Spiel mit meiner Gewehr: Army of Two Parody Part 2

Pairing: Clyde/Salem, Rios/Salem, Rios&Clyde/Salem, Rios/Clyde
Summary: A little time has lapsed since Clyde nearly devastated their last PMC operation. Pieces are picked up though and the two are back on track. However, the tension between Rios and Salem builds as Rios’ feelings for Salem grow stronger and more desperate. Unfortunately for Rios, Clyde left quite an impression on the younger man with his last confrontation…
Author’s Note: I worked pretty hard on this one and I feel it reads a little better than the other one. This is an informal sequel to “Bloody Bullets” my other army of two slash fic, please read that one first if you can, or this one won’t make too much sense, unless seeing Salem submit readily seems right. The reason it is not an outright continuation is because I thought that the feel was a little too different then that of “Bloody Bullets”. By “different feel” I mean this just might be one of my VERY rare non, non-con fics! I mean these guys (save for Rios and Clyde) REALLY like each other this time. Please enjoy and PLEASE let me know what you think UNLESS you are going to tell me this is a 2 out of 5 and or yell at me :P.
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Most of the office building was blown to hell. Glass, concrete, debris and corpses littered the ground. Whether these people were corrupt or not it didn’t matter, the point was they were murdered and most of them were unarmed.

“You want to know what I think?” Rios said, letting the barrel of his AK-47 follow his eyes as he looked around sharply.

“What? What do you think old man.” Salem asked him, holstering his “pimped out” Magnum, and looking at what was once the ceiling.

“I think that sick bastard is behind this.” Rios said, lowering his gun and glaring at Salem.

“What the fuck are you looking at me like that for? I don’t know what he’s up to.” Salem said, raising his hands in defense.

“Well the way I see it is nowadays, if he’s not behind you, then he’s behind things like this.” Rios said. He pulled his mask up over his head and let it rest there. He bore a look of pain in his eyes when he said it, his brows drooped a little and his gaze hit the ground. He thought it made him look as if he was in deep thought, but Salem saw through it.

“Okay tough guy. That’s enough.” Salem told him. He walked up to him and roughly threw his muscular arms around his shoulders. “Hey, Tys, listen to me. I’m not going to betray you, okay?”

Rios looked him in the face and nodded.

“Hey-I got you okay?” Salem said, he stepped back and held his gloved hand out.

Rios took his hand in the usual rough way, but he didn’t retract immediately. Salem gave him a confused look. “Tys? What are you...”

Rios pulled him close with such force that Salem could hardly keep his footing, he sort of fell in to Rios’ arms. They bumped chests and Salem’s breath caught in his throat. Rios forced Salem’s mask off and dropped it on the ground, falling with a loud clang on the shattered glass. All Rios wanted was to see Salem smile, the way he used to. And the way the sunlight came in through the rubble it would have been perfect. It would have been a nice offset to Salem’s radiant little smile. Salem surely knew how to set his cold heart on fire. It was odd just how gorgeous Salem was to Rios; he found him dangerously attractive. What a paradox that he was a killing machine and yet so delicate at the same time, Rios saw something faintly frail inside and he wanted to possess whatever that was. Perhaps not possess but protect it, keep it safe from devils like Clyde.

He ran his thumb over Salem lips, those perfect lips. Uninjured or bruised for the first time in a long time, and he wanted so much for that smile to form. The smile that said everything was okay. But after Salem had been with Clyde, he didn’t smile much at all. Did Clyde truly break him? Or did he force him to grow up?

“Tys we have to keep searching for the location of that distress signal…” Salem whispered.

“Please…smile for me.” Rios begged.

“What?” Salem asked him, slightly squinting one eye at Rios.

“Just—please.”

“But I-“ Salem let one side of his mouth curl up a bit and it resembled a pretty decent little smile. It was playful but it would suffice.

“Okay good enough.” Rios said, he went in for a kiss but Salem placed his sturdy hands on Rios’ chest, maintaining a distance between them.

“What are you doing?” Salem asked him, now at normal volume.

Rios let him go and exhaled deeply. He was so aroused, but he had to focus, he hated what Salem did to him without actually doing anything to him.

They geared up again and continued to follow the signal. Suddenly they picked up on two signals, “Damnit, we might need backup.” Rios exclaimed.

“No, we don’t, it might be some sort of crossfire because of the rubble. Or it might be a mistake all together.” Salem said, pressing on.

“Why are you so stubborn?” Rios asked him.

“I think we can do this on our own. Plus, I never give up Tys you know that.” Salem said, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, well on some things, you should.” He snapped.

“What the hell does that mean?” Salem retorted.

Rios didn’t answer him, they kept moving onward.

“Okay I’m calling the shots right now and I have a bad feeling. Just look at this place. I’m calling in a small back up team, two to go with each of us.” Rios said, stopping dead in his tracks.

Salem sighed and shook his head as he lowered his AK-47. In a matter of a few moments, a backup squad came rushing in. They split up into small groups and just as Rios was about to walk away from Salem, he turned to him and said, “Be careful Elliot.”

Elliot saluted him almost sarcastically.

Elliot directed the other two around the corner and a bullet from the left tore right through the woman’s neck. She fell back, landing hard on the ground with a pool of blood spreading quickly around her. Salem and the other soldier, who happened to be a medic, looked around quickly. After things appeared to be clear, Salem directed the medic to inspect her. He shook his head and then ducked for cover.

Salem thought to himself that if he wasn’t the next one dead, that there was a possibility that it was in fact Clyde…or maybe even if it was Clyde he could still be next. He never knew what to expect with him. A very tall man jumped down from some rubble and attacked the medic, it didn’t take much before the medic was down. Salem attempted to take aim and shoot the attacker but it was too risky and it happened far too quickly. The man in a black uniform and ski mask lunged at him, Salem tossed his gun aside and was thrown in to a hand-to-hand combat face-off. After taking only a few hits to the ribs he was able to overpower the enemy and break his neck. It ended in a sickening cracking sound as Salem felt the bones at the base of the masked man’s skull detach in the crook of his own powerful arm. He shook his arms and the joints snapped a few times till they felt good again, then he grabbed up his gun and adjusted his mask. Right as he was about to keep walking a bullet grazed his shoulder, only causing a little burn, mostly damaging his armor a little. He rolled into cover and looked around, seeing no possible place from which that bullet could have come from.

He decided to kill some time, so he removed his mask and ran his gloved hand through his light brown and bleached-highlighted hair; fixing it a little. He wore it shorter because he liked the “faux-hawk” look, it gave him an edge and he could still keep it relatively long at the same time. But recently, he’d let it grow longer, so the style didn’t hold too well. None-the-less it still looked great.

“Well, what the fuck is going on?” he said himself under his breath. He was about to communicate over the little earpiece, when he stood and felt cold metal at the back of his neck. The place was already cold, but the metal felt like ice on his skin.

“Goddamn it.” He said through his teeth as he turned around slowly.

“Do I have to keep kicking your ass boy?” a familiar voice asked him. It was Clyde indeed, and as arrogant as ever. He had his sniper rifle aimed right at him point blank, squinting one eye as if aiming mockingly. He had his usual war paint on around his eyes and mouth and he’d re-cut the corners of his mouth recently, it had just been stitched and the stitches were removed. “Let me see your hands.”

Salem raised his hands about level with his ears. “Fuck you Clyde.”

“Aw, what's with this Clyde shit, you know me." he asked Salem.

"Yeah, well you've been gone for quite some time now. I'm just getting back in to things." he replied.

" Alright, hey listen babe, after I walk away it’s like a reset button.” He said, he kept his gun right under Salem’s chin and propped his booted foot up on the rock beside him. He looked Salem up and down with a slightly amused look. “Rios should’ve sent you with the entire SWAT team, he should know that by now.”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” Salem replied angrily.

“Put your hands behind your head, sweetheart.” Clyde told him, stepping back a little and lowering his rifle. He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a long drag on it. “It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep you safe...from me.”

“When the hell did you start smoking?” Salem asked him, the muscles in his arms bulged as he kept his hands behind his head. He ignored the comment completely.

“I always smoked here and there. How do you think I got this pretty voice?” Clyde answered, looking at him and holding the cigarette briefly. His lips curled in to that familiar croaked little grin as he raised his gun to Salem’s face again. He let the cigarette hang loosely at the corner of his mouth, as he held the gun in place.

“Oh come on, what the hell’s going on here?” Salem asked, growing considerably more nervous. His arms were becoming tired and he started to lower them slightly.

Clyde squinted at him, as if thinking for a moment. He took out his cigarette with one tattooed hand and tossed it aside then he set his gun down.

As soon as Salem saw that the threat was removed, he put his arms down. Seeing this Clyde grew enraged, “I didn’t say you could fuckin’ put your hands down. Now I don’t know what you’re up to. Okay, get down on your knees and put your hands on your knees.” He ordered.

“What the hell? Why are you such a prick?” Salem yelled at him, avoiding eye contact.

“Just do it sweetheart.” He told him, he looked as though as he was on the verge of laughter.

“Alright, damn you. Now answer my question okay?”

“You and Rios seemed to have stumbled across one of my little operations once again. This time, luckily, you are not a direct target. Okay now it’s my turn. Why in the fuck are you here?” he asked in a menacing tone.

“Well, one our weapons dealers was killed and we had to investigate. That’s all.” He replied.

“Your dealer just so happened to be placed on my hit list. At a high price too. You shouldn’t buy from dirty people anymore. It’s not good for your health.” Clyde winked at him.

“I think you deliberately end up wherever I am.” Salem told him, he shifted on his knees a little.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Clyde told him, as he took the magnum from Salem’s holster and studied it.

He tossed it over the edge, immediately following Salem’s AK-47.

“Damn it Clyde, those things cost me a fortune.” Salem spat.

“You’ll live.” He replied, turning his back to leave.

Salem jumped to his feet and rushed at Clyde. Clyde spun around and knocked him down with an arm across the chest. Salem had to catch his breath for a moment, but as soon as he got his mind together he rushed at Clyde again. Clyde turned around completely and caught Salem’s gloved fist in his hand, he clamped his hand around it and squeezed till his knuckles cracked. Salem nearly cried out, but he managed to break free instead. He swung a high kick but Clyde blocked it with a forearm, it left a large red mark on his skin though. Salem was hitting him hard but unfortunately Clyde was keen on all his moves.

“You’ve gotten strong these past couple of months Elliot.” He said. He deliberately didn’t block the next punch and Salem hit him square in the jaw, knocking his face to one side.

He slowly turned back towards him, with his usual insane little smile. Salem bloodied his lip, Clyde reached up and touched it then he licked the blood off his fingers. Salem jumped back a few steps as he felt a ping of dread.

“Oh shit. Why didn’t you try and stop that one.” Salem asked him.

“I needed a reason to be angry with you, Elliot.” Clyde answered, furrowing his brows. He ran his hand over his Mohawk. He drew his fist back and went in to punch Salem, but Salem blocked it. He deliberately went in slow though; he really wanted him to be distracted so that he could backhand him. He struck him hard with the back of his gloved hand, nearly displacing his jaw. Salem’s head spun for a moment, and it gave Clyde enough time to do his signature move. He kicked Salem’s leg out from under him and delivered a heavy blow to the chest, knocking the air right out of him. Salem stayed on the ground coughing, trying to stand, but his face and chest ached too much.

“Alright, now I’ve kicked your ass…again.” Clyde said, tilting his head as he stared down at Salem.

Salem held up his middle finger as he coughed a few more times.

“Did you miss me? Only I can hurt you this good.” Clyde laughed, as he stared down at Salem, the smeared black battle paint around his eyes cast even darker shadows, creating a very eerie effect, making him look even more villainous.

He put his foot on Salem’s chest and Salem tried to push him off. “I’d love to see you lick my boot again babe. You know this time we can have some fun because I have all the time in the world right now.” Clyde told him, moving his foot.

“Fuck you. I’m not licking your boot.” Salem replied, sitting up.

“Pity, I love seeing you in that sort of position.” Clyde told him, he got down on Salem and forced him back on to the ground, holding his wrists down. “I promise this time to be better to you. I’ve had some to think about how I’ve treated you Elliot.”

“Oh really?” Salem looked at him in disbelief, as he thought about the pain he was already feeling.

Salem looked in to Clyde’s green eyes with his sparkling sapphires, and stopped fighting. “Well then. I’ve thought about you a lot Clyde. I don’t give a shit how much of a fucking sissy that makes me.”

“Elliot. I thought about you too much, in fact…ah never mind I’ll cut that bullshit for later.” Clyde said as he brought his face close to Salem’s.

Salem leaned up as far as he could and closed the gap between them. As their lips met, Salem could feel that strange almost electrical feeling surge up his spine. It was that feeling of danger and excitement, and extreme arousal. It was similar to sticking ones finger in an electrical outlet and being drawn in by the extreme power dwelling inside, only minus the excruciating agony and potential death. Hungrily their mouths met one another’s, breath on breath.

Clyde positioned himself on top of Salem and laced his gloved fingers through his feathered hair; forcing his head back to bare his neck. Salem’s skin was so smooth, and Clyde found himself intoxicated with his scent yet again. Perhaps it was derived from that fear that only he could draw out of him.

Salem could feel Clyde drawing in gentle breaths through his nose, right where his ear lobe met with the side of his neck. He had his other arm around Salem’s waist, holding him almost too tightly to breathe. “You know what I find amusing Phillip? Just moments ago you were beating the fuck out of me, now you are holding me close and breathing seductively on my skin.” Salem said, quietly.

Clyde seemed to ignore him as he rubbed the side of his face against Salem’s. He was entranced, or in deep thought. What he was really thinking was how much he was trying to fight the temptation of torturing him. The soft skin right on his own, which smelled faintly of sweat and cinnamon, he wanted to graze it gently with a sharp knife, just a little bit. Just for a moment, break the surface with a few nicks here and there, till some drops of crimson stained the perfect white flesh. He’d lick the drops of red away, and surely it would taste like honey and salt. Hopefully it would poison him to a somber death. Because nothing born of madness and chaos could ever destroy him, perhaps the beauty he found before him could end him. He let his hand slid up the side of Salem’s strong neck, which bore a scar along the side near his ear and led down a little. It caught Clyde’s eye immediately and he traced it with his thumb nail.

“From a previous encounter, he’s dead now.” Salem whispered. Clyde watched Salem swallow.

He went back to his thoughts again, and slowly cupped his strong hand over Salem’s throat, just under his chin, lifting his face up slightly. Salem looked at him, with a look of confusion and alarm.

“Shh.” Clyde smiled at him.

That was right when Salem knew he had something to be worried about. Clyde wanted to squeeze the yielding flesh beneath his hand, climb on top completely and feel Salem bucking and thrashing, hurting him so that he could get away. He wouldn’t let go though, not till it was over.

“Phillip, my psycho, are you thinking about killing me again?” Salem asked him, wrapping his hand around Clyde’s wrist.

“Yes babe I am. I see you know me again. Well, what I’m really going to do is fuck you.” He told Salem, retracting his hand from his throat and moving his thumb over Salem’s mouth.

He pulled him close as they both sat on the ground, and he closed his mouth over Salem’s; kissing him relentlessly. Salem took his earpiece out and dropped it on the ground.

“He will come looking for you so I’m going to have to take you hostage.” Clyde told him.

“Oh really?” Salem replied, he broke the embrace and stood abruptly, fixing his hair a little.

Clyde looked amused as he stood and dusted himself off. He grabbed a handful of Salem’s hair at the back and playful tugged, “You are so damn worried about your hair.”
Then he planted a kiss right on Salem’s forehead.

