Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

FoxWriter · Nov 7, 2012

It was a cool, wet morning. The thick clouds rolled overhead, streaked with lightning and thunder as the poured torrents of rain down on anyone stupid enough, or unfortunate enough to be caught out in the open. One such young man, was working in the rain, not that he cared, it was better than working in the snow. He hated the snow, it was so blisteringly white, and freezing cold. His name was Falin, at least, that was what he had always been called. He had no real name, and he had no real family. He had been a test tube baby, genetically engineered to be stronger, faster... and other unique abilities. and from the moment his eyes where open, Falin was taught, trained, and conditioned... he had been taught how to kill with ruthless efficiency, he had learned how to not need others, not need attention, not need affection, not need anything anyone could ever offer him. He was the best, and the youngest to ever 'graduate' from the Hunters 'Academy.' at Fifteen, he had killed his main teacher, and had escaped The Hunters Compound, and from then on, he had been a solo killer, a hired murderer... an assassin who held no morals, and no qualms.

But even he had his rules, as unbelievable as it may have seamed, Falin would take no child. He refused to kill, or harm children, and pregnant women he wouldn't touch in any way. He just wouldn't... no, couldn't do it. Despite that, he was the best at what he did, the cops, and other law abiding citizens only knew him as 'Arrow' because he always used his bow and Arrows to kill his targets. And he had some fancy arrows. He had some that exploded, some that where tipped in various poisons, some that would catch fire, some that had an electrical charge... hell he even had some that had a WiFi connection, which he often used to steal money when someone refused to pay him. There where only three things that got Falin annoyed at you, and that often led to your death. Refusing to pay him for a job well done, always ended up with a person in the hospital, and your bank accounts drained. Trying to steal from him ended in death... but Lying to him, well, that was a fate worse than death. Hours of torture, and he left you alive afterwords, mangled beyond repair, to suffer for the rest of their lives...

yes, 'Arrow' was a man to be feared, very feared... and he was on the hunt. Killing was what Falin loved the most, but he was getting so very bored with the usual targets. So boring, some of them put up a fight, but most of them died quickly, there was no challenge in his life anymore, and so, he sat in the rain, playing with a razor sharp Arrowhead as he watched his Target, some idiot who had done something good for another person. The last Assassin had failed, and Falin's new 'boss' had killed the idiot. By then, the 'good Samaritan' had gone into hiding, and Falin had been called in for his unique skills in finding anyone, no matter where they hid. And find the little bastard Falin had done, and he was now trying to decide what method of killing him would amuse him the most... he decided crashing the party' would be the most amusing... he might as well give the poor bastard a sad, pathetic attempt at saving his skin.

That decided, he stood up, and launched himself into the air, crashing into the window and skidding across the floor, his large Golden eyes flicking from his target, to the other person in the room... might as well kill him too, it would make him feel better. He struck at his target, the man yelping and staggering backwards, barley avoiding the fist that had been aimed for his nose, squalling in utter terror as Falin loaded his Bow, and had an Arrow aimed for his head, faster than a person could blink. “just die already.” Falin ordered, his tone, ever so bored, ignoring the 'non target' who was in his peripheral vision, he spun, aiming the Arrow at the other man instead, releasing the razor sharp arrow as soon as he sensed the shift in the others body, shocked when he realized that... he'd missed!

Lavi Bookman · Nov 8, 2012

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"Let me offer you a warm drink, we can't have you getting a cold after having survived a vicious attack on your life, can we?" Tristan said with a twinge of a smile and made his way into the kitchen to heat up a pot of tea and hot chocolate. Not that he intended on mixing the two together but he had always preferred hot chocolate over any other hot drink. He poured some tea into a cup when it was done and took the hot chocolate out of the microwave. Then, he made his way back to the main room where he was sheltering Carlos Sanchez, someone who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But that hadn't been his fault and he hadn't done anything wrong and that was why Tristan was protecting him from those who wanted to end his life. "Thanks for doing this for me, I know you didn't have to." Carlos murmured as he stared down at the cup in his hands and chewed on his bottom lip.

He wondered how on earth he was going to survive all that was to come. One assassin had already come after him but thanks to Tristan, he had managed to survive. Ironically, just as he was thinking this, Falin came crashing through the window and he stumbled backward as he was attacked, unable to avoid the incoming blows entirely. Tristan's eyes narrowed, he hadn't expected two assassination attempts in one night but he adapted fairly quickly and when Falin went for the kill, the blond seemed to almost disappear from view for a split second although it was simply a result of his quick reflexes. There was nothing supernatural about him at all, he was in fact just a mortal albeit a very skilled mortal. He tackled Carlos to the ground and as a result, the arrow Falin had sent towards his target missed completely and Tristan was already up on his feet a second later to take advantage of the situation.

"Come on, Carlos. We have to get you away from here." He told him and dragged the other male out of the room and towards a safer location in the house. Running out of the place wasn't the smartest idea since it would be easier to find and track them down. So the only other option was in another room where it would be harder to take them out. Tristan already had his cell phone out and was dialing the police as he headed for his bedroom. Unlike some of the other rooms, that particular one didn't have a window, so Falin couldn't smash through it. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Tristan asked, letting his green eyes flicker over the man he was trying to protect. He wasn't even sure why he was helping him when he didn't even know Carlos but he couldn't leave someone to get hurt when he could do something about it. That was just the way he was and he couldn't change himself.

FoxWriter · Nov 8, 2012

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Falin stood there for a moment, letting them run, looking almost stunned as he examined Tristan from a distance... so pretty, so fast!... this, made Falin's heart race with delight as he realized.. he had a challenge, a real challenge. Carlos was important, but the stranger helping him was a fascination, an Falin could never turn down something that fascinated him... in fact, he was well known for going well out of his way to acquire anything that fascinated him. sometimes he spent a grand amount of money getting the things he wanted, other times he stole... sometimes, he even murdered for the things he wanted, and in an instant, he wanted the stranger with the golden hair and the bright blue eyes who moved as fast as lightening. he smirked to himself and pulled on his Bow string, testing the strength before pulling another Arrow out of his quiver and moved deeper into the house slowly, carefully... his bare feet making no noise on the floor as he followed the trail of Aura that he could see. he called them 'strings' because they looked like hundreds of tiny threads, which he could gather like a rope, and follow as if following a piece of yarn through a maze.

he paused in front of a door, and pondered for a moment, studying the Aura's through the wood, they where faint, but he could see them, Carlos was there... no longer important... the golden haired stranger was there... the one he wanted. he fingered the shaft of his arrow, the blade tipped with a poison that would render the stranger unconscious. all it took was a cut, a graze from his Arrow, and in a matter of minutes, Carlos would be helpless, and Tristan would be his to kidnap at will. he tensed, and settled the Arrow into the string, and kicked the door in, hard, slamming his foot into the wood so that it fell in on itself, the Arrow already flying through the air, aimed for Carlos, there was a loud shriek as the Arrow struck flesh, but Falin was already turned away from Carlos, lifting his Bow to block any attacks coming his way. he wasn't interested in Carlos, he just wanted the other out of the way... he wanted to see how strong Tristan was. "Your not on my List, but that pretty golden hair, and those oh so pretty blue eyes of yours will make lovely trophies!" he growled, leaping into he room, using his Bow like it was a weapon, swinging the tip, which was capped in metal, at Tristan's head.

the Bow looked flimsy, but the way Falin was handling it, it was clear that the Bow could deal as much damage as a staff could, a firm tap from it would easily leave a massive bruise, maybe even a concussion, not that there as enough room on the room to get a good enough swing for that.Falin was going to have to get Tristan to 'chase him out of the room' so he could get them into a more open area for a much better fight. Falin wanted to feel, and see just how skilled Tristan really was. he ignored the sounds of the Siren's as he let Tristan back him out of the room, Falin's large golden eyes gleaming with a passion that could have easily been mistaken for rage, or fear, anything at all really.

"you think you can beat me? i've been training since birth for moments like this! you will make a good challenge before i pluck those pretty eyes from your head." he hissed, swinging and striking at Tristan, astonished to find that Tristan was very skilled, he was keeping up with Falin effortlessly... and as the police burst down the door and called for everyone to freeze, Falin snarled in fury he spun, running for the window he had burst in through, yelping loudly as they started shooting at him. he was hurt from Tristan's attacks and defenses... his nose was broken, he had a twisted ankle... and now he had a bullet wound to tend to. Falin was very much annoyed as he retreated, vanishing across the rooftops to hide until Carlos was taken to the hospital... the man had an arrow in his chest after all, they would have no choice but to take the annoyance to the hospital, where it would be relatively easy to kill him... then Falin could focus on the interesting beauty he had found. he could only wonder how badly he had managed to hurt Tristan... maybe the other would have to go to the hospital too? wouldn't that be fun?

