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Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

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Of course the thought of having the assassin move out of the city within a few days was both satisfying and also troubling although Tristan wasn't entirely sure why he felt that way. He should be glad the other male was moving out of his life but there was something in the pit of his stomach that told him if he let Falin go, things wouldn't be as safe as they were now. But that made no sense, after all Falin was an assassin and was after Carlos's life. Why would he feel safe in the presence of an assassin? That made no sense. "I see. Where will you go?" He found himself asking and then chided himself silently, it wasn't as if Falin would tell him the truth, assassins thrived on secrecy. That was to be expected.

He glanced over at Carlos who was whispering that this was a bad idea and tilted his head to the side. "In what way?" The blond asked softly while Falin's attention was directed elsewhere. Tristan tried to direct his eyes elsewhere when Falin unexpectedly stripped naked in front of them but couldn't help watching him out of the corner of his eye. He really did have a nice body but he already knew that from having been raped by him before. The thought made his cock twitch and he had to crush his feelings in order to prevent himself from getting a boner in the hospital, that was the last thing he needed to let Falin see here. "It's not like I'm going to be with him forever. It's only a few days." Not too long.

"What's more, I can't break my promise or God will hate me." Tristan whispered over to Carlos and let out a sigh when he was told he couldn't save him and that he was going to do terrible things to him. "I can handle whatever he does to me and you don't know if he can be saved or not. Sometimes it just takes the right person to do it." He looked back over at Falin who had slid off his hospital bed and was now standing. The assassin walked out of the room and Tristan followed him until they had reached the edge of the sidewalk outside the hospital. There they waited while Falin called them a taxi and when they reached one of his other residences, Tristan looked around taking in the scenery around the place.

"There's nothing wrong with living underground as long as you have electricity and working water and heat." He told Carlos reprovingly. The blond smiled when he saw the inside of the house and nudged Carlos with his arm as if to say 'what did I tell you' and glanced over at Falin as the male introduced them to his residence. "So what did you want to do?" Tristan asked, being blunt about what he was thinking about right now.
 
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Falin glared at Tristan's question and shook his head. "it's none of your damn business." he growled, annoyed that his life was being pried into. he was really regretting getting involved with Tristan, he really was. he should have just killed the bastards, and been done with it. "a few days is long enough for you to think you've fallen in love with him Tristan." Carlos whispered. "i see the way you look at him when you think we're not paying attention..." he admitted softly. "bad things will happen Tristan... you have to see that! nothing good will come from Falin... he's a bad man... and i don't know if he can be saved or not, but i'm damn sure your going to be the one who ends up changing if you bundle up with him." Carlos admitted, looking oh so very worried about his freind. he didn't care if Tristan liked men, hell Carlos's elder brother liked men, Carlos didn't think it was a Sin... but he was worried about what Falin would do to Tristan's soul... but he had to admit, Tristan had a point... it was wrong to break promises. Tristan had promised to save Falin... and Falin had agreed... if Tristan backed out on the promise now... who knew what kind of agony Falin would cause the two of them.

"i have working water and heat." Falin stated suddenly, staring at Carlos. "and you don't have to worry about me and pretty there... how did you put it? 'Bundling up?' i don't do long term relationships." Carlos went bright red as he realized Falin had heard every word, and he swallowed thickly as Falin stepped forward, grabbing the front of Carlos's shirt, and pulled him in close, matching their lips. Carlos made a strangled sound, shocked and terrified and a little disgusted as Falin kissed him. poor Carlos was too shocked, and too afraid of Falin to do anything but stand there and let it happen, but it only lasted a few brief seconds, Falin grunting, clearly displeased with the way Carlos had reacted, and walked away. leaving a quivering, tear filled Carlos with Tristan to come to terms with what had happened. "i... i need to go be sick now..." Carlos admitted softly, turning on his heal and moving into the bathroom to be sick, and try and scrub Falin off of him. Falin himself moved into a bedroom, and glared at the ceiling for a little while, clearly thinking very hard about something as he watched Tristan come to terms with the feelings of jealousy that he had experienced from watching Falin kiss Carlos.

it had been more of a test for himself, than anything else. he knew Carlos wasn't Gay, but for Falin, there was nothing better than raping a straight man... so why did the thought of raping Carlos suddenly disgust him? why did he feel guilty about that kiss? was it because of Tristan, or something else?... it was a bad idea... this whole thing was a bad, bad idea... if anyone was going to be changing... it certainly wasn't going to be Tristan. Tris had too much of a moral code to change too much... Falin had none... or at least, he used to not have one... sure he had his rules... no children or pregnant women... but that was different, wasn't it?... what the hell was Tristan doing to him!?
 
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Of course the assassin's response was what he had expected it to be and a sigh escaped his lips. But before he could say anything in return, Carlos had started to speak, drawing his attention away from the other male. Tristan's cheeks heated up when Carlos made an assumption of him falling in love with Falin and he shook his head, not wanting to consider that the idea was even possible. "I'm not in love with him and never will be!" He exclaimed in a harsh whisper to his companion. "I'm not into men, you know." Tristan added and crossed his arms against his chest as his lips twitched at the thought of him being interested in others of the same sex. "What do you mean, the way I look at him? I don't look at him any differently than I would anyone else! If my attention is on him more often than others, it's only because he's interesting to me and I want to try and bring him back to the light."

He said with a scowl and turned away from the other male. However, a few seconds later he and Carlos both became aware that their previous conversation had been heard by Falin and he felt his heart skip a beat. Damn it, he hadn't meant to let the assassin hear their words. "Oi, I don't do any sort of relationships with men. Don't make any assumptions just because you - " He trailed off, not wanting to say the word. Men didn't get raped. Only women fit that particular category. Well, he was sure both of them knew what he was talking about and Tristan was about to turn away again when Falin reached out and grabbed Carlos by the shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. The blond's eyes widened at the sight of Falin kissing Carlos and froze for a minute.

