Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Tartaglia doesn't know at what point his life turned into one big circus, and he himself became the main acrobat. The young man made his way through a crowd of richly and elaborately dressed ladies and gentlemen. Transformed into a closed grand hotel, the pre-revolutionary estate sparkled with lacquered parquet boards, huge crystal chandeliers and marble statues of nymphs and Greek gods. Tall stained-glass windows shimmered with all shades of blue and gold in the light of the night moon, and somewhere in the distance on the podium there was an elegant snow-white grand piano on which a virtuoso pianist played sonatas, waltzes and mazurkas. The entire color of society gathered for a luxurious, stylized masquerade ball in the historical era.
The social event was in full swing, people were talking among themselves, discussing the latest news and summing up the results of the year, pinkish champagne poured into tall glasses pleasantly relaxed, set up a positive mood. Childe had only seen this in pictures in a history textbook, but to be in such splendor in reality… Ajax felt like a stranger at this celebration of life. The emerald-green uniform of the imperial officer emphasized all the advantages of the young man's figure, silvery aiguillettes and lampas, gold-laced epaulettes practically blurred the line between the past and reality. Tartaglia's face was securely covered by a snow-white mask with blue inserts.
The young man wanted to complete the last task this year, after the arrival of Zhong Li Childe moved to active action: he sent his brothers and sisters to stay with distant relatives for a while. The figure of a businessman is too contradictory, today he puts a knife to your throat, and tomorrow he gives generous gifts, and it is completely unclear what can be expected from him in the future. It's better to be safe. However, hiding in corners forever will not work, earnings are always needed, and the feeling of excitement mixed with the thirst for adrenaline weren't alien to Ajax. The guy turned to one of his old proven gunner, who certainly have never let the young man down with the search for orders. And indeed, a job was found.
Among the huge number of carelessly entertaining and talking people Childe needed to find just one person. A certain man, a middle-aged blondine, will be dressed in an English black suite with a shiny amber brooch, wearing a dauphin mask. This time Ajax demanded full information about the «client», but even the gunner didn't have much data. With antics and not without pressure, but Kaeya told that the case here is tied only to personal revenge, they say, some rich dude had an affair with a certain lady, and then abandoned her. Classic.
Thanks to a fake invitation and a suit helpfully provided by Alberich, Tartaglia was able to sneak into the party. The young man was surprised a lot when, coming out of the lair of the gunner in a natural parade, he was already waiting for a luxurious maserati of ultra blue color. Childe with eyes of five cents really wanted to clarify with the young man what funds he rented such an expensive car, and even with a driver. However, Kaeya seemed to be out, he just smiled nervously, saying that he made everything for Ajax.
A little bit more the guy will feel like Cinderella, but the prince he is looking for at the end will need to be carefully tucked into a little place, somewhere away from outsiders. In desperation, Tartaglia approached the podium with a piano, well, where is his victim, he has already walked around the whole hall twice, and there is still no man suitable for the description. Childe was already beginning to think that Kaeya had confused something with the description, when suddenly one figure appeared among the colorful fluffy dresses. The verbal portrait is completely the same, the man is standing near the wall and talking to some cute girl in a white dress. His gaze glides around the hall and casually touches Ajax, after that the man turns around and goes somewhere to the side. Here it is, Childe's chance to catch him!
Ignoring decency, Tartaglia rushed headlong forward trying to catch up with his «client». Turn right, then in a straight line, between people huddled in groups, fly past a blonde girl who smiles slyly, exchanging glances with her little ash-haired friend. Two figures appear in front of Childe: one is a dark-haired girl in a scarlet qipao, the other in a slate-black pantsuit and a voluminous hat with a twig of sakura.
«Sir! Try a cocktail» - a girl in qipao pulls out a tray in front of her on which there is a crystal glass with some foaming drink.
«Sorry, I don't have time» - Ajax wants to go around the strangers on the other side, but they don't let him through.
«Life is so short to hurry somewhere, try a cocktail, who knows, maybe you'll even like it» - the voice of the second girl is lower, but not threatening, rather instructive. Although the snow-white mask of a screaming ghost seems quite frightening to ginger boy. Meanwhile, the figure of the man in question is moving further and further away, at such a pace Tartaglia risks losing him. Reasonably reasoning that it would be easier to agree with the girls than to refuse the treat for another half hour, the guy drained the glass with a drink in one gulp. The taste is really pleasant, the sweet sour combination and the aftertaste of peppermint invigorates no worse than the energy drink.
Girls have received what they wanted, two strangers parted to let Childe rush forward. The guy doesn't lag a step behind the man, tries to keep his distance, but the man seems to feel that he is being chased and only accelerates his pace, turning into one of the dark niches, Ajax dives into the aisle after him. The sound of the sole is muffled cause to the soft carpeted floor. There is a subdued semi-darkness here, the light of the sconce is soft, warm yellow, and the corridor is narrow, probably used to serve as a passage for servants. It is impossible to make a mistake here, there is only one way, Ajax seems to have got into a maze, where from corner to corner only the very edge of white hair can be seen slipping around the turn, a little more, a little more. The young man doesn't run, he flies like a cheetah chasing an antelope.
