“Do you like that daddy?” Blaine asked. He couldn’t respond, engulfed in pleasure. “If you don’t respond, I’ll assume you don’t want me anymore.”

“Y-yes. Good boy, Daddy wants you to fuck him harder.”

“Yeah?”

Blaine motioned for the guy underneath to come out after he came. He freed the man on the table and they left. The only ones still there were the three other sex workers, his men, and him.

“Shove your cock down his throat,” he ordered one of the workers, who had been on waiting on standby.

He did as he was told immediately, and Blaine took in the sight of the old man on the table as he was fucked both in the ass and the mouth. Once he was stiff enough, he motioned for them to bring the senator to him.    

“Since your being such a wonderful daddy right now, I’ll let you suck me off. How about that?”

The senator approached him greedily, letting his filthy mouth go over him. While he hated this senile old man and his tiny cock, imagining that assassin’s lips around his large cock was enough to entice him.

He struggled to get him into his mouth, Blaine’s cock being too large for him. It was making Blaine impatient, so he grabbed him by the hair and shoved it down his throat.

“Take turns fucking him.”

So they did, they fucked the old man good and hard. Their hard thrusts shook his face in between his legs, but Blaine’s eyes stayed locked with theirs. They slammed him until the senator was dripping cum onto the floor, anticipating that Blaine was going to reward them later.

Every time they thrust into him, he rode up and down his member. The tears and gagging didn’t subside as he pulled the old man’s head away. Blaine didn’t need him croaking. Then he continued to thrust into his throat repeatedly. He was getting there, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

He stopped, tossing the old man aside. He needed someone who actually knew what they were doing, and looked to one of the men with a desire burning so hot it got them eager.

“One of you, whoever is the best at head, please do something about this.” He pointed to his half erect cock, and the man adjacent to Sugars stepped forward and lowered himself.

When his mouth finally reached him, sending pleasures through his member, Blaine sighed in relief. He kept imagining Trey’s lips, unable to push it from his brain until his insides felt like they were going to explode. Still, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t blame them, it was his own fault.

Blaine tapped the man’s shoulder and stood, releasing his cock before turning Sugars around and bending him over the couch. “For being such a good boy and fucking that old coot, I’ll reward you first.” Sugars groaned, his cock throbbing enticingly as Blaine spread his cheeks and thrust into him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Blaine thrust, unable to hold back as he grabbed Sugars chest and pulled him back towards him, ramming up into him. Sugars instantly came, letting out a thrilling sound. It still wasn’t enough, so he switched to the other man and fucked him too. He continued to do so until he finally came, but it was unsatisfying.

He didn’t feel the same thrill and sensation as when that assassin had fucked him. He could feel the tingling vibrate through his body like an overwhelming wave of water. He was going to put a hit on this senator, he had to. As bait, it was too tempting and lucrative for his favorite assassin to pass up. He was going to have him again, one way or another.

***

Blaine tapped his glass of whiskey repeatedly, really annoyed. It had been months since he had put the offer out. He got many takers, but he was fishing for a specific person. Eventually, he gave up and offered it to someone else.

Granted, the senator situation was taken care of, but he had a huge problem. He didn’t know the nature of the contracts his assassin accepted. So he started putting out hits on people he hated in all sorts of business ventures.

The act put everyone he did business with on guard, assuming he was cleaning house of traitors. Even his own men were on pins and needles, so there was no way the news hadn’t spread to his assassin. He couldn’t track him down, knowing his associates kept their dirty secret closer than their enemies.

Still, nothing happened, and he was getting angry. So he did what any boss of a multi-continent crime syndicate did, he took it out on other people. At least he only did so to those who deserved it, and not just anybody.

Which led to his current situation where he was staring down at a business partner that had claimed one too many zeroes on his stake of their underhanded deal.

“Johnny, you know I’m in a bad mood right?” he asked.

“That’s apparent, you’ve been a mad dog for months.”

“Then you should know that it sucks for you to get caught right now, right?”

“Well, what are you goanna do then?” he snickered, his Irish accent slurring.

“We have been in business for years, so how about I take some flesh and call it a day?” Blaine stated, not really asking.

“Sure, let’s do that. But remember Blaine, your making enemies with your behavior.”

He swallowed his whiskey, really wanting to slit his throat at the moment. Leonard stepped in, offering to cut one of his fingers off. He knew Leonard was trying to downplay the situation to avoid further trouble.

“Remember who issues you that cash in your pocket before I just choose not to,” he threatened. The gleam in his eyes was dangerous, enough that the man turned his head down and accepted his punishment.

Blaine walked from the room, his irritation becoming depression at this point. That fucking prick turned him into a mushy, emotional mess. This wasn’t him, he needed to move on and forget him. It was clear it wasn’t a relationship, just a one night stand.

