The Assassin (Candira & HeartOfTheDarkness)

She gasped as he pulled out and flipped her over. Then he was inside her again and she was moaning softly. Her body moved with his as he leaned down over her. They were so happy, and they were ready for more love in their lives. "I don't mind," she said looking at him over her shoulder. She smiled at him and kissed his nose softly since she could still reach it. "Give me all you've got, Christian."

Christian smiled after Natasha gave him permission to go all out. He was planning to wear both of them out in this. "Alright, I won't hold back." He leaned in to kiss her cheek before leaning back up and grabbing her hips. His hips began to start out slow, but quickly picked up the pace and began moving faster and faster. His hand quickly let go of her hips and began their work. One of his hands reached down and pulled her red hair, pulling her up to him. "How do you like this more intense activity?" He teased, kissing her. His other hand reached around and began pulling and twisting her nipples.

She gasped as he picked up the pace, her body moving to match his. Tight and oh, so ready, she took him in and out, her hips moving in rhythm with his. She groaned a little as he pulled her hair and she made herself move up with it so it wouldn't hurt. Natasha didn't mind the roughness, though. She kissed him back as his hand began teasing her nipples harshly. It was a little much, but it didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt pretty good. She panted softly as he kept at her, only answering him when he let her. "Mmm, so good," she murmured. It was all she could manage at this point.

Christian couldn't hold on much longer as he filled her with the first round of his cream. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, holding her close again. "So, how was that for round one?" He joked as he got back up and rolled her over. He wanted to see her beautiful face this time when he pleasured her. He wasn't much of a romantic, but he wanted to make Natasha happy, at least for one last time. Leaning in, his hips began moving again. His arms holding her tight as he kissed her passionately, gentle moans escaping from his lips.

She came with him, her body trembling with pleasure. Panting softly, she braced herself, letting her body rest while she took his weight, too. She smiled at his joke and turned to look at him, only to be rolled onto her back. She looked up at him as he slipped into her again, holding her tightly. "It was amazing," she murmured, smiling into the kiss. She returned the passion, letting him do a little bit more of the work this time around.

Christian held their kiss, continuing to thrust deeper into her. His hands reached down to hold her rear, moving her hips to match his. He loved being rough with her, but he loved these more passionate moments with her a lot more. Finally breaking away from there kiss, he looked at Natasha, in awe of her beauty. All he had to do was come home alive, and they'll be able to live their lives together, happy. No more fights, no more soldiers, no more threats of Natasha being raped. Just the two of them, in their secluded home, with children running around.

She kept him close, kissing him til her lips were swollen, till she couldn't breathe. Her hips moved with his, his hands on her only helping. She panted softly, her chest rising and falling as she got her breath back, gazing up at him. He was so handsome, so hot. He was also the man she was sure she wanted to spend her life with. She took a moment to really burn the image into her brain. They could have a real future together. He wanted to marry her, have children with her. No one had ever come to mean so much to her in such a short amount of time. But they'd been through a lot together, and their connection was strong.

Natasha smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you, Christian." Please don't forget, she thought.

It was funny. Not too long ago, he couldn't care less about people. Life had no significance to him. That didn't mean that he would go around killing innocent people, they still had a right to live. The people he was targeted to kill didn't mean anything to him, nothing more than insects he stepped on. Surely someone like him would never find a woman and fall in love.

After Natasha came into his life, everything was different. He wanted to do some good in his life, not just take lives. She cared for him, in spite of everything he's done. All of the blood on his hands meant nothing to her, she just wanted him. It made him happy to know that she would care for him, and that she will be waiting for him to come home. He had just one final mission, and then he will earn his freedom to be with Natasha without problems.

"I love you too, Natasha. I love you so much." His hips moved a little faster, pleasuring the woman he loved.

As he rocked his hips with hers, she moaned softly. Her body moved with his, arching up into him. She moaned softly as she came closer to climax. She didn't last very long before she came for him, calling his name and arching into him. The only thing that made it better was the fact that she knew he loved her, and he was pleased as well.

Natasha had never expected to need someone--she'd been doing quite well with her self-imposed isolation. But Christian changed that. She was going to say good bye...but she was going to see him again.

After Natasha shouted his name during her climax, Christian soon followed. He filled her with another shot of his cream, determined to impregnate her. He loved her a lot, and the thought of her dying was hard to take in. Even if she were to take her own life because he lost his life in the battle. How Christian thought it, if he were to die, but she would have his child, then it would give her a reason to live on. Let their child grow up into a successful adult, changing the world for the better. At least, that was how he thought about it.

