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It was like a dream, but better. Him on top of me. His energy rushing through my body. Pretty boy's warm hands twisted up in my hair and my clammy ones in his. A fucking kick ass dream at that. Man did he taste good too. Sure he smelt like mint and lemons, but once you actually get a good long taste. Oh, my lord, you be getting toothaches! It was just that sweet. Also, Hanzo weighed as much as a pile of feathers. Light. So damn light and dare I say it holdable. I just wanted to slam him down 'en do things- I mean I have'ta hold up my southern politeness in the presence of someone like him. I'll do what he wants to do. If he wants to top. Well dammit, he will top but that doesn't' stop me dreaming like that. And I have to say making out on the floor was pretty hot.

Though bottom line was that we were just two kids. Two dumb ass kids who found a love between us in twisted life of ours. If you peered in on us you'd chalk it up to reckless youth doing things they would normally do. You wouldn't have guessed one was an assassin and the other a convict forced to do good. Hell, we couldn't even legally drink yet. And… I think we fool ourselves into thinking we weren't what our life has defined us. At this moment we forgot all of that. All the death. All the pain. We were just a couple of kids who got a bright idea to make out on the floor of an abandoned warehouse. That would have been just fine. Real fine. Just to keep believing that we were just kids. No. We were kids. Kids forced to grow up faster than we wanted. However, at this moment we acted our age. A moment I think I oughta cherish for the rest of my life.

Soon the mood changes between me and pretty boy. Maybe it was when my hands snaked down to his back. Gaining a little more ground each second the lower they went. Or maybe it was when he bit my lower lip in a playful way. However, both of us knew what we wanted. Where this thing was going. We were on the same page when the metal of my belt made a clear clink on the concrete floor. One wanted it more than the other it seems as Hanzo beat my own hands to my own belt buckle. Oh well, It's not that I was planning to keep it on all night. I think he knew that and beat me to the punch.

Our dream together feels like paradise. However, dreams tend to be a finicky thing as ours was about to get rudely awakened.

You see, We got into a little bit of touchy feely mood between us. Heavy petting right? Well, then something went wrong, or I thought I did something wrong. I thought this as Hanzo froze for a moment. He lifted his body slightly off me with a deer in headlights kind of look. A look not good for him I must mention.

Feeling all sorts of nervous for perhaps I made him uncomfortable or something. Seeing how I like to be bold when I'm a bit confused. I asked him. "Why you stop? Did I do something darling?"

Before I could say anymore, Hanzo cupped his hand over my mouth as he turned his head. Not sure that quite followed what was happening at the time, but I knew I had to be quiet that much was obvious. I remember his eyes searching for something in the dark. It made me think of old barnyard cats I used to know. Like when they sense something coming. You can see their mind ticking away, trying to figure out what that something was. A bird, a rat, or maybe a fox with an empty stomach. Either way, this barnyard cat didn't like what he was hearing as he got right off me. Watching him walking away from me to pick up his sword like a lump on a log I was. I tried my best to understand what was happening. My eyes followed him as Hanzo then hurries over to my gun and kicked it to me. (By the way, never kick a gun. Even if it ain't loaded. That's just common sense) As it slid over to me. I got the picture and quickly got up. Fixing my belt proper before grabbing my hat little ways from me on ground. I felt might disappointment at that time. It was getting good and I thought that it was over. Fun while it last right? This dangerous a fire between me and him. I found I was often wrong when it came to pretty boy.

Hanzo walked over to me while he sheathed his sword back on his back. A dullness was in his eyes while looked up to me. He then turns away with the gears in his head a-turning. He spotted a bit of rope at his feet and picked it right up. Staring at it a bit, he again looks up at me. Pretty boy seems to struggle before he found the words he wanted to say.

"We need to go," Hanzo said in an urgent tone.

"We?"

"Yes. We,"

"Where are we going exactly?"

I watched his face flicker and twitch. It was like he lost all his nerve. Which is for one the most adorable thing I have ever seen of him. And the second thing is that it made me rather anxious in wondering what he was making him anxious. Weird how anxiousness seems to spread like a bad cough. I watched him flick his head towards the door again and gave an irritated grunt. He then looked me in the eye.

"I do not. I do not want to end it here. So…" Hanzo then gave another grumble.

"So?"

