Ling kicked a rock all the way home along the cobbled street, it was getting dark now that it was winter and he could smell weed lingering in the air, so he stopped at a convenience store to grab some beer and a snack. He called Er and talked about the job for a while as he kicked off his shoes and checked the fridge. Inside there was a box of tomatoes and ketchup. On the sofa, however, there was beer, so he opened a can and sat back.
Talking on the phone and leaning back on the sofa reminded him of last night, the way their shoulders were nearly touching, the heat that he tried so hard to ignore and the way Er stood up and hurriedly left after eating. Ling got up only to lie back on the ground, spreading his arms and legs across the tiled floor, it was cold but nice, even through his stuffy suit.
Next week he was going to carry out the mission and even though it was really occupying his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about Er.
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Ling and his team met under a bridge at night, the river reflected the moonlight just enough for them to see each other and the smoke pouring out of a pipe next to them made for great cover, they connected their ear pieces and chose a spot to park the car. It was under a flickering streetlight that had a dent, nearly bending it in half. Everything was in place so they all waited in the dingy little car that had scratched up red leather seats with some of its cushioning falling out. There was barely enough space for the men to move their legs with 4 of them crammed behind the front seats. It was almost like a clown car.
The longer they waited, the more restless the men were, they had started to get bored and began flicking rubber bands and tossing pennies in the air. Ling, however, was sitting very still. He didn't want to move, in fear that they might be seen or get caught by whoever that so very powerful important man, that was, under no circumstances, to catch them.
An expensive looking black car pulled up near them, followed by and led by two others. As it stopped, three men got out the two cars and waited near the door of the middle car. A tall man got out, he was wearing a long black trench coat with a black fur coller around his neck and circular sunglasses sitting just below the bump in his nose. As he stepped out the car the heels of his shoes clacked on the pavement. The man looked up at the dented street lamp, then at the car beneath it.
Ling's breath hitched.
The man turned away and walked to the start of an alley and looked at the watch on his wrist. He lent back on the wall and waited as he watched all his body guards get back in their cars and drive away.
Ling took this as an opportunity, he nodded to his men and two of them jumped out the car with him. Ling made a mad dash for the tall man and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him back. The other men reached for the case, and made a run for the car, so did Ling but he felt his body lurch forward and stop. He turned around and the tall man was holding onto his coller.
Only then, did Ling take in his appearance. He was tall, really tall, with bright blonde hair and a jawline that could cut paper. His nose was tall as well and had a bump in the middle, and his two piercing blue eyes glared down him.
Ling struggled to get free but this man was much bigger and stronger, and began dragging him into the alley. It was really narrow, just enough for two people to walk next to each other and the ground and walls were damp with old rainwater. It's smelt mildly of piss but all Ling noticed was that the sounds of his car driving away was at least a minute ago, and now, he really had no escape.
"You're quite the looker. " The man said, "Though, I knew you'd be, "
"Let go you twat" Ling spat out as he struggled more, he was starting to feel hopeless, he might actually die here, in this stinky alley. And the funny thing was, he was thinking about Er.
"Mmm, you do have nice hair" The man held Ling with one arm and felt his hair with the other. "My name is Yi." Ling could not think of a single reason why that could possibly be relavent.
"What do you want?" He was scared, especially since he was being held in place by just one arm. Yi flipped him the to face the other way and twisted Ling's arms behind his back and brought his face right up to his ear. He breathed into Ling's neck as he took off both their jackets, dropping them onto the ground.
Ling was trembling, his faced was pressed right up to the damp wall and he could feel Yi's hands caressing him, but he couldn't move or get away.
"You..." Ling tried to start talking but immediately stopped when he felt a cold hand reach towards his trousers. He flinched and looked back, eyes wide, shaking, and Yi was just grinning back at him.
He felt a rush of cold air hit his lower body.
"Please... Stop.. What are you doing?" His lips wavered after each word, he squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head lower.
His trousers dropped around his ankles and the winter air surrounded his bare legs. It was really cold but that was the last thing on his mind.
Yi began feeling up Ling's ass, his finger lingering at the entrance. Suddenly, he thrust a finger in. Ling gasped, his eyes snapped open. He look back again but quickly turned towards the wall. Yi's eyes were practically glowing, enjoying and bathing in the fear. Yi didn't stop, he moved his fingers quickly as Lings legs grew weak, he was shaking and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes.
"It Hurts. Stop.... Stop please..." Ling was holding back his voice, he didn't dare make a sound.
"You're awfully quiet, maybe I haven't found it yet..." YI chuckled as if something was funny. Nothing could possibly have been funny in that moment.
Yi pressed his fingers harder, faster, deeper, adding a third. Ling gasped again, his head flew back.
"Ah..."
He clamped his mouth shut immediately, and looked at the ground, his legs lost their strength beneath him and the wall was so rough on his face.
"It hurts, stop... "
"I don't know about that... You seem okay." Yi leant forward and looked at Lings face, "Ah, it must be the wall, of course! Should I flip you towards me then?" He grabbed Ling's shoulder and turned him to be face to face while lifting the two arms he was holdinh above his head. Ling was barely able to stand on his toes and his still couldn't move from Yi's grip. He struggled more, sweat dripped down his small nose and forehead and his cheeks were flushed red.
"You look good like this." Yi whispered. Unzipped his trousers and began to Jerk off, Ling looked and panicked.
"Haa... Please... Don't... " He looked up so pleadingly but Yi lent down, holding Ling's struggling face up with his hand.
"You ready?" Ling shook his head violently, "alright, haha" Yi thrust inside, he breathed out hard, looked down and smiled. He kept thrusting, it was actually quite difficult, Yi thought that what they needed, was some lube.
Ling shouted, he screamed in pain and tears began to fall from his eyes. His whole body was trembling as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
"Open your eyes, have a look" Yi huffed, "You're incredible" Ling couldn't bear to look and just tried to focus on his breathing. Every time Yi thrusted he felt a wave of shivers over his body, he kept saying stop and no over and over, but it seemed like no one could hear him.
*this chapter is still being written :) *