OOM: Business taken care of

[latino_menace]

He's well used to sitting at home and waiting for news on how business has gone. It's been that way for a long time. This is different though, because this is Random out there and getting his hands dirty and while he knows that the man is good, it's still a worry.

So he's sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Scotch and impatient fingers tapping on the tabletop. He knows Mal did her bit and is fine. But what of Random?

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Random's hands are clean. The wolf licked the blood off them.

But his bare chest, when he walks through the door, has blood on it. So does his face.

For a long moment, he stares at Ramon at the table, predatory and sharp, all thin muscles and sharp angles and glinting eyes in the dim light of the hallway.

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Ramon doesn't move because Random is beautiful like this and the thought hits him hard enough to take him by surprise. He doesn't know why he's not wearing a shirt or who the blood belongs to but Random's home, and not falling, and beautiful, so he can afford to sit and watch for a moment, smoke curling from the cigarette resting in the ashtray.

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He feels alive. Like this is what he was born for. Like he's flying after a year on the ground.

Random stalks into the room, quick strides towards his lover, reaches for him and lets one hand rest on his shoulder before trailing across his back as Random circles him with a low laugh. The small turn ends with him slinging a leg across to straddle Ramon, landing face to face in his lap.

He's getting blood on Ramon's clothes. He doesn't care.

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Ramon doesn't care either. Not in the slightest.

Hands run down exposed ribs and he leans forward to place a soft kiss in the entre of his chest. Then he looks up into his eyes.

'You're OK?'

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"Fuck me."

He doesn't want to answer. Can't be bothered to answer.

"Now. Hard."

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A slow grin spreads across Ramon's face and he musingly pulls a nipple into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and teasing.

'Mmmmm. Suppose I could...'

His fingers are already working at the button of Random's fly.

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He'll probably be tasting blood then. From what seeped through Random's shirt.

The Amberite leans back bracing his elbows against the table and moans in the back of his throat.

"Now. Take us upstairs. I want you handcuffed and straining under me."

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'Anything you want.'

His hands go under Random's ass and he stands without warning, picking him up and heading for the stairs. Right now, handcuff and straining sounds like a good thing.

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His arms go tight around Ramon's shoulders, leaving a smear of blood as he does but it doesn't matter.

His legs wrap around him too, and then his teeth close on Ramon's throat. It's possible he's trying to distract him.

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'Mmmmm.'

He almost suceeds too. Ramon stops walking and turns, pressing him into the wall and kissing him hard.

'Never get upstairs if you keep that up.'

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"Fucking better."

He nibbles on Ramon's bottom lip, stifling a laugh.

"Tie you up and ride you so hard."

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He groans softly, pressing their lips together to put an end to the nibbling, because that sort of touch turns him on and it wouldn't do to make this too easy for Random.

'Sounds alright to me. Horny thing.'

He resumes carrying him to the stairs. Very much looking forward to this.

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"I'd object if it weren't true."

His lips fasten back on Ramon's throat as they climb again.

"Got me all hot and bothered. Going to have your wicked way with me? Or let me have mine with you."

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'It's always true, Random.'

Again, not complaining in the slightest. He grins as he negotiates their way upstairs and walks into the bedroom, depositing Random on top of the dresser and standing between his legs.

'You're the one all desperate, and you did all the work. You choose.'

His teeth tug on his earlobe and hands are roaming his body.

'Is any of this blood yours?'

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"Not a scratch on me."

He says it with dark pride in his voice, as he runs his nails up Ramon's back and tugs him in close with his legs.

"Give me a few?"

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His answer is teeth closing on his neck and Ramon pulling him towards the edge of the dresser so he can press their bodies together as he leaves a mark.

'Too cute for an assassin. I don't mind though.'

He starts working at his shirt. Random like this is irresistible.

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"Don't understimate me again."

He arches against him, helping undress Ramon, thankful his own got abandoned in the bar.

"You'll see. The security tapes of their office are in the front hall. Get my fucking clothes off, I want you."

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His answer is an indeterminate sort of noise because things like that can be talked about later. His shirt is thrown away and belt opened, before he starts pulling at Random's jeans while still trying to kiss him at the same time.

'Si. Want you too.'

It's awkward but he's determined not to be defeated by mere denim.

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If he weren't on a dresser, he'd wrestle Ramon to the bed. But he is, so all he does is raise himself as much as possible by bracing his hands.

"Please, please, please."

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It helps and Ramon yanks them down, getting them off one leg and then leaving them to their fate. He's too busy pressing against him and kissing him, a hand scrabbling in the top drawer for lube.

Bed later. For now, he wants to take him right where he is.

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He has one hand wrapped through Ramon's hair now, and a smear of blood down his jaw that makes his eyes look brighter somehow. Hazy, lost, needing.

"I want you."

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He smiles and it's a touch feral, a little wicked. Random wants it, he's going to get it.

Trousers are dropped and kicked away, lube is smeared on and the tube tossed towards the bed. And a hand in the centre of Random's chest pushes him backwards, so he can hook a leg over his shoulder and press against him.

'Ready?'

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His only reply is a needy sort of sound, low in the back of Random's throat and achingly desperate.

Starting to burn.

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And he laughs as he pushes into him, his eyes on Random's face as he fills him as deep as he can, pushing close, forcing Random's leg to stretch as he leans forward to kiss him hard.

There's blood on the smooth chest, smeared down his jaw, some dried in his hair Ramon's fingers play with it as he moans and kisses him again and starts to move forcefully, slow but hard and deep.

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There's blood in Random's mouth, the taste of it, at least. It might be his imagination but he can feel it, he thinks. Likes it.

His legs shift, making room for Ramon to push close, and his back curls so he can kiss him better. There's no leverage from this position. It doesn't matter.