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for pyro_girl
Chapter Two
An empty green bottle that once held tequila lay moving ever so slightly on its side as languid fingers moved it back and forth without interest. Slouched back in his chair, still rolling the tequila bottle, Jess gave no notice to the spacious condo he had been given on the beach of central-east Mexico, not very far from where he had been at the hotel where he had met Sei. He wasn’t even paying any attention to the familiar song that was playing in the background.
‘That Selp but do so. Sei had sparked something within him that had for so long remained dormant; this feeling of want and need. He had never felt it since when he had been adopted back when he was really young. His new ‘family’ had only raised him in their view, heightening evong’ had been the one that had played when they had been together that one night back in Mexico several weeks before, the moment he had fallen for someone he shouldn’t, but couldn’t hen more his already dangerous assassination abilities that he had acquired in order to survive as a youth, and never aloud him to do anything that wasn’t beneficial to the family. He only learned Spanish because he had had to for the family business.
That night, the business partner he had been order to meet with to pass on some crucial information never showed and when the point of time for the meeting had come and pass, he had returned here to his ‘home’. He couldn’t stop thinking of the boy of whom he had shared a bed with and all he wanted was that boy now. Screw the ‘family’ business.
Running his fingers through his scarlet tresses before slowly removing himself from the lounge chair he had been sitting in, Jess walked back into the condo, not thinking of anyone but ‘him’. As he tossed his glass into an empty sink with a loud thud, he could feel the hard steel of an object being pressed against the back of his neck. He didn’t need to turn around to know that it was a gun being held against him.
“I finally found you.”
The voice was cold and dark, yet oddly familiar though Jess couldn’t place his finger on it at the moment. He was surprised that the stranger found him at his residence as no one knew where he lived in his off time, not even the man he had sworn loyalty to. He slowly turned around, his hand reaching up to wrap its way around the wrist of the one who held the gun to him, forcing the other to lower the weapon against his will. Jess wasn’t going to die at that moment and he made that clear to the other as his bright aquamarine eyes pierced through the other.
Dark hair fell into narrowed almond shaped, olive green eyes as Jess's attacker looked upon him. The stranger said nothing, but did not release his pale grip on the gun. To have done so could have possibly been suicide.
Jess simply turned his back upon his intruder before he spoke; “And what business do you have with me after trespassing upon private property?” His voice had held no malice or much emotion at all. He didn’t really care the other man was there, his mind too focused on thoughts of another.
"To kill a man named Jess, upon his failed mission and the dangerous circumstances he put himself in." The voice was cool and clipped, eloquent and toneless with an accent lightly lacing through the words.
"And you’re sure you have your man?" Jess held his head as he spoke these words, the alcohol he had consumed finally hitting him from all fronts.
“I don’t make mistakes.” The stranger replied coldly to the other, his eyes fixed upon the half naked form of the man he was supposed to assassinate.
“Was that night a mistake?” Jess replied, seeming to know who was before him.
A pause; a sudden hesitation that seemed out of place, unless it truly was the boy Jess thought he was hearing, though he quickly hid his surprise behind an emotionless façade. "A night means nothing."
Jess seemingly dismissed the other’s words before moving so that he was behind the other. Without warning, he held the other to himself from behind in the same way he had that night. His hands draped forward, slowly gliding over the other’s groin. He only held him long enough for him to be able to whisper into the ‘stranger’s’ ear. “Then you may want a better disguise,” He was of course referring only to the emotionless mask the other wore, but the words had hit the other deeply just the same. With that, he let the other go before moving out into the hallway behind them. He only moved a few yards before he stopped again. “Can I ask you a question?”
The other’s response was one of silence. He felt as if he had already given away his identity too much as it was, which posed as a potentially fatal mistake. However, his eyes never wavered from the other as the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.
“Have you ever had tequila?”
The question had caught the stranger off guard and yet at the same time he wondered. “No,” was his simple response, though he had previously had tequila and found that he held no taste for it.
“It’s in the cabinet to your right.” Jess replied simply before he continued down the hall, disappearing into his room a moment later, leaving the stranger behind.