Christian collapsed again, this time next to Natasha. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to go another round, he had a hard time trying to get back up. Instead, he pulled Natasha close to him, snuggling up against her soft skin. "I think I'm done. I promise I'll be back before you know it." He smiled, closing his eyes.

Natasha slowly calmed down, smiling as she realized that maybe they were already on their way to starting that family now. Who knew? She smiled at the thought and kissed his lips softly as he pulled her close to him. She let him snuggle into her and she returned the affection, calm and content. His promise made her smile and she held him closely, not wanting to let him go. She would have to, of course, and she would. But for now, she just wanted him near. "Of course," she said with a smile. "Until then, I'll see you in my dreams." She smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head against his. "Sleep well, my love."

Christian held her close, savoring his every single moment with her. He wished that he could stop time, just so that they could remain like this for a little longer. Pressing against her soft, warm body. It was hard to fall asleep, knowing that he would have to leave the moment he woke up. After a while, he eventually did fall asleep, dreaming of his future with Natasha. They were growing old together, but their love was still strong as ever. They watched as their children grew up to have families of their own, having happy, healthy lives.

He woke up the next morning, noticing that Natasha was still asleep. Quietly, he got out of bed and got ready to go. Weapons, tools, everything he needed was ready to go. Before he left, he took one last look at Natasha and left a pistol by the nightstand, and a note telling her to keep it close for protection. "Goodbye." He whispered as he left, fighting the urge to just go back and stay with her. This was something he had to do, but it was hard to leave her like that.

Natasha woke up to find that she was alone in her bed. She could tell he'd slept with her there because the sheets were still a little warm, and wrinkled. Because she could still feel his touch. She knew he was gone, though. Her house was quiet without him--empty. It suddenly seemed quite large, despite it being only really big enough for her. Suddenly, she felt so lonely her eyes stung and her heart ached. She hadn't realized that she would feel so empty without him here.

Because he was gone now, and she'd been so strong for him, she allowed herself a good cry. The stress of him leaving her to do what needed to be done had tied her into knots. The idea that he might not make it back to marry her or start their family was just...She shook her head and buried herself under the covers to weep a little longer. A good hour and a half later, she was finished. She took a few long, deep breaths and got out of bed, smoothing out the sheets and telling herself that it would be okay. She would be fine without him.

After all, she'd been able to live without him for years. The dull ache in her heart would go away, she reminded herself. And he would come back to her again. She washed her face with cold water, her red puffy eyes soothed a bit now. Absently, she went through her morning routine and got dressed. She stopped when she saw one of his shirts hanging there and brought it to her face. She took in the scent of him and just kept the soft fabric pressed to her face for a long moment. Yes, he would be back, she thought. He'd promised.

The artifacts he'd left behind comforted her and she smiled softly as she finished dressing. She saw the gun where he'd left it and smiled at the note. He would think of her before he left. She smiled and nodded. "Anything you want, Christian." She strapped the gun to her hip so that it was always within reach and got ready to do her chores. She would throw herself into her work until he returned. That much, she could do. When he returned to her, she'd have made their home even better.

Christian cried a bit as he got further and further from Natasha's home. All he wanted to do right now was go back to her bed and hold Natasha once more. There were also many things that scared him going through his mind. What if he didn't make it back alive? What would happen then? Would Natasha still be left alone? Would they still come after her? Would she be killed, or defiled? Thinking about those things made his stomach drop as tears flowed down his face more. He decided to stop for a moment to calm down.

He thought about the fun they had. Her teaching him different things about taking care of himself and being able to live on his own. Her delicious meals. Those wonderful times they spent together having sex. Even the time when he confessed his love to her. All he had to do was think about the fun he had, and how he'll be able to go back to it once he was done.

It took about a day of travel, but he made it to the compound, or at least he was nearby. Remaining out of sight, he scanned the area, looking for places to sneak in. After hours of investigating, he entered through the vents and began working his way inside, taking out any security measures he finds.

Natasha threw herself into house work while Christian was away. She scrubbed every surface until it sparkled washed clothes and rearranged the closet a little so that he had more space. She made the bed in an almost military neat fashion and tossed a lot of pillows onto it, and a blanket or two for looks. She dusted, vacuumed, washed dishes and pots and pans, disinfected the kitchen again, and then...eventually ran out of things to clean. A little put out, Natasha strapped the gun on and then headed out to the gardens to weed and check her small batches of crops. She'd spend the rest of the day doing this.

