bsumone | ❝ You’re a good-lookin’ man. ❞

One of the perks of having a reputation like his was that people didn’t often bother him. Well, the people who knew him. Django’s reputation spread far and wide, across worlds and different dimensions. Chances are, if you’re on the run, it’s his name you dread to hear. Like most bounty hunters, ethics never came into play. He didn’t let things like that muddy the waters.

Django’s in the game for two things and two things only: the money and the thrill.

Today found him in some dusty little saloon reminiscent of some Earth Western movie. He spent a lot of time in places like these. He dug that cowboy/outlaw aesthetic. Color him eccentric.

No more than the kid who just walked in the door. The one who earned a few groans as he made his way to the bar. Django didn’t even have to look to know who it was. He bothered to give him a nod, tipping his hat in greeting.

“Chasin.”

Chasin had a reputation for being an annoyance to bounty hunters. He didn't use traditional methods and yet his ways worked. He'd made decent money. But he didn't bother to respect those who were older than him, didn't care if they felt he was too wild or chaotic. All he cared about was that he made good money and that he was able to afford to come to bounty bars like this now.

Plopping his ass down as he ignored the groans and glares around him, he waved to get the bartender's attention. "I'll have what he's having," he declared as he pointed a thumb at Django, with a bright grin.

Then he looked over at the older man.

"Fancy meeting you here. After someone fun?" He tilted his head causing the beads in his hair to rattle as a result. One of the many reasons why others didn't like him. He was loud and bright and colorful. Everything different from the rest of them. Like he looked at all the things they decided to be and chose to be the complete opposite of that.

Truth be told, if they weren’t so often after the same quarry, Django would like the guy. He has good instincts and, if he can keep himself alive, a promising future. That’s why he bothered to associate with him at all. Django doesn’t waste his time on trashy upstarts. If their fellow bounty hunters would get over Chasin’s unconventional looks and methods, they’d see what he saw: potential.

But this wasn’t the sort of career where one could mentor someone else. It’s adversarial at its heart and even an admirable adversary was still and adversary. Helping someone get good took money directly out of your pocket.

“Not really.” No. No one exciting. This was almost more of a favor to an old acquaintance than a real job… Except that said acquaintance paid well and didn’t hire a bunch of people to see who could get to the quarry first. “Nagare’s after someone who roughed up one of his whores. You?”

Wow. Pretty boring mark. This was why he didn't bother to get close enough to really do things like that. Get close enough to people and you get stuck with stupid jobs. Ew. Chasin made such a face about as he picked up the glass that he got and took asip of it without really even thinking about.

"Mob boss. He betrayed the wrong people so they want him taken down and put a huge chunk on his head." No point in hiding that. Everyone here knew about the bounty and most just didn't want to bother with it because it would be too annoying and dangerous to get past the mob to get to the head. Chasin just figured they weren't clever enough to figure out how to get around all that. Boring.

"Looks like I get to make more money than you this time." He gave him a cheeky grin and poked his arm. "So does your mark have to stay alive?"

Oh, he wouldn’t take such a boring job if he wasn’t being paid handsomely for it. At this point in his career, he has enough money to retire. He’s still in it for the thrill. There’s nothing thrilling about what his old acquaintance asked. But he’s sure the mark will wish Django’d killed him when Nagare’s through with him.

“No, no. My old friend prefers them alive. He’s quite keen on inflicting pain and torture personally to the ones he feels wronged him.” There’s no small amount of distaste in his voice. But what happened to them after he gets his money was none of his concern.

“Better hurry on yours,” drawled, tilting his glass toward Chasin. “I might just go after your mob boss myself.”

Well, whatever that guy got off on, he guessed. It wasn't like he ever went to Nagare's place anyway. He knew about it but he just wasn't interested in his collection. So he pulled a face and even made a gagging sound before having another sip.

"Always knew you had balls these others didn't." He grinned at him then. "We could make a race of it. See who gets him first.

Which could be fun since Django had to get his other thing done first because he was doing a favor or something dumb like that. Chasin never actually did favors for anyone and didn't have any friends despite how many people outside of the bounty world loved him.

