Bloody Bullets: An Army of Two Parody

Author’s Note: Sadly, I only had a few times to read this story over so there might some type-o’s. Please let me know if you see any major ones okay? I wrote this pretty much in two days! Played the game a while back, loved it and felt compelled to slash it. I know things are REALLY far fetched here, it’s just written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours. I haven’t written a story in a while so this a come back of sorts for me!

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They were making a fortune. Death was their game, as always, and they loved every minute. Salem spent recklessly and Rios was always mindful. In no time they began training other mercenaries and had their own small army, with private contracts on a regular basis. Time continued to pass and eventually Salem and Rios saw each other less, Rios spent his time coordinating with Alice, while Salem spent time training the team and doing the foot work.

“I have to talk to you Salem.” Rios said in his usual stern tone.
“ Um--okay, what the hell’s wrong with you?” he replied.

Rios gestured for him to follow. Salem followed him into his office. He never spent much time in there so he stared around a little while Rios sat down and got comfortable. “Sit.”

Salem huffed, and sat down hesitantly. Just as he opened his mouth to speak Rios interrupted him.

“I just wanted to see how you are doing to be honest. I haven’t gotten much of a chance to see what’s going on with you. I see you have some new scars, some new tatts, I mean what’s new?” he said with a small smile.

“Ah shit, ya scared me there, old guy. Well…” he stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. The massive muscles in his arm flexed as he did so, “truthfully, all I do is train and kill what else? I mean I…” his voice trailed off. He looked at Rios with his deep lapis blue eyes. That sharp and alert gaze that no one could ever avoid.

“Yes Elliot?” he asked, always moved somehow by those piercing eyes.

“I miss you.” He said, with a shy little laugh.

“Aww, well I’m training Alice so she can do most of this stuff okay? You’ll see me more again.” Rios told him.

That was the end of the conversation. Salem stood and did that little salute he did all the time with his two fingers and walked out.

Weeks went by but not much changed since they needed to focus on setting up a major takedown.

Two days before departure…

1:34 AM

There was a knock on Salem’s door.

He was playing Call of Duty 4 wearing just a pair of black pj’s and nothing else not even socks! He set the controller down and slowly went to the door.

Just to be sure, he grabbed a .38 and held it behind him. “Who’s there?” he asked, rather irritated.

“It’s Tyson, dude.”

Salem opened the door and moved the gun to his side.

“Jesus, Elliot.” Rios said with a smile.

“Well you can’t be too sure right?” he replied.

“Don’t you get enough of that shit?” he laughed, pointing at the paused game.

“Well, this isn’t just any ordinary game, wanna try?” he asked him.

“Nah, listen I know it’s late but I really have some things I need to talk about with you.” He spoke as he sat down and looked around. “Wow I haven’t been here in months.”

Elliot nodded and shut his game off. “Anything I can get you?”

“I don’t drink anymore Elliot. Ice water is fine.” He asked very politely.

Salem moved quickly to oblige. “Alright then. Well, I’m going to throw something else on, be right back."

“Hey don’t mind me, I’ve came here to talk to you not stare at you. But hey if I swung that way…” Rios teased.

Salem blushed a little bit, but he tried to hide it, “Okay about that water for you.”

“When did you pierce those nipples of yours?” Rios yelled jokingly. There was no reply. “Hey I’m your friend you can tell me anything!”

He was clearly trying to break the ice, the truth was they used to be the closest of friends and Rios especially felt bad about them growing apart.

A few moments passed and Salem came back with ice water and a fitted black t-shirt. The decal was distressed but it had a Clyde mask on it.

“Oh shit why would you wear that?” Rios said nearly spitting his drink out upon noticing it.

“Hey the guy was bad ass okay?” Salem responded, his arms out at his sides, mildly defensive.

They both swung a few fists at each others arms lightly.

“Okay so what is it Tys?” Salem said, falling back on the leather arm chair in front of Rios.

“Well kid I just wanted to say I’m here for you 100%, and I missed you too, and I’m sorry. This mission is the most dangerous yet. Got that? I’m not going to be down in the same area as you. I’m a better sniper and you’ve become much better with hand-to-hand so they think you are better down in it, got it?” he stopped, and looked Salem in the eyes.

“I follow you boss.” Salem replied. His hand cupped over his mouth, he was in deep thought.

“Okay I think you might like this set up better to be honest -- you always did. I just won’t be down there to pull you out. You’ll have another medic, the one guy you trained, he’s good but he ain’t me. That’s all I got.” Rios spoke.

Salem nodded. He had a spark of excitement in his eyes. “I look forward to this.”

“Yeah I just don’t want anything happening to you.” He paused, “well I better get going so you can sleep or get back to your game.” Rios stood after he finished his water. He walked to the kitchen and set his glass down.

Everything was remarkably clean, the whole apartment.
“You got yourself a lil girl or something?” Rios asked, with an amused look.

“Does it look like I do? I’m playing a video game at 1:30, half naked--you know I don’t dumb ass!” Salem retorted as he pushed him pretty hard.

Rios grabbed Salem by the arms and pulled him in to a bear hug and laughed.

“Hey I’m kidding.” Rios said.

He held him there in his arms for a few moments, feeling his chest rise and fall against his own. Eventually the playful anger subsided. Salem was strong as an ox, but his strength didn’t quite match Rios’. Salem briefly rested his head on Rios’ shoulder. He didn’t know if he should hold him back or not so he let his arms stay down. He was more confused than anything.

“Aw you are so tired Elliot, let me tuck you in.” Rios whispered as he messed Salem’s long feathered strands of hair up a little with one hand. His hair smelled of mint and spice, it was very relaxing and pleasant. His skin smelled wonderful, faintly of cinnamon surprisingly.

“I’m getting a hair cut tomorrow.” Salem said, as he lifted his head up again and stepped back a little.

“Aw don’t get too much taken off, you have such nice hair! I don’t have any patience for hair.” Rios laughed.

“Nah just enough to make a nice faux-hawk. It’ll give me that slick-assassin look. I’m going to look bad-ass.” Salem said, halk-jokingly.

“Oh I know you will.” Rios replied.

“Hey you are welcome to stay if you want, it’s no big deal to me, we used to hang out all hours back in the day...” Salem’s voice trailed off as he saw Rios head for the door. “I don’t know maybe ya have someone waiting for you?”

“Me? Hah.” He shook his head a little bit, as he walked back toward Salem. He folded his arms around Salem. “I really don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said quietly, with the side of his face pressed against Salem’s forehead.

Salem finally raised his arms, almost awkwardly, and returned the embrace. After a moment, Rios took a small step back, he slipped his index finger under Salem’s chin and their eyes locked “Something tells me this isn’t a “Bro” moment.” Salem said, emphasizing the word “bro”.