"So… you trust me right?" He asked while gripping the rope in one hand and with the other, he probably reaches out. He grasps my right hand in his.

I stood straight as an arrow with shivers shocking my body. Sure we were gonna do it a moment ago, but that's a completely different mood setting then. Whatever this is was completely different. Stiffening up and bit awkward I may add, I couldn't seem to find anything to say. I kind of just stared at him at that point. Hanzo obviously noticed my absence of words. Kind of made him feel the brunt of the somewhat awkward, but sweet situation. My fault completely, however, he was the one who was acting weird first. Hanzo felt like he needs to say something. So he does.

"I know I was untrusting at first and I have lied to you," Hanzo said. "However there are people coming here any minute. And we shall not end it here. I have an idea you see. So do you trust me?"

"Um yeah," I said. "Yeah, of course, I trust you," Maybe that was the bit of faith I needed to give him. Some reassurance as he nodded in acceptance of my answer. I sware for a brief moment he smiled. Though something he said didn't quite add up for me. I asked him. "Wait you lied to me?"

"Not now," Hanzo said as his mood changes from being a nervous kid, well we were both nervous kids, to a stealthy assassin in a blink of an eye. "We have to go before they get here. Just follow me and keep your head down,"

"Yup, I hear ya," I respond as I had no problem following orders from him. "Just promise me that we choose a better spot than a stone cold floor,"

"I promise,"

Even assassins have a bit of a soft spot it seems. I say this for pretty boy didn't let go of my hand as he pulled me along with him. Leading me out, quickly, under the cast of shadows in the night. My guess for him pulling me like that. Is probably that he wanted something to hold onto to know he trusted the right person. I can't see how someone like him could trust anyone. Especially a stranger from an organization that is trying to shut down his family empire. Not only that but a stranger that pulled a gun out on him and snuck into a warehouse to "occupy" his time while my comrades go get information on him. Not to mention that I kind of told him that I loved him with his knife at my throat. Totally crazy man move... Trust me it works all the time at parties. There must be something wrong with us. More so with me than him, but together we make crazy people look sane.

Though here I was running with him. I guess hand in hand is the appropriate description of us. In the dark alleyways of the city that surrounds Hanamura, I was being led either to a trap or better alternative me getting lucky. Either way, I already put all my cards in and I tend not to lose at poker because I usually hold an ace up my sleeve. Or should I say the king of hearts? You get my point.

Under the cover of night and taking winding side streets one after another. Pretty boy stops in his tracks behind a bunch of fruit crates. Little ways down and across from us was a door into the back of a small looking office building or something. Never had a pencil pusher job so I don't know if it was an office building or a daycare center. Fuck do I know. But Hanzo seems to know what it was as he recognized it. Saying something in Japanese before turning to me and whispering. "Where are here,"

"Ya gonna tell me what here is now?"

"Ah, yes. Sorry," Hanzo turns to me. "I have brought you to one of my family's underground clinics. Luckily this one's very small. Not many people are using it to my knowledge,"

"Clinic?" I repeat back to him. "I've been to my fair share of these in the past,"

"Yes, well this clinic is not exactly empty. So we need to clear it,"

"And how do we suppose we do that, pretty boy?" I asked genuinely curious.

"With this and a bit of acting," Hanzo showed me the rope from earlier. "I feel like you can handle that much,"

"It depends on exactly what we're doing?" I smiled as he stepped behind me. "I never would've guessed that was your kink,"

"Haha very funny," Hanzo said dryly as he tried my hands up. "But unfortunately we won't be needed your mouth,"

"Oh how cold," I said as he finished tying a loose knot. "So tell me. Why do I need to be rope up like a fine Christmas roast?"

"Because you are playing the role of a prisoner,"

"No need for method acting with this one. I'm already am a prisoner," I said watching Hanzo walk back in front of me to look at the door. He gave a reluctant sigh as he turned to look up at me again. He always did this and I don't know why. However, it usually indicates that pretty boy has a problem circling his head.

"Do you really trust me this much?" Hanzo asked.

"Are you tricking me?" I asked in return.

"No,"

"That's all I need to hear," I said. "Plus… you were trembling,"

"I do not understand," Hanzo said. "What do you mean?"