Tristan didn't understand the feelings that arose within him at the sight of Falin kissing someone else. He wanted to grab Carlos, yank him back and take his spot himself and yet that would go directly against what he had just said. When Falin released Carlos and the latter had run to the bathroom to wash his mouth out, Tristan turned around and stalked over to the couch in the room without a word. "Why did you do that?" He finally asked from his position on the piece of furniture, not looking around to see Falin and stared at the table in front of him as he picked at his fingernails idly. From the tone of his voice it was obvious he was trying not to let any sort of emotion seep through because his tone was indifferent for the most part.

But he really wanted to know the reason behind what Falin had done. Not that he expected any sort of truthful answer from the assassin. After all, he had told him none of this was any of his business. But still, he couldn't let it go. "What do you intend on doing with me these next few days?"
 
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Carlos gave Tristan a look which clearly stated that he didn't beleive Tristan. "why shouldn't you be attracted to Falin? he's very handsome, even i have to admit that." Carlos admitted simply. "it's not something you have to hide from you know." he admitted. "half of my Family is Gay." he admitted. "trust me... i know it when i see it. your infatuated and fighting it." he shrugged. "can't blame you for fighting it, an i'm very certain that you can't bring him to the light Tristan... he's a killer... and he enjoys it, he's not going to stop just because your afraid for his immortal soul." he admitted with a shake of his head before tensing as he was kissed... it was just so wrong! he didn't mind Homosexuality. not in the least... but he did NOT like being hit on by the same sex... it screamed at him and he fled as soon as was possible while Falin scowled and looked at Tritan, looking almost... troubled.

he blinked at Tristan for a moment, and it almost seamed like Falin wasn't going to answer and then. "i was... i was trying to deny you. deny what you do to me... i thought maybe if i tormented someone else i would forget about you and your precious hair and your beautiful eyes, and the way you smell like sweets..." he scowled, seaming to realize he had said too much. "it didn't work... i didn't even enjoy his horror... your doing things to me and i don't like it." he complained with a growl, his eyes narrowed darkly as he played with a small hand knife in his fingers, running the pads of his fingers along the blade as if it was a cat. it seamed to calm him down. "i don't like this... you make me feel... badly." he growled. "guilty, and i don't know why..." he complained with a hiss before he stared at Falin, his eyes narrowed as Tristan asked what he wanted to do for the next couple of days. "...i don't know." he admitted simply. "i want to fuck you almost as much as i want to see how long it takes you to scream in pain..." he admitted. "i want to ignore you, and forget you ever existed.. but the thought of actually doing it makes me hurt inside... i don't know what to do with you..."

well... that was more information than Tristan had gotten since meeting the assassin. Falin sighed and flopped back onto the couch, closing his eyes. "...i wasn't born you know." he admitted suddenly. staring at the ceiling. "i was made... created... i had a birth, the same as you... but i was designed to be the way i am..." he admitted, staring at the ceiling for a long moment before shaking his head. "from birth... i was trained to be a warrior... to be an assassin... the thing puking in my bathroom is right. you cannot change me Tristan, and it is stupid to try."
 
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"But I've never been interested in men before. Why should I start now?" Tristan growled, not liking the fact that it seemed as if everyone was trying to push him towards admitting that Falin was attractive. He let out a sigh when Carlos spoke of how it was futile to try and help save him and shook his head. Of course it was a longshot but he had always liked longshots. Once Carlos had disappeared from the room and the assassin was in the midst of answering his question, Tristan glanced back over his shoulder at the other male. "What do I do to you?" He asked curiously, wanting to know more about his influence on Falin since it could come in handy later on to use. When Falin spoke of feeling guilty, the blond's lips twitched with amusement.

He inclined his head. "That's your soul calling out to you." The blond murmured with a faint smile and reached out to lightly run his fingers down the other male's cheek in an almost affectionate manner. "You should listen to it before it's too late." He added and his muscles tensed ever so slightly when Falin spoke of wanting to fuck him and also see him scream in pain. Okay, that was not really something he wanted to have happen. But the assassin's next words were a bit more confusing and he tilted his head to the side. Could Carlos be wrong and Falin was changing because of him? Could Tristan be right about what he had said before? Maybe he was changing him for the better. He blinked when Falin suddenly told him he hadn't been born.

But had been created instead. "Evolution is a funny thing, it can change anything in the end. All it takes is time." The blond reminded Falin with a slight smile. Yes, he was sure he could end up changing him as long as Falin gave him time and didn't try to kill him along the way! "How do you feel? Do you need me to do anything for you? What about food?" Tristan asked, wanting to make things comfortable for the other male. Things to take care of him could probably be found in his place somewhere. But food on the other hand was more tricky. He wanted to get Falin some good food and not just anything to munch on. But what could he get him? Delivery maybe? Go out to a restaurant? But that was risky since someone was still after Carlos.

Maybe he could grab some ingredients and cook something up for the three of them? "Do you have a craving for anything in particular?" Tristan asked.
 
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Carlos had to smirk at Tristan's obvious idiocy. "whose to say you just didn't KNOW you where interested? after all, third graders don't know they like someone, even if it's obvious to everyone else that they do." he pointed out, looking close to laughing at the look on Tristan's face. Falin was much less amused and he glared furiously at Tristan's comment of a soul, and the words that he then spoke where filled with such loathing and hatred, that Carlos probobly would have pissed himself if he'd still been there. "i have no soul!" Falin hissed, but calmed at the gentle touches, looking confused, angry, and upset. whatever was happening to him, it was clearly displeasing the Assassin to a major degree. the gold eyes of the Assassin bore into Tristan for a long moment as he spoke about change, and there was rage... and fear, in those eyes.

