The Society of Assassins

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The Society of Assassins
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“Go.”

“Mission. Surveillance only.”

“Target?”

“Corporate Lawyer John Damson.”

“Public or Private?”

“Private.”

“Location?”

“Relayed in coded message.”

“Understood.”

“Mole, out”

Turning towards the screen glowing out of the darkness, he waited. Seconds later the screen began scrolling paragraphs of information. Scanning over the contents, deleting the files from the computer he locked down the computer, strolling out the door, all light from the room vanishing.


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The strobe lights passed over the crowed as they were flowing with the thumping beat suffocating the club. The freeze frames it produced displaying the exotic scene standing up to its name. Cool eyes surveyed the crowd from the bar, feeling the vibrations through his body, noting the ripples in his glass in time with the music. The gyrating masses continued into the next song endlessly flowio tho the pulsation of sound emitting from the speakers.

Locking on a figure passing on the out skirts of the room, staggering in a drunken yet steady gait. Collapsing next to the watcher he sat steadily, attempting to catch the bartenders attention. Leaning sideways towards the calm blue-eyed teen next to him, “Hello there.”

“Hello” The mans breath reeked of alcohol. “Who might you be?”

“My name? Why my name is. . . . Is . . . Uhhh John Damson.” The balding middle aged man leaned towards the teen with blue eyes. “Would you be looking for a place to stay tonight?”

Blue eyes locked onto the him, “Depends. Where might you be staying at?”

The man grinned broadly, “The Ritz on Elm and Main street.”

“Sounds wonderful. Are you in the penthouse?”

“No not yet. Only the club level. The second room on the club level actually. It has a wonderful view for when the sunrises in the morning. You’d have to stay all night to see it of course.”

“Maybe another time.” The brown haired teen sauntered over to a private corner of the room. Flipping out a thin phone he entered a number and waited for the ringing. The line stopped ringing but no answer on the other end. That was to be expected. That was how the system operated. “Wing reporting. John Damson staying Ritz hotel on Elm and Main street, club level second room. View facing east. Further instructions required.”

He hung up the phone and waited observing the mass of movement still continuing to surge with the rhythm. There was a small gap appearing in the center of the bodies and he began leaning sideways to get a better look at the disturbance in the crowd of clubbers. A small beep emitted from his watch and Wing sat back in his chair. Pressing a button on his watch a message began to scroll across the watch face.

MOLE COPIES MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. NO FURTHER WORK FROM WING IS NECESSARY. ENJOY YOUR EVENING WING.

//Strange// Wing shrugged and shut the message off automatically deleting it from record. //Might as well enjoy myself. At least I’m dressed the part.// Indeed several people that night had attempted to take the steeled man home. Men and women had been pleased at the deep blue eyes and dark brown hair streaked with blue highlights. The blue net mesh tank was molding to his body like the artfully torn leather pants. The studded collar around his neck added to his untamed appearance.

All of them had been turned down. You can only let your guard down for someone who happens to stir you . All so far had simply been looking for a quickie with some hot stud. //Granted that’s what I’m looking for too, but only someone worth letting my guard down for.// Closing his eyes he leaned into the booth he was sitting at, music switching to erotic and sensual sound rolling over his senses. The crowds noise continued to escalate, yells of pleasure and catcalls streaming into his senses.

Opening his eyes he searched the crowd, still noting that the hole had grown allowing more people to observe what was at the center. Interest peeked he rose from his seat trekking his way towards the dance floor hips swinging unconsciously to the beat. Pushing to the center of the small crowd he emerged to find a single male teen dancing, touching himself. Well muscled abdomen shown between the low hanging black leather pants and halter top. A red dragon was embroidered on the halter, living each time the light hit the intricate threads.

Another man emerged from the crowd attempting to near the sensual teen but was pushed aside by him after a glare was sent at him. The black haired teen continued to dance, hands running up and down his body as he observed the crowd around him. Hair framing the face of the dancer. Turning suddenly dark eyes locked with him he he smiled easing forth from the crowd, hips swaying as he approached the mystical black haired dancer.