(fight scenes are not my forte ^^; hope you don't mind the mild godmodding there^^

Lavi Bookman · Nov 9, 2012

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The martial artist didn't want to place himself in the assassin's sights, so he decided to retire to another room with Carlos and wait there until help came. Tristan didn't think that the other male might be drawn to him because of this and poured all of his attention into protecting the other male. He knew the assassin would probably break down the door but if they could just manage to survive for a few minutes, the police would be here. There was no way the other male would stick around long enough to take out some of the cops, the whole point to an assassination was to do it quickly, efficiently and without witnesses. Tristan made a face as the arrow hit Carlos, thankfully only in the shoulder though, and his blond hair cascaded through the air like a waterfall as he dodged and then spun and avoided the next attack. This other guy was good, he had to admit and he let his blue eyes linger on him.

Over the next few minutes, the two of them exchanged blows and by the time it was over, both of them were sporting minor injuries although Falin had suffered a few more than he had, mostly because he had underestimated Tristan earlier. If he hadn't, the two of them would have been almost equally matched. Tristan watched as Falin fled the scene as the police arrived and winced as he reached up and touched his head gingerly to see how badly it hurt. He had bruises scattered all over his arms and a few on his side as well as on the right side of his cheek. The blond also had been hit on the head with the edge of Falin's bow and even though it hadn't been that hard, it still hurt! But it seemed luck was on his side since it hadn't been the back of his head or the temples. He heaved a sigh as Carlos was loaded into the ambulance and taken to the hospital. But would he be safe there?

Tristan wasn't so sure since if the people after him had sent an assassin, wouldn't the man not stop until he had accomplished his mission? He got out of the ambulance and waited in the waiting room for him to be taken care of and pondered. Should he insist on going in to see him or wait out here? That thought in mind, he started to pace, trying to figure out how the assassin would infiltrate the hospital if he did intend to come here. He didn't notice that someone else was there watching him as well. Well in his mind there were two options, the assassin could either come in stealth like and sneak into the room and kill him there or he could pretend to be one of the hospital staff and walk into the room without drawing any undue attention until it was too late. The latter seemed like the best option and Tristan bit down on his lower lip in consternation. What could he do though to prevent that?

Nothing since he didn't know who was hospital staff and who wasn't. So, the only way he could protect Carlos was to be by his side until he was released. Thankfully the injury wasn't great enough to keep him there overnight, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem.

FoxWriter · Nov 9, 2012

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Falin couldn't beleive he had let the other get in so many good hits... he had a fucking broken nose! Falin was NOT happy, that was for sure... still, it took him only ten minutes to patch himself up, stitching the bullet wound closed, it had only been a graze, painful, but not deep, and it took him little time to have it sewn shut and bandaged. his nose he set himself as well, and used a bandage to hold it in place for the time being. it was easy to follow the Ambulance to the hospital, and even easier to slip inside. he stood out of sight, and watched Tristan though narrowed, but interested eyes. the man was just so beautiful, and so very talented. he'd never had someone best him in a fight before, and true it was only because he had underestimated Tristan and had let the other get the slip on him.... it was still true. the blond had bested him, and that made him even more interesting. Falin had no more interest in Carlos, the man could live, Falin didn't care... now he wanted Tristan... either those pretty blue green eyes in a jar, or the man under him... he didn't care, but he WOULD have him in some form.

he grimaced as sharp pain lanced through his head, he was getting another migraine. he would be alright for another few hours, he would get what he wanted before then. it was easy to steal a nurses uniform, and a mask, cover his red hair with a cap and put in contacts to hide his golden eyes, turning them a rather dull black. Tristan wouldn't recognize him, and with Carlos still asleep from the non lethal poison he couldn't tattle. he grabbed a clipboard and headed into Carlos's room, glancing at Tristan with a raised eyebrow. "well, you two are a mess... got into a bar fight?" Falin asked, his tone light and Airy as he carefully took Carlos's blood pressure. "lets see... Carlos Sanchez." Falin stated calmly as he wrote down the blood pressure. "blood pressure is good... so what's your name?" he asked glancing at Tristan. "Visiting hours are going to be over soon, only Family will be able to stay." Falin warned, exactly the same thing that another nurse had told Tristan. "have you been looked at? you look pretty banged up yourself..." he glanced at the clipboard, looking shocked. "shot by an Arrow!?" he demanded, stunned. "archery accident... don't get many of those." Falin was enjoying this little roleplay.

he listened to Carlos's heart and nodded a little. "as soon as he wakes up, he should be released. the wound has been cleaned and stitched up. he's not in any danger... hmm... we should run a tox-screen, he should have woken up by now..." Falin murmured, because killing a sleeping man was boring. Carlos would be awake by morning, and be released from the hospital once the Tox-screen came back as a common heavy duty sleeping drug. then the chase would be on... the chase, not for Carlos, but for Tristan. "oh.." Falin purred as he stepped out of the room, pausing to glance at Tristan with a sadistic little smirk as he pulled his mask down. "thanks for your name Pretty one... i'll be seeing you soon... killing sleeping men, just isn't fun..." he teased, well aware that Tristan would be gettign the Guards as soon as Falin stepped out of the doorway. "Carlos is safe for now, My Tristan, but as soon as he wakes... i'll be seeing you again." he teased, laughing as he vanished into a crowd of nurses who where racing past, headed for Trauma. and in an instant Falin was gone, the Game had begun... the only question now was.. how Tristan was going to react to this.

Lavi Bookman · Nov 10, 2012

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The man who had attacked them possessed red hair and sort of golden-amber colored eyes, he was definitely out of the ordinary when it came to looks so would be easy to spot unless he had donned a disguise. No one around fit that particular description though so either he hadn't gotten here yet or he had already infiltrated the hospital staff which didn't pose as a good thing for him. Tristan turned towards the door and made his way down the hall to where Carlos was supposed to be and was somewhat relieved when he saw that the other male wasn't dead. The monitors by the side of his bed showed that he was in a deep sleep and he let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he was holding as he took a seat by Carlos as he waited for him to wake up, so they could head out of this place. It wasn't safe here. Not that it was any safer at his place but at least there he could keep an eye on him.

Even though this was a hospital, nurses and doctors weren't looking after you every second since they had other things to do as well. Tristan looked up when someone entered the room and he let his eyes flicker over the newcomer. He couldn't tell if this was a real member of the staff or Falin in disguise. No, this man had dark eyes and he distinctly remembered him having brighter ones. "You got it half right, no someone broke into the house and attacked us, that's why we called the police. Carlos got injured but I seem to be fine, at least I think so but I guess I should get checked out too." The blond admitted and nodded when asked to confirm the other male's name. "Tristan Sanders. I'm a friend of his." He told Falin, only half-lying since he had only just met Carlos the other day when he had saved his life. "Yes, I was wondering if I could stay here until he's ready to leave which shouldn't be too long."

"Someone's after him and I'm the only one who can protect him. No offense but you nurses and doctors don't have time to watch him twenty-four seven, so whoever is after him would have no trouble sneaking into the hospital and taking him out." Tristan's tone of voice was polite but there was an underlying note of steel in his voice, suggesting that he was going to stay regardless of what Falin might have to say about it. He nodded when Falin said they should run a tox-screen and watched as the other male headed for the door. What the man had to say next though made his blood run cold and he quickly hit the panic button as his eyes narrowed at Falin, there was no way he was going to let Falin kill Carlos here, not when he was there. Sure he could have run after him or tackled him but that would mean leaving Carlos alone. What if Falin wasn't working alone and he was just sent as a distraction?

No, he would remain by Carlos's side. Well it didn't matter that Falin knew his name now, names weren't important. A couple of hours later, Carlos woke up and they were both discharged after Tristan had been looked at briefly by a nurse. Some pills were given and instructions to not engage in anything particularly stressful for at least a week which made the blond almost laugh at the absurdity of it. Of course that wasn't going to happen, not when an assassin was after them. He took Carlos back to his place - since it was the safest he could think of where they didn't have to deal with unknown people - and had him rest in the guest room while he went around to board up windows so Falin couldn't come crashing in like he had last time. Once that was done, he decided to get some rest himself and fell asleep in his room on the bed after setting an alarm to wake him up in a few hours or so.

