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The cold, thin air of Gotham brushed softly against your lips as you kneeled down on the roof, ruffling your hair out of place ever so slightly. You stared down at the city below you, the people hundreds of feet down looking like just minuscule ants in a large colony, cars passing by lazily through traffic as many sounds could be heard in the distance— yelling, sirens, horns, all the things that can be accompanied by a city like this. You stood up from your crouched position, moving away from the edge of the building, leather boots creaking as you turned on your heel, back now facing the perimeter.
On nights like these, as few as they were, when you didn’t have a job to complete, it always felt strange. Like something was missing, and there was. The bloodshed, it had become a normal part of your life, a schedule you kept up with. Pulling a cigarette out of your pocket, you lit it with the flick of your lighter, holding it to your lips as you took a small puff. You knew it was a gross habit, but everyone had their demons, and this was yours, one of many. You adjusted your turtleneck, pulling the hem down a bit as you stuffed the lighter back into the pocket of black, ripped jeans. This was considered casual wear for you because most days you were wearing gear a bit more protective. Didn’t want any accidents, now would we?
Your head cocked up as you heard a whistle ahead of you, your hand swiftly lowering down to your thigh that had a knife strapped to it. “No need to get all jumpy,” A smooth voice called out as the clean clack of heels made its way towards you, a figure soon emerging from the darkness, “Well, actually, there is good reason to be, because I’m here to kill you!” You soon found yourself staring at the owner of the playful voice, an annoyed growl crawling from your throat as you stood up, no longer in a fighting stance. You examined him, a man of average height, dressed rather well despite his daft demeanor— he was adorned in a silky black vest with small embroidery designs, which was overtopped a black dress shirt with a tucked-in tie, finished off with a trench coat, slacks, and sleek dress shoes. He certainly knew how to dress for a job.
The moon sharply reflected off of his head, brown eyes shining as a smirk came to his face, still lazily walking towards your form.
“As cunning as you are Zsasz, we both know you can’t.” You scoffed, relaxing from your fighting stance as you held your cigarette between your index and middle finger, leaning against the stone railing of the building. “Aw, that almost hurt my feelings!” Zsasz chuckled, feigning offense as he strolled over to lean beside you, reaching and grabbing the cigarette from your hand to take a puff off of. “You could’ve killed me when I had my back turned,” You glanced over at him as he exhaled smoke, “You’ve gone soft.” The corner of your mouth pulled into a crooked smile as you tilted your head teasingly.
He passed the cig back over to you, “Or I just like the foreplay,” He stretched his head back and looked up at the sky, “Though, if you’re gonna keep that knife out, I might as well get a move on with the job.” You took another puff off of the cigarette, closing your eyes as you blew the smoke out of your nose with a drawn-out sigh, flicking open the knife with a small click. You stepped away from the railing, feeling his eyes on your every move. As much as Zsasz was a jokester, you both knew full well that he was good at what he did.
Dropping the cigarette to the floor, you crushed it with your boot, then turned to face him, “Well then, let's get straight to the point, have at me.” A devilish smile came to your lips as he swiftly reached for a gun at his side, you quickly rushed him, knocking him back against the railing before you were shoved to the floor. Before hitting the ground you managed to land on one of your knees, allowing you to quickly roll away as a bullet was sent towards you, ricocheting off of the cement, “C’mon, we both know you have better aim than that!” You shouted as you sprung back up to your feet, your hair messily covering your eyes as they shone with a strange intensity. You watched as Zsasz reloaded and fired again, just barely missing your knee as you jumped back, you knew that if you managed to lure him further away from the edge you would have a better fighting chance, “You always were quick, that’s something you learned from me!” You bared your teeth as you took a step back, him quickly following, “Don’t take so much credit, baldie!” You rushed him again, this time at the last second changing directions to swiftly move behind him, dropping down to kick his legs out from under him as he attempted to turn back to look at you.
He caught himself just barely as he fell, quickly shooting at you once more before you kicked the gun out of his hand, disarming him and flipping him onto his stomach. You kneeled above him as you lifted his head up, pressing your knife close to his throat, “See? You’re soft. I know you can do better than that.” You whispered as you leaned in towards his ear, a triumphant smirk adorning your features. He struggled beneath you for a moment before grinning with a light laugh, “You know, that’s always been your weak point,”
You cocked an eyebrow, unable to see what he was talking about, considering that at the moment you had the upper hand with your knife against his jugular. That was until you were suddenly knocked back in the face by his elbow, sending you sprawled back on the concrete. Before you could compose yourself, Zsasz was straddling your waist and holding your hands above your head with one of his, the other now holding your knife to your throat, “You hesitate.” He smirked as you glared up at him, beginning to feel a warm liquid drip down your nose from the bash to the face.
