Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Avarìa ❯ Kiss of the Assassin ( Chapter 2 )

Avarìa

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(Thoughts)

"Spoken words"

By: Rosiel and Kira

Author's Notes: I told Kira I never thought I would be able to get this chapter out, cause of the huge debate we had about this chapter. We're very happy about the good reviews, thank you so much for the reviews!!! We really appreciate them! This chapter has a fair amount of R rated sexual content, so be advised. If you're not of age don't read it!

Chapter 2: Kiss of the Assassin

Seifer Almasy watched as the man fell with a deep thud to the now crimson colored carpet. He holstered his shining black gun, Hyperion, and moved to grab his tan coat off the back of the couch. He slipped it on and walked out of the apartment. (Well that one won't be talking anytime soon, should appease the Cowboy,) he thought with a small smirk.

He had just finished a hit on the most prominent individual in the witness protection program against the Almasy family. The man had claimed to have information on the family's illegal activities. (As if the cowboy would let himself get caught like that.) He scoffed to himself as he made his way downstairs and out to his black Ferrari. While it wasn't exactly what someone pictured an assassin driving, it was still Seifer's favorite toy, aside from Hyperion. He had the huge gunblade mounted a few years ago. It was by far his favorite weapon, so he always felt that all of his weapons should carry the namesake. Hence the black gun with the name inscribed into the barrel.

Seifer drove down the road towards the large compound belonging to the extended Almasy family. He smirked; I wonder how Matron is going to react upon seeing my clothes. He hadn't meant for the hit to be messy, but it had just happened that way. He had managed to get into the target's apartment without trouble. He was really to trusting to be in the witness protection program. From there it had seemed to be an easy hit, until the target tried to bludgeon him with a paperweight. He had to laugh at the man's tenacity. He had eventually succeeded in winning the fight, and killing the target.

He smiled as he pulled up to the compound's gate. The automated lock pad appeared from its hiding place and asked for his ID code. He quickly punched the familiar numbers in and set his right hand on the scanner, allowing his ID to be read. The wrought iron gates opened and he drove in without a hitch. Many people thought the Almasy's were a little elaborate in the designs of the main house as well as the surrounding ones. Each had a specific time period it matched and reminded everyone of the days in Italy. The statues of Venus and Mars greeted him as he made his way up the straight driveway and towards the garage.

Once he had parked, he slipped inside and walked down the elaborate halls towards the common room where he knew his brother would be at this hour. The dark blue and purple runner hid the sound of his heavy footfall. Even though as a child he had been considered small, he had grown into quite a man. Broad-shouldered and tall, he sometimes would use his height to pick on his older brother. Although Irvine claimed to not mind, Seifer knew it was a source of endless annoyance to him. Edea stepped out into the hall as he approached the common room.

"Seifer?"

"Hello Matron."

He gave her a small smile, Edea was the only mother he had ever known and he had always considered her his only true confident. She was kind and didn't mind listening to the tall blond rant and rave, even if there were some words thrown into his rants that made her cringe. She was always smiling and helped him with any problem he had.

"I hope none of that blood is yours."

"Of course not. Hit just got a little messy that's all."

She nodded with a small smile. She never asked questions. She would always let him speak to her when he was ready to. Perhaps that's what drew him to talk to her. She smiled once more and drew closer to him.

"Your brother is waiting for you. He said he has something you might find interesting."

"Really? What's the cowboy got planned for me now? Need someone to wash his truck or should I say horse?"

Edea smiled and leaned up to kiss his messy cheek. She readjusted herself back to her normal height, which was tall for a woman, and walked on down the corridor. He shook his head, watching her leave. (So Cowboy's got something of interest for me huh? Well hell, guess I better not keep him waiting.)

He walked into the common room. No expense had been spared here as well. Dark wine colored carpet and off-white walls opened the room up a little. It was not a big room, but at the same time not what one would refer to as a small room. Irvine and Selphie often conducted business here because of the relaxed atmosphere. It made their clients easier to work with and easier to read their intentions. His brother was perched on one of the large tan couches, talking with his wife. The brunette laughed at something he said and then went back into their conversation.

"Hey kiddies. What are you doing?" Seifer asked as he plopped down in the easy chair across from them.

"Hello Seifer. Geez you look like Jack the Ripper. What happened?" Selphie asked, her green eyes darkening with worry.

"Eh. Just a messy hit that's all."

"I hope it wasn't to messy." Irvine arched an eyebrow, looking him over.

Despite Irvine's appearance as a good natured person, he was serious about family business and if the need arose, would take out even his own brother to protect the family. He loved the family and it's members, but if one became a threat to the well being of the family, he would take them out. Even if it meant killing his own brother.

"No evidence was left if that's what you mean. They don't call me the Coffin Dancer for nothing." Seifer replied in his usual cocky tone.

Selphie shook her head. Seifer was a big softie to the family, but otherwise he could be counted as one of the cruelest assassins there ever was. It seemed hard to believe really. He was always so sweet to she and Matron, if not a little arrogant.