He didn't want to sleep the entire day away after all.

FoxWriter · Nov 12, 2012

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Falin laughed at the press of the panic button, he could hear alarms going off and vanished. he knew Tristan wouldn't follow him, he knew the man was too focused on Carlos. but that was half the fun, playing with Tristan, what a beautiful name, while he was practically tied at the hip to Carlos was just... wonderful. he followed the two home, and watched from a vantage point while the other boarded up the windows. eating potato chips as if he was watching an amusing movie. as soon as Falin saw a cease of movement inside he licked his lips, and headed inside the building. it was an effortless endeavor to pick the lock, and slip inside without a sound, closing and re-locking the door before heading over to Carlos, and doping him again to keep him asleep. at least he didn't shoot the little annoyance with an arrow or kill him. then he moved over to Tristan, gave him the barest of doses, enough to ensure he stayed asleep for a half an hour, and got to work.

he took his time, stripping the other completely bare, humming happily as he worked, his hands running along Tristan's slender, perfect body with a small, happy little sigh. fingers stroked nipples and fondled the soft cock before ropes where implemented, Tristan's wrists crossed and then tied together before they where firmly attached to the bed frame. legs where spread apart and tied to the thighs. knees where tied so that Tristan's legs where spread, and up out of the way, not the most comfortable of positions, but it left the other helpless, completely helpless, and open to an attack on both the ass, and the cock, and anything else that Falin wanted to touch. he smirked as he glanced at the Alarm clock, and quickly turned it off before he shed his own shirt, his firm muscles gleaming in the light of the apartment, his Scars standing in a stark contrast to his tanned skin. Falin was covered in scars, burn marks, bullet holes, long thin ones that could only have been done with a knife. there was even a mess of scars over his heart, that looked as if someone had tried to dig his heart out with their teeth.

he smiled as he ran his hands along the other man's belly, stroking the soft muscles and skin he found there, his nails scraping the flesh as he belt lower, his tongue stroking a nipple, tasting his new playthings flesh with a smug little smirk. Tristan would be waking up any minute now, his legs spread open and held there by ropes, the assassin over him, touching him. Falin snickered as he felt arousal spike through him, his hand curling around Tristan's length, stroking and teasing the flesh as he moaned softly against the others belly as he nibbled, nipped, kissed, and locked his way from nipple to cock, trailing his tongue along the flesh as his hands cupped the others balls, trying to make him hard before he woke. it made it all the more amusing for his captured, trapped, and helpless victims to realize they where already hard... made a person wonder just how long Falin had been playing with their bodies. "good morning sunshine." Falin purred, his golden eyes gleaming as he studied the other. "did you sleep well? i know Carlos did."

Lavi Bookman · Nov 18, 2012

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Tristan thought he would have been safe for at least a few hours back in his own house. What sort of assassin visited the same place right after a crime had tried to take place there? Sure it would be intelligent to return because no one would think he would go there again but directly after he had tried to kill someone there? That wasn't too likely which was why Tristan thought it would be safe to go back and grab some things before heading out of the small city they were currently located in. But when he started to regain consciousness, he felt quite uncomfortable for some reason. He tried to roll over but was stopped by something and as his blue eyes opened, Tristan's lips parted and his breathing quickened when he became aware of his situation. The blond abruptly realized his nipples and cock were hard and he was completely naked, not to mention tied up in the worst possible way.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to control his fear. Why hadn't he woken up during this?! He wasn't a heavy sleeper and a muscle in the martial artist's cheek twitched upon coming to the conclusion that he had been drugged to keep him from waking up during the process. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to return here so soon after all, he thought belatedly to himself. He struggled as Falin leaned forward once more and gasped when the assassin continued to nibble, nip, kiss and lick his way from one of his nipples to his cock. "S-stop, you bastard! What the hell did you do to Carlos!" Tristan exclaimed, fighting the urge to squirm on the bed he was restrained on. There was no way to get out of these ropes, not with his wrists tied and bound to the headboard of the bed and his legs tied to his knees which were forcibly held open and tied in a way that held them apart. "Get off me."

Tristan ordered, narrowing those beautiful blue eyes as he glared at his attacker.

FoxWriter · Nov 18, 2012

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Falin smirked as he looked up at the other, his head tilted a little as he heard the other speak. "stop? but your enjoying it so much." he teased, snicking a little as he leaned down again, running his tongue along the others cock, the tip flicking along the head as he suckled and stroked the length with his mouth, snickering as he blinked at the other. "Carlos has been taken care of." he purred, smirking, amused. "i couldn't have him... interrupting us after all." he admitted with a small chuckle as his hands stroked across those perfectly pale nipples. "your so very beautiful." he purred playfully. "and so very talented... it's very pleasing, to have you tied up, completely helpless under me." he teased, his hands sliding lower, stroking his cock, teasing the balls, and then sliding eve lower, stroking that tight, puckered entrance. "i'm going to fuck you, my Pretty, Pretty Tristan." he purred softly. "and i'll be nice, and let you enjoy it." he teased, smirking as he sat up so that the other could see all of Falin, licking his lips a little. "so perfect... you will be mine, someday. but for now, your body will be enough." he teased, snickering a little as he bent down, engulfing the others cock in his mouth again, suckling on the flesh again as he reached into a pocket on his Jacket that was laying on the bed with them, pulling out a tube of Lube.

he didn't use it right away though, first he released the cock from his hot, tight mouth, and suckled his way downwards until his tongue was stroking and rubbing along the others ass, teasing the tight ring of muscles with his slick, slippery tongue until it was buried to the lips into Tristan's tight little ass. his tongue stroked and touched all those hidden places deep inside of the other. then the tongue was replaced by fingers, working their way in deeper and deeper as Falin smirked as he studied Tristan's face as his fingers sought out that little bundle of nerves that would light up Tristan's world, whether he wanted it, or not. "your so very tight." he growled eagerly as he kissed the others belly, smirking as he went back to sucking the others cock, his fingers twisting and working inside of Tristan, playing with the others prostate while he stretched the other, preparing him for something much bigger. "i'm going to fuck you, nice and hard... i'm going to make you Cum, again and again, ad there's nothing you can do about it." he teased, snickering darkly as his fingers pulled free, and he slicked his dick up with Lube.

he settled in close, rubbing the head of his cock against Tristan's ass, ignoring anything the other might have been doing, cursing, begging, pleading... it didn't matter, all that mattered was the tight, tight heat now wrapping around his cock as he slid deeper and deeper into the others ass, moaning and groaning at how tight Tristan was, shuddering in delight as he wriggled and worked his way deeper and deeper. "fuck yesss... so tight, so HOT." he growled, leaning down to nip at the others lips, smirking as he gripped the others chin, so he couldn't bite, and as his hips started to work in and out of the other, his tongue, slick and slippery started to stroke and tease his unwilling partners mouth. he moaned as he kissed the other, his free hand pinching and working a nipple as his hips thrust and rubbed deep inside of the other, fucking him fast, but not too hard, groaning as he leaned down and took the others neck flesh into his mouth. biting, and sucking, leaving a large hickey as he worked his cock into the other again and again, moaning loudly as he moved faster, and harder, his hand wrapping around Tristan's cock. he wanted the other to Cum, before he emptied his balls deep inside of the other, and left. Carlos would wake up in the next hour, hour and a half, and he would let Tristan free.

Lavi Bookman · Nov 19, 2012

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No, he couldn't enjoy what was being done to him, all this was against his will and he wasn't interested in men, not in the least! Or so he told himself since he hadn't ever experimented with them, so how was he to know what he liked and what he didn't? One couldn't just say they didn't like something just because it wasn't widely accepted in society. Tristan's body tensed as his length was teased by the other male's mouth in a most unfair manner. Part of him wanted to simply give in to how he was feeling but a bigger part was outraged that Falin could take such liberties with him without his permission! "Taken care of? You didn't kill him, did you?" Tristan exclaimed, afraid of what the answer would be. If he had let Carlos die because of his poor judgment, he would forever feel guilty about all this. He bit back a whimper as Falin's fingers ran over his hard nipples and turned his head to the side.

He didn't want to give Falin the satisfaction of seeing his face. But when those invasive fingers went lower and started to stroke his tight entrance, Tristan's eyes flew open and a little gasp escaped his lips at the thought of what Falin might want to do to him here. The other male only served to confirm his fears when he told him he was going to fuck him and the blond's struggles renewed as he sought to escape the bonds that held him in place. "No!" He exclaimed as Falin's mouth descended on him again and Tristan bit down on his lip, intentionally causing himself pain in order to regain some sort of hold on his sanity. Things only seemed to get worse when Falin's lips wrapped around his cock a second time and Tristan whimpered as the male's mouth worked its magic on him. One thing was for certain, this wasn't Falin's first time doing something like this which made him wonder.