Fuck, he had given himself to Trey in the heat of the moment. It was something he had never done before. He hated himself more every day for doing it. It was a mistake he couldn’t rectify, because now at least one person in the world knew what Blaine Taranis was like getting fucked in the ass.

He walked out into the hallway from the back room, making his way into the entrance foyer. He took a deep breath and looked around the opera house, enjoying his moment of peace before being interrupted once more.

“Mr. Taranis,” Mr. Cameron called. He instantly regretted acknowledging his greeting, seeing him approach with his daughter.

For fuck sake, every time he went to a social setting some ass-wipe was trying to hook their daughter up with him. Granted this particular one was the head of a prestigious company founded all over the world. It didn’t change the fact that he was gay and still not interested. Kids or a successor, maybe.

“Mr. Cameron, what brings you here?” he asked.

“Light night out Mr. Taranis, with my business associate. This is my daughter, Lilla.”

“Pleasure,” he replied, faking his smile and a soft kiss her to her hand. He wanted to gag, incredibly impatient to leave now.

“Your business associate?” Blaine asked, trying to distract him from furthering any business talk with his daughter.

“It has been a while, Blaine.”

His eyes jolted to the man coming up to them, a light smirk playing on Trey’s lips. Trey had made his sudden appearance, and it had sent waves of all sorts of emotions through Blaine in an instant. The most predominate being anger.

Should he lock him away? Should he call an army to capture him? His anger was masked by his pleasant smile, hiding the burning desire to trap his one night stand on a bed for weeks as a punishment.

The spark in Trey’s eyes made it obvious he was amused at the frustration Blaine was so carefully covering up with the carefully practiced curve of his lips. Blaine was going to bend him over and fuck him good one day.

“You know each other already?” Mr. Cameron asked, the fear in his eyes giving away his hesitation. Anyone who was associated with an assassin, wasn’t someone a person would usually want to make a connection with, unless they wanted someone to disappear.

“Briefly, just a cross of interests. Nothing serious,” Blaine offered. If eyes could kill from a moment of displeasure, Trey’s was doing it.

“Yes, we had a cross of interests and made a connection. Something not easily obtainable in this world.”

“Yes, it has been months since we last crossed paths. How are you doing? I hope your exploits have been fruitful?”

It seemed liked they were just casually conversing to the daughter, but Mr. Cameron immediately picked up on the tension between them. Trey gritted his teeth, hoping to mask the unpleasantness.

“It has, never ending tasks and lots of travel took up a lot of my time.”

“Shame, maybe you can visit in the future? If not, just send me a postcard on occasion. I do like those who try to keep good relations.”

Mr. Cameron took notice of this and smiled, nodding at his comment. “I’ll keep that in mind, perhaps a celebratory gift for the holidays?” he asked. Blaine totally walked into that one.

“Of course, just let my personal assistant Leonard know.”

Blaine motioned to him, and Leonard nodded a greeting. Leonard was keeping a close watch on Trey, knowing exactly who he was and how it was setting his boss off. He just hoped it didn’t end with the whole opera house being covered in dead bodies.

“Then I shall, are you going to stay for the next showing?” Mr. Cameron asked.

“No, I think I’ve had enough for the night. I also have a prior engagement I must attend, so I must give my solemn condolences.”

Trey’s eyes danced with the thought ‘Liar’ as he bid his farewell and stormed from the building. Blaine wasn’t anticipating his arrival at all, which made him even madder. Instead of coveting him, he decided it was best to let him go. Best to discard that which held no meaning to begin with.

He knew it was lie to himself, but he needed something to tell himself as an excuse to continue his life the way he had been living. Leonard followed him straight to the car that pulled up for him, getting into the passenger side after opening and shutting his door.

“Sir, would you like me to keep tabs on him?” Leonard asked, hesitating and trying not to prod him.

“No.” His solemn and saddened voice took the driver and Leonard by surprise, making them glance at each other. “Just take me to the club.”

He looked out the window as the car moved, ignoring the blurring buildings passing by. What was he doing? He suddenly wanted to just retire, leave the world behind and venture out somewhere no one could find him. He wanted to disappear, which made him think of the man whom he had replaced.

Blaine finding a successor? He wasn’t so sure about that, but if he had to pick someone it would be Leonard. He was the only one who had been with him long enough, so he deserved it. He also had more patience than most and knew how things worked.

“Leonard.”

“Yes sir?”

“If I retired, how would you feel?” Leonard and the driver did a double take, unsure how to answer.

“Sir, you’re only in your forties.”

“Many other associates have successors.”

“Yes, but they are also aged men compared to your youth.” The car fell silent, his attempt of dissuading Blaine put him in an even worse mood. There was no more conversation after that.