Title: What Happens to a Fallen Angel
Author: Tauna (blktauna@shawstudios.com)
Summary: What happens when the characters in Fallen Angels, played by
Leon Lai and Takeshi Kaneshiro, meet.

**Disclaimer**
Fallen Angels are Wong Kar Wai's. I just play with them. You should be
over 18 and unoffended by two boys in love and some nasty violence and
bondage stuff to read this.

What happens to a Fallen Angel
by Tauna

The raven haired Japanese boy twisted my neck chain until it bit into
the flesh of my neck. I wanted him to do it. I look up into his eyes. He
was a few inches taller than I, a rare thing. He tried to pull me closer
but my right hand clutched his left shoulder and I kept him away. He was
almost able to overpower me. I felt his voice more than heard it.

"You dress like a tough but you want something else...don't you?"

His accent was odd but his chinese was perfect, his voice low and very
sexual. His hand gained a good grip on my waist. His hands were large
and his touch excited me. He pressed my back against the wall. I threw
years of experience to the wind and let him continue.

"What are you?" he whispered.

I gave him the face of innocence, long perfected during my time as an
assassin. I was only 26, but the whole of my life had been spent in
violence. Women always fell for this face. I knew he would not.

"Answer me..."

He twisted the chain tighter. I gasped and my hips moved against his. He
tried to press me closer but I kept his lips from mine. He eyed me with
hunger. He was tall and darkly handsome, although I don't think he was
even as old as I. His lips seemed to ache for any portion of me, but I
continued to keep him away. I could feel the links of my chain biting
into my skin. It was getting more difficult to breathe. I felt his hand
slide under my leather jacket and slip up my back. He knew he was now in
a position to move me where he wished. A quick thrust of his hips left
my feet not quite touching the floor and the rest of me flung against
the wall. I could no longer keep his lips away from me. They found the
bruises from the chain and elaborated on them. My arms wound around him,
my hands wove into his long hair. I was afraid to touch him anywhere
else. My body knew it wanted him. I melted against him. His hand
explored my leather pants. They fit perfectly and showed me off well. He
cupped my ass for a moment, gauging my musculature. His lips slid from
my neck, leaving me panting for the touch of him. He put his nose to
mine and looked me in the eye. I feared what he would want me to do and
what I wanted him to do. His soul was black, where mine was simply
heavy. His hand then ran over my chest. My nipples jumped at his touch.
His finger ran down my stomach and flicked on the button of my pants. He
jerked me away from the wall by my chain.

"Come with me..."

He led me to where he lived. The trip had been an exercise in torment.
He pulled me along and twisted the chain until I nearly passed out from
lack of oxygen, but I followed. I was good at following. Maybe that's
why I had gotten into contract work in the first place. I just had to
pull the trigger, someone else had to do all the work. Maybe I was just
lazy. He held my chain as he locked the door. I admired his long lines;
he was quite beautiful. When he turned to face me, his expression was
different, there was the hint of a smile. I stood in the middle of the
floor as he walked around me, looking. I hung my head and looked at the
floor. My hair fell artfully into my eyes. I felt him grab the collar of
my jacket. I was somewhat surprised when he slid it from me gently. He
stood behind me and I could feel the heat coming from him. I still
didn't move. He slipped one arm around my shoulders, the other snaked
around my waist. He held me tight for a moment, his lips savaging my
already marked neck. Then, he began to play with the button on my pants.
I could not help myself, I moved against him. A small sound of desire
escaped my lips. I could feel him chuckle and then he bit me. I moaned
but did not try to move away. He popped the top button of my pants, then
instead of moving lower, his hand travelled over my stomach. Between the
silk of my shirt and the touch of him, my skin burned. He slowly pulled
the shirt out from my pants. He ran two fingers lightly over the muscles
of my abdomen.

"Mmmmmm" his voice rumbled in my ear.

His fingers finally began their desent. They slipped lower and lower,
dragging my ziper with them. They lingered over the rapidly growing
bulge that he was not about to set free just yet.

"So... there's more to you than I had expected."

He seemed pleased. His tongue played over my ear. My breathing began to
grow hard as well. He gently dragged me backwards. I simply complied. He
then flipped me neatly onto a futon on the floor. I lay there,
dishevelled, and looked up at him through my lashes. He began to strip
for me, slowly, deliberately. He kicked off his workboots into some
corner, then he rolled up his shirt up like the old men do and he drew
his hands slowly over his stomach. I could not take my eyes off him. He
ripped the shirt off with a flourish. He was built rather like I am, but
his shoulders were broader. His skin looked smooth and unblemished. He
undid the buckle of his belt with a small grin. I knew he would use it
on me. He slid it from his pants with a snap. I flinched slightly. He
wore button flies. He popped each one with great meaning. He stopped
there.

"On your knees."

