25 comments/ 17581 views/ 37 favorites The Target Ch. 01 By: Arryl4 Roman glanced down again at the photo of the man. It felt odd, calling him a man. His face was round, his eyes big and vividly green. A black fedora hat with two white stripes on one side framed his pale blond hair. And his smile! The toothy grin was the picture of boyhood. Regardless, his bio stated clearly that he was 21 years old, born on July 16th. Roman all of a sudden felt oddly guilty for knowing something like his birthday when they had never met. He pushed the strange feeling from his mind and he focused again on his mission: Kill Jackie Ellis. He remembered his client's words clearly as he climbed into his black Audi. "I don't care if you make it look like an accident or what. I just want the fucker dead," the man had said. Requests like this were common in such a big city. A lot of people means that some of them are going to be wanted dead. It was his job, and the job of people like him, to take care of that. He'd actually never met another hitman before. He doubted he would. He'd been in the business a good few years or so. He knew almost every face in his part of the city. Roman laughed to himself. He'd be surprised if he met another person with the same profession. He laughed more as he pulled out of the driveway of his apartment complex. His destination was a fast-food joint a few miles away. He'd driven by it on occasion, but never gone inside. He wasn't a fast-food joint person. In fact, he wouldn't be going inside. He parked in an inconspicuous spot between a pickup and a beat-up Mazda, thankful that this restaurant was one of the few in the urban jungle that actually had a parking lot. Roman checked his watch. 6: 58. His target would be off his shift in two minutes. He could wait. He leaned back and looked around at the rest of the parking lot. It was pretty crowded, even for a Saturday evening. He craned his neck to get a better view of the door. He didn't want to miss Jackie. As he watched solitary people, couples, and the occasional family enter or exit the building, Roman began to whistle a tune casually, killing time. He knew he was basically stalking Jackie, and part of him felt guilty. He grew irritated. He'd done this so many times! Why did it feel so... wrong now? He sighed and checked his watch, rather than the five-minutes-fast clock on the dashboard. 7:02. Roman was about to refocus on the front door when he saw a figure move in the corner of his eye. He swiveled his head, looking at the back of the building. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He saw Jackie exit the building from the relatively concealed back door. His odd appearance puzzled Roman. Jackie wore the hat from the picture, along with a... suit. He was wearing a suit. Complete with a red and green striped tie and dress shoes. Roman would've laughed, if not for the crutches Jackie used and the cast that encased his lower right leg. Roman couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten the injury. He waited for Jackie to get into a car, but to Roman's surprise, he kept hobbling onto the sidewalk. "Here we go," he muttered to himself as he pulled out of the parking lot and began to discreetly follow his target. Roman concluded that Jackie must've lived near the restaurant, but in the next twenty minutes, he passed two apartment buildings, and he began to doubt himself. Then, the strangest idea popped into his head. He tried to push it away, but it persisted. He made the mistake of looking at Jackie's cast, and all bets were off. "Shit," he muttered, and he pulled up next to where Jackie was walking. "Hey," he called, blowing his cover, and only half regretting it. Jackie turned and looked at him. God, those eyes! Roman couldn't help but stare. "Yeah?" he answered. His voice was sort of quiet, and not very deep. Roman swallowed the knot that had lodged in his throat. "Where ya headed?" Jackie's head tilted slightly, as if choosing his next words carefully. "It's... it's not too far away. I don't need a ride, thanks." he turned his head away a little too quickly. Roman eyed him curiously. He had a feeling he was being lied to. "You know," he began. "You're not a good liar." It was a stretch, but at that point Roman didn't care. He felt strange, like he absolutely needed to have Jackie in his car. Jackie slowed. Roman slowed the car to match him. Jackie looked at him warily. Seeing his chance, Roman tried again. "Come on. What's the harm?" He knew he sounded like a total creep, and suddenly felt blood rush to his face. Jackie smiled. "Okay, if it's no trouble." Roman shook his head and reached over and opened the passenger door for him. Jackie turned and sat in the seat, then pulled his crutches in, set them next to him, and closed the door. He gave Roman directions to his apartment building, which wasn't too far from his own, Roman realized. He checked the mirror above the dashboard and noticed Jackie's eyes flitting about the car. Roman tensed. "Shit!" he thought to himself. He did a mental check. His sniper rifle was stowed under the backseat. His stash of explosives was in an attaché case in the trunk. His case of knives was in a