. Maybe then, he would finally learn how to be more in control
of his turbulent emotions especially when it came to dealing with a man like
Tsume.
His lips and body still
burned from the older man’s touch and as he curled into a ball in the corner of
the room, Kiba realized with a faint pang that he wanted – oh, so badly - to
feel and taste Tsume…all over again.
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Morning in the city was a far
cry for the muffled activities of the night. By seven, most of its inhabitants
were up and about, ready to begin a day of commerce and capitalism. Men and
women of all ages, sizes and skin tone paraded the streets, with cell phones
stuck to their ears and lips moving at a mile a minute. They had deadlines to
catch, meetings and conferences to attend, power breakfasts and lunches to be
had, asses to be kissed and in some cases, sexual favors to be granted. Yes,
this was the
The sight of yellow school
buses on its last wheels rolled into the narrow streets to pick up the few kids
who dared to show their faces. This was a rare occurrence indeed as most
inhabitants in the Slums hardly cared for education. It was a necessary evil
and many tried to steer away from it.
The streets themselves were
shadows of their former selves. Littered with debris from parties held the
night before, only a few government workers and an old man or woman could be
seen sweeping up the mess as best as they could. The derelicts could be found
sleeping on some doorsteps and the owners of the homes did not have the
willpower to chase them off for they too were shut within the welcome confines
of their havens.
Dieter Schuwald, a balding
and portly fifty-year old, yawned wearily as he stepped out of the backroom and
into the main floor of his bar. He grumbled as he noticed the few men still
left in there. At least they were all asleep, he thought with another yawn as
he scratched his stomach gently and reached for his prodding stick. It was a
steel pole that he used to wake up the late night stragglers who were either
too drunk to leave his bar or had no home to go to. The familiar faces he could
make out, as he walked carefully over a few sprawled bodies on the floor, and
it would be easy to kick their asses out of here.
“Hmm?” He blinked and rubbed
his eyes carefully, not sure if he was seeing things or not. “Tsume?” He called
out in surprise as he saw that it was indeed the young man who was seen as a
figure of respect around these parts. Tsume had visited his bar lots of times
in the past, but to see him in this state…it was a bit strange to say the
least.
He was just about to prod the
sleeping man, who was cradling an empty bottle of Jack Daniels against his
chest, with the pole, when the cool but clear voice stopped him.
“Leave the wolf alone.”
Dieter started and spun
around quickly. He hadn’t even heard the man come in! For standing in his
doorway was the tall and rather stately figure of his visitor. The man had long
black hair that fell over his shoulders and down his back. There was a black
patch over an eye and the exposed was a steady blue that bore down on the
bartender. He was dressed in a smart gray business suit and had both hands sunk
deep into the pockets of his pants.
Wolf? Had this guy just said
that Tsume was a… wolf?
Dieter might have been
shorter and rather on the heavy side, but he was definitely not going to let
this city guy talk down to him like this! And besides, Tsume was one of them –
an Inner. He wasn’t going to let the Outers come by to take him away. With a
growl, he planted himself between the approaching man and Tsume while brandishing
his pole like a weapon.
“Whoever the fuck you are,
you get ready to leave my bar right now! I ain’t taking no….argh!!”
He barely knew what hit him
as he found himself crashing against the counter with a force that sent several
bottles tumbling off the shelves behind him. The pain was blinding and he had
only a moment to see his visitor walk over another body to reach for Tsume.
Dieter tried to reach for something to at least throw at the looming figure,
but he couldn’t feel his arms anymore. He then tried to open his mouth to
scream out in warning but something red, hot and thick flooded his vision and
with a gurgling sound of despair, he slowly sunk into merciful darkness.
Tsume’s lashes stirred for a
moment. His brows knit in a light frown and he shifted a little on the chair.
He could hear noises…a commotion of some sort and then…the scent.
Someone…like me…
Kiba? Was Kiba here?!
Kiba, who had tasted like
sweet cinnamon and hot spice. Kiba, who had made his insides churn with heat
and a passion that he had never thought he could experience.
“Ki…Kiba…” he muttered
thickly as he opened up his eyes slowly. For a moment, nothing seemed to make
sense to him, but as his vision became clearer he found himself staring into
something endlessly blue and rather hypnotic.
