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Unknown, Unknowns	By : DanceofDarkness Category: +1 through F > Boondocks, The Views: 2772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Boondocks, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors Note: This is my first time writing a Boondocks slash…so please be gentle. I will try my best to keep them in character but if they happen to slip you have my apologies. I will provide a brief excerpt just to see if you want to read it.

Excerpt: Ed shifted so that he was leaning against the elegant railing of the balcony a glass of burden easily balanced between his tapered fingers. Above him the heavens churned and roiling into a tempest, obsidian threaded with the seething mercury of lightening.

Pairing: Gin Rummy/ Edward III (I may have twisted Gin’s character just a bit yes I made him into a sort of a Hitman…forgive me I just saw the movie I know Gin cant plan for shit…but I was thinking maybe it were planned for him…well anyway there is no excuse as to why is a hit man other then I felt like making him one.)

Disclaimer: Trust me... you would know if I owned the Boondocks. As always this is for my delightful little sprite Mystical Fairy.

Rating and other Information NC-17 eventually, fluff, yes there is a plot, and it is a slightly dark fic, sorry that is just my style, there will other parts to this…

Part One

Ed shifted so that he was leaning against the elegant railing of the balcony, a glass of bourbon easily balanced between his tapered fingers. Above him the heavens churned roiling into a tempest, obsidian threaded with the seething mercury of lightening.

Storms always captured him, held his attention more then anything…almost anything. They were violent, ruthless, and uncontrollable, they made his blood boil and for the briefest of moments the haze of alcohol would leave him, and he would see with frightening clarity what he was.

It wasn’t like he was worried about him, that he missed him…that…he needed him…. Fuck, he didn’t need anyone, he was rich…bitch. He pressed the crystal glass to his lips savoring the fire that swelled in his mouth and trailed down to his belly settling there smoldering and hot.

But that vicious part of his mind, the part that just wouldn't shut the fuck up would hiss and coil in his skull reminding him that he wasn’t fooling anyone, most of all himself.

The heir to the Wuncler fortune grit his teeth, this was why he drank, it soothed that annoying voice, silenced it, so he wasn’t reminded that he needed….

There was the agonizing, tinkle of breaking crystal as the glass in his hand shattered. Blood dripped from between clenched fingers, crimson against pale skin as he was seized by a brutal, pleasurable memory.
“I don’t see why you gotta fuckin go Gin…. I though we was finished wit all that army bullshit…”

He was silenced by a soft kiss and words were gently spoken against his lips.

“S’much as I would love to stay…I have to Ed…those mother fuckers would be breathing down my damned neck. An not even your money would protect me….”

Another brief kiss and then he was gone, leaving Ed to stand there silently cursing him, cursing everything.

Whatever.

It wasn’t like he had been hurt or something, if Gin wanted to go and not be with him, an not tell him where he was going, well fuck him then!…He didn’t want to be around his idiot ass anyway…right?

Right.

But that last kiss had been so deep, so promising that it lingered, dragging Ed into a lustful haze, even when his consuming anger had faded…he could still feel Gin’s lips pressed against his in that one last kiss.

What the fuck…last kiss? Shit he was beginning to sound like he was in lo….No! Shut the hell up….

He screwed his green eyes shut biting his lower lip so viciously that a thin trail of blood trickled down his chin. Besides it wasn’t like Gin had forgotten him…over the past weeks letters had been sent to him everyday his lov…Gin had been absent.

There were sheets delicate paper filled with Gin’s scrawling handwriting stacked on the night stand. Hastily written sentences brimming with fiery passion and heated words of lov…heated words of…of…damn it!

The last letter had read that Gin would be coming home in a few days…but that had been a week ago…and after that the letters had ceased.

The first day…the real day Gin said he would be back Ed had watched expectantly as the plane had descended from a steel grey sky. And felt something akin to…relief… as the passengers, most of them dressed in Armani silk suits, some attired in symbols from other countries, filed into the terminal.

Gin was not among them, nor was he on the next flight, or the one after that, Ed waited for nine mother fuckin hours, maybe even longer, because at one point he dozed off wedged in one of the many seats facing the huge windows that gazed out into the empty sky

When he had finally managed to stagger home after consuming as much alcohol he would lay his hands on, he found that there was a message waiting for him.

Reassurance flooded through him hot and comforting, it was probably Gin, it had to be, telling him that he was going to be a day late…that everything was fine…that….

Instead it was Riley’s voice that echoed in Ed’s ears, his young friend had been wondering where the hell he had been for the past few days an if he could….

