Assassin's Game
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Category:
S through Z › Sin City
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,348
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sin City, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Assassin's Game
As with the first, this is written byt hand first. Patience.
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Disclaimer: I own none of the sin city characters/universe. I don't make money off of this. Please don't sue.
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Chapter 1
My breathing's accelorated and my eyes wide with fear. I can't help it. I'm not a great strong warrior like Ace. Especially not when some big freak's got my lover's chained to a wall, bloodied and half concious.
"Such pretty little faggots. I can't believe the boss thinks these guys are a threat." One of the them, the larger one, scoffs before swiveling his gaze to me.
"That one Miguel is workin on is one of the defenders. He's one tough motherfucker." responds the second, thinner goon.
"Hmm..." the first one steps towards me and grips my chin hard. "What about this one?"
I jerk my head away with a noise of distress, closing my eyes to keep them from seeing the obvious fear in them. "The defender's lover I believe."
"Is that right?" his eyes flash and his lips curve in an lecherous grin.
I scoot back until my back hits the wall, causing my hands to grind against the cuffs which enclose them. He chuckles, crouching down and gripping my legs, forcibly spreading them and wringing a cry of denial from my throat. His breathe is putrid and hot across my cheek and I close my eyes, biting my lip in borderline panic.
"He's a fine little piece of ass isn't he? Almost makes me want to fuck him." His belly shudders as he laughs, causing me to cringe.
"C'mon, Jake. Leave 'im alone. We aren't after him. Just Ace." The thinner man drawls, rolls his eyes at his fat companion.
The one called Jake growled and sent his friend a frosty glare as he stood, cause me to let out a soft sigh of relief. "As if it matters! The defender won't be around much longer, anyways!"
"Yeah, but another one will replace him, you know that."
"You saying this is-"
Both get cut off by a strangled, agonized scream that comes from across the room. I look up sharply and bite my lip, eyes brimming with tears. I just can't help it. Ace, my lover doesn't deserve this. Nobody does.
"Ace!" I cry, unable to resist the desire to call out ot him anymore.
"Shut up!" a meaty hand collides like a sledgehammer with the side of my head and everything goes black.
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I wake with a start, gasping and sweating in the chilly apartment which I call home now. My eyes swivel to fix on the man who lies, naked, beside me, his eyes open and alert. Sighing, I allow my lids to fall shut, a palm lifting to cover them as I let out a shakey breath; just a dream...
"Are you alright, Collin?" Ace's voice is calm, deep and rugged from slumber.
"Yeah...Just a bad dream..." I murmur in response, not wanting him to hear the faint tremble in my voice.
He doesn't respond, simply shifting to hover over me. His beautiful, hazel eyes are filled with concern and reassurance at the same time when I lower my hand to return his gaze. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek, stroking the line of my jaw with calloused fingertips. With a contented sigh, I lean into the light caress, the feel of him soothing my unease.
Ace... He seems so wild and yet when he's with me he's almost so gentle it hurts. So many people never see this side of him. He's so complex and has so many facets to his personality that it's hard to know who Ace really is. It doesn't really matter anymore, though. How could I not love him, no matter what we have to go through now.
My lover's all lean and compact power like a panther cloaked in darkness. There has to be some native american in him, cus he seems to have a natural tan and his hair is black and bone straight. Silver hoops and balls adorn his scarred torso and, undoubtably, his lower regions as well.
"You're worried about me." His voice breaks me out of my reverie and I give him a small, sheepish grin.
"I can't help it." I respond, running my fingers over the large diagonal scar across his chest.
His hand clasps over mine and guides it to rest over his slowly thumping heart, the steady beat comforting in a way. "We'll be okay. It's been a week. This bounty will probably be virtually dead in a month."
"I know..." but deep inside I don't believe it.
I think he must read my mind, and that he realises how little faith I have in his words. He presses his lips against mine in a tender kiss before moving to lie beside me, draping an arm over my waist. I can tell that Ace tried his best, and it hurts to know that he's practically powerless to soothe this feeling of fear and despair.