Tristan let out a shocked gasp a moment later when Falin's tongue entered him and paid special attention to the outer ring of muscles before delving into the inner ones. Despite himself, he was starting to feel really good and his breathing deepened. That was when fingers replaced the warm, wet tongue and Tristan bit back a groan as he felt himself being stretched and he turned his head to the side, long blond hair concealing his face from view. He let out a little cry when those fingers suddenly hit the little bundle of nerves inside him and his cock instantly became hard which in turn made his cheeks flush. "Why me?" Tristan managed to get out, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes not making eye contact with the other male. There really was nothing he could do with his wrists bound and restrained above his head and the way his lower appendages had been restrained made it impossible.

Impossible to resist for the most part. He cried out as Falin entered him a second later, his body throbbing with the pain of having something unfamiliar inside his most vulnerable area. The blond's rapist grabbed his chin shortly afterward and forced him into an unwanted kiss as well and Tristan had no choice but to allow this to happen although his eyes remained open which showed his resentment at what was being done to him. A little gasp escaped him once more as Falin pinched one of his nipples as he thrust in and out of him and Tristan let out a muffled groan as that tender spot inside was hit again and his breathing deepened and quickened once more. He made a muffled sound of protest but couldn't do much more in the situation he was currently in which made him feel extremely frustrated. If this continued, he was certain he would lose control of his body and that was something he didn't want.

Since it would give his rapist the satisfaction of making him climax like he had wanted. Even if he couldn't stop him from taking his body, he could at least do this.

FoxWriter · Nov 21, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin chuckled at the others horrified demand to know what had happened to Carlos, but he didn't answer, let Tristan come to his own conclusions about what the target was doing. "yes." he growled at the others terrified outburst, enjoying the feeling of the others cock in his mouth, the tightness around his fingers, laughing in delight at any noise the other couldn't hold in. "because your beautiful." Falin breathed in response to the 'why me' Question. "because your skilled, talented, and utterly Ethereal... it has been a very long time since someone has managed to best me in battle... so long since i've seen someone as gorgeous as you. i simply cannot resist the call of your body to mine." he purred. that would have been poetic... if not for the fact that he was raping the other.

he moaned eagerly as he forced his way deep into the others body, gasping in delight at how hot, how Tight Tristan was. and he had to chuckle at the others resolve. such a strong boy, such a strong will. but Falin's was stronger. he groaned and moaned, and suddenly altered his thrusts so that every move, every thrust in, every pull outwards rubbed and teased that spot deep, deep inside of the other. his hand teasing the length, and the shaft again as he laughed, practically making it impossible for the other not to cum. and when Tristan did, and Falin made sure he did, he grunted, and milked himself out as well, spilling his own hot load deep inside of the other, emptying himself out compleatly before simply sitting there, his cock buried up the the balls as he panted, catching his breath, locking that hot, wet seed deep inside of the other for the breif moment, smirking at Tristan. "there, now was that so bad?" he teased, smirking visciously as he pulled out, watching his seed slowly dribble out of Tristan's ass. "beautiful... i love how you look now, horrified... yet so very satisfied and used..."

he snickered and used Tristan's hair to clean off his own cock before he took his time getting clean, humming happily as he smirked at Tristan. "i'll be back for another round my sweet. for now, i have another target i have to take down before i can enjoy your warm, tight body again." he purred, vanishing out the room, and heading out the front door, leaving Tristan there, tied up and covered in cum, helpless. all he could do was wait for Falin to come back, and use his body again. fortunately for Tristan, Carlos wasn't dead, and an hour after the deed was done, he staggered into the room, looking utterly shocked at the sight of Tristan looking like that before quickly untying him. he didn't ask any questions, there was no need to... it was pretty clear what had happened. now Tristan had a decision to make.. flee, or take revenge.

Lavi Bookman · Nov 21, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

There was no doubt in his mind that his attacker had indeed killed Carlos because the man was an assassin, so why wouldn't he have completed his mission? But the reason why he had been chosen was because he was beautiful? Tristan wished he wasn't so appealing to the eye if that was the case, at least not to this man. But there wasn't much he could do about it right now. He blinked upon hearing there was more. So, if he hadn't fought back as he had, he wouldn't have caught the other male's eye? Then it hadn't just been his looks, it had been everything he had done up until this point. Well if that was the case, this would have been inevitable. He was not the type of person to simply look the other way when something bad was happening in front of him. Tristan chewed on his bottom lip in frustration at the thought. But if he had known things would end up like this, would he still have tried to save Carlos?

He gasped as his rapist sank deeper into him and choked back a cry of frustration at his helplessness to do anything about it. Despite himself, his body arched up off the bed as the thrusts rubbed and teased that particular spot deep inside him that caused pleasure. "Please, don't!" Tristan pleaded as he fought against the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. He held on for as long as he could but eventually was forced to succumb to his body's urges and came with a strangled scream, splattering himself with his own seed. Panting, the blond came down from his high and averted his eyes. He was mad at himself for letting his rapist get what he wanted from him and didn't want to look at the assassin. But he was also annoyed because it had felt so good at the same time. Still, it wasn't all pleasure - his ass hurt due to having been a virgin before this and probably would be sore for a long time.

But at least it was over. He disliked how Falin used his hair to clean his cock but dared not say anything in response because he was afraid his rapist might fuck him again as punishment and that was something he didn't want. However, when he heard Falin's next words, Tristan looked up, a stunned look on his face. Fear once more came to his eyes and his breathing quickened at the thought of being taken a second time. The man left the room without releasing him and Tristan instantly renewed his efforts at freeing himself from the restraints. He focused most of his efforts on the rope binding his wrists together. If he could get those off, he could easily free the rest of himself afterward. But during the rape, due to his struggles and the way the thrusts had moved his body back and forth, the ropes had tightened, making it impossible to escape without inflicting a good amount of damage on his wrists.

Tristan didn't much care though about injuries as long as they weren't life-threatening to him. The thought of suffering through a second rape at the hands of that assassin was enough to spur him on. Sure, it had felt good but he didn't want to be with the other male. He wanted to be with whoever he wanted to be with! Not be forced into having sex with that man. Tristan's blue eyes widened when Carlos suddenly stumbled into the room and his cheeks instantly flushed a dark red when he saw the male's eyes roam over his naked and used form. So he was still alive after all. He instantly averted his eyes, not wanting to look at Carlos at the moment. What an embarrassing situation to be seen in... especially by the man he had tried to save. He was relieved though when the other male said nothing and simply helped free him from his restraints. Tristan immediately left the room and went to the shower.

He winced as his ass protested along the way. All throughout the shower, memories kept coming back to him of Falin's fingers on his nipples, his mouth on his cock and then his cock in his ass. He came in the shower a second time as he fingered himself and banged his head against the shower stall as he wondered what was wrong with him. Once he had returned to his room, he glanced over at Carlos who was still there and cleared his throat. "We should move you to a better place. I don't know where would be safe but there must be a reason why he didn't kill you yesterday." Tristan told him and made reservations at a local hotel for two separate rooms that were right next to eachother. "I'll stay up this time and see if he comes tonight." He told Carlos and when night fell, Tristan stayed up in a chair in the corner of the room. All the lights were off and he had placed extra pillows underneath the covers.

To make it look like he was there. Hopefully the assassin would buy it and he could get the advantage over him for once.

FoxWriter · Nov 22, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin laughed at the others fear, and snickered at the others struggles to get free, simply vanishing because he knew, short of chewing his own arms off, Tristan wasn't going to go anywhere. of course, he had planned on Carlos freeing Tristan, so he didn't bother going back to Tristan's. there was no point. he laughed a little as he walked along the road, following behind Tristan and Carlos silently, blending in easily with the crowd, watching where they stayed, pondering the best way to go about breaking in and tormenting Tristan again. he chuckled a little to himself again, and decided that the best thing to do, would be to do nothing. not a damn thing, he was going to simply let Tristan relax, thinking that the assassin had gotten bored or something... unfortunately. he wasn't that lucky, because he wasn't the only person looking to kill Carlos now. when Falin had 'failed' to kill Carlos, the people who wanted him dead, hired another Assassin.

they where not bothered at all during the night, not even a bird smacked into the window, giving Carlos a well rested night, and if Tristan fell asleep, he at least wasn't bothered, though Falin watched him through the window all night, an amused smirk on the Assassins face. Falin loved being able to go days, even weeks without sleep. he suffered for it later, but he could easily function on little to no sleep for inhuman lengths of time. and so, in the morning he watched Carlos get up, and tell Tristan that he was going to go and get food from a local restaurant, watched the two of them slip into the crowds, trying to stay hidden... and watched the new assassin slip after the two, clearly intending on killing them both. Falin wasn't sure how, but word had spread that someone was protecting Carlos, and now the Hit was out on him as well. Falin couldn't allow that, no, he certainly couldn't. he followed along the roofs, and kept his eye on the other Assassin, who pulled a gun out in the middle of the crowds, everyone screaming as thy dove out of the way, wary of being shot as they scrambled for safety, leaving Carlos and Tristan without the cover of the crowds.

