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Killer and the boy	By : urrniu Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Killer and the boy
- 1
Ville was a dangerous man. He was clever, quick witted and he had a good aim. All these abilities were important in his work, because he was the most wanted assassin in Orange County. Many rich men and women came to him, when they needed someone to be killed properly and that day wasn’t any different...
Ville was sitting in his apartment in front of a television, eating some yesterday’s leftovers. His short hair was messily styled and he had started to grow beard. Suddenly his telephone started to ring and he idly picked it up from the coffee-table.
’Yeah?’
’Mr. Valo?’
’Hm.’
’ Meet me at our usual place in about hour,’ said the man on the other side of the phone.
Ville just grunted his affirmative answer and then pressed the END button of the phone. He placed his half empty plate on the coffee table and then rose from the sofa. He stretched his long and lanky body, covered with tattoos and then went to bedroom to retrieve his wife beater and leather jacket. He snatched his smokes and motorcycle keys and then exited from his dull apartment.
Five minutes earlier than promised, he was there. The other man was waiting him inside the bar nevertheless, already.
As the bar wasn't situated in the best neighbourhood and was usually a meeting point to people who didn't have best intensions, logically the place was dirty and even some furniture had blood stains on them.
When Ville stepped inside all eyes turned to him, but when they recognized him, continued on with their own business. He looked around until he spotted the man who he had a phone-conversation not long ago. The tattooed man walked in long steps to his job giver and sat down. The smirking man studied him under his hat, tilted his head and sipped his beer. He had another beer bottle in front of him and handed that one to Ville who took it without a word but to his dismay noted that it was unopened. He frowned.
’So, what’s the deal?’
The man smirked: ‘That is what I adore in you, sir. Straight to the business.’
But Ville wasn't there to fuck around.
’Quit with the bullshit, Syn, I don't have time nor mood for this. Simply tell me who it is and what exactly I have to do.’
’Fine! Fine! Why you have to be so cranky all the time?’ Syn asked with a whine while he placing a small number of pictures in front of Ville.
Ville ignored Syn’s comment and started to study the photographs while waiting for information from Syn. The man with a hat took a tiny sip from his drink and then begun to talk.
’I am certain that you have seen this man before in television. Politician.’
Ville shrugged. He didn't really care about politics, but this man seemed indeed familiar.
’Maybe.’
Syn continued: "Oh, he is the ex-governor of California - Arnold Schwarzenegger. He hasn't done anything political since that and now some people want him dead. Fun!’
Ville stared the photo where the ex-governor was standing in front of his villa with a big shit eating smile upon his face. He didn't even want to know the reason why governor had to die. He didn't care. He never did.
Syn then proceeded to inform him with the address of the villa where Schwarzenegger lived: ‘It would be most excellent if you do it tonight.’
Ville nodded: ‘How much are they willing to pay?’
’Oh, quite a fancy penny, actually. Do we have an agreement?"
’Yeah.’
Ville stood, nodded a farewell to the nicely grinning Syn and then left the bar almost unnoticed. Syn leaned back on his blood-spattered albeit comfy seat and took out his cell; obviously his intentions were to inform those who arranged the slaughter. Ville accepted. He beamed, pleased with himself.
Ville rode back to his place to pack some things required. Today was the day when another person will die because of him. Ville liked that. It made him smile.
It was dark. Almost midnight. Ville was staring at the big mansion in front of him. Fortunately going through gates was no problem. Now all he had to do was to get somehow into the house. He circled the house once. An open basement window caught his eyes and he crouched down and proceeded to look inside. There was a person sitting in front of a desk reading something. He obviously didn't see Ville because his back was facing the tattooed dude.
Assassin lowered himself quietly to the room. The boy didn't even flinch when Ville stepped forward - closer to the boy - but he didn't saw it coming when the boy suddenly jumped up and attacked him with a table lamp. He recovered quickly, though, and blocked the blow. After grabbing the boy’s hand and twisting it behind his back his other hand covered the young boy’s mouth so he couldn't cry for help.
Ville lowered himself to talk exactly to his ear: ‘I swear, if you start screaming when I take off my hand, I am going to kill you. Do you understand?’
The boy nodded rapidly. Ville slowly let the boy go and pushed him onto what supposedly was the teen’s bed. The boy slowly rose to sit comfortably.
