The death knell's nerves remained tight until the moment he stepped into his safe house.This house is not big, one bedroom and one living room. You can enter the eyes by opening the only two windows of the door.The death knell did not receive a security alert, and the doors and windows showed no signs of intrusion. There were mugs with black wool patterns on the table, and the milk inside seemed to be cold... He relaxed slightly and walked into the living room, just as he turned to close the door Suddenly he felt something rushing over behind him. The reaction force beyond the limit of humans made him quickly draw out the dagger. However, the opponent grabbed his wrist and kicked his knee at the same time. His body was leaning forward uncontrollably, and the people behind took advantage of the pressure. on.This was a terrible situation. The death knell was lying on the ground, the wrist holding the dagger was clamped behind by the opponent, and the sharp tip of the knife was gently pressed against the lower back.
"What do you want." The death knell turned his head slightly, and the young man sitting on him wore a green domino mask with a goose yellow cloak like the bright feathers of a bird.
"The group of college students who died in the laboratory." The boy's voice was hoarse, "Did you kill it, death knell."
silence.
Half threateningly, the boy poked the blade forward.
The death knell laughed.It turned out to be this.The next second he suddenly turned over. The boy tried to suppress him but failed. Only a moment, the situation was completely reversed. The boy was pinched and lay on his back underneath him, his legs kicking in vain were separated by the knees squeezed into it.
"This dagger doesn't pierce the armor on my body, kid. You are still far away from attacking me." The death knell's evil texture was pushed up, and the hard knee pads rubbed the fragility between the opponent's legs. He was satisfied to see the crimson crawling. On Robin's cheek, "And, no."
Robin bit his lip, reached out his hand viciously and lifted the death knell's mask, raised his upper body and kissed the death knell's lips. The death knell opened his lips to accept the service of that little soft tongue, but he put Robin's arm around the back of his neck. Shi stood up and looked down at this body on the ground-the throat, heart, waist and abdomen. All the deadly points of the little assassin's body were unreservedly opened to him, and he was still holding a dagger in his hand.
"Go change clothes, Young Master Wayne." Death Knell, no, Slade said.He took off his mask and placed it on the shoe cabinet.The corners of Damian's mouth rose and licked."Yes, Mr. Wilson." The voice was frivolous and mocking.Damian stood up and walked two steps towards the bedroom, then turned around as if remembering something.
"Where do you put your underwear? Mine didn't wear them today."
Slade froze for a full second before reflecting on what the little thing had just said. The body acted before the brain, and Damian was forced to fall back to the ground again, with a cold hand reaching into his black tights. Rubbed it hard on the hip flap-there really wasn't anything in the pants.Slade couldn't help but imagine how this slutty little Robin pretended to sneak in the alleys, beating everyone who was in his way. Of course, he would use his flexible legs to clamp the enemy's wrist or neck... …Without wearing underwear.This scene is both nasty and annoying.When Slade retrieved his voice, he found that it looked like a string of low growls.
"What if I said I killed it." Slade's index finger swung around Damian's tight hole. "You will send me to jail with bare butts?"
"I can't see it in my pants." Damian twisted his body to avoid the pretense of that finger, and the smug smile on his face was a bit unbearable.He didn't like the touch of leather gloves, especially considering that it was stained with blood.
Slade pulled out his hand with a sullen face, stood up without reluctance, and walked straight to the bathroom.Damian remained lying on the ground without moving, and his expression was a little stunned.
"You don't...?" With an incredible tone and eyes lit by desire, any man can understand the implications, not to mention the extremely experienced Slade Wilson.
"There will be another job tomorrow." Slade took off his gloves and threw aside. "No sex during working hours. This is the rule."
Damian stood up angrily, pursing his lips unconsciously, looking like a little milky dog that can't bite any bones.Slade shut himself in the bathroom and smiled in a good mood.No sex during working hours?No such rules, Slade even fucked his assassination target, but his own young and wayward little lover must realize who is the dominant one-only when Slade gives it, Damian can , The rest of the time can only be hungry.