The door slammed. Tartaglia stopped in front of the room. There are tall tubs with monsters on the sides, proud noble portraits and sketches of landscapes on the walls, and a gold-engraved plaque «13» weighs on the oak door. Childe's heart is pounding in his chest from running, breathing heavily, erratically, and whole body is pounding in some kind of adrenaline tension, a crazy smile on young man's face. A man has nowhere to run, unless through a window, but falling from the fourth floor is not the best way to get rid of a pursuer. Ajax pulls out his pistol from his belt, and hastily screws a silencer to it, checks the magazine, removes the weapon from the safety. Childe loves this exciting feeling, on the verge of the tangible, when the mind gets mixed up with the thirst for excitement, as if you are playing russian roulette. The guy tightens his grip on the barrel, listening to the silence, pulls the handle and the door swings open, opening the way for an assassin.
The light is on inside, it indicates the presence of someone in the room, Ajax silently sneaks deep into the room, carefully closing the door behind him so as not to attract attention. The apartments occupy a relatively small space, by the standards of rich people spoiled by the unlimited space, it's better, Tartaglia will be more convenient to finish off a man. The sound of running water from the tap is heard, which means a person is in the bathroom. In Childe's thoughts, the logical question doesn't even slip through, why the hell would a person who knows that he is being chased so stupidly give himself away? The young man is so passionate about his business that he doesn't notice anything around him.
He walks slowly, as if savoring every step to the room, barely breathing. And something strange is happening to him, his insides are tightening into a knot, his heart is thudding against his ribs, risking escaping from his chest, cheeks are burning with unbearable heat, the effect of running? Perhaps, but not enough to explain the mondrage that Ajax is currently experiencing. Tartaglia grabs the door handle, counting the rhythmic pulsation in his head. Now.
«I found you» - from a hot whisper in his ear, the guy jumps on the spot, goosebumps run down his spine, and his heart drops into heels. Someone's arms are wrapped around him from behind, hugging and pulling him like an old acquaintance, the stranger leaves an almost insignificant kiss on his neck.
«Who are you?» – spinning sharply, Childe finds himself face to face with a restrained grinning man, the upper part of his face hidden under an umber mask with gold embossing. Citrine eyes slyly look at the bewildered, trapped in the corner of Ajax. A bow made of black satin ribbon is easily untied, and his «victim», none other than Zhong Li appears in front of Tartaglia, who has fallen into a stupor. The young man is sincerely glad that the businessman isn't able to see his face, because emotions in the perception of Ajax change one faster than another. Is this some kind of joke?
«I promised that we would meet again» - and the man, as if nothing had happened, tucked a red unruly strand behind Childe's ear, - «The uniform suits you.»
Tartaglia remembers in time that he still has the advantage of a pistol loaded with live ammunition. His hands are shaking, and Ajax is behaving like after a student graduation, but the guy finds the fortitude not to succumb to provocations. Gathering his courage, he abruptly throws up his hands with a pistol, not even aiming, Zhong Li is so close that he can shoot at point blank range. However, the man turns out to be more agile, moves away from a direct attack, turns sideways and intercepts Tartaglia's hands. Childe had already mentally prepared for the blow, the pain was familiar to the young man, he often got into fights, and many of the people he killed were in no hurry to say goodbye to their lives so easily. However, instead of twisted wrists and broken fingers, the young man felt a strong, but not painful grip on his wrist, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the ceiling, and soft lips touched the back of his palm. Zhong Li gently kisses Ajax's hand, while he archly looks up at him, giving Tartaglia an illusory, almost mocking superiority.
Childe gets hot from this gesture, his cheeks turn scarlet either from anger or embarrassment, and a strange feeling of excitement flows somewhere lower, forcing the hired killer to blush even more actively. What's the matter with him? Why does his most dangerous enemy expel Ajax in the paint and why does he behave like this… Strange, unexpected. Tartaglia pulls his hand back, becoming enraged, he needs to get ready, he has a mission. The first rule of a mercenary: always take advantage of your opponent's weaknesses. The red-haired guy tries to kick Zhong Li on the leg, to touch the wounded thigh or at least to cut the shin, but all in vain, the brunette so easily escapes from every attack of Childe that Ajax on his background seems just a cow on ice. Prepared, bastard. Tartaglia fires two bullets, but expectedly misses, holing the wooden door, and the man didn't move at all, still smiles, doesn't attack, but defends himself extremely effectively, turning all the energy from the attacks of the young man against Ajax.
«I won't let you go so easily the second time. » - Child grins, he can't intimidate Zhong Li, but he still needs to let off steam. Grabs the businessman by the hand and tries to twist the joint so as to twist and immobilize the man. And inside, something is pounding furiously, explodes with sparks and hot lava descends into the lower abdomen, never in the life his own body failed Tartalia so harshly.