"i don't want to change." he hissed softly. "i enjoy killing... i like to cause pain. i was born with it, i am sadistic, little more than a demon and i ENJOY it!" Falin hissed, a sense of delight and anticipation emanating from his voice as he spoke of his... hobby. then he sank back into the couch and resumed stroking his knife, and promptly told Tristan to 'shut up' if he tried to resume the conversation. Falin clearly wanted nothing more said about.... changing. "i feel fine." he grumbled, glad for the subject change. "and yes, i want food." he ordered simply. "i want meat. something red... there's steaks in the fridge. make mine bloody." he ordered simply, clearly not in the least bit ashamed to make demands of Tristan. after all, he did 'own' the beautiful brat for the following few days. might as well make use of him. in the kitchen, there where only a few pans and a single pot. most of the food was canned, bagged, or boxed int he cupboards. there was nothing in the freezer except for a thing of Neapolitan Ice-Cream. and the fridge was stuffed with steaks, chicken breasts, and pork-chops. things that where easy to cook and didn't take much time... clearly, Falin wasn't much of a cook.

Carlos came back out, looking jumpy and a little green, but Falin ignored him completely, much to the poor guy's great relief. in fact, Falin stood up at one point, told them not to bother him upon pain of death, and vanished into his bathroom for an hour and a half. "...i think he's taking a bath..." Carlos muttered as he watched steam seep out of the bathroom door. "...Tris? i think he's insane... completely, and totally insane..." he admitted, blinking at Tristan. "...do you really think he's going to let you go?" he asked, blinking at his freind. "are you sure he hasn't just tricked you here so he can use, and kill us at his pleasure?"
 
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Tristan shook his head when Falin spoke of not wanting to change and tried to convince him that he enjoyed killing and liked to cause pain, even going so far as to label himself as a sadist which wasn't too much of a stretch since he was an assassin. But Tristan didn't believe it for a second, after all there was always some good in others and vise versa. The blond was as good as they came but even he had his dark moments. No one was complete unless they had some good and evil inside them which in turn meant Falin had some good that he either wasn't aware of or was trying to ignore and pretend it didn't exist in him for some reason. "No one likes to change. Or thinks they will easily. But it happens nonetheless." Tristan told him.

But subsided into silence when Falin told him to shut up soon after his last words. However, he had said his piece and didn't have anything further to say and remained quiet for now. He would give Falin a little bit of time to think about his words. "Okay, I'll go make something for you then." Tristan told him with a nod and headed over to the kitchen to fix the other male up with a nice, rare steak. He discovered the types of food Falin tended to have were things that didn't require much effort to make. Microwavable or easily prepared. But then he didn't much care for cooking unless it was one of the challenges he and Kai were participating in together. Come to think of it, there weren't many microwavable things in the freezer here.

Or rather none. Interesting. Tristan looked over when Carlos came back to the room and then turned his attention back to the stove where he continued to cook the three steaks. He looked in the fridge and took out some mashed potatoes in a plastic container and heated them up as well in a pot on the stove. Then, he sliced some carrots and green beans together and cooked them as well in a separate pot. Once the food was finished, he placed the food onto large serving plates and then carried the three plates over to the table. He placed regular sized plates on the table and then put a large serving fork next to each of the three serving plates and went over to put a pitcher of ice water and a bottle of wine on the table along with three glasses.

"Let's eat!" He called out, hoping Falin could hear them from wherever he was. "Of course not. He's changing and I hope it will be for the better. Don't worry about it!" Tristan said with a smile and glanced over at the door for a moment. "I'll be back in a second. I want to make sure Falin heard me." The blond rose from the table and made his way over to the door that Falin had disappeared into earlier. He knocked on it and then tried the knob. "Falin? Dinner's ready. You going to come out soon?" Tristan asked as he waited for an answer.
 
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Carlos watched while Tristan worked, well aware that he'd just get in the way. the kitchen just wasn't large enough for two people. Carlos grimaced at Tristan's 'happy go lucky' nature and shook his head, arguing with Tristan was about as good as arguing with a shark. he just ate up all the common sense and shat it back out. very frustrating. he sat down at the table and waited for Falin and Tristan to come back, wondering why Falin had even allowed him to join the two? he shook his head, well aware that Falin had heard them... and that he was still completely naked in the bath still, waiting for Tristan to show up so he could molest his freind... again. how did he know? it was just common sense.

and he was right. as soon as the knob turned, the door eased open easily, and Falin was standing in front of a full length mirror, completely bare ass naked. there was something there too, on Falin's back, something that Tristan wouldn't have noticed before... a Tattoo across his lower back, like a tramp stamp... serial numbers, as if Falin was a... was a thing. there was even a bar-code above the numbers, as if he was a grocery item, or a fancy toy... he also had a very nice ass, the globes firm and the exact same color as the rest of him, indicating that Falin either didn't get any sun at all... or that the time he did spend lengthy times in the sun, he didn't wear anything. he finally turned, blinking at Tristan, his head tilted a little, a smug little smirk twitching at his lips. the man wasn't in the least bit wet, and there was no water in the bathtub... Falin clearly just wanted to give Tristan a chance to ogle his naked glory. "i'll be there in a while." he promised simply. "i need to get dressed first." he admitted simply, his lips still twitching as his eyes scanned Tristan from head to toe.

"you know, you really do wear too many clothes." he stated, striding over to the other, stalking around Tristan slowly as he pondered. "perhaps a tight pair of shorts... and a collar, yes, with a leash." he purred, his hand stroking the length of Tristan's neck. "i'll have to leave a mark o course... something permanent, something that lets the world know that your MINE." he growled, gripping Tristan's chin and pulling the others head out of the way, ignoring the attempts of struggles as he bent his head and traced the beating pulse with the tip of his tongue, savoring the others taste before his mouth locked on, his teeth gripping as he sucked, and sucked hard. making sure it hurt, but his tongue quickly soothed away the pain as he pulled away, examining the dark purple hickey he'd left behind. "that will do for now." and then the Assassin was walking down the hall, still naked, to find clothes for Dinner.
 