“No.” Rios said, as he closed the gap between them once more. This time their lips met, a faint brush at first then Salem pressed his mouth desperately against Rios’. Rios moved his hands from Salem’s shoulders down to his well-muscled hips, and finally one hand cupped around one hard muscular butt cheek.

Rios cheated and opened one eye, it was sweet seeing Salem with his eyes shut so tightly. It was almost unreal, he would have never imagined, he would be doing this with another man, let alone his best friend. The truth was he loved Salem, and for quite sometime it was far more then just a “bro”.

As he squeezed Salem’s tight rear, Salem arched into the kiss even more and let the breath out of his nostrils as he moaned softly. That little noise drove Rios over the edge, he kissed him harder, and then broke the kiss off. Salem looked surprised, “What’s going on?”

Rios knew he wouldn’t be able to sweep Salem up in his arms and carry him. “I think it’s bedtime for you kid.”

“Wha?” Salem said with a look of bewilderment.

Salem stared at him for a whole minute and then walked towards his bed.
Out of nowhere Rios tackled him, unfortunately they missed the bed and fell with a heavy thud to the ground.

“Damn it Tys!” Salem shouted, hitting Rios in the back with his fist, Rios was holding him around the waist and laughing.

He maneuvered things and straddled Salem, and pinned his wrists loosely above his head.

“Hey you don’t have to hold me back big Daddy.” Salem panted, still catching his breath.

Rios chuckled as he went in to kiss the side of Salem’s neck. If they were going to dance around the line, might as well cross it all the way.

“I’ve been wanting to call you that for so long Tys.” Salem whispered as Rios bit at his earlobe.

Rios let one wrist go and Salem fumbled at Rios’ belt. “Wow you are going right for it aren’t you?” Rios said quickly looking at Salem’s hand.

Salem made no reply. Rios released his other hand and sat up on his knees, Salem followed the lead and sat up, he cupped his hand around the back of Rios’ neck. He brushed his lips like feathers against the skin of Rios’ neck.

“Well damn you sure know how to make a man hot.” Rios replied, pushing him back down firmly. “Elliot, I’ve never been with a man before so I’m, um a little unsure of some things.”

They held each other for a moment first. “I can’t believe how much hell we’ve been through you know that?” Salem said. Rios nodded.

Just as Rios went to remove his shirt, his cell phone rang. He ignored it, but when it rang again he checked the number and then cursed under his breath.

“Shit Elliot I have to go. Someone tried to hack our system moments ago.” Rios said shaking his head and gathering himself.

“Damn it. Is there anything I can do?” Salem asked.

“No, please try not to worry. Get some rest. We’ll continue this some…other time. Good night…babe.” Rios said. He kissed him and left hurriedly.

The day arrived. Salem assembled the team, guns were ready to blaze, adrenaline was sky high and boots were tightly laced. His hair was awesome and spiked up in a little faux-hawk like he wanted. Rios had his usual unmovable cold-hearted countenance going on. It was time to kick ass. They dropped them in by chopper, everyone knew where to go. Unfortunately, something went terribly wrong right from the start.

A missile came from out of nowhere destroying the chopper and killing nearly half the team. Rios’ designated cover spot was demolished. Plan B was instated and nearly as effective. They completed the mission and needed to wait for Evac. Suddenly random team members started disappearing, so Salem ordered a regroup, he was severely angered and dismayed when he saw that out of the 16 only 5 showed up. Rios was on the other side and reported in just fine.
“Holy shit what happened?” Salem shouted over the chaos.
“No clue Sir!” one of the soldiers replied, removing his sunglasses.
Suddenly one of the soldiers lunged with unbelievable speed at another soldier and stabbed him in the throat.
“What the fuuuck??” one guy yelled. Blood spurted everywhere as the uniformed attacker tore into everyone around him with vicious precision.

He was only a few feet away from Salem, he lunged at him taking him down with extreme force, Salem shot at him but it was far too late, he missed his shoulder by a few inches, still a fairly impressive attempt.

The attacker was wearing a black ski mask and gloves, the rest of his uniform was pretty standard and that is how he blended in with the rest of the special ops team. Salem fought with him, but his strength was unmatchable. He used both hands to stop the hand holding the knife as he lowered it down toward Salem’s throat. He heard Rios’ voice over his walkie-talkie, “Salem, if you hear this get the hell out of here, take cover… whatever, they fuckin’ got me!”

Salem’s last bit of adrenaline kicked in and managed to bend the attacker’s hand around in a painful position. He pushed the man off him as best he could and scrambled to his feet, the knife flew past him, missing his face only by a hair. He could hear the man shout like a crazed beast under the mask. The veins stood out in the man’s muscular scarred and tattooed arms. He didn’t want to run like a bitch so he kicked the guy in the face, the guy staggered back for only a second. They parried and fought for what seemed like a long time, explosions and bloodshed all around them. Finally the savage drew back and punched him, just two swings and Salem blacked out, slowly he fell back.
“Fuck, good shot.” Salem said, hardly louder than a whisper.

The attacker straddled him, and pulled his mask off.

“No way.” Salem said. As his eyes focused more he realized who it was….

With one leather gloved hand, he grabbed Salem by the collar of his vest and forced him close and he drew his fist back.

All he could remember was the crushing pain of the fist connecting with his face, and then searing light…then darkness.

“Salem…wake up!” a loud, familiar voice shouted.

His head was spinning as he blinked a few times. Thankfully the lighting was very dim so his eyes didn’t take long to adjust. His head hurt so bad, and his arms, as soon as he felt them, felt like they were broken. He regained consciousness and realized he was hand cuffed and sitting on a chair in an empty room that resembled a warehouse or storage room. Beaten, exhausted and angry, he adjusted his jaw till it snapped back into place all the way.

When he licked his lower lip he tasted the salty traces of blood. He ached everywhere, basically he got his ass kicked, and he was not accustomed to that.

“So sugar, you have a nice nap?” the gruff voice asked.

“Who the fuck said that?” Salem said, wincing as he strained to look around.

Someone stepped out of the shadows, it was him alright. It wasn’t the concussion or heat stroke.

“How did you survive Clyde? You must be one mean bastard.” Salem said.

“You have no idea, Elliot. You fucked with the wrong guy.” Clyde rasped.

“I was only doing my job.” Salem replied.

“Oh so was I. And I didn’t finish it…” he snapped.

“Where’s Rios?” Salem asked.

“My team’s got him, and if you don’t cooperate he’s fuckin’ dead, got it?” Clyde said, a little smile curled up on the corners of his scarred lips. “There are some things that he told you, I need to know those things...now.”

“What the hell do you want? He never told me what he knows. I just did the training and the dirty work.” Salem told him, moving his wrists around in the tight cuffs.