“Alright get your shit together, I’m taking you somewhere else. We have some real catching up to do.” Clyde told him, as he pulled his gloves tight on his hands. He took his sniper rifle and then waited for Salem. Salem geared up fast, mask and everything.

“It’s funny, no one would know how pretty you are under that mask. Can I ask you something? Why the dumbass flames though? I mean you’re with smiley now. Pick something rowdy.” Clyde told him.

“I like the flames. It makes me think of a muscle car. I think they kick ass. Happy now? I do have a mask that you would like but Rios would…” Salem stopped talking.

“What? What would that asshole do?” Clyde asked him.

“He would kill me. I thought it looked fucking awesome but yeah he wouldn’t approve. I also have a shirt with your mask decal on it. I think it’s awesome I’ve had for ages.” Salem told him as he followed him.

“Oh wow, so you’re my number one fan eh?” Clyde stopped and looked back as he leered at him for a moment.

“Well-.” Salem didn’t finish, he was too uneasy.

Clyde took out a cigarette and offered it to Salem first, Salem declined it. “Yeah, I don’t need these anymore. “ Clyde told him. He threw the remaining on the ground and continued.

Suddenly they heard voices below, Clyde moved quicker than a cat, Salem didn’t even see him vanish. Salem ducked and hid, until he realized it was Rios and his team.

“Shit! What the hell should I do?” Salem asked Clyde as soon as he was able to locate him.

Clyde lifted his index finger to his lips and then readied his sniper rifle.

“No!” Salem shouted, but it wasn’t loud enough.

Clyde angrily gestured for him to keep it down. Salem didn’t know what to do; if he lunged he could be killed. Maybe Clyde wasn’t going to kill anyone and he was just toying with him. He pulled the safety lock back and aimed, then he took a shot, Salem saw one of the two that were with Rios drop. Salem was admittedly impressed with his precision; he learned years ago not to feel any remorse for the fallen. The thing that troubled him was that he began to feel less in general. Clyde reloaded, winked at Salem and pulled the trigger again, dropping the other guy. He could see the gun smoke a little as Clyde took aim again, only Rios remained. Rios was trying to take cover, with his weapon in hand.

“Sweet dreams you old bastard.” Clyde whispered.

His finger curled around the trigger, and Salem rushed at him, knocking him down.

The gun flew to the side, Clyde gripped Salem’s shoulders holding him at bay. “What the fuck are you doing??” he shouted, pinning Clyde down by the shoulders. Clyde was about to laugh.

“Holy hell I love this side of you.” Clyde shouted back, changing position and flipping Salem onto his back. He got on him and Salem punched him in the face, almost bloodying his nose. “Okay that’s twice I let you hit me. Now this has to happen.” Clyde said, he raised his hand as if he was going to back hand him. Salem cringed a little and shut his eyes. He turned his face to the side in preparation. Seeing the way he looked made Clyde stop. “When you look like that, you’re so sweet. I almost feel bad… I’m sorry.” He leaned down and kissed Salem passionately, ending the kiss with a bite to Salem’s lower lip, then he backhanded him anyway.

“Damn it!” Salem said, holding the side of his reddened face.

Clyde admired his handiwork as he stood and extended his hand in aid.

“Were you going to kill him?” Salem asked as he took Clyde’s helping hand.

“Maybe.” Clyde answered him.

Salem shot him a glare as he walked passed him and looked down at Rios, who was dashing all over the place.

“Elliot, where the in hell are you?” he heard him say in the little earpiece.

“I’m fine Tys, are you alright?” Salem lied, as he knew full-well what was happening.

“Yeah, my team’s down. I know that fucker Clyde’s here, only he can do shit like this.” Rios said, finding adequate cover for once.

Salem looked over at Clyde, who had his booted foot up on a rail and his rifle propped across his thigh. He was watching Rios like a predator watches its’ prey and all he could think about was killing him. He wore a tactical uniform, medium armor level with a lead vest, all black of course. Just like the angel of death, he stood like a stone, waiting, probably like when he first spotted Salem earlier.

“Well, be careful Tys, I’m going to keep looking.” Salem said.

“You be even more careful, the worse thing that’ll happen to me is I’ll be killed.” Rios replied, then there was a pause. “Oh um, Elliot, how are the other two with you?”

“Dead. They were sniped. Sorry that I didn’t want to report it, I didn’t want to give my location away.” Salem told him.

“Damn it Salem, we should have regrouped! You are fucking alone out there.” Rios shouted.

“So what if I’m alone I can take care of myself.” Salem replied calmly.

Clyde heard him and laughed as he made kissing faces at him.

Salem removed the earpiece for the last time, he threw it down and left it behind.

“Oo, not listening to him anymore?” Clyde looked thoroughly entertained.

Salem shook his head and then stopped and waited for Clyde. Clyde slowly let his foot drop and led the way. He carried his gun rested over one shoulder and his other hand held a magnum that he found in the rubble along the way. They got to a small black helicopter at a clearing. “Did you kill the pilot ahead of time?” Salem said as he noticed a corpse near it.

“No, I own this one.” He said, climbing in. Salem hesitated, but he knew Rios would be safe, the only threat was leaving with him.

Salem threw his mask and gun aside and got in.

“Good choice babe, I didn’t want to have to force you.” Clyde told him.

They were off in no time, crazy Clyde knew how to do a great many things, and flying choppers was toward the top of the list.

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“Oh fuck, how I missed you.” Salem rasped. His voice was ragged with lust as Clyde tore at his uniform. Clyde’s face was buried in the side of Salem’s neck as he kissed and bit him. Clyde’s breath was so hot as he broke the skin with his teeth, Salem drew in a few sharp breaths. He curled his finger around one of Salem’s pierced nipples and pulled a little, and Salem arched in to the touch.

Salem tried to reach up and hold Clyde but it was in vain, Clyde was on him and leading the way. Clyde sat up and unzipped his own tactical vest, methodically undressing while still on top of Salem. Salem removed his watch and then looked up at him, there wasn’t much else he could do. He cast his items aside and leaned down to tend to Salem again, who was merely topless and unarmed at that point. He placed his hands on Clyde’s thighs and squeezed, solid muscle flexed underneath his touch.

“Oo damn Phillip. It’s too bad I can’t be between these later.” Salem winked at him. Clyde looked down at him with a completely serious look. Salem was afraid that he offended him or took it too far.

“Sorry boy, not gonna happen.” Clyde smiled at him in his maniacal manner.

“Ah come on, there’s so much I can make you feel…I think you might enjoy giving up the control…just one time…” Salem found a safe spot to press the subject.

Clyde just glared at him, but it wasn’t an intense glare, he removed his leather gloves, still looking Salem in the eyes.

Salem tensed up for a moment as he anticipated some sort of repercussion for his comments. Clyde just seemed to shrug it off for complete absurdity. He tugged at Salem’s belt to access it easier; he looked amused at Salem, when he saw the buckle was a large skull. He removed his own belt and kept it close, there was something menacing about the way he took it off, almost savoring the moment.

Salem sensed that Clyde’s sadistic side was beginning to seep in to the picture just by the way he slowed down and began to focus on potential instruments of torture. He didn’t want to give him time to think. He sat up quickly and forced him in to a bear hug, pulling him down on to the bed as he climbed on top of Clyde and began to unfasten his own pants completely, as he looked down at himself, a few strands of hair fell in to his face. His well muscled stomach tensed as he moved, and his forearms flexed. He was so solid, Clyde didn’t attempt to move out from under him, not just yet. He admired the show a little first, feeling around at various spots with his bare hands, until his hand fell on the small of Salem’s back, he gave him a deep massage as he waited. Salem moved to Clyde’s remaining garments, and Clyde’s pants were fairly intricate. Clyde had a chance to work his hand down to caress Salem muscular ass-cheek. It was completely unyielding in his unforgiving grasp, he squeezed till Salem moaned a little, and looked behind himself.

When he looked back at Clyde, he was fairly expressionless. Only when he saw the small look of pain, a catlike smile formed in the corners of his scarred lips and he gave Salem’s tight little ass a good slap. Salem flinched a bit and continued to fumble with Clyde’s pants that were as complicated as he was. Finally he got the last latch undone, he immediately noted the new tattoo right above Clyde’s crotch, in fact some of the ink-work was covered by the waistband of his black boxers. Salem was a little surprised that he let anyone get so close to his intimate areas like that, but perhaps it was because Clyde didn’t see it that way. Salem wanted to see the rest of it, he adeptly pulled the band down to see, it was two magnums facing away from one another embellished with skulls and tribal thorns, the piece covered nearly his entire pelvic area. Clyde kept himself meticulously well-groomed, there was only a small patch of black hair just above the base of his cock. Salem went to slip his hand around Clyde’s cock but Clyde gripped his wrist, feeling Salem’s pulse on his fingertips as it began to race.

A flash of panic crossed Salem’s face in response to the gesture.

“I-I didn’t mean to-” Salem murmured.

A sneaky little smirk coiled up at the corners of Clyde’s mouth as he flipped Salem over on to his back. As Clyde moved to press his thighs against Salem’s hips, the band of his boxers came down a little to reveal some of his hard, muscular ass. He still held Salem’s wrist tightly, as he peered in to his eyes. He traced Salem’s lips with his index finger then changed it to his thumb. Salem took his hand and forced the thumb in his mouth, thrusting it in out. Salem’s soft skin pulled taught against his defined high cheekbones as he sucked eagerly on Clyde’s thumb.

As Clyde took the thumb from his mouth, Salem let his tongue tease the very tip. Then he moved his hand to the bare spot of Clyde’s ass, letting his middle finger slid in the top part of his crack and nestle there. Clyde tensed instinctively, but didn’t stop him. He cupped his hand around the back of Salem’s neck, pulling him up close and devoured his mouth, nearly bloodying his lip. A few stifled sounds escaped Salem’s throat as he forcefully moved his mouth against Salem’s. Salem could hardly keep up with the nearly assaulting embrace. He had to push his free hand against the mattress for leverage. Clyde wanted more though, he released Salem’s wrist and moved so that the back of Salem’s neck was resting in the crook of his strong arm. He was applying a significant amount of pressure and Salem was afraid of getting his neck crushed, but it kept him so close and so helpless. In an effort to catch his breath, he tilted his head all the way back, baring his neck completely. He panted as he stared at the ceiling. He felt Clyde laugh quietly on his vulnerable neck as he planted kisses and bites until he got to his chin.

“Couldn’t take the heat?” Clyde teased.

“I’m-so-sorry Phillip.” Salem gasped.

“Interesting.” Clyde responded, as he slid his hand into Salem’s pants and grabbed his crotch through his boxers. He felt around until he found naked flesh. Salem was completely shaved, just as Clyde remembered. He teased the underside of Salem’s hardening shaft with the knuckle of his index finger right through his boxers. Salem arched in to his touch, turning his face away. He then toyed around with the rest of the package a little until his finger found Salem’s crack. The cloth was in the way though and that displeased him. Salem turned a little red in the face and he tried to avoid looking at Clyde. Clyde noticed that and he placed his hand under Salem’s chin and forced him to look at him.

“Baby we’ve fucked before. You’re still shy?” Clyde asked him, smiling at him.

Salem just nodded, his hair had fallen out of its’ usual style completely at that point and was in his face in straight, long feathered strands. Clyde brushed the strands away from Salem’s eyes and kissed his forehead. Then he got off of the bed and removed his boots and remaining attire. He gestured harshly for Salem to follow suite and of course Salem obeyed. The moment he was nude, Clyde seized the moment, he waited right as Salem went to get back on the bed. He grabbed Salem by the hips, and pressed himself against him. Salem could feel Clyde’s hot and hardened shaft nestle in the crevice of his tight muscular ass. He had nowhere to go, he let his hands sink in to the mattress, messing the crimson colored sheets up and they were cool under his hot-blooded touch. Clyde brushed his lips along Salem’s spine just at the back of his neck, making his skin crawl and sending delicious shivers all over. He wanted to thrust in to him mercilessly, just take him all for himself, but at the same time, he wanted to see him thrown down on the soft mattress, deep red sheets thrown asunder. Chest heaving, with his ever-beautiful hair finally all messed up, spent and…defeated.

He lost his patience though, just like he had expected of himself when he was around Salem. After little more than minimal preparation, he placed one hand over Salem’s pressing it deeper in to the mattress, lacing his fingers in with Salem’s. With the other hand aiding, he forced himself in to Salem. There was something entirely different about the other times though. It wasn’t just his mindset, nor was it how Salem surrendered. He could tell that Salem trusted him. The realization horrified him at first, he drove in deep and Salem let out a small cry, tensing up only a little, tightening his fingers around Clyde’s. Clyde placed his scarred lips on Salem’s back, controlling his breath on Salem’s skin so as not to distract Salem, but to comfort him.

“Phil-you don’t have to hold back.” Salem panted.

There was the green light. It if would have been during one of their previous encounters he would have resented that, but now things were different. Maybe it was just this once, but for now, it just was. There was rain hitting the window in gentle beats, the sun had gone down, only the moonlight remained. It was the little things like that in the surroundings that Clyde hadn’t noticed since he was a youth, but this time, he noticed. He pulled out of Salem slowly, and Salem turned to him, with a look of confusion mixed with fear and disappointment. Salem was afraid that something terrible was impending. Clyde placed his hand on the back of Salem’s head, clutching at some of his hair, letting the soft predominantly brown hair entwine itself between his tattooed fingers. He gripped the hair but only as a means to keep him in place. He pressed his mouth against Salem’s as he brought him down on to the bed the rest of the way, climbing on top of him. He moved his hands to the back of Salem’s strong thighs and pushed them upward and apart. Salem aided him and bashfully avoided his gaze yet again. He flushed a little as Clyde entered him again, he bit down on the knuckle of his own index finger as Clyde increased the pace and roughness. He forced Salem into a more bent position, and Salem dug his nails into the sheets once again. Clyde turned his attention to pleasing Salem, as he caressed Salem’s pelvic region to tease him a little before wrapping his hand around his generous manhood. Salem had already hardened up and few droplets had run down the shaft allowing his hand to move more freely. The friction was a little painful but it didn’t quite match the pain between his legs so Salem welcomed the additional erotic sensations.

“You don’t have any new tattoos babe do you?” Clyde asked him, becoming increasingly out of breath.

Salem looked up at him, almost in disbelief at the frank question at a time like that.
“Oh I’ll get more.”

Just as he looked at him, Clyde locked his hand under his chin, forcing him to remain looking at him.

“There now I got you to look at me.” Clyde smiled at him devilishly.

Then he pulled almost completely out and leaned down to give him a lip crushing kiss. He pressed his tongue to Salem’s lips to ask for entry, Salem opened his mouth just enough and Clyde immediately went in. Their tongues fought for a few moments, barbells locking and tapping against one another, until Clyde’s tongue was teasing the roof of Salem’s mouth sending shivers up his spine. Salem propped himself up on his elbows, and shifted so that Clyde was inside him nearly all the way again. Clyde exhaled deeply into Salem’s mouth as Salem took him in again in the surprising manner.

As they finally managed to pry their lips apart, Clyde caught his breath and paused. “I’m wondering, Elliot, who’s really in control right now.” He said, his expression was dark for a split second.