“You’re finally awake, my dear
beast,” the man greeted with a smile that didn’t quite reach his visible eye.
No, Tsume
thought quickly as he tried to sit up. Fuck! If only he hadn’t drunk so much
the night before, his head wouldn’t be aching like hell right now. He could see
clearly now and what he saw, he didn’t like. He tried to get to his feet, but
the man was much quicker and was already pointing two very sharp and long
fingernails at Tsume’s jugular.
“One move, my precious beast
and I won’t hesitate to make you bleed to death,” he whispered thickly into
Tsume’s ear, causing the silver-haired man to shiver in response. “You will
take me to the other one who is with you for my mistress requires his
presence.”
“Your…your mistress?” Tsume
asked with a light frown, wondering if he could break this guy’s neck, if he
could will his nerves to work for him. He should have known alcohol and its
after effects were not a good thing to experience first thing in the morning.
“Who…is…?”
“Oy! Dieter! You awake,
man?!”
Both men turned towards the
new voice as they watched the silhouette of a man standing outside the front
door. Tsume thought of screaming to create a decoy, but the man’s hand had
already slapped a hand over his mouth, forcing Tsume to glare in fury at the
power this strange guy had over him.
“Oy! Dieter!” Another figure
joined and now there were two men. Obviously, the stranger did not like the
sudden turn of events and with a fierce tug on Tsume’s arm, he motioned for
them to leave through the back door.
“Don’t try anything funny
either, wolf or I’ll kill you, understand?”
Wolf? Who was this guy
calling a wolf?! And what did he…they
want with Kiba? As they stepped into the back alley, Tsume’s eyes widened as he
noticed the waiting black sedan parked serenely beside a pile of garbage. It
was so out of place in this dingy hellhole, it was almost ridiculous.
“Please step inside,” the man
invited with a small bow, almost mocking in his smooth movement. “My mistress
waits.”
Tsume snarled and got a strange
whiff of strong wild orchids, while eyeing the tease of blond wavy hair before
stepping into the car. He told himself he was only doing this to find out about
these people and what they could want with Kiba.
Wolf.
“Welcome,” the woman behind
the mask greeted serenely. “My precious, beautiful beast…”
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Kiba opened up his eyes
wearily, blinking slowly as a combination of sunlight streaking in through the
windows and a dull pounding on the door had him wincing in response. He sat up
carefully and winced again as his lower back protested the movement. He
scratched his head gently, ruffling his already tousled locks as he stared at
the door dumbly for a moment.
Someone was here. Someone to
see Tsume perhaps. What was he to do?
The incessant pounding
continued and he finally rose to his feet with a soft sigh and a yawn.
“Coming, coming,” he muttered
quickly, almost stumbling over his sneakers as he tried to walk as fast as he
could to open it.
“Can I hel…,” he began as he
lifted his gaze to stare into smiling blue and quite beautiful eyes. His breath
caught and the words he had planned to say remained lodged somewhere in his
throat.
“Tsume, I presume?” the woman
said in a smooth, low voice that dripped with pure sex. She was dressed in a
short black coat dress with a red scarf around her neck. Long, knee high boots,
over shapely legs and thighs, finished the conservative ensemble and tousled
dark blue hair upon her head gave her a boyish but playful air.
Kiba was just about to open
up his mouth to say that he wasn’t Tsume, when her scent hit him like a ton of
bricks. His eyes widened and he felt his neck prickle with awareness. A low
growl escaped his throat, eyes narrowing with wariness as he bared his teeth,
which in turn caused Blue to smile in response.
“What a beautiful creature
you are,” she crooned in delight as she raised a gloved hand to caress his
cheek gently. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with me now, Tsume.”
Before Kiba could lunge to
attack, he felt something sharp pierce through his neck. The effect of the drug
was immediate and he could feel his senses dull into nothing as he slumped into
her waiting arms like a rag doll.
“You will make a fine meal
for my master,” she said with a wide grin as she allowed the two bodyguards to
take him away. She closed the door to Tsume’s apartment carefully behind her
and followed with a soft hum on her lips.
This was one of her easier
assignments yet.