"Eh, your hand got the shakes. Don't it? When you were pulling me along with you. You were shaking like a leaf,"

Turning from me, Hanzo said with that reluctant stare. "There is a reason for this,"

"Ah a reason. Yeah? I'm guessing you're scared,"

"No," Pretty boy said facing me with a very serious look. It softened a bit as he looked from me to say. "Excited… just very excited,"

"Well now, Pretty boy, you're making me excited!" I kind of got ahead of myself as I leaned over him a bit which ended up me looking down on him. (His fault for being short. In my defense.) He didn't back down or stepped away as his back against the vary crates we were hiding behind. We both seem to be struggling at that moment when our eyes were locked on each other. Because both of us wanted to do that next step after lovely glances. Though the one with the common sense breaks up the tension.

"Save it," Hanzo barked at me and to himself, I guess, before pushing me out of the hiding place. "We need to get in first,"

"Okay! I gotcha! I gotcha!" I said trying to catch my balances for he did kind of shove me pretty hard into the middle of the alley. It's funny how when your hands are bound you suddenly forget how to save yourself from falling. Anyway right after my feet found their footing, Hanzo snaps his grip onto my wrist. Judging by a couple factors, I bet he was scowling as his iron grip crushed my wrist and he shoved me forward. A few steps and we were both at the door. Hanzo roughly pounds on the door with a heavy fist. Heavy as in loud thuds like a cop pounding on a drug lord's door. Man, I know that sound well, but that is a story for another time.

Anywho, we waited for a few silent seconds. Long enough to feel like no one's home. In due time, though, the door started to creak open. A slow rusty creek like nails on the chalkboard kind of creak. Then a large man stepped out from out behind the door. His face was mean looken until he realized who he was looking at. Mean turned to unnerved real fast. I would too be unnerved to see my boss's heir show up with a "prisoner" at my door.

All we really want is to find a good private place. Look at all the difficulty we have to go through. We have to scare the crap of some low-level gangster and along with some doctors.

Well moving on we went on acting. To make the whole thing more believable Hanzo barged his way in without a second thought. Or maybe he would have done that anyway. I dunno, but what I do know that we were two very convincing kids. Pretty boy kicked me down to my knees on the floor in front of everyone. Giving my best impression of me being captured. I gave the stink eye at the people circled around me. First I started to curse at each one of them before spitting on the floor. I didn't care they didn't understand a lick of English, they probably got the picture. I thought it was pretty believable depiction of myself being captured. Maybe a little too believable as pretty boy kicked me slightly to shut me up so he could talk. Speaking in Japanese, Hanzo got down to business. One thing I have to mention is that Hanzo was talking in such a harsh sounding tone. It was like he was a totally different person. Don't matter, I love every tone came at out of him, but it was something to note.

Soon enough I knew Hanzo got them believing that tale he was spinning. They gave me nasty stares, typical of gangsters seeing someone they don't like, but not surprisingly they gave worried looks at their leader's son. Of course, Hanzo also directed his own nasty glare at me as he pointed at me while it seems he was explaining something to the man.

"Rats are not welcomed in warehouses," Hanzo said in English directed at me.

"Yeah, you can go to hell," I smirked back at him seeing how it was somewhat fun to know that this was all a show.

Hanzo then moved his attention back at the guy like he proved a point of some sort. Soon enough the time for chatter went sideways as Hanzo roughly grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. A little bit of struggling on my part like a salmon caught by a bear. I soon settled down when Hanzo again kicks me. He then pushed me along while we followed one of the men in a doctor's coat.

The underground clinic wasn't the best description for that place. It was more of a safe house in my opinion. As we walked down a lobby looking place. We went to the back of the room. A long hallway lay behind the door we entered through. Three doors line either side of the hallway. It was eerie and cold. I didn't really care. I was used to this kind of stuff. Crazy to think that once you been to one underground clinic, you've been to all of them. They aren't real different from each other than the location.

We were still following this guy down the hall, Hanzo leans forward and whispers into my ear. "They think I am going to interrogate you. So they are showing us a private room,"

"Eh, I figured as much," I whispered back. "How'd did ya get them to agree to that, though?"

"I know fluent English, so I am the best one for the job,"

"Right,"

"Jess. Once we get to the room and the door shuts. You are free to undo the rope. No one will bother you. So you are free to prepare"

"Understood,"

"And I am going to apologize in advance,"

"Okay?" I said not sure what is to be expecting when we reached the door if he is apologizing now. But I do know what prepared meant making me want to smile. Though I kept it back for I was supposed to be a captive about to be tortured for information.

