Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Vektor bit into his inner cheek, growing frustrated in more ways that one. But when Ryan brushed up against the thin material of his shirt and pressed his warm hand against him, Vektor let go of his stoic posture and gripped the man's wrist. He looked at that hand, glaring at such devilish fingers. "I vill not kill you. I do not make it a habit to harm any of my employees, vether zey are currently vorking for me or not." ********. Why did he grab Ryan's wrist? Why didn't he just shove his hand away? Vektor couldn't seem to let go of the other now. The familiar warmth against his palm was all too enticing. But the Russian knew he had to be stronger than this. "I see your point. If I do not kill you, you might blab everyzing you have seen and heard here. Zere's no vay around zat single danger. But I am not vorried. I do not believe you vill rat me out to anyone." Vektor took care to keep his voice low.
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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[Tenth Ride Free]

xxxx

And I....
Can't stop, want it all,
I'm sure before.
This love is all I need.
And I don't care about,
the price of company.

× × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į

Gulping, Koneski kept the pain inside. He knew it, he was right. Chris didn't want any of this. There was a chance that Chris could even hate him. He tried his best to kept the hurt inside. Fakely, he yawned just to get a tear out. "I...I'm tired. Lets...go back to bed." Hanging his head, the boy acted like he was truly sleepy. But, truth to be told, he couldn't stand looking at Chris. The man didn't want his own child to look like him, and he was even planning to send them away to a 'safe house'. Koneski wasn't stupid, he was aware that the man only wanted him out of his hair.

[Paranoid Doll]

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「"I have the guy." Toshizo said into the phone reciever. He was leaning against his bathroom wall, the dead body in the tub filled with cold water and ice. Toshizo's white tank top was covered in blood, but it didn't bother him. "How did you get...? Y-you said it was a straight trip home, Toshi!" Steel stammered from the other end. "Silly, it was on the way home. Promise!" he sang into the reciever, walking out into the hallway, stripping his shirt off. "Now, just tell me when you have the papers ready, then I can stage my call, got that!" he said giddily, sliding out of his leather pants. Bare feet graced the soft carpet. There were a few droplets of blood here and there, but nothing too bad. He'd get them out... and even if he was caught, he was a cop. He was the law.

He waltzed into his room and began to change into something more comfortable. A black wife beater and a black pair of slacks, both laying snugly on his flat body. He wished he had more muscles to show like most of his comrades did, but in a way, it was more convient for his jobs to not look like a man at all. He stopped in front of a mirror. Steel was stammering more stuff about how he souldn't do this, blah blah. He cut him off. "Sorry, but I believe that you already agreed... now, when will the papers be ready, Steel?" there was a long pause on the other end.

"I think I know you too well. They're already marked up and signed...though I can't pretend you don't have purple hair... what do you plan to do about that? Not many people can boast they have purple hair." Toshizo laughed. "Steel, you do know me well... and since you know me so good, then you'll know that I've thought this out and had it planned for a long time." the smile playing on Song's face made him look slightly deranged. "Remember, Steel, there's been a suicide on Royal Street, got that?" and he hung up. It was time to go give Dimitri the make over of his life... well, death anyway.」

If the world were p e r f e c t, we wouldn't be alive, now would we?

Because I'm pretty sure I've [********] this w o r l d up and it's done the same to me.

Of course I can also do the same to you
❤

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

So Vektor was not going to kill him, rather he was just going to do what, fire him. Oh that would be fun, maybe he could call Jack and see how he was getting on, what a lovely phone call that would be. Ryan flexed his hand, which was now trapped inside Vektor’s vice like grip, he then curled his hand into a ball and frowned. “Oh who would I tell, no one would listen to me, and the people that you don’t want to know would probably kill me first.” Ryan then turned his face away from Vektor, the usual thrilling from a situation like this had died down and now he was actually starting to think about other things. He would of course not tell the man standing opposite him, but he was picturing them both, in the bath tub, or in bed. Those days seem so far away. “Do with me what you will, I am your employee of course, anyone you want me to kill Boss?” His eyebrow lifted up with the last word.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[Paranoid Doll]

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paranoid's current Crimes of Passion npcxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Paranoid Gang Boss of the Bullets

➔Chris nodded and helped Koneski up from the stool. "You seem... to have grown quiet. What, did something I say trouble you?" he muttered as they walked out of the kitchen together. He wondered what he could have said. Thinking back on their conversation, he couldn't recall anything that might have offended the boy. Oh well, he'd just have to wait it out until Koneski cracked and told him what he was thinking. "The house is so warm... I usually never keep it this warm." he yawned. Chris flicked the lights off and the dim lights began to glow. They picked their way back to Chris's room and he led Koneski to the bed, almost dragging himself along too. "Now sleep, I have plans tomorrow... and I need to make sure that you'll be okay too." he said hoarsly, sliding up to his pillows. He carried Koneski under his arm with him then his head hit the pillow. In a silvery mess, Sting was alseep in seconds.✖

Is it me who you're t r y i n g so hard to avoid?
Can I help it if I'm more than just a bit p a r a n o i d?

