The alley was dark; a darkness that allowed only the mere hint of shadows to gain entrance. Vin made his way down into that darkness, leaving the safety of the streets' illumination behind him.There was a danger that hovered low in the stuffy night air. The weather had been unusually hot, and with that heat emerged the crazy and the stressed. Enclosed in a stuffy office all day had done much for Vin to understand that craziness; that stress.
With no torch to guide his way, Vin attempted to use the unusually good sight that he had been naturally born with to continue into what seemed like an endless void.
His boot unexpectedly connected with a stray can. The street noise that had been so intense only seconds before, had been dulled by the dense brick walls, and the clatter of the tin as it rolled into the darkness was sharp in its comparison.
Pausing to check for sounds, Vin shivered; the heat no comfort for the coldness crawling up his spine. He continued on, but this time more cautious in his way.
The bounty hunter in him knew removing his boots would let him catch his prey with a little more ease, but he was sure there was more than one obstacle that could cause him to injure himself. The boots stayed on.
The slithers of shadows ebbed and flowed with the odd cracks between the buildings, allowing the odd flash of moonlight to slip through, but instantly it would disappear as the buildings took control of darkness again.
He closed his eyes: So close.
He could smell him.
Hear him.
The heartbeat was strong; fast and it seemed to rage with a fever that matched his own quickening pulse.
It was the chase that lit the fever; the thought of danger fed its flames.
Like a wolf hunting its prey, Vin's nostrils flared as he smelled at the air; he was so close.
He was too close.
Too late Vin realized his mistake and he was grabbed and thrown hard against a wall.
Cursing himself for being so stupid, Vin ignored the bump on his head, as he felt the sharp press of a weapon nudging him.
"Been waiting for you," the voice breathed into his ear, seemingly pleased with his catch. "Now to see if you were worth that wait."
Vin bucked as a hand crept its way down to his crotch, feeling his package with more than a little familiarity.
"Is that for me?" A tongue whipped out and tasted the skin of Vin's neck.
The pressure to keep him pressed to the wall increased, as his captor pulled at Vin's shirt, and began to explore his skin, all while continuing to feast on his sweaty neck.
Vin continued to buck at his imprisonment, but added to the sensations of the tongue and hands, all he seemed to have done was to gain his cocks interest in the fondling that he was being subjected to.
"Damn it," Vin swore as he felt his zipper being pulled down, and his now interested cock being released to the opening caress of his subjugator.
"Oh God," Vin sobbed as his cock now seemed to need; to crave the touch of the hand that now pumped him to hardness.
"You like it, don't you?" The hot breath whispered in his ear. "Tell me you want it!" "Nooo," Vin grated through clenched teeth, as he tried to control his body's eager thrusts.
"Tell me!" the voice demanded in a harsher tone. "Tell me to fuck you. Tell me you want it!"
'Nooooooo," Vin replied, though his body pleaded for him to yield to his aggressor's needs just as he felt his jeans pushed down to his ankles.
"Fuck me hard. Tell me!" The voice charged.
'Tell him,' His body commanded, and without instructions, pushed back against the hard flesh that eagerly waited behind him.
Not able to fight his captor, nor his body's needs, Vin willingly pressed his hands to the wall for support, and spread himself, "Fuck me!"
"Fuck me what?" The voice asked, as fingers pressed their way in.
"Fuck me hard," Vin moaned as he thrust back on the fingers that stretched and readied him.
"Fuck me hard, what?" The voice continued to interrogate.
"Damn it," Vin groaned. "Please! Please, fuck me hard," he begged.
"That's all I wanted."
Vin felt the fingers slip out, and in an instant the head of an eager cock took its place.
"Aghhhhh," Vin moaned as his body received the hot shaft eagerly, enjoying the feeling of being filled. "Fuck me, ya bastard!"
"As you wish," The voice chuckled and began thrusting with earnest.
Fingers harshly gripped Vin's hips, as the cock drove deep inside him.
"God," Vin cried, his legs barely able to stay standing as the cock contacted his inner place again and again.
"Damn it, you're so hot!"
"Fuck me harder, damn it!" Vin repeated his demands as he fucked back with as much eagerness as he was being fucked.
"Damn, Vin," Chris grunted as he felt himself starting to come.
"Now Cowboy...damn, it fuck me!" Vin whimpered as he felt his own orgasm building to its climax.
Chris could no longer contain himself, and as he exploded inside Vin, his lover began the same pleasurable ride to completion.
Chris leaned over Vin, his body spent, as he struggled to get control of his breathing.
"Damn... it... Larabee," Vin panted. "Will ya get the fuck off me, and let me breathe. I did some of the work here too ya know."
Chuckling, Chris pulled out, and reached down to pull Vin's jeans up.
"One day we're goin' to get caught," Vin offered as he zipped his fly and tucked in his shirt.
"Most likely," Chris admitted. "But until then the games still a foot."
"But I do the fucking next time, right?" Vin asked as he brushed at the small lump on his forehead.
"Depends on just 'who' does the catching, doesn't it? Damn it, Vin," Chris scolded, as he noted the bump on his lover's head. "You should come with a 'handle with care' tag, Tanner."
"Fuck you, Larabee!" Vin replied with the added suggestion of the finger.
"I do live in hope," Chris laughed as they made their way back toward the lights, and to the real world.
The End