The stranger simply looked down the hallway at Jess before the red-head disappeared into a room at the end of the hall before he turned to face the cabinet that had just been spoken of. He reached towards it before he found his hand stop a mere inch from the handle of the cabinet door. He understood not why he hesitated in reaching for the door; after all, if tequila was simply tequila, then that would be that. However, if it wasn’t, then there was far more to Jess Velasquez then he was letting on. Yes, the stranger knew who Jess was, having spent a great deal of his time since their last meeting making inquisitions into who Jess was. His findings led him to Jess’ home located on the Gulf of Mexico. His hand finally grasping upon the handle, Sei pulled it open without another moment’s hesitation and was surprised to find neither a bottle of tequila nor a briefcase.
Jess had turned away from the stranger and left for his room. Once he entered, he purposely left the door open as he stood near the foot of his bed, his head in his hand as his head pounded from the alcohol he had previously consumed. He stood there alone a moment until he heard footsteps come down the hallway and before he knew it, he was turned and then forcibly pushed back upon the bed he had stood near. When Jess recovered from the shock of suddenly being thrust downward, he realized the stranger had straddled his waist and pinned Jess’ arms above him.
“You bastard…”
Jess didn’t understand what the other was saying as it was spoken in a language he didn’t understand, however, the words were spoken without malice; when the other’s grip tightened upon his hands, he found that their lips had been brought together in an unspoken desperation. The touch and taste were familiar to Jess and it was then, that he knew for certain, that Sei was with him once again. He couldn’t believe that they were together once more after their last parting. Sei had left without so much as a farewell and Jess had been left behind, at a loss for the feelings he felt and why he had felt them. They had both been drunk at the time so nothing of their intercourse should have mattered to either of them, and yet it had. “Why?” Jess spoke to himself wordlessly.
Tears flowed from Sei’s eyes, both out of anger and relief as the man beneath him shifted their positions so that Sei was in sitting in Jess’ lap, the two of them sitting up, eye to eye, as if they were the only two people in the world. Sei’s lips reached for Jess’ own once more and Jess returned the action momentarily before pulling back slightly in order to gaze into the other’s eyes.
“Why did it have to be you?” Sei murmured, not intending for Jess to hear, but Jess’ ears picked up the words anyway, concern for the other creeping into the expression that he wore upon his face. “Me?” Jess asked, if for no other reason than ‘killing the cat’s’ sake.
Chapter Two
An empty green bottle that once held tequila lay moving ever so slightly on its side as languid fingers moved it back and forth without interest. Slouched back in his chair, still rolling the tequila bottle, Jess gave no notice to the spacious condo he had been given on the beach of central-east Mexico, not very far from where he had been at the hotel where he had met Sei. He wasn’t even paying any attention to the familiar song that was playing in the background.
‘That Selp but do so. Sei had sparked something within him that had for so long remained dormant; this feeling of want and need. He had never felt it since when he had been adopted back when he was really young. His new ‘family’ had only raised him in their view, heightening evong’ had been the one that had played when they had been together that one night back in Mexico several weeks before, the moment he had fallen for someone he shouldn’t, but couldn’t hen more his already dangerous assassination abilities that he had acquired in order to survive as a youth, and never aloud him to do anything that wasn’t beneficial to the family. He only learned Spanish because he had had to for the family business.
That night, the business partner he had been order to meet with to pass on some crucial information never showed and when the point of time for the meeting had come and pass, he had returned here to his ‘home’. He couldn’t stop thinking of the boy of whom he had shared a bed with and all he wanted was that boy now. Screw the ‘family’ business.
Running his fingers through his scarlet tresses before slowly removing himself from the lounge chair he had been sitting in, Jess walked back into the condo, not thinking of anyone but ‘him’. As he tossed his glass into an empty sink with a loud thud, he could feel the hard steel of an object being pressed against the back of his neck. He didn’t need to turn around to know that it was a gun being held against him.
“I finally found you.”
The voice was cold and dark, yet oddly familiar though Jess couldn’t place his finger on it at the moment. He was surprised that the stranger found him at his residence as no one knew where he lived in his off time, not even the man he had sworn loyalty to. He slowly turned around, his hand reaching up to wrap its way around the wrist of the one who held the gun to him, forcing the other to lower the weapon against his will. Jess wasn’t going to die at that moment and he made that clear to the other as his bright aquamarine eyes pierced through the other.
Dark hair fell into narrowed almond shaped, olive green eyes as Jess's attacker looked upon him. The stranger said nothing, but did not release his pale grip on the gun. To have done so could have possibly been suicide.