compartment under Jackie's seat. His pistol was in the glove compartment. He mentally sighed in relief. "The bio!" he almost jumped as the thought rang through his head. Then, he remembered tossing it behind his own seat. If Jackie just so happened to look in the mirror at the right angle... the shit would hit the fan. He let out an anxious sigh as he drove on. Jackie broke the silence. "Somehow, I get the feeling you're not just a good Samaritan." Roman tensed. "You're right. I'm a rapist. You're getting kidnapped." Jackie laughed. The sound caused a stirring in the pit of Roman's stomach. He wanted to hear that sound again. "W-why do I find that hard to believe?" Jackie asked between laughs. Surprising himself, Roman replied, "I'm a smooth criminal." He caught Jackie's eye and winked. He laughed some more. Roman felt happier than he'd been in a while and he felt himself grow hard as Jackie's laughter filled his ears. He admitted it to himself: he was attracted to his target. Roman frowned. He couldn't kill him if he became too infatuated. He resolved to stop talking to him, drive him into an alley and finish the job. Simple. Jackie looked at him and smiled. Roman could see him out of the corner of his eye. Blood rushed to his face. He felt himself grow hard once more, and he broke his inner resolve. "So...um..." he began stupidly. "How'd you..." he trailed off and gestured to Jackie's cast-bound foot. He turned his head away and answered, "Oh, just... work." Roman raised an eyebrow. "I'd never have guessed the fast food industry was so dangerous." Jackie gave a small giggle. "No I... it's nothing." Roman entered the parking lot of Jackie's apartment building. It looked a little old, but Roman concluded that this was the best a fast-food worker could do. He pulled up near the door. Roman got out of the car and walked around to help out Jackie. Once he was out of the car and situated on his crutches, Rowan saw him to the door. "Gonna need anything else?" he asked. Jackie bit his lip and awkwardly opened the door. Roman eyed the staircase. "I see," he said knowingly. They stepped inside. Roman pondered the situation. "I got it," he said. He took Jackie's crutches and hooked his arm under Jackie's shoulder. Jackie slung his arm across Roman's shoulders. Then, they began awkwardly ascending the staircase. "Fifth floor," Jackie breathed. Roman nodded. After a few minutes, they reached their destination. They stood outside Jackie's apartment in silence for a few moments. Then, Jackie spoke. "Want to come inside?" he looked up at Roman imploringly. When he hesitated, Jackie continued. "Please? Just to thank you for everything." Roman smiled, and Jackie looked down. "Sure," he said, feeling another boner coming on. Jackie produced a key from his pocket and opened the door. He walked inside, and Roman followed. "You can have a seat on the couch, I'll get us something to drink. You like scotch?" Roman nodded. "Scotch is fine, thanks," he said and sat down on a beige sofa. He could see Jackie behind a counter pulling out a bottle and some glasses with only a little difficulty because of the crutches. Even from where he sat, Roman could see he had a fine ass. He couldn't believe he was having such thoughts about someone he was supposed to kill. He bit his lip. He didn't want to kill him. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. Just then, Jackie returned, with two glasses of scotch balanced expertly on a small tray he held in one hand. He gave one to Roman, then sat down next to him on the sofa. Roman took note of how close Jackie was to him and sipped his drink, trying to appear casual. He set the glass down on the coffee table. "Mind if I ask you a question?" Jackie looked up at him. Jackie was at least a foot shorter than him, Roman noticed. Jackie responded, "I don't even know your name yet. Let's start there. There'll be time for questions later." he smiled. "Roman Sinclaire," he blurted. He mentally berated himself. He'd meant to use a fake name, but he couldn't stop himself. He hated how careless Jackie made him act. "Well hello there, Roman," the way he said his name made him want to just grab him and kiss him with reckless abandon. "My name is Jackie. Jackie Whitaker Ellis. Pleased to meet you." he laughed, that sweet harmony almost made Roman lose control. He wondered if Jackie knew how he made him feel. Roman swallowed painfully. "So then. My question." Jackie gazed at him intently. "Yes?" "Did you... Walk to work?" Roman couldn't help but grin. Jackie giggled. "No. My friend picked me up and drove me, but I forgot to bring my cell so I couldn't ask her to pick me up." Roman started laughing, and Jackie playfully punched his arm. "Oh, shut up! It's my turn to ask a question." Roman grinned lazily. "Fire away." Jackie's playful aura vanished. "Why haven't you killed me yet?" -------- Sorry, no sex this chapter! If you like, please comment! I'll do another one soon. The Target Ch. 02 Roman stared at Jackie in shock. "Wait, what?" Jackie held his gaze evenly. "I'm not stupid, Roman. I know you've been following me. No one hangs around a restaurant without going inside, then just 'decides' to leave right when an employee, ahem, me, 'happens' to be leaving as well. Or just 'happens' to see said employee hobbling down the sidewalk and charms that employee into their Audi." Roman could do nothing but stare dumbfounded at Jackie. But Jackie wasn't done. "And that bio you had on me in your car pretty much sealed the deal." Roman couldn't help putting his head in his hands. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Fuck!" Jackie sighed. "So then, when were you planning on doing it?" Roman replied, "I don't know, just...shit!" he exclaimed again. Jackie laughed. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're not the stealthiest hitman I've ever encountered." Roman raised his eyebrows in surprise. "There've been... others?" Jackie nodded. "A lot of people want me dead." "Why? What the hell did you do?" Roman couldn't help but blurt out. The thought of other people hunting down Jackie outraged him. Jackie gave a despondent sigh that made Roman depressed. "I've killed the wrong kinds of people. Mobsters, gangbangers, so many of them. I've lost count. The underworld isn't so fond of me anymore." he laughed sorrowfully as Roman just stared at him, dumbstruck. "Jackie... you... you're a..." he stammered. He looked up at Roman. "Yes. I've been an assassin for the past five years." Roman looked away. "Holy shit." "I relocated over to this part of the city after another assassination attempt. I guess... I guess they found me." he hung his head and sighed again, but this time his lean shoulders shook in an unmistakable sign of sobbing. Roman ran a hand up and down Jackie's back. "Don't, hey, don't cry." Jackie looked up at him, tears streaming down his adorable boyish face. Roman felt like he had been hit by a train. Then, Jackie did something neither of them suspected. He leaned for ward and wrapped his arms around Roman, sobbing into his shoulder. Roman's arms instinctively wrapped around his thin body. "Shh. Don't, Jackie. Please don't." Roman tried his best to calm him. Jackie looked up at him with eyes that could've swooned anyone, and for a moment, Roman wondered how someone this innocent looking could have been a killer. "Roman, I just want it to end. I can't walk around in my own home without feeling watched. I'm sick of living in fear. Please," he pulled a knife out of his sleeve and pressed the handle to Roman's hand. "Kill me." Roman was taken aback. He threw the knife onto the coffee table, outraged. "No way, Jackie. No way in hell am I going to kill you. Not for anyone, not even yourself." Jackie argued. "But you have to! You were hired to!" Roman shook his head and cupped Jackie's face in one hand. "I don't care," he murmured as he lowered his lips to Jackie's. Jackie gave a small cry of surprise. This turned Roman on even more. His tongue brushed lightly against Jackie's, and he reveled in the shivers that he felt run through him. He was just as turned on as Roman. Jackie's hands felt along his chest, covered by a thin t-shirt. Each contact his fingertips made with Roman's abs sent shockwaves to his cock, now fully erect and straining to get out of his jeans. Roman felt up Jackie's thigh and he was rewarded with a moan that clearly stated the intensity of Jackie's desire. His probing hands soon met Jackie's hard member, clearly detectable beneath his suit pants. Roman made quick work of undoing them and reaching inside. This earned another gasp from Jackie as they continued kissing. He gripped the erection, maybe seven or so inches in size. His thumb swept around the head, which was leaking precum. Roman pulled it out of Jackie's pants. Jackie broke the kiss and blushed, looking up at him. Roman gave a devilish grin as he started moving his hand up and down Jackie's length. His moans of pleasure were almost enough to send him over the edge. Jackie's arms were hooked around his neck, and Roman could hear every lovely sound he made crystal-clear. Soon, his noises grew even more frantic, and Roman knew Jackie was close. He jerked harder and faster until, finally, warm semen streamed from Jackie and he shuddered. Most of it had gotten onto Roman's shirt, but he didn't mind. He took Jackie's face and kissed him again. "Feel better?" he asked, grinning wildly. Jackie laughed softly. "Yes, thank you. Hey, um..." he pointed to Roman's cum-stained t-shirt. "This? This is nothing," he said and pulled his shirt over his head and held it in his hand. The way Jackie gazed at Roman's finely toned chest set his arousal ablaze again. He leaned forward and whispered in Jackie's ear, "You're really cute, you know that?" He could tell Jackie was blushing again and he lightly nipped his ear. He sighed and picked up his glass of scotch and downed it all. His eyelids drooped. "Damn Jackie. This shit's strong." Jackie stared at him blankly. Roman felt himself grow weary. Realization flooded through him. The bastard had drugged him! "Yew fuckin'... son of a bitch," he slurred. His consciousness began to fade, and soon Roman was out cold. *** Jackie stood over Roman on his crutches, pleased with himself. Apparently, Roman had been to busy looking at his ass to notice the tranquilizer he slipped into his glass. Idiot. He was