Venire incontro alla morte ragazzino [Fontaine]

[Beyond Birthday]

March 6th, 1960

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Beyond liked the dark.

He loved hovering in the fetid tunnels that were the escape and entrance of the Liberatore world. The stagnant water beneath his feet gave off a noxious odor that interbred with the musty smell of damn soil from beneath the crumbling walls to create fumes that most fled from. He relished the scent however, it was distinctly one of decay, and perhaps it he was lucky one day this corpse would collapse onto him.

The young man enjoyed the cold tunnel however for a practical purpose beyond his romantic musings of death. In the dark anyone could become lost, even a Mafioso. Beyond was an intelligent individual that needed pursuits to keep him entertained. Once in a while there just wasn’t any one to kill, so he had to go hunting.

He idly twisted a pocket knife into his index finger, pausing in his mutilation occasionally to lick his finger clean. He was leaning into a certain impression in the wall that only exposed his feet. Not many people looked down until it was too late. His ears pricked when he heard foot fall up ahead. He grinned, his dark eyes alighting with joy. Perhaps if he was lucky it was some brave Innocenzo on a suicide mission. He bared his teeth; he always loved a well deserved kill.

His hands flew from the murky darkness like bats towards his next victim.

[Fontaine Franguan]

Fontaine kept his hands in his pockets, his face pale with the cold, his breath leaving him in soft puffs of air. It felt refreshing to leave the Liberatore mansion and get a change of scenery, far away from those digusting pigs and bitches that were his 'family members'.

Of course, he wasn't much better. Fontaine sucked in a cold gulp of wintery atmosphere, deep blue eyes trained on the end of the tunnel, his steps measured and calm. Black curls were neatly brushed, and his coat was nice, but not too expensive to gather attention. Almost there.

Then pale hands suddenly shot out and grabbed him; Fontaine tried to twist away in alarm. An ambush?!

[Beyond Birthday]

The victim was small, a child? The Innocenzos had sent a child into the lair of death? Beyond chuckled darkly, a stupid move, he cut their little hand off and send it to that shrinking violet capo of theirs with a note signed in blood. He stepped into the light and for the first time saw who he had grasped.

He blinked when he saw the blue eye and black curls; it was the newest recruit -that French boy. A slow sinister grin crawled across the assassin’s face, this one he had been dying to get his hands on.

“Franguan correct? You have the delicate foot fall of an Innocenzo, is that why they chose to send you in? Beyond could have killed you on your walk alone!” he snickered, his hands on the boy’s shoulders, the grip was unyielding, the boy may have just escaped immediate death but he hadn’t escaped the Shinigami yet.

“If you’re going out, Beyond recommend you be more wary of your surroundings,” he said with a click of his tongue, his hold on the boy still not wavering.

[Fontaine Franguan]

The sudden burst of panic that had sent him trying to wrench out of his attacker's grasp steadily faded as he talked, but Fontiane was still uneasy at the boy's strong grip on his shoulders.

"I'm not without protection." Was all he said, letting the implication hang over the conversation like mist. He did have piano wire tucked in his jacket, but let Beyond think he had something far worse.

He didn't need to be lectured by the other Liberatore on safety. No one sane would lurk out at night by a mafia hideout, this route was perfectly safe for him. Fontaine grit his teeth as he scrambled to figure out the motive behind Beyond's ambush.

Oh, no. Not tonight, he didn't want to do that tonight. Fontaine was looking forward to returning to his warm room with a hot meal, not to stay out in the chilly night and be fucked against a grimy stone wall.

"Is there--anything you want from me, Beyond? I'd like to hurry back."

[Beyond Birthday]

Beyond chuckled at the nervous look on the boy's face. He should be glad he had bothered to make certain he was not killing one of his own before he brought down the knife. The recruit didn't know how lucky he was apparently.

Then the Japanese man recalled exactly what Franguan's duty was, and cocked his head, oh so is that what it is. He reached a hand up to cup the boy's chin, his thumb scraping against the smooth skin. He leaned down, cigarette and putrid strawberries on his breath from his breakfast of aged jam.

"Protection, and what sort of protection does a man like yourself carry?" he asked, his eye shinning in the low light with subdued malicious amusement.

[Fontaine Franguan]

"Now, if I told you it would defeat the purposely entirely, now wouldn't it?" He replied, allowing Beyond to grab his chin and stroke his cheek. It was his job, but at the very least it could happen in the comfort of a soft bed.