The sentence was brutally cut off as Ed savagely ripped the answering machine from the wall and flung it against the floor, feeling a deep sense satisfaction when device broken into pieces.

He stormed up stairs and almost tore the door from its hinges in a fit of rage. He felt a scream boiling in his throat but clenched his jaw tight preventing the wrathful howl from escaping mouth. He felt sick.

A shutter flickered though him, and he fell on his bed, pressing his face to the silken sheets. Gin’s scent still lingered there; it was a smell that drove him insane.

The heady fragrance of sandalwood, black rum, and rain, Ed twisted his fingers in the sheets and that first night dreamt that Gin was home with him, sharing his bed, kissing him, apologizing for making him wait, for leaving him, caressing him, making him groan in pleasure.

But he woke up alone…to silence and throbbing need.

He had returned to the airport everyday since then and always came home too drunk to stand, to fucked up to care, and would lurch to his bedroom.

Sometimes he would crawl to his bed and his dreams would be consumed by Gin.

Other times he would careen into a flaring rage and destroy anything he could wrap his fingers around. He had even ripped half of the letters that Gin had sent him to shreds before he realized what he had doing.

He waited…waited…every waking moment at that god damned air port. Except… for today, because he knew that today would be no different. Why wait and get drunk in the bar at the airport when he could get drunk here, in the silence, and escape the depression that would threaten to swallow him every time a plane landed and Gin wasn’t on it

He swallowed, almost over whelmed at the despair that was clawing at his throat. Gin would never leave him…not…forever. Not with out…. Damn it he was stupid, maybe Gin had tired of him…the letters, the “army” summoning him, what if it had all been a lie?

He whirled from the edge of the balcony and began pacing his temper rising. Snarling he slammed his fist into the harsh stones of the wall, relishing in the pain.
Gin ran his fingers though his hair, his face twisting in disgust. His cornrows had long come undone and now his blonde hair hung loose around his face. He knew he had made a mistake when he had agreed to the…position that the Agency had so graciously offered him…useless punk ass fuckers.

It wasn’t like they had needed him to do this damn job anyway; any other sharp shooter was just as skilled as he was…. He shifted lower in his seat; even in first class the cushions were uncomfortable as hell.

Fuck he hated flying, almost as much as being away from Ed. He winced knowing the Wuncler heir was going to be pissed as a mother fucker when he got back to Woodcrest.

Especially, since he had been forced to stop writing his red headed lover. This mostly due to certain… circumstances that went beyond his immediate control…unknown unknowns.

But it couldn’t be helped the last letter he sent had been traced to his hotel and he had almost been caught in a very compromising position. Namely fantasizing about what exactly he was going to do when he returned to Ed. Good thing he had the sense to lock the bathroom door.

He had been due to come back seven days ago, but had been called upon again, and had been strictly commanded not to contact anyone. He now seriously wondered if following that order hadn’t been one of his greater ideas.

He rubbed the bridge of his bruised nose and took a sip of his drink flinching at the watered down scotch, fuck he hated flying!
He wasn’t exactly surprised to find Ed not waiting for him at the airport terminal, he knew his lover well enough that probably after the first thirty minutes of waiting he got a ‘fuck it’ attitude and left.

Gin briefly smiled, picturing the redhead as he slouched away, murmuring curses, and pouting. The blond softly bit his lower lip, he wasn’t even sure if Ed was aware that he pouted sometimes. It was probably a habit he had developed when he was younger, when he wanted something he couldn’t get.

God how he missed that, missing kissing those lips, and hearing Ed ramble out stories that were too twisted to be true. Tales that Gin knew were lies because he had been there, but that’s what made him crazy for Ed, that’s what made him want….

He stilled those thoughts, not really wanting to spend a private moment in the bathroom of an airport. He began walking toward the entrance his bags would be delivered to Wuncler manor; all he had to do was pick up his payment and leave.

The usual sum of money had been transferred directly to his private account, however, the client that he been summoned serve had been so impressed with his abilities that he had thrown in something extra. A custom gun-metal Jaguar XF, Gin had almost fainted when he saw it.

The car was waiting form his when we walked outside, thanking the young valet he slid into the drivers seat. The scent of new leather filled his nostrils and steady purr of the engine made him long to press the gas petal to floor. He turned his blue gaze to the seething sky, hoping Ed wasn’t sharing the heavens wrathful temper.

It was raining torrents when the peaked roof of Wuncler Manor loomed into view. The excitement of finally being able to see Ed was so great that Gin had trouble punching in the code to open the electronic gate.

