Silas and the Hitman

Author's Note: This was written for the creator of Silas, and the characters of Remy, Decker, Hollace, Meir, and Kami all gave me their permission to use their characters in this, but they're all the property of Silverleen and Haslin on Y!Gallery. I've used those chars with their permission. The Painted Window is a boy brothel, and there's a bunch of people that RP the boys and their guards. This came out of a contest by Silverleen for anyone that did art for her would be in the contest and the winner would get art by her, and she'd done a profile of Silas there, which intrigued me enough to write this.

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Meir bowed himself out of the room. Out in the hallway, he looked over Silas, Remy, and Decker. Hollace had been ordered to go keep Kami busy and put a pudding together, and Silas's mind was running overtime trying to figure out why.

Meir frowned. "Take care with this one, gentleman. He..." he hesitated. "He asked for you, Silas."

Decker frowned. "You sent the dossier... is he really... d'ya trust him ta keep it easy?"

Meir met Decker's look. "I am giving you Remy. Do you think I trust him?"

No. Obviously not, shit.

"What's this dossier? He only picked vanilla crap from my menu, I thought this was just going to be boring as hell," Silas protested.

"It should be," Meir said shortly. "He has been vouched for at higher levels."

"What the hell is on that dossier?" Silas demanded from Decker.

Decker's fists closed for a moment and then opened again. "Mr. William Johnson is a mob hitman, Silas, good enough to have staff and support. He's got no record, just a birth certificate, a few traffic violations as a teenager, and one speeding ticket to make people just think he's human. He's as clean as new snow, just lots of rumors, but those rumors are... "

"Gentleman," Meir said to Decker and Remy, "I'm sure you'll do your jobs. Silas, watch yourself."

Silas grinned and he felt his pulse speed up, a man that was a weapon, nearly as good as a gun, just alive.... "Well, that's what the mirrors are for, aren't they?"

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Attitude. It's all about the attitude.

Silas stalked into his room and knew he showed no surprise at not finding the client either on the bed, in the chair set up before the table, or standing nervously by the door. Instead, the man stood calmly looking up at one of the photo shoot posters that Silas had hung on the wall.

There wasn't much to him: brown hair, brown eyes, medium height. He was not particularly handsome or ugly, not very tanned or cubicle white, just average in weight and build. Entirely unremarkable except for that fact that from the line of his jaw and throat, there wasn't an ounce of extra fat on him. The suit looked as if it had come off a rack, an average salaryman's suit, simple tan wool with a white shirt and brown tie. It wasn't even black, and it looked just a little too big in the shoulders.

Silas posed by the door way, and waited.

What struck Silas when the man turned to see him was the lack of expression. Just as there were no particular characteristics to the man, there were none of the usual tells of surprise, arousal, embarrassment, or anger from being afraid or uncomfortable in a new situation, or specifically, in this situation, in a brothel with a rentboy in front of him. The mild, brown eyes assessed the three of them, flickering over Silas only minutely, taking his time with the other two.

"You must make a killing at poker," Silas drawled.

The man considered the phrase. "I haven't played, can't see risking money that's already killed someone." He had no accent and there was nothing in his voice or word choices that could be grasped and made unique.

Silas saw the man's left hand move to his belt, pushing back the edge of his coat. Remy and Decker both reacted, jumping in front of Silas. William didn't even flinch, instead he just rested his hand on his entirely empty belt.

"Three of you? I know I paid rather more than the going rate, but I thought it was just for one." This time he didn't even look at Decker or Remy, instead taking Silas in from head to toe and back up again, with minute stops at Silas' knees, groin, and lips before meeting his gaze.

"Mm... no, honey, you just get me." Silas chuckled and sauntered forward. Those brown eyes turned toward him and while they didn't widen, Silas saw that those dark pupils dilate. So he really did want what he saw. "What do you want?"

The plain brown paper bag of a man shook his head. "You could call it research."

"Research?"

"I have a problem, and I don't know how to approach it. So I thought I'd hire an expert is all; and I think I'd like my consultation time with you alone." He gave Decker and Remy a look.

"Sorry, sir, I really need to either search you or… well… see before I can go." Decker didn't give an inch to that quiet look.

