“The person who hired me to find him first.” This alerted his instincts immediately, but was careful not to show it.

“I won’t reveal my client, that’s bad for business, but I will fulfill whatever stipulation you want on top of bringing my client what they want so I still get paid.”

“You sound like your typical ethical by the book man,” Blaine stated.

So, this man was an assassin for hire, entrepreneur, and mercenary huh? That meant he probably let himself get captured on purpose. Now that he got a good look at him and his clothes, he could picture it. He sighed, losing interest in this game which his guest seemed to notice.

“Whatever, your obviously more hassle than you originally looked. Plus, my beef isn’t even with you, so you can just leave. I’ll have my men escort you out to prevent any issues from arising.”

He seemed surprised. “That’s it? Should I be worried about you putting a hit out on me?”

“What good would that do? You said it yourself, you’re untraceable anyway and you seem to know the right people. Plus, I don’t want to tip off your client. So at least do me the courtesy of not telling them we had this discussion.”

He nodded his head politely in agreement. It was a shame, he wanted to try and take a bite of this one, but he wasn’t stupid. Bite off more than you can chew and you always choke on it. He smiled at the thought, remembering his predecessor.

“Something funny?” he asked.

“This situation, just reminds me of the good old days,” he joked, now pulling out a cigar.

The man eyed him careful as he lit it evenly, trying to figure out his angle. Funny thing was, he really had none now. Originally, he just really wanted to fuck him.

“How so?”

“Just reminds me of a happier time, when someone I know finally met their match.”

“What happened?”

“He choked.”

The man fell silent in front of him as he dialed his phone and his bodyguard came on the phone. “Escort Mr…” he paused and looked up, awaiting his name.

“Needless, Treyton Nyx Needless.” Blaine made a face, shrugging off how unusual it was.

“Escort Mr. Needless to the entrance, make sure he has all his things, and for god sakes figure out the damn schedule! You bother me again this weekend for some shit like this, someone is doing over time for a month.”

Overtime meant cleaning up after everyone else’s mess, including his. This meant loads of bodies to dispose of and little time to rest. Everyone hated it, no one liked doing it, and so the person on his shit list always ended up getting it.

“Have a nice day Mr. Needless, I hope we don’t meet again.” He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed when he said that while he walked from the room.

***

It was Saturday evening, barely a full day after the incident where he met Mr. Needless, that he was getting out of the bath and heading to bed, when he stopped at his fridge to get something refreshing to drink.

He couldn’t get that playful smirk out of his head, wondering if he made the right call to just let him go. It didn’t matter now, he was in the wind.

He opened his fridge, looking at all the various foods and drinks stock piled in it and finding none of it appealing. Blowing out a huff of air, he grabbed some tea before shutting it. He was in the middle of chugging it down when a voice spoke up from across the room, taking him by surprise.

“This is nice to see, did you enjoy your shower?” Mr. Needless asked.

He almost spat out the tea, managing to keep his composure. He turned into the darker part of the room where his reading chair was, and spotted him sitting there with a body bag next to him. His mind did quick calculations.

Him in the shower equals when he came in, Assassin equals how he got in, which means his guards were probably dead?

“Did you kill my guards?” Mr. Needless crooked a brow, finding his statement amusing.

“No, I just flashed my business card and said we had a meeting.” Was he being sarcastic? “Seriously, or did you forget you asked your guards to escort me once already?”

That was true, they probably thought he had some arrangement with him.

“Well, as long as I don’t have to pay a removal fee or negotiate new guard contracts.” He chuckled, responding to his statement with sarcasm.

“You really don’t like doing extra work, do you?”

“No.” He walked over to the bag, sipping on his tea once more. “If I remember correctly, I just let you go. We didn’t have an agreement, so why are you here?”

His guest’s eyes wandered over him, only dressed in a bath robe that was loose, and it gave him exciting chills. He didn’t mind him looking, he might even let him touch if he was good.

“Really? I considered it a between the lines agreement. A sign of good faith?” He stared at him, wondering what his game was.