a cute idiot, though. Jackie liked the way his chocolate hair fell over his eyes. His abs were nothing to look down your nose at either. Jackie, against his better judgement, reached out and stroked Roman's wispy goatee. He was a hottie. Now what was he going to do with him? Jackie wished he'd thought things through. He had a good few hours before Roman woke up. He sighed. There wasn't much he could do. He could call Cameo and fill her in, and she could help him decide. That sounded like a good idea. Jackie hobbled into his bedroom and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed her number, and hoped she'd pick up. Sure enough, a few rings later, he heard a familiar voice. "Jackie? What's up honey?" Jackie swallowed a knot in his throat. "Uh...Cam? There's a ... a um... there's a shirtless hitman on my couch." Cameo laughed. "Is he hot? Did you charm him out of his pants yet Jackie?" Jackie felt his face go red. "Shut up! He's out cold-" She cut him off. "Woah there darling, start at the beginning." He sighed and began recounting his evening, leaving out the crying and the hand job. At the end of his story, she whistled. "Why'd you knock him out again?" "I DON'T KNOW! Well... you know me... it was a precaution!" She laughed. "Is he hot?" Jackie sighed. "Yes..." "Damn. I'll be right over, and we'll gang-rape him, kay?" "Cam!" She laughed and hung up. Jackie sighed, exasperated. Cameo was quite a character, but she was his friend, the only person he could trust. She wasn't in his profession, but she still understood his troubles. He returned to the living room, and Roman. He began to feel sorry. Everything that Jackie had communicated to him had been genuine. The sobbing, the moans, the laughs. The tranquilizer had just been a precaution. He hoped Roman was a reasonable person. Jackie sat down next to his unconscious guest. God, he was gorgeous! He remembered the way Roman had touched him, and how he enjoyed it. He remembered how he had called him cute. He remembered how he'd refused to kill him. Jackie was infatuated. He tried his best to shut the delicious memories out of his mind. He'd just met Roman today. For all he knew, he could just be an amazing actor. Jackie didn't want to believe it, but he had to accept the possibility. He held his head in his hands. He didn't feel so good. After a few minutes, he heard a knock on his door. He jumped up and staggered over to the door and opened it. Cameo stood there, fingerless-gloves covered the hands that were placed firmly on her hips. She was wearing a skin-tight strapless leather dress that ended just above her knees. Her black and red striped stockings set off a pair of black not-quite-knee-high boots. Black eyeliner and eyeshadow framed her hazel eyes. Her long black hair had a single highlight of red. Nothing unusual there. She breezed past him, at home in his apartment. She made her way into the living room. He heard a whistle. "Damn Jackie!" "Don't. Start," he growled. "Did you lose your purity yet?" "Cam..." "I just want to know if my lil faggy-poo has been deflowered yet." "CAM!" She laughed vigorously. Jackie huffed over and stood next to her. "What do you think I should do?" She seemed to be thinking hard. "Hmm. Maybe...nothing." Jackie frowned. "I can't do nothing! Cam, what if he wakes up?" She giggled. "You're overreacting. Calm down. When he wakes up, calmly, I repeat, CALMLY explain why you knocked him out. He'll understand." Jackie bit his lip. "But what if-" Cameo began walking over to his kitchen. "No buts. Do what Cammy tells you to." Jackie grew irritated. "You could've told me this over the phone! Why'd you come over?" She opened his refrigerator. "To steal your beer." She grabbed a bottle of Budweiser and started for the door. Before disappearing into the hall, Cameo called to him, "Gimme a call when you guys..." she winked. Jackie frowned, and Cameo left. He blushed when he noticed that she said "when". Jackie began to feel weary himself, even though it was only around 7:30. He was like that. He'd go to bed early, then wake up in the middle of the night and review his jobs. He liked his schedule, although he hadn't gotten any jobs recently. He cast one more look back at Roman before limping into his room. He tossed his hat onto his nightstand and loosened his tie. He slipped out of his shoes and socks and crawled into bed, asleep in moments. *** Roman's eyes opened slowly. His situation came rushing back to him. That bastard Jackie! He hopped off of the couch and checked his watch. 