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05:48 AgentDerekSteel: I sleep deep throughout the night, the best sleep I'd had in a long while, thanks to your presence next to me. I wake up suddenly when a shaft of sunlight pokes through the curtains and plays about my face. Everything comes rushing back to me. The fight. The forging of a bond with Evan. The emotions that you triggered inside me, turning my world upside down. And there you were. In my arms. Oh fuck.

Now, in the warm morning light, you felt and looked even more incredible in my arms than last night. Asleep, you were so vulnerable. And yet I knew exactly how tough and fierce you were. How could this happen? How could this man, suddenly over the space of a few hours, turn my life upside down? This kind of thing didn't happen to Derek Steel.

But I knew I'd face it as I'd faced every situation. Like a warrior. Suddenly my bladder was screaming at me, and I carefully, gently disentangled my body from yours and rolled softly out of bed so as not to disturb you. I walked into the small toilet, and took a piss. I was shaking... actually shaking from the intensity of the experience. I'd be lying to myself if I tried to say I wasn't scared shitless. I was. This was all new territory.

I finished with my piss, then walked back out of the bathroom, suddenly realizing you are awake. I stare at you all over again, sayiing, "Morning Evan."
09:42 Shutupandfight:

I'm spread out naked on the bed. The beam of light coming through the blinds draws a glowing line over my soft cock, up my abs and pecs, across my face, and into my messy hair where the light seems to explode and illuminate every strand.

I'm still processing what happened last night. It was incredible. I don't know what I'll even say to you now though.

My thoughtful stupor is broken by your voice. Fuck, just the sound of you made my cock twitch. I roll over onto my stomach. The light now cuts across my shapely ass, smooth and muscular. My mouth goes dry when I see you there. Fuck this man is gorgeous. I swallow. "Morning Derek..."
10:00 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes drink in your form as the sun plays across the cut of your muscled, slightly hairy pecs and ridged abs. Your hair, as I recall from last night was professional and neat, now mussed up. I like it better this way.

You turn over onto your front, the sun playing across your hot ass and the curves and contours of your muscled back. I swallow hard, getting my first deep look at your body in the light of day. I stride towards you, my face cocked in a half grin.

I suddenly feel a need to have you in my arms again, and sit down against the head of the bed, reaching down, grabbing your body, my steel, corded muscles rippling with power as I manhandle your tough beef, pulling you up against me, leaning back against the wall at the head of the bed, wrapping my arms around your muscled pecs, squeezing you tight, then my head tucked in besides your, growling, "Well, how the hell can a man prepare for what happened last night, you've grabbed me by the balls... " I turn your chin to stare up into my eyes, and it's clear by the look in my eyes I know perfectly well it's not just my balls you've got me by.

"How the hell did you pull you off that off Evan?" I said in a voice that was a bit serious, but mostly light hearted, still trying to process all the feelings and reactions ricocheting inside me. My cock stiffens instantly, the feel of your strong fighter's body against my hairy pecs and abs going straight to my nuts.

10:06 Shutupandfight: The blood rushes to my cock as you pull me against you and make me look in your eyes.

I chuckle at your question and kiss your lips. "Don't ask me, man. This was the last thing I expected."
10:35 AgentDerekSteel: I kiss you back, once again getting lost in the taste of your hot mouth, the feel of your muscle against me. Oh fuck does it feel good. The thought flashes through me that I need to let you know who I am, what I do, but not yet, not now. But sometimes life doesn't give us that luxury. Even losing myself in the kiss with you, my combat training is still with me. I hear some faint noises outside the hotel room door. Beneath you, my muscle tenses suddenly, and I break off the kiss. My gut tingles in warning, and I barely have time to move you off me, and start to get up off the bed when the hotel room door is brutally kicked open and two huge,muscled men in plain street clothes burst in, pistols in hand pointed unerringly at me.

Fuck me. I feel a sense of panic. Not for me, but for you. I feel sick to my gut that I've put you in danger, ripping me to shreds inside. But I keep calm, outwardly as what I take for two plains-clothes officers, FBI or CIA most likely, shout "FREEZE! AGAINST THE WALL DEREK! NOW!" I don't know how they tracked me here, but I swear if I live this I'll find out.

I keep my hands raised where both officers can see me. I respond calmly, "No need to get excited." One of them grabs me roughly and slams me face first up against the wall, I don't resist. Not yet. There will be a moment when I can strike. There always is. The two officers know how dangerous I am, and one of them puts his gun up to my head while the other keeps his hand on the back of my neck, and reaches down for his cuffs with the other.