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Perhaps it was because Tristan always believed the best in people that he tried so hard to make them change for the better. Of course, sometimes it didn't work out but as long as he tried his hardest, he could accept that even if he didn't like it. Tristan blinked when the door to the bathroom opened without a hitch and he felt his cheeks heat up upon seeing Falin's naked form standing in front of the mirror. The first thing he noticed was the assassin's butt cheeks and the next thing was the extremely strange tattoo across the man's lower back and his brow furrowed upon seeing it. He let his blue-green eyes flicker up to Falin's face when the other male spoke and nodded, trying to remember how to breathe. Falin's body was like a work of art and he wondered why he couldn't take his eyes off him. This had never happened before. Sure he had stared at others for just as long a time but only because he had wanted to know the best possible way to help and change them. This time, he had been thinking of something completely different and it bothered him because the reason was somewhat embarrassing. No, scratch that, extremely embarrassing. Not just to say but to even think about!

So far he hadn't said a single word in response. He hadn't been able to think of anything to say after having seen Falin in all his glory. "Huh?" Tristan managed to get out when Falin spoke of him wearing too many clothes. Due to his current train of thought, he wasn't able to react fast enough before Falin had reached him and couldn't help the shudder that rushed throughout him when the assassin spoke of him wearing a tight pair of shorts, a collar and a leash. Of course he didn't want something like that to happen but the thought of Falin doing it to him made his blood rush and his breath quicken. The feeling of Falin stroking his neck sent tingles down his spine. "I don't - " He started to say, not wanting Falin to leave any permanent marks on him, but was cut off when Falin gripped his chin and pulled his head out of the way to trace his beating pulse with the tip of his tongue. By now, his heartbeat was skyrocketing through the roof and for a while things continued in this manner. That is until he let out a sound of protest when Falin started to suck on his neck. He wasn't entirely sure why but was torn between wanting to let him continue or to stop him from doing this.

It was a difficult decision.

Then, out of nowhere, Falin started to get a bit more violent, letting his teeth dig into the skin beneath them, as he sucked harder on his neck and Tristan yelped as he tried to draw back, not liking the pain being inflicted onto him. He was unaware of the hickey that Falin had left on him until the assassin's last words. When Falin left him alone finally, he fought to control his breathing and then examined the mark on his neck which was in a most awkward location to hide from view. With no other choice, he combed his fingers through his long blond hair and then arranged the hair to fall over his shoulders in order to hide the mark from sight. After all, he didn't really want Carlos to see it or else the man would most likely start to argue with him again about how Falin was just using him which wasn't true! Tristan came back into the room he had left Carlos in, expecting Falin to be there, and took a seat at the table. "So let's eat!" He said with a smile and started to serve himself some food. After a few minutes he looked up and cleared his throat, wanting to break the silence that was reigning in the room. "So what are you two going to be doing tonight after dinner?" He asked.

"You guys want to do something together? Maybe watch a movie or play a game or something? What are you interested in, Falin?" The blond asked, trying to get some interaction going between them all.
 
Falin clearly didn't care what Tristan did, or did not want, because he did it anyway, smirking at the speeding pulse and the racing heart and the yelp as Falin actually bit. his grip tightened when the other tried to get away, but the only bruise he inflected was the one on the others neck, a smirk on his lips as he left, humming happily as he realized that he could probobly handle keeping Tristan around. the boy was rather... cute, how he was always trying to... 'help' Falin. if Tristan wanted to waste his time on such an endeavor, then who was Falin to argue? no, Falin would never actually admit that he was rather lonely, and that he enjoyed Tristan's attention, he would never admit it... but that wouldn't make it any less true. he got dressed in a pair of leather pants and a wife beater and left it at that so he could eat his food, sitting in silence as they ate, feeling amused with how jumpy the damn Carlos was. he'd never admit it, but he rather found Carlos amusing. especially when Carlos nearly jumped out of his skin, just like that! as soon as Tristan spoke, the man nearly crapped himself.

"interests?" Falin asked, looking about ready to bust a gut. 'killing and sex i suppose, don't count, hmm?" he asked before shaking his head. "i enjoy watching some movies i suppose." he mused. "mostly i spend my time working, not much time for... hobbies." he admitted, making a face as he shook his head. "i have never played games. we may try that if you are so insistent." Carlos perked up at that. "we could teach him how to play Poker!" "...is that a sex game?" "NO!" Carlos blanched, turning bright red at the same time, it was an interesting look for the guy. "it's a card game." "pity." Falin muttered as he finished up his meal before leaning back in his chair examining them all intently, his head tilted. "very well, i will learn how to play Poker." he decided, curious despite himself as he got up, went into a desk and pulled out a deck of cards. "how many decks?" Carlos carefully explained the rules, Falin listening intently as he nodded before he handed the cards to Tristan to start the game. Falin proved to be very, very bad at Poker. he had a great poker face, but he couldn't read the others faces either, and kept getting confused about the 'bet' and 'call' system. he also kept forgetting what the card patterns meant until Carlos wrote them down for him... not that it helped much.

Falin didn't seam to care that he was loosing though, he actually seamed to be enjoying himself as he lost another hand, and Carlos seamed to be calming down as well as Falin complained that he wanted to learn a different card game. it was to Carlos's shock that Falin pulled out a cribbage board and ordered Carlos to teach him how to play that as well. so, they played Cribbage, which Falin also lost, though he did seam to enjoy that as well. "you know... i just realized." Carlos muttered softly to Tristan when Falin went into the kitchen to get them all some beers. "...he never had a childhood, did he? i think... i think you might have been right." he admitted, blinking at Tristan. "Falin isn't bad... he just..." he shrugged. "i think he's keeping us around because he's lonely..." no he wasn't! Falin was NEVER Lonely! he was above such things!... yeah he was lying to himself but he'd never admit that either. he went back in, handed out the beers and asked about other games that they could play with three people. nope, not lonely, not one little bit.
 
"No, killing and sex are not things I would list under interests." Tristan said as he gave Falin a stern look, after all they didn't want to upset Carlos who was also with them. The blond was overly considerate and if Falin wanted to do anything intimate, then he would have to make sure Carlos wasn't around or accept the fact that Tristan would probably fight against him in the process. "So what do you do for work, exactly?" He asked, wondering if Falin was self-employed or if he worked for an organization in particular. Surprised when Falin admitted he had never played games before, Tristan was about to ask more about that when Carlos interrupted them. The blond smiled upon seeing how into this Carlos was.

