Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)
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				Title: <strong>Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:05:13</strong>
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				Basil Maestro was not amused in the least.&nbsp; <br><br>A week ago, the eighteen year old's father had sat him down in the way that fathers tend to do and had told him that, for the next little while, he was going to be going on a road trip.&nbsp; While Basil was normally receptive to his father's requests - usually involving meeting clients and business partners, going to posh parties and winning over all the daughters and wives and grandmothers with his smile - this was not the sort of thing the young man was eager to be involved with, particularly because he was expected to spend the entire road trip with an old friend of his fathers.<br><br>For starters, Basil had never been aware that his father, Damon, actually had friends so to speak - acquaintances, certainly, as well as co-workers and employees, but he had never once heard his father refer to anyone as a 'friend', since the boy had always seen right through that sort of thing.&nbsp; He was young, but he wasn't foolish - he had long ago learned that his father was a fairly ruthless industry man, and he had settled himself with the fact there would always be things he didn't know - not for lack of trying - and that eventually he was expected to take his father's place.<br><br>But this silly business about road trips was not something he had be keen on; Basil was aware that by any standards, he was a spoiled young man.&nbsp; He had grown up in a massive, spiralling household with every possible luxury, and even though his father didn't always have the time to spare for him, he was able to make him proud by doing some - social work.&nbsp; Aside from being well-off, Basil also knew that he had been gifted with beauty - though the boy had been born with albinism, the pallor of his skin and his white-blonde hair only served to make him appear angelic, and it was all topped off with a pair of bright, baby blue eyes and a stunning, slim physique that made women drop at his feet.&nbsp; People listened to him when he spoke, including the men that his father worked with, because at a young age he had learned how to woo the crowd with his voice, just the way he'd learned to use his looks.&nbsp; <br><br>He had learned to engage in the most superficial and the most deeply philosophical conversations; he had developed a vast knowledge of politics just so he could engage in furious debates with the men who fancied themselves as political, and he would change sides depending on who he was talking to, even if it meant pretending he had an extremist view, just to fascinate the person he was talking to.&nbsp; In one instant, Basil could be a vastly intelligent young man, and in another, a vapidly charming adolescent filled with compliments and observations about clothing styles.&nbsp; He was a chameleon.<br><br>Chameleons did not belong in stuffy vans, driving around some backroad in America.<br><br>He had protested, but his father had been firm on it; he had insisted in a way he had never heard before, in fact - he had nearly begged him.&nbsp; So he waited impatiently for the car to arrive, sitting in an overstuffed chair in the mansion foyer, wearing an oversized pair of shades, dressed in slacks and a powder blue dress shirt that emphasized how slight and pale the young man was.&nbsp; <br><br>He would go.<br><br>But he wouldn't enjoy himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:35:07</strong>
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				Leon Cheshire had been sleeping when the call came. He had been sleeping even when he had answered the phone, but once he heard Damon's voice...he was awake indeed. The man had not called him for years. And then, Damon had simply said he would like the debt. Here and now. Protect my son, he is the only one I have left. Protect my son and hide him away, because I am afraid for him. <br><br>Leon was a man of his word. <br><br>So he got up, dressed, packed his things and took the first flight from Washington to New York. <br><br>And now he was here, at the mansion of his old friend. Damon received him right away and they discussed the whole situation - Leon was not too thrilled about having to babysit Damon's son, but he wheedled out some money and a proper car for himself, along with a good set of weapons and everything else he might have needed. He did not have much illusions about this. He knew Damon and he knew that whatever set of men he had pissed off this time were dangerous enough to honestly try to hurt Damon in such a way that they would finally defeat him. One did not get so high without making a great deal of enemies. <br><br>Finally Damon proposed that Leon could go and meet Basil while he himself was making arrangements. <br><br>And it was so that when Basil had lounged around a bit, someone entered. It was a man, looking a bit younger than his father, maybe in his thirties. He was of middle height, but so well built that it gave him the illusion of looking taller than he really was. He had short dark brown hair and intense hazel eyes. His clothing was quite simple, just a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black wifebeater, complete with combat boots and a tribal necklace. If not for his demeanour when he strode in, one could have thought he was simply one of Father's security guys or someone else of no importance.<br><br>Leon stopped a few metres from the boy who was sitting in an armchair. So, he was going on a road trip with someone so delicate and fair? Oh shit. And he was Damon's kid, three guesses as to whether he had been spoiled rotten or not. <br><br>"Mornin'," he said casually. "That's all you're bringing to the trip?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:55:57</strong>
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				Oh, this was just wonderful.&nbsp; <br><br>It couldn't have been the sleek Frenchman, or the chipper Russian, or even the weirdly hilarious Korean businessman that his father knew, it had to be a guy who looked like an army sergeant and walked like a bushman - a single glance told him this was going to be a journey he would live to regret.&nbsp; Part of Basil wanted to cling to the chair and dig his nails in like an enraged child, but he had been brought up to be dignified, so instead, he stood, turned to the side as though readying to get into a gunfight, and tilted his head back, one brow rising high,<br><br>"G.I. Joe, I presume." he said, putting on his best official voice, solely for the purpose of mockery, "This is going to come as a terrible shock to you - but 'Nam ended years ago."<br><br>Spoiled rotten and a smartass; it was a deadly combination, but wait, here came the limit break,<br><br>"Oh no, I've got other bags I'm taking - I had to bring a spare to stuff in the polyester leisure suits, hula hoops, and cocaine to go with the eighties look we've chosen to sport today." he said, and bounced a little on his heels, one of the fine white-blonde brows arching even higher.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:05:31</strong>