Not yet... almost. The one holding the gun to my turns his head for a moment, and looks at you, "DON'T MOVE ASSHOLE!" he shouts, "DON'T KNOW HOW YOU ARE MIXED UP WITH THIS FUCKER, BUT WE'LL FIND OUT." Hearing him threaten you suddenly sets of a bomb inside me, I barely control my rage, how dare those fucking assholes threaten a single hair on your head, fight to find my icy cold calm again, and act.

My elbow shoots backwards suddenly, knocking against the forearm of the officer holding the gun to my head, sending it flying across the room. At the same time, my foot smashes up backwards in a precise and brutal donkey kick to the officer's nuts as he stands behind me, feeling the heel of my foot smash his balls deep against his pubic bone. Two on one are never good odds, especially with me naked and unarmed, but hell, I've faced worse. I turn my back to the agent I just nutted and with my fists up, I turn to engage the agent standing beside me, the one I just disarmed.

But, the agent I just nutted is a tough dude, and recovers faster than I gave him credit for, starting to stand up, and just beginning to move towards my undefended back.
11:18 Shutupandfight:

Just when I think I'm in for round 2 with this fierce warrior, everything goes to shit. There's roughly a half second between me getting thrown to the ground and the front door busting open. I'm stunned frozen by the sight of two men with guns ordering you to surrender. Are these cops? Shit, what kind of guy did I get mixed up with?

I'm just sitting there, barely registering my nakedness. I'm just trying to process everything going on. You're slammed against the wall with guns leveled at you. Holy shit.

Suddenly, one of the men turns to me. I think I'll finally get an explanation. No such luck. I never had much faith in law enforcement, and I could tell these dickheads weren't on my side.

I silently cheer for you when you make your move. I'm not sure how I feel about you in this moment, but I'm glad you seem to be winning. I track the gun as it flies across the room. While everyone is focused on you, I grab it. I have "works well under pressure" on my resume for a reason. My mind is working a thousand miles a minute, trying to keep track of everything going on. That's when I see the recently disarned dumbass advance on you.

I'm not letting anything happen to you until I have answers. After I check to make sure you have the other guy occupied, I move on the one approaching you from behind. With his back turned to me, I crack the handgun across the back of his skull. I immediately leap back to put distance between the two of us as I point the gun at his midsection. I don't really know how to use a gun, but they don't need to know that. The basic mechanics are pretty obvious, anyway.

I keep calm and I ready myself for a few situations. One. He turns and charges. Then I shoot. But then the other might fire at you out of panic. Either way, I decide if I shoot this one, then the other one needs to go immediately after. Shouldn't be too hard at this distance. Just don't think about it.

Two. He turns and freezes. Maybe things calm down and I can get answers.

Three. I totally fucked up and now I get killed. Then it's up to the well-paid lawyers at my company to find justice for their dearly departed vice-president of marketing.

I steel myself for whatever comes next.
11:41 AgentDerekSteel: I face off against the second agent, who is recovering from his shock. He starts to turn his pistol towards me, when suddenly I hear a loud crack behind me, and a heavy weight hitting the floor. I don't know what happened, but I can't take my eyes off the man with the gun, but strangely he suddenly changes directions, his eyes going wide in shock. He shifts his gun to point at someone behind me, and there is only one other man in the room that he might consider a threat. FUCK NO!! My hand flies out as fast as lighting, grabbing his wrist just before he pulls the trigger, as the gun goes off with a BANG. I know I fucked his aim, but was it enough?

I crush his wrist with my fingers digging deep into the soft underside of his wrist, and he screams in pain, dropping his gun. My other hand swoops down, and grabs the pistol in mid air. The agent tries to throw himself to the side, but I'm fast on the draw, and it takes one bullet through his head and he isn't worrying about anything anymore. Those few moments when I didn't know if you were alive or dead were some of the most harrowing I've ever faced. How the hell can a man I never even knew existed before today suddenly matter so much to me? I don't know. But I know I'd take a bullet for him. I know I've never felt more relieved than seeing you still very much alive. I'm struck suddenly by your extraordinary bravery and courage, what balls you have. Only makes the emotions churning in my guts that much more powerful seeing how you deal with real shit.