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Vektor was grabbing for the gun he had stowed away behind his back at that final question. If Ryan wanted a job to kill someone, then Vektor would give him one. The wrist entrapped in his hand was forced open as he pried the other's hands around that gun and then he pointed the barrel at himself with Ryan's hand holding onto the grip. "Fine, Meester Ryan. Here's your new job. You kill me. Ze cost is all the money in zis house as vell as all ze veapons. All that should equal up to somezing over fifty million. Now, Meester Ryan. Can you listen for vonce and actually do your job?" he asked insultingly. His grip on Ryan's hand on the gun did not cease. His words were hollow and unafraid as he stared down at the gun and at Ryan.
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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[Tenth Ride Free]

xxxx

And I....
Can't stop, want it all,
I'm sure before.
This love is all I need.
And I don't care about,
the price of company.

× × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į

Koneski nodded to every sentence spoken to him, remaining quiet. Though he found being held while sleeping comfortable, he felt wierd being held by someone who didn't want him. Once Chris was asleep, the boy let the tears roll. In his mind, he wished he never became a whore. He wished he never submitted to Chris in the first place. If Koneski didn't do any of the things he did to lead him to this, he could be at home with his cousins. Those loving cousins that he took for granted. Once he could walk, the boy planned to leave. No matter what. Through the tears, he managed to fall asleep.

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan took the gun, wanting to give it back, even after Vektor had handed it to him. “No, I can’t kill you, then I would be the most hated man ever, no I don’t think I could do it. No. no. no. no. You and I both know that this is not what you want. I won’t do it, no.” Ryan knew that he would never be able to kill Vektor, after all that had been said he would never kill the man he loved. With one last hope, one last shred of hope in his heart Ryan smiled at Vektor. Then with a small force inside him he tried to turn the gun around. So that it faced his own chest. His fingers then pulled the trigger, still smiling. His last goodbye etched on his lips.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

The Russian watched and the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly when Ryan turned the gun around and tried to kill himself. However, the gun clicked empty in the other's hand. The small smirk turned into a bigger one. "I knew you couldn't do it. Vhich now confirms zat you can't betray me, no matter how much money is offered to you. However, your suicidal tendencies are going to cost me someday." The gun wasn't loaded. He didn't have time to clip in a mag when Yuran had screamed earlier. It was a good threat to those who didn't know.

Ryan hadn't shot him. Had refused multiple times and then tried to kill himself for even being asked to do such a thing. If Vektor had any worries of Ryan being a spy, they were gone now. The Russian let out a shaky sigh, leaning against the wall. One suspect down. He looked up at Ryan. He was still unsure how he felt about the assassin, but he now knew that he didn't have to worry about him. Well, not worry about him killing him or turning him in. "You look disappointed," Vektor said with a small smile.
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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

“I am, that was meant to be my death scene right there, Vektor I don’t know if I can even live like this any longer. My life is a mess, to the point where I even love someone so much, someone who doesn’t love me. Who tries to get me to kill him in some sort of test. Oh no, you are not going to get away with my death that easily. I want you to, no I need you to pay. For this. For me being like this, I have become mad to try and stop my feelings for you, then one look at you and it all rushes back. The love, the hatred, the fury, all those emotions. They flood back into my heart and there is only so much a man can take. No. No. No. Why am I so in love with you, I can’t even kill you, nor would I want to. You will go far.” A tear was lodged in the corner of the assassins eye as he told Vektor about why he was doing this. Ryan did not want to live and that was the end to it.

Opening his own jacket Ryan took out his small gun, one that he had saved from those Vulgar people. He then waved it at Vektor before pointing it at himself. This was a certainty as Ryan knew his own gun was loaded and would indeed do enough damage to himself. To others as well if they tried to stop him. “Look after the boy, do that and be good.” There was a stern look in Ryan’s eye as he told Vektor of his last wishes. He then pointed the gun to just above his heart.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

He knew that Ryan liked him, maybe even had something like love for him, but he never imagined that those small feelings would turn into something like this. But then again, that was what love was, wasn't it? To hear such a confession and have one's soul lay bared by mere words got the Russian frowning again. Even Jack, who had whispered sweet nothings to him all those years ago, never made such a deep and emotional monologue. And could Vektor very well just stand there and let a man, who actually felt something for him, kill himself? Could Vektor live with another death on his hands? He had lost Jack, lost Jericho, came close to losing Yuran, and now Ryan... If the man succeeded in killing himself now, Vektor would surely follow. Because he wouldn't be able to bare the weight of so many deaths.