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				Leon snorted, apart from that looking completely non-plussed and maybe even quietly amused. <br><br>So, mouthy and spoiled. Great combo. Pretty as well, in a strange exotic way. Damon wanted the kid safe, he did not say anything about letting him mouth off at Leon. Fine. He'd be the driver and the punchbag to a certain limit. Or he could as well mouth off back at him. <br><br>"It was the Gulf, if you really need to know," he said. "Now, let's stuff the hula hoops into the car and get going. Yeah, right away. You can go and kiss Daddy goodbye if you want to, since you won't be seeing him for a long time. Better plead off as much pocket money as you can, I'd rather not have you use the card." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:14:09</strong>
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				"Oh, Sergeant Pepper wants to play," Basil said brightly, and then his face briefly broke in to a white, dazzling smile, "Smashing.&nbsp; So I imagine you'll be driving the tank today, then?"<br><br>He bustled past Leon then, lifting his bags and heading for the door,<br><br>"I'll have you know my father's out, he's a busy man, he doesn't have the time to wait around," Basil said, and it sounded as though he was attempting to justify it to himself, the reason his father wasn't there to see him off - he never was, just Basil wasn't used to having someone else around to drive that point home, "What, so we'll be exploring knife conventions then?&nbsp; Possibly going to theatres to watch movies with big explosions and gruff soldiers?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:19:46</strong>
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				Fine. If the kid wanted to drag his stuff himself, Leon would not offer.<br><br>"Well, we can always go and watch some romance movies, so the testosterone level wouldn't kill you," he shot back cheerfully and led Basil out into the parking lot. Leon pulled out the car keys and opened up one of the black jeeps that belonged to Father. <br><br>"See, your dad even gave me a nice little tank to drive." <br><br>He pulled the boot door open. Two large black duffel bags were already there, but there definitely enough room for all of Basil's numerous bags. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:27:09</strong>
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				While Basil had been brought up spoiled, he had never been a fan of servants - he much preferred to do things himself, partly because people tended to become sedentary when they expected someone else to do all the work for them.&nbsp; He was capable of carrying a few bags, and the last thing he wanted was for this Schwarzenegger to assume he couldn't to a thing himself - not that he was exactly going to make it easy for Leon.<br><br>He put the bags in the trunk; at least it was one of his father's Volkswagens and not some beat up, unreliable scrap heap,<br><br>"Awfully nice of him," Basil said, reaching his arms up over his head, stretching, arching his back like a cat would, "So what are you then, ex-business partner?&nbsp; School mate?&nbsp; Former art teacher?&nbsp; What've you done that makes my father want us to get to know eachother and spend so much - quality time - together?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 11:17:50</strong>
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				Leon waited until Basil had put his bags away, and then closed the door. <br><br>He leaned against the car and listened to Basil, with an expression of nonchalance on his face. He felt the same inside. Really, Damon's kid was not going to unnerve him. <br><br>"We were in the Gulf War together," he said. "Get into the car."<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, Leon himself got into the driver's seat, and turned on the engine. Inside the car was nicely spacious with quite comfortable seats. There were not any personal touches introduced yet, but that was most likely because Leon had not had it for a long time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 13:18:01</strong>
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				Basil seemed to consider this for a long moment; he certainly didn't want to go anywhere with Leon, but he knew there wasn't a great deal of choice in the matter - not yet, anyways.&nbsp; He supposed there would always be an opportunity later, to leave, if he felt so inclined,<br><br>"Gulf war, fantastic," he said, "So I really am riding with G.I. Joe."<br><br>He didn't get into the passenger side of the jeep; he got into the back seat, deciding that even though he was riding with Leon, he didn't neccessarily have to ride beside him, and beyond that, it gave him a little more freedom.&nbsp; And less of a chance for Leon to monitor him at all time.<br><br>"And what do you do now?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:08:43</strong>
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				Leon pulled out and made to drive out of the gate. If he looked at the rear-view mirror at a certain angle, he could see Basil and his huge sunglasses. The damn twit was obviously out to annoy him and death-threats were not going to work, since Leon had promised to do the opposite - keep him safe and from coming to harm. <br><br>"Babysit you obviously. Hope you did not forget to bring the Barbies along," he replied, as if he were talking to a five year-old. <br><br>Heading west would be a good idea, he thought. And that was why they turned to the western intersection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 19:57:37</strong>
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				"Girl jokes?&nbsp; Really?" Basil said, his brows rising as he leaned back in his seat, "I mean, if that's the direction we're going in, I'm just going to assume you're PMS'ing."<br><br>He chewed at his lip for a moment then,<br><br>"So what were you - army?&nbsp; Coast guard?&nbsp; Marine?&nbsp; Navy?" he asked, then, as though he couldn't resist, "Cook?&nbsp; How'd you feel when they got 'round to hanging Hussein - were you one of the guys who watched the video on youtube and clapped, or did it make you feel ill?"<br><br>Oh yes, he was just bursting with questions, though it was unclear if he was doing it to annoy Leon, or out of genuine curiosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 20:25:44</strong>
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				"Marine," Leon replied curtly. They were rolling past the rich neighborhood and out of the city. <br><br>As to how he felt about Saddam being finally strung up where he belonged, he did not answer right away. Sure, it had in a way been the conclusion to the first chapter, only to begin the second one, but at the same time he did not believe in publicizing deaths. He went in and got the job done, but he had never particularly enjoyed it. <br><br>"He's dead now. And the war goes on." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 15:08:11</strong>
