Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Abe and Kroenen - Sleeping with the Fishes ❯ Chapter 1

I often wondered how this happened. How I managed to attract such a beautiful, intelligent being, one who would love me, and care about me, no matter my looks. Someone who would want me beyond hiring me as their trained assassin. My abilities were not for others to harness, to control, but I allowed them to have me do their dirty work. Like Rasputin. It was just part of the lifestyle - just something I did.

And now I had the world's most beautiful and sympathetic creature in my bed, below me, flushed, breathing my name. My name. Wanting me, and only me.

Abe looked up at me with his brilliantly wise, otherworldly eyes. In just one look I could gather so much from those eyes. They were dark, black with need, the iris stained a deep blue, flecked with sparkling stars of gold. He watched me kneeling above him, completely at ease, not afraid of me for what I was. Not afraid that I was an assassin. Not worried that I had once set out to kill him. Not worried that I would hurt him. He put his entire trust in me, and for that, I couldn't help but love him all the more.

Being the disgusting entity I was, there was no way to undress myself without frightening him because of my appearance. He knew what I looked like perfectly well, and my skin-tight suit left nothing to the imagination, but my face was sure to shock and frighten him, no matter how many times he gazed upon it. So now, I kept myself covered, my body unexposed, except for the swollen member I had released from the confines of my pants. Perhaps the one untouched part of my body. The one part I hadn't destroyed in my crazed addiction.

Abraham whimpered my name, his legs spread, exposing his body to mine, putting his whole faith in me. I hitched one of his damp legs up on my shoulder, and slickened my fingers with the tiny bottle of lubricant I held. Lowering my hand to his body, I gently circled his tiny, puckered entrance, and glanced at him. “This might hurt.” I cautioned. He nodded, and smiled reassuringly.

“I trust you.” That much was obvious. Inwardly smiling, I gently pressed the tip of one slick finger into his entrance, my eyes back on my work. My other hand held his slick leg up on my shoulder - the mechanical hand, which was, like my right, covered in a soft, leather glove. His slim form remained relaxed, and he made no visible or audible sign of pain while I pressed my first two fingers into his tight body, each with a gentle, careful slowness, unwilling to hurt him. As I slowly and carefully inserted the third, he let out a soft hiss of pain, and I paused. His neck strained as he lifted his head to glare at me as best he could. “Kroenen - please. Just do it.” I nodded ever so slightly, and pressed the finger in as far as it would go. Groaning a little under his breath, my lover lifted his hips and then pressed them upon my hand, urging me to hasten my pace. I withdrew my fingers until only the tips remained, and then pressed them back in, letting his inner muscles loosen a bit before I subjected his body to my much larger and harder length. I could hear Abe gasping softly, his gills frantically flaring open for air, and I released my grip on his leg and reached for my bedside table.

As I shifted my weight, Abe's expression changed into a huffy pout. “What are you-“ He quieted when I unceremoniously poured a glass of water onto his neck, watching his body gladly take in the source of oxygen. I then found the other object I was looking for - and, drawing my fingers from his body, I gently took his arm in my hand and found his vein, pressing a needle into his flesh, right below his elbow. His breathing cleared up at once, and his eyes looked questioningly at mine. “Where did you get-“

“Never you mind, fischboy…” I grumbled, lowering my face to his and pressing the lower part of my mask to his lips. He complied, silencing himself and once, and his tongue snaked out, playing along the grill of my mask. Imagining what that would feel like, I let out a moan, the sound hissing from between my teeth.

Without warning, I positioned myself and pressed the head of my erection lightly against his opening, hearing his gasp of surprise and feeling his body react instinctively, arching up to meet me. “Kroenen!” He gasped.

With an inward grin - as my lips didn't exist to form such an expression - I raised a hand to my chest and wound myself up, preparing my body for the oncoming exertion. I could see him blush a light lavender, his blue skin heating up. Grasping one of his legs in my mechanical hand, I guided the head of my member into his body.