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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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Disclaimer: I don’t own the Boondocks glances at Ed and Gin chained in the corner ahem as I said I don’t own the Boondocks you would know if I did. As always this is dedicated to MysticalFairy. This is part four of six in my trilogy. Enjoy

Rated NC-17 for language, sexual content, blood and gore )

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Unknown Unknowns Part Four

Gin titled his head back pinching his nose trying to stem the blood flow. He groaned screwing his eyes shut, Wuncler’s heated words ringing in his ears. The old fucker was connected with ICA …which wasn’t a total surprise. Every mother fucker in Woodcrest that drove Lexus or wore an Armin suit had contacted the Agency for some reason or another. Except for maybe the Freemans, shit Robert was to damn cheap to pay for a hit.

The fairy tale facade of Woodcrest was a farce, it streets and sidewalks steeped with blood spilled by the agents of ICA, masked over by happy families and money. Fuck this was about to get bad, if Wuncler was talking with the Agency that meant an agent would be contacted soon…. Wait…shit.

He dug his cell phone out of his pocket uncaring that the surface became smeared with blood. His fingers automatically slide across the key pad calling his former account. He leaned against the steering wheel resting his forehead against the cool metal and pushed the speaker phone button.

“Good evening number Forty-six the Agency has missed you. If you are interested, a contract has just arrived from a client with a special, personal request. It seems this situation requires your delicate touch, if you refuse the hit will be sent to another one of our agents who will take action immediately. You have three days number Forty-six”

God no please no….

“Who is the target?”

His question was greeted with horrid silence, and Gin’s stomach twisted with terror.

“Answer me Dia! Who is the target?”

“Good evening number Forty-six the Agency has missed you….”

God Fuckin damn it, to the bloody bowels of hell. Gin pressed the phone to his ear his thumb dialing his employer’s private voice mail. He waited seething with rage, clutching the phone so tight he heard the plastic cover crack. After a moment, an automated message began to speak, increasing his agitation so much that when he spoke it was a low, savage hiss.

“I don know what type a shit you tryin ta pull…or how the fuck you found out dis number but I swear ta God that if this is a piss-fuckin-poor attempt ta set me up I will fin’ you bitch and burn that fuckin buildin ta ground wit you in it!”

He flicked the phone shut, viciously slamming it against the steering wheel of the car until delicate device gave a groaning crack and broke into two pieces. He flung them out the window and slumped forward, refusing to scream.

His anger boiling over, leaving him light headed and shaking. He drew in a rattling breath and rolled his gaze up to look at the sky finding brief solace in the stars, trying to think. Fuck fucking fuck. ICA… if they had found out his cell then that meant they also probably knew where he was living…which made him direct threat to Ed. He leaned back his face twisting in a grimace, with Wuncler putting out a contract for…for….

“Oh fuck…”

Gin turned the ignition, almost snapping the key in his haste; the Jag wretched in reverse the tires shrieking against the asphalt, mocking him, screaming at him for being a fuckin idiot.
Wuncler reclined against the doorframe of Ed's bedroom idly adjusting a gold insignia ring around his index finger, watching his grandson as he slept with a frightening, brutal, hunger. He ran his tongue over his teeth and took a deep breath. The carnal fragrance of sex assaulted his nose, meandering from Ed's opened door, twisting around his body, beckoning him forward.

His cunning eyes flicked around the room, noting the small details that someone else was living there…cologne that wasn’t Ed's shimmered on a bedside table, cloths were scattered along the carpet that were to elegant and well kept to be his grandsons. Two crystal shot glass stood on the mantle piece, one full the other was turned on its side its contents dripping to the hearth, the amber liquid glistening against the marble.

His eyes suddenly fell on a picture that was propped against a small lacquered chest that was etched with gold. A man with hair the color of seething embers and elixir green eyes glared back at him. The smile on his face mirroring the smirk of arrogance that always formed on Ed's lips when he was being particularly defiant; he had his fathers aggression there was no doubt of that. He would have to make sure that picture befell an unfortunate accident; the staff always had clumsy hands when cleaning delicate objects.

Wuncler moved farther into the bedroom his eyes sliding back to Ed’s still body, his gaze wandering down his naked back. What was this? He raised an eyebrow… Ed's perfect skin was blemished with bruises and dull bite marks.

