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Cobra: The Vigilante

Episode One


Nicholas Bella


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Copyright © 2016 by Nicholas Bella

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I was sitting in the back of a limousine with this asshole in an expensive suit kissing my neck and groping my tits, which I hated. Mainly, because I hated having tits. As the macho man and power top asskicker that I was, I loathed having to transform into a woman to complete a mission. But my target was straight and I needed to get personal with him in order to get access to his laptop, which was located at the hotel he was staying at. Unfortunately, my contractor didn’t give me that location or any time to do reconnaissance. So here I was, trying to implement my last-minute plan to seduce and infiltrate. I hated working under those conditions.

“God, you’re fucking sexy as hell, you know that?” he asked as he grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in for another sloppy, wet kiss. I held my breath, because his breath smelled like fucking garlic and onions, and believe you me, that was the least offensive thing about him. There was just something about his personality that rubbed me the wrong way. Some people have that “I’m a son-of-a-bitch-extraordinaire” vibe to them.

“We should wait until we get back to your hotel,” I said, hoping to buy myself some time. We had just climbed into the damn car and he was already all over me. I made sure that I was wearing the right outfit so that he’d take the bait. And take it, he did. Never knew a straight man who could resist a great tits and ass combination. He wasn’t my type, not in the least; and even if he was, I couldn’t get comfortable making out with a hot dude while I looked like a woman.

“Why wait?” Mr. Henley asked me as he slid his hand between my thighs.

“Because I don’t want to do it in front of them.” I nodded at his bodyguards, who were no doubt enjoying the show, if the one guard groping his hard cock was any clue.

“They like to watch and I like to put on shows. Now let Daddy take care of you. I bet you’re a real naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked. “Daddy is going to christen this hot body of yours with my hot piss when we get back to the hotel.”

I swear, I almost puked on him. Golden showers were not something I indulged in. But I had agreed to do whatever he wanted in order to get into his car. But if he thought calling himself Daddy made me his little girl, he had another fucking thing coming. I never went for that Daddy shit. My real dad was a deadbeat son of a whore…literally, that wasn’t an insult. Grandma was a whore and so was my mom. That was how he met my mom. I didn’t knock her for it. She made an honest living out of it. But we had a hard life, especially since he abandoned my mom and me while I was still in the womb, so fuck him.

Let’s just say Daddy kink didn’t turn me on, but I played along by talking the talk for the sake of completing my mission. It wasn’t going to be easy though, not with the slimy bastard thinking he was entitled to the role. I looked up at his two bodyguards; each one was wearing a smirk on his face. I guess they were very used to their boss letting loose in front of them. Made me wonder what else they did together.

“Yeah, Daddy is going to bend you over my knee and spank that fine ass of yours good until it’s as red as a strawberry,” Mr. Henley stated with a lecherous smile. He slid his hand up my thigh and I felt his fingers graze my twat, and that was when I reached down and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any further.

“I don’t feel comfortable w—”

He grabbed me by my chin with his other hand, cutting my protest off. “I’m paying your stupid whore ass good money to do exactly what I say. Don’t act shy now, bitch.”

Technically, he hadn’t paid me yet… but I gave him some random amount for the night because it didn’t matter. I was with him for one thing only… what my employer was paying me for.

“So, where’s your hotel?” I asked nicely. It was the second time I had asked since I’d met him in the lounge. He was being tight-lipped for some reason.

“Stop asking me about the fucking hotel!” he snapped. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there soon. For now, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours,” he growled, then he tried to force his hand between my legs, but my grip on his wrist didn’t budge, which seemed to frustrate him. “You’re strong for a sweet thing.”

“I work out,” I responded.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“I’m very flexible, wanna find out just how much?”

“Yeah, baby. Give me a treat,” he said, though he didn’t pull his hand away from between my legs.

Okay, that did it. I was about to ruin their fucking plans. I didn’t want to do this the hard way, but they weren’t giving me a choice. I wasn’t going to kill him, not that I would have minded, but my contractor hadn’t hired me for a murder job. They had been very specific about that. I slipped my arms around his shoulders and reared my head back, slamming my forehead against his, knocking him unconscious instantly. I felt the pain of that blow on my own forehead, but it faded quickly. His bodyguards took a split second to get their shit together once they realized their boss wasn’t going to get lucky. They leaped over toward me, hands out to restrain me, but I dodged them, letting the first guard fall into the empty spot where I had been sitting. I punched his partner with a nice left hook, knocking him out. He fell hard against the bar then landed on the floor. The other guard pulled out a 9mm, aiming it at me, fully cocked.

“Don’t fucking move, bitch,” he snarled.

I tsked. “Now, watch your mouth. Didn’t your mother ever tell you to treat a lady with respect?”

“You ain’t no fucking lady.”

Okay, so he had me there.

“As a matter of fact, my mom told me not to trust sneaky cunts like you. Now, you’re going to tell me who you work for,” he demanded, keeping his gun trained on me. I didn’t really care about getting shot… the bullet wouldn’t kill me. It would hurt, but it would never penetrate my skin. However, I needed to keep their boss alive if I was going to get what I had come for, so that meant I needed to reel it back, waaay back. Best I played it smooth from here on, since I thought I may have played my hand a little too soon. I just couldn’t tolerate having to sex it up with a dude while I was in a female form, but I’d almost blown my mission with that stunt. Shit.

“Bitch, tell me now or I’ll shoot you in your fucking pussy,” he threatened.

I know I had no intentions of killing anyone, but that dude was kind of asking for it. “I don’t work for anyone, I just got tired of your disgusting boss pawing all over me.”

He sneered. “Is that so? What? A dirty whore like you thinks you’re too good for a rich business man like my boss?”

“Yes,” I said with a straight face. Hey, my mom was a proud whore and never even once brought a john home in front of me.

“We’re going to go back to the hotel and have some real fun, the four of us. Best believe me, bitch, you’re going to tell me who you’re working for.”

Out of the powers that I did have, I wished mind control was one of them. It would have made my life so much easier. “Fine. I’ll tell you if you lower your gun.”

“Fuck that. You’ll tell me or I’ll put a bullet in one of your tits, how about that?”

“Well, I suppose it’s a better target than my pussy.”

“Oh, you’ve got jokes. I want to see how funny you think you are when I’m ramming a hot poker up your cunt.”

Now, that was just uncalled for. “Then shoot me,” I challenged. I prepared myself for the scenario in case he took me up on it.

He huffed. “Not until I get the information I want.”

Okay, I was still on the original plan route. Mission salvaged.

He nudged his partner with his foot, trying to wake him up, but he kept his eyes on me. I could have charged him, but I might have ended up getting shot in the process. I hated getting shot. Shit hurt like a motherfucker, like taking a bullet while wearing a bullet proof vest. Perhaps I would let them take me to their hotel and then I would let loose on their asses. It was my plan to begin with before their boss got too personal with his hands.

I sat back, crossing my legs in an attempt to look as unthreatening as possible. As far as they knew, I was just some little sexy vixen with a hard head and a nice left hook. They had no idea that I was a man with the ability to change my appearance. I also had super strength, invincible skin, and super-fast healing abilities. I’d used these abilities to right the wrongs for people who couldn’t do it for themselves…for a price. A motherfucker had to eat, damn it.

Jordan had tried on several occasions to try to put me on the path of people like Crimson Fury. But that noble superhero bullshit wasn’t for me. I wasn’t going to be your friendly neighborhood anything. Oh yeah, we had real life superheroes in the world. I wasn’t the only one with extraordinary abilities. How many of us were out there, I had no idea, and I didn’t give a shit.

The bodyguard on the ground stirred, then finally started to come to. He groaned and rubbed his sore jaw.

“About time you woke the fuck up,” his partner said.

The one I’d knocked out looked up at me. “You’re tougher than you look, that’s for sure.”

I gave him a sweet smile. “Maybe your jaw is weaker than you thought.”

He snorted and climbed back onto the seat next to me. “I’m going to have a fun time getting to know you better.”

“You’re going to have to take a number,” I remarked.

He laughed. “Spunky, I like that. You’re going to tell me everything we need to know about you.”

“How do you know your partner didn’t already bleed me for info?” I asked, playing coy.

“Because you’re still alive, that’s why. See, we’re going to get your sweet ass back to our hotel where all of our toys are. By the time we’re done with you, there won’t be enough of you left to fill a Ziploc sandwich bag. I’m going to slice and dice your ass like a julienne salad.”

I turned to face him. “You say such sexy things.”

He punched me hard enough that I felt the slight sting of his blow. I grunted a little louder than I needed to and played it off like it hurt worse than it did to keep up appearances.

“That’s for earlier, bitch,” he growled.

The limousine pulled to a stop in front of what I assumed was the hotel.

“Wake the boss up,” the one with the gun told the other goon.

The bodyguard that had just right hooked me maneuvered his way past me towards his boss and began to wake him up. It took a few seconds, but their boss started to moan as he regained consciousness. He sat up slowly, rubbing his forehead where there was a slight bruise forming.

“Fucking bitch knocked me out cold,” he grumbled as the door opened and the driver stood by, waiting for us to exit.

“We got her ass under control, Boss,” the guard with the gun said as he lowered it.

“Not quite,” Mr. Henley added. “Oliver, left pocket.”

The guard who punched me reached into his boss’ left pocket, pulling out a vial.

“Make her ass swallow that. I don’t want her making a scene,” Mr. Henley instructed.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Just a little something to calm you down and make you play nice,” Mr. Henley stated.

I guessed that son of a bitch was planning on using that on me if I wasn’t compliant sexually. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed all of my faculties, but they wouldn’t trust me not to try to break free once we left the limousine. Drugs didn’t stay in my system long because of my super healing, but I didn’t like the idea of being under the influence of some mysterious bullshit ass drug nonetheless. It was probably GHB or RubyBlue. Both would leave me a little out of it for a short while.

“I won’t cause a scene,” I said, hoping to convince them drugging me was unnecessary.

“I’m not taking any chances with you,” Oliver said as he grabbed my chin. I let him force my mouth open and pour the contents of the bottle down my throat. Ahhhh, the risks I took for the cash I was owed.

