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Unknown, Unknowns	By : DanceofDarkness Category: +1 through F > Boondocks, The Views: 2772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ah here it is part three, this chapter is rated NC-17 for sex, language, blood/gore. This is also a drug induced write, so I hope that it isn’t to insane. As always dedicated to MysticalFairy

Brief Disclaimer: I don’t own the Boondocks, nor do I claim Hitmanif I did…you would know it because I wouldn’t be writing smut…I would be animating it.

Unknown, Unknowns Part 3

Ed grunted as he was practically slammed against the door of Gin’s Jag. Smiling when he felt his lover urgently press against his hips; the blond growled out a guttural curse, panting against Ed's ear.

“Fuck…ya know you drive me insane r’igh?”

Ed laughed winding his arms around Gin’s shoulders, grazing his neck with his teeth and seductive kisses.

“I wus hopin you would put on a show f’those snotty mutha fuckers.”

Gin swallowed, sputtering on his own breath, the thought alone…was very tempting. Claiming Ed right under that old bastard’s nose in front of all his precious investors…a trail of fire blazed down Gin’s spine and he groaned.

“Damn it Ed, don’t say shit like that….”

He felt his lovers lips curl in a sinful smirk,

“An why not?”

He ground his hips forward his movements deliberate and lingering,

“B’sides seems ta me like you up f’tha chall’nge,”

Gin clenched his teeth severing the moan that swirled from his throat. He had to stop this, his resolve was already frail and Ed's husky voice and delicate moans were threatening to break him. And oh…oh fuck…..

His fingers danced down his lover’s sides curling around Ed's hips, stilling the redheads enticing thrusts. He tilted his head forward resting his forehead against Ed's, his ragged breath trickling across his lovers parted lips.

He stared into tempest green eyes, seething with mischievous lightening, and flickering with lust. Ed writhed against Gin’s restraining grip, leering up at his gasping lover tipping his head back, dragging his tongue across Gin’s lower lip.

“Ah…God d-damn it…Ed,”

Gin growled tightening his hold as a shutter of searing lust smashing though his self restraint leaving his mind reeling. He rocked his hips forward hearing the door of his Jag groan in weak protest.

Somewhere back in the manor the soft chords of a sonata waltz began to play, its pure melody mingling with the sinful gasps that spilled from Ed’s mouth. Gin devoured these sounds, sipping from Ed's lips like wine.

Keeping one hand firmly clasped to his lover’s waist Gin let his fingers drift over the buttons of Ed's shirt. Ed shivered and arched off the car breaking his fevered kiss with Gin; whimpering when he felt nimble fingers ignite a trail of heat that twisted from his chest to his lower belly.

Gin let his fingers trace along the edge of Ed's pants, teasing with delicate strokes and caresses. Ed's head fell backwards, a long moan seeping from his gasping lips. Gins hands slithered past the sleek material of Ed's pants, grinning when his lover convulsed forward almost howling in pleasure.

Gin had been enchanted by many beautiful events in his life, a scarlet sun rise thread over Mount Fuji like garnet quick silver, or the moonlight setting silver fire to the waters of Vienna. All of this paled and shattered in comparison to how Ed looked when taken by pleasure.

His eyes were tightly closed in agonized bliss and he was desperately clawing at the door of Gin’s Jag. The blond was captured by all of this, the slightest movement, the smallest gasp, were all devoured by Gin’s ravenous gaze.

He gave his lover a taunting squeeze before releasing him, his hand slipping up Ed's chest to his neck. He stepped even closer to Ed, fully pinning him against the car his hips swaying back and forth. Fuck, we wanted Ed, wanted to fuck him silly against the door of his Jag. He tilted his head to one side breath liquid fire against Ed's ear,

“Hmmm, do ya know how sexy look righ’ now Eddie baby? Flushed… an moanin my name. Say it agin’….”

Ed whimpered clutching at Gin’s waist almost sobbing when he felt his lover’s knee slide between his thighs. Almost chocking on Gin’s name as is fell heavy with lust from his mouth. He felt Gin’s mouth crescent in a smile before he shifted back, rubbing against his lover’s heat.

Ed ground his hips forward, falling into languid motion and delicious friction that Gin was creating with his knee.

It didn’t take long after a moment Ed arched forward his fingers digging painfully into the flesh of Gin’s sides; before slumping backwards against the Jag panting.

Sweat dripped from his face and his cheeks were graced with a light flush. Gin wrapped his arms around Ed’s shoulders in a tight hug placing affectionate kisses along Ed's neck. He chuckled his voice husky,

“I cant beliv’ you came from something like that….”