His little lover likes to challenge his authority more and more recently. Although confrontation is sometimes a kind of fun, Slade has tasted enough blood and fiercely colliding hormones. Now he likes to be more obedient-he personally trains Out of the obedient, tame and wild surviving.
After washing away the blood on his body, he hastily wrapped a bath towel around his waist and walked out.Damian sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs upright, the cloak neatly folded and placed aside, with the domino mask pressed on it, and the black trousers sketched the smooth curve of the thigh deliberately tight-this kid still did not give up seduce him.
"Not leaving yet?"
Damian punched the coffee table—a cheque was pressed under the mug.The death knell wiped his hair and scanned the number above his eyes: one hundred thousand dollars.
Robin of Justice, Young Master Wayne of Gotham, Little Prince of Assassin Alliance... Are you using money to buy spring?Use money to buy spring from a top assassin?Slade almost laughed. He admired Damian's efforts and even wanted to reward him.But not now, Damian must learn to obey, whether in bed or in life.This little wild cat is far away.
"One hundred thousand? I don't even bother to move about this money." Slade pretended to sink his face, "Now, go out."
"You don't need to move." Damian murmured, but in Slade's straight gaze he realized what the other party had misunderstood. "What are you thinking, freak? I just want...that's..." As if being forced to a dead end, those green eyes closed voluptuously, "Just hold me to sleep, no need...that."
Oh, this is unexpected.His heart seemed to be scratched by a small paw, and Slade's expression softened-Damian was still a kid, although he often made people forget this.This lonely kid wanted a hug, from his older and difficult to please lover.Maybe Slade bullied him too hard.
"come."
Damian moved slowly to Slade's side and pressed his body carefully, his forehead just enough to touch the mercenary's chin.Instead of reaching for the bath towel as a cover, he obediently buried his head in the neck of the older man.Slade kissed Damian's forehead, softly and pamperingly."It's your right, baby. You can sleep by my side at any time. Go and change your clothes... You can leave your underwear, I don't mind."
Damian blushed and cursed something in a low voice.Slade let out Damian with a chuckle.His boy walked into the bathroom to change his clothes. This kind of shyness was simply cute.The old mercenary took off the towel around his waist and returned to the room, lying in the quilt.After a while, Damian walked in, putting on his underwear well, and putting on an old shirt that Slade had placed in the safe house, not as shameless as he was just now.He got into the quilt from Slade's feet, leaned out of Slade's arms flexibly like a gopher, leaned back against the man's strong waistline, and rested on his hard forearm, as stable as A satisfying kitten.
"Good night, my little Young Master Wayne." Slade was lightened like a feather.
"Good night, my big Wilson pillow." Damian smiled vaguely.
The moonlight shone faintly on this kid, like a flowing white yarn.Damian is a little demon, with angel wings and skin.Slade sighed and pressed his lips to the pale shoulders and sucked... Maybe he needed to go to the bathroom again in a while.
No sex during working hours.Well.This rule should be changed.
The group of college students?He just waited for others to kill them before he shot them off and reaped the benefits, but his little bird didn't need to know this.Damian behaved so cute today, this kind of concealment is a reward he deserves.
Damian Wayne is definitely one of the most difficult lovers to meet at the death knell. After all, it is Wayne. Even the surname Wayne is difficult to deal with, but the reward is very generous.Slade was very satisfied with Damian's tamed appearance now as a small pet in the house...Although his dangerous claws occasionally stick out of the small pad.At this time, the mature lover Slade should take on his education obligations.
Damian knelt on the ground with his wrists clasped together, his hips tilted unconsciously, and a wire connected to the switch protruded from his small hole, and moved up and down in the air with muscle spasms.A nasty red mouth ball was firmly fixed in his mouth by a pink band, which was almost cut into the flesh.He whimpered vaguely, and his unswallowed saliva gathered along the corner of his mouth into a small pool on the ground.