As I felt the sensation of the drug working its way into my system, a part of me was thinking maybe I should have just let the motherfucker eat me out. Would have caused me less of a headache. I was grabbed by my arms and pulled from the car, but once I was outside with the cool breeze blowing against my skin, some of the effects of the drug started to fade. Still, my legs weren’t my own even though I seemed to be walking with them of my own volition. Yeah, that had been good shit they had given me. I wondered just how many women that sleaze bag drugged in order to get them into bed.

Once we were in the elevator, that asshole started sliding his hands between my legs as he grinned in my face. “You’re going to give me this pussy now, ain’t cha? All of that fight is out of you. And after I’m done using you, I’m going to let my boys have their way with you. How do you like that, you fucking slut?”

“Y—you’re… you’re going… to…re—regret…” I lost my train of thought.

“No, baby, you’re the one that’s going to regret fucking with me,” Mr. Henley sneered.

The doors opened, and as I walked toward their hotel room with its double doors, a little bit more of the drug started to leave my system. They opened the door and took me into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. My clothes were cut and ripped from my body and I allowed them to do that even as I started to feel more like myself. I needed them to think they were in full control.

“Leave us,” Mr. Henley ordered. “I’ll call you boys when I’m done.”

“Yes, Boss,” they said, then left.

I watched as the scumbag started undoing his tie. He removed his jacket, shirt, and pants, revealing a slim but out of shape physique.

“How are you feeling over there? You’re looking kind of sweaty, but I don’t mind that.” He smiled as he removed his underwear. His cock was a nice size. I was actually expecting it to be smaller. Regardless, I would be damned if he was putting that thing inside of me. “I gave you the good shit. A vial of that will have a bitch like you out of commission for a few hours.”

I moaned a little as the last effects of the drug left my body through my pores.

“Time to have some fun with you. I’ve been waiting to fuck that pretty pussy of yours since you walked into the lounge, and I won’t be denied. Unfortunately, I will have to file a complaint with the agency about how disrespectful you’ve been,” he taunted. “But only after me and my boys are done fucking you. You’re going to tell us who you work for, cause you ain’t no whore. But I’m going to treat you like one right now.”

He climbed on top of me and I locked my legs around his waist, taking him by surprise.


I slapped my hand over his mouth, cutting off his call for help. His eyes were bulging from their sockets as his mind struggled to comprehend why the drug he had given me wasn’t working. He was afraid and that was just how I wanted him.

“I could crush you like a fucking grape right now and not think twice about it. I suggest you don’t make any sudden movements or loud noises, understand?” I warned him.

He nodded. The fear and confusion in his expression let me know I had him right where I wanted him. He was a coward, nothing special, and with his guards in a different room, he felt vulnerable.

“Good. Now, you’re going to tell me where I can find your laptop and you’re going to give me your password. If not, I can make this very painful for you.” I squeezed my thighs around him and he cried out in pain as his bones ground together. The sound of his wails were nicely muffled by my hand. “Now, are you going to play nice?”

He nodded.

“First question. Where’s your laptop?” I asked, then I removed my hand from his mouth.


I clamped my hand back over his mouth before he could really get his cry for help out. God, this would have been so much easier if I could just kill these bastards, but my employers were all “life matters” with me. As far as I was concerned, whose life mattered was up for debate. But if I killed these guys, I’d negate my pay and that shit wasn’t about to happen. I needed my pockets lined and Jordan would totally chew me out for blowing an easy deal.

Well, since this son of a bitch couldn’t be trusted, or maybe he just didn’t think I was a threat, I was going to have to prove what a “naughty girl” I was. I added a little more pressure to my thighs and he screamed. When I felt one of his ribs snap and heard it, I hoped I’d gained some credibility in his eyes that I would fuck him up if he didn’t cooperate. He was struggling in my grip, trying his best to break free, but his weak human body wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you ready to behave and do as I say?” I asked.

Tears flowed from his red-rimmed eyes and I wanted to break another rib because he was being a bitch. I hated people like him. All big and bad when they thought they had the upper hand. Well, now the ball was in my court and I didn’t have any qualms about playing dirty.

“Where’s your fucking laptop?” I asked.

“You’re going to have to fucking kill me before I tell you anything, you freak ass cunt!”

“Oh, now that’s not nice language at all. Should I rip out your teeth one by one? I won’t even need pliers. Wanna see?” I gripped his chin, forcing his mouth to stay open, then grabbed one of his crooked teeth and started to pull. His eyes watered and he started making more noise, so I snatched that little fucker out of his mouth, then flipped him over so he was on his back. I put a pillow over his face to muffle the pathetic sound of his wailing.

There was a knock at the door. “Boss, are you all right?”

Shit, should I let them in and take them out… or make this as stealth as possible? It wasn’t like I could have trusted this bastard to not cry for help. Best I took them out.

“Boss?” the guard called out again. When he didn’t get an answer, he replied. “I’m coming in.”

I hopped off the bed and met him at the door, grabbing his hand that held his gun out in front of him. That was a rookie mistake for this exact reason. It gave your opponent a chance to unarm you, which was what I did when I crushed his wrist. He screamed, alerting his partner. I kneed him in the guts, then gave him an uppercut to his jaw, knocking him unconscious. His partner shot at me and I ducked, but caught a bullet from his boss who was now shooting at me from across the bed.

The son of a bitch must have had a pistol in the room somewhere. I stood up and leaped across the bed, landing in front of Mr. Henley. I took another bullet to my thigh, fucker hurt like hell and I cried out, but that hadn’t stopped me from grabbing his hand and squeezing it until his bones cracked around the pistol.

“Ahhhhh!” he yelled, then I pulled him in front of me, using the bastard as a shield.

“Drop the gun,” I told his guard, “or he dies.”

“What the fuck are you?” the guard asked.

“Something you can’t defeat, so play nice or you’ll really piss me off,” I stated. “Now, drop your fucking gun.” Thankfully, the bruises I’d had on my skin from the two bullets I took were all gone, as was the pain.

“Do it,” Mr. Henley ordered and the guard obeyed.

“Good,” I said, then threw the gun I held, striking the guard on the right side of his forehead, knocking him out. Yeah, that was going to leave a mark.

I turned Mr. Henley around so he was facing me. He was grimacing in pain and breathing hard. Blood poured from his mouth where his tooth had once been. I was pretty proud of my handiwork.

“You are going to listen to me, you lowlife motherfucker. As you saw, I rendered your two guards useless in a matter of seconds. I also have no problem plucking every single one of your jagged ass teeth out of your mouth. Then I might start on your nails, seeing as I’m very skilled at breaking people with clever torture methods. But I’d rather not go to that extent. You stole something that doesn’t belong to you and I’m here to take it back. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either way, I’m not leaving until my mission is complete. So, what’s it going to be?”

“Who are you?”

“Who I am doesn’t matter. All you need to concern yourself with is what I’m going to do to you if you piss me off. So, easy or hard?”

“If I give you access to my laptop, I’ll lose everything,” he argued. “I have a lot of money riding on this deal.”

“So the fuck what? It was never yours to gain from anyway. Do you think I give a shit about your sob story?”

“I’ll double what they are paying you if you leave now,” he offered.

Okay, that was a tempting offer. “How much?”

“Ten thousand.”

“More like fifty,” I said. Actually, we were getting twenty, but I was charging him an extra ten for the hassle.

“I don’t have that much on me right now, but—”

“Then we don’t have a deal,” I snapped.

He growled at me. “I will hunt you down and kill you slowly,” he threatened. Of course, I’d heard such threats before. I wasn’t impressed.

“I wonder how you’ll be able to tell anyone to hunt me down if I cut out your tongue, cut off your hands, gouge out your eyes, and rip off your ears. You know, you can survive without all of those appendages and parts. Wanna see?”

“NO!” he gasped as he shook with a mixture of fear and rage.

Where is it?”

He nodded toward the wall and I looked to see it was blank. “It’s there?”

“Secret panel. Dial nine, seven, three, eight on the phone without picking up the receiver, then hit the red ‘hold’ button,” the jerk said.

“This better not be some kind of a trap, because that would give me real trust issues and I’ve been hurt in the past,” I taunted.

“It’s not a trap, bitch. Just take it and leave me the fuck alone,” he growled.

“Good.” I slammed my head into his, knocking him out cold and breaking his nose in the process. Win-win. I let him drop to the floor, then I stood up and walked to the phone. I punched the code into the phone, then hit the red button. The secret panel slid back, revealing a safe. Shit. He hadn’t mentioned there was a safe behind the panel. I examined it to see if maybe I could just rip the door off. There was no handle and this was one of those new-fangled, high-tech ones that not only needed a code, but also an eye scan. I turned, looking at Mr. Asshole, and sighed. I reached into my thigh-high boot and pulled out my switch blade.

I leaned over him and used one hand to prop his left eye… oh shit, which eye did I need, left or right? Great, just great. I went into the bathroom, filling one of the glasses with water, then returned to him. I threw the ice cold water in his face and he woke up, sputtering and spitting in shock.

“Open the safe,” I demanded. I was starting to get extremely pissed that this job was making me work this damn hard.

“You’re robbing me, figure it out,” he snarled.

“Look, motherfucker, today can still be your lucky day. I’m trying to let you keep both of your eyes. This damn thing needs to scan your eye. Now, I can cut them out of your skull or you can just do it yourself,” I said, giving him my ultimatum. I swear, if my employer hadn’t been so adamant about the use of very little torture, I would have been done with this shit by now. They made sure they tied my hands. I normally didn’t work for people who made this many demands on my services. Whoever had hired me must have been some tree-loving, Buddhist hippies that thought even a blade of grass deserved respect.

“Come on, asshole. Open it,” I commanded.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, then rose off the bed, wincing in pain as he moved due to his broken rib. He held his wrist close to his side, as the bones in his right hand were completely shattered. He walked gingerly over to the safe and I stayed close, watching him punch in another series of numbers, then he leaned forward to let the eye scanner confirm his retinas—both of them. When I heard the lock release, I sucker punched the son of a bitch, knocking him back into dreamland. I might have given him a concussion with that one. Oh well. I opened the safe and removed his laptop. I turned it on, pulled the little flash drive from my boot, and slipped it into the slot.