A faint smirk played over Django’s lips and he paused for another drink. It was all just a way to fill the space, to make it seem like he was considering the game Chasin offered.

“What do I get when I win?”

That made him laugh and he leaned over to poke at the man's arm. Other people were so scared of this guy but he never had been. He just thought he was great fun. Especially when they made bets in little games like this. "You know that's not how it wooooorks."

He laughed and put his chin on his hand. "Name your price and then I'll name mine."

That lack of fear is something that made Django like this kid. He was irreverent and mouthy, but he still had respect for people who respected him. Probably why they actually go on well. Neither of them took it personally if the other one-upped them. The job got done and that’s what mattered. They were both professionals.

Django threw back the rest of his drink. He let his eyes drift over Chasin, not even bothering to hide the suggestion in them. That’s how their game evolved. It used to be give me half of your next three bounties. At some point, it led to them fucking – probably because they both thought the other would refuse.

A mischievous smile turned up the older hunter’s lips. “You in a slinky little dress.”

Really? That was it? He was almost disappointed. Tapping his chin, he pursed his lips as he put some thought into it, even humming as he did so. "Hmmmmmm..."

What would he have Django do? He had to match that one, after all. No fair to escalate it or do something more simple. Then he grinned when he came up with the perfect thing. "You in cuffs on a chair while you get a ride."

That would be fun. Well actually either of them would be fucking fantastic. Holding out his hand to him, he cocked his head to the side. "Deal?"

Sorry, Chasin. You’ve got nice legs and Django wouldn’t mind seeing more of them… before wrapping them around his waist.

The thing about their games was that, for the most part, they both win. Oh, someone walked away with heavier pockets than the other, but this little wager would leave them both satisfied in one way, if not another.

Django grinned and took the offered hand to shake on their bet. “I’ll even finish my other job first to give you a head start. You know, to make it fair.”

"Woooooah. That's so generous of you. I'll keep that to myself so people don't lose the whole thinking you're terrifying thing."

He laughed and then shook the hand. Deal made. Now they could finish their drinks and go on their way. Who would win? Well that was a crap shoot and that was what made it so fucking fun.

"Don't forget that I won the last time. So I've got a chance here!"

“Mighty kind of you to think of my reputation,” he quipped. Though his voice was deadpan, Chasin can probably figure out he’s joking. A lot of people misread him as being a completely serious fellow when, in fact, he’s not.

Those dark eyes turn back to his glass, a finger trailing around the rim. Last time. Last time had been a lot of fun. Both the hunt and letting Chasin claim his prize for the win.

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” he purred.

"That's me. The kindest person you've ever met." What a load of shit. Chasin was a selfish brat with dreams of getting big enough to rise above everyone around him. He wasn't at all kind. It was probably why he got along so well with Django. They had their own agendas and they both respected the other for that fact.

Grinning, he downed his drink then tapped to get another one.

"I bet you didn't. You looked like you had a blast."

Django snorted. He’d never admit it to Chasin, but the kid reminded him of himself when he was younger. Maybe even a little now. Plus, it irritated the other bounty hunters that Chasin not only had the balls to approach Django without any ounce of fear. But Django tolerated him, too. Double whammy.

“Don’t say that too loud. I don’t want anyone to know I have fun.”

"They all hate me too much to believe me anyway."

Chasin knew what everyone thought of him. He knew and he just didn't give a shit. If they were too stupid to realize that he could one up them and respect him? That was their own damn problem. Besides, it wasn't like he was here to win a popularity contest. He was here to get bounties while he fulfilled his dreams.

"I could probably shout it and someone would throw a drink at me and tell me to shut the fuck up then ignore me again."

“Oh, don’t do that,” he muttered, mock concern coming across his features. “I wouldn’t want to get hit by mistake. You know how bad their aim can be.”

Leaning over, he pointed at one of them over his shoulder. "Especially him. One time he had to bring in someone dead, right? Shot his brother in the fucking shoulder instead."

He snorted and giggled a bit then rubbed his fingers together like he was moving money around. "They argued about it for so long I just walked in and got the bounty and walked out. Better part was that someone was paying more to have the guy brought in alive and they didn't bother to wait to hear that part."