“Oh you know enough. I need to know a few things like some passwords and where Rios lives. Then I need to kill a few people. You walk if this goes well.” Clyde said, getting right in his face.

“What if it doesn’t.” Salem said, giving him that piercing gaze.

“Well you better pray it does.” He said as he grabbed Salem by the chin and glared at him.

“Hey can I say something Clyde? I’m sorry I kicked you out of that window. I always thought you were a bad-ass. I just wish you weren’t always such an asshole to me.” Salem said quietly.

“What the hell was that compliment for?” Clyde said, releasing him. The smile only grew a little wider though.

“I just had to get that out there, before you kill me because I don’t know any passwords. I really don’t know anything - we deliberately kept combat and technical business separate just in case. I mean I could tell you where he lives but you have him already. Oh yeah and please don’t kill Rios.” Salem said, mostly succumbing to pain and exhaustion at the moment.

“Well that was pointless. I guess I should just kill you now. I must say I didn’t think you were so good at kissing ass. I was a little impressed with your fighting skills though. No one gets away from me. It’s almost sad that you’re going to be killed so fucking easily.” Clyde said.

“Yeah fucking right!” Salem was getting angry again. He was in excruciating pain. He struggled in the chair, until finally he managed to break it, quickly he tried to stand. Clyde kicked his leg out from under him though.

Removing the broken chair completely, Clyde watched intently as Salem crawled a little, before he was on his feet again.

“Why don’t you uncuff me and I’ll show you a real fight, asshole.” Salem shouted.

Clyde laughed a little.

“Elliot look at you. You are still bleeding, and ready to fall over. Okay, go over in that room, get cleaned up, if you lose this time, I’m beating you to death. Got it cupcake?”

“Yeah I got it.” Salem said. He walked in to the small room over on the far left. It took a long time to get all cleaned up and ready. He looked pretty battered and bruised but with all blood gone and a nice drink of water he felt considerably better.

He walked in to the large room again and they jumped right into combat yet again. Fists were flying and adrenaline was soaring.

The final blow was when Clyde caught one of Salem’s punches and then socked him right in the ribs. Salem doubled over and coughed up blood.

“Oh damn it.” Salem said, holding his head in his hands, he felt blind. He fell down on his ass.

“What did I mess your hair up?” Clyde said, wiping blood from his lips. “Sorry baby your number is called.”

“Please Clyde.” Salem said as he raised his hands up feebly. Clyde got on top of him again, and with mocking gentleness laid him down. Then he took out his knife.

“I can’t wait to cut up that pretty face of yours first.” He whispered.
Salem found himself holding the knife back again.

“Stop Clyde.” He begged. He said it a few times, until he was breathless.

Suddenly Clyde stopped trying to cut him in the face. He cut him on the chest, a few times but not too deep. Salem let a small cry out.

“Wow, hardly a flinch, I’m impressed,” he smiled.

Red blood seeped through the black cloth quickly. Clyde stared at the blood on his hands with a hidden glee in his eyes.

“Fucking psycho.” Salem whispered. He struggled, almost getting away again. Clyde took his knife and cut Salem’s shirt off. Then he cast his knife aside.

“No- you’re the one who killed me.” He said to Salem.

“I- told you I was sorry.”

“I’ll make sure you are Elliot.” Clyde said.

Salem fought with him and once again ended up in handcuffs.

“Well clearly you have nothing of any use to me, so I guess I have to kill you and Rios.” Clyde said folding his arms.

“No! You can’t do that. If it’s revenge then you just need my life right?” Salem said, sitting up against the wall.

“No sweetheart, my revenge is always epic.” Clyde replied as he walked up to Salem and sat next to him.

Salem looked over at him and made eye contact with him.

“You are the only person that can look me right in the eye.” Clyde said. “Quite honestly, I’m not sure I like it.” He ran his hand through his Mohawk and looked back at Salem again.

Salem continued to look at him, he had a look of pleading in his eyes though. He was so tired that he accidently fell to the side and his head landed on Clyde’s shoulder.

“Tired sugar?” Clyde taunted.

Salem shot upright as best as he could.

“I’m sorry. “ Salem frowned. “I’m damned tired. Hey I can sleep when I’m dead right?”

Clyde looked at him for a few moments, he read his tattoos a little, then he knelt in front of him, almost making himself level with him. He pressed the palms of his hands to Salem’s shoulders and forced him against the wall. Salem was alerted by this.

“I need some information. Where does he keep that silver laptop?”

“I don’t know.” Salem replied as he bowed his head.

Clyde hooked his index finger under Salem’s chin and lifted his face upward.

“Yes, you do!” he shouted.

Salem needed this to end, Clyde wasn’t killing him, fighting wasn’t working, he didn’t have the information he needed and he was at his wits end. He did the last and only thing he could think of….
He drew up on his knees, Clyde moved accordingly, staying close.

“Okay come here.” Salem rasped.

Clyde drew near, but cautiously.

Salem planted his lips right on Clyde’s. He was waiting for a heavy blow to the face, or maybe even a knife to the throat. There was nothing he could do but it didn’t matter at this point. He kept his eyes shut, and moved his mouth with grace, pouring all he could in to the desperate kiss.

Clyde didn’t draw back like expected.

He held Salem so tight that he could hardly breathe. When their lips parted, Salem was nearly gasping for air.

An evil little smile spread across his scarred face, “Why would you do that sugar?” he asked.

“Well I wanted to grab a kiss before death.” Salem replied.

“I see. Well that was the first one I can remember. That was sweet Salem. Sadly I can’t do sweet, baby. I never pictured myself doing anything but if I would do anything it wouldn’t be sweet. Not to say I didn’t enjoy it.” Clyde told Salem. Salem had second thoughts and tried to run, but Clyde had him.

“Shh.” Clyde told him, holding up a leather gloved index finger over his own mouth. He had him completely entangled in some intricate CQC setup.

“If I choose to have my way with you there’s nothing you can do anyway. I think this might be what I wanted all along too. I guess I couldn’t quite figure out just how I felt about you until now. I guess that would explain why I hate you so much…and why I love you so much. I bet you probably never stopped thinking about me. Did you? Aw it all makes sense now, you even cut your hair and styled it a little like me…” his voice trailed off.

He loosened his grip and again Salem tried to run. “Aw you’re only making things hard for yourself...and harder for me.” He laughed a little. Clyde lunged at him again and wrapped his strong arms around his waist, there was a lot of fighting at first, until finally Salem had no strength left at all. Clyde saw to it that in time Salem was void of all garments save for his boots. Quickly Salem, with cuffed hands covered his manhood. Clyde stood up and stared down at him. “Damn you’re a work of art. Beautiful.” He said.

“Well if I was in my right mind I’d normally say fuck off but right now it’s fuck you.” Salem said, grumpy and extremely uneasy.

