The Oriental and The Killer

A grunt came from the man as his shoulders slammed onto the concrete below, head tilted back and blinking slowly to rid his dark eyes of the blood that trickled down over them from his nose.
He hadn’t felt a pain like this before, or at least that he could remember.

Yoshi’s shaken hands pressed to the ground, over the dirt that had been kicked onto it, fighting past the resistance to lie where he was. There was no time to recover, no time to think about taking a breath.
“Done already? I had expected much more from you, Yoshi. After all the trouble you caused, all the men you had fought just to get the chance to be standing here in front of me.” Taking the glasses from the bridge of his nose, Killer No. 2 cleaned them against the front of his jacket, thumb moving the material over the fuchsia tinted lenses, “All your efforts were for nothing. You must be devastated.” He placed them back over his eyes.

“Shut... up.” Yoshi breathed out, hand searching at his side for his fallen weapon desperately as he watched the other man approach him. That mocking tone had struck him harder than the pain, and he was unable to take his eyes away, narrowed with anger, and soon clenching shut in pain as a feeling that left him in agony shot through his arm, hissing a curse, “Kuso!”

Killer No. 2 smirked, pressing more weight into his foot on top of Yoshi’s hand before his fingers fisted into the dark hair, yanking the man’s head up and back to stare up at him, looking down at that too-pretty face and hate filled eyes, “Looking at you right now, with that look on your face... You have no idea how exciting that is to me.”
“Jigoku e ike!” Yoshi growled at him, earning him another painful yank of his hair.
“I may not understand what you’re saying, but your face says it all. And to think, I had taken that cousin of yours when I could have had you all along. I don’t know what I was thinking.” The man smiled sinisterly, a smile that sent a dreaded feeling through to Yoshi’s core, staring at him wide eyed.
“You’re much better suited to my tastes.” Killer No. 2 had crouched down onto one knee, watching the young man wince as more pressure was applied onto his fingers. His free hand swiped a few strands of hair away from Yoshi’s face almost gently once he dropped his katana to the ground, “So... pretty. “ He accentuated the last word, teeth pressed together as he grinned, before his lips pressed together and forced down onto his.

Yoshi instinctively jerked back, though the firm grip on his hair held him in place, face scrunched in repulsion as he felt the slimy wet tongue of the other man try to force its way into his mouth.

Another heavy press on his fingers from the shoe caused Yoshi to yell out in pain, and the tongue slid against his, immediately taking advantage of the open mouth.

The taste of the Oriental’s blood was one he would savour. As sweet as sugar, and he couldn’t get enough as he ran his tongue across Yoshi’s upper lip, sucking at both of them to rid them of the blood that had ran over them before he drew his head back.
Yoshi swallowed harshly, feeling like he had shards of glass in his throat as he tried to rid his mouth of the taste of the assassin. His slanted eyes opened, looking forward just in time to see Killer No. 2 draw back from this twisted version of a kiss.


Spit landed at the corner of his mouth, and though first feeling a jolt of anger in reaction, Killer No. 2’s scowl was replaced with a slow forming smirk. His hand rose, wiping the saliva from his mouth only to lick it from his fingers, “Ahhh... that’s more like it. I like the fighters.”

This man wasn’t normal... he wasn’t just a murderer, he was a freak. The way those pale eyes looked at him from behind the lenses both disgusted him and awoke a deep seated fear that gripped his chest.

“What are you doing!?” Yoshi yelled out when he was flipped suddenly, chest hitting the concrete path. He coughed, the blow winding him for a moment, but his voice soon returned to him when he felt the back of his kimono lifted up his thighs, “Get the hell off me!”

“Ah, your English has returned to you.” Killer No. 2 chuckled, watching as his hands moved the dark fabric up over the curve of Yoshi’s perked ass, “Kimonos are so convenient, aren’t they?” fingers slid over the pale bare flesh, from the back of the firm thighs, over his backside, “So smooth.” He whispered, admiring the silk-like texture of Yoshi’s skin. Fingers hooked over the underwear at his hips, tugging them down.
“You’re insane!” Yoshi snapped, attempting to lift the side of his face from the cold rough ground. His right hand hurt, fingers twitching as they pressed to the floor, trying in vain to raise himself, “I’m a man---“
“Really?” Killer No. 2 interrupted with a laugh, a hand sliding up between the young man’s legs, fingers gripping over his balls, “So you are.”

Yoshi’s eyes widened, hips lifting in response to the warm fingers clenching around such an intimate area. Though as soon as he did, he cried out when a slick wetness pressed against him, “Don’t!”
It was easy to ignore the protest, Killer No. 2’s tongue slowly stroked over the small pink hole, exposed as his other hand spread apart his ass.
Practically whimpering, Yoshi tried pressing his hips back down, tried throwing himself onto his side, but the fingers around his balls clenched in warning whenever his body shifted.