Tristan was too far away to do anything but shove Carlos out of the way and try and duck for cover himself, but just as the finger settled on the trigger, an Arrow drove itself into the Assassins chest so hard that the arrow entered, and then left, striking the asphalt of the road, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in the assassins chest, who started to scream as Falin hit the ground near the Assassin, turning to look at Tristan with an almost sadistic little smirk on his face as he pulled the Bow back, and shot another arrow into the gunman's head, cutting off the screams in an instant. it was almost as if he was showing Tristan how big and strong he was. taking advantage of a situation to show off. like a cat bringing it's owner a dead mouse, Falin was almost showing off his killing skills, like some sick attempt at flirting. Carlos was gasping, terrified as he grabbed Tristan's wrist, and jerked him away, following the streams of people where where escaping into buildings and into streets, trying to escape the strange fight between assassins. Falin laughed as he watched Carlos dragging Tristan away, as if the fleeing was amusing, but he didn't try to stop their escape, he just watched, a maniacal grin on his face as he watched Tristan, and only Tristan.

Lavi Bookman · Nov 26, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Nothing happened that night much to his surprise and Tristan spent most of the night awake and alert just in case the assassin was waiting until he fell asleep in order to strike. The only thing that made him start was when a bird smacked into the window and when morning came, Tristan woke up with a start, realizing that he had fallen asleep despite his best efforts not to and cursed. He instantly went in search of Carlos and when he had made sure the other male was still alive, the two of them set off to get something to fill their empty stomachs. But even then, Tristan was on the lookout to make sure no one could get the jump on them because now would be the perfect opportunity to strike in the midst of a crowd since it would be hard to get a reading on anyone in particular. Even if he managed to spot him, Tristan would have a hard time catching up without involving innocent people too.

He wasn't surprised when people started to scream and turned around to grab Carlos by the arm in order to drag him out of harm's way but found the other male had stopped to buy something from a stand nearby. Fuck, he didn't have enough time to pull him out of the way and so he ran towards Carlos and dived towards the other male. Tristan tackled Carlos and sent both of them flying onto the ground as he shielded the other with his own body, not thinking about the consequences of doing such a thing at the moment. But he was surprised when he heard the sound of someone screaming in pain and looked up to see a stranger with a large gaping hole in his chest that looked as if it had come from an arrow. Not to mention the fact that there was an arrow in the man's head too. Safe to say it had probably come from the one who had raped him last night. But why? It didn't make sense.

Why would his rapist protect him from being taken out? Didn't he want to kill Carlos too? He couldn't see anyone around them but the arrow had come from an angle and if he was right, the man should be up above somewhere. Tristan looked up and saw Falin standing up on one of the rooftops and stared at him for a moment until Carlos grabbed his wrist and jerked him off his feet as the two followed the stream of people who were running away from the crime scene. Once things had calmed down, Tristan looked back over at Carlos who was stuffing his face with random food he had bought off the street. They bought some food at a nearby market and then made their way back to the hotel since it seemed like the safest place at the moment. After all, Falin hadn't broken into the place yesterday nor had he paid either of them a visit which probably meant he hadn't found it yet which was good.

Tristan let out a sigh as he took out a six pack of beer and set it down on the table in front of the two of them. He and Carlos were going to watch a sports game on television while they drank and snacked on the food they had gotten earlier. Once the game was over, they watched a few movies and the other male fell asleep on the couch, exhausted from his active day today. Tristan placed a sheet over him, not wanting to disturb the other male and then headed for the bedroom, yawning along the way. He took off his socks, shirt and pants - his shoes already lying by the front door - and got into bed wearing only his boxers. It was more comfortable this way and closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted. He was sure tomorrow or the next day the assassin would come after them again and wasn't looking forward to that in the least.

FoxWriter · Nov 28, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin laughed as he watched Tristan running away, it was just so much fun! playing this game of Cat and mouse was oh, so amusing. he watched the police come and take away the body, humming as he trimmed his fingernails with a knife. he had to look pretty for Tristan after all. then he headed to their apartment, to watch them drink bear, eat chips, and yell at the TV... how fascinating, he had seen other people do that too, he wondered what the purpose for it was. didn't they know that the TV couldn't respond to them? that the people weren't real? he pondered as he watched Tristan leave Carlos on the couch, and he smirked viciously as he slid in through the window, as silent as ever, drugged Carlos... and took him. he left a note too. 'i Have Your Friend. Ha Ha, come and get him, if you can!' he was ever so much enjoying this game, and since Carlos was SOOO important, at least the little idiot would be safe in one of Falin's hundreds upon hundreds of hideouts. Falin wasn't sure why he was protecting Carlos and Tristan... the rape of Tristan should have fixed his obsession as it always did,,, but he was still... so very fascinated by Tristan. there was just... something about the other that Falin wanted... what was it? Falin didn't know.

he watched in the morning as Tristan woke up and staggered through his morning routine, smirking as he pressed a cigarette to his lips, taking a deep inhale as he watched Tristan. wondering what it was about the other that was just so... perfect... that was it, perfect... yes Tristan was perfect, and Falin had no idea what to do about it... half of him wanted to mar that perfect flesh, scar Tristan, mutilate him for being so pretty, and so distracting... the other half of him wanted to buy Tristan a pretty, perfect rose, and write him some sickly love poem that eh was always reading about in books. it was ridiculous! he liked this game of cat an mouse at least, and he chuckled as he watched Tristan realize that Carlos was missing. the brat was probobly awake by now, and tearing apart the safe Room that Falin had locked him in. no doors, no windows, no escape. he didn't have to worry about Carlos getting out, he was the perfect Bait in attracting Tristan to him. he smirked as he watched the other, and finally flicked a rock at the window, the glass shattering, attracting Tristan's attention, Falin standing on the opposite roof, smirking as he stared at Trista, wiggling his fingers at the other in a mockery of a greeting before jumping off the building, landing two stories below without even a cringe. whatever Falin was, it wasn't normal.

he let Tristen chase him, staying just out of striking range of the other with a laugh as he came to a halt in a bright, cheerful Park. a pond on one side of them, the woods on the other as he smirked at the other. "Aaw, so ANGRY! are you missing your little freind already? don't worry, i'm sure you'll be seeing him soon." he teased, gripping his Bow tightly, snapping the string to make the entire bow Hum, as if it was a musical instrument. "so... let's see what you can REALLY do." he ordered, settling into a stance, his red eyes staring at the other, as if... daring him to attack, smirking viciously. "let's see just how good of a fighter, that you really are."

Lavi Bookman · Nov 29, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Of course the first thing that came to mind when he saw that Carlos wasn't on the couch was that the man had went into his own room or was in the bathroom taking care of bodily functions. But eventually, he saw the note and his blue-green eyes widened as he abruptly realized what had happened and his jaw clenched at the thought of Carlos in the hands of an assassin. The only consolation was that the man had left a note which meant he still had a chance to save him and he wondered why Falin would tease him like this. Hadn't it been his job to take out Carlos? If so, why didn't he just kill him and then go after Tristan afterward? The blond didn't understand the assassin's reasoning behind his acts.

Sure, the man was obsessed with him but it would be a simple matter to go after him once his business was concluded. Why did he keep Carlos alive? He ducked when the rock came through the window and when the glass had settled, Tristan looked up quickly to see if someone had entered and saw the one person he didn't want to see. The blond narrowed his eyes at the other male. "What the hell do you want?!" Tristan exclaimed as he ran after Falin when the assassin jumped off the roof. How on earth could he survive something like that? By the time he reached the spot Falin had jumped off, he expected the other male to be gone. But instead, the assassin was still there, like he had been waiting.