Now, according to my employers, I didn’t have to do anything else beyond that point. The flash drive would do all of the rest, I just had to wait. I hoped it wouldn’t take too much longer. I watched as the screen showed a series of numbers and files that looked like gibberish to me. Nerd shit wasn’t my forte, it was Jordan’s. Numbers and coding and syntax bullshit could literally give him a boner, I’d seen it happen. Of course, that worked out for me because I fucked his brains out when it happened. I loved fucking Jordan’s sexy, nerdy ass.

Okay, now there was a bar on the screen and it was at seventy percent. I waited a few more minutes, not like I had a choice. When it finally reached one-hundred percent, I snatched the little drive out of the slot and shoved it back into my boot. I walked towards the door, stopping at one of the unconscious guards. I was buck ass naked except for my boots. I guess they wanted to fuck me while I was wearing them. Hey, I get it. They were hot boots. I hated having to be a woman, but these were my favorite pair of footwear because they were so comfortable.

I removed one of their jackets and put it on to cover up my nakedness. They were both taller and wider than I was as a man, so their clothes wouldn’t fit me, but a woman wearing a suit jacket and thigh-high boots would just look sexy to onlookers. I left the hotel room and, when I got outside, I hailed a cab and had him drop me off a mile from my humble abode. There were some lingering looks as I walked home. I wasn’t surprised. I’d picked the body of some hot playboy model from fifteen years ago for my disguise. Ah, finally, I was home. A gutted out, abandoned warehouse we could easily afford. It wasn’t much, but it was ours… for now.



“Did you get it?” asked my partner, Jordan, as I entered what he liked to call our operational hideout.

“Do you doubt me?” I walked over to his table, he was hunched over some new device he’d been working on even before I’d left to do the job over three hours ago. It looked like some sort of scanner thing, but hell if I knew what it really was. I placed the little flash drive on the table beside him and then walked toward the refrigerator to grab a cold one. I tilted it back to my lips and let the booze flow. Damn, it was good and I needed one after this dumb ass mission. At least it was paying sweet.

“You shouldn’t drink that fast,” Jordan called out. “You know you’re a lightweight.”

I swallowed what was in my mouth. “Yeah, but I’d only be drunk for a little while,” I replied. It was true. After I got my powers, my tolerance for booze dropped to an all-time low. At least I didn’t stay drunk long and never had to worry about hangovers.

He looked up from his device to pick up the drive, examining it as if it would look different from any other normal flash drive simply because it happened to contain some very important secrets one company really wanted to steal from another. While he looked over the thing, I stripped out of the jacket and boots, then transformed back into my own hot, male body. The transformation process always felt weird. Mainly because it hurt like hell and I wasn’t fond of having to do it. Feeling my bones stretching, breaking, and reforming to adapt to the new height and shape was always a pain in the ass. My indestructible skin was unaffected as it stretched or shrunk to whatever form I’d taken. It was just the bones adjusting that hurt like a son of a bitch.

“Ahhh fuck!” I groaned in pain, panting heavily while the final stages of my transformation completed and I was back in my own skin. I was Eric Cayden again. That sexy, six foot Adonis with the athletic toned physique that I worked hard to maintain. Green eyes, dark curly hair, strong jawline, cheekbones so perfectly shaped, and a beautiful nine-inch, cut cock. I also happened to be sporting a beard that Jordan begged me not to shave.

Yeah, I was fucking hot as shit, and if you wanted to call me arrogant, so be it. I knew I looked good. As for the morphing thing, the entire process for me to change took about one minute either way, but still… fuck that minute. Shit was a minute of agony and I rarely did it unless I had to. I preferred to transform into other men. That way, I didn’t have too much pain to endure, especially if the man I was turning into was the same height as I was.

I reached down between my legs. “Ahhh yeah, there you go, boys, so happy to see you again,” I said to myself as I fondled my junk. Jordan had a change of clothes waiting for me on the sofa, and on top of that were my eye glasses. During my mission, I wore my contacts. Yeah, with great power does not come great vision. I put on the jogging pants and t-shirt. Underwear wasn’t necessary. Sometimes I liked to let my boys breathe. I went into the bathroom and removed my contacts, putting them in their container, and slipped my glasses on. My one imperfection… or one of my biggest attractive attributes, depending on what turned you on.

“Can’t believe they were willing to pay us twenty-thousand dollars to reclaim this,” Jordan said.

“That’s because it’s worth more than that.” I plopped down in my favorite worn out chair and stretched my long legs out in front of me. The ass grooves in my chair fit me to a T, which was why I’d kept it even as we moved from one location to another despite Jordan’s protests. “You know what? For the amount of bullshit I had to endure tonight, I’m thinking we undercharged them.”

“Did you have any problems obtaining it?” Jordan asked me. “I noticed that you aren’t wearing the same outfit you left in.”

“Humph, I didn’t think you took your attention off your gadgets long enough to notice,” I teased.

“I always notice you,” he said as he turned to get a good look at me as I took a swig of my beer.

Okay, that was flattering.

I shook my head. “Serious problems, no, not really. Nothing I couldn’t handle, of course. It was actually quite interesting. For the first time ever, I got my pussy ate. Didn’t know it felt that good.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Jesus Christ—really?”

I winked. “I mean, I thought about knocking the son of a bitch out before that, but my curiosity got the better of me. So I thought, what the hell? Let’s see what all of the hoopla is about. Now I know.”

“Did you let him fuck you?”

I burst out laughing because he was looking at me all wide-eyed and curious, I couldn’t keep up the joke any longer. “I’m fucking with you, Jordan. No way in hell I’d let a man give me head in a female form, let alone fuck them. Having to endure his roaming hands and sloppy kisses is what made the job so disgusting. In the end, I knocked his ass out, accessed his laptop, stole the info back, and planted the virus. All is well now.”

“You asshole,” Jordan grumbled and pouted.

I shrugged and downed the last of my beer, then smiled as the effects buzzed over me, if only for a short while. “I loved the look on your face. Although, if you hadn’t closed your mouth, I might have been tempted to stick my cock in it.”

“I would have bit down.”

“And you would have broken your front teeth.”

He laughed, then rolled his eyes. “Was the guy some sloppy blob, or did his breath stink? I mean, what made him so disgusting?” Jordan asked.

I sighed. “None of that. He was slim with a little pudge around the waist. Breath kind of stank, though. Some people just have a slimy aura about them, even if they look good on the outside. He was one of those kinds of people. Did you know he wanted to piss in my mouth and all over me when we got back to the hotel?”

Jordan grimaced. “Ewww, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, I know, that was one of his kinks. Jerk was probably into scat, too. Sick bastard. I think he might have killed people before. Once we’re done with this job, I’m going to pay his ass another visit. And this time, he won’t be breathing when I leave,” I said, making plans in my head to end that son of a bitch and his goons. He would have killed me tonight if he could have, and that told me that what happened wasn’t his first rodeo. It was probably the first time his plans had gone awry, though.

Jordan shook his head. “Sometimes, I just don’t know about you.”

“Good, I like being unpredictable. Keeps our relationship spicy,” I said, laughing.

“Getting back to your hang-ups. If I had your ability to change forms, I would have totally fucked some hot straight guy,” Jordan said, masterfully switching the conversation from a murder plot to my issues. Wait a minute, I didn’t have issues. I was a top, damn it. Never met a man that I wanted to bottom for in my life.

“That’s because you’re a perma-bottom,” I retorted.

“No shame in taking it up the ass. You should do it sometime.”

I snorted and scratched my balls. “It takes a certain kind of man to make me want to bother with all that bullshit. Besides, I love dicking you and other hot dudes.”

“Hopeless,” Jordan said under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear him.

“I just know what I like. So, did you get any more work for me while I was out?”

“Not yet. It’s not like we can advertise your particular services on TV or online. We got lucky through word of mouth on the last job. So no frivolous spending. I know how you like to live large but don’t want to work for it.”

“Bullshit, I work for it plenty.”

“I meant a legit job,” Jordan added.

“That would expose me. I can’t risk it, you know that,” I explained, reminding him of why I had to stay in hiding.

“Yeah, I know. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Regardless, we have to make this money stretch, okay?”

I shrugged. “Sure, fine with me.”

“I mean it, Eric,” Jordan said forcefully, pointing his finger at me.

“What? You act like I’m going to run off and buy a damn Ferrari, as if I could,” I said, frowning.

“The last time I told you we needed to be cautious with our money, you bought that two thousand dollar sword,” Jordan pointed out.

Okay, yeah, that was true… but shit, for the kind of sword it was, it was a steal. I had to take advantage of the idiot selling it for a mere two grand when the motherfucker was worth a hundred times that amount. I tried to explain the importance of the deal I got to Jordan last month, but his geek ass didn’t see the point of me buying it, period. I bet if it had been some vintage comic book or action figure, then I’d be speaking his language.

I held my hands up, surrendering in this argument before it ballooned into nonsense. “Fine. I won’t go on any ‘frivolous sprees’,” I said, complete with air quotes. “Come on, let’s go out. I’m fucking starving.”

“Out? At this time of night?” Jordan asked.

“Yeah, I’m hungry. It’s only one in the morning. We can go to that twenty-four hour diner down the block. I can grab a burger and you can eat whatever you want to eat. Knowing you, you will probably get a bowl of oatmeal.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t want any damned oatmeal. But sure, we can go. First, let me contact our employer and let him know we have the package.” He pulled out his burner phone and made the call.

Ooh, the package. Jordan was really into this spy-type shit. For me, it was a way to get money on the sly without having to worry about taxes taking what little I already had. I gave my blood, sweat, and flesh for my country already. Now, it was all about my slice of the pie. I rose out of my chair when Jordan ended the call. He stood to his feet, stretching.

For a nerd, he was sexy as fuck. He was shorter than me, about five-eight, with a slender build like an Olympic swimmer and an ass I loved stuffing my face and cock into. His hair was shaved on the sides with a bit of an afro at the top, like the way a lot of young, black, twenty-something males liked to style their hair these days. It looked great on him. We weren’t boyfriends, more like fuck buddies, but our unconventional relationship worked. He was free to see who he wanted and so was I.