Their fingers intertwined at arms length until Wing pulled the black haired boy to him. Screams and catcalls answered their actions as Wing flattened his palm on the boys body and began stroking him through the leather confines as their hips moved together. The boy spun in his arms leaning up close to his ear, whisper touching his senses, “Do you have a room?”

Without a response he latched onto the boys arm and dragged him through the mesh of bodies, hands groping them as they passed. The floor surged back in closing the gap that had been formed as the two left the club. Walking a short block they ran up to the room unlocking it and pushing inside.

The door slammed shut and the black haired teen rammed the other into the door overpowering him with an intense kiss. Mouths parted and met with the twining of tongues streaming together, thrusting in each mouth. The moans echoed in their minds as hand began to run down each others body, feeling the chording muscles beneath thin clothing. The tearing of fabric echoing in the room as the mesh tank was being torn from the brown haired boy, slightly shocked at the aggressiveness of the smaller teen.

The boy was shoved towards the bed both breathing hard eyes locked from five feet away. “What should I call you?”

“Wing.” He began to prowl towards the other boy. A predator on the hunt. “And You?”

Inches apart they were staring at each other. A whisper from a soft mouth, “You may call me Dragon.” Arms pulled behind Wing’s head bringing their mouths together again, fighting for dominance electric pulses racing towards their groins, tongues exploring the wet caverns, moans vibrating through their chests pressed closely together. Breaking apart to breathe Wing began to kiss, nip and tonguing his way down the Dragon’s neck. “So you will be My Dragon?”

“Your Dragon?” The boy pulled back from the active teen. Pushing him onto his back on the bed he crawled over him hands pinning the other boys arms, “I have never been tamed nor do I plan to be.”
He claimed the boys lips again pulling back slightly moving his head to the others ear, “A dragon is not one who easily surrenders.” He began sucking at the ear traveling down his neck as his hands began working on removing the leather pants Wing was wearing.

Both were being restricted by the tight material as they attempted to dominate over each other. Flipping over Wing once again began licking and nipping at the other boys throat, pulling his head backwards to expose his neck further. “I believe that I will tame the dragon.” He bit down on the bronzed muscled shoulder lapping at the beads of blood emerging from the wound. Shredding the boys halter he straddled his hips. Pushing their bulges together roughly, both moaning and arching their backs away from each other, pressing their desires closer together.

Dragon’s hands began moving again, attempting to push the other boy over onto his back. Wing grasped his hands in one sucking at the tip of each finger before pinning them down above the straining boys head. Raising himself further he traced the bulging muscles in the boys arms with his warm tongue, caressing each line. Moving downwards he attacked the boys chest. Licking and biting on one nipple, while scratching and tracing the other to peek with his free hand. The moans emerging from the boy echoed through the room. Hair flying with each toss of the head, thin sheen of sweat forming on his body. “If you wish to continue to have the Dragon at your mercy you had better remove both pants.” Harsh gasps continued to echo interrupted by a low moan, “I will not stand to not touch skin for.. . . For much longer.”

A smile emerged from the brown haired boy as he continued to lick and scrape at the boys chest, “Really? The Dragon thinks he can move me while his hands are pinned and he is squirming under my talented mouth?” Dark eyes glared at him and with a quick twist of the lower body, Wing was pinned under the Dragon. His wrath would be unbearable. Lips descended towards his neck licking along his jugular as hands quickly rid them of their restraining pants. Twin erections met sending jolts of pleasure over their senses. Before Wing could recover the raven hair boy was between his legs grasping at his erection. Squeezing the pulsing organ tightening and rubbing to bring a maddening sensation to the prone boy with long firm strokes smearing the pre-cum oozing from the tip.