I turn, to see you very much alive, a bullet in the wall only an inch to the side of your head. The man you knocked down turns suddenly, and makes a quick judgement. He's not aware I've just killed his buddy, and hearing the two other gunshots, thinks that I've just been killed. He decides to distract you, giving his partner a chance to take you out. He charges you, expecting to see you drop with a bullet between the eyes, knowing that his partner is a crack shot and won't let him down.
11:53 Shutupandfight: Just barely escaping death and watching my lover of last night kill a man does something crazy to my head. Suddenly, I'm not feeling anything anymore. My face goes neutral. When the man I just clubbed turns to attack me, I don't hesitate. With an eerie coolness, I fire twice into his chest. He hits the ground, and I fire once more into his skull to make sure the job is finished.

When I look at you, the relief on your face is evident. It's not a look I expected to see. Unfortunately, by this point, I'm totally disconnected from my emotions. My expression remains blank as I level the gun at you in a swift movent. My eyes flick to the gun at your side and back to you.

"Drop it and tell me what the fuck just happened."
12:08 AgentDerekSteel: I don't hesitate for a second, wracked by a torrent of emotions. I drop the gun without a moment's hesitation, and lift my arms up over my head. I look you straight in the eye, recognizing the cold emotional disconnection that slides over your features. We've all been there before, all of us who have killed.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a single tear wells up out of my eye, and runs down my cheek. I can't even begin to try and articulate them right now. I look deep into your eyes, and speak finally. "If you put a bullet through my head right now, you'd be doing the authorities a huge favor. I'm a mercenary and a contract killer. My services are not cheap, and I've developed quite a reputation for conducting hits on what we consider in the business 'high danger targets'. Special forces. CIA. MI6. FBI. I'm wanted in more countries than you have probably ever visited. These two must have been following me for a while and tracked me here. I don't know how. And you know what, none of that fucking matters to me right now. What matters is that I endangered your life, and of all the shit I've done in my life, right now, that feels like one of the heaviest pieces of shit to carry, because nothing like last night has ever happened in my life, and you don't deserve this shit. If you decide to paint the floor with my brains right now, than I'll die a happy man, knowing you are safe. " Strangely, a few more tears have joined the first. I'm not a man who is usually very much in touch with his emotions, but somehow, right now, I've got to have enough for both of us.
12:21 Shutupandfight: Maybe it's seeing a raw display of emotion from you, but something makes me come to my senses. The reality hits me all at once and I run into the bathroom to throw up.

What the fuck do I do now? I killed someone. Probably a government employee. I'm fucked.

I wash my mouth out. I can't panic. I'm an innocent bystander. I met a man at the bar, went to his motel room, and acted in self defense when I felt threatened. I'm surprised to see you still there when I get out. I start putting on my clothes. I can't look at you. "I just want to go home." My voice is shaking. "I won't tell anyone about this. Just let me go back to my life for gods sake."
12:42 AgentDerekSteel: I look at you, as you suddenly run to the bathroom. That's a good sign actually. You can't keep these emotions in, you have to let them out, and puking is a great form of cartharsis after killing someone. At least if you aren't used to it.

I feel hollow inside. Empty, a shell. Something happened last night that was practically miraculous. Special. Unique. But now, I saw that the cold realities of my life have killed it before it even had a chance. If it ever had a chance.

I can't even begin to describe how much I'm hurting right now. Such a roller coaster of emotions. I'm still standing there naked when you come out of the toilet and I notice that you aren't able to meet my eyes. I don't force anything. I'm done, beaten. Almost broken. But I'm a warrior, and I'll face this like everything I've ever faced. Head on. Not looking back.

You tell me what you want, and I nod, getting dressed. I speak then, needing to deal with practicalities for a moment. "I think it's safe for you to just walk away and return to your life. They were looking for me, not you. They never knew you existed, and there is no prior connection between us. And..." I look at the dead agents significantly, "...they aren't telling anyone anything. But, just in case, I want you to take this." I hand you a business card with a number on it. "That's my private number. If you should get into any kind of trouble over this mess, call me, and I will help you in any way I can. Go now Evan, get back to your life. Pretend this is all just a nightmare that never happened. You deserve it, you deserve a normal life, not this shit." I get dressed quickly and efficiently, and turn to leave the room. Determined not to look back, aching not to leave you, but knowing I have no choice. I've know I'm leaving something behind that I never knew I had to begin with.

Published: 2020-06-09, viewed 53 times.