You squirmed under him, attempting to knee him, only for him to put his own in between your thighs, effectively making it harder for you to kick him off, but also erupting a rather strange sensation through your body. Your breath hitched for a moment as you met his eyes, his upper lip just barely revealing his canines in the moonlight, “Here, let me get that for you.” he muttered as he used his gloved thumb to wipe away the blood pooling out of your nose. You watched his hand intently as he did, your chest heaving up and down as he slowly brought his thumb up to his mouth, watching you stare in anticipation.
He licked it off, the entire time never taking his eyes off you, his hold on your wrists tightening ever-so-slightly as you shifted your legs uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like your pants were smaller on you than before. Even in your vulnerable position, your eyes still glowed with a sort of hatred that you could only spare for Zsasz, “You still can never finish the job.” You spat, venom lacing your words before you quickly gasped, throwing your head back as you felt him grind his knee against your crotch, “That’s the most exciting part,” He chuckled as he leaned down towards your face, “Why would I want to end this little game of cat and mouse so soon?” His words were low, his face so close to you that you could feel his hot breath against your cheek.
Your eyes flickered from his down to his lips almost involuntarily, a movement that did not go unnoticed by the other male as he watched you intently. You bared your teeth again, “I hate you, Victor.” You seethed before clashing your lips to his, a rough, passionate mess of a kiss as you felt him finally release your hands, using his now free one to twist itself into your hair, the other still pressing the cold metal of the knife to your neck.
You could taste your own blood on him throughout the kiss, grinding your own hips against his knee to achieve the friction your growing erection so desperately needed. You suddenly bit Zsasz’s lip, hard enough to elicit a response, “Fuck-!” You heard him say as he pulled back, raising a hand to his lip as a small bead of blood began to appear. He glanced back down at you with a dangerous smirk, “That’s for my nose.” You muttered with a grin reaching a hand back up to pull him down by his collar, kissing once more as you tasted the familiar, metallic taste of blood mixing with saliva.
You felt him suck against your lip before shoving his own tongue into your mouth, earning the same in response from you; a fight for dominance between wet muscles. A low groan seeped from him as one of your hands trailed down his chest at a tantalizingly slow pace, the other on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss— If you could ever call it that at this point, it was more of mouth shoved against mouth in a sloppy, hungry battle. After another moment, the brown-eyed male pulled back, a string of red-tinted saliva still connecting the two of you, “You should say my name more often,” He smirked, pulling the knife away from your throat to allow his mouth to assault it, biting down near your Adam’s apple.
You shot your head back, biting your lip as a sharp laugh came from you, “Dammit, don’t tell me that’s some new kink of yours,” You choked out breathily, feeling his hands now lower to explore under your shirt. It was a strange but enticing feeling, the leather of his gloved hands pressing against your warm skin.
You were doing a bit of handiwork yourself, using your hands to slide his trench coat off of his shoulders, then quickly and rather messily trying to pry off his vest, earning a chuckle from him that you could feel vibrate against your skin, “Careful now, that’s expensive,” he spoke playfully as he nipped against your collarbones, “Yeah whatever, expensive my ass, I really couldn’t give half of a fuck at this point Vic.” You growled as you loosened his tie. You felt him shudder a bit as you spoke his name, adjusting his knee to rub against your crotch more tenderly, “Say it again.” His tone had shifted from playful to one of a wild animal, one with a need that had to be met.
You bit your lip, trying to silence your arousal, “Victor.” You choked out breathily, grinding your hips against his knee, only for him to use one of his hands to roughly grab them, shoving them down and preventing them from moving. His other hand was further up your shirt, cupping and beginning to play with one of your nipples. You gasped quietly, looking at him through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, his with the same intensity as he stared back at you, “Again.” You hated being in this vulnerable position, but at the same time it was so exciting, his insistence causing you to subject yourself, “Victor, Victor please-” Your voice caught in your throat as he shifted to thrust his own hips against yours, erections rubbing together through annoying amounts of fabric.
Your head flung back as you moaned, screwing your eyes shut as your hands rose to tightly grip his shoulders, “God- please enough with the teasing, at least give me something!” You whined as he continued to grind against the rather large tent in your pants. He chuckled, licking his swollen lips before finally releasing you, then working to unbutton the rest of his shirt. You pulled yours up slightly, revealing your chest in the moonlight, biting the hem of the shirt to hold it up and also working as a gag. You watched, almost intoxicatingly as he let his dress shirt hang loose and open, small tally-mark scars covering his body.
Your hands quickly shot up to feel his stomach, your fingertips brushing past rough indents in the skin, admiring his toned body as you licked your lips hungrily. One of your hands cupped his pectoral muscle as he watched you intently, almost scanning your expression, “Like what you see?” He asked as his lip curled up into a smirk, using one of his hands to trail down your stomach teasingly, the other beginning to unbuckle his own pants.