Slade took a lot of time to admire his work, a vibrator was stuffed into the boy's most sensual point by his own hand, and the lock ring tightly fastened to the beautiful cylinder made sure that the boy could not shoot anything out.The continuous and turbulent orgasm made Damian's face glow with uneven pink, and the dilated green pupils were particularly alluring.
With the frequency of the vibration, Damian's groan was high and low—begging for mercy or cursing, indistinguishable, and now he can't pronounce a syllable.
Slade knew that Damian was watching him. Even though his thoughts and rationality had fallen apart, the remaining trace of will focused the boy's attention on the man—the pair of strong arms that could rescue him, and A rough and hard bump between the legs.Damian needs to be released. He knows that only by asking for forgiveness can a man use his cocooned hand to caress his avatar, who is so painful because of not being released...
"Woo..." Damian twisted his body eagerly, his voice sounded pitiful, but there was a cold smile on the corner of the executioner's mouth.
"Scream, didn't it sound good just now?"
Damianser shrank his head, as if begging for mercy.
"Don't you want an orgasm? Are you satisfied now?"
The boy shook his head harder.
Slade stood up, walked around Damian's back, and plunged his fingers straight into the trembling little flesh cunt.The vibrating egg moved down under the squeeze of the intestines, and Slade used his index finger to push it back to the fragile spot without mercy.The boy jerked sharply, his legs almost couldn't support his body, and his high scream was muffled in his mouth.
Damian cried, two tears rolled down his cheeks.It's not because of pain, the tears have nothing to do with emotions, otherwise he will definitely control them.Slade's hand was lighter, giving Damian some time to breathe.
——Slade didn't plan to spend the weekend like this. The task has just been completed, so he has a lot of free time and is in a good mood.He planned to take some time to feed the hungry young Master Wayne and reward him for his patience.The beginning of the weekend was fine, Damian sneaked into his living room, eager for his kisses like a wayward kid begging for candy.Slade had plenty of room to listen to Rihanna's sexy singing on TV, while sucking on Damian's restless tongue, and, before long, the boy's breathing changed.He freed the cute little thing from his jeans with kindness, and it was slowly erecting.Damian was unwilling to untie the man's belt, but he withdrew his hand like an electrocution when he grasped the half-scorching monster.
"Fuck, why is it so big?"
Slade was pleased by these words."He hasn't stood up yet, Kitty, you have to work harder."
Damian's eyes widened, but quickly treacherously narrowed."I'm not working hard enough? Yeah, what about you, old man?"
"Don't you know how I am." Slade put his hands behind his neck, expecting the boy with a smirk to play new tricks.
Unexpectedly, the boy did not post any further but stepped back slightly to widen the distance between the two, and then cleared his throat. His professional and dedicated expression was like a singer about to perform.Just when Slade was puzzled, Damian opened his mouth—to be precise, he panted.
It's not plain gasping, it's full of rhythm, first light and low, sometimes uncontrollably heavy with a crying cavity, then gulping gas as if adapting to something.
Slade understood what the kid wanted to do.
"Woo...slow down...it hurts..." The boy's song began with a trembling guttural sound, and the content started from "No, no, I don't want any, you go out uh uh uh" all the way to "ah yes ha ah It's so hot there that I'm going to die." Finally, he ended with a series of almost screaming "Shoot me! Shoot me! I want you! Oh my god—".
After the performance, Slade was dumbfounded.
"You stand up completely, perverted. Are you still so confident about your stuff now?" Damian's mouth raised sarcastically, "As long as I think, I can pretend to be orgasm to show you at any time, you can't tell. ."
Slade was silent.A fire ignited him, and anger was lust—he, the death knell, the most powerful killer, none of his former bedmates did not pray to die under him, and this one couldn't even do a good job. The little liar now dares to humiliate him with his pretty little mouth.
Slade wanted this little beast to know what it would cost to provoke trouble.He wanted Damian to cry and beg him to fuck in, but he couldn't sing a single song, and he would blush even after he heard the gasp.Say you can't satisfy him?How dare this kid?