There was a minute nod. "Hm. I don't like being touched much, so maybe this will do."

William then proceeded to strip with about as little embarrassment as Silas himself, using quick, precise, and practiced motions. His muscle definition was far more pronounced now, but it looked odd to Silas for just one moment.

That was when Silas realized that it was because William's build wasn't sculpted, not developed in perfect parallel using weights and protein shakes the way most of the bodybuilders did. It was all from use. Use and abuse.

There was a web of gnarled tissue against the small of his back that must have been from some exit wound, a patch on his left arm where the skin shone, dozens of cuts seamed with the pucker of stitches along the outsides of his arms, a few shone along his upper chest and back, the outside of his right thigh had a big patch of scar tissue, his left knee bore a star of scar tissue along the front, and his right foot was missing the middle toe and there was the dark mark of something along the instep.

The brown eyes followed their looks, head tilted a bit. "Sorry… I'm not nearly as… easy on the eyes as Mr. Silas there."

Remy snorted. "Better'n those 400 pound business men, no rolls of fat to hide shivs in. No worries."

Decker gave Remy a glance and then nodded to William. "That's what I needed. We'll be outside the door if you need us, Silas."

Silas shrugged. "Right."

William just as calmly put his pants and shirt back on, hanging his tie, coat, and belt on one of the corner posts of the headboard. He didn't bother with the shoes or socks, and sat down on the edge, leaving Silas standing, looking down at him.

"Hm… sorry… should I have offered you a chair?" William asked, suddenly nonplussed.

Silas laughed, "Never mind that. You're the one paying my bills." He got one of the armless chairs and straddled it, tracking William's glance at the juncture of his legs. "All, right, talk."

William glanced at the doorway to the room. "You all know my profession."

Silas just nodded.

"I had… an offer the other day."

"You don't need my advice to kill someone."

William shook his head and actually cracked a smile, one so rusty it almost looked like it hurt to use. "No. It's… a little scarier than that."

"Oh?"

"Someone I had a crush on in high school offered…" The plain man took an extra breath. "He offered to be with me."

Silas bit his lip to keep himself from making any sound at that absurdly old-fashioned phrase. He just nodded, letting his silence be something the other needed to fill.

The scarred hands clenched. "Thing is… I find it hard to be touched, now, and hard to touch someone without thinking about everything I could do to kill them, or ways they could kill me."

"So you want to learn how to be touched?"

William nodded and then quirked a smile. "I just… I really want to know what's pleasant and what I can't stand, so I can have a clue about what works or not when he and I actually meet. It's impossible to do by myself."

"I bet. How do you want to start?"

He shrugged. "You're the expert."

Silas grinned lazily and got off the chair. "Stand up."

Obediently, the plain brown man stood up and watched Silas approach him. His head cocked just a bit, his hands moved up at waist level.

Reading the alarm signs, Silas modified his walk, less sway and stalk, a little slower. He lowered his chin just a little, and he saw William relax, hands lowering.

"You… changed…"

Silas nodded, letting his own instincts move his hands. He reached across to unbutton William's shirt, the other man's gaze instantly followed his hands. He started with the bottom button, rather than the top, and he noted the tension showing in the man's neck as he gradually moved higher and higher. When his fingers disappeared from view, William backed up two steps.

"Sorry," he said breathlessly.

"Undo that last one?" Silas asked, turning it into a request instead of an apology and silently the hitman undid the last button. "Hold out your hands."

William held out his scarred hands, and Silas unfastened the cuffs in plain view and circled his wrist with his fingers. The pulse under Silas' touch was steady. "It's okay when you can see my hands, isn't it?"

The nod was slow. "I hadn't thought of it that way, but yeah… well… hands kill."

Silas laid his hand on the solid chest and slid his touch firmly, but slowly down William's front. The hard belly tightened as he turned his hands to stroke down to the belt line, slender fingers running along underneath the waistband of the unbelted pants, along narrow hip bones, and then sliding in along that belly again. He looked up to see William's eyes half-closed.

"Nice?"

"Mmhm…"

He slid his hands back out, along that solid waist, and then around to the sides and started up William's back when William twisted.

"No, huh?"

William shook his head. "Not… not my back. It's too..."