He let his eyes flicker from Carlos to Falin and then back to the former when Falin asked if poker was a sex game. "Well, there is a game called Strip Poker." He teased, knowing his words would make Carlos blush again. Five hours later, Falin went into the kitchen to grab them some beers and Tristan smiled when Carlos leaned over to comment about the assassin. "I know, no one's that bad without a reason. Everyone has a story and everyone can be saved, it's just a matter of wanting to be saved and I want to save as many people as I can." Tristan said with a nod and the rest of the night passed by in a blur with them playing almost every single card game known to man, along with a few other fun games.

The following morning, Tristan groaned as he felt a rather nasty headache make its appearance in his skull and tried to roll over in his bed. Only to find something solid there instead of the pillow. He didn't remember putting anything beside him on the bed last night. Then again, he didn't remember even getting to bed last night. The blond blinked and his blue-green eyes came to rest on a naked figure beside him on the mattress. Falin. For a moment, he didn't make the connection and he simply stared at the naked assassin next to him without saying or doing anything. Then, he became aware that he was naked too and there was a leather collar around his neck, complete with a short leather leash as well.

The end of which was wrapped around Falin's hand. "What the hell?!" He exclaimed and tried to sit up in bed, only to find that if he did so, it would pull on the leash which might wake the assassin up in the process. No, he was going to have to try and remove the collar while lying down if he didn't want to wake the other male. So, Tristan slowly brought his hands up and began to try and undo the device around his neck. Only to find out that the collar was locked. Well that was just great. What the hell had happened last night? He had no memory of any of this happening, they had played countless games and drank lots of beers. He remembered all that but after getting drunk...well everything became hazy.

Tristan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Think. Okay, if the collar was locked and Falin was holding the end of the leash, it meant he had probably put it on him and that meant he most likely had the key which in turn meant the key was somewhere in the room... But that didn't help him! He still had to move from the bed to wherever the key was! And he wanted to do it without waking Falin up! Not to mention the fact that he definitely didn't want Carlos to see him like this because the other male would freak out. Tristan chewed on his bottom lip as he tried to come up with a plan here. Something had to be done but what on earth could he do? Maybe he could slide the leash away from Falin.

If he did it gently and slowly he might be able to get it out from underneath his hand. Yes, that was the best option at this time.
 


Falin hated to admit it, but he really WAS enjoying having these two around. he was even starting to warm up a little to Carlos. apparently, for as... innocent, as the man was, he knew a LOT of nasty jokes that had Falin laughing so hard he'd nearly pissed himself. he couldn't remember much of last night, eighteen beers in a three hour period would do that to you. he did know that he'd blacked out sometime in-between trying to make something called Nachos, and getting a lap dance from Tristan. he also knew that his head was pounding in a very unpleasant way, his mouth tasted disgusting, and there was something moving on his bed that was very annoying. he groaned as he felt something on his hand, something soft and warm that felt entirely too good, and he tightened his hand around the whatever it was that he was holding. he sighed and ticked his head into the pillow and went still again, realizing that there was someone in his bed. he hoped to god it was Tristan and not Carlos... actually that brought up questions...

he was naked, and from what he could feel of the other, it was pretty obvious he was naked too. so what the hell was in his hand? he raised his head slowly and forced his eyes open, blinking at the rope?... no, a leash, in his hand. he frowned, looking baffled as he examined the length of fabric that was wrapped tightly around his hand. "the hell?" he asked, wincing at the sound of his own voice before he followed the leash up to the collar that was wrapped around Tristan's neck. he scowled harder, trying to remember where in the hell he had gotten a leash and collar, before remembering the cute little sex slave he'd had about four years ago... the locking collar! yes it had been stashed up in a closet after he'd gotten bored with the slave and set it free. it had only lasted a week really before he'd gotten bored, which was partially why this... whatever it was, with Tristan was so baffling. he groaned again, trying to kill himelf with the pillow, if only to stop the pain. he HATED Hangovers!

"i blame you for this! stop breathing so loudly!" he whined, pausing to consider what it was he was supposed to be doing... oh right, remembering how he had gotten into this state. he released the leash from his tight grip and started feeling around for his pants, the Key would be there he was sure. he finally had to sit up and scowled as he realized no clothes where anywhere in sight. he grimaced and groaned again as someone knocked on the door and he gave up on trying to face the world. he just rolled onto his side and yanked the covers over his head in an attempt to block everything out.

"uh... guys? if your awake.. i have your clothes here!" that was Carlos! sounding utterly horrified and amused at the same time. "and please... next time we have a 'game night'... Strip dancing is NOT a proper game!" he complained, Falin whining as he reached around and grabbed hold of an alarm clock and threw it at the door, hoping to make the man shut up. "ooh! bit of a GROUCH this morning are we? well then you shouldn't have drunk so many beers!... cover yourself up i'm coming in!" there was a pause and the door opened, Falin growling and grumbling under his breath as he curled up into the fetal position in yet another futile attempt to ignore Carlos, who had his hand over his eyes and a pile of clothes in the other, which he dropped on the floor and then walked out, running into the doorjamb on the way because he refused to open his eyes. which was funny, but not amusing enough to pull Falin out of his alcohol induced misery. at least the Assassin was still acting rather like a normal person instead of simply trying to kill everything for making his head pound.
 
No! He had been just about to untangle the leash from around the assassin's hand when Falin's grip had tightened around the leather at the last moment. Of course if that hadn't been enough trouble, Falin also decided to raise his head and open his eyes now. Tristan froze when the assassin looked over and muttered a few words in his direction, expressing his confusion as to what had happened. The blond gave him a half-smile as he raised a hand in the air and waved at him, feeling somewhat stupid but nothing else came to mind. "Hi..." He managed to get out, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his current position. Of course, by now it was obvious neither of them remembered what had happened.

