Page 12 of Kill Shot

“Come on, let’s go take care of your piss situation,” he said in between bouts, “I don’t expect you’ll want to use this particular bathroom even if they finish right this second.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and headed for a side door that led out into an alley beside the bar.

After a beat he heard the scrambling sounds of Sebastian springing into motion and hurrying to catch up.

The boy was probably terrified by the possibility that the bathroom door might open at any moment, leaving him face-to-face with a freshly fucked pair.

“If you really need to pee, then the world’s your oyster,” Nico said over his shoulder as they stepped out into the alley. Night had already fallen, but he could still see at a glance that there weren’t any unwelcome intruders present.

And in the dark, it was easy to see Seb’s eyes, as wide as saucers. “Y-you want me to pee out here? Is it even legal?”

“Unless you’re scared,” Nico challenged with a wicked grin that he knew looked even more menacing in the darkness. The flash of his teeth was one of his best tools in the dark, and he knew it.

Sure enough, Seb shuddered, but then he surprised Nico by stiffening his spine and straightening his shoulders. It seemed that his desire to appear cool outweighed his fear.

That was the thing about Seb. Nico didn’t know when exactly it began, but he found himself admiring his persistence and willingness to dive deeper every single time.

Every time he thought that the sheltered little Altamirano was going to throw in the towel, he set his jaw and powered through it. Part of it was obviously a desire to not disappoint Nico, but there was something deeper beneath that, something about Seb’s character that would not let him relent.

Perhaps it had started that very first night, when Nico had stepped in to save him from those thugs. Perhaps he’d noticed the steel in Seb’s spine that early, and he was just now coming to accept it.

He certainly hadn’t gone into this operation expecting to find begrudging respect for Altamirano’s boy, but here he was, and there was nothing that could be done about it. He just had to wait until his claws were in deep enough, then he could hit Pablo right where it hurt.

But he wasn’t there yet, Nico told himself. He needed to spend more time around Seb, to convince the boy to trust him over his own father. He needed to tease Sebastian with more stolen touches and dangle the tantalizing possibilities of what they could share.

“Of course I can do that. I’ve pissed outside before,” Sebastian said with an adorably defiant tilt to his chin.

“Oh really? Then go ahead. Whenever you’re ready,” Nico said with a broad gesture.

Seb shivered as he stepped away and surveyed the alley.

It wasn’t particularly large, but there was a convenient dumpster that allowed a modicum of privacy.

Of course, that meant that anyone who came out here for a private piss was probably going to go there, so hopefully Seb was one of the first to stumble out here tonight.

The two guards took up positions that allowed them to watch both the street and the door into the bar. They could still keep an eye on Nico and Seb, but they couldn’t catch everything, not if he was subtle.

Seb did as Nico predicted and went over by the dumpster. However, he must have smelled something off because he covered his nose with one hand while the other fumbled with his fly.

And what a deliciously perfect opportunity that presented to Nico. He wasted no time in wandering over behind him, making sure that his footsteps were audible.

“Come on, getting shy now?” Nico teased as Seb tensed up. “We’re both men. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Seb mumbled something in reply, but he didn’t stop in his attempts to free himself. If Nico wasn’t mistaken, perhaps he even hurried up. It was like he was worried that Nico was going to pounce on him, so he was trying to get it done as quickly as possible.

“Remarkable,” Nico purred, his voice low enough that the guards surely couldn’t hear. “Can you really piss in a situation like this? With a guy right behind you?”

Seb swallowed audibly. “Sh-shut up,” he said with an unconvincing laugh. “Just give me a second. Can’t you like… go stand a bit further away or something?”

“I could.” Nico took a step closer. “But I won’t.”

He wasn’t near enough to see over the boy’s shoulder, but Seb probably didn’t know that. He was as stiff as a pole now, and it looked like he might splinter if Nico so much as touched him.

“Oh dear,” Nico murmured in his ear. “You probably can’t piss like that, can you?”

Seb gasped and stepped away, frantically trying to cover himself up. “You looked!” he squeaked out, trying not to be overheard and being much less successful than Nico.

