El Desperado One Shot Collection

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Featuring: El Desperado

Word Count: 690

Warnings: Some sexual connotations, language

"I know how you love to play games"

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"What are you up to?"

After weeks of walking on pins and needles, waiting for the other shoe to drop, I had finally had enough. Whatever Desperado was planning I wanted to know. I couldn't continue on like this.

"What are you talking about?" Desperado asked glaring up at me as he laced up his boots.

"I know you're up to something. You've got something planned and I want to know what it is." I insisted folding my arms stubbornly over my chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said irritably before refocusing his attention on his gear.

I was left fuming as he and the rest of the Guns left the locker room, Desperado stepping around me to walk out ignoring my attempts to block his path. This continued for another week, Desperado denying any plans that I knew he had and avoiding my attempts at a confrontation. Finally I reached the end of my rope and decided to force his hand by showing up in his hotel room.

"You again?" Desperado asked in exasperation when he opened the door and saw me on the other side. Ignoring his annoyance I pushed into his room and sat in the desk chair making it quite clear I wasn't going anywhere. Shrugging his shoulders Desperado shut the door and flopped down on the bed watching the movie I had apparently interrupted.

The minutes ticked by, my fingers impatiently tapping on my thigh as I stared at Desperado waiting for him to fess up to whatever trick he was trying to pull on me. I had done my research. He did something to every new employee without fail. I didn't understand why he was taking so long to play his little prank on me. The anticipation was making me paranoid. I checked around corners, looked under the bed, checked closets, my car, everything. Every time I entered a room I expected something to jump out or fall on me or spray me. Yet day after day, nothing.

"Just do whatever you're going to do to me and get it over with!" I finally snapped at him, bringing Desperado's attention to me.

A wicked smile appeared on his lips and he ran his eyes over me in a manner that left me feeling turned on and disgusted at the same time.

"That's quite the open invitation there." Desperado said climbing off the bed and stalking towards me.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it." I said a bit breathlessly as he placed a hand on each of the chair's armrests effectively trapping me below him.

"Do I?" He asked. "All I know is you follow me everywhere, every time I turn around there you are staring at me, and then tonight you show up at my hotel door telling me to do whatever I want."

My head jerked back as he reached out to stroke his fingers down my cheek, making him frown and grab me by the hair instead tilting my head back awkwardly so I was staring up at him.

"You came here to get fucked didn't you?" He asked crouching down so he was eye level with me, the hand in my hair preventing me from negatively shaking my head.

"No!" I denied vociferously. "I came here to figure out what you're up to. I know how you love to play games."

"I do like games." Desperado said with a smirk, bringing his mouth to my lips and ghosting over them. "How about we play a game?"

I stared at him warily, knowing some kind of trap was coming but unable to figure out exactly what he was up to. Desperado's free hand trailed down my face and skimmed over my arms, coming to rest in the middle of my chest where they were folded. His fingertips tapped on the flesh of my forearms.

"Yes or no? Do you want to play a game?" Desperado asked again and this time, despite knowing better, I whispered:

"Yes."