Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2013 03:24:02 +0000
From: theadlaotribe@gmail.com
Subject: Love Assassin Chapter 5

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Love Assassin
Chapter Five: Confession

"Sir, can we slow down?"

I ignored him as I pumped up and down, holding both of his hips tightly as
I used the guard's body like a fuck doll.

We were inside a dimly lit motel room. It was sparsely decorated with only
a queen size bed and a bedside table with a tacky lamp. I'm usually not
into cheap motels but after a while of getting a blow job in my car, I was
impatient to get my rocks off and fuck the living shit out of the hotel
guard.

I was tense and needed release, hard and fast, after the incident inside
Vincent's room. It took all the self-control I had not to fuck the hot
young college stud, drunk as he was. But I restrained myself and walked
out, much to the security guard's luck who was now bounding on my lap as my
tool impaled him again and again for the past twenty minutes.

"Shut up. Don't talk or I'll stop," I said harshly as I guided his body
forcefully.

The guard was young, maybe in his late twenties, and boyishly handsome. He
was dark skinned and had toned muscles that strained in an effort to keep
fucking myself on his dick. He was gritting his teeth as he push his ass
down my dick and held his hands on his short hair just like I instructed
him. His abs looked really good as it tensed and rippled with each
movement.

I gripped his hips tightly as I pushed my body up, going deeper into his
chute and eliciting a struggled groan from him that really turned me
on. For someone who looked so tough, he was dedicated with giving me
pleasure, though his legs shook in exhaustion for squatting up and down
nonstop sense we got into the bed.

Letting him rest for a bit, I held his hips still to make him sit on my
lap. He was breathing heavily and was shining in sweat. He looked hot with
his armpits exposed and biceps bulging as he looked down to me, like a dog
begging for bone. In one swoop, I let him fall to the bed as I got on top
of him and took his legs on my shoulders. His hands grabbed the headboard
as I plunged deep into him once again.

He did not complain when I fucked him harder than ever but growled once in
a while whenever I sucked and pinched his nipples hard. He took my pounding
like a man, groaning and moaning in each thrust. I completely ignored
guard's thick dick, which was hard and almost plastered to his abdomen as I
took out my frustration and pent up lust.

I imagined Vincent lying below me, looking at me with teary, confused and
pained yet not telling me to stop as he moaned every once in a while as my
cock hit his prostate hard. I looked at his flustered face, his puffy lips
that were slightly parted in a silent scream yet his body unresisting as it
relented to the pleasure I was giving him. His eyes rolled to his head as
he bit his lower lip and the warm wetness hit both of chest as his cum
erupted after one of my deep thrusts.

"Fuck!" he groaned as he let out several shots of cum.

Remained steady for a minute, I let my guard catch his breath and studied
the expression of pleasure on his face. I gave him short jabs with my cock
in the middle of his orgasm, pumping his prostate to ejaculate more and
more and it was entertaining to see the change on the guard's face, as
though the uncontrollable pleasure was too overwhelming for his brain yet
his body did not want it to end.

"You okay?" I asked, surprising myself. I let his legs fall from my
shoulders but he warped them on my hips.

He gulped down and nodded, still breathing rapidly.

"I'm not done yet. Can you still take it?" I said though I was sure he knew
I will not give him much choice.

Biting down on his lower lip, the young security guard nodded again then
closed his eyes as though preparing himself. I saw him grabbed the
headboard tighter and that gave me permission to let go.

I drilled him hard and fast, shaking the bed roughly. I heard the young man
beneath me cried softly as my cock went deeper and deeper into his body,
his abused prostate too sensitive with the stimulation I was giving it. But
I was too far gone, I lie flat on his torso and drove my cock hard,
stabbing the guard with all my might, needing release.

All the while, I imagined Vincent as I fucked the body below mine. A pair
of hands grabbed my biceps and I let them embrace my shoulders. Putting my
face on the crook of his neck, I inhaled the masculine scent and bit the
tender flesh gently. The young man below me moaned in ecstasy and I grabbed
him tighter, sucking his skin harder as I exploded. I panted heavily as I
felt the guard's ass spasm... he came again.

Pulled out and rolled on to my back as I caught my breath, relishing the
release that I built up since leaving Vincent's hotel room. But I was
surprise to feel still a bit dissatisfied. The security guard was a great
lay, taking me without complaint, eager to please, and with a body that was
hot as hell... yet I could not help my mind from wandering, imagining what
it would feel like if Vincent was the one in bed with me.

