Warning: Rating to this story has been changed to M. There will be sexual content.
Agent 47: Second Point
"Diana still hasn't called?"
Ever since 47 had thrown his phone away mid-call and allowed Katia van Dees her freedom, Diana hadn't given him a single new contract.
"If you keep sharpening that blade, all you'll have is a toothpick."
He almost looked restless as he sat by the sharpening block.
Anya walked over and sat on the desk. "I'm just as bad as you are and I haven't done anything that is remotely interesting or had my blood pumping in weeks."
She leaned forward. The buttons of her dress shirt strained. "I need something to do."
He stopped his movements and looked at her with his deep eyes. "No, she hasn't called."
"You've been cooped up in this room… sulking. Missing your princess?" she asked, playing with a pen on the table. They hadn't heard a thing from Miss Van Dees. She had once again completely disappeared – probably changed her name. "I thin – "
His hand moved upward and she suddenly felt a breeze where there shouldn't be. She looked back up at him and noticed that his usual blue eyes were nearly black.
She leaned back, but was pulled forward, nearly impaling herself on his knife. "47, what are you… What are you doing?"
"You needed something to get your blood pumping."
Indeed, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest and pulse in her head. "That's most definitely not what I meant and you owe me a new shirt. You could've cut me with that thing." Of course, with his skills, she knew that that wasn't likely, but being so close – so exposed – to him was unnerving.
It was unfair how he could look so indifferent while she was falling apart in front of him.
"I'm going to work out," she abruptly announced, trying to keep her tattered dignity in check. She locked herself in her own little room. It was fortunate that they had decided on a more luxurious suite.
The idiot was probably enjoying her discomfort. Even if he didn't mind sitting around doing nothing all day, it didn't mean that she'd be able to take it! He didn't have to tease her.
She took off her shirt that was now missing a button and put on a tight fitting work out top and shorts.
Despite wielding a rather lengthy sword, her muscles were quite pathetic. She tried to minimise the usage of them by using her speed, but sometimes, it got her into trouble.
One -two, three -four.
Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Her long hair was damp and tickled her neck.
One-two, three-four.
Her muscle ached and her arms began to shake from fatigue, but she couldn't stop. She knew she wouldn't be able to pick it up again after the lactic acid settled it.
One-two, three-four.
She wondered if 47 trained or if he had a permanently fit body. She was envious. Did he age normally? When was he born? How old was he?
One-two, three-four.
One-two, thr –
She stopped and turned just as the door opened. It had been locked. "What are y – "
She was taken off guard as he slammed her against the wall. "What the Hell? If you wanted a training partner, you could've asked."
"Shower. Now."
"What?" He was confusing her.
"You stink." He turned his face away and let her go. "I want you showered and ready in twenty minutes."
"What am I getting ready for?"
He gave her a threatening look.
Too tired to argue, she complied. Her work out had already been ruined. When had he become so aggravating?
She took a quick shower after locking the door, knowing full well that he could easily pick it, again. At least he'd have to work for it.
Undisturbed, she finished her shower and dried off. She wrapped a towel around herself before exiting the ensuite. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw that he was sitting on her bed, facing her. "47, this isn't funny. This isn't what I meant when I wanted to feel my blood pumping. You're going to give me a heart attack."
She walked over to the drawer and selected a set of clothes, ready to change in the bathroom, when his hand suddenly shot out to stop her.
"I haven't started, yet." His voice was low, husky. It brought a shiver down her spine and all the hair on her body stood on end. She had never seen this side of him before, but it thrilled her. He held a promise of mystery – something new.
She allowed him to pull her towards the bed. Their legs were almost touching – not quite, but his warmth caressed her. "What do you have planned, Agent?" she whispered.
He ran a hand down the side of her body and stopped at her bare thigh. The other teased the tucked in terry cloth until it loosed and fell to the floor, pooling around their feet.
His eyes raked across every inch of her body, taking in the new sight. Her pale skin was marred with scare. Some were barely visible while others were pink and shiny.
She had natural silver hair.
Her hands made their way to his black suit. It came off easily. She carefully – slowly – unbuttoned his white dress shirt. That came off next. The red tie was loose and still dangled around his neck. She pulled it forward. Her lips crashed on to his.
"Mm… Who knew the infamous Agent 47 was such a good kisser," she purred.
There was a sizable bulge visible through his pants. Clearly, he wasn't the heartless bastard everyone thought him to be. He was but a man.
She flung the tie away and made quick work of his pants. What surprised her the most was that he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
The crown of his member was glistening with precum. She dropped to her knees and gave it a testing lick with the flick of her tongue.
He shifted, trying to keep his movements and emotions in check. Her green eyes were fixated on his as she continued to tease his sensitive flesh. The tip of her tongue ran across the length and came back up to rub against the slit.
He twitched. His cock was becoming uncomfortable hard.
She continued her slow ministration, loving the way it was affecting him. The legendary Agent 47 was finally falling apart in front of her. She licked her lips and wrapped her lips around the head. A hum rumbled her throat.
He tried to keep his hands to himself, but she could see the tight fists desperately trying to keep still around his knees.
She smirked and drew him deeper, keeping her tongue flat. The hard, velvety piece of flesh slid down her throat. The vibrations of the hum left him breathless. She gently raked her teeth along the length as she pulled back.
Heat pooled south. She slide a hand down to touch the wet slit. She was feeling so hot. "I have a problem," she moaned.
He growled and pulled her up by her hair. She was forced up before tumbling into his lap. The hard cock was pressed against her mound. She moaned, again, rubbing herself like a bitch in heat. "Please."
His eyes devoured her writhing body. He flung her down to the bed, on to her stomach. "On your knees."
She immediately complied, wiggling her bottom. "Fuck me, 47. Take me."
"I don't think you're in any position to demand anything from me." His voice was low, making it clear who was in control.
She shuddered with delight. Her eyes closed at the sensation of his hands all over her body before teasing the folds that were dripping for him. He brought the damp fingers around the sensitive bundle of nerves, exciting a cry of pleasure from her. "Damn you," she panted as his fingers left.
The bed shifted. He grabbed her hip, rubbing himself alone her slit before slamming in without warning. She shrieked at the sudden intrusion. Instead, he felt even bigger than he looked. The tip was pressed against her cervix. He left her no time to adjust before pounding into her.
"Oh, fuck…" She gritted her teeth. The pain felt good. It made her feel alive. "Yes… Yes… Harder!"
He changed his grip. The force was inhuman. She knew that there would be bruises the next morning.
"Yes!" She clenched her body, seeing explosions of light as she reached a mind-shattering orgasm. It was such a hard and sudden release.
He pulled out leaving her feeling empty. Hands rolled her to her back. His cock was completely upright, glistening with her juice.
She reached down to help him finish, but he moved out of the way.
"I'm not done," he growled, lifting her legs over his shoulder before sheathing back in.
Her entire body was still hyper-sensitive, just feeling him inside nearly brought her into another orgasm. She arched her back as he started to pump in and out. The sweet torture left her mind a jumbled mess.
He groaned, his movement became less precise, coming out in spasms.
She pushed her head into the pillow. It was too much. "Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… F-forty-seven!" Her vision turned completely black as she came, again.
Agent 47 finished himself inside her. He noticed her unconscious form and leaned down to her ear. "I believe the second point is mine."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
So I did end up writing a second part to this. It's not very romantic. I don't see Agent 47 as someone who'd really fall in love in a conventional sense. I might add more later on, especially if I can get my hands on the new Hitman game that's coming out soon.
