Let's Watch This City Burn

Tony sat in the VIP section of one of his clubs. He'd just finished a deal in the back, having loaned out 10 grand to a drug dealer. He smirked. If the man didn't pay him back by the end of the month, somebody's windows were getting smashed.

Tony was a very successful loan shark. Being born into the Italian mafia, he was bound to be one of the best. Though his father was violent with Tony, he learned what he needed to and was now not top on this business. He had everything... except a lover.

Which was something that was hard to find in this business. You never knew who to trust. And that included anyone trying to get into his pants. Tony wanted a real relationship with someone he could trust. Someone who would love him despite the lifestyle he lived. And that was hard to find in a town like this.

He sipped his drink, feet propped up on a table as he relaxed into the couch. He felt a set of eyes on his but he didn't look up. He was used to people looking at him for a number of reasons. So had good intentions, others... not so much.

John Cena, assassin exordinaire. That's who he was, and he had everything that this life had to offer. But he was missing something. He was missing... A lover. Someone to hold him at night, to help him get deal with it when things went bad.

John worked for/with his best friend, Randy Orton, who was the head of a very successful mob and a PIMP as well. John sighed. He didn't want to be in Randy's place. He knew the job was difficult. Itwas a job he couldn't do. Being a hitman was good enough for him.

He sat at the bar of a club, cradling a bottle of Smirnoff. It was unusual for him to have some time off, but he did, and he was using it wisely. He turned and faced the rest of club, his eyes scanning the whole place. They landed on a man in the VIP section who was quite attractive. He licked his lips and got up, walking over to the VIP section. He sat a little ways away from the man, his eyes on him.

Tony glanced up as he felt the eyes on him intensify. "Hello there." He said, a little smirk on his lips before absentmindedly mixing his drink with the star before sipping it. His body guards were somewhere in the dark background, hidden but ready to intervene if necessary.

With his job, he tried not to go anywhere without them. Hell, they were usually on patrol around his luxurious condo. And the watching never went to waste. There was always someone after Tony.

John smirked at him. "Hi," he said. He already knew about the guards, because he recognized this man now. Tony Lucceti, Italian Mafia. That made him chuckle a bit when he remembered. "You're Tony Lucceti," he said, taking a swig of his drink.

Tony nodded with a slight smile. "In the flesh." He chuckled. "So you've heard of me. But I've not hear of you..." He said, sipping his drink. "Wanna tell me your name?" He asked

"Not really," John replied. "But going against my better judgement," he said and held out his hand. "John Cena," he introduced with a slight smile.

Tony nodded and shook John's hand. "Pleasure to meet you." He almost purred before leaning back into the couch. "So John... you here for business or pleasure?" He asked. And by business, he meant a loan or insurance.

"Purely pleasure," John smiled. "I don't need any money, so you're safe from having me as customer," he added, chuckling a bit.

"Good good. I'm off duty for the rest of the night anyway." Tony said with a slight chuckle. He mixed his drink absentmindedly with the straw as he looked over at John with hungry eyes. "So John... what do you do?" He asked. Whether he took this man home or not depended on what he did. He'd find out ones ay or another.

John chuckled. "I do... Various things," he replied. He wasn't really trying to be mysterious. He didn't have a set job. And he wasn't one to come out and say 'Yeah, I'm an assassin.'

Tony nodded. That was good enough for him. "How about a dance, yeah?" He said, setting his drink down and standing up, holding out his hand to John.

John smiled and stood up, taking Tony's hand. "Let's go," he said, letting Tony lead him to the dance floor.

Tony smiled, pretty buzzed as he locked John's arms around his waist and grinded with him to the beat of the song, his ass grinding against the bigger man's crotch.

John bit his lip, holding back a groan. He moved against Tony to the rhythym of the music.

Tony moaned a little, letting his head fall back on John's shoulder as they danced. He was getting turned on.

John gripped Tony's hips a bit tighter, holding him as close as he could as they dance. He was already turned on.

Tony moaned when he felt John's hard on against his ass. "Let's go to my place." He berthed in his ear, already pulling John to the exit.

"Glady," John breathed in reply, smiling a bit as Tony led him to the exit. He was more than ready to get it on.

His driver drove him and John to Tony's condo. TOny pulled John out of the car, into his condo and immediately to the bedroom. He pushed John on the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

John grunted a bit as his back hit the bed, not from pain, but the surprise of the agressiveness. He smirked and kicked his lip, watching Tony unbutton his shirt.

Tony smirked and threw his shirt aside before hastily getting off his pants, not at all patient. He was already so hard. When he was naked, his licked his lip and crawled over John, pulling off all his cloths before nipping at his neck.

John bared more of his neck, closing his eyes and concentrating on how Tony felt against him. It was like he just couldn't get enough.

Tony moaned as John's cock kept brushing against his entrance. He bit his lip and stroked himself a bit before grabbing John's hard on and guided it into his heat, not bothering with the prep, he was too turned on.

John moaned loudly as Tony impaled himself onto his cock, the tight heat suffocating, causing pleasure to shoot through him. "Shit," he breathed.

Tony let out a long moan. "Fuck..." He whimpered at the pleasure, not even feeling the pain. He put his hands on John's chest and started grinding his hips, riding John, going fast at some times, others slow when he felt like he was getting to close.