Clyde removed his shirt, “Death Comes” was tattooed across his built chest along with tons of other things. “You’ll get the whole show some other time baby.” He said.

“Again fuck you.” Salem said.

Clyde punched Salem in the face, blooding his lip and nose.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry.” Clyde said, laughing sadistically as he held Salem. He kissed him on the side of his neck, and trailed the kisses up his ear. Salem’s eyes opened a little wider as he was surprised by this little bit of affection. The kisses turned to bites, almost drawing blood. The warm breath at his neck was comforting though. Clyde placed his hand on Salem’s lower back and the other hand was cupped around the back of his neck. His lips found their way to Salem’s busted lip. Salem drew in a sharp little breath when Clyde pressed his lips a little harder against the soft, freshly injured flesh. He tasted the blood as it flowed freely. Clyde didn’t seem to care about hurting him. His wrists hurt unbearably and he wanted it all to be over. Salem tensed up as Clyde’s hands replaced his own.

“You know Elliot if I can get you to cry we’d have all the lubrication we need.” He said, almost whispering in Salem’s ear.

“You sick bastard.” Salem snapped and he struggled again.

Clyde grabbed Salem by the throat and squeezed. “You have no idea sweetheart. Now this, this is a whole no venue for me. Killing is all I know. You bring something out of me. You always have. I never realized it…till now. This is going to be amazing. I promise you that.”

He felt Salem’s pulse at his fingertips, his heartbeat raced. Salem raised his handcuffed hands and tried to pry Clyde’s hands off but it was impossible.

“Damn you.” He gasped.

“I’m trying to think of ways to make you cry.” Clyde told him as he finally released his throat. Deep red marks remained on Salem’s soft white flesh. Salem sputtered and panted for air, rubbing his neck as he did so. Long strands of brown hair fell in to his face.

Clyde stood and looked down on him. “Here why don’t you kiss my boot?”

“What the hell?” Salem rasped.

“Just fucking do it.” Clyde demanded.

Salem lying flat on one side, obeyed. Covering himself again, he kissed one of Clyde’s boots.

“Wow okay that was hot. Here I have an idea. This boot needs a good lick.” He said with an evil little smile.

Salem glared up at Clyde.

“Look at those pretty eyes, they sparkle like sapphires, you know that?” Clyde told him, half-mockingly, half- sincerely.

Salem dragged his pierced pink tongue up Clyde’s black leather boot. Clyde remained completely serious. “Very nice babe, you didn’t even make the leather wet.”

“Damn you got me so aroused now.” Clyde told him. He quickly got on top of Salem and he could feel Clyde’s arousal against his naked thigh.

All at once Salem was alert as he heard the cell phone ringing.

“Ah shit.” Clyde nearly spat the words, as he stood up.

“Talk to me.” He said.

He took several steps away.

There was a long pause, “Okay and what the hell do you want me to do, come baby-sit for you? You’re a grown-ass man! Tranq him and take the day off okay?” Clyde angrily bit at his lower lip.

Salem saw his abs and his arms tense up as he spoke, “I’m getting all the intel I need from this little prick here. Yeah and it’s boss to you got that? I’ll get back in contact with you tomorrow.”

Clyde closed the phone and stared off into the distance for a moment.

“Alright party is over babe, at least for now.”

Salem was struggling to get on his feet. Clyde went over and hooked his hand under Salem’s arm and lifted him up. He went over and gathered up all of Salem’s attire, and headed for the door.

There was a black duffle bag right at the door, from which he removed a mask. He put it on, it was his trademark mask with the Glasgow grin and blackened eyes. He dialed on his phone, “Okay, ready.”

Salem had a difficult time but he got all of his lower half clothed and his boots all in place. His shirt was not salvageable.

“Okay come here.” Clyde said, beckoning.

Salem was so slow in listening that Clyde impatiently walked up to him and flung him over his shoulder.
He placed something on the table and left, carrying Salem over his shoulder. Salem was stunned that he could be carried like that.

A door was flung open and bright sunlight poured in, a handful of men came rushing in. The last one wore a red cap, and rushed right up to Clyde, “Sir, it’s all set. What did you need us to do?”

“Just a clean sweep. Then you’ll be paid. Hey you got any tranq shots?” Clyde asked him, setting Salem down. Salem could hardly stand on his own two feet at that point.

“What --for him boss?” the guy nearly laughed.

“He’s faking. And don’t fucking question me!” Clyde shouted.

“Ah yes of course.” The guy stopped the medic and got out a sterile needle. Salem was injected with some strong sedative.

Salem saw a little smile form on Clyde lips. Salem knew Clyde was up to something evil but he was far too drugged to say anything. He nearly fell in to Clyde’s arms.

Clyde walked to the helicopter as the building exploded behind him. The pilot jumped out and ran at him and he shot him right in the head in cold blood. Clyde set Salem in the chopper and then dragged the pilot back in to the chopper. Then he set up the sniper rifle and waited to see if anyone came running out of the building for a few minutes. Sure enough one man came running out. One shot from Clyde took him down.

“Wow Clyde you’ll never change will you?” Salem asked, drifting in and out of consciousness.

Clyde laughed under his breath. “Consider yourself lucky to be alive.”

He started up the chopper and as he flew over the burning building he dropped the pilot and his sniper rifle over the edge.

“Where are you taking me?” Salem asked.

Clyde didn’t answer him.

Or maybe Salem didn’t hear him, he blacked out.

Next thing he saw was a white ceiling.

He felt something soft under his fingertips and he wasn’t cold anymore. Everything felt soft and warmer. His shoes were gone and he was still wearing the same things he was wearing before.
His eyes focused and he realized he was in a hotel room or was it a very tidy apartment? A door in front of him opened, Clyde walked in wearing a pair of black boxers, he was drying his hair with a small blue towel, in his other hand he was talking on his cell phone.

“I’ll have to explain it later. This just didn’t fucking go as planned but I’m going to get some important information.” He said.

He set the phone down and rested his hands down on the dresser briefly, and exhaled. He cast the towel aside.

“Well you’re up a little earlier than expected.” Clyde said, looking down on Salem. His black makeup smeared around his eyes.

“How long was I out?” Salem whispered.

“About 5 hours, usually should take ya down 7 or 8. I know I’m breaking torture protocol but if you like go ahead and clean up. Take 15. After that if I don’t get any answers, Rios life is on the line. No more fuckin’ around Elliot.” Clyde said to him, a completely serious look on his face.

Salem looked up at him, half-dazed and then slowly he sat up. After collecting his thoughts for a moment, he stood up and went in to the restroom. “You’ll find everything you need in there, including a pair of clean boxers, we wear the same size I’m sure of that. And don’t be a fucking sissy about it, their obviously washed.” Clyde shouted at him as he dialed on his cell phone.