As he did so, he leaned down, pressing kisses and suck marks against your body, your chest heaving up and down as heavy pants made their way past your lips, still biting to hold up your shirt. You could only imagine how you looked at the moment, red in the face with your hair just barely covering up euphoric eyes, a raging boner, and practically begging for his touch as the cold, night air of Gotham nipped at your skin. “C'mon, hurry up…” You muttered out, somewhat muffled, watching as he glanced up at you from your navel. “Such a shift in attitude, I thought just a few moments ago you said you hated me,” He chuckled against your skin, sending faint vibrations through you as your eyebrows furrowed.
Victor finished sliding his pants down to his thighs, sitting up to work yours off of you, practically manhandling you as he lifted your hips up to slide them off, leaving you in just your boxers, “Well, would you look at that, is that another knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” He teased, though his eyes betrayed him, a hungry and predatory-like essence still filling them, “Shut up… and fuck me… Already…” You spoke between panting breaths, using every bit of self-control to not thrust your hips back up for more contact.
He let out a smooth chuckle before lowering down your boxers, your cock springing free as cold air brushed against it, causing you to bite down harder on the fabric in your mouth. He reached his gloved hand up to pump lightly, not wanting to get you too riled up with just a few small touches, though you were already way ahead of yourself, your voice catching in your throat as you moaned rather loudly. His other hand went up to your face, pulling your shirt from your mouth and replacing it with the tips of his fingers. You took the hint and bit at the glove, slowly pulling it off of his hand before tossing it off somewhere else, soon your mouth was filled with his calloused fingers, swirling around your tongue for proper lubrication.
You sucked lightly, moaning around his fingers as he continued to touch you lightly. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his digits back and positioned your legs up before pausing. He looked up at you, his eyes suddenly cautious and almost soft, almost as if asking if it was alright. You smiled as your chest rose up and down, nodding to give him the go-ahead.
And with that, he slowly inserted the first of his expert fingers, easing down to the second knuckle after a moment of allowing you to adjust. You bit your lip, moaning out as your head flew back again, trying to push yourself further down onto him, “Don’t rush it, we need to stretch you properly…” He muttered, smirking at your impatience, you could feel his eyes all over your body, it was addicting. After a moment of your insistent squirming, he added another finger, slowly beginning to pump in and out at an almost frustrating pace. You were cursing under your breath, eyes closed as you continued to groan out from pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough, you wanted, no, needed more.
And then he added the third finger, this time, after a moment of allowing you to adjust, curling his fingers to lightly brush your prostate. The action made you arch your back, a choked moan erupting from your throat, “Shit! Yeah, yeah that’s the spot-” You slurred, almost drunk off of the feeling.
Even with your eyes closed, you could practically feel the amount of smugness radiating off of Zsasz, his eyes intently examining your every move, every shudder, expression, and light jump as he continued to move his fingers inside you. After another moment of stretching you, he pulls out, leaving you whining and looking down to see where the contact went, only to see him pulling down his boxers and revealing his member, the sight of which made you almost drool. He was long, a decent thickness, and a blushing red at the tip.
You stared in a sort of awe for a moment, a smirk still heavily present on his face as he watched you examine him, it was almost as if he loved the attention of being taken in like this— and you weren’t exactly complaining, you were quite happy to see it.
You licked your lips before meeting his eyes, your mouth slightly agape before you took a deep breath, showing you were ready. “Since we don’t exactly have proper lube, this might hurt a bit.” He warned with a cock of his eyebrow, positioning himself tentatively. He had one hand grasping your hip in an almost bruising grip while the other was next to your shoulder, holding himself up above you, “You always were a sadist, weren’t you?” You muttered between hasty breaths as one of your hands went to grip his shoulder, the other pulling his head down for a quick kiss.
He let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly before biting his lip, “Now that, that’s definitely tempting.” He smirked before readying himself, looking up at your one last time before slowly pushing into you. You inhaled sharply as he did, both of your hands tightly gripping his shoulders as he slowly moved in, it was painful, that you would admit, even with the prep, but part of that pain sparked a fire in you, one that only was ignited by him.
You bit your lip, almost enough to draw blood, taking a moment to adjust to his size. After another second he finally started to move, a low and throaty groan arousing from him as he did so. “Fuck, I-” you seethed out, eyebrows furrowing as you felt him slowly slide out and back in. The first couple of thrusts were fairly gentle, well, as gentle as Zsasz could be, but you could tell he was holding back, the stutter of his hips making it obvious he wanted to do so much more, and while it hurt, the unique cocktail of pain and pleasure drove you crazy, to a point where you found yourself moaning out lowly.