Salem wrapped his arms around Clyde’s strong shoulders and thrust his pelvis flush with Clyde’s. He bit his lip bloody and squinted one eye in pain, but it was a pain he could deal with. He didn’t want Clyde to start getting psychopathic on him. Clyde wore a look of astonishment, when he saw how overzealous Salem was. He held Salem for a moment, a gesture of reassurance and then laid him down again. He gripped Salem’s hips for leverage, digging his fingertips in, leaving red marks as he ravaged him. Clyde felt compelled to feel his heartbeat as he slowly placed his hand over Salem’s throat. He promised himself he wouldn’t hurt him, he would just press lightly, just enough to feel the pulse.

“Shh.” He whispered, like he always did.

Salem was ready just in case, but obliged him. The pulse on his fingers was wonderful, he seemed to control it depending on how fast or brutal he was. He gently massaged the soft, yielding flesh under his hands as he drove in and out of Salem’s rock-hard body. He used him however he liked and Salem enjoyed it immensely. He couldn’t help it, he began to grip Salem’s throat tighter because he needed to feel the blood rush harder. Salem’s fear was sweeter than any sugar, it was better than any possession or any power; the ultimate high. Salem just looked at him, sensing what was about to happen, instead of panicking, he played a different game. He sat up and wrapped his powerful arms around Clyde’s neck in a crushing embrace, his legs followed suite. Clyde was forced to release Salem’s throat, and wrap his arms around Salem just to keep balance. Salem rubbed himself against Clyde as best he could.

He was acting very restrained and considerate toward Clyde up until that point but that was the breaking point, now he was going to work for his own peak too. The sudden show of extreme aggression had an opposite effect on Clyde though, instead of neutralizing or enlightening him, it just aroused him even more. He took it as a test of dominance. The embrace crushed the breath out of both of them, Salem finally had to break it, he loosened his arms, and slid his hands up the sides of Clyde’s neck. Clyde grew suspicious, and the muscles in his back tensed. Salem stroked his head, running his hands over the shaved sides and then over his Mohawk, and kissed his ear to calm him.

The end of their little union was nearing, Salem needed to climax and Clyde was getting close. His thrusts were growing more desperate, as he forced Salem back down for the final round, pinning his wrists down. His muscular stomach grazed Salem’s hardened cock a few times as he thrust in and out. He took notice finally, and wrapped his hand around his manhood. After a few irregular, yet gentle slides with his hand, Salem came. He arched his back, forcing the back of his head into the pillow. As his whole body tensed, he tightened beautifully around Clyde’s massive assaulting cock and it was just enough to throw him over the edge. He clamped his hand around Salem’s throat and felt the pulse as it still raced. The heart beat seemed to jump out of the fragile veins and it was all because of him. His breath caught in his throat, as he shook violently for a few seconds. Salem reached up blindly for his shoulders, Clyde was gripping him a little too violently. His climax seemed to blind him briefly, after it swept over him, he quickly removed his hand and lifted Salem up in to his arms and placed his mouth over Salem’s. He panted on the side of Salem’s neck as he held him. Salem could feel that he still had an immense amount of strength in him, just by how tightly he could hold him. Salem was spent and slowly, he felt his eyes close. He needed to rest just for a little bit.

Salem opened his eyes and looked around. He was alone on the bed with crimson sheets. The rest of the bed was cold with solitude, he must have been asleep for a few hours. He sat up and immediately felt horrible aches everywhere, especially his legs and ass. He hadn’t had any sort of sexual relations with anyone since the last time he’d been with Clyde so he was very out of practice. Then he remembered that before they slept together, Clyde gave him a real ass kicking too. Salem frowned and stood up, walking naked to the bathroom. It was a completely new, luxury apartment. Clyde was clearly moving up in the world, he had a luxury apartment, fancy weapons and helicopter without having to answer to a boss, a partner or the law. The truth was that Clyde was an A-class criminal though, with top military training and the sad fact was that the military would probably take him back if they needed someone highly trained and crazy enough. Salem noted the extra towel, scratched his head and got in the shower. The shower left him feeling invigorated and relatively pleased. The only thing was he needed to find his clothes. He wrapped the fairly small black towel around his hips and ventured out with wet feet.

“Um- Phillip?” Salem called out, not too loudly.

He grew very cold, at the thought that the last time Clyde vanished was when he was off killing Alice, was he off killing another friend?

Impossible. There wasn’t anyone close left. Well...there was one... but there’d be no reason… he thought.

Salem grew angry and desperate. Suddenly he felt a hand grip his shoulder.

“Fuck!” Salem jumped back.

“And to think you are trained to hear an oncoming enemy from far away.” Clyde winked as he walked passed him.

“Yeah, an enemy.” Salem tried to come to his own defense.

Clyde walked right up to him and slipped his arm around Salem’s lower back. Then he brought his lips right to Salem’s ear “Oh I wouldn’t trust me.” Clyde whispered.

He plucked Salem’s nipple ring. “Ah shit Phillip, I don’t do that to you.” Salem said, covering the injured nipple.

“Why don’t you?” Clyde asked him, still holding him captive.

“Really?” Salem asked, intrigued.

Clyde looked him the eye and just smiled in the only manner he knew how; evil.

“Well I thought you’d just knock me out if I touched them.” Salem said, drawing nearer.

Clyde shook his head as he closed the space between them, placing his hand around the base of Salem’s skull.

After the kiss broke, Salem stepped back and spoke, “I’m going to have to go…but...I have to see you again. Please?”

Clyde smiled at him, looking him up and down. “Taking a liking to me?”

“Well, I hope by now you…don’t hate me. Right?” Salem said, rubbing the back of his neck.

He jumped forward and pulled Salem close again. Salem was startled, Clyde always seemed to move off his radar, no matter how well trained he was.

“I love that look, Elliot, when you look scared. But I love all your expressions. Fuck I care so much about you. I do hate you. I hate you enough to love you so fucking much. I love you dangerously with whatever heart I have.” Clyde told him, looking him right in the eyes.

Salem looked like a deer in headlights. His sapphire eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, he stood completely still. As soon as the words hit him, he blushed and looked down. Clyde hooked his finger under Salem’s chin and turned his gaze up a little.

“You’re so shy, I can’t believe it!” he placed a lavish kiss on his lips.

“Well Phillip I- don’t know what to say. You caught me off guard. I don’t hate you, not anymore. I know for you hate is the strongest emotion, so thank you. I love you and that’s why I have to see you again.” Salem said, placing his hand over the black “X” tattooed over Clyde’s heart region. “When did you realize you couldn’t feel anything for anyone? Or…pretty much couldn’t love anyone…”

“A long time ago Elliot. I didn’t give a fuck about anything until you came along. Now there’s just you, you’re all that matters. But I’m going away for a while. ‘Have some things to take care of.” He released Salem and walked away without looking back.

Salem got dressed quickly and left without any further words exchanged. He would have had everything in tact if he hadn’t left his earpiece behind….

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He made a stop back at his apartment to change out of his uniform and secure his weapons. After fixing himself up a little he reported back to headquarters where he knew facing Rios this time was going to be one of the most difficult tasks of his life.

“Where in the HELL have you been?” Rios slammed his fist on the desk.

Salem calmly sat down in front of him, and looked at him respectfully.

“What. What is that? Pity?” Rios shouted. He breathed in deeply, and dragged his weathered hand down his face.

Salem waited till Rios’ breathing seemed to normalize before he attempted to explain.

“Look- I will explain everything.” He waited to see the reaction. Rios just turned his back to him.

Salem felt a lot more comfortable not having to face him, so he continued. “This is the damn truth here okay? Dresden, our dealer- he was dirty. And you know those types attract attention. The lethal kind. A hitman was hired to take him out. I don’t know who hired him. Now this particular hitman, he had style. He didn’t know who Dresden dealt with okay?”

Rios spun around in his chair, his face completely overshadowed with rage. “Style? Alright so this maniac named Phillip Clyde busted in and killed our best weapons dealer. Coincidence? Why the hell not. Don’t you fucking see what’s happening? Whether Dresden was dirty or not, Clyde gets to pick his contracts, he PICKED that particular hit, he knows we deal with him. He wanted that job, because he wants you. That guy probably has more cash then our entire corporation now, he doesn’t need work.” Mid way through his diatribe Rios’ voice was greatly reduced in volume. He was growing tired and seemingly depressed. “I don’t know what you did to tame that animal but it worked, that doesn’t mean he won’t try and kill you. I sure as hell know he’d kill me at the first chance.”

Salem stood and knelt in front of Rios, “Look Tys I’m sorry if I caused you so much grief. I just don’t quite understand what you are feeling right now. Come to think of it, I never really quite understood how you felt about me. I always thought we were like bros... right? Isn’t that how you saw me? Or am I like a--son?” Salem looked as though he was going to laugh, but he kept in.

Rios stood and lifted Salem roughly by the collar, bringing him close. “Are you blind Elliot? You know exactly how I feel about you. I adore you. I worship the ground you walk on. For a few years now I’ve felt this way, but I respected our work, our partnership and our friendship too much to give in to it.” Rios rasped.

Salem was stunned, he slowly locked his hands around Rios’ massive wrists. Rios was far larger than Salem, it was always that way, no matter how much Salem worked out or how hard he tried to build strength, Rios was built like a tank, and stature was something that could never be altered. There he stood, hulking over him, gripping his collar, his frown accentuated the large, brutal scar that tore across the side of his face. When Rios was angry it was a truly frightening sight to behold and few ever survived to tell the tale.

“He’s our enemy Elliot, every time you run with him you are endangering your life.” Rios told him.

“What you don’t think our jobs aren’t dangerous? We go out there and play the good guys killing the bad guys, sometimes we are the bad guys. We buy weapons, sell weapons. Death is our trade, Tys. Danger runs in our veins. I’m not afraid.” Salem responded, looking him right in the eyes. “Tys? This isn’t about that though is it?”

Rios paused. “No. I just can’t believe that bastard has you. Now what is going to happen to me?”

“We continue as we are. A team.”

“Fuck no. I can’t do that. I need more than that. I’m not getting any younger. In fact, I was going to retire next year.” Rios told him, releasing him.

“What? When the hell were you going to tell me this?” Salem said, searching Rios’ face.

“Soon. It just really gets under my skin...the thought of that crazy fucker’s hands all over you.” He grabbed Salem by the wrist and pulled him down on to the desk before him.

“Tys, don’t do this.” Salem said, beginning to struggle. He was still exhausted and aching from the encounter with Clyde. Rios examined Salem’s wrist as he held it and noted the bruises.

“Do you remember that one night 8 years ago? When I told you how I felt?” Salem asked, his voice becoming slightly desperate.

“You were drunk off your ass, and insincere.” Rios retorted.

“How can you say that?”

“Yeah it was the same night you talked about getting a Mazaratti and a couple of chicks. You still want that?” Rios said, squeezing the bruised wrist.

Salem winced, “No I don’t.”

“I see, so then you aren’t just a pretty face that screws indiscriminately anymore then?” Rios snapped.

“You know that cuts really deep especially since I was never really like that to begin with. I’d drink myself blind but I’d never fuck anyone, I’d send them home or pass out. Remember those times when you’d show up and remark about how everyone had gone home so early? Then I’d joke and say I was that good? Well that wasn’t the fucking case. And the times you and some of the other team-mates stayed and I’d disappear with someone, nothing happened. Believe it or not. After working with you for a year I began to care for you. Too much. But you were supposed to get married to that nice girl; Michelle I think it was. I never said anything, I kept it all inside. You were all I had Tys and all I needed. But it didn’t matter to me if we stayed just bros for good. Then when you’re wedding fell through, I was there for you, remember that? I was even sad for you. Later that week, we threw a party to drown it all, had about 10 people there, 3 we didn’t even know. After everyone left I was stumbling around, but I wasn’t that fucked in the head and you knew it, I told you how I felt about you. You looked pretty scared, but you even told me you felt the same, pretty much. Yet you said pretty much. But you promised me that you felt the same. But I knew better. You still loved Michelle. So I knew that was the end of that. I never said anything again. I cauterized that part of me Tys. So don’t fucking preach to me about breaking hearts and enemies and betrayal and shit.”
Salem struggled but Rios held him fast.

“I’m so sorry I caused you so much pain Elliot. I had no idea that you actually felt that way. And that it was so strong.” He pressed his lips to Salem’s. Salem didn’t respond to the kiss at all.

“What about when I came to visit you the night before the incident; before you became Clyde’s. You seemed so energetic, so willing.” Rios asked him.

“That was before I was his, as you put it. I like the idea that he loves me to death. I’ve never had anyone love me before. I never thought I needed it, till now.” Salem replied.

The words seemed to cut right through Rios. “Then tell me this. Depending on your answer, I might leave you alone for good. I promise you. Do you still feel anything for me?”

Salem hesitated. He looked at Rios for a few moments, feeling the crushing hands as they pressed him down on to the desk. He could tell Rios was so desperate for him. He did still feel something for him, he was so confused. “Tys, I- I do feel for you. The feelings never went away. I thought they did, but I guess they never really can.”

Rios’ looked as though a great burden was lifted, he smashed his lips against Salem’s as he held him in a bone-crushing embrace. “Can we spend some time together, just doing whatever you like. It doesn’t matter to me, we can talk, drink, whatever. I’ll drink again if you want.” Rios asked him.

“Our friendship isn’t affected as far as I’m concerned. And well, I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want. I know you quit drinking a long time ago. God, it’s been a while.” Salem rasped.

Rios was extremely aroused by their closeness, he held him even tighter until Salem opened his mouth just to draw in air. He wrapped his leg around Rios’ hip for leverage and also to keep the edge of the desk from cutting into his flesh. He felt his back crack, and knew it was time to call it. “Tyson, you have to let me go…you’re crushing me. And in this position, it doesn’t feel good.” Salem asked.

Rios couldn’t control himself, he couldn’t let go. There was beautiful Salem in his arms, he’d just learned the truth, and he wanted to hold him so tightly. Salem wasn’t the whore he thought he was, and the past suddenly didn’t matter anymore. That’s what was important. But what mattered most was Salem cared about him….he had the same feelings for him. Everything was suddenly possible to him.

“Please Tys.” Salem begged as he panted.

Finally Rios released him and stepped back. All the oxygen rushed back in to Salem’s lungs. It was too much and Salem dropped to his knees coughing. “Holy shit Elliot I’m so sorry!” he helped Salem to his feet.

They went to Salem’s apartment, it was closer, and Salem was going to have to crash in the near future. Salem wanted to drink. It had been about a year since alcohol touched his lips and he wanted to get smashed. Things were spinning out of control for him, and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t read his own mind, he didn’t know if he missed the days when he didn’t give a shit about anything. When there were just the pimped weapons, the flashy cars and expensive watches. The girls were all show, everything was status and the danger was for the rush, but suddenly, he realized he’d found a higher rush. That rush that ran up his veins, it grabbed a hold of him, and it didn’t happen when he was zipping around in a brand new Benz, or when a scantily clad chick grabbed a hold of his arm and whispered in his ear. It only happened when Clyde grabbed a hold of his throat and pinned him on to the bed and he genuinely couldn’t escape. He made him his. Whether Clyde was tender or not, it was how desperate he was for him. Salem loved the attention, even if he did get his ass kicked, he was trained to fight and lived for bloodshed.

He cared a lot for Rios but the feelings were so faded that they were nearly gone. He promised himself that he wouldn’t cave in. He wasn’t a whore and he knew that sleeping with Rios would only betray him, Clyde and even himself. He continued to drink, shot after shot, Rios stopped him from taking the next shot. “I think ya had enough there, we were supposed to be relaxing here, not committing suicide.”