Silas thought a moment. "Would it be easier if you had your back to the wall?"

"Oh... I think it would."

"Strip down then, and sit back against the backboard."

William stripped, settled on the bed, and started looking comfortable. Silas gave him a smile and started peeling off his muscle shirt, showing off every angle and ridge, and grinned as he saw William's eyes go wide. Poker face or not, he knew he was getting through.

He then took his sweet time with his pants, the jeans fit to his every line and muscle, revealing smooth skin, taut muscle, and supple joints. He moved, knowing what would look good.

William's jaw dropped.

"Glad you like what you see." Silas chuckled, sliding onto the bed. He firmly touched solid ankles and slid both palms along the outsides of calf and then up along muscled thighs. At closer range, the darker skin on his right thigh was mottled, a spider's web of raised skin, rough and slick. He rubbed it gently, watching that still face.

"What does that feel like?"

A faint frown appeared. "I can feel the pressure, but not much else. It was a burn."

"Mm... and this?"

He traced a light fingertip along the scar running down the left knee.

William said steadily, "They had to cut the nerve when pulling part of that tendon to replace the ligament. It's just... dead. It's not... I dunno, whatever it was when you touched my back, but I don't much like that."

Silas nodded, and moved both hands up and down the fronts of the man's thighs, but when he moved his hands to the insides, sliding up the softer skin there, he felt the twitch and sudden tension. He stopped. William's gaze had turned intent, hard, again, and he shook his head. "Not the insides. There are too many arteries in there, two inches of hidden blade and whoosh..."

Silas sighed and thought a little. "Hm... hold these..." He held out his hands to William, who blinked, but then firmly took Silas' wrists in his hands. Silas leaned down, letting the tension rest against his shoulders, and he bent down and started licking and kissing his way up that warm flesh.

William gasped, his grip tightening, body tensioning in a completely different way. Silas hid his smirk behind his hair and continued moving his way up, feeling William's strength holding his upper body. He moved his grip down Silas' arms as he moved gradually up to the musk and hardening evidence that this was working and working well. He shuffled his knees between the legs of the client, eventually nuzzling gently against his balls and cock. The grip shifted to his upper arms, just over his elbows. He took the ball sac into his mouth to another gasp and moan by his client, but that grip on his arms hauled him up, making him let go, and Silas groaned and writhed a little at the sheer strength being used to haul him away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Mouthing your balls... damnit. What, didn't that feel good?" Silas bit out and tried to keep the frustration out of his voice at being interrupted.

"It..." There was a hesitation and pause, then slowly. "It felt amazing, but I couldn't... couldn't quite figure out what it was you were doing... and it felt... weird to start, but... would it be more comfortable if I let go of your arms?"

Silas pulled against William's hold, and grinned when the hitman didn't let him go. "No... well... yes, but I like this. Hang on and you can pull me off if you don't like what I'm doing, right?"

"It does make it... easier..."

"You know exactly where my hands are, then?" He didn't ask who the hell have you fucked that you've never had a mouth used there? Silas was getting the idea that his client had been rather single-minded in his pursuit of his vocation, and other things, like sex with another human being, had fallen by the wayside.

He bent back to his task, licking, mouthing, gently tugging at the sensitive sack, and then moving up to the filling cock, getting soft pants and then groans as he wrapped his mouth around the head of it. He pushed the shaft into his mouth. Without his hands, Silas couldn't quite control what was going on, but he knew what to do when William bucked under him with soft curses. He opened his throat so that when the shaft pushed at the back it just slid gently deeper, the grips on his arms tightened even harder, and he groaned at the sensation of being held like that.

The groan made William shudder and buck, and Silas rode it and finally pulled off. He grinned and licked his lips as he looked into William's suddenly lust-dazed eyes. He lunged forward against that grip and caught the hitman's lips with his own, the grip on his arms loosened, and he was pulled close to the hard, scarred body. One hand tightened on the back of his neck, the other on one cheek of his ass, and William tasted his mouth with a curiosity and intensity that Silas returned in full.

Silas kept both his hands on William's shoulders as they kissed, and emboldened by the hunger of the mouth under his, he moved to straddle the hard body rubbing against his.

"You want to learn how to use lube?" he asked against firm lips.

