"Give me one good reason not to do away with you right now." The venom leaked from his tongue, the sword whispering closer to the still neck. Strickler's grin pulled tighter, taunting his lips into a sly smirk while his green eyes hung emptily forward.
"How about this one," Strickler quickly snapped around in the driver's seat, careful to keep his movements stiff. He snatched his hand towards Jim, grabbing a fistful of his black shirt. Strickler's hand flexed as he pulled back, dragging Jim to him, firmly planting his lips on top of Jim's. Jim's deep blue eyes widen as Strickler's forest green slipped close. For a brief moment, all was calm; the eye of the storm. Then, everything rushed in, Jim dramatically trying to pull back as Strickler roughly tighten his grip on Jim's shirt. Strickler's lips stuck thickly against Jim's, making a soft smacking sound as he began to move against him. A jolt shocked through Jim's body as a hot tongue dragged across his bottom lip, a small gasp escaping his thin lips. Strickler quickly took the sacred opportunity, shoving his tongue to explore. A brief moment scrambled by, Strickler lustfully exploring Jim's mouth as Jim struggled to distract himself from the horrifying experience. Finally, Strickler released him from his grasp, panting. Disgustedly, Jim wiped his damp lips, heaving in breaths as he skillfully made his sword disappear, allowing him to grab the chill door handle.
"Did you happen to spot my companion watching you the other day? He's my assassin with… How should I put this? Enchanting abilities. He entwined your mother's fate with mine. Any harm you do to me will be done to your mother." The words slithered into Jim's ears, wrapping dangerously around his mush of a brain. Strickler's green eyes dripped off of Jim's silent form, drinking in every detail of his slender body through the rear-view mirror. With white knuckles, Jim exited the car with a daylight flash, Strickler's eyes following his every movement up the stone porch.