When it was time to go back inside she was starving. Sighing, she slipped out of her shoes outside and then walked in, locking her door behind her now that Christian was gone. She slipped out of her clothes, tossing them into her hamper before a quick shower--the quickest she'd had since Christian had arrived. She dressed simply, comfortably, and then made herself a meal, wishing that she had his company.

She cleaned up after herself and then collapsed onto the bed, exhausted in so many ways. The last thing she thought before she fell asleep was that she hoped he was alright.

Christian began to progress through the compound, taking out security measures and guards. It was all quick and painless for the guards, a simple slit to the throat and they went down like flies. Afterwards, he would search the bodies for supplies and stash the corpses so that nobody would find them. All of this had to be quick and quiet. Stop operations for good, and get out before they find out who's behind it.

He eventually came across a room full of plans, different ones on how to control world governments, taking out many leaders and replacing them with incompetent ones. Recognizing some of the names of the leaders, Christian felt sick to his stomach, knowing that he played a big part in helping with this insane plan. He took out a lighter and burned the papers, and quickly continued on his way.

Meanwhile, a small group of soldiers stalked the quiet home of Natasha, hoping to bring Christian in for questioning.

Natasha woke a good hour later, sitting upright as her racing heart pumped adrenaline through her system. The nightmare had been awful, but she couldn't remember a good chunk of it any more. Just the idea that Christian had been in awful trouble, and that she herself was in trouble, too. She ordered herself to calm down, taking deep breaths and forcing herself to relax her limbs one at a time. Oddly, she felt even more tired than she had when she originally fell asleep, but there'd be no more sleeping for her.

She went to her kitchen for some juice and realized that she was still dressed in her jeans and shirt from before. Just as well, she decided. She thought of taking a walk, but dismissed it as a stupid idea. After all, anyone could be waiting for her. But surely, she could step outside for just a moment? Or maybe just stand inside the screen door? She needed the fresh air. She needed the look of the starry sky. She slipped on her gun holster and put her hand on the gun, stepping to her back door and opening the door, quietly so that she wouldn't attract attention.

Oh, what a foolish mistake.

The soldiers watched and noticed that the back door of her house began to slowly open. One of them raised a rifle and loaded a tranquilizer dart into it. They were ordered to bring Christian back alive and in one piece, as well as anyone helping him. This was his last known location, so they decided to start there. Once Natasha was visible, they fired a dart and hit her arm. Now all they had to do was wait for the drug to take effect.

Christian felt a sudden chill down his spine, like something bad was going to happen. He hoped that Natasha was ok and that he could get this job done soon so that he could return to her. Quickly shaking off the thought of something going wrong, he proceeded to finish his job.

The instant she was hit, she knew she was done. She jumped back in a hurry, slammed the door shut and locked it, though she knew her time was limited. She pulled the dart out of her, knowing that it wouldn't do any good. The faster her heart beat, the faster the drug would spread through her system. "Damnit! God damn it!" Barricading the door wouldn't do her any good at this point--it would be easy enough to take it down if they had anything like they had last time.

So she stood there, waiting for them to try it, her gun at the ready. "Christian...I'm sorry," she murmured, tears falling down her face. And then, the world became dimmer, blurring as it was hard to keep her focus. She struggled valiantly against the power of the drug, but before long she was out, her body collapsed on the floor, gun still in hand. What a joke she'd been. What a failure.

"This is Delta Squad. We've taken out the woman." The head soldier spoke into a transmitter after seeing Natasha pass out through the window. Excellent job Delta Squad, you shall bring her in along with the target. Keep damage minimal. The target should still be in there, proceed with caution. The voice in the transmitter gave the squad orders to proceed. One of the soldiers kicked the door down, knocking the stuff out of the way, and the squad entered. Passing by Natasha, they searched every nook and cranny of the house, looking for Christian.

"Command, we were unable to find the target. He must've left." One of the bigger soldiers took Natasha and threw her over his shoulder, walking out of the home. Dammit. He must be after the compound. That explains the sudden security failures and missing guards. Anyways, head on home Delta Squad. Be sure to bring the girl with you, keep her unharmed. We need to question her, as well as a hostage. The squad left the house and began heading back to the compound with their new hostage.