“Work smarter, not harder.”

But one still has to master a few basic skills in this line of work. Weaponry being one such skill. A knowledge of many was even better. Drugs and poisons, to sedate or kill or anything in between. Subterfuge and chicanery never hurt.

“Someone who can’t even be bothered to listen to the criteria to get paid doesn’t belong in this line of work.” Every syllable dripped with derision.

"That's what I said. It wasn't like it would hurt to wait five more minutes to see if someone else has a bounty on the same person for more money."

He rolled his eyes and dipped his finger into his drink to play with the ice before bring it to his lips to suck off the alcohol. When he popped it out, he looked over at Django.

"That's why you're more interesting than the rest of them. You pay attention. And it helps that you're pretty good in the sack." He winked at him.

Another snort.

Django waved the barkeep over and tapped his glass. “On his tab,” he added, jerking his head in Chasin’s direction.

“Caught more than a few marks that way,” he admitted. He had no shame in that, either. A job’s a job and how you catch your quarry doesn’t matter. Catching them was what mattered.

“Where’s this mob boss of yours? Here? I’m heading back to Earth for a bit to find the one I’m after.” Trash, or so he’s told. Usually his old acquaintance was level-headed so whatever happened must’ve been a real affront.

"Oh no. If I'm paying for drinks then you're figuring that shit out on your own."

Tossing back his drink, he threw money down for the both of them before hopping to his feet. Shaking his hair out, some of the beads rattled in his braids. He gave Django a quick pat on the shoulder then blew him a kiss before heading for the door.

"Let the game begin!"

“You little shit,” Django grumbled with no bite behind it. He turned in his chair to watch Chasin leave in a very much a ‘I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him walk away’ sort of way. He didn’t care what the others thought of him or this playfully little relationship he had with the younger bounty hunter.

It took all of two days for him to finish Nagare’s errand and drag the poor sad back the man’s creepy little pocket dimension. He never paid for time with any of Nagare’s creatures, yet he was so graciously gifted a token that allowed him to pass through this space freely. Once he was paid, he started looking for Chasin’s mob boss. It’s never hard to find information on high-profile marks like that.

By week’s end, he had that one bagged, too.

Maybe a handful of days later, Chasin could find him back in that stereotypical Earth Western-style bar. Django knew Chasin would look for him there. One thing about the younger man, he never went back on his word – at least, he never had with Django. Neither of them did. They weren’t the sort of men to try to weasel out of a deal they’d already agreed to. They were smart enough not to agree to or offer anything they weren’t willing to follow-up on.

Something Django respected.

Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer this time, he waited until the flashy bounty hunter arrived. Once he did, they could decide on someplace more private to close their deal.

He'd been so fucking close. Yet he'd been there to watch from a distance as Django bagged his target. Annoying but only because he'd missed out on the money. Oh well, there would be other huge payouts in the near future so it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Chasin would rather lose to this guy than anyone else anyway. At least with this one he didn't act like he was better than him just because he won this round.

Going to the bar where he knew that Django would be, he plopped his ass down next to him, a bag slung over his shoulder. Then he gave a bright grin. No hard feelings at all. His rival won fair and square. He'd just hit a snag and hadn't been able to get in. Next time he'd win.

"So a deal is a deal. You won. Where do ya wanna go?"

Chasin patted the bag on his shoulder. "I've got the perfect number for it. Figured I'd wait to change there so I wouldn't fuck up the surprise of how great I look in it."

There’s always other big bounties. Especially for people like them who weren’t limited to one world. This bounty just boiled down to time. A matter of minutes and Chasin would’ve had the guy. That’s what put him and Chasin on the same level: they were focused on the job, not the rivalry. They didn’t waste time trying to sabotage each other. That would’ve been time lost going after a mark.

A slow smile curled Django’s lips and he glanced at Chasin from the corner of his eyes.

“There’s an inn just around the corner. Or we could go somewhere classier if you prefer. I know some places.”

"Ohhhhhh somewhere classy, huh? I usually only get to go to those places when I'm bagging someone."