That made him frown. He used a nearby fire escape to make his own way down and ran after Falin who annoyingly stayed just out of reach until they reached a clearing in a little park. Tristan slowed when he saw the assassin stop and watched the other carefully as he waited for Falin to act. Was he going to attack here? He glared at the other male when Falin tried to taunt him into attacking first. There was no way he was going to make that mistake. "Where is he?" Tristan demanded to know, his defensive stance up as he waited for the assassin to respond to him. There had to be something he wanted, there had to be a reason as to why he was doing all this. But what was it? "I don't want to fight you."

He was speaking the truth. "I just want him back. Or know what I can do to make sure no one kills him." Tristan added.

FoxWriter · Nov 30, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin stared at Tristen for a long moment, looking confused at the other. "you don't... want to fight me?" he asked, sounding so confused it was almost cute. "i don't understand... i shot your freind... i taunted you... i raped you, now i have taken your... toy, and still you..." he frowned, confused as he blinked at Tristen. "i do not understand how you work..." he admitted, tapping his own head. "there is something inside of you that... that just... is strange..." he admitted simply. "i have had other Targets get away before, people saving them, trying to protect them... but never has someone tried to protect them for so long.." he admitted simply. "why do you try to save this Carlos, when even Brother abandoned Brother to my Bow? is he a lover of yours? a father? i do not understand... why do you still protect him!?" Falin asked, struggling to understand Tristan. it was almost as if Falin simply didn't understand the concept of kindness, almost as if Falin didn't... understand why he was even doing the things he was doing... like a child pulling on the little girls pigtails, because he didn't understand that he liked her. in ways, Falin was almost childlike.

"you are pretty, and strong and that is why i originally desired you for myself... but there are other things now..." Falin admitted, frowning. "things i don't understand... you are not like most people..." he admitted, studying Tristan. "if you can beat me. i will give you your Carlos back." he promised simply. "if i beat you..." he paused, struggling to decide. "if i beat you, then you have to be mine." he ordered simply. "if you refuse to fight... i will kill the Carlos... and then i will kill any family, or freinds you have. i will make you watch them die." he promised staring at Tristan before he pulled an arrow from his Quiver, aiming it at Tristan, his eyes a deadly serious to them as he stared at the other. "you can try to run... but i will always find you." and with that, he released the arrow, which missed it's target on purpose, Falin striking at Tristan with a ferocity that told anyone watching that he really didn't want to lose. the fight was more even this time, with neither gaining the advantage over the other. at some point Tristan had broken Falin's bow, and the man had screamed, as if Tristan had broken his best freind. all weapons where abandoned then as Falin went for the hands on approach to taking down his adversary.

then, without warning Falin Staggered with a cry of pain, clapping a hand to his head as one of the most debilitating pains he had ever known shot through his head. a Migraine. he cried out in pain and staggered, avoiding a blow by inches and fell to his hands and knees. it was rare that one of his migraines would hit without any warning, and he was suddenly at the complete mercy of Tristan. his only relief was knowing that Tristan needed him alive to find Carlos. so it wasn't like Tristan was going to kill him yet. Falin cried out again, clutching his head as he rolled up into a tight ball, let out a sob, and went still and silent as he passed out from the pain of the migraine alone. it was all probobly very shocking to Tristan, who hadn't landed a blow to Falin's head... at least there hadn't been any witnesses. Tristan could do whatever he wanted to Falin now. take him home tie him up and torture him for information. take him tot he hospital and turn him into the police. or take him home and rape the hell out of Falin... though, knowing the assassin, he'd only enjoy it. it was all up to Tristan to decide now.

Lavi Bookman · Dec 1, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Tristan blinked when Falin expressed confusion over his words and for a brief second he found his reaction rather cute although he quickly banished that thought almost as soon as it had popped up, hating himself for even thinking of such a thing in the first place! When Falin mentioned how he had raped him, the blond's cheeks colored in anger and embarrassment, the former due to the sordid act that had been forced upon him and the latter because he couldn't help but remember how it had felt after a time. He still considered it rape but now and then it had actually felt good when his prostate had been thrust up against and he couldn't deny his body had enjoyed it, even if Tristan hadn't.

But he didn't want to think about all that and he was frustrated that Falin had brought the matter up right now. "No, there is something strange about you! Trying to kill people all the time, kidnapping and raping them at your whim, normal people don't do that!" Tristan exclaimed, his hands curling into fists as he struggled to remain in control of himself, there was no telling what might happen if he attacked him. He frowned when Falin asked why he protected Carlos and what made him continue to do so. "I want to help people. That's what my purpose is in life." The blond informed the assassin, even though he wasn't sure if Falin would understand. But that was the truth, he wanted to help everyone.

Mostly because he wanted to make the world a better place. "I can't forgive you for doing that to me but I need to make sure Carlos is safe before I get my revenge." He explained although his version of revenge was different from most people. Tristan flushed when Falin asked if Carlos was a lover or father to him and shook his head quickly. "No! I'm not interested in men, even if you are!" Why did he automatically think Tristan was gay just because he had raped him? The blond averted his eyes from the assassin, feeling uncomfortable looking at him and crossed his arms against his chest in a defensive manner. He returned his attention to Falin when the other male started to talk about why he desired him.

The assassin told him if he could beat him, he would give Carlos back. For some reason, he found his heart beating a little faster than usual. That was probably due to adrenaline though, nothing to worry about. "Hold on, why do I have to be yours if you win?!" He exclaimed, not liking this whole arrangement in the least. "If I win, not only do you have to give back Carlos but you have to promise never to try and hurt or kill him again! If you agree to these terms, then sure I'll be yours if you win." Tristan paused and frowned after he had spoken. "What exactly does 'being yours' entail?" He asked, wondering if he should have asked that question beforehand. That might have been important, he thought to himself.

The blond narrowed his eyes when Falin spoke of going after his family and friends if he didn't fight him. Well, that certainly put all the cards on the table. His parents were divorced and split up in different states but he was sure Falin could find them being an assassin. And his younger brother Kai was in his last year of high school which would be over in a few weeks but still, it wouldn't be hard to find him either.

So the fight began and for the first few hours, it was a pretty even match with neither one getting the upper hand. Tristan did manage to break Falin's bow at some point which caused the assassin to scream, startling him enough that he took a few steps backward. This in turn, allowed Falin to recover and the fight continued. But now that Falin had gone to hand-to-hand combat, Tristan had an advantage since this was his specialty. Slowly, he began to come out on top until the assassin suddenly cried out and staggered back with a hand to his head. The blond wasn't sure what to make of this and stopped his fist from connecting with Falin's face with a centimeter to spare. A feint? No, this was real.

Tristan narrowed his eyes as he watched the other male for a few seconds. The assassin suddenly went silent and still and Tristan warily leaned down to poke him in the shoulder. Nothing happened. He decided to take a chance and knelt down to roll him over onto his back and saw that Falin had passed out. Eh? He couldn't see any injuries on the outside but that didn't mean there wasn't something on the inside. The blond chewed on his lip as he looked down at the other male. One of his hands stretched out and ran down Falin's frame from his neck to the inside of his inner thigh. It was tempting to rape him here but he pushed the thought aside and stooped to take him up onto his shoulders.

Then, he headed for the nearest hospital and left him there after filling out all the necessary paperwork, accepting the bill as his own. He told the staff to tell Falin to call him when he got released and left his cell phone number there. As an added precaution, he scribbled down his name and number onto a piece of paper and stuffed it into Falin's pocket. Then, he left the hospital and headed back to the park where they had fought earlier. He was fairly certain Falin would return here if he didn't call him and he wanted to be ready in case Carlos was somewhere nearby.