We walked side by side out of our warehouse home and down the street to the diner. There was a slight swish to his hips as he walked, which was what a group of pieces of shit gay bashers targeted when they decided he was the one to fuck with six months ago. I was leaving a bar that night and was still a little under the effects of the liquor I’d consumed when I heard the commotion. I walked in the direction of the noise until I saw them. I fucking hated when bitch ass bullies picked on people they thought were weaker than themselves. Now, at the time, I hadn’t known Jordan from a hole in the wall, but I couldn’t just continue to walk by with my head down when I saw four men stomping the shit out of him as he cried for help and begged them to stop.

Jordan was terrified for his life as he screamed, cried, and tried his best to shield himself from their vicious blows and kicks. I came up behind one of the tall turds and punched him hard in the back of his head and he hit the ground like a sack of rocks. That caught the other douchebags’ attentions and they thought to combine their efforts against me. Super strength and invincibility really did come in handy when taking out human sewage.

I fucked them up good that night, killing one, but the bastard had deserved it. Shouldn’t have pulled a knife on me. I made him eat that motherfucker…literally. I snatched it from his hand and jammed it down his throat. The last punk left standing ran when he saw all of the blood pouring from his friend’s mouth. I let him go, though I could have chased after him or even have used the same knife I’d just killed a man with to toss at his ass. But I decided to give him a second chance. Maybe he’d change his ways. If I ever saw him again and he was still fucking with people, I would end him.

As for Jordan, he had been beaten up pretty bad, but didn’t have any health insurance, so he was afraid to go to the hospital. Fortunately for him, I happened to know a little bit about patching up wounds, so I’d taken him home and mended him up. I’d let him sleep off that spectacular ass whooping in my bed, while I’d taken the sofa. The next day, we got to know each other a little bit more. We talked and I told him about my abilities. I didn’t know why I’d trusted him with the truth at that time, but I just had. He saw me as his hero, but I was nobody’s hero. I just didn’t like seeing bad people get away with the crap they did. For instance, I would have gladly kicked his parents’ asses for disowning him for being gay and leaving him without a penny to his name.

Perhaps he should have waited until he’d finished college before he came out to the bigots that were lucky enough to birth a child into the world. Too bad they didn’t appreciate that gift and turned on him. I wondered how they would have felt if he had died that night, murdered like a rat in the street by the same kind of people they turned out to be. I wonder.

Anyway, he didn’t have any place to go, I kind of wanted to fuck him, plus, I really liked him, so it was a perfect match. We’d been together ever since and as it turned out, he was a fucking genius where technology was concerned. Thanks to him, I was able to intercept the escort agency Mr. Henley had hired last night. That was why he was waiting for me in the lounge of that upscale bar. As for me, I didn’t really get computers like that. I knew how to search and play games on one, but that hacker shit was a foreign language to me. Good for us, Jordan spoke fluent JavaScript and Klingon.

 Getting back to the present, I held the door to the diner open for him, and he walked in. I followed behind him and we took a seat in one of our favorite sections away from the big windows. The waitress came over and took our orders. On the walk over, we had already decided what we wanted to eat, so there was no need to look over menus. She walked away to give our orders to the cook and I slouched in the booth.

“You look pretty sexy in that Star Wars t-shirt,” I said, winking.

Jordan looked down at his faded shirt and scoffed. “You’ll say anything to get laid.”

I snorted. “Did it work?”

“Maybe, but definitely not here.”

“Oh, come on, where’s your sense of adventure? We can go into the bathroom, there’s hardly anyone in here,” I suggested, noting the one other customer sitting several tables away from us eating his meal.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you serious, or are you joking and I’m just reading the signs wrong?”

I gave him a wickedly seductive smile. “Depends. Are you willing to give it a go in the bathroom?”

“No,” he said without hesitation.

Damn. “Okay, then I was joking.” I gave him an innocent smile.

He laughed and shook his head. “You can save the charm you think you have, it doesn’t work on me.”

“Now who’s lying?”

He smiled at me this time. “I’m glad we came here, because now that we are, I’m actually feeling hungry.”

“See, told you.”

“Yeah, Yeah.”

I winked. “So, when do we meet with our employer tomorrow… I assume it’s tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Seven o’clock.”

I frowned. “In the morning?”

He nodded again. “Yep.”

“Shit. Who picks that ungodly hour for a business transaction?”

“Businessmen with things to do. They wanted to meet at six, I bought you an extra hour of beauty rest.”

“Are you coming with?”

He shook his head. “I’m the brains behind the brawn. If shit goes south and they try to double cross us, I’ll just get in the way. You’ll be able to kick ass better on your own. As much as I love seeing you do it, it’s safer for me to stay in the shadows.”

He had a point. Jordan couldn’t fight to save his life, in spite of me trying to teach him basic self-defense tactics. His fucking nerd ass was hopeless. I sighed. “Fine. But I’m going back to sleep when I get home.”

“Fair enough.”

We chatted about some other random bullshit like movies we wanted to see and TV shows that were new coming this fall season until our food came. Then, for me at least, it was all about devouring calories. I had to be careful not to eat like this all of the time. Sure, my metabolism burned like a furnace, but I could still gain weight and I happened to love my eight-pack washboard abs. Jordan had a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and fries. When I finished my meal off, I started eating the fries I knew he wasn’t going to eat. He knew it too, which was why he didn’t bother to protest.

“Okay, you ready to go?” I asked, swallowing the last fry.

“Yeah, let me just pay the bill.”

I called the waitress over and she started making her way towards us just as two white men dressed in dark hoodies entered the diner and took seats at the counter. Now, they could’ve just been here for a late meal like we were, but my cretin-factor senses were tingling. Better known as my intuition. I didn’t trust this duo. I looked at Jordan.

“Maybe you should go to the bathroom and stay low.”

“Why?” he asked, looking up from his wallet.

God, sometimes he could be so fucking clueless, like a deer caught in headlights in the face of imminent danger. I gestured with my eyes towards the suspicious two and he finally caught my drift. He got up and walked into the bathroom like I’d told him to. If bullets were going to start flying, I didn’t want him in the way of their trajectories.

I sat back in the booth casually, not wanting to let the two men think I was on to them. Our waitress returned with the check and I thanked her. I looked at it, our meal had been under twenty-dollars, which was why I enjoyed eating at these family-owned establishments. They understood not everyone was rolling in dough, but needed a full meal. The exact opposite of some of those fancy-schmancy restaurants downtown where you pay an arm and a leg and get a pinky finger for a meal.

As for the two at the counter, they looked like they were legit customers as they placed their orders. Fine. I guessed it was about time to get Jordan. I called his phone and he came out of the men’s room. He pulled out a twenty and left it on the table. It covered our bill and gave our waitress a four dollar tip. I stood up from the booth and Jordan and I walked towards the door. As we approached the men, one of them swung around in his swivel stool and grabbed my arm.

“Sit the fuck back down,” he growled to me in a low, menacing voice.

Shit, I knew it! Why hadn’t they just let us leave? This was what I got for not following my intuition. If I pulled something right now and his partner retaliated, I may not be fast enough to stop others from getting hurt. By others, I meant Jordan. Did I take that chance? Jordan backed up several steps like he was reading my mind, and I was happy he was putting some distance between us.

“Get your fucking hand off me,” I snarled back.

That was when he pulled out his 9mm pistol from the middle pocket of his hoodie. Fantastic. “You’ll be the first one I kill, bitch,” he warned me.

I was getting really sick and tired of being called a bitch tonight.

“That is if you don’t sit the fuck down, now,” he added.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his partner reaching into his pocket, pulling out his weapon since the jig was up. I took a few steps back and sat in the booth closest to them. The waitress saw what was happening and she walked over to the two men very cautiously, and bravely, I might add.

“Please, we don’t want any trouble. We’ll give you whatever you want, please, just don’t hurt anyone,” she begged.

The asshole aimed his gun at her, while his partner kept his gun on us, panning it from Jordan to the other customer, then to me.

“Shut up, whore. Give us all of the money in the register. Then go in the back where you keep your safe and give us the money in there, too. My boy here is going to go with you to make sure you don’t get any bright ideas,” the brains of their operation said. He was the one who kept his back to me.

“Just do what he says, Marnie,” the cook said from the kitchen.

That was when the bad guy boss pointed his gun at the cook. “Get out from back there, motherfucker, and come up here where I can keep my eyes on you.”

The cook did as he was told, and came to the front with his arms held up high. I must say, they were either pretty desperate or dumb as fuck… or maybe both, to pull this stunt with all of these windows. They were taking the risk of a cop driving by or even stopping in and catching them. But of course, it was late as hell and they might just get away with it. They might.

The guy who had told me to sit down hopped off the stool to “assist” Marnie. He stood over her as she shoved the money from the register into a plastic bag.

“Hurry up, bitch. We ain’t got all night,” he urged.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” she whined.

He slammed the butt of his pistol against the top of her head and she fell down, holding her now bleeding wound as she cried. Yeah, idiot, that ought to make her speed up.

“Don’t talk back, bitch, just follow orders,” he snarled. He snatched up the bag of money she had loaded and shoved the rest of the cash into the bag from the register, then kicked her as she cried out. “Get the fuck up and let’s go to the safe.”

She feebly climbed to her feet, no doubt feeling a bit dizzy after a blow like that, but she managed to stay upright. She led the way and he followed. That gave me the opportunity I was waiting for. Divide and conquer. These two were bold, that was for sure, to hit this place up with just him and his boy as back-up.

Jordan kept completely still, as did the cook, so the bastard was keeping his eyes on me and the one other customer who was sitting at his table with both hands lying flat on the surface. He didn’t want to be shot because the guy mistook him for a threat. I got the reason for the submissive pose. I had a feeling they might kill everyone in this place, if only for the fact that we’d seen their faces. The police in Silver City weren’t completely incompetent, they just had a penchant for getting to the scene too late for the victims. So, I wasn’t putting any hope in one of them coming to the rescue.