He kept his hand cupped around Salem’s as he lowered the glass down on to the table. Salem pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He felt the alcohol coarse through his veins as it took effect. He had to sit back. Rios didn’t have any Scotch, he put the bottle away and returned to find Salem staring right at him. It almost made him stop dead in his steps, but Rios was not a timid man, he walked deliberately at him and sat beside him. Salem’s hair was neatly styled in his usual faux-hawk, he looked sharp, but very tired. He looked at Rios with weak eyes. “Did you need to sleep Elliot?”

“Nah, it’s cool. I think everything is going to be fine.” Salem told him, edging closer.

“What are you doing?” Rios said, sliding away a little.

Salem smiled at him. The familiar, beautiful as the morning sun smile revealing perfect pearl white teeth, under perfect soft lips. That million-dollar, celebratory smile, that melted hearts. Almost too perfect to be sincere but once one got to know Salem, like so few got to, one would know it was sincere. It was innocent at first right as his face lit up, but as it lingered it was dangerously captivating. For Rios it made him want to hold Salem so tightly, caressing that smile, hold it. It could only be extinguished with another set of lips pressed it against, that were made so hungry for it.

“Do you smile for him like that?” Rios said, swallowing his impending anger.

“As a matter of fact, Tys I don’t. But you don’t believe me anyway.” Salem said. His smile began to fade.

Rios couldn’t hold back. He grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close. He kissed him with violent passion; slipping his tongue in and out of Salem’s mouth. The taste of alcohol didn’t bother him at all, it had a sanitizing effect. He moved his mouth to Salem’s neck, and immediately he smelled the spices and a trace of mint. It was like a garden of aroma that drew him closer in. He wanted to devour him as he sucked at his surprisingly soft skin. Salem’s breathing increased as he too became aroused by the contact. He was fighting it though, and Rios could tell.

“Why did you have to smile like that? Why do you tease me like this?” Rios whispered on his neck.

“I-I’m sorry Tys. You make me happy.” Salem told him. His eyes welled up, he tried to fight the tears so hard. He didn’t want Rios to see. But he knew that if anyone could tolerate it, Rios would. A tear escaped his left eye. “Fuck.” He whispered. Rios looked at him. Salem panicked and tried to run away but Rios grabbed his wrist. “Damn it Rios! I don’t know how it happened, my eyes just started to water.”

“It’s okay, Elliot.” Rios wiped the tear away with his thumb, feeling Salem’s soft lashes brush against his fingertip.

“Ah fuck I better go to sleep.” Salem told him.

“You love him don’t you?” Rios asked him.

“I don’t know what I feel anymore.” Salem replied, staring at Rios’ hand that kept him from fleeing. He couldn’t fight the alcohol anymore, the entire evening consisted of him fighting everything and he finally just let go. He needed to be sure how he felt and he was going to do it right then and there. Seeing that Salem wasn’t going to try and run, he let him go and sat next to him again. There was a decent amount of distance between them and Salem changed that pretty quickly. He edged closer yet again, moving like the fox that he was right for Rios, who wasn’t so unsuspecting anymore.

Salem placed his hands on Rios’ massive chest and brought his face within inches of Rios’. “So big daddy, what’s going to happen now?”

“Elliot, you’re really drunk now I can tell.” Rios said, half-jokingly.

“You know something? It’s so fuckin’ quiet in here that I can hear my own damn heart beat. Hey why don’t we play some game or something? I got a couple of controllers.” Salem’s hands slipped and he nearly fell off the couch. Rios caught him by the forearms.
Salem looked up at him, he looked stunned and helpless.

“Thanks bro.” Salem panted.

“Just relax, if you want to play a game go ahead but I’m good.” He said, letting him go as soon as Salem was back up on the couch.

“Nah fuck it, want a movie?” Salem slurred his words.

“You aren’t making too much sense Elliot. Wow I forgot how much more you curse too!” Rios was quite amused.

“Hey, stop laughing.” Salem smiled playfully. He attempted to stand, but ended up finding the ground with his hands and knees pretty quickly. Rios didn’t want to look, it was painful for him to see Salem in the compromised position and not be able to act on his impulses. “What the hell man, this has never happened to me before. I must have drunk A LOT.” He said, sitting up.

“Well THAT and you are finally relaxing.” Rios said, he stood and offered his hand. Salem took it and Rios helped him to bed.

“Damn it is hot what is it, ninety in here?” Salem asked, as he wrenched his shirt off over his head, messing his hair up a bit, even a little messy it looked sultry and badass. He scratched the little bit of hair that he liked to grow just under his lip then he twirled it; as if in deep thought.

“What is it?” Rios asked him, noticing his suddenly ponderous state.

“Nothing I was just wondering about what I should change in to…ah fuck it.” Salem stripped down to his boxers. “That’s better now.”

Rios sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to Salem; confused and thoroughly frustrated. Suddenly he felt Salem’s hands slide up his back and rest on his shoulders. He rubbed his shoulders so enticingly that Rios couldn’t help but loosen up. Rios took one of Salem’s hands and kissed it. Salem moved his other hand the side of Rios’ sturdy neck and drew in closer. He pressed his chest against Rios’ back and kissed his ear.

“Elliot, I really think you shouldn’t be doing this.” He advised.

“Oh really?” Salem whispered; his breath gently on his ear.

“Yeah, because once you draw me in, I won’t stop even if you tell me to.” He said, turning slowly.

It seemed as though Salem may have had doubts and went to edge away, Rios wasn’t sure. It was far too late, he grabbed him by the wrist and forced him down on to the bed. One side of his face was pressed in to the sheets and Rios twisted his arm behind his back right as he began to struggle.

Salem laughed as Rios twisted his arm more to keep him in place. He looked so damn hot, as he craned his neck just enough to look back at Rios. His muscles tensed up as he fought against the compromised position that he was in, the tattoos seemed to dance in violent patterns as his slightly bronze, smooth skin crawled and stretched. All the brutal messages they portrayed and what a paradox it was seeing how weak, at this moment, he was. His hair was in his face in feathered strands of bronze, brown and bleached blonde. Suddenly, he stopped his sluggish fighting, and Rios could see the corner of his lip curl up in a sneaky little seductive smile. But it was a smug, ‘go-on’ sort of smile. His deep blue eyes, sparkled in the extremely dim light, they always seemed to pick up whatever light there was. At that moment, something wild flashed deep within them.

Rios let him go and Salem laughed into the mattress, still drunk as hell. Salem was confused and even slightly angered by Rios’ sudden withdrawal. “I’m going to be honest with you Tys daddy, I’ve never fucked drunk, I don’t think you’re going to be enough. I mean Clyde is my only other lover and being with him is like-- fuckin’ cocaine or something so—.”

Rios flipped him over faster than lightening and clamped his hand over Salem’s pretty mouth. “That’s enough of that shit.” Rios said, clenched between his teeth. “Maybe I deserved that, I have been acting strangely toward you, that’s only because I want to be sure about something. That is, are you sure you want to be with me…right now that is.” Rios asked him, removing his hand from Salem’s mouth; his palm was hot from his breath.

Salem pulled him close by the shoulders with a completely serious look, “If I didn’t want this, I would have been fighting like no tomorrow.”

“I don’t know Elliot…” Rios told him.

“Can we just live for this moment? I care so much about you, isn’t that enough?” Salem whispered. His expression lightened though, it was too difficult to stay serious.

“You’re right. I know you are. I just hope you don’t regret this. I know I won’t.” he said, undressing.

Rios got on top of him, careful not to let all of his weight rest on him. Salem pulled him closer though, he wanted to feel the crushing mass against him. He generated so much heat, it was immense. Salem wrapped his legs around Rios, letting them rest over his lower half. “So what would you like to do?” Rios asked him innocently.

Salem nearly laughed but he didn’t want to appear scornful. “Anything you want. Tys, I know why you’re asking. It’s okay. You don’t know what to do with a guy right?”

“Well…yeah but when I look at you I can think of a few things.” Rios said.

Salem laughed, he couldn’t help it, he touched the scarred side of Rios’ face to assure him that he wasn’t mocking him.

“Well how the heck does that crazy bastard know what to do?” Rios asked, as he gave Salem some room to move.

“He looks at me and gets ideas. Honestly it just happened.” Salem replied, moving on to his hands and knees in front of Rios.

“What if I fuck this up babe?” He asked Salem.

“I’m the one who’s going to fuck-up, I can barely stay in this position.” Salem shifted around a little.

Rios ran his large hand up Salem’s back that was presented before him, as if on display. Salem brushed the strands of hair away from his eyes and looked back at Rios over his shoulder, his ass perked up slightly. “Damn Elliot for a tough guy you have such a pretty little ass. Maybe it’s the way you move I’m not sure.” Rios said admiring him.

Salem smiled sluggishly. “So don’t I have to prepare you?” Rios asked him.

“Yes, so you don’t get injured mostly. For me, I don’t really need it, let’s not talk about that. I have something we can use, it’s unopened. I got it after the time you came over before that big mission and we almost… you know.”

“Yeah before that fucker-.” Rios began to speak but Salem stopped him with his lips pressed against his mouth.

“Enough please don’t say anything.”

He found the tube and instead of putting some inside of himself, he was more concerned about Rios’ well-being. He put quite a bit in his palm and placed a gentle hold around Rios’ generously portioned cock. He kissed along Rios’ jawbone and stroked his manhood carefully and it hardened very quickly. Rios wrapped his powerful arms around Salem and brought him down on to the mattress, he kissed him longingly at first and then hungrily. Salem knew it was time, he got on all fours, and Rios wound his arm around Salem’s waist to pull him in closer. He nearly lost his balance, but Rios was amply strong enough to keep him in place. He reached up and gently tugged Salem’s nipple ring. Salem was pleased with the attention he was getting. Rios readied himself and slowly forced his way in to the tight opening. Salem tensed up, even intoxicated the pain broke through, Rios rubbed his back with his free hand as he saw him tense. Rios’ cock seemed endless, maybe it was because of the state Salem was in.

Right as Rios was in to the hilt, he cupped his hand under Salem’s chin and kissed his shoulder. Salem took Rios’s hand and moved his index finger in to his mouth and sucked it. Rios couldn’t hold back anymore, he was inside and the flesh around him was welcoming, demanding and yet belligerent. It was truly a challenge, but delicious. So hot, wet and wonderful, he increased the pace as he grew more wanton. At his fingertips he could feel Salem’s hot and wet tongue teasing and sucking. All the softness and heat, versus the hard muscular, flesh that all worked to make up beautiful Salem. Rios realized that he had never touched Salem in his more intimate areas, and he wanted to before the night was through. He reached down, taking his hand from Salem’s mouth, and placed it around his large cock. He didn’t pay much attention to Salem’s manhood till that moment and he scolded himself for being negligent. His hand was fairly wet from Salem’s saliva so he ran it up and down his cock and Salem panted even more. He grew harder and desperate pushing himself closer up against Rios, taking him in deeper.

Without warning Rios could feel the rush pass over him as he came inside Salem. Salem felt the warm seed shoot inside him, Rios let go of Salem’s cock momentarily as he was far too caught up in his own peak. He hadn’t felt something that powerful in years, he wrapped his powerful arms around Salem’s waist and held him tightly, until the adrenaline burst was done. Salem’s skin crawled as Rios panted on his flesh. Their skin was sticky with sweat and Rios ran his tongue up the center of Salem’s spine, tasting the mildly salty sweat on his skin. He flipped Salem over on to his back and went to give him the much needed attention he deserved. Salem stopped his hand, “It’s alright Tys. You made me feel really good. How are you feeling?” Salem wasn’t feeling very drunk anymore, he was just extremely tired.

“Look babe, I’m not going to just take you like this and then leave you-” Rios insisted still catching his breath.

“It’s alright. Trust me, please okay? Would you like to stay with me tonight?” Salem asked as he smiled pleasantly.

Rios saw the smile and melted, he touched the side of Salem’s face. “Damn I hope you know how you’ve got me. Yes. I’d love to stay tonight.”

“Alright Tys, well I have to clean up. I’ll be back.” Salem stood and disappeared in to the dark.

Rios went in the opposite direction to get some water. Rios returned and laid down he was lost in a mound of thoughts within seconds. He couldn’t believe that he had the opportunity to lay with Salem. It was wonderful, just like he’d expected. He knew Salem’s heart wasn’t fully in it but it would have to do…for now. Salem slipped out of the darkness slowly and it startled Rios. “Hell Elliot, I didn’t even hear you!” Rios said, sitting up.

“Shh, it’s alright.” Salem whispered. He wore an evil little smile on his face as he slipped between the sheets.

“Fuck.” Rios laughed. “I never thought I could be snuck up on.” He cracked his neck a little and settled again.

He pulled Salem close, and Salem rested his head on his chest. Salem’s soft hair tickled Rios’ chin, until Rios moved his hair aside. His hair was so soft when he didn’t use any product in it. Rios couldn’t help but run his fingers through his hair some more. Salem fell asleep almost immediately. The morning came too quickly, Salem woke up alone. He was used to it but he wasn’t used to the relatively severe headache pounding in his head. He called Rios to see if there was any work for him at the office but there wasn’t with the last weapons dealer taken out they needed to establish a new seller and it would take a week or two, there was some other problem but that was something Rios and the “office” team took care of. Sometimes Salem felt left out, and this was one of those times. This time though, he welcomed the time off; he had a lot to think about. His time with Rios was great but he was drunk and tired. But what bothered him most was the fact that deep inside he felt so damned bad. All he could think about was Clyde, not during his intimate time with Rios but before and after. He brushed his teeth with the usual cinnamon paste in hopes it would refresh him but to no avail.

He called Rios’ cell-phone. “Hey.”

“Hey Tys, it’s me, listen I know things are hectic over there but I’m going to need some time off.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” his voice heavy with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Please don’t worry. Too much booze. I have some cleaning to do around here. I know there aren’t any missions for me, no team to train right now.” Salem kept going but Rios interrupted.

“Just relax okay?” he told him.

“Thanks. I might not answer my phone, I- just need some more sleep. You take it easy too okay? I’ll see you soon.” Salem said.

“Oh. Well, okay. Sleep well.” Rios said.

Salem hung up and shut his cell-phone off. Then he disconnected his home-phone and shut down his laptop. It was so overcast outside, and with the curtains drawn it was as dark as night in the apartment. It began raining against the windows, and he sat there in the dark, with his face in his hands. He was thinking of either trying some sleeping pills for the first time, or drinking some more. But it was 10AM and either idea was bad. The guilt was rising within him as he changed position on the black leather couch, lying down and staring at the magnified reflections of the rain drops through the glass on the hard wood floor. He knew he was going to have to tell Clyde. But how? He was drunk, Rios was a potential flame from the past, and he himself didn’t get off, was it that bad? How the hell would Clyde react? Kill him? Torture him? He did one and nearly the other already. Did Clyde have a heart to break? The questions kept spinning and forming. Salem couldn’t take it anymore, he sprang up, rubbing his temples and reached for the bottle that still remained on the table. It was half full, more than enough for a full day of intoxication. Just as he was about to down it, he stopped. Instead he took it with him in to the bedroom and rested, he laid there in a pair of dark blue boxers until he fell asleep again. And for about 18 hours he got up only twice to use the bathroom and then went right back to sleep. He felt so utterly depressed and confused.