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				"Mmh," Basil said, peering round at Leon, eyeing the khakis and fatigues; he made note of the fact that Leon was well-built, especially for a guy who was probably in his forties, or nearing it - in fact, he seemed to be in good shape for most twenty year olds, "All that death; they get rid of Saddam, they lose Bin Laden, they kill thousands of Iraqi and Afghanistani soldiers and civilians, yet America is still fighting the exact same war they were fighting ten and twenty years ago.&nbsp; Only, it's even more pointless now than it was back then."<br><br>It was a heady topic for only having driven about five minutes from his house, but Basil had decided that he may as well get to work being a pain now, since it was going to be a long drive, and he got bored easily.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 15:37:19</strong>
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				Leon could not really make out Basil's expression, so he went with the assumption that the kid was simply trying to annoy him. Well, he would not get annoyed. Even if it was quite obvious that Basil did not really know just what the hell he was talking about. He had been there, long before Damon had decided to get married and make his wife pop out a kid. Said wife had run out on her man in the end, but still. <br><br>"It's the oil they want. You should know, with your father."<br><br>He did not really feel up to debating the complex philosophy of war - and it would most likely go over the kid's head as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 15:46:06</strong>
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				"Of course it's the oil they want," Basil said, his eyebrows rising as though it had been silly of Leon to mention it, "And revenge; Bush Jr. doesn't like that his father had a price put on his head by Hussein back in '93 - made him a little bitter, I suspect.&nbsp; It would be silly to think that a man like Bush Jr., with all that power, would use it only to make decisions for the good of the nation."<br><br>He chewed at his bottom lip for a moment,<br><br>"So what made you join?&nbsp; Felt you owed it to the great nation - wanted to give peace to the people and unite the world?&nbsp; Or was it that you had a taste for blood?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 15:55:59</strong>
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				Leon's eyes narrowed at the question, and something dark flickered in them for a moment before it was gone. <br><br>"Paid well," he replied non-chalantly. "Of course, babysitting pays better."<br><br>He had been such a fuck-up in high-school that he had barely managed to scrape by. And then he had been recruited, gone off to West Point with so many dreams, only to have them shatter the first night they arrived at the Gulf. The only good thing that had come out of that was meeting Damon. And of course, racking up enough points to get jobs. Well-paying jobs. He could have retired by now, but he knew that sitting around and doing nothing tended to drive him a little bit crazy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 16:06:53</strong>
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				There it was - it wasn't annoyance, but something dark and almost animalistic flashed in Leon's eyes, and it sent a shiver through Basil - one that wasn't entirely bad.&nbsp; He swallowed back the strange mix of unease and excitement that had stirred up in him at the sight, and he forged onwards determinedly,<br><br>"Do this often, do you?" he asked, "How do you usually keep people amused?&nbsp; Anecdotes about the crazy life serving your country?&nbsp; Play exciting card games, possibly force them to listen to Willie Nelson while you croon about the good old life back in the Bronx?"<br><br>He bounced a little in the seat, mock enthusiasm.&nbsp; There was another brilliant smile from Basil then, <br><br>"Oh this is going to just be smashing.&nbsp; Just the two of us.&nbsp; You and me, Leon, against the world.&nbsp; I hope you're up to the challenge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 16:39:23</strong>
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				"I usually kill people," Leon said, while turning out onto the highway. They would get a good few hour's driving in and then go and have some lunch. Something like that. To be honest, he himself did not have a fair idea just exactly what he was supposed to do. Yeah, drive across America or whatnot and try not to get killed in the process. Or go to Canada. Or to Mexico. No planes, and besides, that had been one of the decoy plans as well. Damon had told him that as they had gone out, a second jeep had gone to the airport, and a kid who looked like Basil would be getting on a plane with a guardian. It was more likely that the yakuza or whoever would strike there. <br><br>Well, he had a couple of thousand miles to make up his mind about where to go. And all the time in the world. All the money in the world, since Damon had set up a clever scheme that would hold up for a few months at least. Of course, they needed to stay in fairly temperate places, since Basil would most likely not like going to somewhere real hot. Leon himself didn't mind, he'd done time in fairly uncomfortable places. <br><br>Now the kid was bouncing. What the hell. Leon shrugged. <br><br>"Guess that dad did not really tell you much," he spoke finally after a few minutes of silence. "I didn't do Bronx, I don't do country music and as for card games, I only play strip poker. And you, you're so good with trying to worm stuff out of me. Come on, contribute a little. What do you do on really boring road trips with guys you don't really like?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 16:48:24</strong>
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				"Ooh, <em>killer</em>," Basil said, putting a bizarre, almost sexual emphasis on the word, "How utterly <em>awful</em> of you - am I your next target, or just bait?"<br><br>He had no idea how close he was getting to an uncomfortable truth about his present situation - though, Leon wasn't the threat.&nbsp; All he knew was that his father wanted him to spend time with this Leon guy, and he suspected that his father would be out as well, possibly doing things that he didn't want his son to know about.&nbsp; It had happened a few times, Damon trying to keep his son out of the loop, but Basil had long ago learned it usually meant his father had hooked up with some woman - usually a gold digger who saw prime real estate in his father.&nbsp; None of them ever made it far, of course, Basil wasn't sure his father had ever gotten over his mother, Vivian, leaving them.<br><br>"No, father didn't offer up many details about - this - but I'm sure he's got good reason.&nbsp; Business trip or something important." Basil said, lying convincingly to himself, "Well, I don't normally go on really boring road trips with guys I don't like, so we could try the strip poker thing and see how that goes.&nbsp; Otherwise, I'm really at a loss - I'm sure there's something interesting going on in a country somewhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 16:52:21</strong>
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				Leon figured that lying to Basil would not be of any good, the kid would not like it, but he deserved to know.<br><br>"Your father pissed off some people, whose usual tactics of intimidation are taking someone's loved ones and then threatening to do nasty things to them if they do not comply with certain requests. I have to make sure this doesn't happen to you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 17:13:58</strong>
