#nicksaxual

[flawedlouise]

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The coarse ground was rough under her knees. Perhaps it should have been the least of Lou's concern given the pistol aimed at her forehead and guiding her kneel but her only clear thought? I'm going to die with sore knees. It was rare that one of her jobs went wrong but never, ever had one gone so gloriously sideways - as though her bloody death was an element in someone else's plan. Naturally. The shot echoed loud, causing a jolt through her frame but she was... alive.

"Uh... Quite the botch, hones..." She stopped short as a splatter of warmth ran down her cheek, followed by the bulk of her attacker hitting the ground with a heavy thump. Dust figuratively settling and with her gaze fixing on the shooter - her dishevelled rescuer, stunned silence was quickly replaced with indignation. "What the fuck did you do that for?"

[destroyerofwxrlds]

High School Sweethearts;

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      It was shocking what a bad reputation you could end up with after only a few months at a new high school. There was potential, briefly, but at the end of the day Smoothie was still the weird kid who transferred in from a Catholic school. Besides, Kelly in third period’s cousin still went to the Catholic school and she’d told Kelly to tell everyone else all the rumors. It was too small of a town for the fresh start he’d been hoping for.

      He didn’t really have any friends. Except for Nick. But, Nick wasn’t really his friend, he didn’t think. Nick was just some boy at school that he’d already fallen hard for. Nick always ignored him, but that was still something. He wished more people would just ignore him instead of pushing him around all the time.

      His curfew had been strict to start with. But, after a few months of him being home instead of hidden away at boarding school, his adoptive mother had given up on that. The less time they had to spend under the same roof, the better. They’d fallen into a habit of him staying out until after she’d gone to bed, and her sleeping in until he’d left for school. The weekends were the worst. But, it wasn’t the weekend just yet, and Smoothie had time to kill before he could go home.

      He was spending that time at the park, innocently enough. It was only a coincidence that he’d follow Nick around every once in awhile, watching him from the distance. Nick would visit the park more often than not. So, Smoothie would visit, too, just incase he was there. Nick didn’t seem to want to go home very often either. 

      Usually, Smoothie was content with their distance, content to be sharing the same space with someone else even if Nick wasn’t aware of it. Usually, it was for the better; Nick had made it fairly clear at school that Smoothie needed to leave him the fuck alone. But… that night, he was feeling confident. Seemingly out of nowhere, he was approaching Nick with a nervous smile and a casual wave.

      “Hey..! It’s… getting pretty late. What are you doing out here..?”

[sonnyshineofficial]

@Nicksaxual; Closed Starter

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      Sonny answered the door with a smile, all bouncing curls and enthusiasm. Even if he had to fire his last bodyguard, it was fine because now he was one meeting away from getting a hotter one. It had been sheer luck that he’d stumbled across an old cocktail napkin with Nick’s number scribbled on it when he did. It was even luckier that the man was considering honoring a deal they’d made ten years ago. 

      He knew when it happened that Nick hadn’t been taking him seriously. ‘When I get famous, do you wanna be my bodyguard?’ was such an easy thing to jokingly agree to over a round of drinks. But there Nick was, on the doorstep of Bebe Debarge’s mansion, ready to start a new chapter of his life. 

      “Nick! You look...” He cut himself off, clearing his throat. Nick had looked better. “-well, I think this job is gonna turn things around for you! I mean, if you take it. You should take it. Come on, let’s go to my office. I have an office now!”

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[destroyerofwxrlds]

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      “Yes, I could’ve left you to bleed to death, but what would be the fun in that?”

      The wound was easy to locate once the excess blood was rinsed off of him. Smoothie wasted no time before tracing fingertips along the edge of it; not pushing into the wound, but exploring the surrounding area with morbid curiosity. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a stab wound before, and yet… It was difficult to pull his gaze away, difficult to resist the urge to dig his fingers in and make it worse. Biting his lip, he yanked his hand away before the temptation could become too much.

      He moved from the edge of the bathtub under the assumption that Nick was smart enough to stay put, pulling a first aid kit out of a nearby drawer. Medical grade needle and thread were removed from it, along with gauze and tape. There were pain killers he could’ve grabbed for him, but… It was more fun this way.

      He returned to Nick’s side with a warning. “Stay still. This is going to hurt.”

[destroyerofwxrlds]

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Nick threw back his head and laughed; he couldn’t help it. The sheer satisfaction of seeing Smoothie crumple under the force of his fist overshadowed all logic and reason; vengeance thudded in his head like a dull roar, like the rumble of thunder after a flash of lightning. His knuckles still stung from the hit, but not badly enough. Not yet.

“Good.”

He took a step closer and grabbed Smoothie by the neck and lifted him in the air, then shoved him back against the wall. Gritting his teeth, he swung again at Smoothie’s face, his fist landing on Smoothie’s nose with a gratifying crunch.

“Can’t tell ya how happy I am to hear that, actually,” Nick added, lowering his voice as he leaned in close, a hand still on Smoothie’s throat. “You see, for a minute I was worried you might’ve been bluffing when you said this would be fun for the both of us.”

      That laugh sent shivers down his body, pleasantly so, overshadowed only by the way Nick grabbed his throat and threw him against the wall. His own hands went to Nick’s wrist; to pull his hand away? To keep him from pulling away? It was hard to say. 

      Nick was pulling his free hand back again, so clearly about to land another punch, and then; shockwaves of pain. His breathing quickened, eyes squeezed shut, but it faded into a dull ache soon enough. When he got his bearings once more, Nick was closer; Closer and reminding Smoothie that he was enjoying this, too. 

      He smiled, teeth stained with the blood that was still dripping from his nose. "Don't we always have fun, Sax? I know our last little date went slightly… off script. But, here you are, always hungry for more."

      "If I were you, I would be careful," His voice dropped to a whisper, as though sharing a secret, "People might start to think you were asking for it."

      It was so deliciously tempting to just lay back and let Nick beat him into a bloody pulp. But, then it would all be over so quickly. He wanted to prolong this, to savor it. So, he would just have to play hard to get. Before Nick could get another hit in, Smoothie rammed his knee right into the larger man’s stomach.

[destroyerofwxrlds]

@Nicksaxual, closed starter

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     The apartment was small, even by New York standards. Surely Nick could’ve afforded better on a hitman’s salary, but it really didn’t seem like he was home often. At least, the thick layer of dust on much of the surfaces implied as much.

     He was home often enough to leave piles of unwashed clothing behind, though, filthy and bloodstained. There was no resisting the urge to grab a handful of them, to press them to his face and take of deep breath of what was unmistakably Nick; sweat and booze and viscera. A moan of contentment escaped his lips. It was intoxicating.

     Days had turned to weeks without a visit from his plaything. He’d worried, briefly; Nick was a man of many enemies and even more poor decisions. The idea that someone else could have killed him certainly crossed Smoothie’s mind more than once. But, Smoothie was a man with connections; it didn’t take much snooping around the sketchiest of local liquor stores and bars to find out that Nick Sax was still alive and kicking. Which opened up a new possibility; that he’d simply grown tired of him.

     It didn’t take long to finish examining the place, to run his hands over everything, to identify all the spots where he could corner Nick and all the spots where weapons had been left hiding. All he had to do now was wait.

     He knew it would come someday; that their little song and dance would lose it’s charm and that Nick would move onto something else. But, it was never supposed to end like this. Nick was supposed to kill him, brutally, to hold onto the fond memory for the rest of his days. To not even give him that simple act of respect was unacceptable. It was almost laughable that Nick thought things were going to be so easy.

     Smoothie was only a man; he could be killed. But, he was not going to be abandoned.

[flawedlouise]