After 18 hours of confinement he got up, made some food, watched the news and then took a shower. He became restless, he couldn’t sleep anymore. He began to hear the sound of machine guns and shouts rattling off in his head. He fixed his hair and then shifted around on the couch aimlessly. The TV made him nervous, he shut it off, and pondered going out to a bar or maybe calling a party together, but he didn’t want anyone around. He felt so angry. He took the bottle in his hand once more and drank from it. Angry gulps. In a few minutes the swigs turned from angry to sluggish. He slammed the bottle down, almost breaking it on the solid oak table. The room was getting colder so he went and put a black fitted t-shirt and some long flannel pants on. He was tired of lying around like a bum in next to nothing. He smelled and looked great but he was drunk as hell again. This time he knew he couldn’t do any further damage since he was by himself. He felt pretty good, his chest felt light and he laughed a little, as he sat on the floor beside the couch. Then there was just the rain again. Suddenly the calm was interrupted by a knock. It was the calm before the storm…

Salem was thinking of ignoring the visitor but he decided it would be best to see who it was. He did have all communications severed all day and perhaps it was important. He staggered to the door, noting his gun not too far away. He looked through the peephole and saw nothing. He decided to open the door any way and there wasn’t anyone there; just the fancy carpeting and the white walls. The bright lights jarred him so he stepped back a little, he decided to go for his gun for some strange reason, which took him quite far from the door. When he turned back to the door, there he was, leaning against the door way. Salem unconsciously still held the gun at his side and took a few steps back. Clyde walked up to Salem with energetic paces and took him by the hand. He took the hand that held the gun and pointed the barrel under his chin, guiding Salem’s finger around the trigger. He smiled at him like he always did with that wild something glowing deep in his eyes. He winked at him as he dug the cold metal deeper in to his own flesh.

“Oh god- do it, please.” Clyde panted.

Salem was so drunk he was afraid his hand would slip. “Stop!” he said firmly as he loosened his hand completely. He rested his other hand on Clyde’s shoulder and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Clyde finally lowered the gun, and took it from him. He dismantled it with unnatural speed and set it down where it was before. Then he gripped the back of Salem’s neck roughly and kissed him with unrestrained passion. He kicked the door shut behind him, and Salem moved his hands up Clyde’s sturdy back, he could feel the rock hard muscles tense in an impressive response to his touch. Clyde let his mouth rest on the side of Salem’s neck, “You’re drunk. What happened?”
Salem sighed and reached for the door, Clyde let him go. Salem fell on to his knees and locked the front door. He almost felt like he was alone for a moment, but then he saw the shadow looming, and turned back around, propping himself up on to the door. He laughed a little as he looked up. Clyde knelt down in front of him and brought his face real close. He didn’t have any battle paint on but his scars were freshly opened. He caressed the side of Salem’s face, but almost menacingly, he became a little rough when Salem tried to look away.

“Tell me.” He pried.

“Hey Phillip. It’s okay. I’m so glad you’re back. You found the apartment too. Good.” Salem slurred most of his words.

“Yeah, well I follow directions pretty well. I just came from my place.” Clyde answered, still holding Salem’s face firmly. Salem smiled at him. He gave him the smile unlike Clyde had ever seen before. The beautiful, natural pearly glistening smile that beamed and shot right through his heart. Clyde was very much taken by its unmatchable radiance so he loosened his grip and looked at Salem, his expression softened.

“Wow babe. You only smile like that when you’re drunk?” Clyde asked him.

“Only when I’m feeling confident…and tired.” He replied, placing his hands over Clyde’s gently.

“Well I guess before it was always too dark, or too early for me too see it then.” Clyde said.

Clyde was angered that Salem didn’t answer him though, he clamped his gloved hand around Salem’s neck. “Answer me Elliot. What happened?”

“Please just kill me. I deserve it.” Salem sputtered, making no attempt to stop him. “I’ve waited this whole day for you to show up and end my life.”

Clyde released his throat, stood abruptly and looked around. He disappeared in to the other room and Salem clumsily stood and went right for the bottle over on the table. He immediately drank a few gulps. Clyde rushed in and took the bottle from him. “What the fuck are you doing? Drinking like that is going to kill you before I get to.” He took the bottle and was about to smash it on the wall, but instead he inhaled. After he paused, he walked over and poured the rest down the kitchen sink.

“Shit- that stuff costs so fuckin’ much!” Salem shouted as he collapsed on to the couch.

“You know you’ve been saying that same line to me quite often, you’ve got money problems or something?” Clyde asked as he removed his gloves and left them on the kitchen counter, then he washed his hands.

“No, it’s just that drink cost a lot and those guns did too!” Salem pouted.

“Are you fuckin’ serious? I’ll get you new ones! Better ones!” Clyde said, sitting in the arm chair and looking at the disheveled Salem. He turned the lamp on just to tease him a little bit. Salem struggled to sit up, but couldn’t, so instead he fixed his hair and then slouched.

“You must be cold huh?” Clyde asked him, as he stood and ran his index finger over one of Salem’s hardened nipples. They showed through his fitted t-shirt even though it was black. The ring he had through each nipple made them all the more visible. He crowded Salem on the couch. “Why does it bother you so damn much if I drink?” Salem asked him.

“Well I guess I can tell you a few things about me. My old man was a fuckin’ drunk, used to beat the hell out of me. Then one day, when I was about 14, I stood up for myself. It didn’t end well. I almost killed him. We didn’t talk much at all after that. He died about 10 years ago I think. I’m not sure. The thing that killed him was something related to years of heavy drinking.” Clyde told him. His face was cold as stone and as he made eye contact with Salem there wasn’t anything inside.

“Oh wow I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I promise you I’m not an alcoholic. And I’m sorry about your father. I never even met my Dad, I just know until I was 16, he sent money, I saw him a few holidays that’s it. He has his own family and shit. He’s happy that’s great. My Mom got around that’s all I can say. She passed away five years ago. Rest her soul. Anyway. Wait- what about your Mom?”

“My Mom? You want to talk about that? Are you just stalling?” Clyde asked.

“Hell yeah I want to know.” Salem asked.

“She died giving birth to me while in some foreign country, during some conflict or war my Dad told me.”

“She was a soldier?” Salem asked.

“Yes of some sort. And don’t ask because I don’t anything about the conflict just like we don’t talk about what the wars we fight behind the scenes.”

“Won’t your birth certificate tell you where it was at least?” Salem pressed on.

“Nope they got me one from the US of A, so I have no idea. They denied me the truth and my father blamed me for her death or some shit. So yeah that’s all. I was forged in chaos.” Clyde clearly didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

There was a long moment of silence and Salem was very uneasy. He was buzzing even after the serious talk and he became fidgety.

“Well I guess that’s why you are the god of war?” Salem said, staring at Clyde, now in a drunken daze. He was already horrendously attracted to Clyde but the alcohol tore down any barriers. He worshipped him.

Clyde laughed in his throat. “God? Now you’re just kissing my ass.”

“No, really I’ve seen what you can do.” Salem said, sinking in to the couch even more.

Clyde offered his hand, “Here let me help you.”

Salem took his hand and Clyde pulled him up in to his arms. He held him so close for a moment and Salem loved the heat from Clyde against him. He wondered why he felt so cold. Clyde warmed him up quickly and he didn’t want them to be apart, Clyde lifted him up and carried him to bed. He dropped him down on to the soft bed and then went in to the other room to shut off the lamp. Salem got under the covers seeking warmth, but the alcohol must have been playing a cruel joke, the moment he was under the covers, he grew fiery hot. He removed his shirt and Clyde walked in. “Well I’m glad I didn’t miss the show.” He said. He got on top of Salem and again the heat returned ten-fold.

“Wow it’s so fuckin’ hot.” Salem rasped. Salem collapsed back on to the pillow with his hair tousled in his face a little. He went to fix it, but Clyde stopped him. “I like it babe.” He kissed him, hard, pressing him in to the pillow more. He pinned Salem’s wrists above his head and stared down at him. He tried to hide his adoration for Salem, but it was difficult, especially since it was mirrored in Salem’s eyes. It seemed to be drawn out in what seemed like some sort of magnetic pull.

“Nothing happened for me Phillip. I promise.”

“What do you mean?” Clyde asked him, bringing his face close again.

“I didn’t get off, I swear it! And if you don’t believe me please just kill me now!” Salem started out whispering timidly and it ended in desperate shouts.

Clyde just looked at him, with an occasional blink. No expression could be read.

His grip tightened around Salem’s wrists, and that was all.

“Please--say something.” Salem said lowering his voice.

Again a minute of silence, Clyde just glanced over Salem, his expression almost resembled amusement, possibly some contempt but it was impossible to tell.

“Please! It doesn’t matter what you say, just say something! Or end my life! I should have never done that to you. I knew I should have never done that. I knew him for so long….” Salem’s eyes widened, he looked horrified as Clyde wasn’t doing anything at all.

Clyde drew in a deep breath, “I already know who it was…so….why would you do that … to me?”

“…I’ve known him for a long time. It was something from a long time ago, it was something that needed to happen and I really…wish it didn’t. Only because… ah damn it all I could think about was you; before and after. I know what I want now. You’re all I fucking want. I know you don’t want me anymore…but for what it’s worth, I love you so fucking much. I love you…” he stopped talking as hot tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t stop them, no matter how much he wanted to. He turned his face away but he knew Clyde already saw them. Some light source must have picked up a glistening tear, or he must have felt him tremble.

“Do you love him too?” Clyde asked him, trying to keep his cool, but his lips were drawn tight.

Salem bit his lip and tasted some of the salty tears that got trapped on his lip and trickled into his mouth.

“No I don’t. And all I told him was I cared about him, which I do but not like I do for you. I know for sure that I never could feel this way about anyone else. Phillip, I don’t know what I have to say or do to make you believe me, but if you won’t believe me no matter what I do, then just kill me now. He must know by now that I feel some level of regret about what we did since I laid around all day cut off from the rest of the world.”

“And you didn’t get off? Why not? What the hell happened?” Clyde kissed one of the tears away from the side of Salem’s soft cheek. “Your sorrow has a distinct taste, just like your fear. I must say though, while your sorrow is of a delicately savory variety, your fear is what I enjoy most; it is like sweet sticky honey. But please answer the question.”

Salem realized that Clyde was enjoying his tears for the time being, and he wasn’t upset by it because he deserved. He deserved far worse than that.

“Well, the whole to-do was pretty brief and to the point, we didn’t really know what to do with each other. I prepped him and while it was a tender moment, it was more like we were friends, pleasuring each other in secret. It was wrong. By the time he was done, I was tired and feeling guilty as hell. He slept here and was gone in the morning. We talked like normal in the morning on the phone. Nothing giddy or shit like that.” Salem explained.

“Answer one more. And for the record, I’m letting you know now, you hurt me babe…”

Salem couldn’t hold back the few more tears that poured down his face, he fought whatever expression that tried to break through. He bit down on his lip till it bled slightly and closed his eyes. Clyde licked the tears away. At that point he was enjoying the sorrow and he wasn’t hiding it. It aroused him so much, as it also confirmed that Salem really loved him and didn’t just like the dangerous fucking. Or on the flip side, go along with what he wanted all those times, just to save his own ass.

“You’re mine right?” Clyde asked him, squeezing his wrists till it became unbearable.

“All yours. I can apologize everyday as many times for as long as you like.” Salem said, sniffling.

Clyde smiled evilly at him, he loved how Salem’s body trembled feebly underneath him, it made his cock so hard.

“Shh Elliot, it’s okay now. Look I’m not furious with you. I know it was a one-time thing. You just let him use you, like a good friend does. He’s a bastard, it’s not your fault.” Clyde kissed Salem on the lips gently.

Salem was surprised that Clyde could be so understanding, but he was so elated at the same time.

“Why don’t you go wash that pretty face of yours?” He told him as he released his wrists.

Salem slowly stood, feeling the blood rush to his hands again. His head began to spin and he would have fallen if Clyde didn’t catch him. Salem stepped in to the bathroom and Clyde gave him some time to clean up. He removed his shirt revealing his usual multitude of tattoos with a few new ones. Salem came out and sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched Clyde put together a large handgun, his muscles flexed as he snapped the pieces together. He stood with his legs slightly spread, his stomach muscles pulled tight with purpose as he cleaned and readied this gun. He placed it on the table. It was a beautiful silver and black and it was embellished with a hand-carved tribal design.
“That is for you gorgeous.” He told Salem.

“Are you-serious?” Salem said, reluctantly reaching for it.

Right as Salem had his hand over it, Clyde placed his hand over Salem’s. He stopped him, and pulled him close, and then he pushed him down on to the bed, immediately climbing on top of him and pressing his body to his. “I had to go through quite a bit to get that one for you. They say it’s cursed.” He winked at Salem.

“What- did you have to do?” Salem said, frightfully.

“Aw are you scared?” Clyde took him by the arm and slid his hand up it, till he got to his wrist, he stopped there and pinned him down. “Not to worry the curse is on me, since I was the one who killed the previous owner.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Salem trembled a little, he couldn’t help it. He still wanted to hear the story. “Please tell me what happened?”

“Well I arranged a meeting with a very special dealer to get you a unique gun. I took a mission on the way, completed that by the way. So I got there, he had some nice fuckin’ guns, but the one that caught my eye was the one he had on display. Now the dealer was a master dueler so he agreed to duel me and well, you know the outcome. So there it is. He told me all about the last 4 owners and how they died and shit. Well his death can easily be explained. It’s never been fired. It’s just too beautiful to use. So yeah that gun is about twenty years old but it’s been upgraded and pimped out, only a few of the original parts remain. But it’s perfect in everyway….just like you.” Clyde told him as he took his other wrist and pinned it down.

“Wow, so you paid for that gun with your life…potentially.” Salem whispered. He looked over and saw it shine in the darkness.

“I had to take it apart to make sure the bastard wasn’t lying about it being a virgin.” Clyde added.

“Yeah that is important, especially after what you risked for it… I remember when you took me, I was one.” Salem hiccupped.

“I know babe.” He covered Salem’s mouth with his own. Salem was still a little concerned that he wasn’t in the clear, Clyde was very unpredictable.

He felt so numb though and he couldn’t help but give in and feel completely careless.
“Please promise me that you won’t do anything to Rios, it was my choice too.” Salem begged.

“I’ve wanted to kill that bastard since he ran scared and left me for dead a long time ago.” Clyde told him, his face contorted in anger.

“What?” Salem asked.

“It was about a year before you joined up, something went wrong with a mission. We didn’t know each other too well, but he had a chance to help me, and he didn’t. He ran like a bitch. I bet that prick remembers that too.” Clyde told him.

“Oh wow I had no idea.”

“Well he wouldn’t tell you that. But now I have something to really kill his ass for.” Clyde glared.

“Damn it! Please. I’ll do anything, just don’t fuckin’ hurt him.” Salem was nearly shouting.

“Okay, anything?” Clyde thought for a while.

“Oh shit what did I get myself in to?” Salem rasped. He struggled under Clyde a little; the heat was almost too much for him. The heat acted as an enhancement to the alcohol, it made him even more compliant and dazed.

“You want me to work for you? I can be your body guard.” Salem blurted out.

“You know you get yourself in to a lot of trouble when you’re drunk. No, I can’t have such a pretty bodyguard, you’d be getting kidnapped all the time. Part of me wants to watch what would happen but… no, I have to work alone babe. You’re with Smiley anyway, you don’t have to risk your life for that. Do you want to know the turn over rate? I kill any surviving ones at the end of the missions anyway.” Clyde smiled.

“Fuck! That’s awful!” Salem exclaimed.

“No, most of the time those morons are criminals that I train for a while and they probably plan on trying to turn on me anyway.” Clyde responded.

He could have been right but even so, it was twisted and paranoid.