«Similarly» - Ajax's maneuver failed, Zhong Li twisted out from under the red-haired guy's grip, his hand slid over his shoulder. The young man stumbled on the edge of the carpet, risking crashing his face into the door jamb with all his might, help came from nowhere. Zhong Li caught the falling Tartlet under his chest, holding him by the hand. Child faced a difficult choice: either he finally loses his balance and falls to the floor, or he loses a loaded and ready-to-fire pistol. Neither option tempted Ajax, clenching his teeth, he released the weapon, allowing the man to take the glock from his hands. However, Tartaglia is not going to capitulate so easily, he kicks, shakes his head, unsuccessfully tries to free, that is why young man accidentally gives Zhong Li a sharp slap in the face.
Childe's motto is "Go to victory" - although in this case it was necessary to sacrifice this principle. When you find yourself pressed against the wall, and the muzzle of a loaded pistol suddenly appears under the jaw, the level of bravura mood decreases sharply. A trace of a palm turns red on his cheek, his face again expresses only restrained coldness, and dangerous yellow lightning flashes in his eyes, oh, and this is not good. A sudden change of mood scares even more, it is unknown where the boundary line is, after which Zhong Li turns from a restrained gentleman into a cold-blooded and vindictive killer. The mace is on the trigger, and the fear is creeping higher and higher, Childe seems to be back in his childhood, where he is standing on a secluded night street, only this time he has already been attacked, it's scary, and most importantly, there is even no one to call for help, you need to solve your problems by yourself.
«Are you afraid of me?» – Ajax noticed that Zhong Li has one interesting feature, he tries to adapt to the interlocutor, that's why his business is so successfully going uphill. Tartaglia understands that the integrity of his skull will depend on the answer he gives, if he lies, the man will blow his brains out without any hesitation, and Childe isn't ready for this, he doesn't understand at what wilds Zhong Li is leading him into.
«I hate you so much» - the young man abruptly leans forward and crushes someone else's lips in a determined and furious kiss. Ajax bites his lips until they bleed, licks the blood and continues to deepen the kiss, he did and said everything that trembles in him now: burning anger and anger mixed with desire pulling and pulsating through his veins. He hates Zhong Li to the point of beaten knuckles, is ready to shout and express his anger in the most sophisticated way, this man has destroyed the usual way of his life, violated an unspoken law, invaded his family. And at the same time, he became his necessity. It's hard to admit, the young man was waiting for a man, looking for all possible information about him in the Internet, wondering when the promised meeting would take place. All in order to declare his deepest and most sincere hatred, which became his passion.
Childe doesn't even think about the consequences anymore, just wraps his hand around man's face and pulls them even closer. Zhong Li wanted to meet him, it was Zhong Li who lured him to this room, now let Ajax pay for everything he did, like Pandora, discovered the essence of Tartaglia, released all the darkness that had been accumulating in him for many years. Two angry, irreconcilable hostility looks: citrine and sapphire. Ajax breathes hoarsely, fitfully, removes the snow-white wig from Zhong Li, fingers creep into long black strands, touching gold earrings. Childe knows, a man feels the same way about him, for the first time someone managed to infuriate such a restrained, confident person like him. This uncertainty angers and makes the ground go out, a red-haired guy, in the ideal, emphatically verified Zhong Li's world, this is impossible, it's just illogical.
The gun slides from Tartaglia's chin, lower, to the neck, collarbones, heart, checking whether Childe will not get scared, whether he can be trusted, and the young man is already pulling off Zhong Li's jacket. The cardigan and the glock remain on the floor, and Zhong Li slides his hand over Ajax's thigh, throwing a long leg over his waist. The man unzips the buttons on his uniform one by one, while Ajax artlessly gets his hands under the snow-white silk shirt, petting the muscles with his fingers. He was getting more and more stormy, his fingers were shaking godlessly, as if the young man had drunk a whole bottle of champagne, but he hadn't even tasted anything while in the hall, if only a small cocktail…
Something between a hiss and a sigh breaks from the lips of Tartaglia, when a hot tongue leads a path from the ear to the adam's apple, the brunette jokingly bends an eyebrow in a silent question, and Childe, frowning with all his might, pretends that nothing ever happened. He must pull himself together, muster all his determination into a fist… However, the formation of a fighting mood is hindered by the hand moving towards the buttocks, the scarlet marks of hickeys left on Zhong Li's neck, without bites. He can't do that, he can't. Everything is getting out of control, Ajax is trying to artificially summon an aversion to the process, but he is forced to admit that with all the irrationalism of their situation, he is drawn to Zhong Li, if not platonically then physically.
The last decisive attempt to stop the moment: in addition to the pistol, he has plenty of other weapons with him, since Childe managed to lull vigilance, he needs to act. From the sleeve of his shirt, Tartaglia, as imperceptibly as possible, pulls out a short knife hidden in an additional pocket. Tartaglia's hand is behind the man's back, the young man tightens the grip, touching the blade, preparing to put the metal into the brunette's neck…
Zhong Li walk away to the right, heading Ajax's hand in the other direction. He's so close to the goal, just a little more, just a little more. Waves of a sharp knife repeated again and again, but the man dodges, trying not to step on the wounded leg, and so skillfully does it, as if… Dancing. Smoothly, but quickly, uses the environment and continues to smile so calmly, as if he was waiting for something like this from Childe. However, the man's face takes on a shade of discontent when he notices that in a fit of rage Ajax cut his hand on a knife. The giveaway game quickly ended, Tartaglia was again pressed against the wall, and the blood-stained blade forcefully entered the array of wooden panels, just a couple of centimeters from the breathless Ajax. The young man is blinking, more reflexively than out of fear, damn, what's wrong with him today, the body doesn't obey its owner. Now he can probably write a will and order a wreath for himself, it's scary to even imagine what a man will do to him after that.