Salem didn’t even look back at him, he just shut the door.

About 13 minutes later Salem came out all cleaned up, he even shaved, leaving the little bit of hair just under his lower lip just how he liked.

“Damn you cleaned up nice. Okay over there.” Clyde said, pointing to the bed.

“You’re going to interrogate me on the bed?” Salem asked, flexing his pecs as a sort of display of defiance.

“I told you Elliot I’m not dicking around. I have a boss to talk to in the morning.” Clyde said. His lips drawn tight.

“Okay tell me this, what’s in it for you? It’s not personal revenge obviously. You would have just shot me in the head.” Salem asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well some of it is revenge, some of it’s a shit load of money. I’m going to take you two down, baby. No more questions.” By the end of the sentence he was shouting.

Salem shook his head and messed his hair up deliberately spiking it up a little in the center with his fingers.

Clyde pounced on him, and pinned him down by the forearms. “Listen to me I need to know where that silver laptop is got that?”

Salem turned his face away from Clyde.

“You’re going to tell me or I’m going to order the hit now.” Clyde whispered in Salem’s ear.

He looked longingly at the side of Salem’s face, his gaze traveled down his neck a little.

“Tell me.” He brought his hips flush with Salem’s, their pelvis’ met.

Salem still didn’t respond at all he just stared off in to the distance. Clyde shifted a bit and rubbed his thigh against Salem’s inner thigh and slowly traveled up until it grazed Salem’s manhood. Salem tried to break free and after several attempts, Clyde let him free. Immediately Clyde placed his hand on Salem’s inner thigh and let it travel up, Salem went to stop him, but his hands were up to so much. He grabbed Salem’s cock through the boxers and even with such harsh hands he managed to work a very pleasurable rhythm. Salem moved both his hands to Clyde’s chest and tried to push him off. Clyde’s put his lips to the side of Salem’s neck, just under his ear and kissed him. The warmth from his soft lips gave him a sense of security, though false it was good enough for the time being. The protests ended, and Salem’s hands dropped. He arched into Clyde’s diligently working hand. Biting his lower lip, he finally turned his face in Clyde’s direction. Clyde rested his free hand on the side of Salem’s face for a moment and stared in to his eyes as they sparkled.

“Tell me Elliot.” He whispered.

“I-I can’t Phillip.” Salem replied with pleading eyes.

A devilish little smile formed on Clyde’s thin lips just then. He cupped his one hand menacingly around Salem’s throat. He ran his thumb up and down his adam’s apple and then started to gently squeeze the yielding flesh.

“Please.” Salem gasped, he was getting so close.

Clyde increased the movement of his hand around Salem’s large and completely hardened manhood. He’d slow down to a near stop, just to drive him over the edge.

He could feel Salem’s pulse race and slow at his finger tips as his did this.

Salem turned away in an attempt to hide his shame and his abs tensed as he prepared to climax.

Clyde stopped jerking him off completely, but kept his other hand around his neck, slightly depriving him of oxygen. At any moment he could have turned it in to a full-fledged attack.

“Fuck-- don’t stop. Please... please..” Salem panted, sitting up. Ignoring the hand around his neck, he planted desperate kisses all over Clyde’s neck and face. Clyde loosened his grip around Salem’s neck completely, he enjoyed the begging immensely. It was a reaction he didn’t expect at all. Salem went to touch Clyde’s crotch but Clyde gripped him by the wrist. He felt himself growing a little weak to all the kisses and all the wet and the heat that Salem was generating. So much energy, it was overpowering and his scent; it was like cinnamon. Salem’s kisses became more angry and even more hungry. Clyde gripped him by the back of the neck and pulled him back, he bit him on the neck as they sank back onto the bed. Once again, their hips grinding, hard muscles pressing against one another as their lips locked. Clyde had to fight for control repeatedly.

Clyde lost control though. He lost control of himself. Salem flipped him over and for a second looked at the long scars on Clyde’s forearms. Then he straddled him, Clyde didn’t like the idea at all. Salem gripped Clyde’s large cock that was already getting hard and took it in to his mouth. He teased the underside of it with the barbell in his tongue. It all happened so fast. Clyde propped himself up on his elbows and let Salem continue. He took Clyde’s manhood in deep and he dragged his teeth just a little bit on the tender skin as he pulled it out. Clyde grit his teeth as he did so but he loved it.

“Okay babe that’s perfect.” Clyde told him, his tone hardly matched just how aroused he was. He just didn’t want to show it.

He grabbed Salem but the arm and flung him on the bed before him, then climbed on top of him.

“Take ‘em off Elliot.” He ordered.

Salem obeyed. And immediately Clyde positioned himself between his legs.

“I have to admit, I’m scared. I’ve never done this in my life till now..” Salem said quietly.

Clyde didn’t answer him. He readied himself, jerking himself off just a few times, then he touched Salem’s cock a few times.

He placed the head of his manhood at Salem’s love hole for a moment, it was hot but needed a little stretch. He spat on his hand a few times, as he grew impatient. He thrust his fingers into Salem multiple times. Salem cried out and then panted a few times.

“Oo I like those little noises you make.” Clyde said as he winked at Salem. He looked so malevolent with his black makeup smeared and running around his eyes and the scars on each corner of his mouth, and now he was not only torturing Salem but he was more or less raping him.
Salem tried so hard to man up and stop whining, but it was way too difficult. It was breaking him.

“So babe, tell me, where does he keep that laptop?” Clyde asked, thrusting his fingers in hard.

Salem bit his lip and it bled a little but he didn’t answer.

Clyde began to use a third finger.

“Oh GOD, alright!!” Salem cried out. A few tears fell from his eyes.

Clyde retracted his hand, there was blood on his fingers, and quite a bit at that. As he dragged his hand up the side of Salem’s thigh, the blood left a mark on his skin.

He continued to stroke Salem’s manhood.

“He has a new one each mission. But there a main back up one he keeps in his office. He also has a back up drive he entrusts to someone else…”Salem said as the tears subsided.

“Very good Elliot. Now who has the backup files?” Clyde asked.

“I can’t say. Please.” Salem whispered.

Clyde readied his manhood and slowly drove it into Salem. Salem struggled a little, but Clyde worked him over nicely and it took the pain level down just enough. As soon as he reached the half way point he thrust in all the way.

Salem gasped, “Oh fuck.” He panted. Clyde drew in and out cautiously a few times first and then picked up the pace. He found himself wanting to kiss Salem a few times, so he’d pull out and go down to kiss him. He could taste the tears that ran down and touched Salem’s lips.

