Page 15 of Agony

“Shouldn’t we be inside when he comes back?” Fisher breathed.

“I want inside,” Justice’s hot breath caressed his ear.

“Fuck it,” Fisher hissed and spun around, yanking Justice further back into the shadows of the alley. He shoved the bigger man against a wall next to a garbage container.

Jerking down the assassin’s zipper, Fisher yanked up the bottom of his own hooded mask, dropped to his knees, and took the man’s cock in his mouth.

“Shhhhiiiit.” The drawn-out word was hissed quietly and both of the man’s hands caught his head.

Fisher smiled around the thick cock and tongued the slit before sliding his mouth down over, slicking Justice up good. Justice was all on board and surged forward, sending his cock farther down his throat. Fisher opened and gripped the back of the man’s thighs as his throat was fucked.

A door slammed somewhere down the alley and the distant sounds of cars passing came from the street, even though it was late. Voices shouting from a nearby apartment swept through the alley.

Justice groaned low and emptied his balls down his throat and Fisher swallowed everything the man had to give. Pulling off, Fisher jerked at his own zipper.

A few pulls and he’d be blowing his own load, but Justice yanked him around and shoved him against the wall before sinking down to suck him off. It didn’t take long with that hot wet mouth moving over his dick and Fisher grabbed onto Justice’s shoulders and released.

Slumping against the wall, he watched while Justice adjusted his own pants and then zipped both of them up.

“This is so bad.”

Justice tipped his head and caressed the side of his face with an open palm. And even though Fisher couldn’t feel it through the hooded mask, it still sent warmth swirling through his belly.

“Let’s get in there and get it done. I want to go home,” Justice said huskily.

“Agreed.”

It was twenty minutes later, and Justice shifted from where he stood. He’d taken up a position inside of Watson’s townhouse, leaning against the wall in the dark dining room.

He missed his dog, and traveling to Chicago with Axel had been on his mind, but because he now had a human partner, he’d opted out and left the dog at a boarding place he knew.

Fisher was tucked in an equally dark living room and Justice admired how Fisher could melt out of sight. He didn’t have that gift; he was too big to pull it off anyway.

They’d fallen into a pattern over the past few weeks that still amazed him.

He’d never really worked with a partner before. Sure, he’d done the whole Army Special Forces and worked as a medic for his unit, but that had been part of the job.

This right here with Fisher was a choice.

Justice had to admit he was fascinated by Fisher and he wanted to find out everything. It didn’t help that Fisher was wary.

And even though they spent most nights in bed together, Fisher remained elusive. Just out of his reach.

When he’d first joined Erebus, it had taken him months of scoping out Fisher just to be in the same vicinity.

Fisher was a runner when it came to people, so Justice had to be crafty and take his time.

Even after connecting for the past month, Fisher was still cautious.

The slender man moved like a jungle cat most of the time, with that dark, untrusting gaze. Fisher never shared much about his past and while Justice didn’t like it, he respected Fisher’s choice.

It had only been over the past several weeks that Fisher had given him a few genuine smiles.

For Justice, it had been a no-brainer choosing Fisher. When Savage had asked if any of the Erebus assassins wanted to pair up for certain jobs. Justice had been all in…but that was only if it was with Fisher.

When Fisher said yes to being his partner, Justice finally took a breath.

He’d thought for a while that he’d lost Fisher after the death of the former Erebus leader. But it had been the opposite. Rather than pull them apart, Solomon’s death had brought them closer in a strange way.

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