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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 19, 2008 22:16:09 GMT -5
Red grunted. "After what you did to him, you're lucky he's still alive or else I'd have to make you my permenant bitch, you're Black Nation friend wouldn't like that too much now would he?" He let that sentence be like a small slap in the face before he would make his next move. "Heh, at least we'll have more surviving members, we have each other's backs..." He grinned, slandering another nation and embassy was always fun.
"Look, I understand that Francois was a White nation at one point but he's not anymore so you don't have to be so harsh on him, he's one of us now. No wonder no one likes to White Nation." He scoffed a bit which was meant to be a chuckle. He was trying to keep what was left of his cool. He approached just a bit more before going into his inner coat pocket and pulling out something new, openinga sall packet of some powder and blowing it on the White agent's face. and it began to burn and sting like a bitch.
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Post by Alabama on Nov 20, 2008 18:42:04 GMT -5
White glared at him. He knew damn well what a traitor was treated like and Red would do the same thing if a Red Nation switched to White. "you hypocrite..." He growled through gritted teeth. "...we both know damn well that you're known for torture, especially to traitors of the Red Nation so don't you tell me I was too harsh!
He was pratically calm, yet angry but the mention of Black enraged him even more. "You bastard, you have no right to speak of him." He yelled furious now, pulling his gun from his inner pocket. He pulled back the hammer, ready to shoot when, a cloud of dusty powder flew into his face. At first he was confused, it was only a moment later that he realized what it was and then came the burning. The sizzling sound, the feeling as though someone shoved your face into a pile of burning ash, it burned his skin, eyes, nose, lips, and throat as the dried substance was inhaled. He screamed falling back, then blinding flailing his arms for a hopeful attack. The thin layer of powder, as thin as flour, felt as though it was caked on, the constant burning that no amount of rubbing could dull. He shoved his gun back into his coat, spitting into his free hand and rubbig it in his eyes. That gave it enough lack to get some powder off and give him partly visual help. With that taken care of, he dashed for the closest store to wash off this burning hell.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 20, 2008 20:29:48 GMT -5
Red cocked a brow with a smirk. He would hold him off, following after him he made quick pace and just as the White agent was washing off the powered acid he beamed, going over and taking him by the back of the head and bashed it against the mirror letting the object crack, then drawing him back he went to force the man's head onto the ceramic sink. "I don't only torture traitors of the Red Nation, I love to make exceptions..." He purred roughly the words into the other's ear. Then something cold and made of a hard metal was pushed into his back. "Beg for me....Senior White." The Spaniard said, you could just hear the fact that he was smirking.
Then he pulled the trigger giving White an electrifying moment in life. He had a tazer and was more than willing to use it. "I want to make you beg for forgiveness..." The hand in his hair tightened it's grip with no sights of easing up on him, even as they were starting to attract an audience, Red didn't mind, they were in Spy territory.
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Post by Alabama on Nov 20, 2008 20:43:05 GMT -5
White let out a grunt of pain as his head was bashed up against the glass object, leaving thick red drops on the edges of the cracked peices. He felt his head throbbing, the sudden sharp pain as glass peirced through his skin, then his head went into the sink. He felt the pain begining to dull, which would give him a chance to respond to that bastard but then a sudden jolt went through his body, attacking every little muscle and causeing multiple muscle spazzems, the pain engulfing him. "Aaaarrrrrgrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggh!!!!!" He managed a scream, as the electrifying feeling attacked the sensors of his body, driving his nerves insane.
It was a moment before he could muster a word again, but he took every opportunity to attack back. First instinct, go for the closest weak point. Closest spot, the kness and thats where his knife went, right below the back of Red's knee. That wouldn't stop him but it would give him a chance to get away and let the room stop spinning.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 20, 2008 20:57:10 GMT -5
Red clenched his teeth. "Motherfucker." He managed to hiss under his breath, his injured knee trying to give way on him. He wouldn't have it. Another taze to the back, right between the shoulder blades this time, the Spaniard knew where he could and couldn't use that thing for too long or at all. "Baster." He didn't try anything too off hand, so he was bound putting more weight on one leg, his grip on the other's hair easing slightly then getting worse. Pain jutting through his body from his injury. Breathing in small pants trying to control what he could.