Shit... why was he getting hard? This wasn’t normal; this wasn’t what normal men did to one another. Men didn’t do this at all, especially not to another---he bit his lower lip, holding back another unwanted cry as he felt the wet muscle penetrate him. Killer No. 2’s fingers had slid up, gripping around his helplessly growing arousal. He slid back the foreskin from the pink head to thumb the tip, leaking with sticky clear proof of his body’s response to having this man suck and lick his hole.

“Please... please don’t...“ Yoshi panted, and for a moment relief washed over him when he felt the tongue slip out of him. It was felt all too soon, and the tongue was replaced by something dryer, longer, sliding down to the knuckle. He pressed his teeth together, hissing from between them, “Don’t do this!”

“I’m doing this for your benefit, Yoshi. Don’t complain when I’m being so kind to you.” Killer No. 2 smiled, watching as the small ring of muscle clenched around the digit, and hearing another pained yell when he forced his index finger along in with it, side by side. It stretched him, and he felt the tension around his fingers as he scissored them apart.
He slid the increasing amount of pre-cum around the width of the flushed head with his thumb, those pained little gasps and whimpers making his own cock strain against the fabric of his pants almost painfully.

“I want to see your face for this next part.”

“What---“ He was cut off, his body lifted once the fingers exited him and his cock was exposed to the cool evening air. His back hit the ground, now staring up at the man above him, at his mocking satisfaction upon seeing Yoshi’s strained erection pressing up against his stomach.
Killer No. 2 removed the glasses from his pale blue eyes, placing them on the ground next to his sword, “It must be embarrassing, trying to put up a fight when this evidence to your enjoyment is on show.”
Breath hitching, Yoshi watched those menacing eyes drinking in the sight of him. What could he say to that? He wasn’t left long to think about it, as his eyes darted downward when he heard the pop of a button opening.

He saw it, Killer No. 2’s cock sliding out from his trousers. It was large, gorged and flushed red.
Yoshi wasn’t used to this---seeing another man’s arousal, and over him? His wide eyes were drawn back to the older man’s face, his voice snapping him of his thoughts, “Impressed?” the red haired man grinned, also setting his hat beside him on the floor. “You won’t have to wait for it.”
“I don’t want it... If you put it near me, I swear---“
“You’re really in no position to be making threats.” Killer No. 2 muttered as he leaned over him, face hovering a few inches from his as a strong hand gripped bruisingly hard onto Yoshi’s hip, angling his hips up.

“No!” Yoshi called out, head thrown back as Killer No. 2 guided his dick to press against the Oriental’s hole, and bucked his hips forward for the tip to sink in.
“Fuck, that’s tight.” He hissed, having to force past the resistance, past that clenched ring of muscle that tore from the pressure. Hearing the cries of agony from Yoshi’s mouth, seeing brow furrowed and eyes shedding tears... It made him grin, and he took advantage of the blood that leaked out of the young man’s body to sink his cock in deeper and deeper, until the base smacked up against Yoshi’s ass.

He was so tight it almost hurt, Killer No. 2 choosing to grind against him, his large cock stretching and rubbing up against the insides that clenched and twitched around him. “Try to relax, sweetheart. “ he laughed, voice thick with arousal.
“Oh G-God...” Yoshi’s voice strained, throat dry and sore from the yells of pain and protest at what this man was doing to him. He felt the warmth of blood run down his skin, panic rising as he felt the large member shift inside of him, biting down so hard on his lip that he tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. “Just kill me, please!”
“Now why would I do that, when I’m having so much fun?”

It was the worst pain, it was agony... but when the warmth returned to his neglected cock, Yoshi’s body jumped, eyes blinking past the tears that built up in them to see the hazy image of Killer No. 2 with his hand stroking over his length, steadily gaining back the hardness it had lost through the pain.
The pleasure felt worse than the pain, humiliating him as he couldn’t stop his hips from pressing into the hand, trying to will away the arousal that built back up in him.

“Look how beautiful you are.” Killer No. 2 whispered, starting to thrust quicker against Yoshi’s sore hole that seemed to suck him in, gripping him tightly to get him to stay in that one place he had been grinding up against. “You were made for a man’s touch.”
“Ketsu no ana, damare!” He couldn’t think straight, never mind keep up his English. It didn’t matter what he said, he knew this man wouldn’t stop. In a final burst of strength, Yoshi’s hands shoved up against Killer No. 2’s chest, but it wasn’t enough to shove him away or so much as nudge him.

He felt helpless, his fingers fisting in the man’s shirt, tearing buttons as he felt a strong shudder set into his body, trembling from the sudden hit of the assassin’s cock against... something, inside of him.

Yoshi gasped out loud breathlessly, his eyes squeezing shut when his prostate was hit again, crying out and gripping onto the man above him like his life depended on it.
Killer No. 2 made the steady strokes against the Oriental’s shaft quicker, feeling it fully stiffen in his grip as he angled the man’s hips up further, the thick head of his cock slipping over that special spot again and again, bumping against it. “You like me filling your little cunt like this, don’t you? Hahaha... you quickly changed your tune, Yoshi.”
He didn’t want to hear him say his name. It reaffirmed that this was really happening to him. The shame of arching up into that feeling of pleasure from this, that was once so over-whelming... was shoved aside for that moment. Yoshi’s lips parted, chest rising and falling quickly as his pre-cum smothered Killer No. 2’s fingers, smearing it back over his cock with each stroke.