Getting up, I walked to my pants and pulled my wallet. The guard watched me
as I took some bills and handed it to him.

"I'm not a whore," he said with a little frown while looking at the money.

"It's for your uniform," I said, nodding to the ripped white polo shirt on
the floor. "Take it."

He took the bills and counted them. Before he can say anything else, I
turned and started to get dress. I studied the mess of clothes on the
floor, fishing out what were mine.

"Sorry, I got carried away with your shirt. Will you be okay going home
with that?" I asked.

"Yeah, I still have my undershirt and my jacket."

"Okay. If you want to stay, the room's paid for the day--"

"Umm... can we..." he started but when I looked at him, blushed into
silence.

"Do it again?" I supplied, smiling at him slightly.

He nodded meekly.

One of my turn ons was seeing a hot muscle guy acting like a high school
girl with a crush so I tossed him a calling card, the one I prepared for
this kind of encounters. It only had my first name and a mobile number.

"I don't get attached so don't get any ideas. Text me your number and
schedule. I'm very busy most of the time but I'll contact you when I'm
free."

"Okay... um, thanks. I'm Jerry."

"Dante."

I checked my appearance on the bathroom mirror and gave a final nodded to
the guard. He just smiled while sitting on the bed, still naked, as I
closed the door behind me.

* * *

Three days after the product launch, I was finally starting to
worry. Vincent had not come to work since that night and I was afraid I
made a mistake making a move on him. As I walked to my office with a deep
frown, Penny gave me one look and handed me my coffee without a word. She
knew me well enough not to comment on my mood. I closed the office door,
tossed my briefcase to the table and just sat quietly, deciding what to do
next.

I was sipping coffee while looking at my monitor when my phone
beeped. Annoyed, I pushed a button.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Sorry, boss. But Vincent is here and he said he needed to talk to you,
urgently. He said he was resigning."

"What? Let him in. Hold my calls."

Someone knocked on my office door. I stood up and opened it to see Vincent,
looking impeccable on his white shirt but with the beginning of dark
shadows under his eyes.

"Vincent, come in. Take a sit," I said, casually.

He slowly took a sit in front of my desk as I closed my office door. I
walked to my leather chair and looked at the college stud. He was doing his
best to look calm but I can see the internal struggle beneath the facade.

"Mr. Jorvina, I just wanted to--"

"Vincent, stop," I said, holding up my hand. "Penny said you are
resigning. Is that true?"

He nodded, looking down on my desk.

"Is it because of what happened after the party?" I asked calmly.

"I'm sorry. I got drunk and I acted... it was..."

Vincent struggle to express himself. He opened and closed his mouth several
times without making any sound, all the while only looking at my desk.

"Vincent, please look at me," said I as I tried to catch his eye. "I'm the
one who should apologize."

Upon hearing that, he finally meet my gaze. He looked as though he was
close to crying.

"I know you have girlfriend and we were clearly intoxicated. I just wanted
to comfort you that night but I got carried away. I'm sorry if I misread
the situation. Please know that I will never force myself to you and if you
want, we can forget about it. But you don't have to quit."

Vincent look down on his lap as he clutched his fingers nervously. He
stayed silent so I continued.

"I was actually nervous the first day you did not go to work," I said. "I
thought you'll sue me."

"No! I'd never do that," he finally said, looking back to me. "I... was
just... very confuse."

"Is what happened the reason you want to resign?" I asked.

He nodded. "I thought... it would be... I dunno. I thought it would be
inappropriate if I stayed. I didn't want you to think I'm someone who will
sleep his way to the top. I didn't want you to think I'm just taking
advantage..."

My face looked concern and patience but inside, I was smiling. This guy was
something else. Others would have quickly called a lawyer and sued me for
harassment but Vincent cared about my impression of him instead of my
intentions.

"That thought never crossed my mind and I hope you also don't think I just
want to take advantage of you," I said softly. "After seeing how Jenna
treated you, I... I just wanted you to know that you deserved better."

The look that Vincent gave me was a mixture of confusion and sadness but I
also saw a hint of something else... appreciation, perhaps?

"I love Jenna," he said in a low voice.