"Huh?" The grip at the back of his neck loosened.

Silas straightened a little to see all of William's face. "You ever fucked anyone before?"

Brown eyes widened, and then another of those nearly painful grins showed as he shook his head. "You got me."

"Nah... Honey, you got me, and a damned good thing it was, too, before you meet your Mr. Right... shit, you never ever heard of lube?"

A shrug. "I've inserted items anally, I've used it some."

Silas looked down at the man lying under him. "But never on a cock?"

A shake of the head.

He closed his eyes for a moment at the thought of all the possible "items" William might have... maybe not played with, it might have been for a job. The thought of a magazine of cartridges made him squirm... uhf... don't go there. He opened his eyes with another thought.

"You want me in you or you in me?" Silas asked, suddenly curious.

Thoughts ran like quick silver behind those brown eyes, and William cocked his head. "Can we do both?"

"Sure."

Silas pulled a condom from the nightstand, rolled it onto William, positioned himself, relaxed, and slid his ass right onto William's hardened shaft.

William's eyes went wide, his hands closing on Silas' legs, and he let out a huff of breath. "You... oh God... what about... ah... uh... lube?"

"I get myself all prepped for clients before they come, and I'm about as open as they come, darling," Silas lisped deliberately. He rolled his hips and watched as all thought left William's head. He felt that finely toned body move helplessly to the motion and beat he set on them both. Silas liked that feeling, so he pushed, and when he saw and felt William about to climax, he simply rode harder.

Scarred hands closed on Silas' knees as William's eyes closed completely, and he bucked and came so hard that he cried out at it. Silas rode it out, and milked the aftershocks with his internal muscles, drawing soft moans, and a few more shudders. He expected William to just pass out right there. Obviously the man hadn't done that in a while.

But with a slow, shivering sigh, William opened his eyes, but moaned and shuddered as Silas pulled himself off.

"Give me a minute..." he said, and cleaned them both off, got the lube and another foil packet, and was back on the bed before William had even managed to move again.

A soft chuckle and William said, "I don't think I could have done anything else... show me what you're doing?"

"Nothing fancy, just squirting some on my fingers and..." Silas touched the insides of his knees, and the man's legs parted easily. "I'm going to touch you now."

William gave him a nod, and there was none of the twitch or reflexive motion when Silas reached down and touched the tight ring of William's anus. "Mm... you're good and tight..." He gently massaged the ring, letting his voice go good and low, bittersweet chocolate low, soothing. "Let go... loosen up, relax, just let me in."

He pushed, the muscles gave, and his fingers slid smoothly in with a soft grunt from William. He started stroking in and out and gradually added fingers, avoiding the prostate gland to start, it would still be tender from the orgasm. It'd be more fun to leave that surprise for the real sex.

"How... how many is that?" William asked, eyes open and watching him.

"Three. You're good and relaxed from your orgasm... so this is easier than it would be usually."

"Right..." William's breathing caught each time Silas stroked in.

"Comfortable?"

William laughed, missing a beat with each beat of Silas within him. "Don't know if I'd call it that, but... it feels good... nothing hurts. You want in?"

"Put your knees up at your shoulders, it'll be easier for me."

Silas pulled a pillow down from the headboard, and pushed it under William's hips as he lithely bent nearly double. Silas rolled a condom on, added extra lube, and positioned himself.

William flexed and said, "This is almost just like a Russian Omelet... you put enough weight on my legs, you'd bust my spine..."

Silas paused and realized he wouldn't ever get into that position again without thinking of it like that. "You all right with this?"

"Yes. You've stopped every time I've said something or flinched. I think I'm getting used to being in compromising positions with you."

"Forgetting yourself, are you?" Silas pushed.

"Oh... shit...."

Under Silas' firm assault, the oh-so-tight ring parted, and Silas was in. The friction of the tight ring made him groan even as he saw William's eyes close again, those scarred hands suddenly fisting into the pillows and covers on the bed. He watched William's head roll back, his mouth opening as he slid deeply into that yielding body. When he was seated all the way to the root of his cock he held still just until he felt William's anus spasm around his invasion and then relax.

When William's eyes opened to look at him, Silas pushed on those legs a little, rocked back and forth knowing he was stroking along the prostate, and watched that used and abused body ripple with the aftershock of his stroke.