«As always crazy, I warned you, but you hurt yourself anyway» - Zhong Li only shook his head in annoyance, looking at the wound on Childe's arm, not so big to run to the doctors, but as soon as the shock passes, it will hurt noticeably. The brunette clings to Tartaglia's palm, licks the droplets of blood that have appeared and whispers some spells in his native language, kisses the wound and gently strokes it with the pad of his thumb, let it heal as soon as possible – «You hurt not only others, but also yourself.»
Tartaglia doesn't understand why Zhong Li cares so much about the health of his killer? It's stupid, incomprehensible, but even more fascinating, to have so much courage to show mercy to the enemy.
«How did you find out about the knife?» – Tartaglia strongly doubts that a man has eyes in the back of his head, but somehow he figured it out.
«Mirror» - the brunette nods towards the bedroom, where there is a tall full-length floor mirror right in front of them, very convenient, from this angle he can easily observe a person not only from the front, but also from behind.
«I'll kill you.» - there is no malice or threat in the words, but there is a need to warn Zhong Li in advance of the inevitable. He stepped on this slippery slope.
«Similarly» - the brunette whispers into his lips, pulling Childe to him. After these words, both are blown away. Zhong Li pulls Tartaglia into the bedroom, everything happens so fast and confused that Ajax's legs naturally give way. The man squeezes the elastic buttocks and bites the Tartaglia's neck, the young man is literally shot through with a nervous impulse, he stretches up, standing on his toes, and breathes noisily, trying to sort out the brunette's shirt. Zhong Li also doesn't waste time in vain, the clasp hidden between the folds of the fabric opens with a quiet squeal. Trousers with crawl down and mercilessly trample, ending up on the floor. The man mumbles discontentedly, hurries out of habit to scold for such impudent behavior to the wardrobe item, but Childe deftly intercepts Zhong Li's hand, and he reaches out to kiss Zhong Li, sweetly smacking his lips and smiling shyly.
The bed bends when Ajax flies on soft snow-white sheets. All the pedantry and restraint of a man disappear exactly at the moment when Tartaglia puts his hands behind man's head, and triky grinning, slides his feet on the surface of the bed. Well, what kind of chastity can we talk about here? Zhong Li clings to Childe's chest, kisses the collarbones, brings out wet trail with his tongue and playfully bites the hardened nipples, forcing Tartaglia to sniff loudly and grab the pillows. Ajax's body is even more beautiful than the brunette could have imagined, white scars left from his past cruel deeds and cute, completely naive ginger freckles. Childe is much the same – a collected and cold-blooded killer at work, and a gentle, loving elder brother at home, but the young man has another hypostasis. Zhong Li descends lower, kisses birthmark on his sunken stomach and bites somewhere under the ribs, while Tartaglia convulsively squeezes and passes long resin strands through fingers. The red-haired guy is thrilled by alternating gentle kisses and hickeys that sting on thin skin, the man accidentally touches Ajax's crotch and is surprised to hear a loud plaintive moan. Zhong Li breaks away from Childe, leaving the field of view of the young man, Tartaglia is ready to strangle the brunette, brought him to a state of limp jelly and then left.
«On the stomach» - a low baritone with a hoarseness scratches the ear, the man returns to the room with a dark amber bottle in his hands. And Ajax is fascinated by the golden patterns tattooed on the man's chest and shoulders, which form cunning oriental patterns with smooth curves. The commanding tone infuriated Childe since high school, but in this situation Tartaglia decided not to show off. Raising on elbows, he turned over on his stomach, - «Well done.»
The room was filled with a light smell of cinnamon, Ajax shuddered softly when the cool fragrant oil touched the surface of the heated skin. Long thin fingers gently touched the large drop formed on the lower back and drew a line from the protruding cervical vertebra to the hollow between the buttocks. Childe gave a strangled sob, feeling a pleasant languishing feeling trickle down with his fingers. However, Zhong Li continues to rub thick aromatic oil over the entire surface of the Tartaglia's back, admittedly, the man's hands are clearly not of this world. The brunette massages Ajax's shoulders, tense from eternal stress, with just a few precise touches between the shoulder blades, makes Childe emit a long, full of pleasure moan and bury his face in the bend of the elbow. Damn, it's so good that the young man doesn't even have the strength to say anything, he literally dissolves under strong and skillful hands, ready to cum even now just from some kind of massage.