Eventually he had Salem broken in pretty well, he was going in to the hilt and he was screwing him hard. They were both out of breath, Salem mostly due to the high pain levels.
Clyde was near his peak and he thrust in for a final time. Trembling, he drew in a sharp breath through his teeth and came inside Salem. Salem could feel the warm seed spill inside him. He neglected Salem for a moment as this happened, but after a second of recovery he was back at his task, using both hands he teased and messaged Salem’s cock until he could hardly hold back.

A little moan escaped Salem’s throat and his whole body shook. He reached out for Clyde, and Clyde pulled him close with his other arm, and held him. Salem came all over his own chest.

He breathed heavy for a few minutes as he collapsed on the bed.

Clyde had to wash all of Salem’s blood off himself, he was surely a virgin.

Salem laid there staring up at the ceiling, realizing he just betrayed his only friend.

“Babe, you might want to clean up you’re bleeding a hell of a lot.” Clyde said as he came back in to the room a few minutes later.

Salem was hardly able to stand and surprisingly Clyde helped him. He spent quite some time cleaning up.

“First time eh?” Clyde asked him as Salem came back in to the room and literally collapsed on to the bed. He threw his arm over his eyes.

“What the fuck does it matter to you?...But yeah of course.” He replied.

“Well if it matters at all to you, I’ve never screwed anyone.” Clyde told him.

“Well a psycho like you probably doesn’t get out much.” Salem rasped.

“Don’t make me come over there.” Clyde said.

Salem ached thoroughly, all the drugs that were shot into him had worn off.

“Well I’m going to be right back. You sleep.” Clyde said, he walked over to Salem and took him by the wrist. Salem look at him with tired eyes. “You’re a real fuckin’ fox you know that?” Clyde added.

“I would have never imagined you swinging that way Phillip. But I must say you’re pretty fucking hot…in a scary dangerous way, but I’m addicted to danger.” He told him.

Clyde leaned down and stole a wet little kiss. It was a distraction so he could cuff Salem’s wrist to the bed post.

“Damn it!” Salem shouted.

“Hey look it’s a few cuffs linked so you can put your arm down just enough. All nice and comfortable, sweetheart.” Clyde said as he slapped the side of Salem’s face just a little too hard.

Clyde got dressed in full tactical gear and left. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to Salem one last time, Salem was drifting in and out of sleep, but he saw Clyde look at him and puff his lips up a little to form a “kissy” face at him.

Salem could hardly fall asleep though, he was worrying about what Clyde was up to. Was Rios still in danger? What was going to happen to the corporation they worked so hard to build? Who was he working for? Soon he found himself having nightmares as he submitted to exhaustion.

The next thing he saw was Clyde climbing into the bed next to him. “I don’t give a shit if this makes me a fucking sissy, I’m sleeping in my own bed, and I’m not risking uncuffing you.” He said defensively.
“Hey I didn’t say a fucking thing Phillip.” Salem said, still tired.

“When did we start this reciprocation of first name calling?” Clyde asked him, staring up at the ceiling.

“Um right as you were nailing me.” Salem replied, looking him.

“Hm fair enough. I guess I’m not used to hearing my first name.” he answered, looking back, but avoiding eye contact for some reason.

“So what happened?” Salem asked.

“Murray is no more.” Clyde said very calmly.

“What?? You killed our coordinator?? She was our friend!” Salem tried to sit up as best he could, he was nearly shouting.

“Shh don’t act surprised I figured she was the backup.” He said, with a little smile on his face.

“You are pretty fucking pleased aren’t you? Well, I’m the backup bastard!” Salem shouted. Then he shut his mouth and looked very nervous. “Oh shit.” He whispered.

“Oh see now the trust is shaken babe.” Clyde said, sitting up. “I was supposed to kill her anyway though. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? So you do know more then you let on…”

“Oh shit I-I don’t it’s mission to mission I don’t know anything of current importance…” Salem said moving back as Clyde edged toward him.

“How’d you kill her?” Salem asked him, with deep concern.

”Oh it was simple. Sniper rifle from max range did all the talking.”

“Why didn’t you try to get information off of her? Why the hell are you torturing me?” Salem asked him.

Clyde proceeded to straddle him, “I did, she wasn’t very smart and I remembered when I worked with you all, she always wore that little 512 flash drive around her neck, sure enough, it was on her tonight. Apparently it’s next to useless since the backup is underneath me now, drawing breath. My orders are to kill everyone but Rios babe.”

“Well hell, this isn’t my lucky day is it Daddy?” Salem asked.

“Yeah I never fail a mission, even if it means beating death itself.” Clyde replied as he slowly moved his hands to Salem’s throat.

“Wait!” Salem said, frightened and struggling. “Can you just shoot me? I really don’t want to suffocate.”

“Sorry Elliot that’s too messy.” Clyde responded coldly.

“You really like strangling me don’t you?” Salem asked.

Clyde stood up and disappeared briefly. As he returned he was placing his leather gloves on he looked and Salem as he pulled them tight. Then he got back on top of him.

“Damn you Clyde!” Salem shouted.

Clyde messaged Salem throat like he did before, almost tickling Salem’s skin and then he slid both hands firmly around his throat and began to squeeze a little at first.

“What do you want?” Salem gasped.

“Nothing now.” Clyde whispered.

He tightened his grip. Salem managed to force himself up, but ended up thrown over the edge, dislocating his own bound arm. Clyde’s hands were temporarily removed from his neck though. Clyde lifted him up and flung him precariously back on the bed then he adjusted Salem’s shoulder. He gasped as Clyde popped his shoulder back into place.

“Don’t make that little noise, I have to kill you and you’re making it hard for me.” Clyde smiled at him.

Salem glared at him. Clyde repositioned himself and this time Salem’s head and one shoulder were hanging over the edge of the bed a little.

“This will make it a little easier.” Clyde told him. He planted kissed along Salem’s jawbone as he squeezed his throat. He had to pin his other hand down. He was struggling a lot even with his head thrown back and one hand bound.

“How many times are you going to try and kill me you bastard?” Salem rasped. Clyde tightened his grip more. Salem looked around the room for anything he could use to stop this, everything was upside down. He had to open his mouth to try and let more air in. Clyde noticed the one hand he was pinning was getting weaker. He lifted him up by the throat and laid him down correctly again and he made it quick.

Clyde covered Salem’s mouth with his own, Salem’s scent began to sweep to over him.

There was no way he was going to fail though. No way.

Clyde sat up still gripping Salem’s throat. This was going to be the end. Salem feebly lifted his free hand and scratched and punched at his hands. For once Clyde didn’t want to look at the dying face in front of him. Salem was fading and he could feel it. The most horrific thing about it was, he felt like he was getting aroused. He soon realized it was because of who it was and not what was happening.

“Phil-“

He took his hands away quickly.

The marks were almost purple on Salem’s skin.

“Fuck! Elliot!” Clyde uncuffed him and pulled him up in to his arms.