Nodding to him solemnly, I said, "I'm not going to force you to feel or do
anything you don't want. But that night... we being drunk notwithstanding,
I noticed that you did not stop the kiss."

He looked away for a second before saying, "The kiss was a... it was just
because of the moment."

"Was I the first man you ever kissed?" I asked, though I already had a clue
what his answer will be.

"No. There was... another. A long time ago."

We stayed quiet for a minute. Vincent looked torn due to the emotional
struggle happening inside him while I waited patiently to not overwhelm him
further. I wanted to know more about his past, who his first man was, and
the story behind it but I knew if I push too much, I can lose him.

"Do you really want to quit working in Mobius? Because you don't have to
resign. If you don't want me as a team leader and if you want space to
figure things out that can be arranged. We can forget whatever happened
that night if you want. I just don't want to lose someone as brilliant as
you," I said with a small, charming smile. "You have a place here,
Vincent. I hope you'll reconsider."

Vincent nodded.

"Does that mean you're staying?" I said smiling at him.

"If you'll still have me," he said, voice slightly cracking.

'I really want to have you,' I thought silently.

I stood up and put out my hand. He grasped it and we shook hands, looking
at each others eyes.

"You can have the rest of the day off. Relax and get your feelings sorted
out," I said walking around my table.

Vincent faced me and we were looked at each other for a second. He looked
so innocent that I barely resisted pulling his head to mine. Instead, I put
a hand on his shoulder and gave him two brotherly taps but what happened
next took me by surprise.

Both his hands held my head and pulled me towards him. Vincent kissed me so
forcefully I stopped breathing for a few seconds but when I recovered, I
entwined my arms around him, pulling his toned body to mine. He encircled
his arms around my neck and shoulder as our tongues danced with each other.

It only lasted for a few seconds then Vincent pulled his lips from
mine. His eyes were shining with tears and his jaw was shaking. I held him
as he let his head fall to my shoulder and he cried softly, his emotions
overwhelming him. I soothed him by rubbing his back and embracing him
firmly.

"It's okay, it's okay," I whispered softly. "We can figure it out."

"I'm a bad person. Jenna... oh god..." Vincent moaned on my shoulder.

"Look at me," I said to him, forcing his face to look up. "You are not a
bad person. Feelings change and you did not plan to hurt Jenna. There are
things in life that are just beyond our control. Okay?"

Still frowning, Vincent stared at me then nodded. I gave him a tender kiss
which he reciprocated.

"Take the rest of the day off. If you need to talk, we can talk. If you
just want me to listen, I'm here... but I think we need to find another
place."

Vincent let me go and stood back. I reach up to wipe his tears.

"Do you want to go some place to talk?" I offered.

"You're busy. You probably have a lot of things to do," he said.

"I'm the CEO. I can do whatever I want."

I went to my table and wrote an address to a piece of paper.

"Go here," I said while handing Vincent the paper. "It's a cafe. I know the
owner and we can talk there."

"You don't have to--"

"Vincent, I don't want you to feel alone right now. And I think we need to
talk and figure out things... this isn't a picnic for me either," I said.

He looked at me guiltily so I gave him another hug.

"Meet me at the cafe. I'll be there in ten minutes. I just need to give
instructions to Penny."

* * *

I saw him waiting patiently, sitting with a cup of coffee and looking out
the large glass window to the busy road outside. Vincent did not see me
come in, probably preoccupied by his confusing thoughts and emotions.

Before I went in, I debated to myself how to approach the situation. I
needed to reel in Vincent for my assignment as the Love Assassin but a
shadow in my mind also made me reevaluate my motives. For the first time, I
am afraid... and not just to fail in my mission.

"Hey," I said getting his attention and I smiled when he jerked in surprise
upon hearing me.

Vincent gave a tight lipped smile as I sat down. His hands wrapped around
the coffee mug as he waited for me to say something. The waiter took my
order and we sat in silence for a minute.

"So, how are you feeling?" I asked after receiving my cappuccino.

"I don't know," Vincent said.

"You know, you don't need to make any decisions right now. Sleep on it for
a while."

"What I did was wrong," Vincent whispered even though we were the only
customers in the cafe. "I kissed someone who is not my girlfriend. Someone
who is a guy. I didn't just cheat... I cheated with a guy."

"Vincent, I want know... did our kiss meant something to you?" I asked
cautiously. "Because if it didn't, we can blame the alcohol and never speak
of it ever again. But if it did..."