Clyde kissed Salem’s neck and ear slowly at first but as soon as he caught his scent, he became more desperate. The sensations drove Salem crazy, rolling up his spine as Clyde moved his hands over Salem’s chest. He trailed his hand down, till he grabbed Salem’s crotch through his flannel pants. He wasn’t gentle about it, Salem winced and a little sound caught in his throat. Clyde sat up, towering over him. To Salem he looked like a giant, because his vision was distorted due to the alcohol. Salem admired him, looking up at him longingly. He slowly went in to touch his well-muscled stomach, but he was hesitant, in fear that he would be thwarted. His fingertips touched the hard flesh and he still wasn’t stopped, so he continued. He pressed his palms against Clyde’s unyielding muscular stomach and up his hard chest. He studied his tattoos as his hands wandered, finally resting on his pecs. His eyes always stopped on the bold “X” over his heart, but he noticed something different. Clyde had something added and Salem’s eyes grew large with disbelief. In between the spaces of the bold “X”, on the left and on the right, he had an “E” and an “S” tattooed.

“Oh wow, Phillip, is that for real?” Salem asked him, a little smile curled up in one corner of his lips.

Clyde looked down on him, his green eyes turned a brighter shade, but it was far too dark for Salem to see it, not until Clyde brought his face right to his. “Of course, it’s to match the Smiley mask you have tattooed on your stomach remember?”

“Well, yours is so much more meaningful, holy shit. I don’t know what to say. I’m so honored.” Salem said. He sat up as soon as Clyde sat back up and kissed the “X”. He latched his tongue around the nipple ring and gently tugged. Right as the nipple was stretched a little, he licked it, creating some deliciously painful yet enticing little sensations. Clyde placed his tattooed hand on the back of Salem’s head and kept him there briefly. Salem wanted to see if he had any new modifications and he really wanted Clyde to screw him, he missed him terribly. The alcohol was resting nicely in his veins and the whole situation panned out pretty well. Clyde only had one nipple pierced so Salem didn’t have another one to tug on, he was worried he teased the other one too much, so he abruptly stopped and looked up at Clyde with a look of panic.

Clyde fell back on to the bed, taking Salem down with him. Salem laid on top of him, almost awkwardly at first. Clyde was amused by his little struggle to get situated. He was ungraceful and clumsy but still so damn hot. Clyde would have never imagined being even the slightest bit attracted to anyone let alone another man until he met Salem. And the sickest thing of all was that it spawned from his unhealthy drive to kill him.

“Can I ask you something…Sir?” Salem asked him, looking up, into his face.

“What.” He said, still amused. He brushed the hair aside from Salem’s eyes.

“Please fuck me. I can’t wait any more.” Salem pleaded, even under the influence, he blushed as he asked.

“Why should I?” Clyde asked him.

Salem slithered up closer, rubbing his nearly naked body against Clyde’s as he did so. He brought his lips right to Clyde’s. “Why do you torture me all the time?” he whispered.

Clyde wore an evil little smirk, keeping a small distance.

“Don’t you want to?” Salem begged, his hair was in his face again. It had grown out quite a lot. It was close to looking the way it did when Clyde first met him, but the color was wrong.

Clyde soon realized he was just torturing himself more than he was Salem but he wanted to play the game a little more and see how far it would go. He knew why Salem did what he did with Rios so he wasn’t angry anymore, it stung him, but it would pass.

“Okay I have to get up for a minute.” Clyde told him. It pained him to have to tell Salem that, to have Salem get off of him, but he had to get up.

Salem kissed Clyde, he didn’t care how mad he would get. He initiated the kiss no matter what the consequence. The kiss lasted a while, until finally Salem got dizzy and broke it off. “Okay babe I have to stand up.” He told him. Salem slowly got off him and Clyde stood. He needed to take his brand new boots off, so he sat down on the armchair to remove them.

“Hey I can help you!” Salem wanted to help, so he fell off the bed with a painful thud and crawled over to him.

“Wow Elliot that was quite a fall.” Clyde said, unlacing a black, steel-toe boot.

Salem shrugged it off as he went to help him with the other shiny, new boot. They smelled heavenly like new expensive leather. Salem brought his nose right to the top most laces and took one deep breath. He couldn’t help himself, and he knew Clyde would enjoy the show. Clyde reached back and turned the lamp on dimly, he needed to see.
Salem opened his mouth a little and just with the tip of his pink tongue he touched the boot with it. Then he pulled the laces open with his teeth. All the while, his perfect little hard ass was jutting out and vulnerable. Clyde watched him intently, he was surprised but extremely pleased. Even completely inebriated, Salem was careful not to mark up or damage the fine footwear. When Salem stopped and looked at what Clyde was doing, he went back to unlacing his other boot. As Clyde was still unlacing the other boot Salem suddenly went and licked his fingers. Clyde cupped his hand under Salem’s chin, turning his gaze up to meet his. “You are horny aren’t you?” Clyde asked him.

“I just need you.” Salem whispered as he blushed again.

“So shy when it comes to words.” Clyde smiled wickedly.

Salem felt the arousal over take him as Clyde’s hands were on him briefly, he went back down on his hands and stuck his tongue all the way out, revealing his barbell, and dragged it all the up the boot. His tongue was pink and glistened just a little from wetness. Clyde watched the skin on his tattooed back, crawl in excitement as he licked the boot a few more good times. Salem stood up with a look of disappointment; he clumsily shut the lamp off and got under the covers. He seemed to be done trying to entice Clyde. Clyde washed up a bit and returned to the bed, he joined Salem, who was not asleep at all, he was laying there, with his arms folded behind his head. He turned his back to Clyde and it just amused Clyde all the more. As soon as Clyde was settled, Salem started to get out, but Clyde jumped up and grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down on the bed. “And where the hell do you think you’re going?” Clyde asked him, he straddled him, and gave him a smug grin.

“Well I was going to give you some room.” Salem told him.

“Room? What the fuck.” Clyde laughed, he stroked Salem’s throat with one hand, then moved his hand up to the side of his face.

“No really I’ll go away.” Salem felt like Clyde was just teasing him. He slipped out from underneath him, because Clyde gave him some room.

Salem went in to the living room with an extra blanket and Clyde took the moment to remove his own fatigues and socks, leaving only a pair of boxers on. Then he walked in to the room and tore the blanket off Salem, he was drunk and upset still. Salem merely got up but as he walked around the couch, Clyde leapt with speed and uncanny grace over the couch and caught him around the waist again. He stood behind him and bit him on the ear. One hand was placed over Salem’s heart and the other over his stomach. Salem had to grip the back of the couch with both hands for leverage.

“You have no fucking idea how much you aroused me back there. You made me so hard. It was so difficult for me to play that little game. Holy shit it took so much…I can’t deny you. I can’t deny myself of you. I need you so much.”

Clyde slid his hands down to Salem’s hips and forced him away from the couch a little more. The words aroused Salem all over again, he knew Clyde wanted him again. Clyde moved too fast for him, it was blurry and his head spun, it seemed almost instant but he knew it couldn’t have been, but Clyde had wrenched his pants down and was thrusting in and out of him. His cock was so hot, and his skin was so soft. He was slamming in and out of him so hard, that he felt his teeth were going to crack. He couldn’t stay standing any longer, he felt as though his feet would slip. Just as he about to slip and fall, Clyde caught him around the waist, he stopped fucking him for a moment, and they moved to the hardwood floor. Salem turned to him quickly, holding him close, they were both sticky with sweat, and the room was humid. Clyde gripped the back of Salem’s neck and smashed his mouth against Salem’s. Panting between kisses, Salem opened his mouth, and Clyde stuck his tongue deep inside, exploring and running his pierced tongue over Salem’s soft wet tongue, and then over the roof of his mouth, tickling him to his very core.

Clyde slammed him back to the ground and lifted his legs. Salem helped guide his thoroughly hard shaft inside again. There was a lot of blood, but Salem was accustomed to it at that point, he watched Clyde’s muscles tense under his skin, it looked so severe and resembled a serpent slinking against a rock. He wished he could be him sometimes, so intense, so powerful and so…hot. Salem wanted to take him in deeper, “Phil- can I try some-thing?” Salem panted.

Clyde took a moment to respond, he was getting so close. When he took his hands from Salem’s athletic thighs, there were purple marks. He pulled out and Salem got on all fours again, Clyde immediately thrust in again, and Salem winced, he was in all the way. Clyde placed one hand on Salem’s stomach again and slid it down to grip his cock. His hand was wonderfully warm and this time he had a great rhythm. Salem couldn’t believe how fast he neared his climax. Clyde slowed down but remained consistently rough, after a few more strokes, Clyde curled his finger around the ring through Salem’s cock. Salem prayed he wouldn’t pull but he did. Salem almost cried, and right after he his body shook with the agony, Clyde became overwhelmed with his own climax. He released Salem’s manhood, and hissed, wrapping his hand around Salem’s neck he forced his head back a little to feel his pulse. He bit down on his back, drawing blood. The seed that shot inside him this time was hot as fire and it burned him right to his soul. Salem’s heart beat so fast and his pulse raced incredibly fast, Clyde almost felt like he could cum again just from feeling Salem’s reaction. Salem’s cock started to soften even though the feel of Clyde’s climax made him feel wonderful. Clyde’s flipped him over on to his back and saw that he had drawn blood from pulling on the ring. “Fuck that must’ve hurt babe.” Clyde panted. He leaned down and licked the blood away. Salem was shocked, he couldn’t believe that Clyde actually licked his cock. “Don’t get used to that.” He winked. He licked the underside of Salem’s generous manhood, teasing it a little with the barbell pierced through his own tongue. Then it turned in to long drags and sucks and little bites, just to get it wet.

“Fuck Phillip you have no idea how close I am now.” Salem arched in to the attention Clyde was giving him. Salem was amazed with himself and how he was able to ignore the excruciating pain inflicted upon him earlier. The sweet touch on him now was overwhelming and he gave in to it entirely.

Clyde wrapped his hand around Salem’s cock again and massaged it, from hilt to tip, avoiding the wound. Salem was gasping and begging, and in a matter of a few minutes he came hot all over his own chest and a little on Clyde’s hand. Clyde licked his fingers clean, a gesture that nearly sent Salem into a state of bliss all over again. He could tell that Clyde had loosened up a lot with him, and that he was considerably more gentle. The homicidal tendencies towards him dropped significantly as well.

“Well if this is going to be my last time to be drunk, I might as well live it up right?” Salem was still panting for air, propped up on his elbows.

Clyde secured his manhood back into his boxers and stood up just by the strength of his legs.

“Where in the hell do you keep all that strength?” Salem asked him, tilting his head to one side and letting his hair fall into one eye.

“I always have a few extra rounds in me.” Clyde told him, cracking his knuckles, and then extending his hand toward Salem.

Salem took it and Clyde pulled him, wrapping his other arm around his waist, pulling him close. It was almost like he was initiating a tango. “You wanna dance?” Salem asked him, a little smile on his face.

“Hell no.” Clyde said, as he took him by the wrist and headed towards the bedroom.

“Holy fuck, are you going to plow me again?” Salem asked, staggering behind him.

Clyde suddenly turned to him, with his face right at Salem’s, mouths almost touching, “What, are you complaining?”

“If I ever complain about that I would be a total moron. Which I’m not. And I love it when you fuck me. I just wish we talked more, and- ” Salem began to ramble.

Clyde placed his index finger over Salem’s mouth. “Shh okay I get it. You like it when I fuck you.”

Salem noticed that there was another liquor bottle on the kitchen counter, he must have taken out the last one he had some time earlier, during his drunken stupor. He would go back for it later since he felt the need for just one more buzz. Clyde tossed him on to the bed, “Remember when you said you’d do anything? Well, I’m going to cash in on that in a little while.” Clyde told him, “I’m going to get cleaned up, you made me work up a sweat there.”

Salem watched him go, and then quickly went for the bottle in the other room, he downed a few more shots and felt the burn deep in his stomach. Then he put the bottle back in the fridge and waited for the buzz. He hoped it would not take effect until after the shower because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand if it didn’t. He laid down with the room spinning and knew that wasn’t a good sign, if it didn’t stop, he would be sick, if it did stop, he would feel great. Luckily it took a good turn, because he didn’t mix any drinks, he breathed slowly and went numb again. His vision was blurry off and on but everything else was super. Clyde came back out minutes later, wearing just a towel around his hips.

“Goddamn you are sexy.” Salem told him, but it was hardly louder than a whisper.

Clyde pretended to ignore him, but judging by the evil little smile, Salem knew otherwise.

“Well, only you think that Elliot.” Clyde finally responded. He picked up the fancy gun and handed it to him.

Salem looked it over carefully, “This is beautiful, real art here. Thank you so much.” He set it down slowly on the table next to him, and slowly went in to kiss Clyde. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to do that but tonight he didn’t seem to care about the risk. Clyde stayed still, letting Salem come to him. Salem knew at any moment, Clyde would grab him roughly, or stop him angrily, but it didn’t happen, his lips touched Clyde’s and the kiss happened. It took quite a bit from Clyde to just sit there and let Salem take control but he wanted to see what would happen too.

“I’m going to clean up here too now.” Salem told him. Clyde nodded.

Salem got up and Clyde hated to see him leave, but he hid it. As Salem was absent, Clyde had to put a borrowed pair of clean boxers on and then ventured in to the other room just to familiarize himself with the place, and maybe learn more about Salem. Really all he could find in the near total darkness was neatly arranged furniture and a really top-notch entertainment system. Oddly enough, Salem was a minimalist when it came to his living quarters; he only liked his arsenal, his watches and his cars fancy. There weren’t any personalized items around, or at least, any Clyde could find. But he wasn’t going to pry so right as he was going to return to the bedroom, there was a little knock at the door. Clyde knew there was only one person that it could be, so he went right to the door and opened it. There stood Rios, in casual athletic attire, a step above loungewear. There was a moment of peace between the two of them, but only a moment.

“Well I see the wolf has returned to devour its prey.” Rios spat the words as he took a dominant step in.

“Seems to me like you don’t know a thing about the situation here you bastard.” Clyde retorted, barring full entry. He folded his muscular arms, and waited.

Rios lunged at him but Clyde jumped aside, dodging the heavy attack. Rios stumbled forward a little, taking a moment to regain his ground.

“Well, you got in.” Clyde said, shutting the front door.

“I know you are just using him, and I know you are just doing all this to tear things down from the inside. I wasn’t born fucking yesterday. You know united, Salem and I are a forced to be reckoned with…so you split us up.” Rios said, clenching his huge fists at his sides.

“Oh really, you still think I’m after what you have? What is it? The money? The cars? The broads? You’re wrong old man.” Clyde snapped at him.

“You just want to ruin the PMC, and finish your mission. And you’re still fuckin’ mad I ran away. Well, I didn’t run away, I did it to save the four others that got separated, then I got help for you.” Rios shouted back.

“Yeah well remember what happened when you got back? I crawled my way out, I didn’t need your help after all. I don’t need anyone’s help, just like I don’t need anything from anyone. I don’t want your company or money or whatever the hell else. And if I wanted revenge I would have killed you right where you fuckin’ stand bitch.” Clyde said, with a menacingly quiet tone. “But I didn’t, because he likes you.”

“Spare me the bullshit. You just try and kill me asshole.” Rios readied his fists.

Clyde gestured for him to come over to him in a mocking way and then he raised his middle finger and smiled. Rios charged at him like a bull, knocking him down with a heavy thud. They grappled and punched brutally at one another, but mostly blind punches in the dark. Luckily there wasn’t anything to knock over and there was a lot of empty space in the living room. They both noted the gun, and it was fast becoming an option.