Not that that was a surprise. He could afford the nice places but just one look at him? Yeah, he didn't fit in there. Not like he did the other places. But he knew one day his name would be as impressive as Django's and then he'd be able to go anywhere. It was a goal of his.

"Sure. Take me somewhere pretty," he decided with a grin on his face.

“Somewhere pretty, huh?” Django looked off to the middle distance, then threw back his drink and tossed some cash on the bar. Rising to his feet, he offered an arm to Chasin, no fucks given about what others might see or think of it. Surely it wasn’t some big secret that they slept together every now and then.

“I know just the place.”

Django’s pretty sure Chasin traveled the same way he did – or similarly. The how and whys of it working were beyond Django’s comprehension – physics and such weren’t his thing. It worked at that’s all the mattered. It was his personal preference not to open portals to other worlds in front of locals. So he led Chasin down the block and around the corner to a secluded alley before leading him through the portal to the most beautiful world he knew of.

It was a place where technology and nature existed harmoniously. It was the closest thing Django’s ever seen to a true utopia. The exact opposite of his homeworld. As he guides Chasin to the hotel, Django offered a sly grin.

“Ever been here before? They don’t usually let in a lot of tourists.”

Edited (typo) 2023-07-07 17:43 (UTC)

Chasin gave a little whistle as he looked around the place when they came through the portal. "First time. I'm definitely gonna be coming back though. Even if I sure as fuck don't fit in here."

But that wasn't something that bothered him. He didn't fit in most places after all. Too much of a street rat for the fancy places. Too much of a person with ambition and the will to make changes for the slums. Standing out and having people be unsure of him just felt the most natural.

"The rooms just as nice as the outside?"

“None of us fit in here, don’t sweat it.” Off-worlders were usually very easy to spot in this place. Django didn’t give a shit. The only caveat this world’s governments had was that the visitors don’t cause trouble. Which basically meant it was neutral ground. But, again, they didn’t let a lot of visitors in to ensure everything remained status quo peaceful.

It didn’t take long for Django to book the room. A nice one with a view. Not that they’ll be paying much attention to the view for long. Django tossed the keycard on the table as they walked in and gave Chasin a curious look, one brow lifted.

“Whaddya think? Just as nice as outside?”

Following after him, he looked around the place then grinned when they got to the room. Oh sure he still needed to go and change into the dress but there was something that was going to be a priority first. That fucking bed. Grinning wide, Chasin dropped his bag next to the door for the bathroom then went and launched himself into the air to belly flop onto the bed.

"Shiiiiiiit! This is fucking nice!"

Yep. Definitely as nice as outside.

He can’t help a chuckle when Chasin flopped face-first onto the bed. Django followed suit, but instead of flopping somewhere else on the spacious bed, he flopped right on top of Chasin. Yeah, Django had a playful side, too. Most didn’t get close enough to ever see it – most were too intimidated by his reputation to even try. Or they just wanted to one-up him. As upstarts often try to do.

Sorry, Chasin, you’re stuck here now. The dress will just have to wait a little longer.

“Mm,” he hummed in agreement, wiggling a little on top of the younger bounty hunter. “Very nice.”

Well so much for getting up to change right away. That was fine though because this was comfortable. Even if he'd needed to let out a little 'oof!' at the sudden weight on top of him. Wiggling himself under Django to be more comfy, he twisted his head to look back at him a bit.

"Oh so you're the type who likes a hard bed." Chasin grinned at him then. He was extremely slender but he had some muscle to him! Enough to definitely be hard compared to a fluffy bed like this.

Django huffed a small laugh.

“Oh, no. I like a soft bed very much. But I like any bed better when there’s someone between me and it.” Especially when that someone also happens to be someone Django likes on a personal level. Chasin’s fun, except when he’s serious. Django’s seen him work so he’s well aware what kind of man he is. Chasin reminds him of himself when he was a young man. He’s got a bright future, as far as Django can tell. He focuses on the work, but makes it fun when he can. He doesn’t feel the need to prove himself as a bounty hunter. He’s not into sabotaging others so he can get ahead.

And, frankly, he’s a good lay.