10:36. His head was reeling from the drug. He did a 360, surveying his surroundings. A door was ajar, a soft glow came from inside. He angrily pushed his way into the room. A lamp was on in one corner of the room. Roman saw a queen-sized bed in another corner, and a figure under the covers. Jackie. Roman slowly approached the bed until he stood at its side, looking down on Jackie. His chest was rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, indicating that he was truly asleep. If there was one thing Roman hated, it was being knocked out. He didn't like the feeling of helplessness. It didn't suit him. Jackie had broken his number one rule. He felt like he needed to do something. But what? His eyes looked Jackie up and down. He could see that he was curled up, sort of like a cat. His pale blond hair was slightly mussed, his face was serene, mouth hanging open slightly. Roman tried his best not to be aroused by Jackie's appearance, but to no avail. He was aroused and angered at the same time. He settled for just watching him sleep. It was creepy, sure, but Roman didn't really care about being creepy at that point. Jackie rolled over, facing Roman. His face was so adorable that Roman had to resist reaching out and brushing his cheek, or doing something equally intimate. Roman sighed, and without warning, Jackie opened his eyes. Roman froze. Jackie sat up quickly, fully awake, green eyes wide and mouth partly open. An expression filled his gaze that Roman recognized from many of his victims: fear. Jackie was afraid. Good. The Target Ch. 03 So a couple of you have been concerned with this but... Sorry the chapters are so short! I'm just worried that if I write a lot it'll get boring :( I might work on that in the future, so chill :3 Aaaaanywho... Chaptaaaaaaa Threeeeeeeeee~ This one is my favorite. Just saying. *coughcoughsexcoughcough* Teehee. ^.^ --- "Roman," Jackie whispered. Roman's cock twitched, as it did whenever Jackie said his name, but he kept a stern face. Jackie's eyes betrayed his fear. Roman glared at him, waiting for an explanation. Jackie trembled noticeably. "I... I didn't..." He trailed off, and Roman lost his patience. He grabbed Jackie by his collar and shook him roughly. "What the FUCK is wrong with you? You got some explaining to do, so you better start, godammit!" Jackie's hands covered his and he tried to no avail to pull Roman's hands away. Roman held firm and shook him again. "Ro...Roman, let go!" Jackie used his good foot and kicked him in the gut. Roman staggered backwards and Jackie sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for his crutches. Roman recovered from the kick and seized Jackie's arm. His grip was steel. He growled in anger and twisted Jackie's arm. Jackie gasped in pain. "Ah! Stop it! It hurts!" he exclaimed. Roman bent his arm behind his back, forcing Jackie to turn around. He was now bending over the side of the bed. "Do you drug all of your guests? Or do you just not like me?" Roman hissed into Jackie's ear. Jackie squirmed beneath him, but he was firmly pinned. "That was a question." Jackie squirmed some more. "I do! I just... I was afraid." he stammered. Roman raised an eyebrow. "Afraid?" Jackie replied, "Yes! I can't trust very many people, and... I thought you'd end up betraying me. So I... freaked." Roman's grip on Jackie's arm relaxed. "Jackie," he said. "I would never betray you. Please believe me." He couldn't see Jackie's face, but something told him that he was blushing. Roman smiled and flipped him over. His instincts were right. Jackie's face held a red glow. God, he was so cute when he blushed. Roman couldn't hold himself back any longer. He took Jackie's face in his hands and kissed him. Jackie immediately wrapped his arms around Roman's neck. Roman trailed kisses from Jackie's lips to his ear, then down to his collarbone. They were both fully erect by then. Roman whipped off Jackie's tuxedo jacket, followed by his shirt and tie. His bare chest was lean and not too muscular. A few downy blond hairs trailed down his stomach, barely visible. To Roman, it was a beautiful sight. At first, Jackie quickly covered his chest with his arms, feeling self-conscious. Roman pulled his arms away. "Don't be shy. Trust me, Jackie." The words seemed to have an effect on him, because he allowed Roman to plant kisses down his stomach before standing tall again. Roman smiled and felt along Jackie's thigh. In a quick motion, Roman undid Jackie's pants and yanked them down to his ankles. Jackie kicked them off and began undoing Roman's jeans. He slid them off, along with his shoes and socks. They were both garbed in only their boxers. Roman took a deep breath and reached inside the waistband of Jackie's boxers. Jackie made no move to stop him as Roman slid them down and off of him. He also made no move to cover his erection. Roman paused and gazed adoringly at Jackie's nude body. He'd never been turned on this much before. As he stared, Jackie hunched his shoulders and looked away sheepishly. Roman smiled and guided Jackie's face with his hand so that their eyes met. Jackie regained some confidence and yanked down Roman's boxers, exposing his eight-inch hard on. Jackie couldn't stop staring at it, mesmerized. "Jackie, is this your first time?" Roman asked with concern. Jackie nodded shyly. Roman laughed. "I guess I'll have to be extra good to you, huh?" Jackie smiled. Roman bent down to kiss him, but Jackie reached out and gripped his cock with one hand. "I... um... an apology for drugging you," he said quietly. Roman grinned wickedly. Jackie brought his mouth closer to Roman's dick. He flicked the head with his tongue a few times. He took the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. "Aw, fuck, Jackie!" Roman called out in ecstasy. Jackie began taking more of him into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then