"Fifteen minutes." Slade added a second finger. "There are still fifteen minutes."
Damian's tears fell even more fiercely.He shook his head pitifully, praying for the man's pity, but the death knell never showed sympathy.
"Isn't I able to satisfy you?" Slade maliciously pulled open the suit trouser chain, poked the boy's perineum with a huge red erection, and rubbed slowly and forcefully in a posture of imitation.The boy gasped, subconsciously trying to climb forward but was held down by the man.The extremely sensitive egg bag was forced to feel the wetness of the man's preliquid and the scratching of the green veins, and every contact seemed to be able to wipe out sparks.
"Can you pretend to have an orgasm anytime?"
"I am too confident?"
"Can't tell?"
Every problem is accompanied by a trick. Damian, who has nowhere to escape, can only stand up so that the stimulation is not so strong. He is drowning in the rolling water of desire and cannot breathe.Just when he felt that his lungs were about to explode, the restraints on his mouth were released, the wet ball of the mouth rolled aside, and his face was itchy because of the backflow of blood.
"Do you still want to sing now." Slade lifted Damian's chest and let him kneel while spreading his legs, revealing trembling holes.
"I was wrong... I'm sorry..." Damian said incoherently, all pride died down at this moment, "touch me... please... want to shoot... let me..."
"Is this what you pretended?" Slade's hand gently stroked the boy's tight cylinder.The boy immediately cried out: "No! I haven't pretended it! Never!"
This answer made Slade very satisfied.After thinking about it for a moment, he thought that this level could already teach Damian a lesson, not to mention his desires urgently need to be resolved.He pulled the vibrator out slowly while pulling the wire, and when the trembling oval object left his small hole, he made a soft "pop" sound.Slade wrapped the warmed little toy with his palm, and firmly grasped Damian's erection. Damien struggled like a fish leaving the water, but his voice couldn't even make a begging for mercy. His whimpering and screaming made his vocal cords vibrate weakly.
"Hush, hush, relax, baby. I forgive you." Slade stroked Damian's back comfortably with his free hand. "Shoot together, okay? This is what you like, right?"
The fearful body gradually calmed down in Slade's hands, and Damian seemed to have found his life-saving straw.Slade let go of the hand that tortured Damian's penis, his fists and eyes clenched into a loose ring.Damian immediately thrust into Slade's hand hungrily, but he still couldn't shoot because of the lock ring.Slade took advantage of the boy's distraction from self-blasphemy, holding on to his sorely swollen flesh pillar and slipping his head into the quivering hole with little effort.The lubricating fluid squeezed into the intestines when stuffing the vibrating egg is hot and refreshing.Slade took a deep breath and slowly stood up to let Damian adjust.To his surprise, it can even be said that Damian took the initiative to cater to him.The boy struggled, but he did not flinch to eat him bit by bit with the meat cave. The bat has an almost abnormal pain tolerance. Slade never thought he would praise this one day.
There is no need to bear it anymore. Slade slammed into the deepest. The intestines inside were adjusted to be hot and soft. It wrapped Slade in every possible way like a pink swamp. He squirmed as he deepened and cried with intestinal juice when he left. Stay.The entry and withdrawal became smoother and smoother, and Damian's rhythm with Slade's hand also followed, although he could only make a gasping sound.In the meantime, he climaxed again, and the clenched intestinal wall almost caught Slade.
Slade held back, and this is one of the benefits of age-the control and strictness of almost abnormal sex.He speeded up his thrusting with a low growl. Damian couldn't help him. If it wasn't for his waist to be picked up by someone forcibly, he wouldn't even have the strength to kneel.
Slade guessed it was almost time to enjoy the delicious food. He untied Damian's penis and moved quickly-Damian went violently. At first, the white liquid poured out in small puffs and then gushed. However, the white turbidity was thick and thick, and many of them hit Damian's chest and chin.
Damian had lost himself in the bursting pleasure, and Slade was almost suffocated in the tightness of the softness. He hit it a few times and then pulled it out, shooting between Damian's crotch.