He leaned low, flattening his tongue swirling it around the tip and down the underside then back up again. Wing’s eyes ed ied in pleasure as he groaned hands twisting into the sheets and blankets around him. Torturously slow he returned to the top and swallowed the pulsing orgnto nto his throat, engulfing the teen and swallowing around the heated flesh. Hands moved swiftly from the bed to snaking into black strands of hair. Pulling him closer while brutally fucking his mouth driving repeatedly into the hot cavern before careening over the edge of oblivion. Panting and shaking he removed his fingers from the sweaty strands allowing the Chinese boy to move away. Cum trailing down his cheek as he smiled wickedly before licking it back into his mouth crawling back over the panting form. “The Dragon isn’t done yet” He quickly flipped the panting form on the bed, massaging and licking at back muscles. Moving along towards the back of his neck a small tattoo caught his eye. His eyes widened, but he continued to lick at the shuddering forms neck. On Wing’s left shoulder was a small sun with an eye in the center that caught the Dragon‘s attention.

Moving bacwn hwn he began to stroke lower on his back, parting the boys cheeks as his tongue nudging at the small pucker between. The probing tongue continued to press into the tight opening as Wing continued to squirm under the nasty thrill of it. Panting and grunting he looked backwards at the boy rimming him, “. … M.. More .. . .. Please. . ” Fingers found their way into his mouth silencing them as he began to suck in earnest, eyes tightly shut. Once again he was flipped onto his back, fingers withdrawn from his mouth. Watching the dark eyes he continued breathing hard muscled chest rising and falling. A single digit entered searching and screwing him. He moaned at the new sensation passing over his senses, switching to a slight pain with the second finger. The motion of the fingers continued their assault on his nerves until the third placed and something sparked inside him. “Auh. . . Huh Dragon, ooh. ..” His back arched till he was almost off the bed.

A smile played across the Dragons face, “You’ve never been tamed either have you Wing.” Removing his fingers he wet his palm rubbing his large member down with his spit. Leaning forward he began plunge past the initial resistance, harshly whispering in Wing‘s ear, “Tight. . . .You are so tight.” Groaning and slowly inching his way forward as the body below him opened up. Once all the way in he stopped looking down at the boys face in front of him, a small amount of understanding in his eyes. Adjusting to the new sense of filling inside him Wing began to twitch and move to contact that spot again. With that the Dragon withdrew almost to the tip before plunging in again, twin groans mingling together. “Harder. .. Dragon harder.” The boy wasted no time, thrusting harder, clutching at the boys hips for further leverage.

Pulling almost out the dragon froze clinging hard staring into the deep blue depths of the panting teen, Leaning closer, inches apart he whispered, “That’s a nice tattoo on your back.” Blue eyes flew open in shock as the raven haired-boy thrust forward blowing all thoughts out of his mind as an explosive sensation flew over his nerves, clinging to the boys back silently urging him to thrust faster. Moans mingled and further escalating plea of of both, skin slapping skin roughly. Thrusting finally twin screams of pleasure echoed off the walls before collapsing.

They lay there panting, till the raven boy pulled out rolling next to the limp form of Wing. “That was wonderful. . . . I’ve never had anyone like you.”

The brown mop of hair faced him panting hard, “My first time for uke.” He smiled slightly leaning over to kiss the boys cheek softly. “I will tame you next time Dragon. As lovely as that was, you will be mine.”

A smile emerged, dark eyes gleaming in the room, “Will there be a next time?”

“There had better be. Perhaps I should carve my number to your arm so you will not have the excuse of loosing it.”

“You may mark me, small and simple and I will mark you unobtrusively. We will know each other when we see it.”

Getting up Wing reached for his boot by the door. Withdrawing a small dagger he made his way back to the bed. Taking the knife, on the small of the boys back on the left he carved a figure, somewhat surprised and not that the boy had not flinched throughout the marling. The knife was then taken from him as he flipped onto his stomach and the cool blade was pressed to his lower left back carving a new pattern in his back, once again not wincing at the pain.

Curling together on the bed they held each other peacefully before drifting off to sleep, small trickle of blood oozing from their backs. A final glance at the clock showing 1:42 am.