FoxWriter · Dec 1, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin was clearly not understanding what Tristan was saying... he understood the words but it was like they just didn't make sense. "people are always killing and raping other people." Falin stated, frowning. "you are the first person i've ever met who has never done either... even Carlos has killed someone." though Carlos had already admitted to that, it had been in self defense though... Falin didn't seem to understand the difference. in fact there was a lot about Falin that was starting to... make sense. he had always been around bad people, so he did bad things thinking they where normal... really, Falin just... didn't know better. to Falin, rape and murder was normal, and it was Tristan who was the strange abnormal one. he agreed to the deal of course, but refused to answer what being his would entail... honestly, Falin wasn't even sure himself. all he knew was that he wanted Tristan, and he always got what he wanted... eventually. he was a little pissed when his migraine struck, it meant that he had lost... he had to give Carlos back.... dammit. he was still and pale when Tristan rolled him onto his back, and didn't even twitch at the soft, almost nice touches that the other gave him.

as he waited, a Hospital nurse suddenly called him about two hours later, informing him that his... freind, had disappeared. she informed Tristan that it was very important that his freind return, that there was a bleeding in his brain that could kill him. it was very troubling, but not unexpected that Falin should simply escape the hospital. and from Falin's reaction to the pain, it probobly wasn't the first time that it had happened. an hour after the nurse had called, Carlos showed up at the park, looking shaken, but completely unharmed. "it... the Assassin!" he stuttered shaking his head. "i thought i was dead! i woke up in this strange place... couldn't get out! there weren't any doors or windows!" he admitted, stumbling over his own words. "i waited and waited for the air to run out but it never did, i guess there where little vents all over or something... the Assassin came in... he was super pissed!" Carlos admitted. "he was cradling his head like he was in pain and he told me to get the fuck out... so i did!" Carlos admitted swallowing thickly. "he told me that you where in 'the fucking park' so i came here.." he admitted blinking at Tristan, staring at the broken Bow on the ground. "what happened?!"

it was rather surprising to think that an Assassin would honor his word like that. one would think he would have kept Carlos anyway and used the boy to blackmail Tristan instead, but Falin had let him go... which spoke of a Moral code that one wouldn't think to apply to an assassin, or any criminal really. "...Tristan... i could... show you? it's not far away..." Carlos admitted, biting his lip. "he was in bad shape..." Carlos was a good guy, just like Tristan. and the thought of someone dying in some underground bunker, never to be found again.... that troubled Carlos, deep. he was a very spiritual man, and he felt that even murderers deserved a proper burial. so, with his backup. he led the way to a small water fountain, and tipped it back, revealing a rather nicely sized hole, with a ladder underneath. "this is where i came up." he admitted. "the thing closed behind me... there's another hatch at the bottom... it might be locked..." Carlos admitted, biting his lip. "it was pretty big... about house sized, though there weren't any walls... just piles of crap laying around... there was lots of socks, and a lot of underwear... and a shit load of bath goodies... you know like those bath fizzies and smelly bubble baths and crap like that... his bathtub was HUGE!" Carlos admitted, babbling because he was nervous.

once down the ladder, they would find the door not locked, and it was easy to kick the ladder down to the floor. and inside was just as Carlos described it. there where socks, and underwear all over, some of them where pretty damn cute for an assassin. there was a massive hot tub sized bath sunk into the concrete floor, and a large bed over in the corner. there where dressers everywhere, rather large ones. "there's weapons in the dressers... all locked. he has guns, and knives..." Carlos whispered softly as his eyes fell on Falin, who was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hands. "...what the FUCK are you doing!?" Falin demanded, scowling. "i told you to get the hell out!" he spat at Carlos, ignoring Tristan... he looked almost... embarrassed, like passing out because of a bleeding in the brain was something to be embarrassed about... well, at least Falin wasn't attacking them yet... then again, he probobly couldn't.

Lavi Bookman · Dec 1, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

"But that was in self-defense! He didn't intentionally kill someone and plan it out beforehand." Tristan argued and shook his head, wondering if he would ever be able to get through to this man or if the two of them would forever be at odds with eachother. Later, as he waited in the park for the assassin to call him or show up, Tristan found himself thinking once more about the stranger and realized he had never gotten his name. What was his name, anyway? Why should he even care? He was startled out of his thoughts when his cell rang and he picked up, expecting to hear the assassin's voice on the other end of the line but instead it was the hospital, calling to inform him that Falin had disappeared.

Of course, that didn't surprise him much but what came next definitely made him frown. He knew something might have been wrong with the assassin earlier when he had passed out from the pain in his head but a life-threatening condition? Tristan found himself worried, despite what Falin had done to him and to Carlos. He wanted revenge for being raped but at the same time, he didn't want Falin to die either. Not unless it was due to a fight the two of them had in which case it couldn't be helped. Tristan heard a noise from behind him and he turned quickly, expecting to see Falin there but was surprised a second time that afternoon when he saw Carlos stumble into the clearing, apparently mostly unharmed.

"We had a fight and if I won he was going to tell me where you were. But he collapsed mid-way through and I took him to the hospital since I couldn't have him dying without knowing where you were." The blond paused as he ran through the events of what had happened in his mind. "He disappeared from the place and I came back here, thinking he might have returned to continue our fight but apparently he went back to you. What I don't get is why he let you go when our fight wasn't finished." Tristan explained with a frown and nodded when Carlos asked if he wanted to be shown the location. There was no longer any need to seek him out and yet he found himself drawn to find the assassin and save his life.

If he could. By making him return to the hospital. "You took a bath?" The blond inquired with an arched brow when Carlos went on to comment about how huge the bathtub was. He abruptly saw Falin sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hands and came to a halt. Tristan stood in front of Carlos, pushing him off to the side and out of the way should the other male decide to attack. But instead, Falin simply growled and ordered them to leave. "No. Not without you. I want you to come back with me to the hospital. They said your brain is bleeding and if they don't take care of the problem it could become life-threatening. I can't have that happen when there's something I can do about it." He said.

Tristan leveled his gaze at the assassin. "I'm not leaving until you agree to come back with me and get yourself looked at." He said, setting his foot down on the matter. He wasn't going to give up on Falin, no matter what the other male said.

FoxWriter · Dec 1, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Carlos looked astonished. "he collapsed!?... maybe that's why he looked sorta drunk when he let me go... he was sort of... stumbly." Carlos admitted shaking his head a little. "maybe he thought the fight was finished because he collapsed...? after all, he passed out. you could easily have killed him or tied him up... maybe he thought o that as a loss? frankly i'm surprised he kept his word at all... he was pretty pissed..." when the bath was mentioned Carlos blushed a little. "no i did not take a bath, it's just sitting there int he middle of the room!" he complained, sulking at Tristan before looking down at the stairs and freezing as he saw Falin sitting at the table. he was terrified of the assassin, a danger or not Falin just instilled a sensation of terror into a person.

"fuck you! go away!" Falin demanded, staggering to his feet. "i don't need no fucking doctor! why should you even fucking care!? i'm out to kill you, you stupid bastard!" he complained clutching his head. "it's fine!" he spat when Carlos moved forward to try and steady the Assassin. "Go away! Why the Hell do you even care!? i'll fucking Kill you!" "...if... if you where going to kill us... you'd have done it already..." Falin snarled, his eyes flashing with utter Fury at Carlos's comment, the young man squeaking in horror before Falin sighed and sagged back into his chair, still holding his head. "it's fine... the doctors can't do anything for it... it will heal over on it's own." he stated simply. "if it doesn't i have my own doctor who comes and fixes it." he stated simply. "i've had it all my life and it aint killed me yet." he admitted simply, his eyes closed, sounding tired, weary. "you shouldn't even be here you stupid bastard..." Falin complained, scowling at them. "look, we just want to help..." Carlos complained softly, Falin snarling, furious again and in an instant a gun was in his hands and three rounds went off, Carlos freezing... but Falin hadn't hit him, there where three tiny holes in the wall behind him, showing they'd missed by a hair and Falin's eyes narrowed as he aimed the gun again, clear, perfect shot. "the next one won't miss." he hissed, fury in his voice and Carlos, who had never claimed to be brave... simply fled back up the ladder, yelling that he'd be at the hotel.

the gun moved to Tristan, but as soon as Falin sighted in on the other his hand wobbled a little, and he quickly dropped the gun, panting before he shot accidentally. no need to kill his Prey after all. he closed hs eyes, trembling as he struggled to stay awake against the pain that was swamping him... he just wanted to crawl into his bath with a nice bubble, or salt, and just soak away the pain, but clearly that wasn't going to happen. "i want you to go away... you confuse me.." he complained, glaring at Tristan before a flash of something... else, struck his eyes. "...tell you what. if you want me to go back to the hospital so badly, then we'll make another deal. if i go to the hospital, then you have to be mine." he ordered, his desire for the other man still there. he wanted Tristan, he really did, he just wasn't sure why, or what for. sure, sex, that was obvious, but clearly his desire for Tristan wasn't just physical. "if you take me to the hospital, then you have to do anything i tell you to." either the other would agree, or the other would leave... a win win situation.

