He parted his legs in a kind of half-stance to ready himself for a leap, jump, fight – anything. He kept his balance and calm as he waited patiently. That is, until he felt a familiar feeling creeping up his spine – A familiar urge starting to hammer its way in his gut.
His heart sped up a little at that.
The shadow appeared again, then it was gone in the blink of an eye. A tingling sensation reached inside his arms down to the very tip of his fingers, making him ball his hands up into tight fists. His breathing remained quiet but he could sense it was heavy from anticipation and… sexual excitement?
”Come out, come out wherever you are”, he called out, his voice stable but raspy, deep and darkened. His voice always became twice as dark when he was aroused. Because of that, it was always impossible to hide his sexual excitement, even if he didn’t have a hard-on. Damn me and my vocal chords. And my dick. And my feelings. Damn feelings in general. Fuck you feelings.
He suddenly heard a branch snap and his inner conversation ebbed out as he quickly turned the direction. He was met by the toothy, mischievous grin of a shady dude dressed in black. The way the guy stared him in the eye told Aidan something was off about him. He didn’t know what exactly, but he knew that the creep wasn’t just any normal gangster creep. If it was the grin, the staring, or the mysterious disruption, he had no idea. Probably all of those, but there was something more – A feeling. The weird, aroused, hungry feeling aside – Although, the two unsettling emotions could be related to one another.
Aidan stared back with an unfazed expression on his face as he slowly gripped for the gun he always carried under his leather jacket. He wasn’t quick enough however.
Just as the tips of his fingers graced the gun to pull it out, he was hit with a punch in the stomach. A hard punch. We’re talking inhuman strength. Perhaps even stronger than Aidan and that was saying something since he had always been known for his exceptional, almost inhuman, strength, speed, reflexes – you name it.
He hunched forward with arm over belly in pain but didn’t waste any time on reacting further to the blow and instead used the momentum of his posture to strike a hard elbow into he opponent’s side. It barely hit as the guy managed to somewhat dodge it to the side, but he was taken by surprise. That gave Aidan time to regain his composure and get back in his game. He rolled his shoulder back and straightened up to lean into his fighting stance once more.
”Come at me bro”.
A weird laugh came from the man as he jumped on him.
They wrestled for a while, trying to get the other down – a way of measuring and comparing their strengths. The man seemed to have difficulty grasping the fact that it didn’t go as easy as he had wanted or expected. He was probably used to fighting pussies, Aidan thought. Aidan laughed in his face to mock the opponents struggle just because he felt cocky enough at the moment. Just as he had done that, he went down. He was straddled on the ground and his arms were quick to go up to cover his face – readying himself for some ground and pound defense. This would be bloodier then usual. Bloodier from his blood, that is. He couldn’t help but smile though. This was the first challenge in a fight he’d had, except for when he fought Boss who he was equally skilled as. Maybe even better now that he’d developed some more. A fist came down to meet Aidan’s jaw. He defended it but let it hit him to feel the strength of the punches. Hell, I can take this, he thought smugly. He could probably even flip him over and switch position. He took a little more beating to get up the rush of adrenaline surging through his body and channeled that to his power. He managed to crawl out of the man’s mounted position and quickly got his legs up and around his waist as a guard. He then then locked his hands around the guy, tightening their bodies and quickly switched to another guard with his legs where his feet were between the man’s thighs. Then he used the weight to flip the guy over with his legs. Aidan was on top!
Being that Aidan almost had a semi-erection and was pretty turned on by the moment of violence, this scene was actually pretty erotic. He smiled down with a sarcastic, apologetic smirk before he made some quick movements to get out of the man’s guard and mount him. Two seconds later, Aidan was straddling the guy’s chest, raining down punch after punch. (May I remind you that his knuckles were stone hard and the power of his punches were like the force of Godzilla? So maybe I’m exaggerating, but to say the least: they were hard punches alright.)
The man was beaten to a pulp. You don’t mess with Godzilla, folks. Simple as that.
He didn’t stop though, that was the thing. The poor bastard was unconscious and pretty much defenseless in his state. Aidan had gotten a kick from this however. He felt power as he felt his own weight on top of the limp, defenseless and soon lifeless body. He felt power when he saw the blood, bruises and swelling in his face. He felt power knowing that he was taking a life. He was sick. He knew it was twisted and sick, he told himself in his mind, bit he didn’t give a fuck. The sick and twisted side of him just responded with: ’I know, fucking awesome right!? I’m CRAAAAZZYYY’. Once you start mentally screaming ’I’m crazy’ with sheer enthusiasm, like a fucking psychopath, you pretty much know that you’re insane.
But Aidan wasn’t insane. I can confirm to you right now, that Aidan wasn’t insane. Yes, he was straddling and beating an already dead body with an angry but turned on and excited, almost fascinated expression on his face, while moaning softly to himself, but no – He wasn’t insane. Yes, he almost felt like orgasming from the sight of the blood, death, violence and power, but no – He wasn’t insane. And yes, Alex was standing only two meters from him, watching the whole damn erotic thing and she was giving him a look that sort of said she was turned on but he was fucking insane, but no – He wasn’t insane.
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Sorry it was so short! I had to cut it off to create a dramatic effect ;)
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MANIAC - Hatred & Love (Book 1)
Aksi#Demon #Assassin "There is a fine line between hatred and love." At 17, Aidan Manac is a cold blooded killer working for one of the biggest organisations in the Dark world – what one could call 'the mafia'. As an assassin with almost inhuman speed a...