Christian continued to get this sinking feeling in his stomach, like something definitely wasn't right. Was Natasha ok? He had no way of contacting her to make sure. He began to pick up the pace, taking out guards and moving closer and closer to his destination.

Natasha was very much unconscious. Had she been awake, she'd have been worried about her house being destroyed before they left, but her fears had been assuaged. She would have been very frightened that something would happen to her like it had before--that someone would forget his place and try to rape her again. She would have been worried about Christian, and about her own physical safety. Who knew what they would do to her now? Not to mention how they might use that against him...

And then she would have felt guilty, and useless because she had been so damn stupid. She really should have known better. But either way, someone had been waiting for her. They would have found a way to get to her sooner or later, she thought. And it was annoying to think that after all that trouble he'd gone through, she hadn't been able to protect herself.

When she woke up, however, she was only aware that her head was killing her and she was incredibly nauseous from the drug that had been in the dart that hit her. Her vision was still blurry and she was vaguely aware that she couldn't move.

An older man sat across from the young red head as she began to wake up. When Delta squad brought Natasha to him, he had her strapped into a metal chair, bolted to the ground. The two of them were sitting across from each other at a table in a small, quiet room. Only one lamp hung over the center of the table, and he just sat there, watching Natasha. Viktor was the mastermind behind this whole operation, and Christian's master. Being an ex-Russian general, and a USSR extremist. Never really giving into the loss of the Cold War, he started this organization, tricking many other powerful people into thinking they were doing good for the world. The whole time, he was pulling the strings. After Christian helped him so much with taking out many leaders in his way, he took over operations and offered Christian to join. He was quite saddened though, seeing Christian as sort of a son, raising him as a child and treating him better than the rest of the trainees. Seeing this woman that had taken care of him made him curious, wondering how she was able to break through Christian's cold exterior.

Now that the girl was awake, he decided that he should greet her. Although he was a cruel mastermind, he was still a gentleman to ladies, trying not to harm them if it could be avoided. "Rise and shine madam." He stood up and bowed, speaking in a thick Russian accent. "Did you sleep well? I hope my men weren't too rough with you. I try to train them not to take extreme measures, but from the report I got from their radios, I need to improve in that area." He knew what happened that night through the radios that the soldiers were wearing, so he knew that Natasha was very important to Christian. "I guess I should introduce myself, considering that I had you brought to me. I am Viktor Borovanski, otherwise known as Christian's mentor." He gave the young woman a soft smile before continuing. "You know, I consider Christian to be sort of a son of mine. He never had parents, but I raised him like my own. So, Natasha, was it? How did someone like you manage to break through his cold demeanor? Even I have a hard time getting emotion from him, and yet he proclaimed his love to you, am I right?" She could be a nice tool to use against Christian.


Christian continued his mission, looting from his kills as well as picking up weapons he came across. He stopped in his tracks though when he overheard a radio transmission. It was something about a hostage being captured and brought to Viktor, a woman. Christian had an idea who it was and was enraged. Not caring about stealth anymore, he started charging towards Viktor's domain, killing any soldier in sight.

Natasha could feel the hard chair beneath her and the restraints now, see them now that her world was coming back into focus. And it was not one that seemed like it was friendly in the slightest. The older man before her appeared to be just a quiet, well-mannered fellow, but there was something menacing in the way he held himself--a power there that didn't do much to relax her at all. Still, she didn't feel any pain. At the moment. The redhead watched him as he bowed and introduced himself, that thick Russian accent delaying the comprehension of his messages for just a moment.

She had been right to be a bit skittish--this was the man who'd trained Christian to be a killer and tricked him into doing his bidding. This was the man who'd turned on someone he apparently thought of as a son, ordering his death. She shivered in the chair as he said her name. How he knew any of the things he seemed to know was beyond her at the moment, but she didn't like it, and it made her a little sick to know that he had known about what happened to her the last time his men were in his house. Then again, that could be the drugs.

"You'll have to excuse me for not returning your manners so readily, Mr. Borovanski. I'm still feeling a bit ill from whatever was in that dart and my head is a bit fuzzy." She took a moment to steady herself and focus on what he wanted to know. "I don't know much about his life before he came to me, sir. But what I have heard sounded lonely. I don't know what you mean when you say, 'someone like me,' but I didn't do anything. I was simply there for him when he needed me."

