Assassin [dylmas]

27.

„I want to learn how to defend myself," Thoams asked Dylan and Zero to teach him some fighting tricks so he wouldn't be so helpless.

And so he was here, in the long room with all kinds of weapons, wooden benches, mirrors and dark grey walls. It was a old material arts school, and Zero was the new owner of this palce.

The sun was sneaking through the huge windows above them and Thomas was waiting, sitting on the matress. He wore comfortable clothes and never bothered to style his hair. He will be seen by him, the one, that saw him bare and messed, and fallen. He didn't need to pretend anyting in front of his love.

Thomas heared the japaneses styled door being closed and saw Dylan. The man was wearing his sweatpants and a tank top, that made all his muscles visibe and Thomas felt he's getting hard before he was even touched.

„Comfortable on the floor?" asked Dylan.

„I'm more comfortable in your arms," Thomas smiled and got up.

„You need to focus," Dylan moved closer to him and stopped right in front of him. Thomas felt the heat made his senses blur.

He bit his lip and slid his hand on the bandage on Dylan's arm.

„Maybe you need to give it time to heal," he whispered stepping so close that he sensed Dylan's scent.

„First of all. . . oh don't look at me that way," Dylan stepped back.

„What way?" Thoams felt the air is exploding between them.

He licked his lips again and moved closer to Dyaln, but Dylan grabbed his stetched out hand and turned the boy around pressing him to his warm body and lying his second arm around Thomas' throat.

„You see I could break your neck, you have to be prepared," Dylan let go of Thomas.

„So what shoud I do?" asked Thomas.

„I'm approaching you, you grab my hand like this," Dylan laid his firm hand on Thomas' arm and the boy blushed and giggled. „Please concentrate," Dylan seemed flustrated.

„I can't, not when my teacher is so handsome," Thomas smield.

Dylan sighed. He kept explaining, but Thomas couldn't concentrate on anything ealse than Dylan's touch.

The older boy explained how to undercut someones legs, too get him to the ground and Thomas nodded.

"Try it," Dylan looked at the boy.

Thomas took a breath.

He walked to Dylan and grabbed his arm. He did a kick into his boyfriends legs and the older boy landed on the matress.

But Dylan did the same thing seconds later and Thomas fell over, but Dylan caught him with his strong arms.

„I like it more and more," Thomas puy his hand in Dylan's messy hair and caressed it from the boy's forehead.

He bent down and licked Dyaln's neck nd his jawline. Their lips met and they started to make out in the roughest an most lustful way ever, their toungues deep inside each other.

Dylan's hands were everywhere and they rested on Thomas' butts and Thomas grabbed Dylan's hair kissing him deeper.

„Really!" they heard a voice and gasped for air.

Thomas turned his head and saw Zero, he sat on Dylan's body feeling his boyfriends hard one underneath hima and being so sexualy flustrated, that he experienced inner pain.

„It went out of hand," Dylan took deep breaths and gently pushed Thomas off him.

He got up covering the erection in his pants with his hand.

„You want to learn, so learn," Zero walked to Thomas and took his hand pulling on it painfuly.

He fell on the matress his eyes filled wiht teras.

„Dylan stay where you are," Zero sent the older boy a harsh glance, when he wanted to help Thomas.

She kept pulling Thomas arm behind his back an he screamed from pain.

„What would you do?" she said.

He tried to kick, but she blocked his legs with her shoes.

„Stop," Dylan moved but she raised her hand.

„You need to learn to defend yourself. What if I won't stop? What if your only way to survive is to fight through it," Zero pulled his arm even further and Thomas screamed.

„You will hurt him!" shouted Dylan.

„Quiet!" Zero stepped on Thomas' leg and the boy felt tears are storming out.

„Maybe you need a reason, like Dylan," Zero took her gun and pointed at Dylan's head. "I'll coun't to ten. One, two. . ."

Thomas felt his heartbeat rising. His pain stopped existing. He moved his second leg and used all his strenght to turn his body around.

„Three, four, five, six," Zero counted like a ticking clock, her face calm.

Thomas grabbed her hand and pulled her on himself. She fell on him and turned around rising the gun at Dylan.

„Seven, eight, nine. . ."

Thomas kicked her in the stomach with his knee nad grabbed her hand with the gun fighting with her.

„Ten," she pulled the trigger, but he managed to change the position of her hand and the bullet hit the ceiling.

He fell on her and grabbed her throath with one hand and her hand with the gun with the other. He didn't know why or how, but his hand on her throath tightened.

„Thomas! Thomas! Zero! Stop!" Dylan's voice brought him back and he let go of her.

He was shaking and he felt sick. He got up and run to the bathroom. There he leaned over the sink and threw up.

„Thomas! Thomas! She lost her mind!" Dylan stormed into the bathroom and grabbed his forehead helping him, while his body was still torn by the sickness.

„I'll get some towels," Dylan hurried to the papertowels and took a lot of them while Thomas run the water and tried to breath. "Here," Dylan handed him the towels.

„Thanks," Thomas cleaned himself up. He was still shaking.

„She's playing with your head," whispered Dylan.

„She's right. This people aren't here for fun. They're here to kill me!" Thomas rised his voice and Dylan went pale. „I'm sorry," Thomas left the bathroom.

Zero lookad at him when he grabbed his jacket. He fealt hate, anger and pain. Dylan drove him home and they were quiet during the whole ride. When they stepped into his livingroom Thomas felt a heaviness falling on him. Was he really able to kill to save Dylan?