He was trembling by the time he slipped from his Jag, and almost tripped over his own feet in his haste to reach their bedroom door. Shit, when the fuck had he fallen so hard for the red head? A shutter ran though him when his fingers finally closed around the silver doorknob to their bedroom, and he quietly pushed the door open.
Ed didn’t even turn around; he was braced against the railing of the balcony shirtless and wearing a pair of pants that clung sinfully to his hips. He was leaning forward, allowing the rain that cascaded down from the roof to wash over his head and run down his well muscled back.

Lightening flared against the sky, bleeding into his red hair dying it a flaming scarlet. Pale skin, smooth and seemingly unscathed by scars was momentarily shrouded in its ethereal glow. Gin stepped forward, suddenly unsure, suddenly afraid.

“Ed?”

Ed tensed when he heard his name, spoken so softly that he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination playing wicked tricks on him. He closed his eyes, it didn’t matter, and he didn’t give a fuck at the moment anyway. He sighed and stayed still hoping who ever it was would just leave him the hell alone.

He frowned when he felt arms wrap around his waist and took a swift step backward only to be pressed against a solid body.

“Eddie baby…please don’t be mad at me.”

A soft kiss was pressed to the back of his neck. He instantly relaxed allowing his head to tip back, smiling when he felt long hair tickle his face. Wait…the fuck? He straightened and felt the grasp around his waist loosen, allowing him to turn around.

The sight that met his eyes was…blazing hell… Gin looked…fuck the man was damn sexy with his hair down.

Ed threaded his fingers through the temping strands, feeling his grip tighten as his eyes focused on the large bruise that marred his lovers face.

“The fuck happened, looks like someone beat the shit beat outta you or somethin,”

Gin gently smiled “Well, pistol whipped actually, lucky for me my glasses were in the way,”

He reached in his coat pocket and held up the broken pieces of his ruined shades, secretly enjoying the protective scowl that formed on Ed’s face.

“Yeah well, they’s jus’ lucky I wasn’t there, I mean, I woulda beat their bitch ass’s inta th….”

He was silenced by Gin who swallowed his heated words, kissing him with such a force that Ed forgot exactly what he been talking about. It was a fevered embrace, one that ended with both of them panting. Gin buried his face against Ed’s shoulder slowly grinding his hips forward.

“Missed you…want you Ed baby,”

Ed felt his breath hitch, and wound his arms around Gins shoulders arching forward when he felt light kisses flutter across his neck. Hot breath trickled past his ear,

“Thought about you every damned day Eddie,”

Ed groaned easily falling into Gin’s rhythm

“I aahh, w-waited…fuck…waited f’you almos’ every day….”

Gin abruptly stopped his movements his hands shifting to Ed’s hips, gripping them tightly.

"F’reals…you aint just fuckin wit me or somethin?”

Ed snorted,

“Nah, I aint fuckin wit you…why would I be teasin you bout somethin like that….I….”

Ed trailed off, the words left unspoken and heavy between them. The red head felt a blush creep across his high cheek bones and lowered his gaze to the floor avoiding Gin’s piercing sapphire gaze. Damn it…why couldn’t he keep his dumb ass mouth shut?

“W-what I meant was…is…I-I…son of a bitch.”

He felt Gin tighten his hold around his waist and the other man lean forward and bite him on the shoulder.

“Ed…it’s a’ight you don’t have to explain…I know what you mean…though you do look sexy…all flushed like that.”

Ed swallowed and let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding, willing him self not to blush even more; a shiver dancing down his spine when Gin laughed against the tender skin of his neck.

He moaned when he felt the other man lick at the fading mark he had placed there before he left. Gasping when the hands around his waist moved to grip his wrists, Gin let out a soft grunt and broke away from remarking his lover. He stared at Ed’s blood stained palms with a raised eyebrow.

“What the fuck happened?”

Ed graced him with a shy shrug, and muttered something about ‘pussy ass burden glasses, and stupid fuckin walls’. Gin placed fleeting kisses across the paler mans slender hands.

“I hate it when you do this…why you gotta hurt yo self like this man?”

“I wuz jus…I mean…I-I thought that…you…you…when you stopped sendin me those letters an….

He broke off and drew in shallow breath his eyes unsure, before continuing in a heated rush.

“An then you didn’t show up an I waited f’you…every fuckin day until I couldn’t neemore…until I would go home so drunk an fucked up I didn’t even know who the hell I was…I thought you didn’t want me anymore..an left an shit…I was so pissed at you an….”