He smiled wider almost feeling heat from Ed's blush,

“I think tha’ has ta be the sexiest thing I have ever seen…or felt.”

Ed gave a breathless laugh jabbing Gin in the side with his finger.

“Why you always gotta be teasin me all th’ time Gi….”

He was abruptly silenced by a soft kiss, that ended with him staring into azure eyes brimming with raw emotion

“Cuz I love you Red….”

Gin gently kissed him again and began re-buttoning his shirt his lips tilted in a half smile.

“You gonna have ta take that suit ta be dry cleaned though…don’t want it ta be stained an have the silk ruined.”

He turned and unlocked the door to the Jag glancing over his shoulder, concern leaking across his features at the glazed look in Ed's eyes.

“You a’ight Eddie baby?”

“Y-yeah m’fine Gin…fine,”
“Cus I love you Red…”

It never failed…no matter how many times those accursed, divine words fell from Gin’s lips, they always sent Ed reeling.

“Cus I love you….”

When Gin had first said that to him…it had almost been like he had struck Ed across the face, the red-head was sure that his heart had stopped. But his mind, spun away from him, and had clutched at his throat so tightly that he had almost gagged on his own breath.

“I love you,”

It tumbled so easily from Gin’s mouth, smooth and seductive…damn it how could Gin make it seem so…so fuckin simple!

In the beginning, Ed had thought that it had been mistake. Something that had accidently slipped when Gin was caught in the throes of passionate ecstasy.

Afterwards Ed had waited, comfortably pressed against Gin’s chest, after the violent fire that had consumed them both had faded to smoldering embers. For Gin to take back his declaration, to say that it had been a mistake, an accident, he had been captured by the moment, that he really didn’t..mean….

Nothing was said and Gin just quietly held him, possessively tight against his body, almost as if he had been afraid that Ed was going to leave him. They had both lain in silence, their hearts lashing up in their throats, waiting for the other to make the first move. It was torture…

Then Gin began to run his fingers through Ed's hair, down spine then back up to his neck. It created a feeling of intense intimacy, even more so then when Gin had claimed him. That night Ed had slept better then he had in years, even better then before his parents….

After that evening, Gin said that he loved him all the time, sometimes in subtle ways whispered against his ear,

“I’m crazy ‘bout you Eddie baby,”

Other times it was outright, and bold like tonight,

“Cus I love you…I love you…love you…”

Ed would have preferred it Gin was lying to him, knew that he wasn’t serious. But the honest tone that rang in Gin’s voice and the way he always would look Ed in the eyes after he…it left no room for any doubt.

And the amazing thing was Gin never expected Ed to return those words; it never came up in conversation not even when they fought. That’s what stunned Ed; Gin loved him with out being certain the heir felt the same about him. Ed had grown up in the harsh world of selfishness driven by sinful greed. The first lesson he learned from his grandfather was that nothing came without a price.

But Gin had even proven that false, requesting nothing from Ed in return for his love. That was something that the red-head was no accustomed too. Every person he met only wanted to be with him because he had power and money.

Gin was different…Gin craved him; Ed could see it in his lovers eyes each time they spoke, or laughed or made love…. It was a hunger that Ed found alluring if not arousing, that gaze would burn through him faster then any liquor he had ever tasted.

Gin was something pure in Ed's eyes; innocence untainted by the wicked world of bloodstained money, and corrupted power.

Ed sighed, threading his fingers though his hair resting his forehead against the doorframe. His eyes trailed over Gin's slumbering form, truly admiring the blond in the naked moonlight.

He was lying on his side the sheet flung back so that the silk was shamelessly draped across his narrow hips. His unbound hair spilled across his shoulders and the silver of his dog tags glinted in the starlight. Unlike him self Gin’s darker skin was marred with scars that twisted from his shoulders to his lower back.

The marks resembled whip lashes, Ed had seen wounds like before on clients of his grandfather’s who had failed to make full payments or had displeased him in some way. Ed had inquired about them once after Gin had been summoned away.

Ed thought that Gin was going to strike him across the face. But instead the blond had lashed out and caught Ed by his shoulders slamming him against harsh marble of the wall. His voice was deathly quiet and he had told Ed to ‘mind his own fuckin business.”

It had only lasted a brief moment and before Ed even had time to react his found him self enveloped in a fierce embrace, apologies softly spoken against his ear, and being kissed so violently that when Gin pulled away his lips were bloody. The next day dark bruises had formed on Ed's pale skin, and the remorse that flared in Gin's eyes when he saw what he had done spoke more then his whispered apologies.