Salem was limp in his embrace but drawing labored breaths.

Clyde shook him a little, then rocked him back and forth, holding him close.

All he could do was swear under his breath as he held Salem.

Salem coughed and began to move around suddenly. He rubbed his throat, and sputtered for several minutes. Then he jumped out of Clyde’s arms.

Without warning he punched Clyde as hard as he could in the face, then collapsed. Clyde lifted him up on to the bed and arranged him as best he could. His lips were bleeding profusely and after putting Salem to bed, Clyde went to sleep on the couch with a bad headache.

As the sun was rising Clyde suddenly felt a heavy weight on him and warm breath at the side of his face and then on his lips. He opened his eyes quickly. He put one powerful hand on the back of Salem’s head and the other on the small of his back. Their lips met in a gentle and slow kiss. Salem opened his mouth just a little bit to allow passage if Clyde wanted in, and of course he did. Their tongues danced and teased one another. Clyde’s tongue rubbed up against the barbell in Salem’s tongue repeatedly. They both tasted of mint it was very refreshing. Both breathing heavier the more they kissed and the more desperate they became. Clyde moved his hand down more and grabbed Salem’s hard ass. Salem moved one of his hands down and found Clyde’s manhood. It wasn’t difficult, he was well endowed and growing hard.

“You sure you want to do that boy?” he asked him, one side of his scarred mouth curled up into an evil little smile.

Salem didn’t respond he freed Clyde’s cock and began to work him over as they continued to bite and kiss at each other.

After a few moments, Clyde firmly gripped Salem by the wrist and stopped him.

“What’s wrong? I’m I doing something wrong?” Salem asked, looking almost sad.

“No, not at all babe. It feels too good actually. I don’t deserve this. I almost killed you. Why are you doing this?” He asked Salem.

“Because Clyde, you are just doing your job. And I now I realize that you must really like me. But I need your help. I need to be let free.” Salem asked him.

“I’m sorry babe but I can’t fucking do that. You know that. I’m already in so much shit trouble for letting you live.” His voice trailed off.


Salem managed to get a little motion from within the grip and Clyde gave in. Salem was so surprised that he won.

“Fuck, you’re good.” He whispered.

Salem knew this was his chance, if he pleased him, he might get to go free and find Rios. Because he sure as hell couldn’t fight him.

Clyde actually bit his lower lip just a little as Salem worked his magic, alternating between rough and gentle. Then he took the hard cock into his mouth slowly at first, taking him in nearly all the way.

“I don’t deserve this Elliot.” Clyde said sitting up all the way.

They sat staring at one another, Clyde reached out and gently ran his fingers through Salem’s hair for a few moments.

Then Salem leaned forward and touched his lips to Clyde’s just a gentle brush so as not to push him. He kept his lips there to see what the reaction would be. His eyes closed gently, and a few strands of his hair had fallen in to his face. For a brief moment Clyde wanted to crush that beauty, he couldn’t help it. He just had an urge to bruise those perfect lips with his own, and blacken one of those gorgeous almond-shaped eyes, with their feathery lashes that kissed the soft skin below.

He placed his hand on the back of Salem’s head and returned the kiss. He slid his hand up and played around with Salem’s nipple ring. Salem breathed a little heavier as he did so and he edged in closer again. Salem declothed himself entirely and got down on his knees in front of Clyde after the kiss broke off and resumed his task from earlier. Clyde seemed a little uneasy about him doing that but he gave in.

He ran his hands up and down Clyde’s muscular inner thighs as he took Clyde’s manhood into his mouth. He teased the large vein with his tongue piercing till it tickled ever so slightly. Clyde didn’t know what do with all the sensations that overwhelmed him. It was fast becoming almost too much for him, he gripped the couch with one hand and the back of Salem’s head with other. He didn’t have to force Salem down on him, he was already taking him in so deep.

“F-fuck Elliot I’m so close.” He rasped. A small drop glistened from the tip and Salem stopped what he was doing. He spat on his hands and readied himself quickly as he got on top of Clyde.

Clyde looked surprised but he was obviously panting to be finished. Salem had taken him somewhere he had never been. Salem drove Clyde’s cock in like a knife and he let out a soft cry between his teeth. Clyde enjoyed every moment of it.

“You like it rough don’t you?” he whispered.

Salem feverishly nodded as he rode him. Salem pinned Clyde’s wrists in an outstretched fashion on the back of the couch. Clyde looked almost indignantly at first, he’d never been restrained like that before, but he went with it. He had beautiful Elliot holding him by the wrists as he rode him with delicious precision and he didn’t have to do anything.

Salem rode him harder and faster, gasping and letting go of Clyde’s wrists as he fumbled for leverage. Clyde caught him in his arms and kissed him on the neck. Salem felt the hot seed shoot up inside him and the breath release on his neck from Clyde’s warm lips. Clyde wrapped his hand around Salem’s hard cock and slid his palm up and down. After only a few motions, Salem spilled his seed.

“Elliot, I’m going to let you go free.” Clyde said to him.

“Really?” he replied.

Clyde nodded, as they pried away from each other.

“God, I think I might miss you. Does that make me gay now?” Clyde joked. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“Well nothing actually. I guess you just always had it in for me?” Salem said as he walked over to get cleaned up.

Clyde never could tell him about his violent tendencies he felt toward him even during their more tender moments. He was a psycho and that would never change.

It was parting time. They were both ready to go do whatever it was they needed to do. Clyde was in his battle gear and Salem borrowed something semi-casual that Clyde wouldn’t miss.

“Well Salem I have a feeling I’ll see you again.” Clyde said as Salem walked out.

“Yeah, probably.” Salem replied.

“What a fucked up few days this has been.” Salem thought to himself.


Later that day….

“Look Clyde you did a pretty good job. Not quite living up to your potential but okay. Now what about the pretty one?” the older man asked, smoking a cigar in the dark room asked.

“Who? Alice? She’s deader than hell.” Clyde replied.

“No- Salem. But yeah good job needed her dead too.” He said sitting back in his chair more.

“Yeah I got it all taken care of. What about that big bastard now?” Clyde said pointing to Rios, who was slumped and bound on a couch.

“We had to keep him under for a solid 30 hours now, he’s a tough son of a bitch. I’m sad to shoot him like a dog. Why don’t you let him wake up and then let’s see ya fight him first. Let him go down in style.” The old guy said with a chuckle.

“Well I guess.” Clyde replied, not amused.

“Ah come on don’t think you could take him?” he laughed.

“No I know I could kick his ass.” Clyde said.

“Now remember when we seize all assets it’s all you, I’m working behind the scenes. This company is yours. These two lunk heads really made something of themselves haha!” he continued.

Rios stirred and woke up.