His thrusts were slow and measured, hesitant almost, but with every twitch of his cock inside you, you grew more impatient, more greedy, wanting more of him and what he could give.
Zsasz thrust back in, his grip turning his knuckles white as one of your hands began scratching at his back, almost begging for more, “Victor- mmn- You don’t… Need to be gentle with me… I’m not fragile…” You moaned between breaths, feeling his grip on self-control slowly start to slip, “I don’t want you to.” You spoke barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make him break, suddenly snapping his hips up to meet yours, earning a yelp from you as your face contorted into one of both immense pain and pleasure. Within a matter of moments the two of you were hurriedly repositioning yourselves so that you were sitting on his lap, bouncing up and down while he used both hands to bring you down in time with his thrusts.
Almost forgetting where exactly you were, the rooftop of a random tall building in the middle of Gotham, you moaned up a storm, a mixture of whines, pleas, yelps, gasps, and more filling the air as he hit your prostate just right, practically abusing it with the speed he was going at. You continued to claw at his back as you stuffed your face into the crook of his neck, you could hear the blood pumping through your body as you bit down on his collarbone.
He hissed out, still snapping his hips up to meet yours at a merciless pace, “Fuck, you’re going so fast,” He attempted to chuckle between breaths, but found himself unable to properly do so as you ground down harder on his dick, your thighs trembling with each movement. You wrapped your legs around him, trying desperately to bring yourself closer to him, if that was even possible at this point.
The hunger and need inside you did not calm itself, if anything growing more and more rabid, something that made you quiver and move more erratically on him, something that certainly did not go unnoticed by the assassin fucking you senseless.
You felt one of his hands leave your sore hips to begin stroking your leaking cock, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over the tip, pumping you for the extra bit of pleasure, because he knew damn well that it was going to send you over the edge soon. You were trying to catch your breath, barely even able to breathe as you were being pounded into sloppily. Hearing the other man moaning for you, moaning because of the pleasure you were giving him via your body, it was gonna make you go insane. “Jesus- fuck!”, you yelled out as he continued to hit that sensitive little spot in your ass, that spot that was now practically turning you into putty in his hands, that spot that turned a trained killer like yourself into a whining mess.
“You’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?” Zsasz spoke in a husky voice, causing you to dig your nails deeper into his back as moans continued to pass through your lips, “S-shut the fuck u—” You were quickly cut off by him slamming your down harder than before, the aggressiveness of it almost sending vibrations throughout you. You yelled loudly, snapping your head back in pleasure, unfortunately allowing your neck to be vulnerable to Zsasz.
And with that, he went to work, sucking and biting down along with jugular, the pain, and euphoria of it all driving you to your orgasm, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cried out as you came, strings of white coating your stomach and some of Victor’s, your legs were shaking and you slumped down into his body.
His thrusts became sloppier, less measured than before, you could tell he was getting close, he was going to let go soon, but until he did you were going to let him use your body. He bit his lip, groaning roughly as he kept slamming his hips up and down, leaving you still tirely crying out before you felt him cum inside you.
You let out a breath of relief as he did, feeling him ride out his orgasm as you rested your head on his shoulder. For a moment, nothing could be heard but the ambiance of Gotham and the exchange of two panting breaths. It was nice, even on this cold night, you still felt warm from him, comfortable in the position.
But, as all good things do, it did eventually come to an end, after about five minutes of the two of you composing yourselves you felt him gently pull you off of him, setting you down carefully, as cruel as you knew he was, Zsasz still always had your better interest in mind, “That was fun, we should do it again sometime.” He spoke casually as he caught his breath, a grin gracing his features as he pulled his pants back up, reaching to grab yours that had been cast aside.
You chuckled at his laid-back demeanor, your chest still heaving up and down as you grabbed your ripped jeans from him as he passed them to you, “You really aren’t one for professionalism, as you Zsasz?” You huffed out playfully as you pulled your clothes back up, flinching a bit at the soreness of your ass, no thanks to him of course. He looked at you as he buttoned his shirt, “Aw, don’t tell me we’re no longer on a first-name basis?” he pouted, earning an eye roll from you as he helped you up off the ground.
You adjusted your turtleneck, pulling the hem back down as you watched the brown-eyed male dress himself in the vest and trench coat. "So, what are you gonna tell the boss? That you fucked your target? ‘Cuz that doesn’t seem like an acceptable answer to me." You glanced up at him lazily.
"As far as I'm concerned, you escaped." He clicked his tongue, winking at you. Taking another cigarette out of your pocket, you lit it and took a puff of it, “Like I said though, you never can finish the job when it comes to me, Vic.” You smirked at him as he turned away on his heel, beginning to walk to the exit.
Even though you couldn’t see him, you could still feel him smirk as he called over his shoulder to you,
“Neither can you, [Last Name].”