Then putting the tazer away he made a low move and reached in between White's legs from behing giving a rough grope. Nothing harmful or that said he wanted anything from him, but he would make this man his bitch, rest assured.
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Post by Alabama on Nov 24, 2008 16:18:52 GMT -5
White hated running, he hated seeming like a coward but right now he hated dying more than he hated running, in any case that mental battle was an easy decison, so run is what he did. He did everything in his power to escape, jumping, dunking, throwing things, anything that could give him enough time to escape, a faint burning still engulfing his eyes.
They say when you're scared, not frightened but truely scared, your mind shuts off, and your body runs on instinct...instinct to survive, to get away so you can just live, live to see the people you want to be with at that moment, so you don't have to be so scared anymore. White knew this feeling, this was the feeling every rookie felt their first time on the field, and he would swear up and down that being in a situation like this, with Red hot on your heels, turned any mission into your first field mission. His thoughts were interrupted when he made a wrong move, a careless one he knew as he cussed to himelf through gritted teeth. He abrley had enough time to get back up before he felt the eletric stab go from his back into his chest, causing his heart rate to speed up, forcing a blood curtled scream of pain to echo off the empty walls of the now deserted cafe and leaving him light-headed, his body going through an uncontrolable tremor. All the civilians were gone now, no one bothered to call the cops, it was foolish. Not even a cop wanted to get invovled in the spies underground war, no matter how many times it came above ground and became intertwined in their foolish little petty problematic lives. He tensed at the harsh grope but other than that, his body was numb, he couldn't even feel the harsh breathing that was escaping his lips.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 24, 2008 19:29:13 GMT -5
Red was glaring through a smile, it was far more twisted than anything known as an expression to be allowed on a man's face. If he was an animal it would be a purely deranged look, with a trail of saliva hanging down to about his chin. "You'll be able to feel your body again in a moment, it's not permanent...." He cooed roughly into White's ear.
He gave another harsh grope. Oh this poor, poor White agent, he was playing with something that was so close to the devil in a human like form that it wasn't funny. Well one thing is for certain, Black wouldn't be very happy with how his 'lover' was being treated. If it was one thing that the Spaniard had learned from his ex lover, Paulie, it was that even numb or unconscious, the body would, could and was still able to react to touch. And touching is exactly what Red would do. A soft stroke here, a grope there, rough purring into White's ears. "I know you'll enjoy this, oh wait, my bad senior White, I meant that I would enjoy this..." And there was no shitting there, he was dead serious. However Red had enough common sense to know that you don't fuck or well rape someone out in the dead open, you took it to a more private area. Like up stairs perhaps? He grinned more, showing his pearly whites, his canines sharp and yes, the Spaniard was a biter. He stood up, pulling his hand from the other male's growing erection that he had purposefully caused and he hauled the top White Agent up onto his shoulders as though the man weighed nothing. He gave a grunt though, pushing and rarely pulling himself and White up the stairwell, damn this was becoming more of a workout but hell, he knew that if you wanted in something in life that you had to work hard for it, which he learned the hard way. But he did want this, this revenge.
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Post by Alabama on Nov 24, 2008 20:00:05 GMT -5
White didn't want to move, talk, do anything. Right now he felt as though his body was nothing but dead weight, throwing him into spirals of throbbing pain that would last and then die down, only to reappear moments later. He could feel Red, the disgust growing in his mind, in himself more than the other. How could he fall so low, be beaten so easily.
He felt his body being lifted and carryed, across the room and then up some stairs. He felt dizzy, but he at least had one last chance to fight back, to give himself a little more dignanty before it was over. He managed to start wiggling about halfway up, pulling all his weight to the back, causing him and the Red Nation to fall back, he met head first with the stairs, rolling down the remaining, a striking pain shooting through his head and shoulders, his back acheing, his headache worsened and he couldn't get up. He lay there, trying to catch his breath, not dare opening his eyes. What little shred of dignanty his did have...was crushed under his gasping of hair and spiraling headache, he was thankful no one else was there to see this, but he so longed for Black's warming embrace and soft lips.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 26, 2008 20:09:42 GMT -5
The only problem for White was that Black wasn't there, wasn't going to be there and he'd be lucky to just be able to walk to see the other spy once Red was done with him. Speak of whom was coughing at the moment from falling backwards down the stairs. Once his coughing fit was over he sat up using his elbows for support to push himself up the rest of the way.
