<HTML><PRE><FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE=3>Me again! my great friend Keem717 said i should post stories here for comments! so whoohoo i am! and C&C are appreciated! Em my ass at Hatefulove@aol.com.This is a yaoi fic, *not that much* so no flames, youve been warned, and the Ailsades here has nothing to do with the other one.. i just wasnt being creative with names! ^^;;;
this was my first attempt at a fic!
The assassin brushed back his hair seductively to gaze at his opponent. "My, my, my, what a beauty." he thought with a smile, running his tongue obscenely over his full lips. The younger man facing him in the sand was the epitome of masculine beauty, his shabby threadbare clothing barely covering him. Ailsades was fascinated unable to tear his eyes from the exposed flesh. With cropped black hair and fiery eyes, his hunter gave him stare for stare, only his being hostile. Ailsades smiled, bemused, thinking, 'The hunter is about to become the hunted.' and tossed the other man a brazen wink.
Rivers was uneasy, this mans apprasive stare left him quivering. He glared at Ailsades. This was the man credited to so many murders, his deeds legendary. However, Rivers had expected something more imposing, hell, More masculine! Tall and slender, black attire clinging to his form, movements graceful, silver hair flowing in the wind and those jaded amber eyes that captured his, staring at him with clear interest. In appearances, the assassin was something that belonged in fairytales, not the bringer of nightmares. Rivers was definitely getting a bad feeling about this.
Ailsades called in a melodious voice, "So handsome, what are you here for?" as he advanced closer to Rivers, hips playfully sashaying to and fro. Rivers staring into the mans eyes, become lost in their possessive depth only shivered.
He shook himself, Rivers was envious of the mans composure wishing he had the same, he managed to growl out, "To take you on."
Ailsades simply laughed and threw his arms wide, "If theres anyone doing the taking my dear, it will be me." To himself he added, 'and only in the most pleasurable ways.' In a second his expression changed from one of playfulness to a blank mask revealing nothing as he drew himself into a fighting stance.
Fighting, now this was something that Rivers knew, with a fast movement he drew his sword. "Come on you bastard."
Ailsades face remained calm and composed as he waited for the young man to come to him, his opponent came at him sword leading. 'We don't want to damage him.' he mused thoughtfully. 'Then he may not be any fun to play with.'
The assassin simply dodged the downward swing of the sword, spinning to kick the other mans legs out from under him. Rivers landed with a grunt rolling and getting on his feet quickly and grimaced "Shit he's fast."
This continued for awhile, Rivers attacking and Ailsades dodging or throwing Rivers over his back but never attacking or harming him. Finally Ailsades was bored with this, for all his looks this man was a child compared to the assassins training and experience, both of them knew it.
He jumped in the air with ease, and gathering momentum, kicked hard, the sword flying out of Rivers hands flew as the man clutched his bruised wrist. Then, before the mercenary even knew what was happening, Ailsades had grabbed his hands and threw the much bigger man over his shoulder, following the throw to land on top of him and pin his hands and body under him. Ailsades smiled down at Rivers, the mans thrashing would have been very erotic under different conditions.
He grinned down at the man, "So handsome, how about we make a deal."
Rivers only grimaced, "Fuck you."
The assassin eyes grew big. He was clearly delighted, pursed his lips, "How did you guess!! That is all part of the deal!" tinkling laughter filled the alley as Alisades watched Rivers eyes grow impossibly wide.
Where the assassins touch had previously been rough, it now became softer, more, seductive, he traced the larger mans lips. "So, beautiful." he whispered. Rivers became transfixed under this mans gaze, his eyes closing, his movements stilling as he watched Ailsades lean down, his eyes closing and lips parting. "What in the hell am I doing?" Rivers thought frantically and bucked in a frantic attempt to get the man to stop his advances, to get away from the sensual thoughts that had formed in his mind.
Ailsades pouted, and clonked the bigger man over the head, knocking him out. He looked down at the Rivers. In an instant his expression cleared into delight, "Won't big man here be in for a treat when he wakes up." With a wicked smile, Ailsades brought out strips of leather from his pack as he kneeled next to Rivers and set to work.
*drip drip drip*, Ailsades looked at the water clock in irritation. After carrying Rivers back to his quarters, preforming the finishing touches on the man and then making himself look, "presentable", the man was still out cold. Bonds made out of gaily colored ribbons adorned Rivers arms and legs making them spread akimbo. Bells danced along them making the muscular man in them look faintly amusing. Ailsades had toyed with the idea of putting a ribbon on a more, *intimate* place, but decided against it tempting as it was.
Looking at Rivers scantily clothed body, even with his composure, the man had all he could stand. Glancing at a mirror once more, he struck a lewd pose then slid next to Rivers. Starting at the mans inner thighs, he caressed the mans body he moved up, as he reached his crotch he was rewarded with a heavy gasp, Ailsades trailed kissed in the exposed pieces of flesh, sucking the sweet skin and grinning all the way as he felt the unconcious response in River body. Moving upwards he threaded his fingers in the mans black hair and passionately kissed the pouty lips.
Rivers jerked upright, well he would have if he wasnt heavily tied down. "what tha..." he saw Ailsades smiling face. 'Oh Gods no, this can't be happening. not again.' he closed his eyes. He heard Ailsades hurmph, and the weight on his chest was lifted. He opened his eyes and could only stare. He was in the middle of a room filled with decadence to the teeth, but it was a masculine room nevertheless. In the back of his mind he vaugly remembered his "owner". Some fag with a very vulgar idea of elegance, he shudered remembering the things that man had done to him. He pushed the memories into the back of his mind.
He continued looking and saw his captor in a clinging black robe, only covering the very top of his thighs, his silver hair caressing his flesh and that, that, clingling robe.. Rivers growled, now concentrating on the bonds.. He jingled, why? He turned to look at his wrists. Tiny silver bells jangled back merrily, mocking him.
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