“I already reported the corpse to my employer and completed my obligation. They even threw in removal for me which I normally don’t do, so here is the guy you’re looking for.” He offered a flash drive, sliding it onto the coffee table in front of him.

“Inside that is everything I got from interrogating him before I killed him. Locations, people involved, and where your money is. I can’t confirm who employed me, but I can tell you they are included in the list of people.”

“That’s an awful lot of help from someone I just let go.”

“Well, I like to keep my relations open when I need to. Plus, I got a strong sniff of who you are after we went our ways. You’re quite influential in your own way Mr. Blaine Taranis, and making an enemy of you wouldn’t make my days any easier.”

“So you want rights to do business in my territory?” Blaine wasn’t stupid, he wanted something. He just wasn’t expecting what he said next, making him pause and contemplate.

“I wasn’t looking for that, but if you want to throw that in, that’s acceptable. I was thinking more on the lines of establishing you as a solid relation?”

“Really? Well, I’ll have to come back to that someday.”

“Actually, I was hoping to make you an offer, favor separate?”

“What would an assassin want with me?”

Mr. Needless stood, approaching him casually. He had to be careful with this little minx, he was clearly up to no good.

“Well, we have good chemistry. I don’t find that often in my world.”

“And?”

“Perhaps we could share some platonic relationship, satisfy our needs?”

He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips, this wasn’t something he was expecting from an assassin. “Don’t you have standards?”

“I do, you meet all them as far as I know.”

“I don’t do bottom and I don’t do relationships.”

“Okay, I mean we could work on the bottom thing. As for relationships, I’ve never actually had one.”

He squinted his eyes, wondering where this guy was going with this development. Did he really just want to be occasional sex partners? He was really close now, to the point where his lips were centimeters from his own. He grabbed Blaine’s tea, and placed it on the coffee table.

“I’ll think about it, let me take care of this first,” Blaine stated, motioning to the body.

He grabbed his phone from his robe pocket and dialed. When his bodyguard answered on the first ring, he spoke clearly but his eyes were still plastered to the assassin who was wandering the room. What was he up to?

“Get up here and take care of this body. I have a flash drive, go through it and take care of it. Keep me updated and don’t do anything without my approval.”

He waited, a minute passing before two men came in and removed the body, also taking the flash drive. As soon as the door slammed shut, he felt breath at the back of his neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking the initiative?”

Before he could respond, he felt a hard tap to the back of his neck. When he woke up, he was naked and on his bed, blindfolded. His hands were tied together tight with a neck tie, and he breathed in to calm his senses.

“That didn’t take long, sorry about the nap.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Inviting you to play.” The sound of his coaxing voice, so velvety and smooth made him have dirty thoughts. “And it seems Jr. likes the idea of it.”

“I don’t do bottom.”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.” He wasn’t afraid of being a bottom, the problem was that he didn’t let anyone have him like that unless he was serious about them. That had never happened before. “Unless there is no chance or hope for me? If so, I’ll just untie you and you never have to see me again.”

His teasing and coaxing made Blaine hesitate, what was he getting himself into? He was drawn in just by his voice, acting like a rabbit hole for Needless to jump down into. He swallowed and let his head fall back, suddenly afraid he was about to bite off more than he could chew and willingly do so.

“Okay, but like I said, I don’t do bottom.”

There was a silence before he felt a cool hand on his cock, gently stroking. His answer had been him agreeing, but with a warning attached to it not to go too far. He could feel himself getting hard almost immediately by his touch, his breathing shallow.

“You’re rather large, I like that. Don’t worry, I’ll give you an experience you’ll never forget.”

The sensations were amplified by him being blindfolded, his shallow breaths becoming deep moans as Needless’s mouth settled on the tip of his cock. He took in a sharp breath, letting the sensation flood over him.

His tongue twirled and licked around the edges of his tip, making him twitch and become impatient. His hips moved upward, gaining the hands of Mr. Needless planted firmly on them before he consumed his whole cock into his throat.

He moaned, enjoying the wet and warm pleasure surrounding his member. He kept thrusting, feeling Needless’s tongue and throat muscles slither against his shaft and his hands massage his balls in unison. He shuttered, releasing into his throat.

