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Road Rage

James set his glass down, glancing over at John just as Cassian glared at him. James nodded in understanding. Cassian blamed James as much as John. That was fair. He'd disappeared with the right hand of the man who'd ordered Gianna's death. Cassian held the glare another moment before turning and walking away. As he did, John looked over at him and Ares.

"Janes," John said, nodding.

"John," James said. "No hard feelings."

"Thanks," John nodded, having just been told by Cassian that there were very hard feelings between the two of them.

"Be seeing you, John Wick," Ares signed.

"Not if I see you first," John signed back.

"One more for the road, John?" James asked. "You look like you could use it."

"No," John declined. "Thanks."

James nodded, and John left the room, leaving James and Ares alone. James signaled for another round, and Ares smiled knowingly at him.

"I have to fly tonight," Ares signed.

"Not if you're handcuffed to my bed posts," James signed, Ares' grin growing as the bartender set their drinks down.

James took a sip, watching Ares consider the pros and cons of not returning to Santino on time. Finally, she drained her glass.

"You'd better make it worth the trouble it's going to cause," Ares signed.

James smiled, finishing his drink and stood, Ares taking his hand instantly and following him up to his room. As soon as they were inside, James stepped into Ares, using her body to close the door as his lips fused to hers, his hand reaching past her to lock the door. Ares hummed approvingly as her tongue swept out to meet his, but after a moment, they left the door, both of them losing their clothes on the way to the bed. A couple of steps away, James shoved her, making her trip against the edge of the bed and fall onto her back. Then, he knelt at the foot of the bed, Ares opening her legs for him instantly. He pulled her forward so he wouldn't have to lay halfway on the bed and met her already glistening cunt with his tongue, pulling a moan from her in seconds.

He smiled widely, sucking her clit harshly and shoving his middle and index fingers into her soaked tunnel, knowing full well that she had no interest in being gentle or slow. Her hips rocked in time with his fingers, his mouth working her clit hungrily, his teeth catching it just long enough for him to suck hard and flick it with his tongue a couple times before letting it slide out of her teeth. Her right hand reached down, parting her lips to make it easier for him to give her clit attention, and he smiled, turning his hand slightly and shoving his ring finger into her ass at the same time as he curled his fingers into her g-spot. Despite it being only the second time they'd had sex, he knew what she liked.

Ares moaned, her hips bucking off of the bed as she began to near her orgasm already. He was proud of his ability to get her off quickly. It made it much easier to tempt her into shirking her responsibilities to Santino when she knew how much more she'd enjoy his company than Santino's. Just as her hips arched off the bed, he pulled back, slipping his fingers out of her and denying her release, instead taking one of the sets of handcuffs from his left hand and closing one of the cuffs from each set around her ankles, then hooking them to the bed posts before she had even fully realized what he was doing. As soon as he had, she moaned hungrily, rolling her hips at him, all but demanding release.

He smiled, returning his lips to her clit, his fingers returning to their previous job, getting her back to the edge of climax in seconds again. This time, he redoubled his efforts, sending her exploding over the edge, her entire body contorting and bucking as she opened her mouth in a silent wail of pleasure. He continued to finger her and assault her clit through the orgasm, prolonging it, before finally relenting just as she began to settle. He climbed onto the bed instantly and cuffed her hands to the headboard in seconds, leaving her unable to move, not that she would have stopped him anyway.

She looked up at him expectantly as she slowly regained her breath, waiting to see what he'd do next. He smiled and bent down, kissing her for a moment, allowing it to be gentle, both to allow her to know that he cared about her beyond a booty call, and also as an advance apology. Then, after a few seconds, he pushed himself up, shifting forward and shoving himself into her mouth. She gagged for a moment before getting used to having him stuffed down her throat. Then, he gripped the sides of her head and began to thrust himself into her mouth, being gentle enough to not hurt her, but rough enough for it to be uncomfortable. She squeezed her eyes closed against the discomfort, sucking him off as he throat fucked her, her eyes beginning to water after a few seconds.

After almost a minute, he switched to shallow thrusts so that she could breathe for a moment, then returned to stuffing himself down her throat every thrust. After another minute, just as she reached her limit and began to gag and struggle to pull back for oxygen, he managed to pull back for a second, just long enough for her to swallow and stop herself gagging then suck in a breath through her nose before shoving himself into her throat one last time, erupting and sending his semen flooding down her throat. He groaned, thrusting a few times as she swallowed over and over, then pulled himself out of her mouth once he was empty. She swallowed the last of his cum before coughing, blinking the tears out of her eyes and sighing, smiling somewhere between proudly and in satisfaction.