Lavi Bookman · Dec 5, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Despite everything that had happened and what the assassin had done to the two of them, Tristan still didn't want to give up on the other male. Sure, he knew he was taking a risk but for some reason he didn't think Falin wanted to hurt them anymore. Why would he have saved them from the other assassins? Okay, well if he wanted to take them out himself it would make more sense but then why hadn't he done so earlier if that was the case? He could have killed Carlos after coming back instead of releasing him and yet he hadn't. Tristan frowned when the assassin said he knew about his condition and shook his head, not wanting to let this go because if someone was in need before his eyes he had to help them.

Whether they wanted him to or not. "You should still get yourself checked out by the hospital staff. They might prescribe you something to help with the pain or something at least." The blond said, trying to persuade him to return, if only to get a diagnosis on his condition. He froze in place when Falin fired a gun in their direction but didn't move from his spot next to the other male. As he expected, none of the shots hit either of them although Carlos seemed a bit shaken up at the assassin's actions. Tristan let Carlos leave the place, not wanting to keep him here if the other male didn't want to, and let his blue-green eyes linger on Falin for a moment. What was up with this assassin? He confused him? That was odd.

"What do you mean, I confuse you?" He asked, not sure he understood what Falin was talking about here. Tristan's lips parted when the assassin told him he would go to the hospital if he became his and for a second he didn't know how to respond. Be his? What exactly did that entail? He narrowed his eyes when Falin further explained he had to do anything he told him to do in exchange for him going to the hospital. The blond hesitated, not sure if he wanted to commit himself to an assassin. "How about I become yours for one day?" Tristan said, trying to negotiate with the other male. After all, he was only asking him to go to the hospital for one day, so why should he have to suffer for longer than that in return?

FoxWriter · Dec 5, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin snarled at Tristan's insistence in getting himself checked out. "i don't need to go to the fucking hospital!" he raged furiously as he watched Carlos flee, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. he clearly enjoyed being feared, which was probobly why he wanted Tristan so much... Tristan wasn't afraid of him. "your just so.. DIFFERENT!" he spate angrily at the others confusion. "you don't want to fight even though your clearly capable! you didn't kill me, or torture me even after what i did to you! you SIT there and you try to HELP me even though i'm trying yo KILL you! YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE!" he snarled, groaning as he rubbed his head again, closing his eyes. "stop thinking so loud..." he complained, panting. "your mind makes my head hurt... just go away..." no, Falin couldn't read minds, but strong minds often pushed at his, and Tristan, in the man's stubbornness, was projecting his mind at Falin and it hurt. he stared at the other as he made the deal and he shook his head.

"for every day i spend in that hell hole of a hospital, you have to be mine for an equal day." he growled, closing his eyes as he rubbed his head again. "now will you STOP pushing at me?! fuck... it's like your trying to kill me." he complained, setting his head on his arms to rest as the mind pushing stopped as Tristan got his way. after a moment he slowly got to his feet and started packing an overnight bag. pajamas, several pairs of underwear in case they wanted him to stay for a few days, and he glared at Tristan. "and you have to stay at the hell hole with me... i don't want those fucking doctors slipping poison into my medicine bags!" paranoid, but willing to trust Tristan. after all, the man had his chances to kill Tristan and he hadn't, so that meant that Tristan could be trusted... to an extent. he growled and grumbled the entire way to the hospital, snapped and snarled at the doctors and nurses, but let them run him through an X-ray, and then an MRI, and a Cat-scan as they tried to figure out WHY his brain was bleeding, when there was no damage anywhere... at least that's what it looked like. and by the time they got to the hospital, the bleeding had actually stopped. so there was just a tiny little area that looked like it was bleeding for a while before it vanished and the doctors where baffled.

Tristan complained constantly about their minds pushing at his, and they finally sedated him so he'd shut up, and told Tristan that they wanted to keep him for a few days for observation. Tristan was pretty damn pissed when he found that out, but the promise of having Tristan for an equal number of days made his annoyance just a little less. he laid in the hospital bed, scowling furiously at the blank white walls as the doctors talked to Tristan, explaining that they didn't know what was going on. his brain HAD been bleeding, but now it was like there had never been any damage at all. there where signs of other brain bleeds, things that should have killed Falin several times over... but had done nothing but apparently give him nothing more than a very painfully debilitating migraine. and yet, they still wanted to keep him! which pissed Falin off.

Lavi Bookman · Dec 8, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

"Of course I don't want to fight, I just want everyone to get along with eachother. Sure, a little spar now and then is fine as long as no one gets hurt but fighting to inflict pain on someone is wrong! And fighting to kill someone else is worse, it goes against one of the Ten Commandments." He exclaimed, wondering why Falin felt differently about this concept, he shouldn't because all men were created equal. Tristan tilted his head to the side when the assassin told him to stop thinking so loud and blinked, what did he mean by that? As time passed, he abruptly realized that somehow Falin was able to hear or feel his thoughts or something along those lines. The thought both made him nervous and a bit surprised.

Since that would be considered magic in this day and age. "I suppose." Tristan replied when Falin said he had to be his for each day he was kept at the hospital and let out a little sigh at the thought, well maybe he would get lucky and the other male wouldn't want to fuck. He really didn't want to repeat that particular experience. Not that it was all that bad but he didn't want to go any further down that road. "That's fine, Carlos will come too. I can't leave him alone for an extended period of time. You've seen how people keep coming after him and if I stay with you alone they will definitely find him." The blond said and with that settled, the two of them went to the hospital where a number of things happened.

In the end, Falin was kept for three days and then finally released at the end of the third day due to his complaining to the staff. Carlos was getting the three of them some soda from a nearby vending machine and Tristan was in the room where they were keeping Falin at the moment. "So where do you want to go now? Back to your place?" He asked, waiting for the other male to respond to him.

FoxWriter · Dec 8, 2012

RE: Hunting for Purpose

Falin was in a very sour mood when he was finally released from the hospital. he had bitched at Carlos the entire time, complaining that the man was too freaking happy. Carlos quickly learned not to talk, or smile in Falin's presence. Falin allowed such things from Tristan, but if anyone was too happy around him, including the nurses and doctors, he quickly gave them a tongue lashing which soon had a scowl on their faces instead. he was glad to be out of the hospital, and lounged in the bed signing release papers, glancing at Tristan when he asked the question. "i don't know." he admitted simply. "i don't much like this city." he admitted simply. "i think i might only stay a few more days before moving on." he mused. certainly three days of having Tristan all to himself for a few days would ease this strange, desperate desire to... hell Falin didn't even know... he just wanted Tristan, the man baffled him... and yet, didn't annoy him like the rest of the world did. "it's safer at my house." he mused simply. "the chipper bastard can even come with." Falin refused to call Carlos by name. which was probobly a good thing because Carlos was still rather terrified of Falin.

"this is a bad idea." Carlos whispered to Tristan when he returned with the soda as Falin finished the paperwork, got out of bed, stripped completely nude, and walked into the bathroom for a shower, Carlos flushing brightly. "...not much modesty in that one is there?" but even Carlos had to admit... Falin had a very nice body. "...he burned my bible..." he complained, sulking at Tristan. "i get the feeling my attempts at converting him have gone badly..." he admitted, shaking his head. "i don't like how obsessed he is with you Tristan... it's not healthy and it's certainly not going to end well for either of you..." he muttered, worried about his freind. Falin was a bad man, immoral and completely without conscience. "he's going to do terrible things to you Tristan... you can't save him..." Carlos whispered, looking worried. "and you might be risking your Soul to try..." Carlos whispered softly grimacing as Falin came back out, and glared at the new bible in Carlos's hand's. the boy clutched it close to him, his eyes flashing with fear as Falin sneered at him, or more like the book that Carlos was protecting, and walked out of the hospital, fully expecting Tristan to simply follow him.

this time, Falin didn't go to the Park, he simply hailed a Taxi, waited for Tristan and Carlos to get in, gave the driver an Address, and napped until they got there. once they reached the edge of the city, where the buildings turned into grass and nature, Falin paid the Driver and headed out, Carlos glancing at Tristan. "...another underground house... he's more animal than man, i think... he's... feral..." Carlos was clearly very unhappy about all of this, but Tristan was his only protection, and he was following Falin, so Carlos was following Tristan. Falin led the way to a tree stump, and slid it out of the way with his foot, sliding down into the nicely large hole that was underneath, Carlos sighing a little. "well... at least we won't be found anytime soon..." Carlos grumbled, following Falin down, looking amazed at what he found inside... it was a house, an actual house... true, there where no windows, but there where doors, and rooms, a fully working kitchen, even a living room with Cable and everything. "this is one of my houses.. make yourselves at home i guess." clearly, Falin was regretting the deal he had made, but... he intended on getting something out of having to stay in the hospital.

Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

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