“Holy shit! You bastard. I should’ve known you were in on this. What have you done with Salem?” Rios spat out insult after insult.

“Wow aren’t you a ball of fire.” Clyde replied, not even looking over.

“Hey you! Look at me you fuck!” Rios yelled. “Where is he?”

Clyde didn’t reply.

“How could you kill him? Oh yeah, revenge? He was doing his job you bastard! I wish I killed you instead!” Rios yelled, then he weakened again.

After a few moments of insults and badgering Clyde went over to Rios and punched him in the face. Rios was surprisingly in fairly good shape, just dazed and with a blackened eye. Right as Clyde was going to walk all the back to his boss Rios whispered at him, “You didn’t make him suffer did you? Because you’ll be fucking sorry if you did.”

“What’s going on over there?” The old guy shouted.

“Nothing boss. I got it. He’s being crazy.” Clyde replied.

“You really care about that Salem don’t you?” Clyde asked Rios.

“What?” Rios looked surprised by Clyde’s vaguely sympathetic question. He paused and then replied, “Yes I do-too much in fact.”

Expecting Clyde to tear in to him for the underlying connotation in his statement Rios readied himself. Instead Clyde replied with a quiet little, “I see.”

There were 5 armed men standing close to the old man, guarding him.

“So Clyde what happened out there when the little army you trained was wiped out?” the old guy asked.

“I told you a rebel army saw the bag I was carrying and wanted the fucking money.” He replied.

“Okay and only you survive…” he stopped talking and looked at Clyde.

There was a long moment of silence and Clyde remained stone cold as always

“Well you are Phillip Clyde so I don’t see why that’s so hard to believe!” the guy laughed and everyone relaxed.

Suddenly Clyde started to laugh, a maniacal little cackle, it was rather disturbing. “Well then boss the next thing I do won’t seem so unbelievable either.” He turned to Rios and winked.

Rios’ eyes widened.

“What the hell?” the old guy asked. He drew his gun with lightening speed and shot the old guy right in the face. His brains exploded all over the desk and chair. This gave him just enough distraction time to shoot the next guy in the neck. He drew his knife and threw it, hitting the guy closest to him in the chest. The rest was going on pure luck. He had to find cover. Without warning a few single shots from very far away took one guards’ eye out and while the other jumped out of the way, Clyde grabbed him and broke his neck.

“I see I have a guardian angel.” Clyde said.

“Yeah or it’s the devil.” Rios said.

Clyde walked up to Rios and pointed the gun to his forehead. “Well this is many failed missions right here.” He laughed. “I should’ve killed you long ago. I’m going to enjoy this.”

He felt cold metal on his neck, “Who the hell?” he stopped talking, dropped the gun and turned around. The gun was still pointed at his neck, just under his chin.

“If you’re going to shoot me then fuckin’ do it babe. This is Clyde at work and he’s not nice.” He told him.

“Babe?” Rios said, still on the couch and bound.

“Hey Tys. I’m getting you out of here.” Salem told him.

“Well?” Clyde asked.

“I have no clue what the hell’s wrong with me. I had no problem with killing you before.” He said.

Clyde narrowed his eyes at him a bit. “Pull the trigger Elliot.” He whispered. “It’s me, him or you.”

“Don’t do this.” Salem told him.

Clyde stepped closer to him, pressing the gun in to his flesh. Their bodies were touching at this point. “You know I could’ve kicked your ass by now right?” Clyde told him.

“Probably.” Salem frowned.

Clyde slipped his hand around Salem’s and tried to force his finger to pull the trigger. “You sick bastard.” Salem said. He dropped the gun and they locked in a violent embrace. Clyde grabbed Salem’s ass and squeezed till it hurt. Salem closed his eye tight to hide the pained look on his face. Breathing heavy through their nostrils they kissed for a few moments. Salem stuck his tongue out a little and Clyde tangled his around it.

“I hate to interrupt this brutally bizarre and sickening moment but can you guys get me the fuck out of here?” Rios shouted.

“Oh shit I’m sorry!” Salem said as he pulled away almost hesitantly.

Clyde handed him the keys from the desk. “The only reason I’m not killing this ass is because of you Salem.” He said.

“I was thinking the same thing you fuck.” Rios yelled back.

“Holy shit guys. Please.” Salem said as he bent down to uncuff Rios and Rios avoided his gaze.

“Oh come on Tys.” He said still uncuffing him. He had rope around his shoulders too so it was taking a while. He stopped and hugged him.

“I missed you.” He whispered in Rios’ ear.

The soft lips on his ear were the first bit of tenderness he’d felt in a long time and he relaxed.
Clyde stopped looking outside and went over to Salem, “Come on sweetheart.” He joked and slapped him on the rear. The slap caused Salem to loose ground and he fell on to Rios. Rios caught him, and Salem ended up kissing Rios on the ear or at least his lips connected with his ear.

Rios was unbound and feeling pretty good, he stood up and the first thing he did was punch Clyde in the face. “That’s for abusing Salem.”
Clyde adjusted his jaw. “Finally a real hit to the face. No offense babe.” He laughed.

“Hey!” Salem drew back to hit him and Clyde caught his fist.

“That would have hurt actually.” Clyde told him as he winked.

“So when did you two start screwing?” Rios asked, with an angry look.

“Well let’s see right when he starting torturing the hell out me. It’s very complicated Tys.” Salem replied.

“Maybe I shouldn’t ask then.” Rios interrupted. “You and me have some business between us.” He pointed a threatening finger at Clyde.

Clyde mockingly looked around. “Me?” he laughed. “Okay let’s do this.”

“Isn’t it enough that he died once? And Clyde isn’t it enough that Rios was tortured for days? Come on and call it. It’s fucking over. Whatever happened, has happened.” Salem said.

Rios tackled Salem to the ground and pinned his wrists. “Who’s side are you on?” he shouted.

“Tys? What the hell is wrong with you? I’m with you!” Salem said, not even struggling since it was his best friend.

Clyde decided not to interfere.

Rios had a crazy look in his eye though. “Tys I think you need to relax.”

“Elliot. I should’ve never endangered you like that. I care so much about you.” Rios told him, burying his face in Elliot’s shoulder. “You’ve been through so much hell I’m sure. And now I’ve lost you.”

“What do you mean?” Salem asked.

“You work with him now right?” Rios asked him, still not taking his face from his shoulder.

“No I don’t.” Salem nearly laughed. He tried to shift a little but it was impossible under his massive weight. “I still work for you.”

“I need to talk to Salem before I leave.” Clyde said.

Rios glared at him as he stood up. “I’ll be right outside this room.” He said, still glaring at Clyde.

Clyde looked at with an evil little smile.

“I’ll see sometime soon okay?” Clyde told him as he gripped him by the shoulders.

Salem nodded. “Definitely.”