So once we reached the door a few words were exchanged between Hanzo and the man in the coat. The man then open the door with a key before giving it to pretty boy.

Peering into the room it was fairly sized and had a queen sized bed. It kind had the cheap motel vibe to it, but with a few medical machines by the bedside. Though I didn't have long look because Hanzo spunned me around to face him. A bit confused, I just stared at him. He quickly mouthed sorry before- you know it was one of those moments you never really know how hard someone can hit and once you get hit you spin around before crashing to the ground. Okay so my love had cold cocked me into the room. Set me flying onto my ass. A right hook to my kisser. My head was seeing canaries fly around it as I hit the ground. Yeah saying 'sorry' didn't make the pain go away any faster.

However, I would say mission complete at the end of the day. We go our room. A private one that we were gunning for. It was pretty nice too. It had those really slim windows at the top of the walls that are usually meant for basements. So it let in a little bit light as the rest of the room was dim. You know the atmosphere and what nots. It was too small or big either. Just a good size room with a good size bed, linen closet and some random side tables. No scary grim hospital room feel. It was just good. Mostly what got me smiling through the pain on my face, was that it was ours to do with what we wish. Also, while getting up off the ground, I couldn't stop thinking to myself. He kept his promise. He kept his promise! That ranged over and over head like church bells in Dorado.

What I mean it gave it senses of reality. No. It was more like he gave me my own reality I always wanted. And somehow, someway I got to take part in it.

What we were doing here was not smart. He was going against the grain on everything he was taught, just to do something bad with a guy who wasn't supposed to be a friend. Well, we weren't necessary aiming at friends either. Something more and again I'm that guy you shouldn't be getting with because we were on different sides of the coin. YET! Here we are. Hell, it was invigorating!

However invigorating it was, I had things to do. Chuckling to myself, I walked over to the bed and lead down to touch it. Feeling it on my fingers before I plopped down. It was soft. Real soft and it had a slight bounce to it. Slowly I then started to unlace my Blackwatch issued combat boots. Once done I kicked them off with little effort to only watch them crash against the floor. Next, I took off my hat a flung it to the side table in which, I have to say, landed perfectly onto the small vase upon it. It made me chuckled as took off everything one after another until I was left in a pair of black trousers and a loose hanging belt.

It had to be at least 15 or 20 minutes until I expect Hanzo to show up again. It has already been 10 so to not let bad habits die. I lit up a fresh cigarette. The good kind because luckily someone left their pack on the table. Along with that a sick flip litter that I also swiped. Leaning back against the wall the bed was up against. I let the nicotine relax my nervous as I waited for my hot ticket to arrive. Again with the waiting, I know, but it wasn't too long because I didn't even finish my cigarette before I heard the the door knob rustle. That rustling will haunt my dreams as I remember it too clearly in my mind to this day. Because behind that rustling, the door was him. El amor de mi vida. My love of my life, at 19 no less, but it still stands as he was everything I cared for. Life ain't got no meaning to me at that point. Only him and I was all I needed at the moment. I'm fine with that.

Either way, he appeared before me under an open door frame. Instead of wearing them orange and white traditional looken get up. He was wearing one them silk robes you get at an expensive sweet at top notch hotel. A dark blue color that wrapped around him nicely. It suited him well along with his long black hair that rests freely on his shoulders. An interesting change that's for sure.

My eyes run down his slender frame as I could not keep my comments to myself. "I thought we were supposed to be taking things off," I said seemingly not able to keep my grin off my face. "Not putting more on. Though you do look real good in silk,"

"Hm. You are not using your imagination," Hanzo said as his finger hook on the robe's collar and slowly follow it down. Inturn losing it a bit to show his chest a bit more.

"Oh yeah. What if I don't wanna use my imagination," I said cheeky while flicking off some ash from a cigarette onto the floor beside the bed.

"Then maybe I have to show you. Seers are believers as they say,"

"I can did that, but um what's that?" I point to pretty boy's hand.

"Oh, I found this," Hanzo said tossing me a tall green bottle. "I thought you would like it,"

I catch it and immediately inspect it. Not sure what I was expecting for the whole thing was in Japanese characters. I had a good sense of what it was, though.