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Disclaimer: I own none of the sin city characters/universe. I don't make money off of this. Please don't sue.
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Chapter 1
My breathing's accelorated and my eyes wide with fear. I can't help it. I'm not a great strong warrior like Ace. Especially not when some big freak's got my lover's chained to a wall, bloodied and half concious.
"Such pretty little faggots. I can't believe the boss thinks these guys are a threat." One of the them, the larger one, scoffs before swiveling his gaze to me.
"That one Miguel is workin on is one of the defenders. He's one tough motherfucker." responds the second, thinner goon.
"Hmm..." the first one steps towards me and grips my chin hard. "What about this one?"
I jerk my head away with a noise of distress, closing my eyes to keep them from seeing the obvious fear in them. "The defender's lover I believe."
"Is that right?" his eyes flash and his lips curve in an lecherous grin.
I scoot back until my back hits the wall, causing my hands to grind against the cuffs which enclose them. He chuckles, crouching down and gripping my legs, forcibly spreading them and wringing a cry of denial from my throat. His breathe is putrid and hot across my cheek and I close my eyes, biting my lip in borderline panic.
"He's a fine little piece of ass isn't he? Almost makes me want to fuck him." His belly shudders as he laughs, causing me to cringe.
"C'mon, Jake. Leave 'im alone. We aren't after him. Just Ace." The thinner man drawls, rolls his eyes at his fat companion.
The one called Jake growled and sent his friend a frosty glare as he stood, cause me to let out a soft sigh of relief. "As if it matters! The defender won't be around much longer, anyways!"
"Yeah, but another one will replace him, you know that."
"You saying this is-"
Both get cut off by a strangled, agonized scream that comes from across the room. I look up sharply and bite my lip, eyes brimming with tears. I just can't help it. Ace, my lover doesn't deserve this. Nobody does.
"Ace!" I cry, unable to resist the desire to call out ot him anymore.
"Shut up!" a meaty hand collides like a sledgehammer with the side of my head and everything goes black.
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I wake with a start, gasping and sweating in the chilly apartment which I call home now. My eyes swivel to fix on the man who lies, naked, beside me, his eyes open and alert. Sighing, I allow my lids to fall shut, a palm lifting to cover them as I let out a shakey breath; just a dream...
"Are you alright, Collin?" Ace's voice is calm, deep and rugged from slumber.
"Yeah...Just a bad dream..." I murmur in response, not wanting him to hear the faint tremble in my voice.
He doesn't respond, simply shifting to hover over me. His beautiful, hazel eyes are filled with concern and reassurance at the same time when I lower my hand to return his gaze. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek, stroking the line of my jaw with calloused fingertips. With a contented sigh, I lean into the light caress, the feel of him soothing my unease.
Ace... He seems so wild and yet when he's with me he's almost so gentle it hurts. So many people never see this side of him. He's so complex and has so many facets to his personality that it's hard to know who Ace really is. It doesn't really matter anymore, though. How could I not love him, no matter what we have to go through now.
My lover's all lean and compact power like a panther cloaked in darkness. There has to be some native american in him, cus he seems to have a natural tan and his hair is black and bone straight. Silver hoops and balls adorn his scarred torso and, undoubtably, his lower regions as well.
"You're worried about me." His voice breaks me out of my reverie and I give him a small, sheepish grin.
"I can't help it." I respond, running my fingers over the large diagonal scar across his chest.
His hand clasps over mine and guides it to rest over his slowly thumping heart, the steady beat comforting in a way. "We'll be okay. It's been a week. This bounty will probably be virtually dead in a month."
"I know..." but deep inside I don't believe it.
I think he must read my mind, and that he realises how little faith I have in his words. He presses his lips against mine in a tender kiss before moving to lie beside me, draping an arm over my waist. I can tell that Ace tried his best, and it hurts to know that he's practically powerless to soothe this feeling of fear and despair.