"So what's this Matron tells me about you two getting me a present?"

"Well, you've done such a good job lately, excluding today's hit," Irvine arched his eyebrow, "we figured you deserved some kind of reward."

"Really? And what would that reward consist of?"

"Why don't you go to your room and find out." Selphie said with a little wink.

Seifer shook his head and got to his feet, heading back down the hall and upstairs to his bedroom. He opened the door and stepped into what he considered his haven. The room was decorated in varying shades of red, black and silver. The only colors he considered messing with. The black carpet hid his footfalls as he walked towards the bathroom. The walls were a deep rich red that matched the canopy on the silver four-poster bed. Hanging above the silver and black marble fireplace was his favorite weapon, a large gunblade that he called Hyperion. All of his weapons bore the name because of it.

He stiffened suddenly, whirling around. Someone else was in the room, and it wasn't a member of his family. They all knew better than to disturb him after a hit. It was considered hazardous to one's health to disturb him, especially when he needed rest. His blue green eyes settled on the bed. Lying there with only the thin black coverlet covering him was one of the most beautiful men Seifer had ever laid eyes on. His brown hair was a little messy, his stormy blue eyes stared up into Seifer's eyes. He was breathing heavily, his luscious lips parted slightly. Seifer immediately noticed the silver collar around his neck.

(So this is the gift my dear brother and sister were talking about. How interesting.)

But instead of stopping to study the beautiful creature further, he pushed open the door and stepped inside the bathroom which was done up in the same way as his bedroom. He removed his bloody clothes and stepped into the hot spray of the shower. Sighing, he closed his eyes as muscles he hadn't even realized were tense loosened. After his shower he stepped out into his bedroom, letting the steam trail behind him. Only a black towel was draped around his waist as he made his way back out into the room.

The beautiful young man was trying to get the door open, tugging on the handle and throwing his weight into the door. He stopped moving and whirled around to face Seifer, his eyes pleading.

"You know, I think you need something called a key to get that open."

He stepped towards the naked slave. Taking in his appearance. (God, he is a lovely thing.) He could see why his brother and sister in law would buy him such a gift. The young man was shorter than he was, but he wasn't frail. His body was lean, and Seifer could easily see the muscles rippling beneath the surface. Hidden in a patch of dark curls was a slender cock and Seifer found his eyes lingering on it. The slave flushed and used his hands to cover himself.

Seifer smirked and stepped towards him. The slave pressed himself against the door in an attempt to get away from him. Seifer took another step and suddenly the slave lashed out, trying with all his might to punch him right in the face. He caught the fist and began to bend the arm back, watching as those beautiful stormy orbs filled with panic.

"I could break your arm in just a second for such an act of disobedience. But then again, who would want a slave with a broken arm. I should just kill you, but my brother and his wife spent good money on you, so instead, I think I'll just leave you here."

He smirked at the look of disbelief in the slave's eyes. (So you wanted me to kill you, how interesting.) Seifer thought, as he turned his back and walked over to the closet. He dressed quickly and walked back towards the door.

"Move out of the way boy, or I will punish you. And I don't think you would like my idea of punishing." His deadly tone caused the slave to immediately move out of the way. But instead of leaving the room, he turned around.

"Get on the bed now." Seifer ordered. The slave lifted his head in defiance, refusing to move. He shook his head. "You don't want me to get angry with you. Now get on the bed!"

The slave seemed to think the better of disobeying him and moved towards the bed. He laid back, watching him wearily as he went to the closet. He removed a few of his ties from the chest of drawers close to the closet door and walked back over to the bed. Seifer reached out, tying the boys' arms and then his legs to the four posts and smiling, leaned in towards him. The slave flinched away from him, but he had nowhere to go. Seifer caught his chin, amazed at how soft his skin was and turned his face towards him. He pressed his lips hard to the soft, pliant ones below him, in a possessive if not bruising kiss.

"I'll be back later. If I've find you've gotten free, I'm going to be very angry." Seifer said softly, not bothering to conceal the threat in his voice.

He slipped his hand in between the boy's spread legs, fondling his slender cock. The boy gasped and arched his hips into the touch. Seifer smiled. (So he likes that huh? Well let's see if he likes this.) He leaned down, once more capturing those luscious lips and began to stroke his hand up and down, sliding his thumb over the head of his erection a few times.

The slave's soft moans and cries urged him on and he continued torturing him with his kisses and touch until the boy suddenly went stiff below him. (Oh no. He can't come. He needs to be punished for trying to run.) He pulled his hand back and the boy cried out, turning his stormy eyes on him. Anger and desire warred in their depths as he watched Seifer back up and walk towards the door.

"Consider this your punishment. Don't move." He smirked and slipped the key into the door, opening it and slipping from the room. He'd pretend he didn't hear the angry, pained cry from the boy he had left tied up.

Author's Notes: Rosiel: Wohoo! Now that that's done. Kira: Rosiel you idiot you were supposed to write lemon! Rosiel: I was? Oops, well I guess if you want lemon you better review!