«Bend at the knees» - Tartaglia obediently obeys the order, rising on his elbows, the skin smells sweetly of spices, and the beats of his own blood pulsate in the head, Ajax now feels like a piece of clay, Zhong Li can sculpt from it what he wants. He doesn't even immediately realize that his boxers have been removed from him, the heat from someone else's hands is much stronger than a snowstorm raging outside. And even two fingers that have penetrated inside don't cause much discomfort. The phalanges are slowly scrolling, screwing deeper, and it seems to Childe that in fact they are turning his soul out. Cheeks are burning with a bright blush, and the mouth is grabbing such a necessary air now, it's hard to hold mind, but Zhong Li's pleasant unhurried movements calm and relieve tension. On the third and fourth finger, the man accelerates the pace, tearing staccato moans and strangled grunts from Ajax's lips, the brunette leans closer to Tartalia, removing the overgrown red hair and kisses the young man in the curve of the neck. The guy tries to bring his legs together, reach out with his hand, everything is aching and throbbing below the abdomen, the dick is pressed against the stomach and throbs . Zhong Li cannot allow the evening to end so quickly, a knee is wedged between Childe's thighs, and the hand is returned to the top in the most brazen way.
«I can't take it anymore» - Ajax exhales, breathing as after a marathon. The man nods understandingly, giving Tartaglia a light respite. That's when he catches his own reflection in the mirror. All red as a crab, he is on his knees, burning with desire languishing inside, and next to him Zhong Li is rolling out a condom.
«Something you don't like?» - the man takes Childe by the chin, admiring how quickly the embarrassment on the young man's face is replaced by audacity.
«Only unjustified expectations» - the red-haired guy licks his lips and gives back teasing Zhong Li. He inhales deeply, trying to calm the raging fantasy, squeezes the light, studded with moles of the thigh to the scarlet marks and enters the Tartaglia painfully slowly. Somewhere in the middle Ajax can't stand it and shakes his head, stopping the brunette.
«Enough?»
«More … than» - Childe shrinks, breathes deeply, ginger hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. Shoulders are covered with a scattering of weightless kisses, lips gently touch each part of the back, thanks to the oil, the young man smells of spices, so sweet, tart and … own.
«Xiao Xingan, this is… You're just… incomprehensible» - Tartaglia is so narrow, hot and for some reason so dear, familiar. Prickly and cold, like a winter evening, impenetrable, sharp snowflake and mist, but if you persistently go forward, appreciate every little step, then in the end you will certainly be met by a small, radiant with warm light house. Ajax gives back a little more confidently, fireflies of glare from Zhong Li's gold jewelry flash in the mirror, the man begins to move, gaining pace.
Inside, everything sparkles and burns with a pleasant fire, like from a sparkler, only much more, and at the same time with each push this feeling grows, demanding more and more, even faster, deeper, brighter. Ajax groans loudly and long when Zhong Li reaches the prostate, his toes curl up, and his hands weaken, they cannot hold the exhausted and hot Childe. Continuing to hammer into the supple body with a flourish, the man picked up Childe and lifted him, the hand holding his jaw so Tartaglia looked exactly in the mirror.
«You're damn sexy, even when you're not trying to kill me» - such words could be expected from Ajax, but for a hot, hoarse whisper to caress the ear of Tartaglia… Zhong Li bites the lobe and grins contentedly, glancing at Childe's purpling cheeks and his darting from side to side, it turns out even he can be confused. The eyes run over the reflection of the curved neck, placed under kisses, the pumped-up chest and the Tartaglia press, other details weren't hidden from the sensitive gaze.
«A mask …» - ringing slaps drown out a quiet voice. The ribbon presses on the temples, and it is not too comfortable in this structure for a long time either, - «Remove the mask.»
«At your disposal» - the small knot on the back of the head is easily untied, and the fake disguise finally falls off the Tartaglia. This is even better, much better, you can immediately see the strong-willed features of appearance, dark eyebrows and fluttering eyelashes. Zhong Li holds Childe's hands so that he doesn't lose his balance, although it looks more like a sophisticated torture to Ajax. The dick is aching and oozing grease, which smears on the stomach, and the man strenuously pretends that he doesn't notice anything, the great blind man. And he is driven into it with such rapture, continuing to whisper obscenities, well, where is the justice?
«Is something wrong?» – the bastard also mocks, strokes the bare torso with his hand, touches the protruding nipples, and descends lower, not reaching the end.
«I'll strangle you» - Tartaglia says, but the threat doesn't seem dangerous at all, and only provokes Zhong Li more.
«Like this?» – the man grabs Childe by the throat, so Ajax has to throw his head back on his enemy's shoulder. The brunette squeezes his neck, not much, so as not to harm the guy at any time, but enough so that Childe exhales noisily, feeling how it becomes harder to breathe, and colored circles begin to float before his eyes. Tartaglia is both good and bad at the same time, if he doesn't get what he wants, he will most likely get a heart attack from the ecstasy he experienced. But he has another trump card up his sleeve.
«Gospodin Zhong Li» - and the man involuntarily blushes, Ajax speaks to him exactly the same as that evening when the young man was chatting with the children on the phone: affectionately, in Russian – and even looks at him so pleadingly. The brunette realizes with horror that it is worth Childe to bring this technique to perfection, and Tartaglia will be able to twist ropes out of him as soon as he wishes. Nevertheless, the hand moves from the throat and slowly descends down, grasping the hard dick. It takes a few seconds to find the right pace, and then Ajax shows himself in all his glory, whining, moaning and shouting the man's name without any hesitation.