My, my, his blond lover was possessive wasn’t he? He approached the bed, and knelt to the floor, his hands hovering over the younger mans marred skin. He lightly ran his finger from one mark to the next, his eyes glinting when he heard Ed softly moan.

“Hmm Gin sop it…tha…tickles….”

Wuncler couldn’t help the sinful leer that cut across his face, he continued his gentle caresses… everything Ed knew was going to stop soon….

His fingers swept up to Ed's neck, lingering on his grandson’s pulse. Trembling, he fought the urge gauge his fingers into that deliciously delicate skin. He briefly wondered what his blood would feel like, sliding hot and wet against his hands, dripping warm from between his fingers.

After a terrifying moment, the spell was broken, and he withdrew his hand casting his eyes to the window when he heard the slurred roar of Gin’s Jag. He quietly stood up, taking his time, and straightened his tie…more then little irritated that his private session that Ed had been cut short. No matter his time would come, for now his lover was just a minor inconvenience, and that was about to change.

He slipped back into the hallway shutting the door to Ed's bedroom, just as Gin slammed into the atrium, his eyes wild and rushed up the stairs. The blond halted when he caught sight of the older man his lips pulling back from his teeth in a crooked snarl.

Wuncler smirked at the enraged man, casting a glance over his shoulder to Ed's bedroom, then allowed his eyes to slowly travel back to Gin’s panting form. The blond took an aggressive step forward his hands curling into fists, rage blurring his vision as Wuncler’s grin trickled into a smile.

“I would seriously consider what you are about to do…you have not idea who you are fucking with.”

The voice that reached his ears was almost primal, a tone torn between a howl and a suppressed scream.

“An I suggest that you follow own mother fuckin advice,”

Wuncler chuckled, reaching into the breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a cigar. There was the shimmer of silver followed by a gentle snap, and Wuncler’s features were briefly illuminated by a spit of fire. He inhaled, smoke weaving its way around his face; he continued to grin, reminding Gin of the devil.

“Hhmm you have ferocity about you…I like that savage, ruthlessness…you could have been a valuable asset to me, what with your background and everything.”

The glow from Wuncler’s cigar caught Gin’s eyes, creating an unearthly glow there, a fire that seemed to swell and ebb with his breathing. Gin felt a memory heave against his skull and for a brief moment the world seemed the tilt. He was so captured that he almost didn’t realize that the older man had continued to speak.

“You are very prestigious with ICA aren’t you? Their crowning jewel and you came with a full recommendation, very impressive.”

Wuncler was regarding him with a wicked stare, his eyes dancing with silent laughter. He carelessly flicked the ash of his cigar onto the floor and approached Gin with measured steps. They were graceful almost elegant…Ed walked that way when he saw something he wanted something he knew he was going to get.

But when Ed approached him like that, it was a very alluring, sensual, stance and always made sweat trickle down Gin’s back and his groin clench. With Wuncler it was different it was a dominating walk, threatening and looming. He was drawing closer to him with every second, with that fucking smile on his lying lips, Gin’s fingers twitched longing to hold a weapon.

“Oh I know that you wouldn’t dare do anything to me, has the Agency missed you number Forty-six?”

He grinned around his cigar at the startled look that briefly flitted across Gin’s face. A barely noticeable quiver shook through his strong frame, making him clench his teeth so hard his jaw ached.

Wuncler was impressed it took balls to stand up to an accusation like that.

His voice took on a friendly tone one that was simmering with an unspoken threat.

“And isn’t it a…coincidence that I just happen to be personal friends with the man whose wife and child you ruthlessly murdered a few years ago, such a messy thing, did you really have to shoot them both in the back of the head?”

He took a long drag from his cigar allowing the smoke to leak from his nostrils and mouth.

“What about that prestigious wine maker from Italy found strangled to death in his own shower. Did you know he was father of the current leader of Italian mod in Chicago? I am sure that he would be delighted to know who killed his father.”

Gin leveled his eyes; he had run into this problem before, when his information had been leaked to the victims of his clients. It had been an extremely tedious and bloody procedure to ensure that his identity would fade back into secrecy, but he had come out of it virtually unscathed.