He frowned and bit his lower lip. I had to stop myself from smiling. It
made him look innocent yet very sexy.

"I... I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now," Vincent said. "I don't
know, maybe I'm just reminded by the past."

"What do you mean?"

"The first man I've kissed was my first... love. I was sixteen and I loved
him. I guess, as much as a sixteen year old could love someone. God, I've
never told anyone about this," he said looking around wildly as though
afraid someone will suddenly put him under a spotlight.

I reached out and held his shaking arm. Stroking it gently, I said, "I
won't judge you for anything you tell me. You don't have to be afraid."

Vincent breath in deeply, then nodded.

"I needed to work to support myself through high school and found a job as
a delivery boy. My boss, Rowan, was a close friend of my uncle and he
agreed to let me stay in one of the apartments he owned. The first year,
nothing happened. He was friendly but never really gave a hint that he was
interested in me. He was married with two children and I was treated like a
part of the family. Then, I turned sixteen... they held a small party for
me. It was the first time I got drunk and well... he made his move."

I listened to Vincent tell his story in silence, letting him confess a
deep, dark secret he probably had never told any other person before.

"To cut it short, we slept together. He told me he had always been
interested with me but always stopped himself from letting his feelings
known. For one because he was married and also, because I was underage. I
was confused back then, never really knowing what it all meant or how I
felt about the situation. Then, it happened again and again. He never
really forced me to do anything and I started to enjoy the... connection
between us. He took care of me and always told me he loved me. And after
some time, I fell in love with him too."

"Then, what happened?" I asked.

"Well, we should've seen that it will never last. Even if how much he told
me he loved me, he had a family. His wife found out and she confronted
us. She asked me to leave. She knew I could sue their family if I wanted to
because I was a minor so she paid me off to keep my mouth shut. I tried
asking Rowan what to do but he never said anything, afraid that his wife
will tell their children and other people that he had an affair with
another man... a kid really.

"Even if it hurt like hell, I took the money and left. Mrs. Mendrez gave me
enough to get by so I can finish high school without working for a
year. Rowan called me several times but I... thought it was better let him
be just a part of my past. I graduated from high school, went to college
and met Jenna. I was happy... but then, you..."

I touched Vincent's hand, which was clutching his mug to tight it might
shatter any second. He looked at me, at lost of what to do next.

"I know it's confusing right now but you don't have to make any decisions
today. Sleep on it for a few days, weeks even, sort out how you are
feeling. But know that whatever your decision be, I'm your friend and you
can come to me for whatever."

Vincent nodded and smiled, a sad but grateful smile.

"So, you coming back to work, right?" I asked with a smile of my own.

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

We talked more. I stirred the conversation about work to take Vincent's
mind off the personal dilemmas he was having at the moment. I joked around,
acting like we were buddies to put him at ease. To be honest, I enjoyed
talking to him as well. He was intelligent, funny, and very different from
most of the newbies I hired in the company who did all they could to suck
up to the boss. For a long time, Vincent was one of those people I had meet
who did not have a hidden agenda.

We parted ways after our conversation that lasted for one and a half
hour. As I watched him walked away, I smiled as our meeting resembled a
date. I discovered a lot about him. When he vanished in the crowd, I took
out my phone.

"Mads, can we all meet tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm free. Why? Something wrong?" asked Madeline. I can hear genuine
concern in her voice.

"Well, I'm not really sure yet. I need a different perspective, I guess."

"Is this got to do with one of your 'side projects'?"

I laughed. "Yes."

She sighed. "Fine. Go to my apartment. Bring your sidekick. What do we
need? Wine or tequila?"

I grinned like an idiot as I walked down the street.

"I can get the wine. You get the tequila."

"Oh, that serious, huh?"

"Not sure yet... how's 8:30 sounds? I'll bring steaks."

"Okay. See you."

"Bye."

I sighed. I rarely ask Madeline and Ruel for advice when it comes to my
assignments as Love Assassin. But with Vincent... I needed the cavalry,
people who knew what I have been through and the reason why I chose to
become who I am. Falling was not an option but...

"Am I getting soft?" I asked myself quietly as I let the crowd pass me by.

To be continued...


From the Author:

Sorry it took a while. I should have known the holidays will bring a
mountain of work.

On a brighter note, another chapter of Love Assassin! Hope you guys enjoyed
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