After a couple of sharp movements, Childe cum in Zhong Li's hand and the man stops so as not to interfere with Tartaglia's orgasm. He just keeps kissing the guy's back and shoulders, relentlessly repeating how incredibly beautiful he is at this moment. His knees are trembling treacherously, and drops of lubricant are flowing down his thigh, Ajax is breathing quickly and unevenly, gasping for air and looking stupidly at his own reflection.
«How are you?» - the man comes out of the ginger boy and puts him on the bed, looking tired, sweaty, but happy with shiny ice in his eyes. Probably, for the first time there are too many impressions for Tartaglia, it was necessary to be somehow more gentle or…
«More» - licking his dry lips, Childe grabs Zhong Li by the neck and pulls him. Wow, it turns out that Ajax really has a monstrous appetite. However, their idyll is disrupted by the crackling and such an inappropriate ringtone of an unexpected phone call.
«I need to answer» - the man slides off the bed, leaving the dazed Tartaglia lying sprawled on the bed, what kind of tricks are these? Ajax irritably reduces his eyebrows, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, the man took and spoiled the whole moment, and now Childe lie down and look at the ceiling like a fool. Such anger and resentment takes him and pulls to do some dirty trick. Having gathered all the remaining strength, the guy slides off the bed to the floor, it turns out to get on his feet only on the fourth attempt, the muscles relaxed so much that even a single step seemed like a significant achievement. Clutching the walls and auxiliary surfaces, Childe stumbles unsteadily towards a stern male voice. Zhong Li is sitting in a wide antique pistachio-colored armchair, his usual decorum and seriousness are read on his face, it can be immediately seen that the call is really important. So much better for Tartaglia, the brunette, keen on communication, doesn't pay attention to Ajax sitting next to him. Mankirovanie infuriates Childe even more, angers and outrages, yielding to an unpleasant feeling of reproach stirring inside.
Tartaglia sits on knees and settles between Zhong Li's legs, man is actively explaining something to his interlocutor, and a pleasant but strict female voice is heard on the tube.
«Yes, if there are any unforeseen circumstances, it will be necessary to take emergency measures, fortunately, as far as I know, they…» - the man exhales noisily, biting the inside of his cheek. The contraceptive turns out to be thrown out as unnecessary, the young man take lips around the head of the dick, circles the bridle with a hot tongue and moves aside to leave a hickey on the inside of Zhong Li's thigh.
«Do you think they can take advantage of the situation for personal gain?» – so far, a man counts only in his mind from one to ten in order to recover and concentrate on the conversation.
«It's quite likely, it's necessary to… Take into account… the probabilities» - the nails scratch the upholstery of the chair, and an electric pulse passes through the legs. The tongue, sharp on the barb, now playfully circles along the entire length, passing the dick deeper into the mouth, and Zhong Li remains only to puff nervously, unable to leave the chair – «So what we're talking about?»
«Mr. Zhong Li do you feel well?» - it seems that the lady on the other side of the call is starting to suspect something. And even Tartaglia, feeling the excitement of the man, sneers maliciously, skipping the vibration and releasing the dick from his mouth.
«Mr. Zhong Li?» - Ajax echoes the question of the interlocutor, stroking the brunette's thighs with his hands and spreading them even wider apart, looks so happy, bitch, even smiling like a devil. Zhong Li struggles with a groan rushing out, he need to keep face in front of subordinates, but how if at the same moment you are so diligently caressed by a mind-blowing red-haired tempter.
«This is an important call, I need to work» - covering the smartphone with his hand, Zhong Li hisses at Childe who continues his revenge.
«Really? Well then, of course, work, I'll try to be quieter» - the pretended innocent expression of the face hides the raging gloating devils behind Ajax, hundreds of small, carmine-like splashes, freckles on the face give Ajax even more resemblance to the beautiful young man Ganymede, who was able to conquer Jupiter. Tartaglia intercepts Zhong Li's hand and puts it on the back of his head, indicating what to do. Even the slightest movement of the brush doesn't go unnoticed, with each push Childe takes deeper and faster, and he looks up at the man who is beginning to lose his composure, who quickly and through hardness babbles fast answers to the simplest questions. The blush covers not only Zhong Li's cheeks and cheekbones, but even the tips of ears acquire a coral hue. The situation gets out of control exactly at the moment when Ajax sits down to the very base, touching the foreskin, the brunette is ready to swear that at this moment all the stars from outer space fell on him. The body arched in a moment of pleasant convulsion, and Zhong Li from gave something between a low guttural growl and a sob.
There was a sudden silence. Zhong Li covered his face with a hand, trying not to think about what happened right now, God, what a shame.
«I chose wrong time for call , aren't I?» - the woman finally said, so even Ajax could hear her.
«Something like this» - Tartaglia squints, wiping the tears that have appeared in his eyes, but obediently swallows everything, licking lips, in this round the businessman is forced to admit defeat, - «Ning Guang, I'll call you back a little later.»
«Yes, as you say» - The man puts his assistant a mental plus sign for not asking uncomfortable questions, this new year her salary will double, - «Good bye and… Have a nice evening.»
The smartphone screen goes out, finally returning the two men to an intimate setting.