"Do you really want to, out here, where an Innocenzo could catch you off-guard?"

He asked bluntly, shifting slight and rubbing his cold hands together, trying to generate warmth. Still very much aware of Beyond's hands pressing down on his shoulders, he glanced up at him over his shoulder. Tangled hair, scarlet eyes with dark bags under them, and sickly pale skin. He looked as rotten as his insides.

"It's asking for trouble, to be out this late. I was just returning anyway. Let's come away to the Liberatore mansion, and I swear to treat you well in the comfort of a bed. Or wherever you want to do it," He added, letting the words slide from his lips in a sickly-sweet tone.

[Beyond Birthday]

The assassin smiled sardonically at the boy.

“Beyond thanks you for your concern; however there have been plenty of fuckers who have tried to kill him and failed. He think he’s perhaps gifted,” he informed Franguan dryly. He hadn’t been planning on having a tryst in this rotting hole, however if the boy was going to be so shameless, he might as well take the bait. Sex was never as satisfying as the kill for the man, however fucking in such a precarious place certainly make it more enjoyable.

He finally let Franguan go to slide off his coat, which he dropped onto the damp floor. He take the whore right there. The coat was naturally his weapon cache, the most visible of which was a dagger in a holster above the inside breast pocket. There were other blades, twine, and even a loaded pistol in the pockets. So as he fucked the boy senseless he could at any time reach for a weapon and try to kill Beyond.

The operative word being “try”, even dressed down to a collared long sleeve shirt and slacks the former yakuza still had a few blades on him. Never mind he had certainly killed with his bare hands before. So with a vicious smirk he reached to pull his reluctant lover close, an arm around the waist and a hand forcing his small mouth into a smothering kiss, Beyond’s sharp canines looking to graze the delicate corners of the boy’s mouth to include a little blood in the foreplay.

He chuckled darkly as he used his greater weigh to push the whore down onto a bed of thick rough cloth and weapons.

[Fontaine Franguan]

Fontaine was unsurprised but still wary as Beyond took off his coat revealed his arsenal. He had some more weapons him, no doubt, he could tell by the odd wrinkles in his clothes whenever the man shifted, and with his mere piano wire, Fontaine felt...rather pathetic. He slumped slightly, undoing the buttons of his coat until Beyond grabbed him and pulled him close for a sloppy kiss, tasting like sour fruit that made the experience a thousand times worse.

He felt himself be almost crushed beneath Beyond's weight as he was forced down onto the cold streets, with nothing more than rough cloth and lethal weapons to protect bare skin from the chilly stone. Fontaine felt goosebumps rise of his skin, from a combination of the frosty air and dread from what this lunatic was going to do to him.

But it was his job. His position. It earned him a place in the Liberatore family, so he had to swallow his pride and smile. Fontaine had to just keep smiling even as large hands rummaged along his body, his hands scratching against the dirty street, flecks of filth caught under his fingernails as he continued to grin and giggle and moan and do all the things a whore did.

Since that was all he was.

"You're very welcome," He simpered.

[Beyond Birthday]

Let's make this a little more interesting... Franguan was talented at his job certainly, he knew all the right cues that so he could warm even a cold man like Beyond up. Still the madman liked a little horror with his pleasure.

"Franguan, in my right breast pocket is a bottle of petroleum jelly, fetch it,"he ordered as he pulled the boy's pants down. He usually carried it for when he was experimenting with strangulation or looking to prevent rope burns and cuts on a corpse.

In that pocket there was also a scalpel and the loaded pistol, and in their current position only the boy could easily reach it. He idly toyed with the boy, cold fingers caressing where the younger man was hottest, as he watched to see what the new recruit would do. Try to kill his superior, or just recoil in fear of what sort of person was about to invade him.

[Fontaine Franguan]

Fontaine shuddered as Beyond fondled him, but obediently did as he was told, brushing against the sharp blade of the scapel and barrel of the gun as he hooked his trembling fingers around the little tube.

"Here," He said breathlessly, pushing it into his hands. He knew Beyond was insane, of course he was, but did he want to add a more deviant flavor to sex? Blood, or choking, both seemed typical of such a ruthless man, and the French boy wasn't fond of either of them. At least he was using lubricant.

"Please, hurry," He moaned again, louder this time as Beyond's fingers worked relentlessly.