’Now tell me where is the master bedroom?’ ordered Ville from the kid while checking him from head to toe. The boy had on just some Simpson’s pyjama bottoms. Boy eyed him carefully.
’You want to kill him, don't you?’ he asked quietly.
Ville smirked.
‘Clever boy.’
The said smart boy just shrugged: ‘Whatever. I can help you with that. I have waited for a long time for this son of a bitch to die.’
Ville was stunned and raised his eyebrow: ‘You do? That’s interesting. Why would you want that?"
‘It's a long story.’
He got off from the bed and went to his cupboard to put on a shirt. Ville was staring him thoughtfully. He had to admit it, the kid was hot.
‘What's your name? And why the fuck our dear ex-governor holds you on his basement?’
’Arnold is a dirty man,’ said the boy and stepped in front of Ville. He winked: ‘Maybe I'll show you later.’
He brushed his hand against Ville’s chest and went then to the door.
‘My name is Bam by the way.’
He smiled to the older man and then opened the door. Ville recovered quickly from the surprise and then followed the boy.
The house was totally dark as Bam was leading Ville along the long hallway. Finally they stopped in front of a door.
‘This is it,’ whispered Bam, ‘here he sleeps.’
Ville simply nodded and then went to open the door slowly and quietly. Assassin and the boy went in the bedroom and stepped closer to the bed. Ville threw a glance to the bed and then to Bam.
‘Where is he?’
’Err ...don't know. Maybe in the bathroom?’
Suddenly they heard movement in the next room.
‘There’s the bathroom,’ whispered the boy.
Ville nodded and walked to were the noise was coming from. He cocked his gun and then knocked over the door with a food. There was a low shout of surprise from the Arnold who after that stuttered a question inquiring about who Ville though he fucking was.
Bam stepped closer to see what was going on.
Arnold was sitting in a toilet seat, shocked and afraid expression upon his face. Next to him was an open newspaper. Ville was confidently pointing his gun at the old man.
‘Your worst nightmare.’
Then there was a silent shot-like noise, sound of a gluttonous body falling onto the bathroom tiles and Arnold was lying on the floor, within a pool of rich crimson blood - slowly growing around him.
Ville disliked seeing his victims whining and begging. It made him unwell. Bam on the other hand was staring the dead man in awe and lastly whispered: ‘Cool.’
Maybe that was the reason why Ville took him back to his apartment.
Ville had just sat down on his sofa when Bam came back from the bathroom. He curiously stared at the boy who stepped closer to him and then dropped down on his knees. The sofa occupying man sent the kid a questioning look. Bam pushed older man’s tights open and then scooted closer to be between them.
’Remember, you asked me why Arnold was holding me in his basement?’
Not waiting an answer Bam continued: ‘I'm going to show now.’
He started to open Ville’s trousers. When he saw no resistance from the older men he smirked.
’No underwear, nice,’ the boy glanced up after he finally got them open.
Ville smiled.
‘Yeah. Are you going to stare at it or do something?’
The boy wrapped his hand around Ville’s half erect tool.
‘That's it,’ said Ville, when the smaller man started to stroke his manhood to full-erectness. He let out a moan when the head of his member was engulfed by a warm mouth. Bam kissed the tip gently before starting with little sucking motions and then pulling back only to nibble at the head. Ville pushed his right hand through the kid’s hair and then let it stay there. Bam was now taking more and more of him into his mouth. Ville couldn't hold himself back anymore and started to trust into the boy’s mouth. Bam whinged and it sent small shockwaves to Ville, who moaned too. Bam was now bopping his head up and down, at the same time stroking himself with his hand. Both man picked up their speed and soon they were both cumming - Ville into Bam’s warm mouth, who unquestioningly swallowed it all. Ville collapsed back to the couch breathing hard. Bam was doing the same thing between his legs. After recovering, the assassin heaved Bam up onto his lap and advanced kissing the boy, tasting himself in the flavour of Bam’s mouth. Then he released the boy, who sat next to him.
Ville pulled the kid against his body before saying: ‘If you keep this up, I might keep you.’
‘That is not all I can do.’
Ville rose and started walking towards the bedroom.
"Yeah? Why don't you come and show me then?’
He disappeared through the door.
End
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