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				Basil hesitated; for the first time, the younger man seemed lost for words as he floundered for any sarcasm or truth in what Leon had just said - he knew his father had involvement in some - less-than-wholesome situations, with some less-than-wholesome businessmen, but it had never been a threat before, not that Basil knew of.<br><br>And he'd always kept a careful watch on his father's business; after all, he'd been brought up to be curious.<br><br>"That's - quite the story," Basil said finally, the white-blonde eyebrows lifting high, and there was a shadow of doubt in his voice, as though uncertain of his own opinion on the matter; it had to be some sick joke from Leon, an attempt to frighten him. "Pray tell, what horrible things are these awful, unnamed criminals threatening to do, oh protector of mine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 17:18:12</strong>
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				Basil was doubting him; of course. Nobody really wanted the harsh truth - they just wanted to play ostrich and stick their heads in the sand. He'd been doing it once, when he had been young. He had gotten over it though. <br><br>"Well," Leon began, "They usually do it to wives or daughters, but since your father has only you, I'd guess they would most likely torture and rape you, record every second of it, send the video to your father and say that next time he'll start receiving body parts. Unless he does what they want. Depends on how subtle the head honchos are." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:01:25</strong>
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				Basil was silent for a very long time afterwards, staring at Leon through the rearview mirror, his white-blonde brows furrowed deeply, his expression unreadable.&nbsp; Finally, he pursed his lips, and then spoke,<br><br>"You've got a sick sense of humour," he said finally, unamused, and apparently having decided that Leon was definitely not a guy he wanted to be stuck with in a car, "I'm not sure what you think you're doing, but it's certainly not funny.&nbsp; Pull over, I'm getting out - you're out of your mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:15:49</strong>
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				"No," Leon said. "I am not pulling over. And I wish I was out of my mind, because then it would not be true. But it is."<br><br>Well, it was going to happen. Eventually. Best to get it out of the way. Most likely Basil would hate him for some time, but Leon did not really give much of a damn. He was here to do his work and so he would. Period. Nothing less, nothing more. <br><br>"You can call your dad, if you want to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:21:36</strong>
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				"Oh, well thanks for the permission," Basil said sourly, then considered that he did, in fact, have his cell phone with him - naturally, he could call his father and ask if this Leon guy was really telling the truth, but the way Basil saw it, his father would have told him to begin with if his life was in danger, would have prepared him for it.&nbsp; Surely, his father wouldn't have sent him blindly into some horrible scenario with a man he'd never met, it would be cruel and irresponsible.<br><br>Feeling a twist in the pit of his stomach, Basil did what seemed like the reasonable thing, got out his cell phone, and dialed 911.&nbsp; He undid his seatbelt as quietly as he could then, sliding himself close to the door.&nbsp; The operator on the line responded, her voice sharp,<br><br>"911, what is your emergency?"<br><br>"I'm reporting a kidnapping,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:29:02</strong>
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				The moment the words had left Basil's lips, Leon pulled the car over, slammed the door controls to keep all the doors shut, then leaned over into the back and plucked the phone from Basil's hands. <br><br>"Don't you ever pull that shit again," he said, voice low and eyes dark. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil nearly fell out of his seat when the car came to a sudden, jarring halt, and he tried to press himself far back against the seat when Leon turned to him, wrenching away the phone.&nbsp; He swallowed hard, frightened, but did his best not to let the other man hear it,<br><br>"<em>Or what</em>?" he asked, his voice sharp, firm, even though his hands were shaking as he dug them into the seat, "You'll hit me?&nbsp; Torture me?&nbsp; Make me pay for my insolence? What are you going to do if I try again, <em>Leon</em> - what have you done to earn my trust anyways?&nbsp; I don't even know you!"<br><br>He yanked at the door,<br><br>"Child locks!&nbsp; Really now!" he said, indignant, "Let me out of the bloody car."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon threw the phone onto the passenger seat beside his and continued driving. He did not look at Basil, but he could understand the other was frightened. <br><br>"No. I am not going to assault you or anything. Your father asked me to keep you safe, so I am doing that. I'd appreciate that you didn't try to call the cops on me again."<br><br>Basil was right though. Why the hell should he trust some generic issue army guy to keep him safe? But he had to. Because there was nothing else to do. Most likely it would just worse. Leon hoped he would not have to resort to violence or anything, because he did not get off on roughing up people smaller and weaker than he. <br><br>"I know that you don't want to trust me, but you'll have to." <br><br>He sped up a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 19:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil swallowed hard, his stomach continuing its unfortunate twisting,<br><br>"That's it then, be a good boy, stay in the car, and trust the man you've never met before?" Basil said, looking at the cell phone, now up beside Leon, adding drily, "You really have this thought out, it's such an intricate plan."<br><br>There was a stretch of silence, one that lasted for several long minutes, and then Basil spoke again, very quietly,<br><br>"You meant it when you said you kill people, didn't you?" he asked, suddenly more grateful for his sunglasses then ever, not wanting Leon to see precisely how frightened he was.&nbsp; He had always been taught to look strong, not to show what he was feeling inside - never let anyone know, but he hadn't really been educated on this sort of circumstance.&nbsp; He assumed it was supposed to be the same sort of 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 19:22:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, that's that. Stay in the car with the guy who kills people for hire. You're learning already."<br><br>He looked at Basil's face. Yeah, there was that teeny-weeny bit of fear in the kid's face. Leon did not fault him for it, even though it was a little annoying to have everyone be afraid of him. It was not exactly a good start to a journey that would most likely last for quite some time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 20:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil was silent then, considering his options; he thought about what he could do - there was no way of overpowering Leon, he had no illusions about that much.