WARNING! LEMONS AHEAD!
HE WAS THE GOOD GUY...I AM THE BAD GUY. Maybe I'm mistaken this night...
Alfred landed on the ground with a flourish of practiced experience. The police were already surrounding the building, their cars parked around, and guns drawn ready. He looked around and found the lieutenant barking orders.
“Hold your fire men!”
“Lieutenant.” Alfred called. “Who’s in the building?”
"Mercernary. We’re trying to talk her out and send in the big guns, but she just answers us by shooting bullet in our asses.
"What's her kill?"
"The latest artifact for the auction tomorrow, the manager, who recently got out, says she got a journal. No civilities. She’s still in there, we hoped."
There was a sting beside his foot. A bullet. The attacker acknowledged them. He knew Mercernary wasn't in playing the trapped mouse, something was going on here. He was sure to check that out.
"Alright. As for the best of it I will remind you, secure tightly the perimeter around the building. Shoot anything that moves. I'll be back with the—”
As if on cue, several shots from the building rang about the ground. The guards duck but stood their ground.
"What about you?" The Lieutenant asked.
"No, don't shoot me.” he flashed a grin.
He entered, shoving the doors open. He looked around and found the place deserted, like no one had broken in. The glasses on display are still intact; still something is wrong about the atmosphere. There was movement at the corner of his eye, a tiny flicker of light. He dove for the opportunity.
The shooter lay hidden behind the post, crouched in the dark. He may be a superhero, but he's taking no chances of making fun of his opponent. The shooter might know his weakness. He cautiously moved to another corner. As he expected, another blast of fire. That revealed the position of the shooter.
He sprang into action. He flew high up, leaving bullets upon his wake. He dove for the shooter and straddled him. He kicked the rifle in his hands. The shooter kicked back his head, dizzying him for a moment. Another blow from the right, he nearly fell to the ground. Alfred thought he saw something strange about the thief. He pulled out the masked and...found another one covering her whole face. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to let this thief get away.
"So you're a woman." He locked both wrists above her head.
"Who are you working for?"
"Always the same question," she sighed, her chest rising. He was distracted in a tiny fraction of a moment.
"Where's the golden journal?"
She chuckled, a smile between a sigh. "A place where you can't touch."
"Playing dirty huh. Enough talk. I'm handing you out."
"Oh. But that's not going to be easy." Magically, she slipped her hands out of his grip and used her wrist to punch him on the jaw. That punch knocked him to the ground.
He lay sprawled before her. Instead of getting away, she planted her heal on his chest, preventing him to get up.
"Oh, darling please," she said grinning, her other hand on her hip. "You don't have to get up on my honor."
"--can't let you get away." Alfred tried to pull her foot away, the heel only sting harder.
"Mercenary." someone called behind her, she was distracted and that's his opportunity. With full force, he pushed her foot aside and grabbed her wrists, locked it in handcuffs at her back. They're eyes met. Her eyes were burning with hatred. Another voice boomed behind them.
"Buenas noches, mi amiga!"
The man, covered with a red cape and his face masked, stood above them, waiting on the second floor.
"Toma—!" Her plea was blocked by Alfred's hand on her mouth.
"You are very, very...very bad girl to let yourself be captured by that...bleh. Anyway, may I have my journal now?"
"So you're working for him. Have you also slept with that man?"
She pulled away. "That's none of your business."
"Toma—whatever your name is. Let us have a bargain."
The man brought out an average-sized machine and aimed it at them. Before he could shoot, Alfred already ducked out of the way, using his body to shield Mercenary. The man didn't stop there, his aim went through their hiding place and so he leapt up and changed their position.
"What's that my friend? A bargain?"
"That is one sick—Yes! I want a bargain." He shouted, irritated.
"Give me the woman and the journal and I'll let you get away."
Mercenary begun to speak again, stubbornly Alfred continued to put a hand on her mouth. "Wouldn't that be unfair?" Alfred answered back. "You'll take the journal, I'll take the woman. We're through."
"Ah, but with that woman, my share wouldn't be fair. Imagine, all the pleasures she can give to a man."
Now, Mercenary struggled to get away. "Quiet." Alfred whispered. He knows fully well it's true.
"So what's your deal, Toma—is that your name?"
"You take the woman, I take the journal. You put her in prison, your job's done. You get away, I get away. We're square…aaand no, Tomato Man is my name! Ha-ha!"
He risked a peek to the man; his eyes were brilliant greens, just like emeralds. He'll remember that eyes.
"How do I know you'll keep your side of the bargain?"
"You don’t mi amigo. That's what kept me doing this, it thrills me."
Explosion thundered almost beside them. Smoke rise from the source. Damn it. He should’ve known. The man distracted him with small talk, moving on a corner where there was a good aim from above. He can't risk flying; there may be another shot from the man. Mercenary lay on her back while he shielded her from the explosion. She lost consciousness. He fired from his hands, light emitting from his palm and to their attacker. He must have sensed it because there was a shift on the smoke. Alfred aimed and fired.