But that made things even more embarrassing, at least to him. "Sorry..." Tristan apologized when Falin told him to stop breathing so loudly and winced as his own head began to pound again from him merely speaking. "So I take it you don't remember anything either?" He asked, just to make sure. Tristan had every intention to start looking for the key as well when Falin dropped the leash but the sight of the assassin's naked body made his heart begin to pound and he felt dizzy just looking at the other male. But that was probably because of the hangover. He blinked when a knock was heard on the door and glanced over at it as Falin quickly yanked the covers of the bed over his head. What a cute reaction!

Oh, so their clothes were outside the room? What had gone on last night?! Oh god, wait had they really played strip poker? He couldn't remember but if they had... who had won? Why had both he and Falin been naked and why were they in the bedroom rather than out there? Strip dancing? Tristan blinked as he tried to remember and had a flash of him dancing towards Falin in an attempt to seduce him and shook his head quickly. No, that was just his imagination, he hadn't really done something as embarrassing as that, right? The blond's eyes widened when Carlos said he was coming in and he quickly dove under the sheets too, only letting his head emerge. Luckily the sheets covered his neck where the collar was.

So although the top part of his head was visible, Carlos wouldn't be able to see the collar and leash. But when Carlos came in, Tristan noticed he had his eyes closed and he breathed a sigh of relief. "You have a hangover, Carlos?" He asked, wondering if Carlos was the only one who might remember what had happened last night. If that was true, he had to get him to tell him what he had done. How he had gotten into Falin's bedroom and into this mess. As long as they were able to find the key, everything would be fine. They could go back to how they had been before although all three of them had become a bit more close after last night. Not in the literal sense, at least he hoped not. Well, not in Carlos's case.
 

Falin groaned as the other kept speaking. "i remember you declaring it was time for strip poker. i remember Carlos going bright red... i remember him winning every damn hand... i remember you getting bored and trying to seduce me..." he paused for a long moment. "i remember you waking me up with your heavy ass breathing." well that wasn't much to go on. still, Carlos probobly knew what happened. Carlos quickly deposited the clothes and promised in a not very quiet voice that he would have a light breakfast and painkillers ready for them only if they got their asses out of bed post haste. "annoying bastard... i should have shot him when i had the chance." Falin grumbled, but the thought of painkillers and breakfast was too pleasant to pass up. he staggered around the bed, paused and then nodded. "yup, i'm gonna be sick..." and with that, he was in the connected bathroom, puking up what alcohol was still in his belly. then he was back out, looking just a tiny bit better, not much, but a little bit as he started sorting through the clothes, trying to figure out which ones where his, checking every pocket for the little silver key.

"Damn. not here either. might have to pick the damn lock." he muttered, examining Tristan in the dog collar, a lecherous little smirk spreading his lips. "though, you do look very good like that." he teased before he finally decided that these pants where his, and yanked them on, not even bothering with the two sets of clean unders that Carlos had provided. Falin staggered out of the room, smelling the boxed food that Carlos had prepared. it was most likely oatmeal and runny pancakes, but food was food and Falin didn't care. he slumped into the table, and groaned as Carlos smirked and loudly asked Falin how he was feeling. it was clear that Carlos in fact, did NOT have a hangover. "shut up you little shit!" Falin ordered, Carlos snickering as he slid the high grade painkillers over to Falin who swallowed down three like they where candy. "and as for your curiosity Tristan, yes i do recall everything that happened last night." he chirped simply as he flipped a pancake, grimacing as he realized he'd just torn it in half.

"lets see. after your fifth, maybe sixth beers, you both decided that the games we where playing where boring." he admitted simply. "so we started playing Strip Poker. i, being the genius that i am, cheated so i wouldn't have to lose any clothes." he ignored Falin's sour 'i knew it' and continued on. "after you lost everything but your under britches you decided to play 'Double Dare'. i'm not sure it's a real game honestly, considering all you guys did was dare each other to do weird things. Falin ended up drinking Tabasco sauce and Tristan... well, you really don't want to know." he admitted looking faintly green. "then Falin pulls out the collar your wearing and dares you to act like a horny bitch." Falin snorted, amused by that. "... you did very well..." Carlos admitted, with a timid, almost horrified look. "i left the room at that point as you where quite intent on sucking Falin's balls out of his dick." Falin laughed, and shook his head. "i don't remember ANY of that..." he complained, rubbing his eyes. "shit. i haven't had a night like that since i was six." Carlos stared at Falin with wide eyes. "...you got drunk when you where a child?" "no. i'm talking about the game Double Dare. it was a game we kids used to play, trying to out do each other in tests of bravery and skill... course we where too young so we found other ways. drinking crap that was disgusting like sour milk and soy sauce. the teachers even used to get in on it." he admitted with a grin.

"oh and here's the Key." Carlos chirped, sliding the little silver key over to Tristan. "and have we learned any lessons?" "yeah, don't invite the Church Humper to a drinking party." Falin stated, Carlos turning a funny shade of red as he glared at Falin and said very loudly in punishment. "YOUR JUST JEALOUS I'M MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU!" Falin just groaned, covered his ears and buried his head into his knees as if trying to escape the world. Carlos just snickered, pleased with the rather human response, and winced as he realized he'd burnt the pancakes. "ah crap..."
 
God, whatever had possessed him to introduce the concept of strip poker to the other male? Of course he knew the answer to that question even before he had finished asking it in his head. He wanted Falin to experience everything that life had to offer so he might reconsider his chosen profession and attempt to make something more of his life. But he hadn't expected to be naked when he had woken up, much less in bed with Falin and in such a compromising position on top of that! Tristan felt his cheeks start to burn when Falin mentioned what he remembered of last night and cleared his throat as he let his eyes flicker off to the side. "Well, I hope I didn't do or say anything too weird last night and if I did..."