I scrambled to my knees in front of him. My hands slid up his thighs and
my lips hovered close to those open buttons. He grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back until our eyes met. His eyes smiled even though his
lips did not.

"I did not say you could touch me..."

I dropped my hands and braced myself. The tip of the belt struck me
across the face. I gasped and tears welled in my eyes from the pain. His
large hand grasped my chin. He admired the tears in my eyes. He then
wiped them away tenderly. His hands slid down my sides and seized my
shirt. He pulled it roughly from me. He tossed it away, his hands
touching my scars. 

"Give me your hands."

I raised my hands to him, palms up. I expected handcuffs. Instead he
tied me with a cord. He was quick and I was trussed like a BBQ bird. I
liked being tied, I never knew what to do with my hands anyway. 

"Get up."

Its hard to stand without your hands, but I managed. 

"Put your hands over your head."

I raised them instantly. I felt something metal touch my fingertips. I
stole a look up and I saw a hook hanging from a chain. So I was to be
hung like a BBQ bird. His arms snaked around my hips and he lifted me
onto the hook. I dangled for a moment but he adjusted the chain and my
feet rested comfortably on the floor. He stood back for a moment and
regarded me. It seemed as though he was unsure as to what would come
next. He had wisely hung me up with my head thrown back rather than
forward. My view was now quite limited. His hands started to travel
leisurely over my body. His touch was light, like a feather. My skin
rippled under his fingers. Then I felt his mouth. He kissed me and bit
me on my arms and chest. He scraped his teeth over my ribs. The
sensation was exquisite. I waited for him to hurt me. I knew he would.
His lips continued to tease me. They finally came to rest above my open
zipper. My hips wiggled in anticipation. I then felt the breeze of his
rapid rise. I felt the belt caress my flesh as his lips had done. Then
the strokes began. I cried out perfectly. He beat me soundly. Each
stroke snapped against me loudly. The pain went through me like a warm
glow. It was like a penance for everything past. Finally, I lost count
of the strokes. I hung by my wrists. My knees had buckled. The cords
were indeed more comfortable than handcuffs would have been. My
shoulders ached and I was choking on my own tears. When I thought he
would never stop, he did. I felt his hands on my hips, then slipping
over my ass. They slid my trousers out of the way. Then I felt his stiff
cock rubbing between the cheeks of my ass. He moved close, his chest
molded against my back. His skin a torment against my raw flesh. My head
rested against his shoulder. One hand drew circles on my thigh, the
other held me tightly against him. His tongue teased my ear. He then
started to suck on my neck. That was my favorite. I moaned and writhed
against him. His hand drifted farther up my thigh until he was tickling
my balls. His thumb flicked the tip of my cock. I was at full attention
now. His hand continued up. He gripped me and spun me around until our
bellies and cocks were tight against one another. His hands kneaded the
cheeks of my ass. One of his fingers entered me, slowly and not very
far. I jumped a bit for effect. A chuckle rumbled in his throat. He
probed further. I squirmed artfully. He shifted me and I was arched
backward. His tongue played across my chest as he continued to finger
me. The warmth of his skin made my welts throb. He chewed one of my
nipples until I was growling in torment. The sensations of his mouth
sucking me and his fingers fucking me ripped through my body like
lightning. My cock was leaking the evidence of my impending orgasm. His
lips slid down my chest and stomach. I was sad to feel his fingers
depart but he swiftly hoisted me up, my knees ending up over his
shoulders. I could feel the tip of his tongue flick over the tip of my
cock. It was the most exquisite torment. He continued to slide me down
until I felt the tip of his cock nestle between the cheeks of my ass.
His fingers had prepared me well. He teased me with the tip of it. I
couldn't take anymore. I almost screameed as I came. My thighs clutched
at him hard. He steadied me with one hand and the other prolonged my
orgasm. He continued even after I begged him to stop. His fingers found
my sensitive spots and exploited them. He continued until I had
exhausted myself and hung limp and panting. He ran his hand over my
stomach until it was slick with my own cum, then applied it to my ass.
He eased his way into me. I almost didn't have the breath to scream. He
used me hard. My hands and shoulders were numb from hanging and my
thighs were bruised from his fingers. I could do nothing but move with
him. I could feel the muscles in his chest expand and contract as my
thighs bounced against him. He lasted longer than I would have given him
credit for. I wish I could have seen his face. He came with great force,
but silence. When he had finished with me, he let me down gently. It
seemed as though he did not want to let me go. When he lifted me from
the hook, I flopped rather helplessly onto him. He kept me in his arms.
I was surprised when he kissed me. His lips burned against mine. I
returned the kiss with fervor. His broad hand engulfed my neck and I
relaxed into his forceful grip. I don't know how long we kissed, but it
semed like it was both forever and a mere moment at the same time. When
our lips parted, I thought I saw him smile. He ran a finger lightly
across my cheek. I must have passed out then...

I awoke alone and elsewhere.