It Ain't Right
There have been many things in Vin Tanner's life that he deeply regretted having to do, but this, this was not one of them. Taking a life was never an easy thing to do, even for him, a man whose whole life was built around sighting a person in the crosshairs and pulling the trigger. It was his job, after all, but he always felt a bit of his humanity dying with each life he took. Not this time. Fact of the matter was, he felt no remorse or regret for what he had just done. Hell, truth be told, he couldn't even hide the full out grin he was sporting, now that the deed was done. Nope. No regrets or remorse at all.
As he pulled onto the long driveway leading up to Chris Larabee's house, the grin on his face morphed into a leer. Time to celebrate. Hell, no way Chris was gonna have a problem with this. Shit, the man was probably gonna rip Vin's clothes off and fuck him senseless as a reward.
Vin let himself into the house, calling for Chris as he walked down the corridor.
"In here, Vin."
Chris was sitting in the family room, eyes focused intently on the huge, big screen plasma t.v. hanging above the fire place. When Vin saw what had caught Chris's attention he couldn't help but smile.
Chris took in the look of extreme satisfaction on Vin's face, then glanced back at the breaking news report.
"Oh, God, Vin. You didn't?"
"Oh yeah, Cowboy. I sure as hell did."
"Shit! Vin! Fuck! You're a Federal agent! You know what will happen to you if you get caught? Fuck! We're going to have to leave the country."
"Awww, hell, Cowboy. I ain't gonna get caught. I'm too good at this for that. 'Sides, they had it coming, Chris. It had to be done, and I was the best man for the job."
Chris couldn't argue with that, and thinking about Vin on the hunt and taking care of business had his own lips quirking into an amused smile.
"So, tell me."
"It was sooo damn easy. Fuckin' amateurs. Hell, Chris. People ought not to be stickin' their noses into things they don't understand. Screwin' around with other people's lives and well, other people's screwin'."
"That's for sure, Vin."
Chris strutted over to the bar, poured himself a whiskey and grabbed a beer from the small fridge, handing it to Vin as he walked back to his seat.
Vin took a deep swallow from the long neck, relishing the taste of the beer as slid down his throat. For some unknown reason, the beer tasted better than it ever had before. Well, maybe not so unknown.
Chris watched Vin sucking down that beer. It was the most erotic thing he'd seen in a while. His pants were getting tight just thinking of Vin sucking him, like he was that bottle. Oh yeah. What Vin did tonight, it was so right.
"So...." Chris prompted.
"I just got so fuckin' sick of 'em, Chris. Hell, it was like all the good we did, just didn't matter any more. I mean, we've done nothin' but risk life and limb for years, and then soon as something new came along, we were just pushed aside. Abandonded and forgotten. Yesterday's news. Well...Fuck that!"
Chris noded his head sadly. The truth hurts, but the truth is the truth.
"We deserve better, Cowboy."
"Yeah. We do at that, Vin."
"Hell, I can't remember the last time I got wet, nekkid, tied up, abused, beat to a pulp or injured so badly that my life was hangin' by a thread. Shit, when was the last time you sat by my hospital bed, guilt ridden that you didn't tell me your true feelin's for me, worried that ya missed your chance to fuck me and glarin' at me to live? When, Chris? You tell me, when?"
"Been a long time, Pard."
"I ain't right, Chris. It just ain't right."
"No, it's not."
"And fuckin'. We were always fuckin'. You couldn't keep your hands off a me. Hell, we fucked when we were happy, we fucked when we were mad, we fucked after we just fucked. And now? When was the last time you had me wet, nekkid, tied up and blindfolded on the bed fuckin' my brains out? Huh, Chris? When was the last time you fucked me stupid? When, Chris? You tell me, when?"
"Too long, Pard. Too long."
"It ain't right, Chris. It just ain't right."
"No. No, it's not."
"Ya can't let us fuck like rabbits day in and day out, and then just cut us off. Hell, that's just plain wrong, Pard. It's just plain wrong."
Chris didn't know what to say. Vin was right. Right about everything.
"I figured the only way to get things back to normal was to fix it myself, so I tracked 'em down, and had them in my sights."
Taking another deep pull from the bottle, Vin shook his head. "They had no clue, Chris. No clue at all. And, I gotta tell ya, lookin' at 'em, I got no clue what all the fuss is about. Hell, I am waaayyy prettier than either one of 'em are."
Chris laughed, but he knew it was true. Vin was, is, and always would be the prettiest.
"I almost felt sorry for 'em. Almost. But then...then I thought about how much we lost 'cause of 'em. And I thought about how fuckin' horny I am, and well, I did it. I squeezed the trigger...Bam! Bam! And it was all over. Problem solved!"
Chris could not believe how fucking sexy Vin was when he was all hit man.
This was going to be a night to remember, Chris knew.
"You okay with all this, Pard?"
"Yep. I ain't the least bit sorry I did it. They had it coming. They were out of control, takin' over our turf. They had to be stopped, Chris. So, I stopped 'em, and I'm glad I did it!"
"I'm glad you did it, too, Pard." Chris said as he got up and took Vin's hand, leading him out of the room. "But, you did act without any permission, so I guess I ought to take you upstairs and teach you a little lesson about chain of command."
Vin smiled, his cock coming to life when Chris dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of him.
Just as the two men were about to leave the room, they caught the end of the newscast.Once again, two brothers were found dead, execution style, in what police are calling a contract killing....Vin stopped and turned around, he faced the t.v and shrugged his shoulders.
"Guess you ain't so Supernatural anymore."
Knowing that all was right with their world now, the two men hurried upstairs to the bedroom, so that Chris could start Vin's lessons.The End!
Dedicated to Sam and Dean Winchester ("Supernatural").