Now was my time to strike. I rushed the son of a bitch when he turned to look at the cook and grabbed his gun-carrying hand, crushing it. It was one of my favorite and most effective tactics for disarming someone and getting the upper-hand at the same time. He cried out just before I wrapped my hand around his neck, snapping it. His partner heard the hubbub and came running out with the waitress all hysterical and in front of him as a human shield.

I pointed the gun I had taken from his now dead companion at him. “Let her go,” I ordered.

“You a fucking cop?” he asked as he looked around at the other patrons frantically. He was scared now, you could see it in his eyes, because he knew the plan they had was unraveling. Sweat poured down his temples as the fear seeped deeper into him. He hadn’t planned for anyone to stand up to them, let alone kill his partner. His chances of getting away with the money and/or his life were reduced significantly.

“I’m not a cop, but I love killing pieces of shit like you,” I said. From my peripheral vision, I saw Jordan crouched low under a table farthest from where I stood. Good boy. He wouldn’t be able to leave or go to the bathroom without drawing attention to himself, so where he was hiding was best.

“Look, just let me go and I won’t kill this bitch,” the guy said. It was his silly attempt at making a fucking deal, as if I would be interested. I didn’t take kindly to him pointing a gun at me and my friend. Plus, I had had my fill of looking down the barrels of guns today without getting proper revenge.

He was making sure to keep himself hidden behind Marnie pretty well. If I wanted to do a headshot, I’d have to go through hers and hope the bullet met its original target. Damn, I hated cowards. I looked for another way to take him out.

Ahh, I’d found it. “Sorry Marnie,” I said, then pulled the trigger, striking her in the upper thigh. The bullet went straight through her flesh and struck him in the crotch. Both screamed in pain, one was in more pain than the other, but at least he let her go to grab his bleeding dick and balls. Blood poured from both of their wounds, but I was only focusing on him. He was laying on the floor now as a pool of his blood formed around him.

“Motherfucker!” he cursed. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch ass motherfucker!”

Yeah, yeah, sure you will. Hurry up and die, I thought as I leaped over the counter.

Marnie fell to the floor, screaming and crying as she applied pressure to her wound. I could tell by how much blood she was losing that no vital arteries were nicked. Good. The cook raced over to drag her out of harm’s way as I approached my target. I stood over the would-be thief, gun aimed. “Sorry piece of shit,” I said, then pulled the trigger, blasting his brains, and pieces of his skull out of the back of his head in what resembled a starburst pattern. As far as I was concerned, it was taking him too long to die.

I looked down to see that some of his blood splattered on my clothes, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. There were more screams from the others, so I didn’t bother to stick around to do any consoling or explaining. I leaped back over the counter and ran out of the door. Jordan followed and we ran all the way home, taking a more complicated route back to throw off anyone who might have been on our trail. I wasn’t worried about leaving fingerprints behind, as those had been burned off two years ago when I thought I had a higher calling.

“Holy shit!” Jordan blurted out once we were safely inside of our soon-to-be-former home.

“Fuck!” I yelled in anger and frustration. Why did that shit have to go down there? I loved their food. Now I could never go back, and neither could Jordan. And the damned place was only a block away, no way could we stay here like that shit hadn’t just gone down. Eventually, sooner or later, we’d be spotted and taken away.

“We have to get out of here,” Jordan said, already on the same page I was.

“I know,” I said, slamming my ass into my favorite chair. “You need to rent a U-Haul tomorrow. I’ll find us another location to stay, if only for a little while.” I ran my fingers though my dark brown, curly locks. My hair was a little damp from sweat, but other than that, I was okay.

“I can’t believe that happened,” Jordan said breathlessly. He raced over to me, springing on my lap, taking me by surprise. “Eric, you were fucking amazing in there. Everyone lived and they didn’t get robbed because of you. You saved us,” he gushed, then he leaned down, kissing me. His kiss was pretty intense and, as he leaned into me even more, I felt the hardness of his cock against my stomach.

I grabbed him by his arms and pushed him back. “You don’t think I went too far?” I let his arms go.

He shook his head and pulled his t-shirt off. Okay. Apparently, watching me kill two thugs had put him in the mood. I wasn’t going to lie, I was sporting a boner too. My adrenaline was still pumping fast and strong through my veins and I was raring to go.

“You were fucking amazing and totally kickass. I mean, the way you took them out was so boss,” he said. “They would have killed us, I know it. I’m alive right now because of you. You are my hero, Eric.” He leaned forward, kissing me again. This time I didn’t push him off. I grabbed two handfuls of his round, firm ass and squeezed. God, his ass felt fantastic. I broke our kiss, then started sucking and nibbling his neck and shoulder. He leaned his head back, moaning as I devoured his flesh. I loved listening to the sounds he made while I worked him over. He moaned so sweetly.

Lifting him with ease, I tossed him on the sofa, then leaned back, pulling off my shirt. He started unfastening his pants and I pulled my sweats down around my thighs, freeing my hard cock. In my rush to get to that gorgeous ass of his, I yanked his jeans off, then ripped off his underwear.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled in lust as I pushed his legs back, exposing his dark, wrinkled pucker. I leaned down, wrapping my lips around his hole, and started lapping it with my tongue.

“Ahhhh, yeah… Mmmm,” Jordan moaned in pleasure. He really loved getting rimmed and I loved licking a fine asshole just as much as I loved fucking one. My cock was raging like a mad bull ready to do some serious ramming as I tongued the hell out of his ass. I swirled my tongue around, enjoying the tiny folds of his flesh as I brought him extreme pleasure.

“Ooooh shit!” Jordan cried out and I felt his legs jerk.

I kept lapping and sucking until I knew he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me, Eric,” Jordan purred, and that was all I needed as far as prompting went.

I pulled my tongue out of his hole, then sat up. I had to shuffle quickly to the bedroom for one of our condoms and lube, then raced back as fast as I could with my sweats still hanging around my thighs. I tore the packet open with ease, slipped the rubber on my cock, and climbed back on the sofa as I added lube to my shaft. I threw his slender yet toned legs over my shoulders, then slid inside of him with a long shudder. He arched up against me, moaning in pleasure as I penetrated him until my balls hit his ass cheeks. I could feel his fingers gripping the back of my thighs as I started pumping my dick into him. Damn, he felt so fucking good. So hot and tight, a perfect ass chute if ever there was one.  I sped up my pace, but made sure to hold back so I didn’t hurt him.

I leaned down, kissing him again on his soft, full lips, savoring the flavor of him. I moaned as my cock grazed his prostate, sending spasms through his body. He arched against me and I decided to suck one of his nipples into my mouth.

“Ooooh yeah,” Jordan purred in ecstasy. “God, your cock feels amazing.”

“I know,” I said with his nipple between my teeth. I gave him a little nip and he jerked, then laughed. Reaching between us, I took hold of his cock and started pumping it in time with my strokes.

“Ahhh yeah, just like that. Oh god…” Jordan panted as he arched again.

“You like that?” I asked, knowing that he loved it, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“Yeah… I love it. Oh shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

Hell yeah, making him cum was half of the point. The other half was making sure I came. I leaned down, sucking his other nipple into my mouth, and he cried out in pleasure again. I had him exactly where I wanted him. Slowly, I stroked his dick as I licked and kissed my way down to his cock. I decided to treat him to a trick and took him into my mouth as I kept my cock in his ass, pumping away.

“Ahhh, oh god, I love when you do that!” he declared as he gripped two handfuls of my hair.

I bet he did love it. I was fucking him and sucking him off at the same time. You have to be flexible as hell and have a long enough cock to pull off this stunt. I wrapped my hand around his dick, jerking it in time with my suction. He was filling my mouth with precum, so I knew he was about to blow his load soon.  When I felt him grow stiff and his legs started trembling, I knew he was close. His cock became even stiffer in my mouth and then he screamed in ecstasy as cum squirted from his dick all over my tongue. I swallowed, savoring his sticky, salty-sweet cream. He quaked hard as he moaned and groaned during his climax. I kept fucking and sucking until he was completely drained, then I pulled back, licking my lips.

Now it was my turn. I pushed his legs back against his chest so his knees were touching his shoulders, then braced myself as I pounded his ass fast. He was egging me on, begging me to cum inside of him, because he knew how much I loved nasty pillow talk.

“You want this load?” I asked.

“Yeah, give me everything you’ve got,” he taunted.

“Fuck… ahhh shit… I’m close, baby,” I huffed as I milked my dick inside his ass.

He was watching me, smiling and running his mouth, saying all kinds of kinky shit you wouldn’t think a guy like him would ever utter, which turned me on even more.

“I’m fucking washing your mouth out with soap after I shoot my load,” I teased.

“You love it. Come on, baby… give me your superspunk. Jizz my hole,” he sneered, and that set me off. It didn’t matter that I was wearing protection. Just the thought of my cum splashing around his ringed channel turned me on.

I tensed and roared as my back went straight. I quaked twice, then froze as my cock fired off several thick wads of cum inside of him. After the first few jets, I twitched some more as I continued to unload. Jordan moaned as I filled the condom inside his ass, he even reached for my nipples, pinching them both while I came. He played close, special attention to my left nipple, which was pierced. It was the only piercing I had and it was very popular. I collapsed on top of him as the last of my jizz dribbled out of my slit.

We were both breathing hard and moaning in the aftermath of great sex for the time being. I could tell I was constricting his breathing a little, so I pulled back, sitting against the sofa. He lowered his legs, resting them on my thighs, and we just chilled and relished this little time we had where nothing mattered. I didn’t know how many minutes had passed before Jordan decided to break the silence.

“You have a calling, Eric.”

“A what?” I looked at him and he sat up, leaning back on his hands.

“You have a calling. I mean, you have all of these really fucking amazing abilities… you should be doing more with them,” he clarified.

“Ahhh, not this again. Besides, I am doing something with them.”

He huffed and swung his legs off my lap to sit up straight. “You know what I mean. Right now, we’re just working jobs for whoever is willing to pay us money. You’re better than that. You can help people who would be victims otherwise.”