After that Gin always treated him gently, his caresses soft and light almost like he was afraid that Ed was going to shatter. It had been a strange incident and Ed had never asked about the scars again.

He turned away from his lover looking about into the darkness of the night. He didn’t know why he couldn’t fucking sleep, after his sexy interlude pressed against Gin's Jag, and another long session in their bedroom he should be exhausted. But Gin's words of love lingered, as did his grandfathers hateful threat.

Ed groaned feeling the urge to claw his eyes out, and drug his fingers down his face.

“Eddie baby…,”

Gentle hands captured his wrists drawing them down so they rested at his sides, and light kisses fell against his shoulders. It was terrifying how silent Gin could be at times, it made Ed wonder if his lover had been an assassin at one point in his life.

Ed leaned his full weight backwards so that his back was resting against Gin's chest. He tipped his head back; his lips parted silently requesting another kiss. It was sloppy, messy with sleep; Ed smiled into Gin's kiss softly nipping at his lips when he pulled away.

“Hhhmmm c’m bac’ ta bed Eddie baby?”

Gin murmured against his neck his arms finding their way around Ed's waist.

“Yea’ Gin…I wuz jus’…ahh…b-‘bout ta..hhmm,”

Gins hands had meandered past Ed's navel and were lazily traveling up and down Ed's inner thighs.

“Ahh G-Gin…..”

“Hhhmmm?”

Gin was leaning further into him, his fingers languidly moving up, Ed's breath stalled in his throat and he clenched his teeth. Fuck…this was…almost too much…five times already in the past four hours and still Gin wanted more.

Gin abruptly stopped his gentle caresses, clutching at Ed's hips pulling the red-head backwards to the bed. It almost felt like a sensuous dance, being pressed against Gin's body while he moved with the lucky grace of the half conscious.

Gin lowered him self to the edge of the bed, drawing Ed down with him until he was sitting half astride Gin's lap.

“Wus wrong Eddie baby…can’t sleep….”

The sentence ended with a long kiss, one that tore Ed's thoughts from his brain and left him barely able to speak. Damn those kisses were so addicting. He shifted so that he was fully straddling Gin's thighs and forced the other man onto his back.

Gin didn’t fight Ed's dominance, in fact he relished it when Ed was aggressive, it was sort of a secret kink of his, something to comfort him on cold night when he only had himself for company.

He drew in a deep sigh when he felt Ed settle against him, and stretch out against his body. He wriggled and squirmed slipping down Gin's body until his head was resting on the blonde’s chest.

Gin bent his head forward and kissed the top Ed's head, his fingers splayed against the back of his lover’s neck.

“You sho’ you a’ight Red…?”

Ed remained silent his eyes glazed and staring at the wall.

“Eddie bab….,”

He was suddenly silenced by a violent kiss; it was so ferocious that when Gin was forced to pull away for air he felt blood trickle down his chin. And found his self staring into venom green eyes alight with the fire lust.

“Do you love me Gin f’reals, ya aint jus’ fuckin wit me?”

Gin felt his brow furrow in confusion,

“A course I do Eddie baby…do anythin’ f’you.”

“Then prove it ta me,”

Ed rocked his hips forward bracing his hands on either side of Gin's head, watching, enthralled, as the blonde’s head arched back his mouth open in gasp.

“Course Ed…I’ll do anythin’ ya want Eddie baby…aaahhh anything..y-you waahhnt,”

Ed continued his lazy movements, luring out more moans and gasps from his lover. He dipped his head down hissing in Gin's ear.

“Hhmm don I always get what I want from you….”

Gin went rigid beneath him, and he felt strong fingers grip his hips.

“Ed…,”

Gin bucked forward easily rolling them over so that he was lying on top of the redhead.

“You a spoiled bastard ya know that?”

Ed laughed pushing him self up on his forearms to kiss Gin.

“Would ya pref’r it if I begged you….”

He said this with an evil little smirk then slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip. He felt Gin tremble and low growl seep from between his clenched teeth.

“Som’ times I think you the devil Eddie baby….”

Instead of replying Ed laid his head back, exposing his throat and quietly moaned. Good fuckin God, Gin felt his body jerk forward and his fingers twist in the sheets. Fuck how could Ed be so sinful, so shameless, and so damn perfect.

He fingers untangled themselves from the sheet and laced with Ed's holding the unresisting heir in place.

Gin went tortuously slow, shifting and caressing driving his lover insane.