“What the hell is going on?” Salem slurred his words. It took a few moments and Salem sat on the armrest of the couch it took so long, but finally they stopped. Clyde stood first, rubbing the side of his face and rotating his shoulder till it snapped back. Rios slowly got up, but seemed to be doing fine as well, he clutched his side for a few moments as no one said a word.

“Well this son of a bitch showed up and we started fighting as expected.” Clyde answered him.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were out of it all day.” Rios said, doubling over suddenly.

Salem went over to him, and looked him over. He had some medical training and wanted to help him out. He guided him to the couch, but he himself was staggering quite a bit.

“I see you drank some more-“ Rios began to say but Clyde rudely interrupted.

“It won’t happen anymore.” Clyde told him. “He’ll be fine babe, it was only an elbow to the ribs, I mean what the hell kind of sissy gets hurt from that?”

“I’m not hurt, just have to sit down, I’m tired.” Rios shot back as he sat down, with Salem at his side.

“I’m fine Tys, thank you. Just um, yeah. Drunk, decided to live it up one last time. So I heard in the other room that you didn’t leave Clyde for dead. That’s good you didn’t run scared, but I never thought you did.” He paused and smiled at Rios.

“Aw don’t do that please.” Rios went to touch Salem’s face but Clyde went over to them and sat on the arm chair.

“Tys, I have to tell you something, I’m with Clyde. I’m sorry about last night, I mean you were great and all and I do mean what I said about caring, I just don’t…love-” Rios placed his fingertips over Salem’s mouth.

“It’s alright I know, you don’t have to finish that. I could never really give you what you want anyway.” Rios said, with a sad expression.

“Yeah I hate to say it old man, but he likes it rough and I bet you can’t even please him to an average, ordinary climax, am I right?” Clyde was amused as he spoke.

“Please. Don’t talk about this…” Salem begged Clyde not to mention it as he grew a little red in the face.

“No I want to know Rios tell me, do you think you can get him off? I mean that should end all your doubts.” Clyde pressed on.

Rios glared at him, but he knew he was right.

“Alright you fuck, then tell me how the hell you knew what to do. Or maybe you are lying all along about lovely little Elliot being your first.” Rios was out of options and he hated to bring that up, but he needed some retort.

Clyde seemed a little stunned, his pupils turned to pin-dots.

“Touchy subject Phillip?” Rios asked.

Clyde’s eyes seemed to turn a shade of spooky grey as he seemed lost in thought. He knew if he didn’t reply, Salem might become suspicious, but if he told him the truth he would lose some of his masculine credibility. He inhaled deeply and spoke, “Alright you shit, I’ll tell you.”

Rios was surprised, he didn’t think there was anything to it at all, but he listened. Salem was terrified, he was afraid of what truth laid just within the next few minutes. Clyde placed his face partially in his hands as if to hide some shame yet in his eyes only anger could be read. “Alright Elliot, back when Rios and I were first training, we had 5 commanding officers some of the toughest guys you could imagine; also known as a bunch of bastards too. Crazy fucks with a death wish but they were the best around. For a while things went pretty well, we got the shit beat out of us, all 8 of us, but it made us stronger. Then 2 of us actually died from the training, one death was a total surprise, the other was a scared little ass. Anyway some time passed and the one in charge of the special training took a special interest in me. He said I was crazier then he was and he wanted to train me personally, sort of protégé thing. So they focused in on me, for weeks it went alright, I could take the extra pain and berating but then shit got really out of hand. When that crazy bastard said he took an interest in me I didn’t realize what he meant. I vanished for a solid week or so, to this day I’m not sure how long it was, but…all 5 of those pricks did a lot more then kick my ass. I was his prisoner, and then when he realized I couldn’t be broken he brought the whole gang in, still didn’t work. I passed the test I guess you could say. I killed all but one a few weeks later. But during that week, that’s where I got these pretty little scars.” Clyde traced the long scars on his forearms, and the ones on his face. “I took a liking to the ones on my face though and kept those as a souvenir and reminder… that no one is ever going to defeat me again.”

“Holy shit Clyde, I didn’t know that was what happened. I mean it doesn’t change the bad blood between us but it gives me a better understanding.” Rios said.

Salem stood and knelt in front of Clyde. Clyde looked down at him, with a little smile as Salem took his hand and rubbed it against the side of face. “I’m sorry Phillip that you went through that shit.”

“Yeah well don’t worry about it babe, it just made me stronger.” He said, as he leaned forward and passionately claimed Salem’s lips. After he sat back upright again, Salem looked at the ground, embarrassed. He looked up at Rios with his piercing green eyes, “So that kind of gave me an idea of what to do, happy now, you fuck?”

“Yeah I guess that answered my question.” Rios shifted nervously. “It doesn’t mean I won’t fight for Salem. I believe he should be with me. He’s my dearest friend, my strongest ally and he’s not just some bitch.”

“Oh you think that’s all he is to me? Just some bitch? You have a lot to fuckin’ learn. I’ve only gotten to be with him a few times, now the first time I was with him, I have to admit I almost killed him a few times because it was my mission to, but that’s in the past. I have a lot more planned than that. I want to take him with me.” Clyde said.

Salem immediately cringed at the last words, knowing that Rios would be thrown in to a fit of rage upon hearing it.

“Yeah right.” Rios was enraged. “He’s not a damn animal like you.”

Clyde could feel the rage growing inside, the kind that he didn’t feel for quite some time. It was the primal rage that took control of him, and he wouldn’t stop until he was carving that special little smile on his cold and dead victim’s face. Salem balanced on his knees and placed his hands on Clyde’s face, forcing his gaze to meet his own. Clyde’s bright green eyes flashed with sheer rage for a moment and then sparkled and returned to a normal state as he looked at Salem. He was grinding his teeth and Salem could feel the powerful muscles that lined his defined jaw bone tense under his hands as Clyde’s molars gnashed together. It was frightening, right at his eyes fell on Salem, and taking that wrathful stare, that wasn’t even meant for him, it made Salem freeze inside, but he stayed strong.

“So what do I have to do to make you leave him alone? Shoot a missile at you? Nope tried that. Leave you in a crashing plane? Check that. Kick you out of a building, oh wait, lil Elliot did that.” Rios stopped, almost regretting his last words.

Salem took his hands from Clyde’s face and seemed to shrink back. “Oh fuck, not that again.” Salem huffed. “I- am still so sorry.”

“Shh it’s alright, you were doing you’re job. It’s the closest anyone ever came to killing me.” He winked down at him.
Salem didn’t look eased at all by the gesture.

“Tell me how the hell you survived.” Rios said, sitting forward.

“A grapple hook and only a five story fall. I did break an arm and sprained a few things. Almost punctured a lung too.” He replied, with growing anger.

“So, yeah tell me, how the hell can I get you off my back, or should I say, off his ass?” Rios said, insultingly.

“You’d have to kill me, but seeing as that won’t ever fuckin’ happen, let’s see you please him real nice.” Clyde said, without giving it any thought at all.

Salem slammed his hands down on the cold hard ground in shock. “What the hell?”

“Yeah if this old fuck thinks he deserves you, let’s see him make you happy.” Clyde answered without looking at Salem. His eyes looked troubled, yet his countenance was very serious, almost angry.

“Look, you’re going too far. And there’s more to a partnership than just fucking.” Rios came to his own defense. He stood up, and walked towards Salem.

“I’m aware that there’s more than just screwing which is why I plan on sticking around for awhile, and why I’m taking him with me. Christ give me a break I was only around 3 times, what more could we have done? Knitted a sweater?” Clyde explained, leaning back in the chair.

“Salem, aren’t you going to say anything?” Rios asked, trying to be gentle about it.

“Well, I’m stunned. I don’t know if I should be insulted or…intrigued.” Salem replied, still slurring his words.

“Alright then old man, I’ll show you… what you’ll never have.” Clyde told him as a wide smile spread across his face, he took Salem by the wrists and pulled him up. Salem wore a look of surprise, everything was happening so quickly that he could hardly register it all. If he would have been sober, it wouldn’t have been much better. He pulled Salem in to the bedroom, just for comforts’ sake and he grabbed the gun off the table and flung Salem on to the bed. He walked over to the window, released the clip and scattered the bullets all over the floor. Then he set the gun down.

“What makes you think I don’t have a gun on me right now?” Rios said venomously.

“Because I’d probably have a bullet planted in me somewhere right now…at least one us would if you did have one on you.” Clyde smiled at him.

“You’re such an overconfident prick you know that?” Rios said, tilting his head to one side and squinting one eye at him.

“Well I don’t know what to say I’m speechless.” Clyde taunted.

Salem was sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking surprised. He went over and gripped Salem by the throat, pulling him close. Salem’s hair was in his face, making him look even more seductive and devil-may-care. He smelled so fresh and wonderful, making it so difficult for Clyde to control himself, as always. He grabbed some of Salem’s hair wrenching his hair back and bit his neck, letting his teeth sink in just a little. A soft cry escaped his lips as he opened his mouth.

“Damn it Clyde, you’re fucking devouring him. He’s too scared to do anything. I can’t imagine how much he fought the first few times you took him.” Rios shouted, stepping forward, getting ready to help Salem.

Salem wrapped his arms around Clyde’s broad back, keeping him close. He tilted his head back a little more, exposing more skin, Clyde trailed kisses all the way up until he found his ear. He nibbled the soft lobe and Salem looked down, closing his eyes, completely entranced. He wrapped his powerful legs around Clyde’s chiseled hips, while sitting on the edge of the bed. Clyde pulled him closer, grabbing his ass with one hand, thoroughly pleased by Salem’s complete submission. Clyde’s sturdy and well-muscled back and shoulders tensed as he lifted Salem a little and got on the bed himself, the tattoos of the devils and skulls all seemed to sneer and laugh at Rios, even the large grim reaper seemed amused for a moment.

“Fine, fuck you Clyde, I’ll do it. I bet I can pleasure him in 15 minutes or less.” Rios said, angered and to his own horror, completely aroused by the show.

Clyde looked at him smugly, cradling Salem under his chin. “So you want to try? Salem? Are you too drunk to reply?” Clyde asked.

Salem’s mind was very foggy but he knew what was going on, it was a contest. But at the same time, he knew it would more or less resolve things between Rios and Clyde.

“Whatever you two want to do.” He said, looking up at Clyde.

Clyde slowly opened his arms and Salem gave him room to get off the bed. Rios slowly took his spot, removing his shirt and shoes and then his pants. He stood just in his boxers for a moment as if thinking. Then he sat beside Salem. Clyde sat down on the armchair, and shut his cell-phone off. He didn’t think it would happen but the moment Rios ran his hands up Salem’s shoulders he felt furious inside. He had to look away for a moment, when he looked back, Rios was already on top of him, trying not to crush him, and kissing him, lightly. Salem was struggling to get in to it, and he kissed him with his eyes shut tightly. It was interesting actually watching. A few moments passed and Salem stripped himself just to help things along. Clyde wanted to kill Rios and take Salem all over again, but a deal was a deal, he wanted to be able to make fun of Rios before he killed him. Too much time was lapsing and Clyde could tell that Salem was getting desperate. Rios wasn’t quite tentative enough, though he was trying. His touch wasn’t going to work on Salem, he was tuned mostly for a patient woman, not for a man in the fast lane. Salem did the only thing he could think of in his drunken state, he wanted to help his friend out, while still both on the bed, he got his knees and elbows and found Rios’ large cock with his mouth. Rios didn’t expect for it go like that, but Salem drew him in with his tongue so well that he couldn’t stop him. Clyde knew that Salem wasn’t going to get off, the deal was over. He stood up quietly and as stealthy as the night, he got on the bed behind Salem, he was already hard but he needed just a little bit of extra lubrication. He placed his hands on Salem’s hips, Salem flinched and stopped attending to Rios.
“What the fuck?” Rios was out of breath, he was getting close.

“Shh, it’ll only be a minute, it’s for him.” Clyde told him.

Salem was hesitant, but he turned to Clyde. Clyde grabbed him up, and wiped his mouth, glaring over at Rios for a second. Then he pressed his mouth to Salem’s, he slapped his naked ass and Salem jumped a little. “You aren’t saying much babe.” He said.

“Well, I’m a little drunk right now…and tired. And I have two people who want to fuck me right now…it seems to be at the same time.” Salem said, he seemed distraught at first but then a wicked little grin that flashed those pearl whites formed.

Clyde brought his mouth right to Salem’s ear, “Well I’m going to have you right now, I just want you to do something for me.” Clyde plucked at one of Salem’s nipple rings.

“Now?” Salem whispered back with the little smile still on his face.

Rios was angry, Clyde had taken Salem away and on top of that, stolen the moment away. He folded his arms, and sat wondering if he should just leave for good or not.

Salem got down in front of Clyde and Clyde winked at Rios. Rios wanted to lunge at him but he didn’t he kept remembering that he said whatever was about to happen was for Salem. Salem took Clyde’s manhood into his mouth as deep as possible and drew it in and out with precision and grace. “Hurt me babe.” He rasped, still keeping his cool. Salem dragged his teeth along the tender flesh. He did it so hard that it caught on the skin a few times. Clyde hissed, and gripped Salem’s shoulders. He threw his head back for a moment, he smiled down at Salem. Salem licked the areas that he nicked and he could taste the few drops of savory pre-cum. Salem reached up and pulled on Clyde’s pierced nipple. Clyde pulled himself out of Salem’s mouth. Rios couldn’t believe the pain that Clyde enjoyed, and how hot Salem looked with his perfect ass laid out before him, he just wanted to thrust in without asking.

Salem didn’t know what to expect next, he felt bad about Rios just sitting there. He turned to him, and kissed him, touching the scar on his face and rubbing his shoulders, trying to reassure him. Rios stood up, but stayed within reach. “I’m so sorry Salem, I’m intruding, but thank you for your kindness.”

Clyde gripped Salem by the hips and forced him to bend forward. He thrust in to him, catching him off-guard. He ran his hand up Salem’s back and then traced his index finger down his spine. Salem’s panted and a little laugh of sheer pleasure escaped his throat. Clyde pulled out quickly, flipped him over and drove in again, just to hear that little sound he made. “Isn’t it a beautiful sound he makes?” Clyde said, his voice was raspy.

“Damn it Clyde I don’t want to see you on the job.” Rios said, about to turn and leave, but actually he found it difficult to look away. Salem grabbed him by the wrist. He looked down and saw Salem had one arm covering his eyes, he was smiling, barring some of his teeth, including his canine that looked oddly a little too sharp from that angle.

Rios saw that Salem wanted him to stay. Rios knelt down by the bedside and Salem placed his hands on each side of his face, pulling his face down toward his. He kissed him with such fiery passion. Rios was saddened because he knew the kiss was mostly meant for Clyde, but he took it, he drank all the poisonous lust. Rios got on the bed too, and Clyde once again positioned Salem so that he was on all fours for maximum entry. Salem grabbed Rios’ cock and took it into his mouth yet again. He sucked at it and teased it with his tongue. It was too much for Rios to control himself, he gripped the back of Salem’s head with one large, scarred hand, careful not to hurt him and stroked his soft hair. Clyde thrust in to him so hard, that Salem almost choked on Rios’ cock. He had to time it just right, Clyde took notice of what was going on, and he placed his hand on Salem’s back teasing the nerve and causing him to arch his back and perk his ass up a little more.