&nbsp; Chances of getting his phone back were slim as well, so the best he could do was wait until they pulled over or stopped somewhere - he just needed to get somewhere public, if that option ever came.<br><br>He sat looking out the window then, his sharp jaw clenched, full lips in a distinctly displeased shape; it was a quiet that stretched on well past an hour, as though the blonde had decided it was best not to converse with his captor - the last thing he needed was for the man to have any more details on him than he already did.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 21:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon made no effort to break the silence, he simply started the stereo and listened to some crappy Russian pop, which after an hour changed into Turkish pop, which simply meant that the words were in a different language and had more eastern sounds. He drove for another good two hours, until they were out of the city proper on a highway. There he continued for some time, until he got an urge for lunch and so he pulled over at a random diner. <br><br>He anticipated that Basil would try to make a run for it. <br><br>"We will have lunch now," he said, after turning down the music. He stopped the engine and got out of the car. Then asihe went to the other side and opened Basil's door, ready for the other to try and make a run for it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 22:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silence for two hours; both were too stubborn to try starting a conversation, and Basil had no interest in talking to Leon - he didn't argue when they pulled over at a diner, and found he wasn't surprised either when Leon stood by the door to make sure he didn't try to run.&nbsp; Instead, he quietly got out of the car, and shifted himself a few feet away from the other man, the sunglasses making his expression unreadable again.<br><br>They stepped into the diner; it was a place that was decorated in black, white, and red like an old style 50s diner, except that this one was dirty and happened to be filled with big men who, judging by the big rigs outside, were truckers.&nbsp; He sized them up; one or two looked like they had Leon in weight, but they wouldn't be faster than him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 22:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon kept his hands in his pockets and tried to look like he was not watching out for Basil who would most likely try to get the attention of some of the men or the pretty waitress. Well, then he would simply need to silence Basil and get out of there and make him understand that this was not the shit he wanted pulled on him. <br><br>They sat, and the waitress came to take their orders. Leon got himself a steak and a beer, then looked across the table at Basil. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 22:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As it turned out, Basil never had to try terribly hard to catch anyone's attention; with his delicate structure, white blonde hair, and colourless, flawless complexion, he stood out in any crowd.&nbsp; A few men around the diner did double takes, and returned to staring at their meals as they realized Basil was, in fact, of the male variety - just the very pretty male variety.&nbsp; <br><br>The waitress was a young, heavy set girl with a great big smile and a high-pitched, breathy voice that sounded like it was from a cartoon; according to her nametag, her name was Bianca and she was super-happy to serve them today.&nbsp; Basil ordered a sandwich, and, surprisingly, a beer - he felt as though he deserved a little alcohol for this anyways,<br><br>"I should order about seven of them, it might make this whole thing a great deal easier," Basil said darkly, removing his sunglasses now that they were indoors, revealing the brightest blues that genetics had to offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 22:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, please. Don't even try to tell you can drink seven before getting drunk," Leon said quietly.<br><br>He leaned back, twiddled his thumbs, occasionally stared out of the window and thought that Basil pretty eyes. If he only were not so snotty. Or trying to hide behind it. Leon had heard the fear, and he was experienced enough to read it out of Basil's body language as well. <br><br>The food arrived pretty quickly and Leon dug in right away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I wouldn't be drunk," Basil replied smartly, "I'd be unconscious, possibly dead, which would make this more enjoyable.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'm not trying to challenge your drinking skills, Mr. Testosterone."<br><br>He looked off towards the bar, eyeing the beefy truckers; when the food arrived, he looked at Leon,<br><br>"So which one do you think could kick your ass?" he asked, knowing that Leon would be able to guess he had been thinking about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:09:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Those here?" Leon asked with a sort of an incredulous look. What did the kid take him for? <br><br>"Well, if they tried to make a really big puppy pile on me, it could work. Maybe. But I don't think you really want to scream at them for help. We don't need to make this more awkward than it is already." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:14:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lifted his shoulders in a shrug,<br><br>"Worth a shot," he said, and then leaned in, just a little, "So tell me, how could we make this more awkward then it aleady is?&nbsp; Really - watching a bunch of truckers dog pile on you would be worth it, even if it didn't get me away, it would bring you down a little.&nbsp; I know you think I'm just the spoiled kid of Devon Maestro and maybe that's true, but you really aren't on the pedestal you seem to think, you're currently a felon, because you're holding me against my will.&nbsp; For some reason, you seem to think I should just go along with it."<br><br>He cocked his head to the side then,<br><br>"Really, it doesn't get much more awkward than this."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon grunted noncommittally. Why the hell should he care if the kid hated him or not? Or thought that he was simply some killer and nothing more? He'd gotten it all his life. The kid knew nothing about him. And would most likely never know. He vaguely toyed with the idea of telling Basil to get the hell out and fend for himself. But then he would need to haul him back if the young man did actually decide to go out on his own.<br><br>He also leaned forward, until they were quite close. <br><br>"There are people out to hurt you. Your father trusts me to make sure this does not happen. You can fight all you want against me, get us in trouble and these people on our tails, if you like. But you're not going away. Simple as that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil raised his eyebrows when Leon leaned in, leaving only a small amount of space between them, and he searched the other man's eyes for a long moment then, watching as that darkness appeared in them again - he had good reason to doubt and fear Leon, but despite all of it, he felt that shiver run down his spine again.