"Found some booze have ya?" I said opening up the dark green bottle.

Watching me take a taste, Hanzo asked. "Booze?"

"Slang for good old fashion alcohol,"

"Right. I should have guessed," Hanzo remarked as he brushed his hair back and to the side so it draped over his left shoulder. With an almost modest look on his face, he climbed up on the bed. Taking a spot in front of me while sitting on his knees.

Still combing over the flavor of the liquid he had tossed at me, I determined it tasted like shit. I had no standards to free alcohol, that I'm not supposed to be even drinking, as I offered him the bottle. "Aint the best, but not like I won't drink it,"

"Should I complain to the doctor that he has bad taste?" Hanzo gave me a sharp glare, but I caught the sarcasm in it while he places the bottle on the table side all proper like.

"He doesn't look much like a doctor," I said before blowing smoke from the side of my mouth. I was referring to the stern looking gangster who watched me get clocked in the face.

"Malpracticing professionals tend not to look like doctors," Hanzo retorts pulling his attention from the bottle to me. "Anyway…"

"Anyway what?" I asked for clearly saw that pretty boy gaze seem to flatline to a look away glance.

"I… have something to admit to you,"

"Let me guess. Virgin?" With a bit of cockiness in my voice. "I can change at right quick. I'll go slow,"

"No," Pretty boy rolled his eyes at me half expecting me to answer like that.

"So this ain't your first rodeo? Well, I guess I gotta make it the best one yet, hm?"

"Perhaps you will, or perhaps you might fail miserably,"

"A boost of confidence right there," He then gave me a look of are you done. Leading me to ask. "So beautiful, what's worrying your pretty little head of yours? Cold feet?"

"No," Hanzo said again before looking me in the eye. With a very sincere and almost intimidating face, Hanzo admits. "I did not mean to hit you so hard,"

"What," I said, but then shuts my trap once I felt his fingers touch my sore cheek. My cigarette was barely holding on the tip of my lips while my face tingles at the touch. It surprised me as his fingers softly glaze over my skin and down to my jawline before stealing my cigarette right from my mouth. He took a drag from it with him closing his eyes to take it in. Hanzo then opens them stunning brights along with putting his forehead against mine to look deep in my own. He let the smoke roll out like fog while he smashed the cigarette into the wall behind me. It was a real turn on.

In a voice so silky smooth and clear, he said to me. "I would have been sad if it will leave a permit mark on your handsome face,"

"I don't dream of making you sad, darling," I said absorbed into the moment. "Good thing I'm resilient in more than one way,"

"Yes, that is a very good thing, but I do feel bad," Hanzo said wrapping his arms around my neck. My hands found his hips. I felt the loose fabric bunch and wrinkle under my hands.

"You could hit me all you want and I would still be sweet on you," I whispered back to him.

"No I must make it up to you," Hanzo said before he gave me a kiss. A kiss that skipped over all the sweet ones I remember from earlier to something deep and messy. So very messy, sloppy, and reckless type of kiss that made this whole sneaking around worth it. However, he quickly snaps away, cutting me off from his lips. He does this only to whisper in my ear something that drove me crazy. "You can do whatever your heart desires to me… " I could feel his robe loosen a little. Were the silk once was on his shoulder melted down the sides of his arms. "... Jesse,"

The moment he said my name I felt this tension. A type of tension that I could not fight against as I was weak. I was weak for him. As if I was a man possessed by something I can't call it anything but the undying attraction for the guy in front of me. I whisked Hanzo up only to flip him onto the bed. It was a brief moment of me staring down on him. His hair ruffled up along with his silk robe. Showing more then I care to describe out of decency. Our eyes locked on each other before all bets were off. We could not keep up this teasing chase any longer and we didn't. We couldn't. And we didn't want to.

I can't say we necessarily took it slow, it was more like a panic to keep the pleasure going. Inexperience and youthful I would say, but hell maybe one the best moments of my life. Though the highlight of the evening was going well… someone always has to rune it and that someone has shotguns and bad temper.

Author's note* Hi it's me your friendly neighborhood writer, back with a new chapter. Yeah so i finally got it out. Don't blame me, blame school. Anyway there will be anothe chapter. However im not sure if it will be the last one or not. who knows?