“Guess I should let you up,” he sighed. But he’s also eager to see what kind of slinky dress Chasin picked out for him.

"I mean, if you wanna see how sweet my ass looks in it then yeah."

He laughed and wiggled his ass under him as if that somehow proved a point. Then he looked back at him and stuck his tongue out, showing off that piercing that was there. Grinning after, Chasin settled down again, super happy to wait for freedom.

“Like I haven’t seen your ass before,” he shot back. Even as he spoke, he chuckled and rolled himself off the younger man. The bed was planet big enough for them both to sprawl, so just rolling to one side was fine.

Django did reach over and pat his ass with a smirk before Chasin could get up. “Go on then. Get changed.” Just so Django could, eventually, peel Chasin out of it.

"But you haven't seen it in a slinky dress." Chasin hauled himself up and wiggled his ass when it got patted before grabbing his bag to head into the bathroom. Right away Django would hear him whistle at the looks of the bathroom before he closed the door and went about changing.

When he came back out he was in a gold dress that showed off his back and legs real nice. And it sure did show off the curve of his ass too. He smiled as he came over and did a little spin to show off the dress to him.

"What do you think? Perfect right?"

It was Django’s turn to whistle when Chasin emerged from the bathroom in that shimmery little number that left very little to the imagination. Or rather, Django thought, just enough. It isn’t like he hasn’t to imagine – he’s seen everything Chasin has to offer more than once. However, seeing the younger man in something like this? Something that’s just suggestive enough to arouse even Django’s curiosity, it’s exactly what he hoped for when he said he wanted Chasin in something slinky. It compliments his body quite well, showing off his skin, and ink, and shape. Despite being a slim guy, Chasin’s got that lithe muscle that, covered by most clothing, remains hidden from the eye.

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Django gave him a blatant over and nodded his approval. The spin was nice, but that doesn’t stop Django from pushing himself off the bed to walk around Chasin for a closer look. He trailed his calloused fingers along the young man’s arm, over his bare back, across a shoulder.

“Looks perfect. But that all depends on what you’ve got on underneath it.” Nothing, he hoped.

There was definitely nothing under the dress. Chasin wasn't here to mess around. Well, not in that way. Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder at him. Oh he knew that Django was going to love what he found. And that was going to be really fun for him to see him discover.

"Guess you'll have to find out. I'm not gonna spoil the surprise."

Neither of them were there to waste time. Sure, they could play around a little – like they were now – but they both knew what they were about. That’s what makes hanging out with Chasin so relaxing. Even when they’re hooking up, Chasin’s easy-going and knew his worth. He’s not someone trying to prove himself to others. He’s only out there to prove what he’s capable of to himself.

And now? They’re both just ready to have some fun. That’s the nice thing about their bets. No one really loses.

Django ran his hand along Chasin’s side, slow and teasing in spite of his eagerness. He’s sure he’s going to find exactly what he expects when his hand finally dipped under the hem of his skirt to trail up the back of his thigh and casually grope Chasin’s ass.

He smiled more when he felt that hand dip under the skirt of the dress to grab his ass. Shifting his hips back into his hand, he looked over his shoulder at him. "Like your surprise? That touch was all me."

Chasin did love to make things easy for getting in someone's pants, after all. Or in his. Or his lack of at the moment. He wasn't really here for romantic connections because it just wasn't his style. And the fact that no one seemed to hold his attention long enough for it to matter. But easy fucks? Oh he was all about those because it was a great way to have some easy fun without having to think about it too deeply.

And Django was his favorite easy fuck.

They were both way too busy for relationships. But they trusted each other enough to carry on like this. That made things both easy and enjoyable. Django certainly wouldn’t keep coming back for more if Chasin was a bad lay. Chasin probably wouldn’t either if he felt like Django wasn’t satisfying him.

Django hummed in approval, sidling up behind Chasin to press flush against his back. He hadn’t bothered to take anything off yet, but the growing bulge in his pants was pretty clear regardless.

“I know we’ve got this nice comfy bed, but I kinda want to fuck you against the window first.”