He pounded him relentlessly as Salem tried to focus on pleasuring Rios, it was even more difficult when Clyde reached around and with a feathery touch, he teased Salem’s hard cock into complete arousal. Salem could hardly catch his breath, he breathed heavy on Rios’ manhood. Little seductive sounds escaped his throat he never thought he could make. He continued to suck and tease Rios’ cock, and Rios thought he was going to pass out from all the stimulation, it hurt a few times as Salem’s incisor seemed to graze his skin but them he made up for it ten-fold. Clyde fondled the rest of Salem’s package in his hand and massaged it, teasing him over the edge, before he ran his fingertips back up to his cock and running his hand up and down in exquisite rhythm. He savagely thrust in and out of him as he gently laid hands on him, occasionally running his hand up his chest and teasing a pierced nipple.

Meanwhile Rios, gripped Salem’s shoulders, “I’m about to- ” Rios whispered. He pulled out and Salem used a free hand to jerk him off, hot, white seed shot on to the white satin sheets. Rios felt drained, but he felt so good. He sat on the arm chair to catch his breath, and he couldn’t help but watch them. Clyde moved with such savage power and yet precise grace. Salem seemed to nearly come every time he thrust in. Salem’s arm was extended forward, gripping the sheets, the other arm was holding him up, his face was buried and he was biting the mattress, where the sheets were pulled back. His back was arched so beautifully and Clyde had his hand on the back of his neck, suppressing him; claiming him. The other hand was gripping his hip, while he took him. His expression was one of utmost concentration, he looked almost angry, with his jaw slightly offset and his green eyes darkened. The scars on his face that usually resembled a grotesque grin, now accentuated his stern frown.

“Oh god Phillip, what you do to me.” Salem couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

Clyde kept his pace, and squeezed the back of his neck a little bit more.

Rios was worried that Salem would break, like any normal person would under that sort of attack.

“Harder. Please.” Salem, looked up, pulling the sheets close to his mouth and gasping.

Clyde smiled and looked over at Rios, winking.

Rios shook his head and folded his arms.

“Stick around, you can join in again soon.” Clyde said, as he pulled out of Salem. Salem panted and flipped over, with his arms open.

Clyde took him up in to his arms, holding him for a minute or so. Kissing him passionately, he licked the side of his face, tasting the sweet and salty skin. Salem closed his eyes enraptured. Rios felt bad that he tapped out so fast, but Salem was so good at what he was doing and he just couldn’t help it, he hadn’t seen anything like this before. Clyde laid him down gently and then clamped his wrists down, so hard and wet, he thrust back in, making Salem squirm.

“Please finish me. Please.. Phillip...please.” he kept pleading like some sort of mantra. Clyde must have broken something inside him, he was not much more than a dirty whore at that moment and after a few slow thrusts in and out and with his hand dragging up and down his cock, Salem came first. Salem stopped breathing for a moment and curved his back, Rios didn’t notice that Salem had his cock pierced until that moment, because Salem didn’t want him to do anything for him earlier. Clyde got down on his elbows as he thrust inside Salem, he leaned down in an almost contortionist position and kissed his chest. Rios couldn’t believe that Clyde was holding out that long. He had a strange and sick urge to jump behind him and fuck him up the ass, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Perhaps he had a chance of being successful though since Clyde was surely tired, and so close to climaxing, maybe he was aroused enough…

Rios knew it would change everything if he did that though. It could create a whole new plane of issues if he did that, but he was so aroused again and he knew it would only take about 5 minutes before he would cum again. It would give him a chance to gain something back with Salem if he did it and get back at Clyde. So he did it, he climbed behind Clyde.

“What the fuck.” Clyde panted.
Rios placed his large hand over Clyde’s pec, the one with the pierced nipple.

Unwittingly, he pinched it between his fingers as he was adjusting. Clyde bit his lower lip, he was getting so close he had to decide between pulling out of beautiful Salem or just letting whatever happens happen. He hated Rios so much but he was too close to peaking, his eyes flashed and his pupils got smaller. He was already bent forward, and Rios rubbed his arousal up against Clyde’s hard ass. “No Tyson.” Clyde whispered. Rios decided to wait. Clyde held Salem tightly and came inside him, his skin crawled and he bit his lower lip. “Fuck. My Elliot.” He rasped as he buried his face in Salem’s bare skin. Salem smiled at him and fell asleep.

Clyde took a moment to regain his strength and he turned to Rios, “What the fuck do you want?” he said, grabbing Rios’ crotch.

Rios’ opened his mouth in silent protest, his brows drawn together angrily. “Well I was going to fuck you in the ass. Just to get you back.”

“Ah I see. Because you hate me right?” Clyde asked, releasing Rios.

“Well yeah of course. And damn from what I’ve seen you’re such a fine fuckin’ lover. Just a natural.” Rios snapped at him, he wrapped his massive hand around Clyde’s throat.

“I dare you.” Clyde said, narrowing his eyes.

Rios squeezed his throat. “I bet you like that.” He whispered.

Clyde smiled at him, as his breathing became labored. Rios pulled him close, and he snarled at him briefly, before he kissed him. Clyde took a moment before he shut his eyes. The kiss started out as a peck and then grew more violent, it was tooth against tooth, then back to bruising each others lips. Rios wrapped his arms around Clyde’s shoulders, Clyde was suspicious and he coiled his arms around Rios’ ribs. Then they switched, with Rios’ hands on Clyde’s ass.

Clyde pulled away suddenly, gasping for air. “Okay enough.”

“Yeah that was weird.” Rios sat down again.

They both looked at Salem who was sleeping peacefully.

“Ah fuck it.” Rios jumped on him.

Clyde couldn’t dodge him, he was spent. Rios finally had the upper hand. Clyde hadn’t slept in days and he took Salem twice in a matter of less then an hour and Rios was a huge bastard, almost twice his size with a point to prove. “What the hell are you doing? Clyde said, holding him back with both hands. “Well I obviously can’t beat you in a fighting match, and I can’t beat you as a better lover to Elliot. I can’t kill you, there’s probably little torture you wouldn’t enjoy so there is only one thing left to do.”

“No way, you don’t have it in you old man.” Clyde laughed, letting Rios pin his wrists.

“I’m not that much older than you, muffin. And now I’m going to have to prove something to you…” Rios whispered.

“So what you’re going to fuck me now?” Clyde asked, not at all nervous. “Good I needed a nap.”

“You know you don’t seem to understand what’s happening here do you?” Rios told him, as he smiled at him, the scar hardly moving with the rest of his face. “I just don’t want to hurt Elliot when I’m with him, I’m not worried about you.”

“Oo I’m scared.” Clyde looked at him, he wrapped his legs around Rios, and pulled him close, causing their pelvis’ to meet.

“I already know he’s yours Clyde, he loves you. But I don’t want you taking him away.” Rios locked his eyes with Clyde’s.

“Relax, I already told him he can’t come along. I work alone.” Clyde told him.

Rios was so relieved. He leaned down and kissed Clyde on the mouth again. Clyde didn’t respond right away. “I have to repay you for letting me in on tonight’s show.” Rios said.

“Well there might be some other time when it’ll happen again. Salem likes you, I think you know that. It might help him deal with any stress he might have, if you’re there too.” Clyde said, looking over at his pinned wrists.

“What is happening here?” Salem woke up and spoke from the bed. His face was propped up in one hand.

“Well I was talking with Clyde here and we started fighting again.” Rios lied.

“Really? Why do you two always have to fuckin’ fight? I mean Phillip my darling I know you’re fucked in the head and all, but Rios you’re trained to be more diplomatic…” Salem sounded so tired.

Clyde laughed.

“Why don’t you two kiss and make up. I mean I had a wonderful night, didn’t everyone? I have to admit I was scared to death at first having you two coming at me, but it turned out great. I’m so spent. I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything for days.” He looked at Clyde, “you are so wonderful.”

Rios felt hurt but once again he understood. Part of him wanted to hurt Clyde like he hurt, but he knew it wouldn’t help anything.

“Okay you two kiss and make up.” Salem said, tiredly.

Rios cleared his throat. “Elliot, are you serious?”

“Yes daddy, I am.” He smiled at Rios.

They had already done that before so it was nothing new. Rios let Clyde’s wrists go and they both sat up. Slowly they drew near, awkwardly wrapping their arms around each other, and their lips connected. Rios slid his hand up the side of Clyde’s face and let it rest there, Clyde grasped the back of Rios’ ox-like neck, as they continued to kiss. They tilted their heads a little so Salem could see, soon the kiss went open-mouthed. Neither one of them trusted one other enough to stick their tongues in to each other’s mouths though.

“Wow, that’s hot as hell guys.” Salem slurred his words, mostly due to exhaustion. He couldn’t believe his eyes that the two greatest enemies were in a passionate lip-lock. It was mostly for his sake though. He wondered if he could take it further. “You know Phil you could teach him a few things.” Salem winked.

“What are you trying to get us to do babe?” Clyde asked.

Salem smiled weakly at him, his eyelids heavy. “I just want to see something happen to the hottest man in the world that’s all. Sorry Tys, you’re cute but…”

Rios cut in, “No need to explain I think it’s fuckin’ hilarious what you said!” Rios was laughing.

“Wait, what the hell do you mean you want to see something happen to hottest man in world? I mean thank you and all but what does that mean?” Clyde said, looked at Salem, with a serious look.

“Aw come on don’t be angry you know what I mean. It’s nothing bad. It’s just that if I saw it, I would probably cum right then and there.” Salem rasped.

“Yeah but you know that Rios can’t overpower me, no one person can.” Clyde responded.

“But you’re weakened aren’t you darling? That should be enough, and I know Rios has a lot of energy left.” Salem urged.

“Well of course I’m tired as all hell, and this fucker is twice my size.” Clyde said looking back at Rios.
“You’re quite the sadist aren’t you?” Clyde said as the corner of his mouth coiled up in to an evil little smile. “It seems as though Rios here is quite attracted to me anyway.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Rios replied, who knew full-well that he was, though it was mostly a hidden awe of his many talents.

“So it would get you off if I submitted?” Clyde asked, he clearly didn’t like the idea of having to face a demon of the past, but he had already overcome it so that wouldn’t be the issue. “I guess Rios is the best choice, he’s the strongest bastard I’ve ever encountered.” They both stood.

Salem slipped off the bed, “Here you two have this, I can sit up for a little bit. Especially if I make a mess.” He joked.

As Salem walked by, Clyde grabbed his arm and squeezed. “This is all for you.” He smashed his lips against Salem’s. Clyde wrenched the top layer of sheets off the bed and climbed on top, then sat up against the bed frame, beckoning Rios confidently. Rios got between his legs and entwined his tongue around Clyde’s nipple ring; tugging on it with his teeth. Clyde smiled, and gently placed his hand on Rios’ back, waiting for the pain. Much to his disappointment, no pain came. It was alright, all the pain would come a little later, he was a virgin ever since the rape incident with his superior officers ganging up on him years ago. Salem brought Rios the lubricant, he didn’t want to put Clyde through the agony he himself went through. Clyde got on all fours very reluctantly and Salem couldn’t help but run his hands over his back, he never got to see that view before, and it was a sight to behold. He smacked Clyde’s bare ass, and Clyde looked at him over his shoulder indignantly. “I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. It’s probably because I’m so damn tired, and because I know I owe it to you.”

Salem cupped his hand under Clyde’s balls and then moved up to caress the underside of his cock with his palm. “Fuck, I think Rios can leave now.” Clyde panted.

Salem and Rios looked at each other briefly and then Rios nodded at him.

Salem put some of the lubricant on two of his fingers, then he slowly stuck a finger into Clyde. Clyde didn’t respond, he turned a little red with embarrassment, but no one could see. Salem went in with the second finger and Clyde tensed. “Shh it’s alright.” Salem slowed down, the flesh around his fingers was extremely tight, he pressed onward.
Clyde buried his face and reached up gripping the bed frame with his muscles tensed and veins bulging. Salem gently ran his hand up and down the back of Clyde’s race-horse thighs to calm him. He was too proud to show any response other then a few muffled sounds that escaped his throat right at the beginning. Salem helped Rios in the preparation, he positioned himself behind Clyde and continued sliding his fingers in and out, while stroking his cock.

“Now- I know Rios isn’t doing - any of that.” Clyde found it a little hard to catch his breath, the pleasure level was overwhelming and above all, novel. Salem shifted over to Clyde’s side. He used his lubricated hand and stroked Clyde’s cock and with his clean hand, he massaged the back of Clyde’s neck. Clyde turned and looked at Salem, his eyes bright and piercing, somehow still intimidating. “Why are you letting me do this?” Salem whispered.

“If it’s what you want, then this once I’ll let it happen. This is for the times I tried to kill you.” Clyde winked at him, as Salem kept stroking and teasing him, closed his eyes briefly and inhaled deeply. It was time.

“Alright Clyde.” Rios said. Salem moved out of view. Clyde felt a wave of dread, but Salem left him feeling so good that he couldn’t stop it. He felt the large, soft skinned cock, at the opening, slide inside a little slowly at first then in a short burst thrust in fairly deep. He opened his mouth slightly his eyes widened with the agony that shot up his spine. Then there was the memory that flashed in his mind he clenched his fists, as he remembered the shouting voices, and the taste of blood in his mouth and running down his throat. The feel of them holding down his hands, and the repeated entering. All the blood, hot and cold and all the anger and hatred…and then the bizarre love that his superior officer had for him. He remembered hearing the gunshot as he walked away from him, when he told he would never love him. He killed them all, all but one. That one. But he may as well been the one to have pulled that trigger. His eyes widened in horror he was temporarily numb as he was lost in those thoughts. He was so happy thinking about how he cut them all up. He was one with the slaughter house that he turned every battle field into.

It all stopped when he felt a gentle hand run up his back and the other wrap around his cock take on a perfect and familiar rhythm and the thrusting was gentle and slow. Something was different about Rios’ hands, they were smaller and softer, and the way he moved was far too coordinated and seductive, Clyde focused more and realized the hilt was shaved as it brushed against his ass. He looked behind him and saw Salem entering. Rios was nowhere to be found. He must have snuck out a while back and it was part of some impromptu thing. He remembered that Salem had asked before if he could please just have one chance to do that. Clyde buried his face in his hands, he couldn’t believe he was tricked. His first instinct was to stop the whole thing, pin him down and screw him senseless, but he did say it was for him as an apology for nearly killing him, so there was no turning back.

“I love you so much Phillip.” Salem said, leaning forward and biting his back.

“I’m not going to lie babe, this is fucking weird. But you are making me feel great.” Clyde answered him.

Salem was tensing up quite a bit more, but he could tell that Clyde wasn’t anywhere close. “I can’t hold out much longer the idea of being able to enter you has overwhelmed me. Permission to cum please.” He looked concerned.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that? Even though you’re the one doing the screwing, you’re still asking for permission, tell you what, you take what you want.” Clyde answered him.

Salem took his hand from Clyde’s manhood and focused on his peak, he gripped Clyde by the thighs drawing him in as closely as possible as he came inside him. There wasn’t much left in him, but he spilled warmly and then collapsed on to Clyde’s back, panting. He hadn’t the time to even work up a sweat at all.

Salem crawled up to him and collapsed on his chest.

“Better now babe? You got your wish. We’re even now. I still don’t know how you tricked me like that. I have to say I’m relieved it was you and not that bastard.” Clyde told him. “But I still didn’t get to redeem that request of mine from you.”

Salem looked up at him thoroughly exhausted.

There were bullets all over the floor, sheets all strewn about, and they both knew they had a long day ahead of them.