grew more intense. He started a bobbing motion with his head. Moans of pleasure escaped Roman as Jackie kept up the pace. Roman ran his fingers through Jackie's fair hair. He was savoring every motion of Jackie's head. After a few moments, he felt like he was about to cum. Roman pulled his dick put of Jackie's mouth and pushed him back on the bed. He climbed on top, positioning a finger at Jackie's entrance. He worked it inside, delighting in Jackie's gasp of surprise. He finger fucked Jackie for a few moments, adding a finger, then two. Jackie moaned in time with his fingers' thrusts, and soon Roman was desperate to be inside of him. He pulled his fingers out and placed his cock at Jackie's opening. Roman felt him shudder in anticipation. "Jackie, are you okay with this?" "Oh God yes," he breathed huskily, lust thick in his voice. "Please." Roman grinned devilishly and he slowly pushed the head into Jackie's ass. "Roman... ah, it hurts," said Jackie as Roman pushed further into him. He hesitated, wondering if Jackie was going to be okay. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, Roman," Jackie moaned. Roman was so turned on by his voice that he hastily buried himself to the hilt in Jackie's tight ass. "Jackie, I'm all the way in," he announced. Jackie nodded and exhaled as Roman began to pull out until only the head remained inside. He took a deep breath before starting to fuck Jackie, pumping in and out at a moderate speed. Jackie moaned with pleasure in time with his thrusts, and Roman only got hornier. He started fucking him faster. Jackie started crying out now every time Roman pumped into him. "Oh God Roman! It feels so good! Harder, Roman!" He gladly obliged the former virgin. Jackie wrapped his hand around his own cock and began jerking himself off. The sight of Jackie touching himself was the sexiest sight Roman had ever seen. He began furiously fucking Jackie. After a few seconds, he heard Jackie's cry. "Oh my God! Roman! I'm coming!" Roman gave an animalistic grunt, buried himself all the way into Jackie's ass, and came hard. Jackie followed him over the edge, squirting semen onto Roman's muscular chest. Roman fell upon him with kisses. His lips, neck, collarbone, chest. Jackie was out of breath. He lay beneath Roman, panting. "Did you like it, Jackie? Did you feel good?" Roman asked between kisses. Jackie caught his breath and answered, "Yes, oh yes, Roman. I've never felt like this before. That was amazing." Roman lay down beside Jackie and stroked his hair. "Don't be surprised if I can't keep my hands off of you," he murmured. Jackie kissed him. "I don't want you to." *** Roman was fast asleep. Jackie could tell by his breathing. He slipped out of the bed and grabbed his cell phone off of the nightstand. He left the room on his crutches and made his way down the hall to the bathroom. He dialed Cameo's number. "Hey Jackie. What's up? Did Sleeping Hottie wake up yet?" Cameo sounded sober, a good sign for this conversation. "Er... yes." "You sound funny. Is something wrong?" "Cam," was all Jackie could manage to say. There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally, he heard, "How was it?" "I love him." More silence from Cameo. Jackie hadn't even intended to say that. He wasn't even sure if he meant it. "Jackie, are you sure?" "No... yes...I don't know Cam! What if he's lying to me? What if he's still gonna try and kill me? I want to trust him, but what if I can't? What if he kills me, Cam? Oh my God, I-" "Shh," Cameo's soothing voice came over the line. "Calm down Jackie. Calm down. You'll be fine. You can handle him if he tries to kill you. I know you can, Jackie. I know you don't trust people easily, but I'm gonna sound really cheesy here and say that if your heart tells you to trust him, then trust him. If things don't work out, I want you to remember that I'm always be here for you. Okay?" "O...okay," Jackie's voice cracked and he felt tears running down his face. "Tha... thank you Cam." "No problem. G'night hun." "'Night." *** Roman heard everything Jackie said. Everything. The end was what disturbed him. Jackie was still struggling to trust him. There was silence in the bathroom, but Roman listened closer and he heard small sobbing sounds. Jackie was crying. Without fully realizing it himself, Roman burst into the bathroom and wrapped Jackie in a warm embrace. Jackie was sobbing against his shoulder, as he had done earlier in the evening, his hot tears making contact with his bare chest. He kissed the top of Jackie's head. "Oh, Jackie," he whispered. "I would never betray you like that. I swear. You can trust me." Jackie kept his face buried in Roman's chest. He didn't speak; he didn't need to. Roman kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Please trust me, Jackie. I love you." Jackie looked up at him in surprise. He kissed Roman gently, setting Roman's senses on fire. "Roman," Jackie whispered his name in his customary seductive fashion. "I trust you. I'll never doubt you again. I love you too." Roman picked him up without warning. He set his crutches by the nightstand and carefully laid Jackie down on the bed. He climbed in after him, and