«You're just awful» - Zhong Li exhales, feeling Childe's wet tongue lick the remnants of ejaculate from his dick.
«Should I leave?»
«No way» - the man leans towards Tartaglia, sealing a gentle, fervent kiss. Softly stroking the guy who closed his eyes, kissing the wet tracks from tears, - «Come on, you need to rest.»
Exhausted and tired, they fell on the bed, not caring at all that half of the sheet had slipped to the floor. Childe lies on back, feeling his skin covered with goosebumps, despite the full-power heating, the frosty wind still manages to get inside the room through the slightly open window, Ajax is too lazy to get up. Zhong Li is next to him, lying with close eyes, breathing deeply, still feeling the recent orgasm, long tousled hair spread like snakes on the pillow. The man is now as open and vulnerable as possible, Tartaglia doesn't cost anything just to strangle, stab or wring his neck. Somewhere in the space between the lampas and the leg of his trousers, he had a sharp metal needle sewn, his palm fumbles under the bed searching the lower part of the suit, it seems that the last time it was somewhere here.
«Take a rest, you'll have time to stab me anyway» - Ajax shudders when Zhong Li gently hugs him by the shoulders, laying his wild copper head on his chest, a long metal object sparkles on the bedside table to the left of the brunette, so that's why he was kneading Tartaglia so long, looking for hidden weapons. Childe doesn't even have the strength to be surprised by the man's cunning once again, the young man throws his leg over Zhong Li in a friendly way, hugging him in response, yes, it all burns with blue fire.
«I've come for your soul, again, you've really annoyed someone, since they hire a killer twice» - the heartbeats are getting slower, Ajax is calming down. A man's hand lazily picks through caramel strands, passing them through fingers, Tartaglia purrs, rubbing his cheek like a big domestic cat – «I will have to lie to the customer»
«You don't need to do it, the customer already knows about everything, - Zhong Li kisses the red head, feeling how Childe cursed at him.
«Did you order your own murder?! Are you sick or mad?» – the guy kicked the restrained laughing brunette with his heel in the shin, - «And the last time? Is it also your work?»
«Too much questions» - despite the words, they probably won't have a better chance to talk to each other calmly soon, and Zhong Li is in such a good mood right now that he can be generous with answers for the red-haired lad, - «Let's say I just called you in a way that is most familiar to you. Well, as for the excesses of two weeks ago… You don't have to worry about that, your past employers won't be able to bother you or anyone else anymore.»
With what easiness Zhong Li talks about it, as if discussing yesterday's weather with Ajax, with the same tension Tartaglia catches every word. It turns out that now… He is free? Child is silent, trying to comprehend the information received, he doesn't need to hide or be afraid of his former customers, because the man has already taken care of everything instead of him. One less enemy.
«My offer for the bodyguard position is still valid.»
«And my answer is still "no"» - Zhong Li broke into a knowing smile and patted the young man's hair, he didn't expect anything else from Ajax. Tartaglia isn't ready to take responsibility for the life of someone other than his family, which the businessman is not yet part of, but the man didn't hope that this fortress could be taken on the spur of the moment, the beginning has been laid, and time will tell what will happen next. Childe shivers from the cold, snuggles closer to Zhong Li's side in an attempt to warm up a little, the brunette hears the guy whispering something softly to himself, thinking aloud, cold knobby fingers circling the man's chest, repeating the patterns of golden curls of tattoos and barely touching the bare skin. A pleasant tickling feeling, not only from the soft touch of the fingertips, but also somewhere inside, between the lungs, as if a small needle is pricking him, prompting him to something long forgotten. The higher Zhong Li rose in his greatness, the more he lost his once good friends and himself. As if each new achievement took away a piece of his soul, turning an emotionless block of stone, Tartaglia, like a snowstorm, violated all landmarks, breaking the established order of things, for Zhong Li he is valuable because he helps not to lose his human essence, he can be both loved and hated.
«Can I ask you a question?» - after a long silence, Childe finally spoke up.
«Of course.»
«What's your name?» - the man was slightly taken aback, trying to figure out if he had heard each word correctly. Feeling that his protege was getting lost in the topic, Ajax hastened to clarify, - «There is not much information about you on the Internet, but from an old article, I read that «Zhong Li» is just a pseudonym for conducting official business. What's your real name?»
«Your vision of the «reality» is different from mine» - the brunette evaded a direct answer, - «Forget about it, you can call me Zhong Li or Lao Zhong, that will be quite enough.»
«But it's not fair!» – Tartaglia already bent to be able to see the man's face, - «You know everything about me I feel like a sucker, I want to know something about you that is not available to an ordinary person!»
The man could not restrain a tender smile, despite his age, Childe behaves like a child left without a sweet: he offensively reduces his eyebrows, slightly stretches his lips and looks at Zhong Li with wide-open cornflower-blue eyes. Even the hand stopped drawing circles, frozen in tense expectation. Under such an honest and full of naive youthful interest, a man's tongue will not turn to respond with rudeness and even more - to lie to Ajax. Zhong Li good-naturedly strokes Tartaglia on the cheek and kisses the young man on the temple, inhaling the almost weathered smell of fragrant oil. Childe isn't mediocre, it is very dangerous to believe him, a man knows this, but he wants to fall into this perfect blue, drown in it with a smile on face.
