Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin laughed at the press of the panic button, he could hear alarms going off and vanished. he knew Tristan wouldn't follow him, he knew the man was too focused on Carlos. but that was half the fun, playing with Tristan, what a beautiful name, while he was practically tied at the hip to Carlos was just... wonderful. he followed the two home, and watched from a vantage point while the other boarded up the windows. eating potato chips as if he was watching an amusing movie. as soon as Falin saw a cease of movement inside he licked his lips, and headed inside the building. it was an effortless endeavor to pick the lock, and slip inside without a sound, closing and re-locking the door before heading over to Carlos, and doping him again to keep him asleep. at least he didn't shoot the little annoyance with an arrow or kill him. then he moved over to Tristan, gave him the barest of doses, enough to ensure he stayed asleep for a half an hour, and got to work. he took his time, stripping the other completely bare, humming happily as he worked, his hands running along Tristan's slender, perfect body with a small, happy little sigh. fingers stroked nipples and fondled the soft cock before ropes where implemented, Tristan's wrists crossed and then tied together before they where firmly attached to the bed frame. legs where spread apart and tied to the thighs. knees where tied so that Tristan's legs where spread, and up out of the way, not the most comfortable of positions, but it left the other helpless, completely helpless, and open to an attack on both the ass, and the cock, and anything else that Falin wanted to touch. he smirked as he glanced at the Alarm clock, and quickly turned it off before he shed his own shirt, his firm muscles gleaming in the light of the apartment, his Scars standing in a stark contrast to his tanned skin. Falin was covered in scars, burn marks, bullet holes, long thin ones that could only have been done with a knife. there was even a mess of scars over his heart, that looked as if someone had tried to dig his heart out with their teeth. he smiled as he ran his hands along the other man's belly, stroking the soft muscles and skin he found there, his nails scraping the flesh as he belt lower, his tongue stroking a nipple, tasting his new playthings flesh with a smug little smirk. Tristan would be waking up any minute now, his legs spread open and held there by ropes, the assassin over him, touching him. Falin snickered as he felt arousal spike through him, his hand curling around Tristan's length, stroking and teasing the flesh as he moaned softly against the others belly as he nibbled, nipped, kissed, and locked his way from nipple to cock, trailing his tongue along the flesh as his hands cupped the others balls, trying to make him hard before he woke. it made it all the more amusing for his captured, trapped, and helpless victims to realize they where already hard... made a person wonder just how long Falin had been playing with their bodies. good morning sunshine. Falin purred, his golden eyes gleaming as he studied the other. did you sleep well? i know Carlos did.