A Kiss Goodnight

The trip up to the room he apparently checked out for this very occasion is uneventful. Even in the elevator he makes no further advances on me. The brief respite has allowed the sharp pain of arousal to fade to a mild ache, instead.

However when the elevator door opens with a ding I catch his gaze and, once again, I'm as hard as a rock. Spade must notice me shift or something cus his eyes slide down to my crotch and a smirk curves his lips. I feel my cheeks burn and scowl at him.

"Let's go, then." That said, he leaves the elevator with a wink, heading down the hallway.

Growling I follow, but at a safe distance. To say that Spade makes me uneasy is a slight understatement. In fact, he borderline intimidates me, the bastard. He certainly knows how to keep me on my toes and manipulate me in ways he shouldn't be able to.

"Here." he stops and slides a keycard into one of the apparently electronically locked doors.

"Right..." I step inside with little urging, blinking at the room I just entered.

It's a suite, one of those fancy ones done up in varying shades of crimson and cream. The couch looks damn comfy so I simply make myself at home and plop down into it, giving a soft groan as I sink into the plush cushions and shut my eyes in complete bliss. I hear the door click shut and a soft chuckle before a weight settles next to me, but I don't bother to open my eyes.

The feel of a warm palm cupping my cheek, however, causes me to crack open my eyes and turn my head a little. Up close Spade really is gorgeous. Every piece of blood red and black leather accents the curve of lean, defined muscle. He's dark and exotic, a man that I most certainly could've fallen for if things with Collin hadn't worked out. Vaguely I wonder what it would have been like had things been different. Just as quickly I dismiss it.

"Ace the dancer and Ace the killer... They're two totally different men, aren't they?" He murmurs, his lips pressing almost tenderly against my temple.

"What the hell're you talking about?" I mutter in response, my eyes mere slits as presses against me.

"Open up to me." he moves forward even further, making me turn and scoot back slightly to keep some distance between us.

"...No." My back hits the arm of the couch, allowing him to slide between my legs with a creak of leather and rustle of cloth.

"Let me in..." He's pressed so close to me that are lips are mere inches apart.

"No..." Our lips mesh in a seering battle of passion and lust, our tongues tangling ferociously in a fight for dominance.

I shift beneath him so I can slide a leg between his thighs, my knee rubbing lightly against his groin. Spade groans into the kiss, pausing for an instant before sliding his hand up under my shirt to toy with one of the single, silver hoops that dangle from my nipples. I break the liplock with a noise that's half whimper and half empassioned moan.

"Gods..." he leans his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. "I'd be careful..."

I give a low chuckle, the sound rough and guttural from desire. "Yeah... Better watch your step, prettyboy... You might get burned."

His eyes flash in response and, for an instant, I see myself in those dark depth. I pause, blinking at him in something akin to shock. One of those dark lifts in silent question at how tense I've become.

"You've got blood on your hands, don't you?" I ask, my leg riding up the crack of his ass and pressing him down against me.

He hisses, eyes slipping shut for an instant before cracking open once again. "Not now."

I give him a dirty look and nudge his balls with my knee in warning. He gives a nervous chuckle, attempting to shift away only to be blocked as my arms wrap around his neck to keep him in place. I scowl before snorting and grinding up against him demandingly.

"You're just like me." The thought that this man could physically subdue me sends a shock of excitement and arousal through me. "That's why you want me."

There's that flash again, but his mouth crushes against mine before I have time to think about it. Callosed hands traverse my chest, his fingers pinching and caressing my sensitive nipple to wring embarassingly revealing noises from me. Spade grinds down against my leg and groans, breaking the kiss to pant against my neck.

"Bedroom... Now." he gasps, running his tongue over my ear with the occasional nip.

"After you..." I murmur, my eyes hooded and dark with lust as I arch against him.

He grunts, giving me a dissaproving look. "I can't move with you doing that."

Smirking I rub up against him again, causing him to growl and glare at me. "Can't take it, prettyboy?"

Giving me a mild glare, be pulls away and straightens his clothes, the look he gives me cool and clam, yet with a hint of something else as he enters what I can asume is the bedroom. Quirking a brow I climb off the couch and follow him, pausing in the doorway to stare hungrily as he smooth, naked back. His hands are working at unfastening his pants so I decide to press myself against his back and push his hands out of the way so I can do it instead.

"Let me..." I murmur, taking his earlobe between my teeth as I slowly unzip his pants, my fingers trailing over the freshly bared skin as I slowly, teasingly, pull the cloth pants down.

His breathes are quick and a little shallow already and it's then that I realize that this isn't a game of cat and mouse anymore. We're like two alpha males, circling each other in preperation to strike, or duelists, striking and parrying in attempt to catch the other off guard. It's a game, just like everything in Basin City. Despite that fact, it isn't a lie. The hard length of my cock pressing into the devide between his asscheeks is proof enough of that.