they cuddled up together. Jackie was the first to fall asleep. Roman looked at the delicate, yet not-so-delicate creature in his arms. He was beautiful, Roman thought. Even though they'd only met that day, he felt a strong bond with him. And now he knew that Jackie felt the same way. ----- IT'S NOT OVER BELIEVE IT OR NOT. Don't let that last part fool ya. I'm not done yet. P.S.: That was actually the first sex scene I've ever written. Sorry if it didn't live up to your expectations. The Target Ch. 04 Started another series. It's confusing as hell but then it starts to make sense... I think... So do me a fav and go check it out. It's called "Sinful". If I get a thumbs up I'll go ahead and continue. If not... Anyway, thanks for the feedback on The Target! I squeal like a little schoolgirl every time I get a comment. So keep it coming! Chapter4! ----- Jackie woke up the next morning alone. He sat up and looked around frantically for Roman. He walked into the room a few moments later, dressed in jeans and a tightly-fitting t-shirt. His dark brown hair was wet and a few spiky strands stood out. "Didn't think you'd mind if I took a shower," he greeted Jackie. Jackie laughed. "You should've asked me to join you." Roman smiled and replied, "I didn't want to wake you. You're so cute when you're asleep." He was rewarded with a blushing Jackie. Roman walked over and sat on the side of the bed. He leaned and kissed Jackie on the cheek. He tucked a stray strand of flaxen hair behind his ear and said, "Jackie, we need to talk." Jackie looked puzzled. Roman tried to explain. "It's about... my assignment." Jackie frowned. He didn't like remembering Roman's profession, although it was the same as his own: a hitman. His current assignment was to kill Jackie, and that wasn't happening. "What are you going to do?" Roman bit his lip. "I have an idea, but you're not going to like it." Jackie pulled his knees to his chest. "What is it?" Roman took a deep breath. He looked at Jackie intently. "You're going to have to disappear." Jackie looked nervous. "Disappear?" Roman nodded. "Think about it like this: you'll be laying low for a while. You can move in with me, if you want. But no going out in the daytime, and no accepting jobs. It's crucial that you stay out of the underworld for a while. I'm going to tell my client that you've been eliminated, and hopefully they'll stop looking for you. But if anyone sees you, we're both screwed." Roman took a deep breath. "Are you okay with this? You don't have to do it." Jackie nodded. "It's for the best. I can deal with laying low." Roman smiled and kissed him. Jackie wrapped his arms around his neck. They held each other in silence. Jackie contemplated the lifestyle Roman had suggested. He wouldn't be able to assassinate anyone, and hopefully, no one would be able to assassinate him either. He'd be safe. But then again, he'd lived a dangerous life for most of his twenty one years. It'd be hard to adjust, but it was a logical plan. Roman spoke. "So, how do you feel about moving in with me?" *** That night, Roman pulled up to a specific street corner in his black Audi. A stereotypical dark alley was his rendezvous point with his anonymous client. He stepped out of his car and whistled a tune as he walked casually into the alley. "You here yet?" he called into the darkness. He was greeted by a figure stepping forward. He recognized his client from the days before: trench coat, dark buzz-cut, cold and leery gaze, ski-slope nose. Roman presumed him to be a mob boss of some sort, although he couldn't have been much older than he was. "He's taken care of," Roman began. Mob Boss narrowed his eyes. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" Roman met his gaze evenly. "I knifed his ass when he was out last night. Wanna bet I didn't? See if you see him around any time soon." He laughed and pulled out a knife and motioned it across his throat. He put the knife away and raised an eyebrow. Mob Boss nodded in approval. "He was quite a nuisance. Well then, your reward. 10 k." He handed Roman a bulging envelope. "I look forward to using your services in the future." Roman held himself back from punching Mob Boss in the face. Instead, he nodded and turned away. As he drove away, Roman breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Jackie was safe, as long as he stayed hidden. *** One week later, Roman parked near the door to Jackie's apartment building and waited. A few minutes later, Jackie and his friend Cameo appeared. Jackie carried two suitcases and a guitar case was slung across his back. His cast was gone, Roman was glad to see, and he was wearing a suit as usual. Cameo carried a smaller case. Roman stepped out of the car and helped them put Jackie's things in the trunk of his Audi. Jackie and Cameo hugged. She turned to Roman. "Now you be careful with Jackie. He's delicate," she giggled. Jackie blushed furiously. "Goodbye, Cameo," he said, flustered. She laughed and climbed into her pickup and drove away. Roman opened the passenger door for Jackie, being chivalrous. Jackie smiled and hopped in and Roman took the wheel. They pulled away, both of them smiling crazily. "So," said Roman. "You