«Morax» - the insinuating quiet whisper is felt on the verge of audibility so that only Tartaglia, this red-haired angel of death, could hear the innermost secret of Zhong Li.
«Morax» - Ajax thoughtfully draws out the name, peering into the businessman's face, and it really suits him. The guy reaches higher to kiss the wreath beating on his neck and the sharp protrusion of the adam's apple, and he continues to repeat the man's name many times. Zhong Li is not even angry, the syllables fall so beautifully on the Childe's lips, even a slight accent doesn't spoil it, but brings something new to the sound of the name.
«I'm going back to China tomorrow. » - it would be better for Childe to find out this news right away, rather than at the last moment. The time of the symposium has come to an end, it's time for him to return home, no matter how easy and idle Zhong Li's life may seem at first glance, but behind the external carelessness lies hard work and relentless control.
«I see» - Ajax lowers his head and looks out of the window with some bitter, annoyed feeling. Morax expected that Tartaglia might flare up, take offense, or even take the events of the last few days for a formulaic holiday romance, but the guy had his own thoughts on this matter – «That's a pity, I hoped we could go somewhere together, although we don't have so many attractions in the city. We could take a huge and terribly greasy shawarma in cafe and go for a walk on the embankment, we need to be careful, tiles often fall off. And at the end there is such a cunningly hidden place, a small vaulted grotto. It's cold and humid to the point of horror, but how beautifully water plays with highlights on walls, especially at night, like in a planetarium.
Childe doesn't know why he says such nonsense, well, what kind of walks during chilly wind, especially for old cave. He's a billionaire, he probably likes being in a cultural society, surrounded by aristocratic mannered intelligentsia.
«I must admit, I'm crazy about manju» - the man grinned, hugging Tartaglia tighter, - «When I was a student, I took the cheapest ones, anko was so sickly sweet there that it was impossible to eat. I went to a secluded corner in the park where sakura grew, interesting tree, it was split into two parts by lightning, but it's still growing and still even blooms with small pink flowers…»
Zhong Li's low, husky voice works better than any sleeping pill, the guy listens to him and slowly falls asleep. Morax pulls a blanket over the young man so that ginger boy doesn't catch a cold, continuing to say everything that comes to mind. Tartaglia hates Zhong Li to the point of bruised knuckles, trembling all over his body and furious angry screams, they are irreconcilable enemies and eternal opponents, ready to pounce on each other at any moment, the young man knows, sooner or later he will kill Zhong Li, but… Just not today.
***
Zhong Li winces from the bright sunlight striking directly into his eyes. He is still alive and has not even received new fatal wounds. It's chilly in the room because of the open windows, but the cold helps to clear the mind and get out of sleep as soon as possible. The place next to the man is empty, the sharp needle disappeared from the bedside table, and even the things scattered in yesterday's passionate rush were now neatly folded on the chair. Morax planned to leave the room first, Childe is not only a handsome and pleasant young man, but also a well-trained killer, he shouldn't be underestimated. However, this time, Zhong Li seems to have been lucky again. The man stretched sleepily checking the time on his watch, breakfast should be served in twenty minutes, he has time to take a refreshing shower.
Bare feet touch the icy surface of the parquet. The brunette is already starting to figure out in his mind an approximate schedule for today: a plane in two hours, then upon arrival in Hangzhou, checking accounting reports for the current year, a conversation with Ning Guang, preparing a corporate party for employees and…
Zhong Li notices a knife stuck in the wall. M-yes, these are also the consequences of yesterday's excess, he will have to pay compensation to the hotel for damage, but that's not the main thing now. Along with the wedge, a closely written sheet of paper was pinned to the wall, the man tore note from the wooden panel and began to read Childe's massage:
«Mr. Morax,
Most likely you will wake up much later than I left, I'm not ready for a new personal conversation, but I think a note will be quite enough. Firstly, because of absence of my own clothes, I took your shirt from the wardrobe (a white one), and also borrowed the most non-formal, in my opinion, suit, so don't be surprised. Secondly, I didn't remember about it yesterday, but Teucer asked me to thank you for the «One-Eye», now it's his new favorite toy. Well, the final third point… I don't know how to write it better, so I'll tell you as it is. On December 31, we celebrate the New Year, «The Irony of Fate» begins at ten p.m., you already know the address, if you will late for at least a minute of the beginning of the film, I'll make an olivier out of you, I warned you.
Childe.
P.s. I won't return the shirt and suit, it looks damn good on me, come and see if you want.»
Reading the text, Zhong Li repeatedly caught thinking that he was smiling completely idiotic smiles while standing in an absolutely deserted room. The man grinned and shaking his head, carefully bent the sheet in half, it seems that he was so generously and cordially invited to visit. Morax look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, darkened bite marks, old scars and a recently sewn hip, it seems to be a solid damage, but for some reason he feels completely happy. Apparently, now he will have to visit the siberian town to see one charming red-haired killer and his curious younger brothers and sisters.
The End.
(To be continued)
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