I get his pants about half way down his thighs before Spade gets impatient and moves away to practically tear them off and throw them aside. Smirking, I remove my jacket and drop it to the floor, soon adding my mesh shirt to the pile. I stretch with a sensual roll, which starts at my hips and travels up my back, just as he turns to look at me. I hear him groan and immediately begin to undo my pants. Before I'm even able to unzip them, his mouth is on mine, hard and hot, and his hands are drawing down my fly and pulling the tight leather down my thighs.

Once they're far enough down I push Spade back towards the large, crimson bed and kick my pants off shamelessly. He practically devours me with his eyes, tracing every tribal line on my torso and arms, before I push him back to lay on the bed. My mouth latches onto his neck and my hands roam over every curve and dip of his upper body. Spade groans, dragging his fingertips down my sides to settle on my hips as he grinds up against me. Making a noise in the back of my throat I move lower, my mouth encircling a carmel nipple and laving it as I would my favorite type of candy.

"Ace..." he moans, tipping his head back and lacing his fingers through my hair.

Once again he arches his hips leaving a trail of sticky moisture on my belly. I chuckle, nipping at the hardened nub in my mouth and wringing a rather revealing gasp from the man beneath me. I leave a wet trail across his chest as I move on to the second nipple, swirling my tongue around it and causing his grip on my head to tighten. Briefly I wonder when, exactly, his last good lay was. the man acts as if he hasn't taken a skilled or even good lover in years.

Frowning I shift, tugginh my head away from his hands and slide down until my mouth hovers over the purple and swollen crown of his erection. I hear his hissed in breath and arch a brow up at him, now rather curious as to when the last time he had someone for longer than a quick fuck or blowjob was. Mentally I shake my head before I part my lips and take the flared tip into my mouth. At his muffled cry I pin his hips, deciding that it's no longer about who's the more dominant or powerful one. Spade's way out of his league here.

To drive that point home I take his entire length into my mouth and down my throat, wishing I had something to grind against because the noises he's making are driving me fucking batshit. I use the years of skills I've built up to bring him to the peak quickly, knowing he'll prolly thank me later. I mentally smirk at the thought. Collin teased me for nearly six hours throughout the day. Finally I get a chance to let out all that built up sexual frustration.

My thoughts are suddenly disrupted cus he's swelling in my mouth and shooting down my throat. I gulp the bitter fluid down eagerly before pulling back and licking my lips. His eyes are closed and he's panting as he attempts to recover.

A devious thought enters my mind, and I slide up his hot and sweating body to take his tips in a heated kiss. I press some of the sticky remnants of his climax into his mouth and hear him groan. Rough fingers slide over my scalp and tangle in my hair, the liplock shifting into a more languid pace.

I pull back a bit, grinning smugly down at him with eyes hooded by lingering desire. He's still a bit breathless but he's hard again, throbbing against my thigh. Spade's eyes hold a sort of relaxed heat, there but without urgency. Good.

"Better?" My mouth slides over his neck, enjoying the taste of his skin.

"Pride of Old Town indeed..." His tone is vaguely amused and, surprisingly, without even a note of exhaustion.

"Does that mean I get to roll you over and nail you? I'm a little impatient." I respond, eager to draw out that heat from before.

"Brat..." he growls, eyes flashing but otherwise he doesn't take any action.

Snorting almost indignantly I roll off the bed and start gathering my scattered clothing. I hear him move and feel the weight of his stare on my naked back. I wipe the dried precum off my stomach before beginning to tug on my pants.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he sounds angry. Good.

"I'm leaving." I retort, not turning as I slip on my mesh shirt.

He move quickly, pinning me roughly against one of the walls. "Like hell you are."

I buck once, hard before stilling and slumpin against the wall in defeat even as excitement spreads through me once again. Spade violently tugs open my pants and grips my neglected cock, giving it a firm stroke. Giving a strangled moan, I grind back against his hand and rest my head against the wall. In turn he grinds against my covered ass, biting the side of my neck with a possessive growl.

With a few jerky movements my pants are once again off and likely across the room. His fingers slide between my asscheeks and press against the tight ring of muscle they find there. I bite my lip to suppress a groan, turning my head a little to the side.

"Stay put." He's gone almost instantly, causing me to almost sink to the ground when I lose my balance.

"What're you--Fuck!!" I growl, glaring back at the man who has two, cold, lubricant slicked fingers inside me. "Warm it up! Jesus fucking Christ..."

Spade presses warm kisses to the back of my neck and slowly works his fingers inside me, calming any bitter feelings I may have. Groaning, I once again press my forehead against the wall, my eyes slipping shut. Soon he's in to the third knuckle and I'm panting and grinding back onto his fingers like a wanton whore. I guess it comes with the job description.

Out of nowhere his fingers press against my prostate and all I can do is cry out, my eyes clenching shut at the overwhelming pleasure. In the back of my mind, I wonder if these walls have soundproofing, but otherwise can't bring myself to care. That greedy mouth of his continues to map the back of my neck, groaning in approval whenever I make a pleasured noise.