“I didn’t, it was just a calculated guess,” Nico said as he closed the distance once more. He could have pointedly looked down, but he didn’t. Instead, he drilled deep down into Sebastian’s eyes, forcing him to stare back with his implacable will.

“A guess,” Seb repeated dumbly.

“That’s right.” Nico stepped even closer. “I guessed that you’d get so turned on by the idea of me standing behind you that your cock would get hard. So, did I get it right?”

Seb sharply looked away. Even in the darkness, it was easy to see just how flushed he was.

“And what’s my prize for winning? Hmm?” Nico murmured. “Maybe a kiss? You said you wanted it last night, remember?”

He halfway expected Sebastian to cry out and run away. His guards were already on edge, and this was pushing things far too much.

But to his surprise, Sebastian just nodded and shakily tilted his head back up once again, waiting and expectant.

“Adorable,” Nico whispered, the last thing either of them said for a long, long while as he bent down to engulf Seb in a hungry, devouring kiss.

Before Nico knew it, he’d pushed Seb up against the alley wall.

He knew he should care about whether the guards could see and how they’d react, but in the moment, all he could focus on was the growing desire to consume Sebastian Altamirano and how naturally the boy’s slim body molded against his much broader frame.

Seb moaned into his mouth, and it sent a bolt through him.

What was it about Sebastian and that soft mouth of his? This was just another kiss of many in Nico’s playbook. It was just a kiss, yet Nico felt a strange pull, similar to the one he experienced the first time they’d kissed.

And once again, he couldn’t resist. He craved that tempting softness. Instead of pulling back, he pressed into Seb, demanding that mouth open wider for him.

Slipping his hand to the back of Seb’s neck, Nico tilted his head to the perfect angle, sweeping his tongue deep, dragging it against Seb’s, exploring every corner of his mouth, showing the boy exactly how he liked to be kissed.

And Seb followed, breathless and eager, pressing into him with a desperation that matched his own.

A growl rumbled between them. Nico couldn’t tell which of them it came from. Seb’s lips burned against his, so warm and inviting.

Hell, every brush of that mouth felt like it was drawing out the deep-seated poison running through Nico’s hardened gangster veins and replacing it with a kind of softness only Seb could give him.

Minutes later, hours later, Nico didn’t have a clue, but the crunch of a footstep alarmed him to step back. From the mouth of the alley, one of the guards called out to them. “Sir, we should leave now.”

Nico watched with satisfaction as the glazed pleasure in Sebastian's eyes turned to the light of realization. And then there was only longing and the thirst of a person who desperately wanted something he couldn’t have.

Nico was certainly going to give it to him, but not yet. Everything would come in due time.

“Uh… I have to go now… um…” Seb cleared his throat as he adjusted himself. “I-I’ll call you later. Thank you for tonight.”

He didn’t wait for Nico’s reply.

As Sebastian walked away with awkward steps—like his legs had forgotten how to work properly—Nico made a vow. He’d show that boy pleasures he’d never imagined before. And then he’d surpass them, over and over again, until Seb couldn’t even conceive of finding pleasure with anyone but Nico.

But as always, this was followed by cold reality. After he broke Seb in all the most beautiful ways, he would need to carry out his mission. And then Seb would be truly broken, and nothing would ever put him together again.

Long after Sebastian left, Nico stood there breathing hard. Not from exertion, but because his cock was still painfully hard, and he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out how the kid kept getting under his skin like this. It was becoming damnably inconvenient.

With a growl, he slammed his fist against the brick wall. “ ?Mierda! ”

Pain shot through his arm, but it wasn’t enough to settle the raging feelings bubbling within him. He struck the wall again and again, even as his fist protested.

The back door of the bar swung open, and two guys strolled out, clearly trying to make it to the dumpster for the same reason Seb had earlier.

But Nico recognized a face. It was the fat idiot from the other night, the one who’d pointed a gun at Seb.

His eyes locked on the punk, scanning every detail. Baggy red hoodie, ripped jeans sagging low enough to show the waistband of his underwear, and a thick gold chain bouncing against his chest.