The physical collision stopped, and the room was full of obscene smells and heavy breathing. The first thing Damian did after waking up from the edge of consciousness was to turn his head and lean towards the cruel mercenary who tortured him.Slade thought he was asking for a kiss, but the little singer's pointed canine pierced the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck you." Damian's voice was as soft as a cat cry.
"I love you too." Slade wiped the liquid from the corner of the boy's mouth and smiled.
The death knell always likes to face the enemy head-on, and the feeling of blood splattering between the hands of the knife is very refreshing.Moreover, the bloodier the scene, the more reputation it can bring to him. For a mercenary, a soldier, it not only represents value but also status.So he doesn't think it's something to boast about now nesting on the roof of a certain slum-just because this is Gotham.
Oh shit.The death knell spat.He is not afraid of Batman, the black cloak is very troublesome, but he is not afraid of him, the only reason he has to temporarily abandon his style is a chirping bird.Yes, the one flying behind the old bat.What he has to do now is to shoot the gang traitor who fled to Gotham, take the stolen documents to Italy, and finally return to his little lover without knowing anything.No one knows who the murderer is, and he has completed his mission.
Unfortunately, in Gotham, nothing can happen as you wish.After hearing the sound of falling to the ground, the death knell got up anxiously—is the approaching latency written in the gene spectrum of Wayne's family?
"It's over, death knell." The voice under the voice changer was hoarse and oppressive, and the death knell looked around with his light.This matter will be easier if Robin is not here.
"Don't stand in my way, Batman." The death knell pulled out his tactical dagger. "You are also looking at the same target? I can give him to you, but I will take the things."
Batman was silent. If the death knell had not known him enough, he would almost think he was thinking about his conditions.
However, no, Batman is really thinking, but these have nothing to do with the grievances of those rich Italians.
"I noticed that you are approaching Robin." Batman said coldly. "Have you given up yet?"
The death knell almost laughed.Oh my God, the omniscient Batman is a blind man. He fucked his son under the dark knight's nose, but he didn't know anything. He thought it was another abduction that ended without a problem like before!He didn't need to remind this failed father, in fact, he enjoyed the feeling of frustrating Batman.
"Is it right? If you just want to say this, then goodbye. I'm very busy. As you can see, there are still some people going to kill."
Batman didn't mean to go, and even ignored his provocation."You killed those college students."
"No." The death knell didn't lie.
"The commission from removing them is credited to your account. But don't worry, they belong to several charities now. I thank you for them." Batman said coldly.The death knell was shocked and took out his phone to check his account-it was empty.
"Fuck!" He smashed the phone and looked at the dark shadow. "What do you want to do? Take me to justice? Do you think it's that simple?"
"Slade, let's be honest." Batman, no, Bruce, his former fellow apprentice turned off the voice changer. Now the death knell can hear the forbearing anger and faint perplexity in his voice, "What are you right? What did Robin do. When I speculated that the murderer was you, he actually spoke for you."
Damian speaks for the murderous mercenary in front of his favorite father?The corners of Slade's mouth turned up under his mask. His little boyfriend is so cute.
"I don't know what ideas you instilled in him, but you remember that it took him a long way to escape from the influence of the Assassin Alliance and become who he is now. I will not allow you to drag my son back to hell." Bruce said. Before falling, he bullied himself up, his fist hit the Slade's mask, and Slade staggered a few times and barely caught the opponent's next punch.
"Hell? Are you telling me about hell?" The tactical dagger drew a silver line in the air, "Hell is here! Batman, you are dragging your son in hell!"
The sound of fighting attracted the attention of the assassin's target in the building next door. He yelled in Italian and ordered the bodyguards to pull out their guns and shoot at the roof.Slade and Bruce entangled and jumped off the roof, Bruce shot the hook and Slade fell on the canopy with amazing resilience, bounced and finally landed firmly on the ground.Damn, this Italian mouse can live a few more days.