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Blue eyes blinked awake arms shielding the light. Reaching sideways there was an indent on the pillow next to him but no warm body to prove the dark eyed Dragon existed. Throwing the blankets aside he sat up looking at the small hotel room. Standing and wincing slightly at the pain from his rear parts he walked stiffly over towards the bathroom to take a shower. Warm water seeping along his frame relieving unknown tension he held within himself. Running his hands through his hair he watched the blue dye wash out of his hair. Shutting off the warm blast and reaching for his towel he wrapped it around his waist securely before exiting the bathroom. Switching the news on, he walked past the hall mirror and grabbed his cereal out of a box. On his way back from the kitchen something caught his eye on the door.

A note with elegant hand writing scrolled across it.

That was wonderful. I hope you will find me again and meet me. I’ll wait for you. You have a wonderful tattoo. You should cover it when off duty. Some one might turn you into the police Wing. Your worth a lot of money. Dead or Alive.

Good Bye ~ Dragon

Frantic eyes swiftly flew over the apartment. Observing the open drapes all possible areas for infiltration. The cops would be hear any minute. //That was stupid! Risking your life for one night!// Running to the blinds, shutting them quickly he turned to the couch and lifted the cushions. Removing two nine millimeter uzzies and a sniper rifle he turned sound catching his ears from the TV in his frantic scramble.

A blonde man was staring at the camera, “Reporting live from a horrible scene last night where corporate Lawyer John Damson was murdered at his room in the Ritz on Elms and Main street. The murder appeared to have occurred at approximately 2:00 am. The rit rit has not been discovered but by the carving in the wabovabove the bed he has been known to be allied in the Society of Assassins.” The camera was quickly flashed to a carving with an eye in the center of a sun. “The Society of Assassins have been causing problems for police over the last four years and none of them have been caught. This particular assassin used swords for the murder and unlike the other incidents left a message along with his mark in the wall. This message read ‘Tame me if you can’. Investigators are stunned by this message and have no leads to its meaning. Back to you in the studio Dave.”

The one named Dave smiled at the screen, “Terrible indeed. In other news, new heir to the Dragon Clan fortune Chang Wufei steps for-”

The picture fizzed out after he hit the off button on the remote. The black screen appeared, the teen stared blankly at the screen. .//I had slept with an assassin. One of my own. Heero Yuy you have all the luck.// He smiled at himself. //Well he shouldn’t be to hard to find. Time to give him a call.//

Picking up the his phone he punched in a number raising it to his ear..

“Mole here.”

“I need info.”

“You have no missions currently Angel. You do not need information.”

“I need it”

“Topic?”

“Another assassin.”

“Out of the question and you know it. It is not allowed in the code. A safety precaution for each assassin.”

“He was here last night. He did the Ritz job last night. Who is he. His Specialty is swords and from the build most likely hand to hand combat as well.”

“No. I’ll contact you when there is a mission. Mole out”

Heero pulled his ear away from the dead signal of the phone, glaring at it. “Fine then” Pulling out his lap top he began to try to break into the Mole’s databases. Twenty minutes later he found himself up against the best defense systems of all time. Two minutes later his hard drive crashed all firewalls had been broken through in two minutes.

He punched the bed he was sitting on an aggravated frown on his face. “Shit! The one hacker I’ll never beat. That damn Mole.”

Packing his belongings he headed out to the SUV he had parked outside and tossed all his equipment into it. Driving slowly away from the hotel he drove down the road intent on going to his favorite hide out an escaping even the possibility of detection.


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*Bring* Bring*

“Yeah?”

“Mission.”

“Shingami speaking. Wrath Go”

“Mission, protection only.”

“Subject?”

“Wrath.”

“. . . . . Clarify Subject?”

“Wrath. Serpent. Lynx. Mole.”

“Again?”

“Me.”

“Shit. . . . . Reason?”

“This is not a secure line.”

“On my way.”


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