What an atrocious combination.

He felt his knuckles twitch. Guess he could finally make a few things right from that night.

The guy and his cronies had come close to ruining his plans for the Altamiranos, and that sin couldn’t be left unpunished, could it?

Hell, he’d let it go that night, which was very unlike him, but even the universe thought it fitting to have their paths cross again.

If it wasn’t for retribution, then what else?

Besides, right now, Nico needed to hit something.

Maybe it was the leftover charge of sexual tension still crawling under his skin, or maybe it was because Seb had come too damn close to a part of him Nico had kept hidden from anyone.

Or maybe it was the stupid, fleeting thought that had popped in his mind during his conversation with Seb earlier.

For a fucked-up second, he’d wished that he could have that same light and innocence to see beauty in the rot that lived inside him.

But no, if wishes could fix things, Nico wouldn’t be the kind of man who needed to spill blood to feel right again.

And right now? He was itching to feel right.

The fat one looked up just when he was near enough and froze. His eyes went wide, and his mouth opened to scream or shout or maybe beg but Nico didn’t give him the chance. The moment the punk turned to run, Nico surged forward and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him hard against the wall.

His friend grabbed Nico’s jacket in surprise. “Hey—”

Nico turned, cocked his arm back, and let the punch fly.

The guy’s head snapped sideways with a crack, and he crumpled to the ground in a boneless heap, unmoving.

Now it was just Nico and the fat one. He flashed his teeth again and enjoyed seeing the asshole shiver. It would even be more satisfying if he peed his pants.

“Please—please man, I—” the punk wheezed, arms flailing.

Nico didn’t speak at first. He just stared, head tilted slightly, as if he were considering the man like a butcher would an uncut slab of meat. Then, in a voice colder than the night air, he said, “So you like pointing guns at pretty boys, huh?”

The guy blinked. “Wha-why are you doing this? I didn’t do nothing!”

“Oh, but you did.” Nico pulled a switchblade from his jacket and flicked it open, reveling in his power as the guy’s face went white in terror.

“I wonder what you and your friends would’ve done if I hadn’t shown up.

Robbed him? Hurt him?” Nico chuckled darkly.

“Shot him and left him dying on the cold pavement?”

“No—I swear, I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t thinking,” Nico cut in. “That was your fucking problem. You didn’t know who you were dealing with. And you sure as shit didn’t know who he belonged to.” He slid the sharp edge of the blade along the punk’s cheek, drawing blood.

“Your mistake wasn’t that you tried to rob some helpless person on the street. I give no fucks about that.”

Nico leaned into his face. “Your mistake was that you chose the wrong target.”

He dropped the blade. Didn’t need it for this.

The first blow was a knee to the ribs. The punk let out a guttural noise, doubling over and falling to the ground. He tried to crawl away, but Nico followed, grabbed him by the hood, and dragged him back to pin him against the wall.

The second hit was his fist, right to the cheek, hard enough to split skin and maybe crack bone. Then another. And another.

Fuck. It felt fucking good.

Blood splattered across the alley wall, gleaming on Nico’s knuckles. The punk whimpered, his face already a mess of purple swelling and red. A fucking ugly painting.

“Please—stop—I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, I believe you didn’t mean it.” Nico’s voice was low now, almost kind, with a deadly chill to it. “That’s what makes it worse. It would’ve been a senseless attack on the boy, no?”

He slammed the guy’s head back against the brick and punched him a few more times in his abdomen until the begging stopped and sobs took over.

By the time Nico was content, the punk was curled into a fetal position on the ground next to his friend who was still knocked out, shaking and mumbling something that might have been a prayer or just brainless noise.

Nico leaned over him. “You touch what’s mine again, and I’ll tear off your fucking hands.”

He straightened up, breathing hard, and glanced down at the blood staining his jacket.

Some of it was from his split knuckles, but most of it wasn’t.

He picked up his switchblade and was nearly tempted to carry his threat through, but he decided against it.

This should be enough lesson for the asshole.

He turned his back and walked out of the alley, feeling much, much better now that he’d let out some of the tension.