The shadow of Batman passed over his head, and Slade drew his gun and fired several bullets blindly into the sky.It must have been shot, it doesn't matter where it is.He turned sideways into the crowded bazaar, where even Batman wouldn't dare to act rashly-as long as one is not careful, he will suffer heavy casualties, and acting on stage is not the style of bats.He jumped into a small restaurant, from the basement here, he could get into the Gotham sewer pipe, so he was safe.The assassination will continue, and the target will probably leave Gotham as soon as possible, which is best.
After walking along the sewer for several hundred meters, the death knell climbed out of the exit, and an inconspicuous black Volkswagen parked in an empty alley.He took out the key to stab the car door, but was dazzled by a headlight—a fancy locomotive was parked in the alley, and a teenager was standing by the car. It was his boy.
This is not the time to say hello.Slade didn't know how much Damian knew.There has never been an agreement not to kill between them-as long as it is not in Gotham.They are tacitly aware of this.In fact, Bruce has been wrong all the time. Damian is still an assassin rather than a justice messenger like Nightwing or Red Robin. He doesn't kill just because his father doesn't want him to do so.In contrast, Damian would not stop him if anyone would kill the wicked person.
Robin will not be angry because of the death knell killing, and now he has only one reason to stand in front of him-Batman.
The death knell didn't know what to say.His boy didn't jump forward, looking like he didn't know what to do.Slade wanted to walk over to touch the boy's face, or give him a comforting kiss. The boy could never refuse this, but Robin drew the katana from his waist when he took the first step.
The death knell touched his knife subconsciously.It's a challenge even for Death Knell to stun him without hurting Damian.Damian can hold him, no doubt, Batman will appear later, he can't deal with both of them at the same time, let alone accept the fact that Damian raised a knife at him for his father.
Damian did not rush over—he raised the knife and slashed at the tire of his motorcycle. The sharp blade made a long gap in the special tire, the gas "hissed" out, and the tire collapsed at a visible speed. Go down.Slade looked at the boy in amazement, but he refused to even give him a look.
"Go away," his boy said.
Slade could not stay.He jumped into his car and sped past Damian with a kick of the accelerator, his back under Robin's cloak lonely and sad.
Damien set him aside, he knew he couldn't ask for more.Bruce will always be the first in Damian's heart, after all, he is his father.The death knell kept repeating this idea in his mind, but his hand clenching the steering wheel still exposed his mania.
He thought of his sons. Once upon a time they had the same persistent and admiring eyes as Damian, and he lost them all.He doesn't think he is a good father, but Batman is a lunatic. What kind of poison is this group of birds.Fuck.
He needs wine, a lot of wine, and blood.
In the next month, the death knell killed the Italian who had managed to escape twice. The scene was so bloody that no TV station dared to show the picture.He completed the task and solved his employer who was trying to eat black. He didn't remember how many people he had killed. Cutting off human flesh and bones is like cutting tofu.His reputation in the industry has improved again, and everyone knows that Death Knell is not a character who can bargain or betray.According to the original plan, he should take a short vacation, hanging around those who want to hire him, and giving them time and opportunities to bid.Someone will take care of all this, and he just needs to lie in Gotham's safe house and enjoy a vibrant young body... Damian's green teasing and deliberately annoying behavior make him addicted.
But now everything has fallen through, probably.Only one hound, Batman's little hound, will be waiting for him in the safe room.This is a good situation, the most likely thing is that there is nothing there-Robin won't show up again because he doesn't care about him at all.Robin will always only have Batman in his eyes, and he, Slade, is just a Batman substitute for Damian's appetite.He couldn't get some things from his father, so he looked for compensation in him.
There was no reason to take a vacation, Slade came to the coastal city to wait for his next job.Here he has a pretty good safe house. The sea can be seen from the bedroom window, and the basement directly leads to a small underground pier. Groundwater flows into the sea along the cave.Instead of wearing mercenary armor, he put on a handmade suit with a katana hidden in his cane, looking like an old gentleman wearing a blindfold.There is not much entertainment in this city that can match Damian, and he is not a lover of sex.