It wasn’t enough. There was an itch he couldn’t scratch, something deep inside him was screaming to be let out. He just didn’t know how. “Give me instruction on what you like.”

His demand made him breathe deeply, trying to push away the fog of need. “Calling you Mr. Needless is tiring, how about something else?” Blaine felt his lips on his thighs, kissing lightly and making him anticipate his answer.

“It all depends on what you want our relationship to be established as? Business associates call me Mr. Needless, friendly associates call me Nyx, and people who know me better call me Treyton. Only someone close to me can call me Trey.” Someone close to him? What the hell was he hoping for right now?

“What do you want us to be?” he asked instead.

Blaine felt his tongue playing in circles on his skin, his thumb rubbing gently against his asshole. It wasn’t meant as anything other than a teaser to loosen him up enough to accept entry, but he was anxious. His last experience wasn’t something he found pleasuring.

“Whatever you want.”

The invitation was open and sitting there, would he be mad if he admitted he wanted more than what he had said earlier? He really didn’t lie, he didn’t do relationships. However, if it was him, Blaine was willing to make an exception.

Why was that? Did he recognize himself in the man that was assertively sucking at his body in that moment? Maybe he really just wanted someone to make him choke.

“Trey would be good, but I can settle for Nyx.”

He suddenly paused, causing Blaine’s anxiety to rise. Did he piss him off? Being tied up and blind folded wasn’t ideal to prevent his own death, not that he minded.

He suddenly felt Needless’s index finger slide inside his hole, plunging in slowly before starting to stretch him out. Lips touched his neck, slowly kissing up to his chin. The whispered words in his ear sent a tingling sensation right down to his cock, which made him hard once more.

“I can do Trey, but know that if you want that, you should reevaluate your relations with other people.”

Another finger penetrated him and he let out a louder moan. The sudden loss of his fingers had his hole aching, until he felt the tip of something slide into his ass.

“What the hell is that?” he asked alarmed.

“Relax, it’s just lube. I’m going to fill you a bit so I can loosen you up better.”

Blaine swallowed, realizing he was much more anxious than he thought as he felt the cool gel flood his insides.

The sensation was weird for sure, like he needed to push it out, but it still gave him a feeling of strange pleasure. When he reinserted his fingers, the sensation was set on fire as he felt them pull and grab at his insides.

He shuttered, gasping and unable to even moan properly as he pressed on something that sent a shooting tingle straight to his cock. It throbbed as Trey’s hand started to stroke him, not even managing to get a few more strokes in before he came.

“Someone’s sensitive down here. Almost like you haven’t been touched in a long time?”

He didn’t answer, trying to hide his face. He hadn’t allowed anyone to touch him there, but that was too embarrassing to admit now.

He suddenly felt another finger go in, earning struggled moans as Needless kept stroking his cock in unison. “You didn’t answer my question or response.”

What had he asked and what did he respond to again? As if knowing he had forgotten, he answered once more, finding pleasure in telling him again. He could hear the smile on his face, cocky bastard.

“I said if you want to be close with me, you need to reevaluate your relations with people. I run in a murky field of professionalism. If my clients find out about you as my partner, they will try to covet you to gain favor from me or threaten me if things go south. I’m a jealous man. Also, when was the last time you got fucked?”

Feeling his breath on his neck, his teeth nibbling on his ear, made Blaine want to just take in the pleasure and forget about words. Still, Trey was relentless. He clearly wanted an answer first.

“I will try my best to keep a distance from people involved with you. As for the last time I let someone fuck me willingly, you’d be the first.”

He paused, causing Blaine discomfort and irritation. That was before he felt a large cock pressing against his own. He let out a moan as their cocks slid against each other, the lube applied on them making them slide against each other as his hands stroked up and down their shafts together. He kept going faster and faster before keeping a pace that prevented him from catching his breath. It was so good, that he almost begged, wanting more.

When was the last time he felt this good having sex? All those years of fucking were nothing compared to this single night of pleasure. He felt himself climaxing once more, and he let out his name on his lips by mistake, already sealing the silent deal of a relationship more than just occasional fuck buddies.

“Trey.”