"Well, then I apologize." He said and raised a brow when Falin muttered he should have shot him when he had the chance. "Falin, don't say those things in front of Carlos, you might scare him." The blond remarked as he leaned over to punch Falin on the shoulder lightly and made a face when the assassin said he was going to be sick upon slipping out of bed. Of course that in turn made him not want to move, especially when the nearest bathroom was currently occupied at the moment. He remained in bed and waited for Falin to finish up while a finger absentmindedly ran over the collar still around his neck. The leather felt soft and silky and he wondered who it had belonged to up until now. A dog or a human?

Right now he didn't feel too bad but he was sure that would probably change later on after he ate some food. The best thing to do now was to drink lots of fluids in order to wash the alcohol from his system. Or something along those lines. Tristan flushed when he was told he looked good in the collar and let his eyes flicker over to the side so he wouldn't have to look at Falin. "Oh shut up!" He muttered, feeling his heartbeat quicken once more and shook his head. The blond finally got out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom, just in case he needed to use it but as he had expected, he didn't. Then, he came out and redressed himself and emerged to return back to where Falin was waiting for him in the bedroom.

Falin left the room and Tristan hesitated for a moment but then decided to leave as well. One way or another Carlos was going to find out about the collar, hell he might even know already, so what the hell? The food that Carlos had prepared wasn't too bad but it wasn't too good either, however just like Falin had thought, food was food. Next time, Tristan resolved to make the food himself and treat them all to his own brand of cooking. He picked up a few pain killers himself and washed them down with some water and then turned to regard Carlos who apparently was enjoying himself which was nice. Oh great, so Carlos remembered everything from last night, that made him both nervous and relieved.

At least someone remembered. But at the same time, did he really want to know what had happened? Before he could make a decision, Carlos started to relate the events. Oh yes, things were beginning to come back to him and he shuddered. Did he really want to remember? That was a loaded question and he grimaced as the tales kept coming from the mouth of the man he had protected and looked after for the past few days. "You cheated?! Carlos!" He exclaimed and shook his head reproachfully. Cheating was not a good thing to do, especially not when they were God's children who did not approve of such things. However, when Carlos started to talk about what he had done, Tristan's eyes widened.

He immediately stood up and closed the short distance between the two of them to place a hand over Carlos's mouth. "Okay, okay, I think we've heard enough about what I did last night! No need to tell more!" He exclaimed, feeling a bit flustered and blinked when Carlos slid a little silver key over to Tristan from across the table. "Why do you have that key?!" Tristan was simply astounded that Carlos of all people would have the key to his freedom. He let his eyes flicker over to Falin as the assassin and his former target bantered back and forth. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought the two to be old friends with the way they were teasing eachother. It was really kind of adorable to tell the truth.

"So we still haven't figured out what we want to do today. I suggest we take a nice shower and then after we feel refreshed, we can think about what we want to do." Tristan suggested with a half-smile since it hurt his head a little to smile too much although he wasn't nearly as bad off as Falin which made him feel somewhat satisfied. He could hold his liquor a bit better than the assassin, that was something he was proud of!

Back at Tristan's place, his best friend Brian had come to see him since he hadn't seen him at the gym in a few days. He knew that Tristan never missed a day at work and was worried something had happened to him. Perhaps during that shooting near the place in question. So he had paid his friend a visit only to find that he wasn't opening the door which in turn meant something had happened to him or he was out for some reason. Brian continued to place calls to Tristan's cell phone and waited for his calls to be answered. Or returned since he had also left messages.

Why wasn't he responding and where the hell was he?!
 
Carlos snorted. "as if he wouldn't look down on us stripping for poker? besides, it wasn't hard, i just told you both i won, even when i didn't have a single point, and you'd pout and accept it, so don't blame ME for cheating when YOU let me." he stated with a sniff as Falin snorted and shook his head. "really should have shot you.." "oh you don't scare me anymore! i saw you CRY!" Falin blinked, looking stunned. "...i can cry?" that struck Carlos as funny and the man started to laugh. "yes you can cry, i have no freaking clue WHY you where crying, you kept saying that you weren't crying even when Tristan started wiping the tears away." Falin pondered that for a long moment and then. "i don't remember that... of course, i don't remember most of last night. i didn't even know i could cry, i've never done it before that i can remember." he admitted simply before smirking as he saw the Key. "oh yes! i remember that! i told him to hang onto it so i wouldn't lose it." Falin stated with a snap of his fingers. "i'm amazed i had such a coherent thought!" he admitted with a small smirk as if it was ever so impressive that he was able to do that.

apparently many barriers had been broken last night because Carlos wasn't cringing, and Falin wasn't a grumpy bastard hell bent on killing Carlos and raping Tristan. in fact, Falin almost seamed... normal, as if he was... learning how to be a regular person from Carlos and Tristan. "what to do? well... i suppose i should let you two get back to your lives really." Falin muttered, frowning a little. he didn't want to let them go, he had never really realized how... alone, he was. how much he wanted to interact with people. he had never realized how... wrong, it was to live completely alone with no interaction but for the people he killed. he sighed a little and laid his head into his arms, his head throbbing mercilessly, but it wasn't a bad pain like his brain bleeds so he wasn't too worried about it, no matter how annoying it was. Carlos glanced at Tristan, looking a little concerned about Falin and he motioned Tristan closer. "Tristan i hate to say this... but i think you might have been right from the beginning." he muttered softly. "we can't leave him alone... he needs us... or he needs you at the very least..." he jumped as Falin gave a little snore and he stared at the assassin.

"...he went back to sleep..." he muttered, sounding amused. "we should go and get some supplies, clothes and stuff, and then come back, at least for a few days, then we can start going back to work and stuff..." he paused. "do you think people are still trying to kill me? they'd have given up by now right?" he asked nervously, hoping to all blazes that no one was still out to get them. "do you think Falin even remembers that i have a bounty on my head?" he asked. sometimes he really wondered about Falin's sanity, he had a feeling that Falin tended to forget a lot of important facts like that. he was 'setting them free', but he didn't seam to realize that he was basically letting them leave to get slaughtered by professional assassins.
 