Another great thing about Django? How fast he got turned on. Chasin hummed as he shifted his hips back so he could rub his ass right against that amazing bulge, smiling more and more as he looked over at the window. Right there where anyone looking up would have a fucking fantastic show.

He loved it.

"Do it."

In Django’s defense, he’s been thinking about Chasin in a slinky dress long before they arrived in this beautiful world and got settled into this beautiful hotel. On the other hand, it really doesn’t take a lot for Chasin to get Django riled up. Even if their history didn’t tell the elder bounty hunter he was in for a good time, his junior’s sexy and eager and that goes a long way.

Django pressed closer until he had Chasin pinned between his body and the glass. Did he care if anyone down below saw them? No, not really. And Chasin didn’t have any objections. It’s not like they were on the ground floor where they could be easily seen. If someone happened to look up, well, that was on them.

He ran his calloused hands up Chasin’s thighs, under that skirt that left so very little and yet just enough to the imagination – not that Django had to imagine; he’s seen everything Chasin’s got to offer before this. There’s no shyness or hesitance in the way Django goes straight for the younger man’s dick, coiling his fingers around it to begin a slow and steady stroking. At the same time, Django leaned in, nosing through Chasin’s hair to get his mouth on the back of the other bounty hunter’s neck.

That mouth made him shudder as much as that hand did. Moaning, he pressed his hands against the glass to make it easier to push back into what was being done to him as well as to grind his hips against the ones behind him. He was already running his tongue over his upper lip as he let his eyes slide partway closed. They'd only just started and he was already this fucking turned on. Not that that was a surprise. He was always ready to go with Django just because he knew the sex was going to be fucking amazing.

Pressing his forehead to the glass, he sighed at how cool it felt. "Fuck your hand always feels great."

A roughness to it that came from getting out there and being willing to get those hands dirty. Willing to put in the work rather than focus on all the prissy care it took to keep skin soft. It made for the greatest fucking handjobs.

Putting in the work was something Django's done for the better part of the last few decades. Calloused hands and a fearsome reputation weren't the only things he earned from it. Enemies, scars, a creaky joint or two. Right now, none of that really mattered. Right now, what mattered was that hot, young body pressing back against him, the taste of Chasin's skin beneath his mouth, the smell of him filling Django's mind with every breath, and...

Django chuckled softly, a mere puff of warm breath against the spot where hed dampened Chasin's skin.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about your dick."

Shivering from the feel of that hot air cooling damp skin, he moaned softly. Fingers dragging on the glass caused a smeared drag that showed where his hands had been only a moment ago. Just started but already such a mess. Exactly the way he loved it to be honest. No way would he want it any other way when it came to sex with Django.

A soft laugh left him after that. "Yeah? That excited by my dick?"

“Your dick, your pretty mouth, your tight little asshole.” The whole package turned Django on. Not just because Chasin was easy on the eyes, either. The sex was great and it never complicated things beyond the bedroom. Django’s got enough complications with fuck buddies who get clingy.

Returning his lips to Chasin’s throat, he continued stroking him. He loved how quickly things escalated between them and how damn messy it got. If Chasin wanted to get jerked off before Django pounded him into the bed, he’a perfectly fine with that. The weight and heat of that cock in his hand was thrilling. Knowing that he’s the reason Chasin’s hard, anticipating the younger man blowing his load against the glass…. It’s so fucking erotic.

"It's taken some pretty big dick too. But I'm quick to recover."

He laughed and rocked his hips as he dropped his head back against the man more. All to expose his throat better to him. Fuck dresses were great. He should start wearing them or skirts more often. Easy access. Nice and breezy. Fucking perfect for shit like this.

"Gonna blow all over this glass if ya keep this up..."

Not a complaint in the slightest.

"Oh, I know," he assured in a breathless voice against the side of Chasin's neck. A quiet groan rumbled against the younger man's skin when he pushed back against Django. Django, still fully clothed, rock hard, and oh-so-eager for where the evening was going. His hips rocked, grinding shamelessly against Chasin's ass as his hand worked quicker, twisting and tugging that sensitive flesh with only one purpose in mind.

"Go ahead."

❝ You’re a good-lookin’ man. ❞

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