The slick noises, the groans the man on top of him was making, and that big throbbing cock teasing that abused bundle of nerves inside of him was driving him crazy.
He’d never felt like this before. He hated it; loved it--- hated loving it. Where had his pride gone?

Yoshi’s hands let go of the shirt, arms wrapping around Killer No. 2’s neck to yank him down, chests hitting. He swallowed, dark half opened eyes looking up at those taunting ones, the last his uncle had ever looked into, “Irete kudasai---“ he breathed, and repeated in heavy accented English, “Fuck me...harder.”
He didn’t need telling twice, and he allowed this one demand from someone who wasn’t Nicola.
“So greedy.” Killer No. 2 whispered against Yoshi’s lips, before bucking his hips forward to force his cock as deep as it could go inside the trembling body, making it shudder with each firm, deep thrust.

He loved the noises, the cries and screams of mixed pain and pleasure, the whimpers when he went too far. “My cute little whore.” He grinned, before his lips shoved onto Yoshi’s, silencing another yell from the young man and a throaty grunt from himself.
Killer No. 2’s fingers were slippery from the sticky pre-cum that ran over them, some dripping onto Yoshi’s stomach and collecting between the curves of his abs.

The tongue in his mouth didn’t disturb him as much as it had the first time, his own responding by moving back against it, clumsy in his pleasure and inexperience.
Yoshi broke the kiss, head falling back against the ground as his whole body seized up. Killer No. 2 felt the sudden stiffness in his muscles, watching that bloodied face below him make the most beautiful expressions he had ever seen.

“Iki sou!” Yoshi cried out, his legs wrapping around Killer No. 2’s hips, forcing the man’s erection as deep as it could possibly manage inside of him.
He knew what was coming when he felt the muscles around his cock clamp down on him, forcing him to stay in that place deep within the young man.
His tongue darted across his lips as he watched the cum from Yoshi’s cock spurt over his chest, exposed by the kimono that had fallen open at some point through their fucking. It was a lot, and the last few shots of semen landed over his stomach.

He could of cum just from watching Yoshi then, panting quick and heavy as the sweat over his brow dampened his red hair to his forehead.
Killer No. 2 took his hand away from the man’s spent cock, raising it to his face to suck some of the bitter liquid from his fingers, before running his tongue along the top row of his teeth, “That’s an impressive amount, and a strong reaction for someone who looks on the brink of death.” His hand suddenly gripped Yoshi’s jaw, thumb spreading the semen on it over the man’s lower lip, “Now I’m going to cum in that little yellow arse of yours.”
Yoshi’s tongue hesitantly licked up the cum from his lip, before running over the assassin’s thumb, his body still trembling from his release, having no time to recover when Killer No. 2 grabbed his thighs, prying them apart and shoving them back, tilting Yoshi’s up to fully expose his cock in the blooded sore hole, all the intimate details of it as he pounded into him.


He couldn’t hold back a sudden scream of pain, another thin trail of blood running down onto his lower back. He tried to look up, to see past the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes to see Killer No. 2, to see the euphoria over his face when he felt his seed explode inside of him, his eyes widening in panic, “No! Take it out! Please, take it out! Don’t... in me...”
“Fuck...! Fuck, yes, that’s it...” Killer No. 2 growled deeply, his hips never stopping their rapid thrusts against that weakened body. “Too late... Yours is the best hole I’ve ever fucked, Yoshi.”
Yoshi whimpered against his lip, biting down on it as his body trembled from the feeling of being filled with cum, his own cock twitching in response. He didn’t know why his body was reacting like this, if it was normal... No, this thing wasn’t normal. It definitely wasn’t normal.

With each slow thrust afterward, cum bubbled and was pushed out of Yoshi’s clenching hole, mixing with the blood over his skin as it ran down over it, before withdrawing from his body.
He flinched in pain, gasping loudly when his body was left empty, his body dropping to the floor hard when Killer No. 2 let go of his thighs, moving to stand as he wiped his cock with his hand, before pushing it back inside his trousers, fastening them. “It’s a terrible thing, that Nicola would not allow me to keep you.” He leaned down to pick up the glasses and hat, placing the round frames over the bridge of his nose and the hat over his damp hair. His foot slammed down against the hilt of the katana, flipping it up into the air for him to catch it by the handle. “But, orders are orders, as you should understand.”

Yoshi’s forearms pressed to the ground, rolling himself onto one side as he slid up onto his hands, wincing as the pain shot through him, and the cum turned cold against his thighs, still leaking out of him.
Killer No. 2 watched with amusement as Yoshi staggered onto his feet, sword held in both hands aimed at him, face holding the most hateful look he had ever seen on a man.
“I’m not done with you!”
The assassin chuckled, twirling his sword between his fingers before he pointed it at Yoshi, “Very well, then.”