"Harder... do it harder..." whispered William.

Silas aimed to please, and started really fucking him with good hard strokes. The hitman responded like anyone else, everyone else, sweated and groaned and moaned, giving with each hard invasion.

Well, that is until Silas' hands moved. He'd been holding ankles, upper arms, shoulder, and narrow hips, anything handy to get the leverage he needed; but he wanted a kiss before he came, just a taste of that moaning mouth. So he's pushed and leaned forward, reaching behind William's head to bring him up for the kiss.

He wasn't sure what triggered it, but it was like the man he'd been nailing so thoroughly just slid to the side, flipping Silas in the process and trapping his forearms and wrists between calf and thigh of the man now kneeling on top of him. The belt that had been hanging on the bedpost wrapped about his throat and tightened.

William sat down onto Silas' impalement of him, ground down, and Silas came and came hard, even as the belt loosened from about his throat and the shout he'd been unable to voice suddenly came out as well.

The hard, strong body riding his suddenly stilled.

Silas opened his eyes to see both Decker and Remy on either side of the bed, guns cocked and aimed at William. William had his hands up, head down in what Silas suddenly recognized as his own submissive posture, the one that he thought had put William's guard down. Bastard.

Silas moved under William and got the satisfaction of seeing the man twist, cock hardening even as he stared down the barrels of two handguns. You had to give it to him, he had balls.

"You okay, Silas?" Decker asked, his eyes never leaving William.

"Yes. I am. He just... I think I surprised him."

"Hey, that so?" Remy said, roughly to William.

William nodded. "His hands..."

"... yeah I touched a bad spot, I think," Silas said, squirming. "No harm, no foul, gentlemen. Thanks for coming to rescue little old me, but... as you can see... Bill, you're making my hands go numb."

William kept his hands up even as he moved up, making both of them gasp as Silas slipped from him. Silas freed his arms and hands and got a look from Decker. William's body language relaxed the moment Decker's attention was away from him.

Silas looked steadily back. "I'm all right, go on..."

William's hands came down slowly as the two men turned to leave.

"Bill, huh?" William said very softly as they walked out the door.

"Right... you can be my Killer Bill. High school crush, hm?"

William's expression didn't change at all. "I just need some experience."

"Mmhm." Silas stroked the hardening cock, ignoring the other mess. "Guess we'll have one more go at trying to get you more. Good thing you're a fast learner."

William sighed at the touch and then grinned. "I do enjoy learning."

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Nearly a month later, Silas was sipping his grande salted caramel signature mocha one afternoon, trying to wake up, when Decker settled heavily next to him.

He raised one eyebrow at Decker, who asked, "You hear?"

"Probably not, pray tell."

Decker gave Silas a bemused grin. "The Immaculate. They had a hit there."

Silas straightened, giving Decker his full attention.

"One of the clients was strangled, made no sound at all, and then the working boy actually called his muscle in and offed him silently, too."

"One of the boys actually killed a client?"

Decker nodded. "It was the member of the state senate, someone publicly trying to crack down on prostitution. It's shut them down for at least a week, they might even have to move."

Silas breathed out slowly.

"Interesting. How did the killer get out?"

"Well, with the muscle out of the way, he just put the senator's suit on and walked out with the murder weapon around his waist. Seems like all he used was a belt, a common box store brand plastic belt. No prints, no clues, no nothing left at the scene. No one heard a sound, all the cameras were looped, even the one in the mirror. You know they have the same camera surveillance we have here?"

"I had no idea," Silas said softly. "Interesting. Did they say he was all scarred up?"

Decker nodded. "Not to tell when he has a suit on, though."

Silas whistled softly.

"Meir say anything?"

"Well, it seems that the senator had a list of places he was going to target first, including us, so Meir ain't sayin' anything."

They were both silent for a while.

"I guess he gets the special treatment next time, hm?"

"Who says there's going to be a next time?"

Silas grinned. "Just a whore's intuition... well, and the ten thousand he put under the pillow with a note apologizing for being difficult to deal with."

Decker just laughed, but a week later Silas found both Remy and Decker outside his room again, looking grim.

Silas grinned and sauntered in.