Gin released one of Ed’s hands and trailed his fingers over his lovers face.

“Eddie baby…why would you ever think sumthin like that, believe it or not, idiot, I love being around you I’m crazy for you Red.”

Ed blinked at the endearment, a nickname that Gin hardly ever used. He had only been called that once before and it had been after the first time they had slept together.

An… wait…did Rummy…Gin…did he just…just say that he…he…loved him. An how the fuck could Gin have the decency to not look scared after he said something like that? Ed knew he would be terrified as hell if he told anyone that…cause you know…what if they didn’t love you back?

Gin kissed him dragging his tongue across Ed’s lower lip.

"C’om on I need to fix yo hands up.”

He began tugging Ed to the doorway firmly wrapping one arm around his lover’s waist.

“Gin s’aight…you aint gotta do that.”

“Ah, but I wanna do it,”

The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed, and Ed swallowed back a groan giving Gin’s hand a light squeeze. Gin chuckled pulling Ed into the lavish European style bathroom.

It was probably one of the more elegant rooms Gin had ever set foot in and he had, had the pleasure of being in some of finest hotels from London to Vienna. Who knew Ed had a taste for something other then liquor?

Dusky light glinted from black marble floors and walls that were etched in gold leaf. A lavish mirror stretched across one wall and was set in a scrolled Victorian frame. Countless glass bottles lined the counter brimming with expensive colognes most of them unopened. A few had Ed’s name carved across the surface, and were chipped and threaded with thin cracks. Victims of his lovers vicious temper.

Rubbing alcohol and bandages were constant companions to both of them and Gin always kept them within easy reach on the back of the toilet. When they were wounded, it was because one of their half assed plans back lashed, but sometimes Gin would return home to find Ed cradling a bloodied hand or staring at gashed fingers.

The blond never questioned these incidents, and would silently bandage his lover’s hands. It bothered him…sometimes…it was hard to tell what was running through Ed’s mind….

Gin sighed and gently pushed Ed into a sitting position on the edge of the bathtub. Fuck he hated it when Ed hurt him self…it bothered him.

The alcohol filled cotton ball easily slipped across the small cuts along his palm washing away the dried blood thankfully there was no shards of glass embedded in his palm. The torn flesh along his knuckles was not as bad as Gin had first thought, and was more bruised then anything.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against the clean bandages in a sweet kiss. Before sliding to knees so that he knelt between Ed’s thighs, he pressed his forehead against his lovers belly and wound his arms around his waist in a loose hug. He smiled when he felt long fingers tangle in his hair, tugging his head up so that he was staring into dark green eyes.

“I gotta say I love your hair like this man…’s sexy,”

Gin softly laughed and tilted his head to one side nipping the portion of Ed's wrist that wasn’t covered in gauze. He slowly stood, his arms moving from Ed's waist to his shoulders, pulling him up so the he was flush against Gin’s chest.

He graced the heir with a grinning leer and took a swift forward so that Ed was pinned against the wall. He licked a fiery trail to his ear, his soft whisper mingling with a moaning gasp.

“Hhmm you wanna know what’s really sexy Ed?”

“W-what?”

“The sounds you make when I do this….”

He thrust his hips forward, hard, his fingers tracing down Ed’s sides to settle teasingly on his thighs. Ed gave a broken pant and tried to grind his hips forward but couldn’t. Gin… teasing ah bastard…had him pushed to firmly against the damned wall.

A frustrated snarl fell from his parted lips and he slipped his hands beneath the hem of Gins shirt raking his nails across the other mans toned back in protest. His lover hissed leaning forward to growl in his ear.

“Keep doin that an I…uuhh damn… might have to tie you up….”

Ed groaned, writhing, heat coiling at the base of his spine as Gin’s words trailed thickly past his ear.

“C’m on Gin why you gotta be torturin me all the time?”

The sentence was hissed through clenched teeth and ended in a whimper.

“Fuck s’been two weeks...

“Hhmm you been keepin track?”

Ed let his head fall back against the wall exposing his neck, why was it suddenly so fuckin hot in this damned room? Gin grinned, spreading kisses from Ed's collar bone to his jaw. It was so simple to make Ed blush…you just had to know how to play the game.

He nibbled at the expanse of Ed's shoulder moving backward giving himself enough room to slide his hands around to clutch at his lovers lower back. Ed arched forward, softly cursing, finally able to move against Gin.