“…or the son of the multimillionaire that was found with a screwdriver protruding from the back of his skull and his throat cut?”

Wuncler laughed smoke twisting from his mouth,

“My, my, it’s such a small world isn’t it Forty-six?”

Wuncler so close now that Gin could smell whiffs of his expensive cologne, his stomach began to churn with nausea, and pain lashed a searing path down his neck and spine.

“Go fuck your self old man, you ser’sly think I haven’t dealt wit dis problem before? Sure s’a tryin affair ta clean up other dumb fuck’s messes who thought they was goin ta black mail me. But I can assure you that all of them ended up dead an if you even think about sendin in a contract f’me you will regret it.”

Wuncler seemed unimpressed by this and nonchalantly took a drag of his cigar, blowing the acrid smoke in the other man’s face. The blond fought the urge to faint as the smell washed over him, wrapping its burning fingers around his throat suffocating him. It felt like the fiery breath of the devil lapping against his neck.

“I didn’t think that any of that would convince you...your life isn’t…precious to you. But let me assure you I have other means of leverage…If your life doesn’t mean anything to you then maybe your lovers will….”

It was always a rush for Wuncler to destroy a strong man. To watch as he gleefully tore away the foundations to their lives, and their delicate worlds come shattering down around them. It was often a tumultuous affair, and the air would be thick with agony and spilled tears. But this…this was different then anything he had ever witnessed.

This…was silent.

Subtle even, but he could tell the damage had been done. It was elegantly quiet, which made the experience even more ambrosial.

He grinned, hissing his smoke tainted challenge up at Gin, so close that the fiery tip of his cigar was almost brushing against taller mans neck.

“And there would be no way for you protect him….”

Gin closed his eyes, the azure fire that had burned so murderously raw in their depths extinguished by defeat. There sapphire color was replaced with a cold sorrow that darknened their hue; it was a beautifully twisted expression, almost sensual.

“Why…why did you request me ta carry out th’current hit on Ed?”

Wuncler shifted back from him in a swirl of smoke,

“Insurance that’s all, just to make sure that you don’t do anything that I don’t want you to do,”

Panic began to fester in Gin’s belly, realization stabbing him through the chest. Shit, this was worse then he first thought,

“What do you want wit me….?”
Gin slowly sat sank down on the edge of the bed resting his head in his hands. He felt sick and was trembling so hard that his breath rattled against his teeth. His shirt hung open the ends draped around his knees and sweat slipping from his forehead and ran down his nose. He flinched when he heard the smooth whisper of silk against skin and knew that Ed was awake.

“Gin…Gin wus wrong man?”

It tore at his heart to hear his lover’s worried tone. A bitter smile cut across his face and turned to face Ed. His lover was leaning back on his elbows looking at him concern glistening in his green eyes. Reaching out Gin gently ran his thumb down Ed’s cheek trying to sooth away his anxiety. He viciously fought down the tremor in his voice,

“Ain’t nuthin wrong wit me Eddie baby.”

His lover’s eyes narrowed in suspicion,

“Why you dressed?”

“Would you prefer it f’I wasn’t?”

An impish smile tugged at the corners of Ed mouth and he drew his knees up to his chest wrapping his arms around his legs.

“Don I ‘hlways?”

Gin bit his lower lip, and slid further up onto the bed. He clutched Ed's wrist in his own drawing the redhead forward until his was sprawled onto of him in a tangle of sheets and long limbs.

“You know how m’uch I love you Eddie baby?”

Ed nuzzled Gins throat then tilted his head back responding to Gin’s question with light, feathery kisses that danced across his lover’s throat. Gin moaned his breath mixing with Ed's as he leaned farther up for a kiss.

Gin embraced Ed with all the strength that was left in him. Seizing his lover with such intensity that when Ed drew back to breathe Gin held him fast, not ceasing until he was dizzy and trembling. When Gin finally broke the kiss, he was panting so hard that Ed almost didn’t hear his broken words.

“Mark me Ed,”

The heir gagged on his own breath, almost recoiling from his lover.

“W-what?”

Laughter rumbled from Gin’s chest clutching Ed's wrists dragging him forward for another kiss.