Jess simply turned his back upon his intruder before he spoke; “And what business do you have with me after trespassing upon private property?” His voice had held no malice or much emotion at all. He didn’t really care the other man was there, his mind too focused on thoughts of another.
"To kill a man named Jess, upon his failed mission and the dangerous circumstances he put himself in." The voice was cool and clipped, eloquent and toneless with an accent lightly lacing through the words.
"And you’re sure you have your man?" Jess held his head as he spoke these words, the alcohol he had consumed finally hitting him from all fronts.
“I don’t make mistakes.” The stranger replied coldly to the other, his eyes fixed upon the half naked form of the man he was supposed to assassinate.
“Was that night a mistake?” Jess replied, seeming to know who was before him.
A pause; a sudden hesitation that seemed out of place, unless it truly was the boy Jess thought he was hearing, though he quickly hid his surprise behind an emotionless façade. "A night means nothing."
Jess seemingly dismissed the other’s words before moving so that he was behind the other. Without warning, he held the other to himself from behind in the same way he had that night. His hands draped forward, slowly gliding over the other’s groin. He only held him long enough for him to be able to whisper into the ‘stranger’s’ ear. “Then you may want a better disguise,” He was of course referring only to the emotionless mask the other wore, but the words had hit the other deeply just the same. With that, he let the other go before moving out into the hallway behind them. He only moved a few yards before he stopped again. “Can I ask you a question?”
The other’s response was one of silence. He felt as if he had already given away his identity too much as it was, which posed as a potentially fatal mistake. However, his eyes never wavered from the other as the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.
“Have you ever had tequila?”
The question had caught the stranger off guard and yet at the same time he wondered. “No,” was his simple response, though he had previously had tequila and found that he held no taste for it.
“It’s in the cabinet to your right.” Jess replied simply before he continued down the hall, disappearing into his room a moment later, leaving the stranger behind.
The stranger simply looked down the hallway at Jess before the red-head disappeared into a room at the end of the hall before he turned to face the cabinet that had just been spoken of. He reached towards it before he found his hand stop a mere inch from the handle of the cabinet door. He understood not why he hesitated in reaching for the door; after all, if tequila was simply tequila, then that would be that. However, if it wasn’t, then there was far more to Jess Velasquez then he was letting on. Yes, the stranger knew who Jess was, having spent a great deal of his time since their last meeting making inquisitions into who Jess was. His findings led him to Jess’ home located on the Gulf of Mexico. His hand finally grasping upon the handle, Sei pulled it open without another moment’s hesitation and was surprised to find neither a bottle of tequila nor a briefcase.
Jess had turned away from the stranger and left for his room. Once he entered, he purposely left the door open as he stood near the foot of his bed, his head in his hand as his head pounded from the alcohol he had previously consumed. He stood there alone a moment until he heard footsteps come down the hallway and before he knew it, he was turned and then forcibly pushed back upon the bed he had stood near. When Jess recovered from the shock of suddenly being thrust downward, he realized the stranger had straddled his waist and pinned Jess’ arms above him.
“You bastard…”
Jess didn’t understand what the other was saying as it was spoken in a language he didn’t understand, however, the words were spoken without malice; when the other’s grip tightened upon his hands, he found that their lips had been brought together in an unspoken desperation. The touch and taste were familiar to Jess and it was then, that he knew for certain, that Sei was with him once again. He couldn’t believe that they were together once more after their last parting. Sei had left without so much as a farewell and Jess had been left behind, at a loss for the feelings he felt and why he had felt them. They had both been drunk at the time so nothing of their intercourse should have mattered to either of them, and yet it had. “Why?” Jess spoke to himself wordlessly.
Tears flowed from Sei’s eyes, both out of anger and relief as the man beneath him shifted their positions so that Sei was in sitting in Jess’ lap, the two of them sitting up, eye to eye, as if they were the only two people in the world. Sei’s lips reached for Jess’ own once more and Jess returned the action momentarily before pulling back slightly in order to gaze into the other’s eyes.
“Why did it have to be you?” Sei murmured, not intending for Jess to hear, but Jess’ ears picked up the words anyway, concern for the other creeping into the expression that he wore upon his face. “Me?” Jess asked, if for no other reason than ‘killing the cat’s’ sake.