Gin let his hands drift to the silver button of Ed's pants and somehow managed to unclasp them. The blonde hooked his fingers around the edge of the offending garment and slowly knelt to the floor dragging the pants with him.

He glanced up at Ed gracing his with a lecherous smirk before flicking out his tongue and giving his inner thigh a brief lick. He rose to his feet reclaiming Ed's mouth in gentle kiss. And let out a sigh, running his hands down, briefly groping Ed's ass before curling his fingers behind pale thighs and pulling forward, wrapping his lover’s legs tightly around his waist. So that Ed was pushed hot and naked against Gin’s fully clothed body, truly there was no fucking justice left in world.

Ed tightened his grip around Gin’s shoulders, nuzzling his lover’s neck. The silk of Gin’s suit did feel nice against his bare skin, and the heat pressed against his inner thigh was sexier then seeing Gin with his hair down…well almost as sexy.

Ed closed his eyes when he felt Gin begin to move backward, walking them from the bathroom to the bedroom.

They fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and broken moans. A heated kiss was placed against Ed chest then curved upwards so that Gins lips were resting against the base of Ed's neck.

He bit down on the soft flesh almost hard enough to draw blood, and then began to suck. He heard Ed give a strangled sob and fingers rough with gauze grip at his hair.

“Ah fuck yesss….”

Ed tilted his head back further, gasping, Gin’s name falling unheeded from his mouth. This was Gin’s favorite place to mark Ed, his skin bruised beautifully there and stayed that way for a long time; and since Ed didn’t wear anything that fully covered his neck the mark was always visible.

Just as Ed thought his lover was going to draw blood Gin relaxed his jaws, his lips brushing against the blossoming mark in a chaste kiss.

Ed was thrashing against him now, clawing at his back on the verge of begging. His eyes never leaving his moaning lover Gin sat back on Ed's thighs, stilling his movements and began to strip.

He took this opportunity to really look at Ed. In the dim light his lover looked like sex personified. Gin let his eyes trail over Ed's lithe body, pale skin stretched temptingly over straining muscles, his lips were slightly parted and bruised, and his eyes usually the color of ivy had darkened to a flaring emerald shade, dancing with the shameless fire of lust.

He bowed forward bracing his hands on either side of Ed’s shoulders and pressed a soft kiss against his temple. He settled against Ed’s squirming body, enjoying the feel of hard muscle slipping against his skin.

The heat always claimed Gin’s breath when he took Ed. It was intense and maddening, almost sending his over the edge. But he stayed perfectly still trembling, trying to allow his lover to adjust. Ed’s chest rose and fell against his own, his breathing ragged, panting against Gin’s ear.

“God damn it Gin, move…now!”

Gin gasped as Ed bucked his hips against his own, causing a shutter to spin down his spine. The blond ground his teeth his hands finding Ed's wrists gripping them hard enough to bruise. Two weeks….two mother fucking weeks…it had felt like an eternity in hell. Now all those days of frustration, of consuming lust were being unleashed.

The sounds spilling from Ed's mouth were driving him insane, provoking him to thrust harder. He captured Ed's lips in a fiery kiss his fingers slipping from his wrists to hands, entwining their fingers together.

Ed came with an animalistic howl, his body arching forward his nails digging into the back of Gin’s hand drawing blood. Gin groaned rolling his hips one last time his hands sliding down to grip Ed's shoulders, to clutch the heir tightly against his body.

He slumped forward no longer able to hold him self up, his heart thrashing against his ribs. He turned his head to one side when he felt Ed's fingers run through his sweat soaked hair. He heard a splintered chuckle slip from his lovers swollen lips.

“Fuck…Gin,”

The blond smiled and closed his eyes shifting his weight off of the redhead, rolling on his side taking Ed with him.

“M’sorry it took me so long,”

Ed’s reply was slurred and heavy with sleep.

“S’aight you came back…s’all that matters.”

Later, when Ed was asleep and gripped firmly against Gin’s chest, the blond remained awake, listening to the storm outside occasionally pressing soft kisses against top of Ed's head. The heirs sleep laden words driving away sleep.

He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with the arrogant bastard. But he knew he would always try to come back to Ed, would always be with him. He closed his eyes hugging the redhead tighter to his body; he would never leave this again. Fuck the government and fuck the agency, as far as he was concerned he just resigned his position.

Ending Note: ., please be nice, this is my first fic dealing with the Boondocks, if they feel out of character I am sorry. I am thinking about posting the other five parts of this, but it depends on how well this story is received. Please review.
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