ready to tell me how you broke your leg?" Jackie laughed. "It's that important to you?" Roman nodded, grinning. "It was a job a few weeks ago. It had to look like an accident. The hideout was an old warehouse. I was really stupid. I shot at a propane tank. The shit hit the fan. I had to jump from a third-story window. I was a lucky son of a bitch," he laughed again. "How'd you manage to get the tank to explode? What'd you use?" Jackie held his head in his hands and started laughing hysterically. "In... incendiary rounds." Roman got a kick out of that. The two laughed for a bit. Roman pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. "Alright. Let's get you moved in," he said, rubbing his hands in a let's-get-down-to-business kind of way. Jackie nodded, and they began moving his stuff up to Roman's third-floor apartment. *** The man stood on the rooftop of the building across from an apartment complex. He looked down and spotted his target. Jackie Ellis. Alive and kicking. And Roman Sinclaire. Also, unfortunately, alive. He would take care of that, though, if he became a problem. He turned and left the roof. He would make his move that night. *** Jackie set the last case down in the corner of the bedroom. He'd go through it all later. He heaved a sigh. Arms came around him and held him close to a familiar toned chest. "Looks like you're in my lair now," Roman laughed diabolically and nibbled on Jackie's ear. Jackie laughed. "Oh no!" he said sarcastically. "You better be afraid," Roman whispered. Jackie was immediately turned on by the horniness in his voice. Roman kissed and nipped Jackie's neck. He was rewarded with a shudder down Jackie's spine and a moan escaped his lips. Roman smiled devilishly and started stripping Jackie. In moments, he was shirtless. Roman couldn't get enough of Jackie's slim chest. He pinched his nipples, causing a gasp from Jackie. Roman loved the noises he made. His cock stood erect, begging to get inside Jackie. Jackie slid his pants and boxers off and ground his ass against Roman's erection. Roman couldn't take it any more. He shoved Jackie down onto the bed and took his own pants and boxers off. He whipped off his shirt and spread Jackie's legs. "Ready to get your brains fucked out?" Roman eyed Jackie lustfully. Jackie blushed and whispered, "Yes." His voice quivered in anticipation. Roman positioned himself, took a deep breath, and thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt. Jackie took in a sharp breath and rocked his hips, begging for more. Roman obliged, pumping in and out of Jackie's ass. The friction that Jackie's tight ass caused against Roman's cock was intense. Roman soon found himself close to his peak, although it hadn't been long. He pounded Jackie's prostate recklessly, delighting in every cry that Jackie gave. Roman reached out and started jacking him off. Jackie's cries intensified. They came together, Roman filling up Jackie's ass, Jackie spurting on Roman's upper body. As Jackie lay there panting, Roman moved up and down his body, leaving a trail of kisses. He sucked gently on one of his nipples, turning it stiff. He loved watching Jackie's body react. He curled up next to Jackie and held him close. Jackie licked a bit of the semen off of Roman's chest, which spiked Roman's arousal. He kissed Jackie, his tongue sweeping into his mouth and tasting himself. They made out for a few more minutes until they both decided to take a rest. They huddled against each other, Jackie resting his head on Roman's arm. He never knew moving in could be so fun. *** That evening, Roman grabbed the suitcase that contained his sniper rifle and headed for the door. Jackie was waiting for him. Roman planted a tender kiss on his lips and whispered, "Don't worry about me. It's a sniper job. Good snipers don't get caught." Jackie hugged him. "Well, I'll try not to worry too much. Just don't be stupid." Roman nodded, kissed him one more time and disappeared into the hallway. Jackie sighed and bit his lip worriedly. He knew it was stupid to worry, he'd been a hitman for five years. He knew Roman would be okay. But doubt stirred in his stomach. He tried to blow it off and sat down on the couch and surfed the channels. He wasn't paying attention, and despite the knot in his gut, he curled up on the couch and soon drifted off to sleep. *** 10:14. He knew exactly where he was going. He climbed the steps to the third floor of the building and walked silently down the hall to the last door. He picked the lock like it was child's play. A few seconds later, he was in. Jackie was on a couch, curled up and sound asleep. He walked over until he was standing directly over him. It had been so long since he'd stood this close to Jackie. Too long. He knew exactly how he would react when he awoke. He delighted in imagining the look of surprise and fear on his boyish face. He licked his lips. He couldn't wait until Jackie woke up. His former lover, Jackie. ----- Okay, so to make something clear real quick: You get to actually "see", for lack of a better word, the mystery man's face and appearance in the next chapter. And no, it's not Mob Boss, just in case there was some confusion there. :)