The characters do not belong to me. Standard disclaimers apply. Warning: This fic contains rape, death, yaoi (male/male), angst, insanity and probably some other things that may require warnings.

“But Sir, I’ve wanted to kill him for years.” Sagat protested. Bison gave him a stern glare.

“Which is why you can’t be trusted with this. Your personal feelings would get in the way.”

“What about our agreement?”

“Did you truly expect me to keep my word? You are such a fool.” Sagat was barely containing his rage. He hated Bison, hated being under his power, hated his own cowardice for allowing this and hated being a pawn for the maniac to play with.

“I’ll do as you command, Sir.” Vega said. The Spaniard loved the bloodshed. Being an assassin felt natural to him. He seemed to enjoy his work. Sagat glared as the blonde left to do his job.

“Must you always decide on a fight?” Vega asked coyly. He took off his mask and smiled. He calmly moved closer to his possible opponent, a muscular Japanese man who was dressed in a simple white gi.

“The fight is all” he responded while in a basic fighting stance. He didn’t know how to act. His opponent wasn’t attacking. The lovely man with golden hair seemed to be flirting instead.

“Ryu, I’ve heard great things about you.” Vega said as he moved closer. Soon, he put his hands on the other man’s clenched fists. Ryu stiffened slightly. His dark eyes widened in confusion. His cheeks burned. The blonde smiled reassuringly. This enhanced a face that already achieved perfection.

“We shouldn’t fight. I wouldn’t be much of a challenge to someone as strong as you.” Vega whispered before nibbling slightly on Ryu’s ear. His blush deepened. His heart started to pound. His breathing became somewhat labored.

“Anyway, we could be doing much more important things. Enjoyable things.” Vega added with a light breathy voice.

“What could be more enjoyable than fighting?” Ryu asked, his voice wavering. He seemed confused, nervous, infatuated and various other emotions which he couldn’t begin to comprehend. At the back of his mind there was a certain indescribable fear. Of course, it wasn’t his mind that was in control at the moment.

“I could show you.” Vega replied, answering the question which was already forgotten. That voice cut through the years of discipline and training Ryu had. He blinked. He wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream. He never expected the fair-haired, blue-eyed beauty to be so forward with him. The fair one was moving his hands down the other man’s well-toned body. He did this with an apparently practiced skill. Every touch or the slightest bit of pressure sent shivers down the Japanese man’s spine. The lovely Caucasian knew all of the right places. His smooth flawless skin, slender yet firm frame, face where the word “pretty” would be an unworthy description, shining golden hair bound in a braid that reached past his waist all added the visuals to the sensual pleasures Ryu received. Everything about the mysterious Spaniard seemed so perfect. This was all too good to be true.

The Japanese fighter lost all of his defenses but he didn’t care. He was occupied with other things. He felt a slight shock of pain as Vega bit him hard enough to draw blood that was quickly lapped up with his tongue. The pain was reduced to a mere annoyance as ecstasy took over. Vega suddenly had him in a kiss that was so deep and passionate that he failed to notice the cold steel of a blade going through his heart. His breathing ended before he even realized what was going on.

To make sure of the kill, Vega quickly snapped the neck, before allowing Ryu to slump lifelessly to the ground. He chuckled slightly as he regarded the corpse of the brute who was defeated by his own lust. The assassin savored the coppery taste of blood as he licked it off the blade. He swiftly escaped before anyone noticed.