He walked over to White on his knees, a stiff glare was being cast down upon the White spy. "You think you're clever don't you..." He said beginning to stand, which after he did stand he delivered a swift kick to the other agent's side. "Try it again and you'll lose something more important than your life, and your precious Black nation friend will be upset that you can't fuck him anymore..." The Spaniard's voice was cold and his tone was harsh.
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Post by Alabama on Nov 26, 2008 20:19:59 GMT -5
White let out a harsh unsuccessful gasp for air as the pressure increased in his stomach and lungs from the Red Nation's kick. He no longer cared about dignity as he felt the wood from the floor and stairs chipping underneath his fingernails from trying to crawl away. He still gasped and weezed, the pain tightened in his chest as he found it almost impossible to breath, but the desire to get away was the only thing leading his bruised hands to keep scratching the floor in attempts to escape. The only thing he could think of was his lover, and how he needed to be with him. Black.....where are you?
Hah, who was he kidding, Black wasn't coming, he didn't even know where he was at that moment. He kept lying to himself in his mind, holeless wishing that his lover would be there instead of Red. Black....
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 26, 2008 20:34:54 GMT -5
A harsh laugh was delievered almost as if it was meant to be a smake in the face. Red waltzed over infront of White and smiled rather wickedly and slammed a foot down right on top of White's hands. "Failed..." He said with a still cold harsh tone.
"Face it, you aren't getting anywhere, and no one is going to save you, we're no longer in civilian territory. You're screwed." He put applied more pressure on the heel of the foot that was covering one of White's hands and twisted it. "Scream for me."
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Post by Alabama on Nov 26, 2008 20:41:41 GMT -5
White clenched his teeth, holding back with every muscle in his body to keep from screaming. His hand ached horribly as he attempted to flex his muscles, the veins of his hands appearing and sticking out horribly. The pain increased as did the pressure on his jaws, keeping the pain bloody scream inside his throat. He wouldn't give this Red Nation what he wanted, he had to keep some form of strength, though he didn't know how long he could keep it in like this. More pain, not a sound.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 26, 2008 21:31:49 GMT -5
Great, he could see that this was going to be a challenge. He no longer cared if anyone could see them or not. He nelt down behing the White spy and brought out his large blade and literally cut the other's belt like it was not even the least bit of trouble. Then down came White's trousers.
"I hope you like it rough..." He said undoing his own, sliding them down just enough to expose himself. Cutting through White's last line of defense, his boxers, did Red smile in a splended wicked manner. "You're mine now."
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Post by Alabama on Nov 26, 2008 22:51:44 GMT -5
White felt Red's cold hearted eyes burning a hole into his back. His only thoughts were gotta get away......to see him, to see Black. The air felt cold now, he felt his skin exposed, the goosebumbs rising from his skin now. Then went his boxers...the anxiety is what hurt most. The other had mumbled something, but he wasn't sure what it was. He couldn't hear, not like this, is mind was screaming, crying for Black to come, but he wouldn't. He couldn't hear, but he knew what would come next, it was only a moment, but it felt like hours. The wait made the knowing pain hurt worse, the lack of air making him dizzy. He felt sick, in his stomach and chest,...it wouldn't be his first time, that was for sure but it hurt like it was...just the wait, the knowlegde of what was going to happen, that was what hurt. Nothing had happened yet and he felt so disgusted with himself. He dug his nails into the wood, preparing himself to hold back another scream of bloody pain.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 26, 2008 23:04:44 GMT -5
Red licked his lips, the way this prey was reacting already was turning him on, the Spaniard knew right then just how sick and twisted his was but that was okay with him. He opened his hand in front of his mouth and spilt into it, applying it to his hardening cock. The touch was sensational and it was his own hand.
A grin, more of a smirk really, a chuckle and then and entry. Oh this was nice, he didn't have to worry about this one being a virgin either, knowing that he had been in this business for so long giving White the experiences. Oh, fuck. He pumped in and out of the other, purring roughly into his ear, just like Red did everything, rough. No one gathered, no one bothered with helping White. It wasn't civilian territory, no one was safe here really. A hand reached for White's length, taking his shaft into his hand did the Spaniard give it attention that would probably ensure later pain after it was all over. "This is exactly what you're good for." He wasn't just fucking around with him anymore that was for sure.
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