A laugh came from the other side, a maniac sound of triumph. He pushed deeper into the smoke and suddenly found the source of the explosion. The glass cases were damaged from the side. Probably meant for both of them. Shattering the glass, the man desired him to be out of guard, to make an escape. With what? Inside one of the glass cases rests an empty book case. Shit. Too late to follow the bastard. He coughed.
"What's with this smoke?"
He went back to the woman. She has woken up, the cuffs still attached to her wrists.
She cradled her head. Alfred looked at her, suddenly he remembered because of her being a burden Tomato man got away. 'Imagine the pleasures...'
"Come with me."
"To prison, I suppose."
The lights from outside vanished. They probably followed where the man Tomato man had gone. Still, he had matters to do.
Alfred half-dragged, half-pulled the woman to the upper office. He must know who this woman is. Locking the door behind him, he eyed her. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling. He focused on her face but her mask hid her features. Still, that didn't make him to stop knowing. He sauntered over her, stopping only to cup her cheeks. She stared back behind the mask, not any longer. He pulled the mask up and discovered...her girlfriend. His face must have registered shock.
"Surprise, surprise loverboy."
Alfred swallowed hard. After this time...he's already hard for her. Good thing there are always wide tables in expensive rooms.
He pushed her up on the table.
Only muffled sounds are left by his lips. He kissed her hard. She inhaled sharply after.
"You won't get away with this!"
"Of course, I will."
He kissed her again, already his hands undressing her. From the elastic top she had, its easy to pull it down. Her breasts sprang out, she yelped. She tried to push him away. He urged closer, licking her nipples out, kissing her decolletage up to her neck. She protested as expected, with her hands trapped at her back, she could do nothing to stop him.
"You should be punished." He whispered. "You deserve this, and I want this. Come tell me, you also want this to happen."
He unzipped his black camo pants and his shaft slip up, ready and hard. She stared hard.
"Who's your night in shining armor now?"
He pushed her hard down on her knees. Her eyes were close to tears. Maybe he got too far. So much for her being the bad guy, now he's acting like one. And he loved it.
"I'll promise I'll be gentle with you." It's not her first time anyway, just for the sake of pressing her. She revealed the tip of her tongue and nudged the end of his hard stick.
"Is that all you can do Merce?"
She explored the tip first, carefully nibbling with her mouth. Then she swallowed the whole, heaven to him. She slid his whole length inside her mouth, her warm tongue exploring.
He groaned. Yes, this is pleasure. She continued to suck, choking herself as she swallowed it all.
"Easy, little hellcat."
Alfred grabbed a bunch of her and pushed her mouth faster, guiding her how it was better done.
"O, yes. That's it." He said.
He pulled her up and lied her on the table, at the same time stripping her undergarments aside. He touched her.
"Already wet. He smiled seductively. "I like that."
He continued, while kissing her passionately. Their tongues are ablaze, both of them delving deeper.
A wave entered her. She gasped. She tried preventing him from moving inside, trapping his hip by her leg, only finding her efforts for naught. Alfred had her pinned down still. She tried to close her thighs. He forced it wide by his muscled thighs and she's sure he lied being gentle. He kissed her crazy as he continued to thrust deeply. Her only support is to hold herself by her secured hands at the edge of the table
He's going to force me to come, she thought. She half yelped, half groaned. The friction is very delicious she could scream in pleasure. He clawed the cheeks of her ass, bringing her deeper, managing her.
"I'll have you coming again and again. And make you scream...in pleasure." he grunted and she answered with a whimper. "Yes, that's it."
He delivered every blow with aggression, almost hurting her. His pace rubbed deeply. It stimulates every nerve inside her. Her voice caught up with her, screaming and gasping for breath.
"Please. Please, stop..." she gasped.
"No, you don't."
"Admit it," he thrusted fiercely.
He flipped her body, her rear facing him. He inserted two fingers inside her, earning him a groan. Finally, he entered his hard shaft inside, still making her cry in ecstasy. He pushed faster and deeper, penetrating the walls inside her. Hearing her wild wails only provoked him more. He grunted at his own satisfaction. More cries came, more groaning and touching. She pleaded him not to be too rough; it just made him disobey her.
Alfred made her kneel before him. She sucked again, her breasts bouncing as she slid his scepter inside and out. She moaned again. He began to love that sound. At last, he felt himself coming. He growled. She continued still.
"Very bad, indeed." He said behind his teeth.
She stood and wrapped a leg around his waist, inserting him in. She licked her lips and kissed him. She licked tongue, she bit his lip. She played the bad girl. He supported her, settling both his hands on her rear. She arched her back as, feeling again the ecstasy. She moaned.
Finally, his seed sprayed on her, at her breasts and her face. God, she looked done and sated.
“Let me tell you, something.” He whispered. “You’re not going to prison.”
She lazily turned her head to him, a frown on her face. Alfred pulled his mask. By her reaction, wide eyes and lips in the shape of an ‘O’, he smiled.
“Surprise, surprise babe.”