"You're such a slut," he said, reaching down and shoving three fingers into her drenched tunnel, making her arch her back and moan. "Getting off from being throat fucked." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, then pulled his fingers out of her, cleaning one off with his tongue before shoving the other two into her mouth, Ares licking and sucking them greedily. "I suppose you've earned a reward for behaving yourself."

She hummed appreciatively and he moved down, lining his erection up with her entrance before hilting himself in one thrust. She bucked against him, a deep moan rolling out of her before he began to pound her sopping tunnel mercilessly, Ares' already labored breaths growing ragged in seconds. He leaned forward slightly, slamming into her harder, bouncing her body with every thrust and making her modest chest bounce. After a minute, Ares arched into him as she came, moaning heavily, but he simply began to slam into her now painfully tight tunnel even harder, loving the feeling of it convulsing around him.

He leaned down, attaching his lips to her pulse point, sucking harshly and she reached her head down to the top of his shoulder, returning the favor, both of them marking their territory. After a few more seconds, Ares began to tighten still further as her next orgasm began to build up again, this time with James' beginning to build alongside it. Then, a handfull of thrusts later, she bucked and clenched around him and he groaned, thrusting into her and flooding her with his semen. She arched up into him as he thrust into her again and again, filling her to the point of overflowing, before both finally settled.

James sighed, reaching up and kissing her tenderly, Ares returning the kiss in kind. He smiled, enjoying the rare occurence of Ares being gentle and affectionate. Finally, after a few minutes, he pulled back, withdrawing from her tunnel and laying beside her, making no move to uncuff her, and Ares making no effort to get him to. After a few moments, he pushed himself up, opening the bedside table's drawer and pulled out a black dildo and duct tape. He pushed the dildo into her, Ares moaning but giving him an unimpressed look, then turned its vibration on to the highest setting before putting a piece of tape from her shaved pelvis to her right ass cheek, holding the dildo in place as she began to squirm.

Then, he walked over to his clothes, retrieving his pistols and walking to a table off to the side, beginning to clean them, especially his P99, since it was the only one he'd fired. As he worked, he smirked at Ares' moans growing more and more hoarse and desperate, and her orgasms more frequent and powerful.

Finally, once he'd finished with his guns and put them away, he returned to the bed, letting her get close to her next orgasm before turning off the dildo and taking it out, replacing it instantly. Then, he leaned down, kissing her intimately as he began to thrust into her, gently this time. She moaned, rocking against him in time with his thrusts, also being calm, despite teetering on the edge of orgasm. As the final round dragged on, James felt his balls beginning to tighten and an edge of urgency and desperation began to finally filter into the kiss from Ares. He began to speed up, though still not being rough, and after another minute, both finally broke, bucking into each other as they came together again, James once again flooding her. Finally, once both had settled, James reached up, freeing Ares' hands. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply yet tenderly for a few moments before pulling back. He sat up, reaching down and freeing her feet and she sighed, pulling her knees to her chest to stretch her legs, which had probably gotten sore from being stuck in one position for too long.

"I'm so glad I chose you as the one male to be attracted to," Ares signed.

"Attracted to nothing," James snorted. "You chose me as the one male to give your pussy to as a reward for having golden fingers."

Ares smiled, shrugging. James rolled his eyes and lay down, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. She reached up, kissing him, then set her head on his chest. Both closed their eye, beginning to drift off, only for their phones to go off at the same time, James' playing a single high chime as Ares' vibrated incessantly for a moment, the vibrating, even while muffled by her clothes, even louder than his ringtone.

James sighed. "Santino put out a contract for John."

Ares nodded, both getting up and retrieving their phones, checking them. James raised one eyebrow. The contract was for seven million dollars. Santino was being a little cheap, given how much money he had. He heard Ares typing and looked over at her, his eyebrow rising further as he saw her send a message then hold the phone out so he could see it.

"Couldn't answer your calls. I was tied up and squirming. I'll be on my way now."

James shook his head. "You're going to get me in trouble."

"I didn't say your name," Ares signed.