I shook my head. “I told you, I’m not some superh—”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that song and dance before,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Tell that to the people you’ve saved. I know I couldn’t have been your first. You have a strong moral code. It’s in there somewhere, buried under all of that self-preservation and bravado. More importantly, you have abilities most people don’t have. You’re almost obligated to do something with them other than being someone’s errand boy.”

“Hey, I’m not a fucking errand boy,” I snapped.

“You could be greater than what you are now, Eric,” Jordan said, touching my shoulder.

“You’ve read too many comic books,” I remarked.

“And here I sit with the real thing,” he retorted. “You need to answer your higher calling.”

I scoffed and stood up, snatching the condom off, then tossed it into the trash can across the room. I pulled my sweats off since they were splattered with that asshole’s blood, and then stalked over, naked, to the fridge, grabbing another cold beer. I twisted the cap off with my bare hands like I always did, before tilting it up to my lips.

He turned so that he was facing me. “People out there need you, Eric. Come on, you were once a soldier, so that meant you cared about protecting your country and its people.”

I snorted. “And yeah, where in the fuck did that get me? I cared about it so much, giving my life to my country, that I got suckered into joining some crazy ass terrorist group thinking I was going to become some super soldier.”

Jordan sighed. “From what you’ve told me, you thought you were joining the CIA.”

“I did. They lied to me because I was too gun-ho for that shit. They knew I wouldn’t ask that many questions and I didn’t.”  

“They betrayed your good intentions. That’s not your fault. But if you don’t make the best of what you have, then you let them win.”

“Shit, I don’t know about this, Jordan. There’s a risk factor,” I said, then I downed the rest of my beer and kind of felt the room tilt a little. Damn, I should have taken my time drinking that one.

“And I get that, but what are you doing with your life if you could do more with it and won’t? On the day you die, will you have any regrets?” Jordan posed a really good question, which put me in quite a dilemma.

“I don’t want to bring unwanted attention to myself,” I pointed out.

“Who’s to say you won’t anyway? Don’t live in fear. Besides, they think you’re dead and you’re stronger now than you were then. You know yourself better now, you won’t be their victim anymore, Eric.” He climbed off of the sofa and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Be the hero I know you can be.”

I hugged him back and sighed. The little shit had a way of getting under my skin and into my conscience. “You know I’m not some boy scout,” I stated.

“No, really? I didn’t know that.” He looked up at me, grinning.

“Fucking wise ass,” I said, then leaned down, kissing him again. “This better not come back to bite me on my invincible ass. Okay, if I’m going to do this vigilante shit, I’m going to need a way to hide my identity.”

“Oh!” he yelped and let me go. “Let me handle that. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first night we met.”

“Yeah, I bet. Whatever you come up with better not involve colorful shit or tights. Fuck those capes, too,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I have the perfect outfit in mind.”

“I don’t want to look anything like that weirdo, the Crimson Fuckface, or whatever he calls himself,” I called out as I made my way to the bathroom with a little stumble. That beer, or maybe it was the one I had before this one, was making a reappearance. I had to piss.

“The Crimson Fury,” Jordan called out. “And no, it won’t look like his costume, though I like his.”

“Yeah, you would, fucking nerd,” I muttered as I relieved myself. I hated the dude’s costume. Saw a picture of it online. Some yellow and red monstrosity. I mean, just because you could control fire didn’t mean you should go around looking like a damn flame.

“What do you have against Crimson Fury?” Jordan asked from the doorway.

I shrugged. “Don’t really know him. I know he’s been named the Son of New Dolton. He’s their shining beacon.”

“Oooh, do I detect a hint of jealousy?” Jordan asked with a wicked grin.

I rolled my eyes. “You detect my annoyance.”

“They accepted him as a hero because he uses his abilities to do what’s right.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think he’d approve of what I did tonight. Just seems a bit judgmental to me. One of those goody-two-shoe types.” I shook my cock, letting the last drops of piss fall into the toilet, flushed, and then washed my hands.

“Don’t worry about him. You do you,” Jordan said, smiling at the possibilities of me as a night crusader. “Oh, and while you’re doing you, try to avoid getting caught.”

I giggled at that. Yeah, I was definitely feeling the effects of the booze. Certain things about me stayed the same after I went through the experiments. For one thing, my less than perfect vision. My nipple piercing and tattoos were still there, thank goodness. Because of my skin, I couldn’t get any more. And my sex drive. One more thing had improved in addition to my other abilities, I had great stamina these days.

I thought about what I was considering, thanks to Jordan. A part of me couldn’t fathom why I was even letting him talk me into doing this. But then, when I really gave it thought, he was right. So that was why I was going along with it, finally. He had worn me down. “First, let’s focus on finding new digs. I’ll check out some places on the west side.”

“Oooh, perfect. That will put us right into the thick of some of the city’s most dangerous neighborhoods.”

I frowned. “You are a little too excited right now.”

“I know. I can’t help it. You’re about to become a real life superhero, and a hot one at that.”

Well, no point in arguing with those facts, except that I felt like I was more of the anti-hero type. I just didn’t have it in me to be completely self-sacrificing and stand on a one-hundred percent moral high ground. I could sleep just fine at night with blood on my hands. Speaking of sleep, I could use some right now.

“All right, I need to get some Z’s, plus, I think I’m a little drunk.” I walked past Jordan and headed straight for my bed, climbing in under the covers. “You coming?”

“I came already, you did too.”

I chuckled. “Speaking of cum, when are we going to fuck without the condoms?”

“When we decide we won’t be fucking other people.”

“I don’t think I can get any diseases.”

“Do you know that for sure?”

“I have superhealing abilities,” I pointed out.

“For those little bruises that you get when shot or stabbed. Or for when you get drunk for like five minutes. We don’t know how your body will react to the HIV virus. So until I have definitive proof that you’re fully immune, we’re keeping condoms in our bedroom,” Jordan said, putting his foot down.

I sighed in resignation. “That mouth of yours. I’d fill it if I wasn’t drunk and tired.”

“Um-hmm, go on, rest. I’ll join you shortly.”

I nodded, then snuggled up to my pillow and that was that.



I sat on a bench in the park, agitated as fuck because I was tired as hell. Three hours sleep was torture, even for one with as much stamina as I had. I checked my watch for the third time, it was five minutes to seven. I probably wouldn’t be as tired if I hadn’t had to get up at five forty-five in the fucking morning to be able to make it to this meeting in time. I really should have charged them double the amount they were paying us.

At seven, I watched an older gentleman in a dark business suit and hat walk towards me. He took a seat on the bench and smiled in my direction. If this was my contact, I hoped he didn’t ask for some stupid ass secret word, because I didn’t have any.

“Mr. Tanner told me that you have our property,” he said without looking at me.

Mr. Tanner, I smiled to myself. Jordan’s fake name. I guess I shouldn’t make fun of him and his aliases. If I was going to go through with this crime-fighting life choice, then I needed to come up with an alias of my own. Anyway…

I nodded. “Do you have the money?” I asked, hoping this guy wasn’t going to try to pull a stunt. It was early as fuck and I wasn’t on my game completely, but I would still kill the shit out of him if he tried to screw us over.

He reached into his coat and I tensed. “Relax,” he said, then removed a white piece of paper, extending it to me.

I took it and looked at the series of numbers on it. “What the fuck is this?” I asked.

“Give that to Mr. Tanner and the money will be transferred into your account,” he explained.

“I was under the impression we’d be receiving money,” I said.

“That wasn’t the deal we made with Mr. Tanner. Go on, contact him,” the man replied.

Ugh, I didn’t like this kind of bullshit. I was expecting a fucking envelope with cold, hard cash in it…preferably small bills. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’d like to confirm the transfer went through before I relinquish your package.”

“Of course. We’re on the up-and-up,” he reassured me.

“We’ll see,” I said. Then reached into my pocket, pulling out my cell, and called Jordan.

He answered. “Did he give you the transfer information?” he asked me in an excited tone.

“Yeah,” I deadpanned. It took a lot for me not to roll my eyes at this point. “Are you ready?”

“I am, give me the numbers.”

I rattled them off and waited to hear back from him if it went through. About a minute later, he gave me the confirmation and I hung up. “Looks like everything went according to plan,” I said, pulling the flash drive out of my pocket and handing it over to the man.

“Thank you. Now, before you leave, you don’t mind if I check to see if this is what we’ve just paid for?”

“It better be, or what I went through last night was all for nothing,” I remarked, and gestured for him to check. He gave me a somewhat confused and curious expression before he reached over towards his briefcase and removed one of those fancy laptops that was super thin. I guess he was curious as to what could have been so difficult for me. He had no idea. I waited as he inserted the drive and confirmed its contents.

He smiled and nodded, removing the drive and putting both it and the laptop away. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Yeah, it was. Oh, and please don’t hesitate to contact us if you need our services in the future,” I added.

“Oh, it is our hope that we will never need your services again.” He tipped his hat to me. “Good-day.” With that, he got up and walked away.

If I actually gave a damn, I might have been insulted by his last statement. I stood up and walked towards the subway, taking the train and the bus back to my home. When I arrived, I took off my leather jacket as I made a bee line for the bed.

Jordan jumped in front of me before I could hit the mattress. “Wait! I want to show you something,” he said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“What is it, can it wait? I wanna go back to sleep.”

“It kind of can, but I’m so excited about it, I want your opinion now. I was up all night working on it.”

Ahh shit, fine. “Okay, show me.”

I let him lead me over to the sofa where one of the most horrendous things I’d ever seen was put on display before me. “What the fuck is this?” I frowned.

 “Your costume.” He looked at me as if he couldn’t understand my disappointment.

I grimaced. “The fuck it is.”

“You don’t like it?” he asked with a heartbroken tone.

I shook my head. “This is absolutely the gayest shit I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen some gay shit before.”

“I thought it was bold and would make a great statement.”

“You must have been high as fuck coming up with this idea last night. Oh, it’s bold, all right, And that’s the problem.” I stared at the rainbow colored costume that my apparently fashion deficient sidekick came up with, which consisted of biker shorts and a top. The only thing he got right was the eye mask, but the color was rainbow too, so even that was wrong.

“I thought it was a great idea,” he mumbled.