It was best to not make a man who'd trained assassins angry. At least in her mind. She was being honest with him, and she had no intention of cowering unless he actually attempted to strike her. Still, she had no intention of spitting at him or something stupid like that. That said, she hadn't really confirmed or denied whether Christian had proclaimed his love. She wondered if he was already here. Maybe he was still out in the wilderness. Who knew?

Viktor noticed that she seemed pretty surprised that he knew so much about them. "You shouldn't be surprised that I know a lot already. Those soldiers that attacked you, I heard the event through the radios they wore. As for you in particular, I have some scientists and doctors that look up to you and your fabled experiments. Why don't you help me? I could use someone like you leading my team of doctors in creating cures for diseases. Just think, do you know how much that would be worth, how people are willing to trade anything if you dangle it in front of them? I can buy leaders through your medicine."

Hearing her explanation about how she got through to him didn't really convince him. "But I was there for him too. I watched him grow up, giving him special treatment and training. Sure I sometimes kicked him when he was down, but it was to make him tougher. The world can be cruel, and I was giving him a taste of life. Surely there was more to it. Perhaps you gave him your body." He walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "You do have a lovely figure, if you don't mind me saying. Maybe he fell for you because you offered you body to him." It wouldn't be the first time he's heard of hardened soldiers turning soft for a beautiful woman.

Quickly removing his hand from her shoulder, he moved back to his seat. "Are you hungry? I've had dinner prepared." He snapped his fingers and a butler came in holding two covered plates. One plate was given to each of them, under the cover revealed a large steak, backed potato, and a small mix of seasoned vegetables. "Go ahead, eat." He pulled out a remote and pressed a button, relieving her of the straps binding her. He was fully confident that she couldn't get away, even if she tried to attack him.

The smell of the food made her stomach turn. It wasn't that it didn't look good--it was that she was still not quite up to looking at anything. Then again, the effects of the drug were probably happening so strongly because she was on an empty stomach. When he released her, she rubbed her wrists, not attempting to escape. If Christian was any indicator of his skill, she wouldn't stand a chance, and then she might be worse off than she was now. "I appreciate the offer, but like it said in my reports, I hit a wall in my research. I've no intention of going back to it now after all this time," she said, knowing full well that she could easily pick it back up again. Still, her expression was blank and she was calm despite her bold-faced lie.

"I still feel a bit sick from that drug," she said, with a frown. "I don't wish to be rude at all, but I'll have to be slow about eating. Please forgive me," she said softly, looking down at the plate. It didn't look any different from her own. "Thank you for the food."

His idea of her offering her body up made her feel decidedly more sick. Disgust coursed through her, but she held it back. "His past, the little I know of it, sounded lonely to me. I merely showed him kindness, healed his wounds, and asked him to be careful. While he was recovering he helped me garden a little, but no. I didn't offer him my body. It had nothing to do with that as far as I know. I think perhaps you should ask him if you want a clearer answer," she said with a little frown. She picked up a fork and decided that since he already had her where he wanted her, and he'd made it clear he was interested in her talents, poisoning her food wouldn't do him any good. Drugging her wouldn't get him anywhere either. The potato helped sooth her stomach a little and she ate slowly but surely.

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Meanwhile, while Christian was tearing through the complex a young woman was waiting for him. As he made his way toward her master's complex, she swung out from her hiding place and tackled him--pressing him against the floor. She wasted no time in drawing a knife to use against him, her fingers agile and fast. She held it near his neck and smirked. "Well, well. The intruder is a defector. I thought it might be you, Christian. Did you miss us? You could have just knocked, you know," she joked, her sinister expression distorting her normally lovely face.

Riley was a fellow assassin--one of the best the compound had to offer, in fact. She'd had a soft spot for Christian once upon a time. He'd been like a brother to her--like all of her fellow assassins. But the idea that he would go against the master, that he would betray all of them and run like a coward? It was more than the young woman could handle. Her dark hair had been shorn into a pixie cut to keep the disadvantages of long hair at bay. Her bright green eyes stared at him with intensity. He was her target, and he would have to damn near kill her to get past. "Maybe if you beg me I'll let you see the master to beg to come back to us," she growled. She was a tall woman with long limbs and small chest, certainly nothing like Natasha. But she was fairly light, despite the amount of muscle in her body.

Still, she considered herself enough of an equal to Christian to take him down. "You will suffer for betraying us."