“I know ya heard me…,”

He arched his head back tilting his face to one side fully exposing his throat and closed his eyes. Ed shivered gasping when he felt gin’s hands brush up arms gripping him around his the shoulders.

“Please Eddie baby…pleas..aahh…f-fuck…yyeess,”

Ed had never branded Gin; the thought had never even crossed his mind. Gin always marked him, was always on top, and was the aggressor. His lover never missed a chance mark him, he sometimes even did it public, much to Ed's annoyance. But it was so fast that Ed never had time to react, to someone watching it would have looked like he had been leaning forward to whisper something in Ed's ear.

But now with Gin gasping and writhing beneath him, digging his fingers into his shoulders and sobbing his name. Ed could see why Gin always enjoyed marking him. The sounds that were spilling from Gin's mouth were so shameless that they made Ed's senses hazy with lust.

He slipped his hands from the sheets into Gin’s loose hair, twisting the silken strands though his fingers, forcing Gin’s head back even further. Biting down on the soft flesh between Gin’s shoulder and halting only when the stinging taste of blood tainted his mouth, he relaxed his jaws sucking on the mark, bruising the skin so that it would last.

Gin was whimpering his name, jerking and twisting beneath him, his loose shirt flung wide like broken wings at his sides. Ed was soon snared in the violent motion of Gin’s hips, bucking and arching against his lover in heated ecstasy. When release took them, it was merciless and consuming, gripping them both with the sinful fingers of bliss.

Ed’s back bowed and he tossed his back, convulsing against Gin’s hips brokenly panting his lover’s name. He slouched forward his chest heaving, swallowing when he felt gentle fingers slide through his sweaty hair. Realization cruelly staggered though his pleasure sated mind and a blush colored his cheeks and he hid his face against Gin’s chest.

“God damn Ed…tha’ felt so fuckin good,”

He felt his lover snort against his chest and shy green eyes meet his sated gaze. Gin smiled pressing his fingers to his blood smeared skin.

“Tha’s gonna be there awhile,”

He felt Ed flinch then tilt his head back softly licking and kissing the mark mumbling apologies.

“M’sorry Gin did mean ta ya bleed n’everythin…,”

Gin felt cold heat slither and twist in his lower belly as Ed's tongue laved against his skin.

“S’aight Ed…I have marked you worse n’dis aahh,”

Ed had moved from his throat to his collar bone his delicate caresses faded to kisses. He finally relaxed when his face was pressed against the juncture of Gin's neck and shoulder. He was soon lulled into to a doze by his lovers strong heart beat. Gins fingers skimmed across his back, clutching the redhead against his body. A soft sigh fell from Ed's mouth and his breathing slowly became light and even.

Gin shifted turning so that he was on his side and had a clear view of the door, absent mindedly running his fingers down Ed's spine. A sleepy laugh ghosted against Gin’s skin and Ed squirmed in his grasp.

“Hmph Gin I tol’ ya stop doin tha….”

Gin kissed the top of his lover head, not stopping the gentle motion of his hands.

“Stop doin what Eddie baby?”

“Hmmm ticklin me li’ that, I already tol ya that when ya were doin it earlier tanigh,”

Gin stilled his movements, icy terror clawing up his throat. He hadn’t been here that night…he had left at sunset…darkness had just crept into the house when he had staggered out the door…that meant that…Wuncler.

He swallowed down the nausea that threatened to take hold of him, his voice a choked whisper

“M’sorry Eddie baby musta forgot…,”

He buried his face against Ed, breathing deep, his body trembling,

“S’aight s’not tha bad….”

There will be no way for you to protect him…

Vengeance and shame ground against Gin’s skull those words were like poison making his heart thrash against his chest. He loosened one of his arms from around Ed's body again pressing his fingers to mark he had left there, Wuncler's words careening in his ears.

“I just want to make it clear that you belong to me now that’s all,”

“An how the fuck you gonna do that?”

A smirk floated though the darkness, terrible and cruel. Laced with sinful joy,

He grimaced when he heard the click of a lighter being flicked open,

“Un-button your shirt and lean forward...hold still I don't to make a mess.”

Something in the older man’s tone made a shiver creep up Gin’s spine…but he did as he was told.
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