I looked down at him, and I could tell I’d hurt his feelings. “Look, Jordan, it’s not like I don’t appreciate the thought and effort you put into this, but this is too flashy. Yes, I’m a proud gay man and I’ve agreed to avenge the helpless. But not while looking like a gay avenger in this rainbow nightmare.”

“I can send it back and get the money returned.”

“This looks like something a flaming drag queen would wear at a gay Pride parade,” I said, rubbing it in just a little bit more.

“Okay, I get it… you hate it. Fine. I’m sending it back.”

“Yeah, you do that. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something to wear. Something dark, brooding, and sexy as fuck. I want to look good fighting crime,” I half joked. “For now, I want to sleep.” I leaned over, kissing his temple, then walked toward the bed, falling into it face first for some blissful rest.




When I woke up, I felt nice and rested. I had plenty of energy and I was going to need it. I climbed out of the bed and took a piss, then came out of the bathroom to search for Jordan. He wasn’t anywhere in the warehouse, so I called him.

“Where are you at?” I asked when he answered.

“On my way back with the U-haul,” he said.

Ah, that was right… I’d told him to get one today. “Okay. I might not be here when you get back, but just start packing what you can.”


“See you later.” I ended the call and booted up his laptop, opening up the search engine. I needed to look for a place where the rent was cheap. I checked out some apartments, but opted for private lofts instead. If I was going to be exiting and entering in costume, the less people having a chance to see me, the better. I settled on three locations I was going to check out. The one I wanted the most, I put first. It had a large garage door for inside parking. That was sweet as hell. No sooner than the printer spit out the paper, Jordan walked through the door.

“You’re still here. I brought food,” he said, wagging a bag I knew was filled with yummy goodness.

“What did you bring me?” I asked as he started removing the food out of the bag, putting it on the table.

“I brought you a lot of fatty, greasy shit you shouldn’t be eating.”

“Good.” I reached out, snatching one of the wrapped bundles that had the grease staining the paper. Unwrapping it, I moaned when I saw it was a gyro-burger with bacon and cheese. Shit was about to get real. I palmed that bitch and took a huge bite, savoring the mixture of flavors. “Perfect decision.” I saluted Jordan and he laughed, shaking his head. I rose and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

“I’ll be back later,” I said, then took another bite.

“Be careful.”

“I will.” I left and walked to the bus stop. One of the reasons we wanted a bigger score was so we could buy a damned car. This public transportation shit wasn’t going to cut it much longer, especially not if I was trying to save a motherfucker dressed like some damn superhero. I finished my burger just when the bus pulled up. After paying my fare, I took a window seat and made sure to look away when we passed the restaurant where police were still canvasing and investigating. What happened was on the news that morning and there was a crude sketch of my face. Luckily, I was so much better-looking than the drawing, so I hoped no one would make a connection. 

I also wondered if they purposely gave a bogus description of my face to throw police off. There wasn’t even a mention of another man being with me. I mean, if they were trying to protect me, I truly appreciated it. But I wasn’t going to take any chances. Moving was definitely on my books.

On the way to the first location, I called the landlord, letting him know I was on my way to take a look. So by the time I made it there, he was waiting on me. “Thanks for being able to meet me on such a short notice,” I said.

“No problem,” he replied around his stogie.

He looked like the Daddy type; leather pants, wife-beater, and beard. He was stocky and hairy, but in a bear sort of way. Jordan would give him a go. I followed behind him as he led me inside the one-story loft. This really was my first choice and if I didn’t like it, then I’d visit the others. So far, so good. It was in a loft district mixed with warehouses and not much traffic. I didn’t see many street cameras either, which was another good thing.

“Would you be opposed to me setting up extra security in the form of a password entry?” I asked.

“As long as you’re willing to install it and maintain it, no. Don’t expect me to lower the rent, though.”

“Seven-hundred and fifty dollars a month, right?”

He nodded and gestured around the loft. “As you can see, you have nice, large windows and though it doesn’t look like it from the outside, you have a second level where the bedroom is and an extra bathroom. Large, open concept. The appliances aren’t modern and I don’t have any of that granite shit in the kitchen. But the counters are made of good solid wood and everything works.”

I walked into the kitchen. He wasn’t lying, there wasn’t any flash to be seen. But at least everything was here and we didn’t have to supply our own. I continued my inspection, checking out the bathrooms. One had a shower and the other, a tub. Again, nothing fancy, but functional. I let the water run, getting the rust out of the pipes a little.

“Water and heat are included,” the landlord called out.

Yeah, I bet. In this neighborhood, one couldn’t be too picky. The crime rate was high as fuck. I was half expecting to get robbed while checking the place out. I kind of didn’t want to move here for Jordan’s sake, but he’d only argue that this was exactly where we needed to be. Where I could clean up the streets, and he’d be right. I finished my inspection of the place and met back up with the landlord.

“I noticed there isn’t a washer and dryer, can we supply our own?” I asked. We didn’t have any at the moment, but I certainly wanted them.

The landlord nodded. “There’s a place to install them in the kitchen by the pantry.”

I took a quick look at the cubby area and returned to him.

“When can we move in?”

“We?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked.

“My friend and I, we’re roomies.”

“Just roomies?”

“Sometimes we fuck, is that going to be a problem? Our money is green and has probably been up some stripper’s ass just like everybody else’s,” I remarked with probably more attitude than what was needed.

“Hey, calm down. I don’t care who you fuck, it’s strictly from a business point of view for me. Roommates tend to break up, then paying rent becomes an issue. If you were a married couple, I’d feel better, but I’ll let it go. Also, I’ll have to go up a hundred and fifty dollars for more than one tenant,” he said.

Shit, nine-hundred dollars a month? Looked like Jordan was going to have to get a legit job to cover the costs. Me, maybe I would get lucky with my new line of work. “Fine, not a problem. So that’s what…eighteen hundred for the first month to cover rent and security?”

He nodded. “Once you pay that, you can move in whenever you want. Any changes you make to the loft needs my approval, though.”

“Of course. Don’t go anywhere because we’re planning on moving in tonight,” I said.

“As long as you come with the money, it’s all good to me.”

I thanked him, then left to head back home.

“Did you find someplace?” Jordan asked as soon as I walked in.

“Perfect location, too. Okay, let’s get this fucking truck loaded up. Oh, we’re going to need to pull eighteen-hundred bucks out for the landlord.”

“That’s steep,” Jordan commented.

“It is what it is. This place was my first choice, so trust me, you’ll love it. It’s located in the ass crack of the city and it’s surrounded by pieces of shit.” I grabbed my favorite chair, lifting it onto my shoulder, then loaded it onto the U-Haul. I wished we could have backed this into our place. That way, we could have packed up in private. As it was, I had to be careful how I loaded the truck with people being able to see me. Didn’t want them to know how strong I was. Even so, I thought I caught the eye of a particularly nosey woman. She was watching us and eating what looked like a bowl of cereal. Jesus, bitch, get your own business.

I went back inside. “Jordan, one of the things I did like about this new place is the fact that there is a large doorway entrance that is big enough to drive a truck through. That means when we do get a new car, we could park it inside our home. That’s going to be so fucking awesome.”

“Yeah, that is perfect. Also, we won’t have to worry about someone stealing it. I loaded most of the little things already,” Jordan told me.

He was obviously proud of his contribution. I was too, I hated tedious work. Speaking of tedious work, the twenty grand was only going to last us so long. We needed real, steady employment.

“Help me with this sofa,” I said.

Jordan scoffed. “Really?”

I pointed at the sofa. “We have a nosey neighbor watching us move. The last thing I want to do is give her something to talk about by walking out of here with the sofa over my head.” I’d spotted the nosey bitch twice since I’d loaded the table and chairs.

“Fine,” Jordan conceded, and he helped me with the sofa.

I broke down the bed and we loaded that together too. We didn’t have much by way of belongings, so it didn’t take us too long to get everything on the truck.

“All right, let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said, walking out of the place.

“We need to drop the keys off in the landlord’s mailbox,” Jordan reminded me.

“Okay, we can do that on the way to our new place.” I climbed into the driver’s seat and he took his place in the passenger’s seat. My little sidekick.



We dropped off the keys, paid the new landlord, signed the lease under false names, and now we were almost finished moving everything in. Jordan brought in the little stuff while I set up the bed. If all went like I planned, we might be giving it a workout tonight. About an hour later, we were as settled in as we were going to be for now. I’d gone out and grabbed some Chinese cuisine and now we were just sitting on the sofa like two beached whales, watching TV.

“Our landlord is kind of hot,” Jordan said out of nowhere, but I wasn’t surprised he thought so.

“Is he that Daddy you’ve been looking for? I don’t think he’s gay, but he may be a Daddy,” I said.

Jordan shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s just my type.”

I snorted and looked at him. “Oh, and what am I?”

“An arrogant prick with an amazing body and a beautiful cock who also happens to have superhuman stamina.”

“Well, I can’t argue with the truth.” I smirked. 

He cackled and slapped my Mongolian beef-filled belly, hitting solid muscle. “Daaamn.”

“Yeah, hot. I know.”

“‘Arrogant Prick’, that should be your secret identity name,” Jordan jested, then laughed.

“Fuck you,” I retorted. “Besides, I came up with the perfect name earlier today.”

“Oh yeah, what is it?”

“Shadow Hunter,” I said, smiling.

He frowned. “You sound like a character from a Capcom video game.”

I smacked my lips. “Your nerdy ass would say some shit like that. What’s wrong with it, not superhero-y enough for you?”

“If you were a ninja, sure. But you’re going to be getting all up and personal in people’s faces.”

I scoffed. “Not all of the time. I have no problem sniping a bitch from afar.”

“Oooo-kay, I’m sure you don’t. Another reason why I don’t like that name is it’s too close to ShadowHawk. People may think you copied off of her.”

I smacked my lips. “Yeeeaah, I can see why you’d say that. I wasn’t even thinking about her when I came up with it. Damn it.” Well, there went that plan. ShadowHawk was a chick that prowled the streets of Van Buren City. She was relatively new to the whole superhero scene. First Crimson Fury came out of the closet and inspired god knows how many other people out there, but only a handful are starting to make names for themselves. From what I knew of her, she bagged and dropped off bad guys or left them for the police to find. I did know one thing, she was pretty impressive with a bow and arrow.