Vektor's hand shot out. "Vait! No!" he shouted, abandoning his emotionless disposition in a blink of an eye. But Vektor had no leverage. Why would Ryan listen to him when he was so intent on dying? "If you kill yourself zen I vill take zat same gun and shoot myself as vell, because-" Vektor's voice shook near the end, his mouth refusing the say those words he had steeled himself from saying. He couldn't say them. But Ryan's life was hanging in the balance. "I-I..." Vektor's throat clenched up tightly as well as his chest as he lowered his eyes from Ryan's face, down from the gun, and just at the floor. "I... Love you. Ryan. Please. Don't do it." His authoritative voice had become almost silent with pleading, his hand lowering back to his side, shaking.
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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

[SarcasmGasm]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan knew that these words were only being said in the heat of the moment and that Vektor would regret them later on, regret having said those words to a nut job like Ryan. Someone who had lied, blabbed, and kissed him. Shaking his head at these words, he laughed, a grave and evil laugh. “You will regret having said those words, look you regret it now, straight after and already you can not bare to look me in the face. No Vektor this ends here, stay alive for him in there. He needs you more than ever. I have played my part and well it seems. I think I am like the last ghost in scrooge, the one who shows him the error of his ways. Love him Vektor.”

As Ryan spoke images were being played out in his mind, his marriage, his baby’s arrival and death. His wife’s death. Then along came Vektor, a man whom Ryan knew he loved but also hated. He hated the fact that although there was a mean exterior on him, Vektor could at least love freely now the person who he loved. He was not being tied down, no Ryan knew what would happen and why not let nature play it’s part in it. Even before his last words were out of his mouth, he had placed a finger on the trigger and pulled. He knew what he wanted and from the start. One bullet was emptied into the flesh above his heart. His hand dropped the gun and it fell wordlessly to the floor. “I always knew how to make an entrance, now I have my exit. I’ve gone and shot myself.”

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[Tenth Ride Free]

xxxx

`` I'm pretty s u r e... You n e e d me.
You can't survive... Without your drugs.
Your addiction... Is my fuel. ′′
`` Abel, the son of Adam and Eve, killed by his brother Cain.
Omicidio, meaning "Murder" in Italian.
Relevance? Abel. was. Murdered. ′′

× × ×Ҩϐε₰ε Ѻɱɩɕɩȡɩѻ

Drugs. Such a profit came from them. In this society, it was one of the things that men turned to for their benefit. In his back closet, a dark haired male was going through his inventory. Yes, he stashed every drug available in his own apartment. Not that he minded. They were always on hand when the male was feeling...peckish. Always, he bought in surplus of what he really needed. New customers always called, and Abele feared of being out of a certain drug. Of course, the boy knew his regulars. Kept them on speed dial. He always knew what they wanted when they called, giving them the benefit of having first pick. Besides that, Abele kept his residence fairly nice, being able to bring in a good amount of money each month.

[SarcasmGasm]

Նɿคɱ ɱ૦Ո੮ค૭૯

Liam sat up on his bed, woken by a sound outside of his window.Tha rain splashing in an endless attempt to get inside of his apartment. For once he was glad that he had remembered to shut his window, something that he never seemed to actually do. Peeling a brown piece of hair from his eyes and looking around his dark room. So it was still night, or had he eventually managed to cross into that state of life, where it always seems dark. Outstretching his hand he turned on a bedside light, nope his theory was not correct, the bright light shone into his eyes. Near enough blinding him, it was that ferocious. Swinging his legs out of the bed and placing them onto the floor, he then stood up. This was to locate his phone.

Pressing a button on his phone to speed dial someone, Abele. Liam was an assassin by job, not one to work for someone, yes he had dealings with the gangs in the past and if needed he would gladly work for them. It was just that he preferred to work for anyone, thus making it so that he was working for himself. Placing the phone to his ear, he let out a small sigh. “Abele darling Liam here, can we meet?” Liam was not the usual drug user, unlike most he didn‘t lack class, he had it in buckets. Liking to call his associates and even those who he killed darling.

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

[Tenth Ride Free]

xxxx

`` I'm pretty s u r e... You n e e d me.
You can't survive... Without your drugs.
Your addiction... Is my fuel. ′′
`` Abel, the son of Adam and Eve, killed by his brother Cain.
Omicidio, meaning "Murder" in Italian.
Relevance? Abel. was. Murdered. ′′

× × ×Ҩϐε₰ε Ѻɱɩɕɩȡɩѻ

The cellphone that lay within his pocket sounded a little song, telling Abele that it was a regular. Quickly, he pulled the still vibrating mechanism from his pocket, flipping it open. Only to hear a familiar voice. He nearly laughed at the sound of Liam's voice. He knew it so well. " Ah, Ciao Liam. Of course we can. Where would you like to meet? " Italian. It had to be his favorite language, and Abele was pleased to have it as his native tongue. His accent just made speaking English even better.