"True," James said. "When did your phone ring?"

"While you were eating me," Ares signed.

James shrugged, walking over to the room's rotary phone, spinning the zero and waiting.

"Good morning, Mr. Allen," the front desk clerk greeted him in Italian. "Enjoying your night?"

"Very much so," James said, also speaking Italian. "However, it seems I'll have to check out early. Would you mind letting management know?"

"Certainly, Mr. Allen," the clerk said. "Is there anything else?"

James glanced at Ares, who nodded, halfway dressed already. "Let them know Ares is checking out as well."

"Absolutely," the clerk said, picking up the note of finality in James' voice.. "Safe travels, Mr. Allen."

"Grazie."

He got dressed quickly, Ares helping him straighten out his suit and tie to save time before they both packed up his things. Aside from his guns, he had two changes of clothes, his toothbrush and toothpaste, and the tape and dildo, which he'd only bought when she messaged him she'd be stopping by a couple days ago. As he finished with the last of his clothes, he tossed her the tape and dildo and she rolled her eyes before pulling her pants down far enough to put the dildo in, turning it onto its medium setting before taping it in place, just to be safe. Then, she pulled her pants back up, flipping him off.

"You're lucky you're fun," she signed.

"I know," James said, grabbing his room key and leaving, Ares shutting the door as she followed him.

Both headed to the lobby, checking out before catching a cab together to the airport. As they rode, Ares squeezed his hand tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying her travel accessory in silence. Then, when they reached the airport, they headed to the one check-in desk that was a part of the Underworld, James handing the woman two coins. She nodded once and handed them a pair of Air Marshall badges, which they slipped into their pockets and headed for security. At security, they flashed their new badges, and a few moments later, they'd gone through a fake x-ray scan and were on their way to their gate. Then, about thirty minutes later, they were seated at the back of the plane, James taking the isle seat while Ares turned her vibrator up, orgasming in silence within minutes, before they'd even taken off.

"Enjoying yourself?" James asked, once they were in the air and Ares had had her third orgasm since boarding.

Ares merely nodded, enjoying it for one more orgasm before turning it off to rest, signing tiredly. "So, are you coming to work with me?"

"No," James said. "I'd like to survive long enough to cuff you to a bed again."

Ares smiled, nodding, then signed, "Good point."

James looked up the isle just as a guy with a black military style jacket, the kind with the flaps on the shoulders and dual breast pockets, and his brown hair faded, looked back at him, then to the front again. James narrowed his eyes slightly, looking further up the aisle in time to see someone in a Carhartt jacket with a black, hooded sweatshirt under it look back, this one's hair reaching his shoulders. However, this one had a scar on his right cheek that James instantly recognized.

"Looks like we'll be working together after all," James mused quietly enough that only Ares could hear him.

"Who is it?" Ares signed before slipping the vibrator out and slipping it into her bag, no one even noticing.

"At least two from a group whose leader I was hired to take out," James said. "The boss's brother is here, and is the new leader."

Ares grinned. "You John Wicked someone?"

"Hardly," James snorted. "I drove him off the road at ninety miles an hour."

Ares nodded, signing, "You definitely do love to road rage."

"Something tells me I'm going to be doing that again once we leave the airport," James said.

"I call copilot," Ares said.

James grinned and nodded. Then, he kept an eye on the two men throughout their flight. Neither made a move on the plane, or at the airport, but as Ares and James reached the parking lot, they both noticed a telltale number of black Suburbans and motorcycles with riders in all black. James glanced back, seeing the two men from the plane winding their way toward them and walked over to a rental counter nearby, James handing him a coin.

"We need an SUV," James said. "Preferably one that someone can safely road rage in."

The woman at the desk paled, but nodded, quickly leading them to a parking lot and handing them the keys to a black Chevy Tahoe, handing James the keys.

"Safe driving," she said before walking away quickly.

James climbed in and started the engine, driving away as soon as Ares was in. She buckled up, and a moment later they hit the freeway. A moment later, the first of the motorcycles passed them, staying directly in front of them as the first of the SUVs began to gain, more motorcycles behind them.

"Let's put on some tunes, shall we?" James turned on the radio, plugging an aux cord into his phone before hitting play. A moment later, "Sexy and I Know It" began to play, James grinning.