The night wore on and was laced with soft laugher and low moans until both of them found completion with the rising sun. Ed lay panting underneath Gin covered in a thin sheen of sweat his lover still inside him.

“Damn Gin…,”

He felt laughter rumble from his lover’s chest and gentle lapping kisses pressed along the length of his neck.

“You should be able ta sleep now Eddie baby….”

Gin gave a weak thrust, and an exhausted moan spilled from Ed lips,

“Though I don’t know if I can, an I have ta say…I love the sound of’ ya voice when ya beg….”
Gin woke just as the last threads of the sun were fading from the room. The annoying muffled buzz of his cell phone jerking him from his sleep. He lay there completely motionless almost afraid that that someone was about to put a bullet though his heart.

Fucking hell….

The noise continued blurring away all noise until all Gin could hear was that incessant whirring sound. Finally after a few moments it faded, leaving Gin breathless and in a cold sweat.

He turned on his side hearing Ed's feeble protest and placed a kiss on the back of his neck. He laid there the rise and fall of Ed's breathing and comforting noises he made in his sleep, easing away his panic.

He quietly rose from the bed and began to dress. It took him a moment to locate his pants, somehow they had been flung across the room and were draped across the television.

After checking that he had his keys and wallet he gently kissed Ed's forehead and left the room. He stood in the gloom of the hallway and idly flicked open his cell phone punching in the activation code. The normal background bled away and a different screen immerged, the letters ICA stood out in luminous silver contrast against a backdrop of green iridescent zero’s and one’s.

Urgent Message scrolled across the bottom, taunting him. He stared at the screen then snapped his cell closed and began striding down the hallway. If this was a trick to lure him…he paused when he heard the faint tones of Wuncler I; and gracefully began to move among the shadows, instinctively blending with the darkness.

“…its fuckin shame…didn’t…in Iraq…he…supposed….”

Gin halted at the foot of the staircase, scanning the darkened entryway below, his gaze settling on a thin slice of light that stabbed through the gloom. His eyes narrowed and he slunk down the stairs his movements graceful and fluid.

Ahead of him the moonlight played along the marble floor, disrupted by the sliver of gold that leaked from Wuncler’s cracked door. Gin knelt beside the door frame his ears straining trying to discern if the old bastard had any company.

“Well if you had done your mother fucking job properly I wouldn’t have this God damned problem!”

The senior Wuncler’s voice was calm but carried an under current of rage.

“The fucking amount of money that I personally paid you was more then enough to ensure that you were going to fucking get it done. But instead of having a coffin shipped to the fucking funeral home, I find him alive and breathing on my God forsaken door step.”

Gin edged forward even more, his finger tips almost touching the flaxen light that streamed from Wuncler’s office.

“I had though that I had made a wise investment when I chose you…but it seems that the old Agency is the best…all I had to do was order the damn the hit and three fucking days before the coroner shows up in my office I am personally mailed photographs to confirm that they were fucking DEAD!”

There was the sound a phone being savagely slammed down on the receiver and a chair scrapping across the floor. Gin hastily scrabbled back from the door slipping back into the shadows his heart pounding his throat.

There was a soft click and the entryway was plunged into darkness. Gin blinked his eyes adjusting to the sudden gloom and watched as Wuncler stepped from his office the fiery tip of his cigar smoldering like a dull gem in the dark.

Muttering to him self he turned to go up the stairs almost brushing against Gin leaving behind a smell of lush cologne and wisps of cigar smoke,

“Should have used ICA like the first time…,”

Gin almost choked when he heard the name, then clenched his teeth as blinding pain suddenly lashed against his skull, mixing with the sickening scent that trailed after Wuncler the I. He lurched away from the wall, the room spinning out of focus and was sure that he was going to be sick in the atrium.

He fell to his knees pressing his forehead against the cold marble floor, agony gauging at the backs of his eyes, and raking down his throat and spine. Bile burned on his tongue and he retched. He groaned feeling warm blood trickle from his nose and splatter against the floor.

He remained there panting, slumped forward and bleeding against the floor. Slowly the pain receded to nothing but a dull throb and he was able to stand. He staggered to the front door his fingers fumbling with the dead bolt and lock and slipped outside.

As the door shut there was the soft snap of a lighter being opened and fire blossomed in the darkness igniting the tip of a new cigar. Wuncler stared at the drops of the blood that glistened on the floor and nimbly flicked his hand forward extinguishing the fire.

He took a long drag from his cigar hissing the smoke through his teeth and soft laugh trickled past his lips; he was going to enjoy killing this one.

TBC

Notes

ICA means International Contracts Agency
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