“Got any suggestions then?” I asked Jordon, getting back on track.

“Hmmmm, you need a name as bold and striking as you are.” He sat up and turned to look at my tattoo on the inside of my bicep. “This is it.”


“Cobra. It’s a badass snake and strikes fast and in your face. You don’t fuck with a cobra.”

I turned my arm slightly, checking out the tattoo I had done several years ago of a king cobra’s head with his fangs bared. It was a fierce animal, that was for sure, and the name was catchy. Short and precise.

“I like it. Cool. Cobra… okay, next thing I need to do is find the right outfit—and no, your services will not be needed since your fashion sense cannot be trusted.”

He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought it was a good idea.”

I shook my head. “I knew you were going to pick some colorful bullshit, even after I told you not to. You still like the original X-men costumes from the comics and cartoons. I liked the new ones from the movies.”

“I do have taste,” he argued.

“There-there.” I kissed his temple and he playfully moved his head. That was when I grabbed him and forced my kisses on him while he laughed and attempted to bat me away. Of course, one thing led to another, and we ended up on the bed completely naked with my cock in his ass. He was on all fours in front of me and I had a sturdy grip on his hip and shoulder, giving him the good shit. Jordan was gripping the sheets in both hands as he moaned and panted in ecstasy.

“I’m cumming,” he cried out.

I reached around him, grabbing his dick to give him a little extra help. He cried out as his cock expanded in my fist, then blasted away.

“Yeah, soak the sheets with your load,” I groaned, smiling as I watched him cum.

His asshole spasmed around my cock and I quaked as I felt my own climax nearing. “Ohhh yeah… gonna shoot.” I pulled out and ripped the condom off. I jerked my dick three times before my cock exploded in a white gush all over his back and chocolate ass cheeks. Mmmm, so delicious. My body twitched as I drained my dick to the last drop, then I leaned down and licked my cream off his buns while he moaned in pleasure.

Once he was all clean, I collapsed on the bed next to him. Sure, I could probably go three more rounds at least, but he was through. Already, his eyes were closed, so I let him sleep. I laid in bed, thinking about my first mission. That slimy corporate bastard. I needed to pay him a visit. I got up and went to Jordan’s laptop, logging on. I needed to get the right outfit that was going to make me look badass and sexy at the same time. I wanted to leave an impression.

I scoured the internet, looking at stores for about three hours until I found the perfect fucking ensemble. I ordered five of them, which cost me a little over a grand. I know I told Jordan I’d be mindful of the money, but this had been his idea. I needed extra suits in case one got ruined. This was just a smart investment. I ordered a few more things to go along with it, then I turned in for the night.




“They hired you right there on the spot?” I asked, shocked. It had been a week since we moved into our new home. Jordan hadn’t wasted any time looking for steady employment. Fucking overachiever. Still, I was impressed.

Jordan nodded. “Apparently, an Associate’s degree in Cyber Security Programming is good enough to put me into their IT department. It was a long interview process, but I knew my shit, so I got the job.”

“Well, that’s good news for us. Does it pay well? I mean, can we live off your salary?”

“It’s thirty grand a year, before taxes, so it’s best we don’t push it,” Jordan said.

“I guess your job knows your real identity?”

He shook his head. “Look at who you’re talking to, of course they don’t. Anyway, it’s kind of a distance away, so we may need to get two cars.”

“I’m already ahead of you,” I said.

“So, did you find a place where we can get some decent cars?”

I nodded. “About six miles from here, but they’ve got good ratings. I’m not up for some slick, fast-talking bastard trying to sell us a lemon.

“For now, we should get the one car. I think it’ll cost us about three grand for a decent one. Might need some fixing up, which I can do,” I said.

Jordan shook his head. “No, we need two. You need one that you take only when you’re doing your thing. I can’t be seen driving it.”

“Damn, this twenty grand is dissolving fast,” I pointed out.

He nodded. “Which is why I think you should look for the best deals.” He patted me on my back, then walked away.

I smirked, then continued to look over some potential cars. I wanted a sexy muscle car; a classic Mustang, Impala, or Challenger, something like that. Jordan could get something practical like a Ford Focus.

“What do you want to eat?” Jordan called from the kitchen.

“I’m not picky. Whatever you feel like cooking.”

I stopped searching for cars and turned my attention to Mr. Curtis Henley. Apparently, his company was suffering the aftermath of a major cyber-attack in which a virus was planted into his system, destroying certain software. Served him right. I was going to need Jordan to work his magic and get me the bastard’s home address, or the address to wherever he would be tomorrow night.

“Jordan, before you go to bed tonight, I need some information on my target.”

“That Henley guy?” he asked.

“Yeah, I want to know where he lives. Our employers have their package, so all bets are off on this asshole.”


I took a seat into my favorite chair and turned on the TV. Jordan didn’t know this, but my outfit had arrived in the mail today. I was going to surprise him with the full get-up tomorrow before I headed out.  

After dinner, which was baked fish and salad, we got to work. Did I mention Jordan was a health nut when I allowed him to choose the meals? He hated when I brought food home to eat because I didn’t cook. I mean, I didn’t cook well. Anyway, Jordan got to work on the net, hacking into Mr. Henley’s personal files. It was pretty amazing what Jordan could do with a regular laptop. I wondered what kind of damage he would be able to do with a super computer. I once asked him if he could siphon money from other people’s accounts and put it into ours, but he said it was too risky and too much trouble. Paper had a trail and all that. But he never said he couldn’t do it.

“Okay, I’ve got the information.” He stood up, walked over to me, and took a seat on the sofa.

“Well?” I asked, waiting for him to tell me.

“Are you sure this is someone you need to kill? I know he pissed you off, but—”

“He needs to die.”

“You said he tried to kill you, but didn’t he only do that after you attacked him?”

“If he was really worried that I was a threat, he could have had me arrested. He didn’t. Instead, he drugged me, then took me back to his hotel and would have raped me before he killed me. I’m sure his boys would have all taken multiple turns too. I was strong enough to get away. What about the next woman?”

Jordan nodded. “Okay, fine. I just don’t want you killing people for petty reasons.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

He scoffed. “I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. I printed up his info for you. Now, I’m going to bed. I’ve got work in the morning. They wanted to start me on the new payroll.” He leaned over, kissing me, then walked towards our bed.

I know I said we weren’t lovers, but we did have one rule. That was our bed. We didn’t fuck one-timers in our bed. I stayed up a little longer, then took my ass to bed.




“Are you ready to see Cobra in all his glory?” I called from the bathroom.

“Yes, I’m so excited to see what you look like,” Jordan shouted.

We had a busy day, he went to work, I went car shopping for us. I got him a sweet little blue 2006 Ford Taurus. He squealed like a girl when he saw it and jumped for joy. There were a few dents and scratches on it, but nothing too severe. The innards were solid and that was what was important. As for me, I got lucky as fuck when I was searching online and came across a beautiful 1989 Pontiac Trans Am. I always thought that car was a thing of gorgeousness. Of course, the bad news was all of the money we had saved up was gone. I didn’t tell Jordan that, and may have told a little white lie when he asked me about the price of our new automobiles. I was hoping to convince Mr. Henley to donate to my cause before I killed him. Or at least I could steal some shit of his to pawn off somewhere, if all else failed.

I stood in front of the mirror, giving myself one last check before I presented the vigilante version of myself. I had my contacts in because eye glasses just wouldn’t look right over my leather mask. “You look fucking badass,” I said to my reflection, then turned and stepped out of the bathroom to a very audible gasp.

“So? You like?” I asked, waiting to hear his full opinion. I mean, the open mouth gasp was something, but was it a good gasp or not?

I was dressed in tight black leather pants with a slick-ass gray design going up the side of my legs. My jacket was made with leather and nylon to give me maneuverability. It also featured a hood for when I really wanted to hide my face. But what was under the jacket was the grandest part of my costume. I was also sporting some beautiful black leather gauntlets that laced up. On my back, I had the sword I’d purchased for next to nothing neatly tucked in its scabbard. On my right thigh, I was wearing a gun holster with my Beretta loaded with armor piercing bullets. Another costly weapon, but I’d rather be prepared. On my other thigh was a holster that contained three extra clips. I was wearing a pair of black leather, calf height, steel-toed boots. Now, topping off my ensemble was a very comfortable black leather mask I wore over my eyes, as I’d mentioned.

“Well?” I asked again.

“Holy shit!” Jordan said.

“Do you like it?”

“Fuck yeah! I mean, damn, you look so kickass and sexy at the same time. I swear, I want to be saved by you, then fucked by you right after,” he said, grinning. He rose off the sofa, approaching me for a closer inspection. He ran his hands over the material, his smile widening as he did so. “I love how rock solid you feel under all of this.” He looked up at me. “This is really happening, isn’t it?”

I arched my eyebrows and nodded. “Looks like. I’m not wearing this to the club, not even on Leather Night.”

“You look amazing. Does the mask bother your contacts?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. I bought several pair to try them out. Three fit perfectly. The others I’m going to return for more of the ones I like.”

“Is there a shirt under the jacket?” Jordan asked, looking closer.

“Yes. And wait till you see it.” I unzipped the jacket, exposing the shirt underneath that really put my body on display just the way I wanted.

Jordan laughed, which wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

“What in the fuck is so funny?” I asked, looking down at my shirt.

“Why does it look like you were mauled by a lion?” He burst out in another fit of laughter.

“No it doesn’t.”

“What’s with all the rips and tears?” he asked, running his fingers over the open designs of my shirt.

“Oh, no you don’t. You don’t get to criticize my fashion sense. I mean, seriously, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and you shouldn’t be laughing after that Rainbow Bright Queer costume you came up with.”

“Hey, I wanted to make a statement with that costume.”

“You did, and it was that you should never be asked about fashion. You’re a disgrace to gay men everywhere. I don’t even know why I’m asking you now.”

“Oh stop,” he said, chuckling as he held my jacket open, taking a better look at my shirt. “I see why you wanted this. It does look hot on you. Shows off your muscular chesticus and abstracts.&rd