"Perfect," James said, glancing in the rear view mirror, seeing a half dozen more Suburbans behind the motorcycles.

Just as he watched, someone held up an Uzi, chambering a round. James rolled his eyes and held out his hand. A second later, Ares set a hand grenade in it, then held the side of the wheel for him.

"You have the best ideas," James smiled, pulling the pin and letting the spoon fly out the window before tossing the grenade backward behind the car.

The motorcycles all swerved, two crashing into other, unrelated cars, then the grenade went off between two Suburbans, causing both to also explode before they swerved outward and began to roll, taking out a third. James held his hand out to Ares again and she set her pistol in it. James smiled, shifting his grip higher on the steering wheel so that he could rest the pistol in the crook of his elbow level with the trigger, allowing him to keep it steady while firing.

"I love this song," James smiled pleasantly, Ares turning it up for him. "Remind me to kiss you later."

A Suburban pulled up beside him, the passenger leaning out with a MAC 10, only for James to put two bullets in his chest, making him drop. The driver instinctively swerved, and James lifted the arm holding the pistol, angling it down and firing again, shooting out the front passenger tire just as he matter the gas. The Suburban lost control, missing the back of their Tahoe by inches before flipping just as James slammed into the back of the two motorcycles in front of them as they were about to turn around with their MP5s, causing both to crash, the bikes skidding under their Tahoe as the tires went over the riders. James glanced in the rear view mirror again, seeing a Suburban drive a small, tan sedan off the road to get on their passenger side as the two motorcycle riders behind them raised their MP5s.

"Hold this," James said, passing Ares the pistol before slamming on the brakes, taking out the motorcycles behind them as he got them behind the Suburban.

One of the motorcyclists crashed through the back window of their Tahoe, but when he matted the gas and slammed them into the back of the Suburban, the body fell out again. The Suburban they rammed skidded before flipping into a roll, the Tahoe smashing it out of the way in the back end. Steam began to curl out from under their warped hood, but it wasn't bad enough to not be able to see, so they ignored it. Instead, James looked ahead at a motorcycle that had just gotten on and swerved over to the lane to his left, now in front of him, the rider holding a cylinder grenade launcher.

"Gimme your leg," James said.

Ares swung her legs into his lap, and James floored the accelerator again. Then, when they reached the motorcycle, he tapped Ares' legs as he pulled the door handle with his other hand and she kicked outward, hard. The door swung out and slammed into the rider, knocking him off instantly before James slammed on the breaks, another motorcycle slamming into the door and taking it completely off.

"Why do people ever think motorcycles make good car chase vehicles?" James wondered allowed, just as "Zombie" began to play, specifically the version by Bad Wolves. "Another good song."

Ares nodded in agreement. More motorcycles swerved onto the freeway from the on ramp, only for James to swerve over, hitting two and sending them crashing into the back of a Brinks truck. The next to last Suburban began to gain on them rapidly, the passenger leaning out of the window and opening fire. Ares ducked and James huffed, slamming on the brakes. The back of their Tahoe caught the man's arm, breaking it nearly off before James hit the gas again, slamming into the back of the Suburban, then rocked his steering wheel, making the Suburban begin to fishtail before it lost control. As it began to roll, James hit the brakes just long enough to back off and go around it. As he did, two more Suburbans got on the freeway with two more motorcycles.

"How many do they have?" Ares signed.

"Too many," James said. "I think they recruited." He glanced at the radio and sighed, skipping forward. "I'm done with that song." He grinned as "Sexy Back" began to play. "Much better."

Ares grinned, casually raising her pistol in her left hand and shooting out the window, hitting a motorcycle's rider. As she lowered the pistol, James swerved left, hitting a pair of motorcycles. Then, he hurled another grenade behind them, getting everything but one Suburban this time. He glanced in the mirror, seeing the new head of the gang driving. He smirked, flooring it into an exit that wrapped around into an entire loop, only to skid to a stop, blocking the road, before he and Ares dropped over the edge onto a closed dumpster, then to the ground. Then, there was a deafening crash and a massive fireball before the wreckage of two SUVs flipped over the side of the off ramp and exploded to the ground.

"Game, set, match," James said, dusting himself off. "Now, let's go hail a cab, shall we?"

Ares nodded, the two of them heading to the road, James holding out a coin to flag down a cab that wouldn't ask questions if they saw a gun.

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