Oh the nerve of the other male! Tristan narrowed his eyes at Carlos and made a face at him when the other told them how he had 'cheated' and shook his head. "We must have been really drunk to accept your word just like that!" He exclaimed and raised a brow when Carlos spoke of how he had seen Falin cry which was quite surprising to hear. Exactly how had that happened?! Tristan had to admit, he was quite curious to know more about this particular story and sidled closer to Carlos in an attempt to prevent Falin from trying to stop him from speaking in case the assassin decided he didn't want Carlos talking anymore. But it seemed as if Falin wasn't worried about it and the blond tilted his head to the side.

When Carlos explained he had no idea why Falin had cried last night, he couldn't help but be interested. "Really? It was for no apparent reason?" He asked curiously and thought about it for a few minutes. No, that had been a bad idea, his head throbbed when he tried to concentrate. Tristan winced and rubbed his forehead and temples. "When did he start crying? After one of said anything in particular?" He asked and turned to face Falin when the assassin spoke about his history with crying and raised a brow. "You mean to tell me you've never cried in your entire life? Not even from onions?" Tristan found that hard to believe but then again, maybe he was the type to keep his emotions bottled up inside him.

There were people who tended to do that he had found and perhaps Falin happened to be one of them. He rolled his eyes when Falin expressed how happy he was that he'd done something intelligent last night when he had been drunk and twirled the little silver key around two fingers as he continued to watch the other two. As of right now he still hadn't unlocked the collar for some reason. Maybe because it felt nice around his neck and bound him together with Falin, at least for the moment. Tristan thought about Falin's words and then shook his head with a faint smile on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea, after all I promised I'd stay with you for as many days you were in the hospital for, remember?"

"And I don't count today as one of those days. Not to mention the fact that Carlos still has a bounty on his head, so he wouldn't do so well without your protection." He reminded the assassin and then went over to Carlos after seeing his gesture, wondering what the man had to say. "I know, I've been telling you all along I think he just needs someone to interact with as a friend. No one is ever truly bad, even if they happen to do evil things. There's always a reason behind all of that." Tristan said with a smile and slung an arm around Carlos's neck in a friendly manner. "Alright, let's do that. I'll leave him a note." He wrote a note for Falin which he left on the table. It said they were going to get some supplies.

Not to mention clothes and other items and then would return shortly. "Let's go. What do you want to bring back? And also, I don't know if it's a good idea for you to show yourself too much outside of this place. After all, what if the assassins come back? Do you want to stay here while I go and get stuff or do you want to come with?" Tristan asked, wanting to make sure Carlos knew what was going on. If he went with him, he would be putting his own life in danger again. "I don't think he's thinking about the assassins right now, he has a hangover like I do." He added with a sigh and wondered if he could truly protect Carlos in such a state. He wasn't at his best and although he had taken painkillers, they would take awhile to kick in.
 
Carlos pondered for a moment and then. "we where talking about what we wanted to do with our lives." he admitted. "i told you guys that i was going to go to collage to be a doctor and Tristen and Falin slurred something, Falin laughed and then he was crying." Falin looked even more baffled by that before a look of unease crossed his face. "ah... yes, well..." then he gave Tristan an odd look. "what do onions have to do with anything? i hate onions, their disgusting, never keep them around." he admitted simply with a shrug of his shoulder. Falin stared at Carlos and Tristan before scoffing a little and looking away from them. "feh. whatever, do whatever you want." he grumbled, scowling a little as he settled into his sleep. he just didn't understand anyone these days, the people here where so annoying... no matter how much he liked them, they confused him so very badly. first they hate him, now they don't want to leave, why couldn't people just make sense?

Carlos chuckled a little at the Assassins confusion and shook his head a little. "your right, it isn't safe for me to go... but are you sure it's alright for you to go out by yourself?" he asked, worried about his freind. "i'll stay here. can you pick up some Icecream maybe? and if you get the chance, we both need some personal effects. Falin's bathing stuff is all flowery and i don't have a toothbrush and we both need hairbrushes and some more of our clothes before we start to stink." he asked hopefully before watching the other leave, feeling worried. no one was after Tristan though, right? how wrong they where. Tristan had no trouble with his shopping, but as soon as he gathered the cloths and personal effects from his and Carlos's home, there was a click and something cold pressed against Tristan's head. "well well, finally have a bite. i knew someone would come here eventually." the voice was harsh, cold, and dangerous. "your Falin's plaything, yes? i never thought that he might actually take a fuck toy." there was a small chuckle and the man stepped into veiw, the barrel of his gun aimed right in-between Tristan's eyes. "i've been looking for Falin for a long time, ever since he escaped. he makes it hard to find him, but i paid good money for that filthy little shit and i don't intend on letting him loose for much longer. and you'll make some lovely bait."

the man grinned, his teath where perfectly white, his eyes a strange yellowish green that made him look vaugly inhuman. he looked to be in his late fifties but was healthy and active and strong and he had a gun to Tristan's head. "and i don't need you alive to act as bait so don't be playing any stupid tricks." he ordered, turning Tristan around with a single hand and shoving him towards the couch. "i want you to sit there and keep your mouth shut while i have a nice conversation with my pet." the man smirked as he pulled out his phone, his back to the open door as he dialed a number, leaving it on speaker so he could set it on the table in front of him and be able to keep all his focus on Tristan. "Hello?" it was Carlos. "ah, another fuck pet?" the man asked with a smirk. "put Falin on the phone, or i'll make this pretty blond a red head through natural means." there was a choked gulp and Carlos was running, shouting for Falin. "What!? what the fuck do you want! stop screaming before i blow your brains out!" Carlos managed to stammer an explanation and suddenly Falin was cursing even more as he picked up the phone. "Antoni! you son of a bitch i thought i killed you!" "you aimed just a little too low my Child." "i'm not your fucking Child! let Tristan go and i'll make sure that your death is swift!" "it's cute how you care about the little slut. maybe i'll give him a real fucking, just so he can feel a REAL man before he dies, hmm?" there was no response to that and Antonin laughed.
 
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