"I want to fuck you, Ace. You want that?" his voice is a low, sensual purr that makes me shiver.

"Gods, yes..." I practically moan, arching my back and clenching my muscles around his probing fingers.

Shifting he plants his hands on my shoulders and spins me around to face him. Spade's mouth is hot and demanding as he presses it against mine, his tongue stabbing between my lips. As quickly as it started, the kiss ends and he's dipping down to slide his arms beneath my legs, standing soon after.

I make a surprised noise in the back of my throat as he presses himself flush against me, pinning me back against the wall. Fumbling for balance, I reward him with a sharp glare even as I obediently wrap my legs around his waist to hold myself up. Spade's mouth presses against the side of my neck, even as he positions the head of his latex-sheathed cock at my entrance. I'm kinda curious as to how he did that so fast.

"Sneaky bastard..." I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep my balance as he shifts. "Hurry up."

Smirking, Spade begins to press himself into me. "You asked for it."

Then he's fully inside me and I can't help but let out a startled cry of pleasure and pain. The fact that he groans into the junction between my neck and shoulders makes me feel a little better. Instinctively I clench around him and draw out a second empassioned moan.

"Gods, Ace...!" he nips at my neck, running his tongue over the small hurts afterwards in an almost soothing manner. "How long...?"

"Doesn't matter." I cut him off, my voice deeper with lust even to my ears. "Fuck me."

My words seem to cause the surge of hips which causes an explosion of sensation which I haven't felt in years. Moaning, I arch my back and press against him as he begins to move. Growling, I tighten the grip of my legs around his waist demandingly. There's motion, but it just isn't enough.

"I said fuck me! Now, fuck me!" I snap, digging my black nails into the back of his neck.

Grunting he pulls back slightly and gives me a feral look before his pace increases. I cry out, my back bowing yet again and my hips grinding back against Spade's urgently. His hands grip my hips and angle me into a position that allows him to move harder and deeper into me. I'm practically one continuous moan. My mind is blank and hazed with pleasure which I haven't felt since I frequented the streets.

It doesn't take long. I'm too wound up from both Collin and Spade's torurous sexual teasing. With a strangled cry I arch and buck against him, orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave; overwhelming and euphoric.

I feel him halt inside me, panting against my neck as I spill sticky fluid onto our stomachs. Holding myself up suddenly becomes to taxing so I slump against him. At this proximity I can feel him shiver as he struggled to keep control and refrain from continuing to fuck me into the wall. With an appreciative murmur I press my lips to his neck before bracing myself so he can pull out of me.

Once on my feet I slump back against the wall, knowing it's only a brief respite. I feel Spade grip my hips, pressing close to leave small kisses across my jaw. Cracking my eyes open I arch a brow in question, merely resulting in a vaguely amused chuckle.

"...Your turn." he murmurs, leaning forward to brush our lips.

When his words sink in, I can't help but perk, a smirk curving my lips. "You, sir, are a wonderful, wonderful man."

"I try."

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It's five in the morning when I return to my apartment. I hadn't gotten much sleep for obvious reasons so I'm exhausted when I get to the place I call home. It was dark inside, so I flick on the lights and pause after I close the door behind me.

Collin's sitting at the kitchen table, arms folded and head lifted slightly as if he'd burried his face in his arms. He looks like he hasn't slept all night, just like me. Giving a sigh of relief he stands and giving me a small smile. He approaches and wraps his arms around me, his head tilting to rest on my shoulder. I return the embrace despite the fact that worry has shot through me at how silent and weary he is.

"Hey, babe, I missed you. Why're you up so early?" I keep my voice low and soothing, hoping it may calm my angel even if it's just a little bit.

"God, Ace... I was so fucking worried... Gail called and I just couldn't sleep." His voice is hitched and heavy with emotion that makes my heart ache.

"Shh, Collin... It's ok. I'm here, see? What'd Gail want, Baby?" his concern seems contagious and I hope it doesn't show in my voice.

He pulls back slightly, worrying his bottom lip. "Ace... The mob's put a price on your head. I don't know why... I... I just... God! I'm so worried, Ace!"

I lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips, giving him a small reassuring smile when his eyes begin to shimmer with unshed tears of distress. "I'll be ok, Babe. Come on, let's go get some sleep, okay?"

Collin nods, returning my slightly with one which holds even less confidence than mine. "Alright..."

I lead him back to the bedroom, keeping physical contact the entire time, though I don't know if it's for him or for me. We strip in silence before sliding into my worn bed together, my arms wrapping around his waist as I spoon against his back. He sighs contentedly, relaxing back against me trustingly and my heart almost breaks.

"We'll be okay..." I murmur, my eyes slipping shut despite the fact that I'm most deffinately not as confident as I sound.

--Fin
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TBC in 'Assassin's Game'