&nbsp; <br><br>"You know," Basil said conversationally, "I'm supposed to be frightened for my life right now, and I don't trust you as far as I can throw you - but that thing with your eyes is very sexy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon snorted. <br><br>"So the G.I. Joe is after all good enough for you? Let's get out of here. If you don't try to run away, I might let you choose the radio station and give you the phone back."<br><br>It was as much of a concession as he was willing to make. Then, other the hand, maybe he should not have suggested that Basil choose the music - the kid might make him listen to Justin Timberlake or something else as ridiculous. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 00:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The G.I. Joe just isn't as scary as he thinks he is," Basil said flatly, leaning back in his seat again, feeling oddly enlightened.&nbsp; He still didn't trust the other man - he had nothing to prove that this wasn't a set-up, that Leon wasn't going to fuck him over later, but until an opportunity appeared, he was going to have to deal with him.<br><br>Once they were finished, Basil slipped the sunglasses back on and stood from his seat, heading out of the diner and back to the car; he hesitated at the door - there would be other opportunities, ones where he was less likely to have his ass handed to him by the bigger man.&nbsp; He would wait until he had the chance, no sense in making a worthless go of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 00:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon only blinked and said nothing. He still was not going to trust Basil not to run away. <br><br>He started up the engine, and pulled out again. For a moment he looked at the phone laying there on the seat. Well, he had promised, hadn't he? So he tossed the phone back to Basil.<br><br>"If you try the 911 deal on me again, I'll break it. So that you know," he said. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 00:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil eyed the phone as it was tossed to him, and for a long moment he just sat there, wondering what he should do - he had no doubt that Leon would live up to the promise, so he had to utilize the phone as best as he could right then.&nbsp; He did the only other reasonable thing left, and he called his father,<br><br>"Basil?" he asked, "What are you doing, calling me?"<br><br>A hesitation,<br><br>"I know you're busy, dad," Basil said, sounding like a chastised child for a moment, but then forcing himself onwards, "I want to know what's going on."<br><br>There was a long silence on Basil's end, and the blonde pursed his lips,<br><br>"Uh huh." he said, "I see.&nbsp; Alright.&nbsp; Goodbye."<br><br>And when he hung up, he was silent, looking out the window again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 00:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From Basil's face and tone Leon could understand that Damon had told his son the truth. Maybe it would stop Basil from trying to run away. Maybe. He himself picked up his own phone and fiddled around with it as he drove, finding out which would be likely places to stop in. He found a small motel, not far from a town. But in itself, anonymous motels were better. Basil would most likely complain, but Basil could complain all he wanted. <br><br>Sick of the silence, Leon found himself some rock on the radio and listened. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 11:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So that was it, then; his father had told him - and it had been exactly what Leon had said.&nbsp; A group of influential, violent, angry men were after his father, and they were the sort who took pleasure in torturing the family and friends of their target - given that Damon had been very careful not to make friends, and kept his family distant at all times, it only left Basil.&nbsp; His father hadn't given the exact details of what the men had said they were going to do, but he suspected it was also very much like what Leon had said.<br><br>Basil didn't ask how long this would last; he knew his father had no idea.<br><br>He also didn't ask what they wanted from his father, because he realized that right then, he just didn't want to know.<br><br>"What now, then?" Basil asked finally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 11:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're going to stop soon, when it gets dark. Get a room and get some sleep." <br><br>Leon was not however exactly sure whether Basil had meant the current future or the far future, but he himself had no idea either. He just hoped it did not really show through his voice. In a way he felt bad, since he wasn't very keen on making the kid hate him, but it was not like he knew how to deal with spoiled and sarcastic young men. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 11:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil hadn't been entirely sure if he meant presently or the future either, but he found he suddenly didn't want to think too hard about the future, because it could mean a life on the run for some time - at least until the chaos died down, or the men after his father were - satisfied.&nbsp; He wasn't entirely sure it was a possibility though, because the sort of people willing to torture someone's kid weren't generally the sort who were satisfied by much of anything, save for sheer brutality.<br><br>Night was coming fast at that point, and that evening was a full moon; it was appropriately ambient as they pulled into a slightly rundown looking motel, the kind that had heart shaped bathtubs and desk clerks who winked and nudged you.&nbsp; <br><br>Basil took out the bag he would need for the night and headed inside; predictably, there were multiple vacancies and the skinny man behind the counter wore his hair slicked across his head in a poor attempt to hide the fact he was balding, and he gave a filthy grin when he looked at Leon, and an even filthier one when he saw Basil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 11:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon also took one of his bags along, and made sure to lock the car properly. He stopped for a brief moment before they entered and looked around. Well, okay then. The inside was not prettier either, and the receptionist almost leered at Basil. <br><br>"We'd like a room," he said, got the keys from the guy, paid in cash and took off. <br><br>The room was not very big, and most predictably it had only one bed. But at least it had a couch as well. Even if it looked like a nest of rats had lived there. Wonderful. At least one could take a shower here. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 11:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll try to make it a five-star next time," Leon muttered, as if he were sorry. He put his duffel on the bed, grabbed a few things from it and then went to take a shower. Now he had a bit of time to think, without Basil being right here with all of his snarkiness. It might have been amusing, but Leon was not really looking to months of being treated like that. And it was not like he could go off and get a fuck either, no, he would have to stay with the kid. <br><br>It should be safe now, he had locked the door and he was sharp enough to hear if something out of the ordinary was happening. Luckily nothing did, and a quarter hour later he wandered back into the living room, somewhat dressed but still wet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 12:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite there being two men having sex in the TV, Leon looked at Basil first and did not really mind what he saw. Damon would most likely kill him if he ever found out his old army-mate had been thinking dirty thoughts about his only son, but it was not as if he would ever find out, would he now? <br><br>"Oh come on," he said, flopping onto the side that was still free and rested his head on his hands. "I thought you would rather watch cartoons." <br><br>Mmm. He would not have really said no to a little nibble of the neck, or just plain having his hands all over that nice body without getting them slapped away. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 12:17:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not the type of guy who watches," Leon said. "I'd rather make my own."<br><br>He looked amused. And quite possibly like he wanted to devour Basil in an instant. Two could play at this game. And it was only Leon who knew that he would not do anything against someone's will. Let the little bastard stew in it for a while. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 12:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Believe me, I don't need any invigorating, like you put it," Leon replied, shifting so that they were face to face now. It would be so easy to reach out and touch. Nah. He'd keep his hands off and simply tease Basil. <br><br>The air between seemed to crackle with tension, as Leon looked at Basil. He hadn't gotten any good for such a long time. Damn it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 12:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon almost groaned when Basil drew away. Little cocktease. <br><br>He sighed and turned the TV off, then figured he could go to sleep. Only that he did not feel tired. What the hell, then. He figured he could read something. So he got undressed, mostly, and began reading. There was only one blanket, so they would have to share. Wonderful. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 13:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon raised his eyes briefly when he saw Basil come out, but then rested them again on the book. He was a little bit too knackered to appreciate Saadi's still correct perceptions about the human race, but he tried at least. <br><br>He kept still, when he felt Basil touch him. And no, that had definitely not been accidental. Was the kid trying to make him flip out? Most likely. He did not really figure that a type like Basil would actually find him attractive. No, just keep poking at the weird guy with the gun and the car keys. Real smart. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 13:22:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liked playing with fire, didn't he now? <br><br>What the hell. <br><br>Leon slipped his left hand under the blanket and grabbed himself some nice pale thigh, eyes still on the book, but by now he definitely was not engaged in the text anymore. And why should he have been, if the skin under his fingers was so deliciously soft? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 13:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damn, that felt good. And the fact that Leon felt good was quite obvious to Basil as well, once he had found that certain place. <br><br>He put away his book and then simply kissed Basil, hot and intense and demanding. He figured he would get smacked for it, but right now he did not give much of a damn about it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 13:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh hell yeah, Leon thought to himself, as he ran his hands all over Basil's body. One of his hands eventually ended up in the young man's blond hair, while the other trailed down Basil's back, eventually cupping his ass. <br><br>Now he did not mind the snarkiness at all, he simply reveled in the wonderful sensation of having another human being so close to him, skin to skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 13:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, fuck. Leon had almost forgotten that it could feel so damn good. Basil gripped him just right, the way he liked it and holy damn, if he was that good with his mouth, what would a blowjob feel like? He let out a moan, and held onto Basil even harder, almost bruising. Damon would so kill him, but it was not like Basil was minding it. Not at all. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 14:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon growled happily, and retaliated by starting to stroke Basil as well. While his touch was rougher, he did know what to do and so set a ruthless pace, determined to get Basil off. He was currently content to let Basil also do what he wanted, contrary to usually leading. <br><br>The spots on his neck felt like they had a direct connection to his cock, since every little bite and kiss sent a jolt pleasure down into his groin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 16:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh hell, he was definitely not going to protest, Leon thought, as he felt Basil slithering downwards. He let go of Basil at first, but then grabbed onto his shoulders, kneading them, feeling the soft flesh under his fingers. Felt so damn good and he found himself almost shuddering in anticipation as to what about to come. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 17:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon really had not expected for his day to end like this, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He saw Basil's surprised expression and it made him chuckle. Not the first time that had happened. He caressed Basil's hair, in a way one could have called encouraging. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 17:33:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're good," Leon whispered lowly, hand now caressing the back of Basil's neck, feeling the soft hair and skin both. "So damn good." <br><br>He wanted him now, and even more than that. Much more. He wanted to have him, and Damon could go fuck himself for all he cared. He would regret it in the morning, but he wanted more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 17:39:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just don't stop," Leon whispered, and moaned even louder. He could not resist moving his hips forward, instinctively wanting to get more of that heat around him. He did not want to hurt Basil though, and that was why he still held himself back a little. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 17:53:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't want to stop," Leon said, eyes glittering darkly. "You really don't want to stop, do you."<br><br>His hand was still on Basil's neck, and he pushed the young man a little. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 18:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would be so easy just to push himself inside that mouth and take what he wanted, but he was not sure of the reaction he would get. Leon shivered a bit under those kisses, still terribly hard and wanting. <br><br>"Because then I'd have to take what I want," he replied. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 18:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you to suck my cock," Leon said. "Properly." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 18:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It did not take long for Leon to reach his climax with the way Basil had been working him, and he erupted with a long low groan. Pleasure washed all over him, his fingers twisting in Basil's hair and toes curling. <br><br>Finally he went limp, boneless and satisfied. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 19:06:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Happy now?" Leon asked, smirking. It was a rather silly question, since it was quite obvious that they both were satisfied about what had happened just now. <br><br>He had this sudden urge to pull Basil into his arms, but that was cuddling. And he was not really sure whether Basil would want that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 20:33:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Isn't that nice," Leon spoke quietly. He wanted to reach out and touch Basil, to make him lose control as well, but he did not know if it was welcome. He was tired, but it was a pleasant kind of tiredness, a languour that would have been perfect for a lazy day of staying in bed. <br><br>He had never been a coward however, maybe only back when he had been young, and that was why he came closer, and trailed his hand over Basil's back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 23:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, he seemed to like, Leon understood. So he caressed Basil a bit more, not only down the spine, but the rest as well, enjoying the sensation of soft skin under his fingers. He was silent, and looked like he was completely focued on what he was doing at the moment. He usually did not get to do this with anyone. Usually it was more like get in and get out when the deed's done, no lazing around afterwards. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 23:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Basil's ministrations made Leon sigh again, as he worked his own hand upwards, so that he could touch Basil's hair, which was as soft as his skin, only in a different manner. He himself must have felt so coarse for the young man. His body was still hot, nevermind that he definitely was not going to be able to get it up so quick after such a wonderful blowjob, and he wanted more contact, so he tried to draw Basil closer. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 00:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon made an appreciative sound at the back of his throat, then kissed Basil again. His kiss was forceful, almost brutal, he claimed Basil's mouth and took what he wanted, And what he wanted was more taste, more of that feel, more everything. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 00:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon found himself hardening again, the way Basil looked like apparently making his anatomy defy the usual order of things. He found he did not really mind, though it was quite hard to hold himself back and not to try to have what he wanted. And what he wanted, was to bury himself inside that ass and fuck Basil through the mattress. <br><br>"Touch all you want," Leon replied, almost tenderly. <br><br>He made more noises, some moans and some growls, while his own hands groped at Basil's thighs. He didn't think he was particularly good at giving anyone pleasure, but as he heard no complaints, he did not make a big matter of it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 01:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon actually laughed at that, so that Basil could feel the tremors go through his partner's body. <br><br>"Can keep on going all night," he replied, amusement mixed with harshness, as he flipped Basil onto his back, taking care not to hurt either of them. He nuzzled Basil's neck, then nibbled at the pretty curve, licked and sucked until a purplish mark formed, enjoying the taste of skin, and the smells. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 01:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah," Leon answered, having stopped for a moment. He was a big shadow looming over Basil, all tanned skin and slightly feral eyes. With almost animal hunger, he kissed Basil's neck, this time on the other side. He tried not to rest his entire weight on Basil, because he most likely would have suffocated him. And he really did not want that. His hands were on Basil's chest, thumbs flicking over pale nipples. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 01:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon did not refuse the kiss, but he was not as aggressive as he had been before, instead wanting to explore Basil's mouth thoroughly. His hands slid downward, to brush over Basil's hips and to grab his ass. Their cocks brushed together once, and only moments later did Leon grind himself against Basil, feeling the fire inside him grow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 01:42:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Get them off," Leon said finally, and looked pointedly downwards. <br><br>He did not really know what he was doing, and that made it quite new to him. He definitely was not minding, though. Not at all. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 18:58:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon made a satisfied noise and took Basil in hand, running his fingers over the pale length. He kissed him once more, hungry and wanting. His touch was strong and rougher than Basil might have been used to, but he knew what to do and so he set to getting Basil off as quickly as possible. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 22:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon laughed lowly, amused. <br><br>"I doubt that you will find me protesting your attentions," he replied in turn, fingers still around Basil and stroking. He had a smile on his face, and this time it was not as much of a smirk as it had been before. Right now, life was not as bad as it had sounded. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Contracts (SevenxStalker)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 16:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I kill better," the older man replied simply, at the same time teasing Leon's cock with his ministrations. Then again, it would be rather a novelty - get your sex and death for the same man. The joke was funny enough to make him chuckle, and so he did. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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