This time around Arandi is a highly trained assassin and does her job very well until she meets her latest intended hit's head bodyguard and things get very interesting.

Warning for language and sexual content all chapters and Dean has a pain kink by request.

THE HIT

CREATED BY BOREDOM

Arandi Remington had always been very hard to keep entertained. Even as a child she was easily bored. She learned things way too fast and didn't see the need to have endless things repeated to her as if she was dense.

It was at a very early age that she began to entertain herself and it was usually followed by police involvement so she had learned to cover her tracks very well by the time she was twelve.

Her dad fed up with her antics had her put in boarding school in Europe. Her roommate, Nori Yatu, ended up being from Japan and her father and influential member of the Yakuza. Not that Nori told her that but Arandi had ways of finding things out.

To Arandi that was a wide open door to pure adrenalin driven non boredom. She didn't beg, she offered and Nori thought it would be great to have an American girl to teach the ways her father was teaching her. Her father always said that you had to have contacts around the world to be somebody.

Nori introduce Arandi to her father the first time he came to visit and he saw much potential in the young girl who was already an outstanding beauty at her young age.

"If you learn the ways of the Yakuza your family must think you are dead." He warned her.

"My family wishes I was never born anyway." She had replied evenly not a sign of fear on her young face or in her intensely cold blue eyes.

"It will not be easy."

"Nothing good ever is."

Mr. Yatu smiled and he felt that he was being smiled on by whatever gods he believed in for this girl to be brought to him.

From that day on Arandi went to school during the day with Nori and at night they trained in every form of martial arts that existed. They were taught about guns and how to enter any place that thought it was secure.

At fifteen Arandi defeated their sensei with little effort, that was the same year that she figured she didn't need school anymore. She took the tests that needed to be taken to get what she needed and asked Mr. Yatu to kill her.

Arandi Remington died that year in a freak accident, her body burned beyond recognition. She went home to watch her parents and sister mourn a stranger's body and then headed to Japan with Mr. Yatu to finish her training.

It was on the first night in his house that he told her what he expected of her and she didn't even flinch. When he told her how much money she would be making she felt so alive and independent.

Mr. Yatu's family became her family and was accepted easily because no one dared speak harshly to Mr. Yatu. Arandi felt honored that he was making her part of his clan even though she was all American.

He gave her everything she could possibly want and need and way more than she expected.

Arandi wondered if he knew how much he hardened her heart the night he took her virginity with little care of how she wasn't remotely ready for him. She lay under him and waited for it to end but she didn't shed a tear.

When he was done all he said was that she now belonged to him completely and that it would never happen again. She never wanted to be touched like that again. If any other man ever tried to take her like that she would kill them with a mere flick of the wrist.

She became colder than ever and became the best at everything put in front of her.

She was shocked when one night Mrs. Yatu came to her room and Arandi thought she had found out and was coming to tell her to get out of her house. Although it was obvious that she knew what had happened she was not angry with Arandi instead she sat with her and taught her what eventually would make her the best.

"Arandi my dear I'm sorry that you had to learn so harshly how men can be but I'm here to show you that you as beautiful as you are can use that to your ultimate advantage. If you learn to please a man and learn his secrets to making him come undone with mere touches and kisses, you will become his goddess and you can get anything you want out of him."

Arandi stared at her but listened intently. Her lessons began that night on learning to please and be pleased. Mrs. Yatu knew much on the subject and she was right Arandi had men begging her to be with them and they would give her anything she asked.

She had her first kill on her seventeenth birthday, completely flawless and not a sign of who had killed the target. Easily attainable with her skill set.

Three months later she killed a trusted employee of Mr. Yatu who had been paid greatly to kill him and somehow Arandi had known and killed him without remorse in front of all. Mr. Yatu had given her the money left behind and knew then he had the best of the best on his side.

He had her killed one more time because he wanted no one to know of her existence, she was there only for him to call for when needed. No one would know she was alive except himself, Nori, and his right hand man Kamiru. Even Mrs. Yatu was told that she had died.

Thus began her life as an assassin.

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Dean Winchester stretched out his six foot two frame on his large king sized bed on his silk black sheets fresh from the shower not bothering with pajamas or boxers.

The glorious sheets felt heavenly against his naked skin and he wished there was someone else under his sheets because he sure could do with a proper fuck right about now. He hadn't been laid in months and he was getting bored with his right hand.

He sighed heavily as he turned on his stomach and slowly rutted against the firmness of his bed and the sinfully soft sheets. He was unbearably hard in seconds.

He had no problems hooking up that was for sure with his drop dead handsome chiseled features and sinfully pouty lips and dreamy green eyes with lashes that shouldn't belong on a man let alone one his size. He had women lined up in minutes with just a flash of his smile and one little wink. The problem was once he had them in his bed then things just went all haywire.

He was by far not a small man and was all proportional and yeah most women loved big cock but it didn't end there for Dean. He liked it rough and hard and that sweet slow love making crap could be left to the small dick crying for their momma little boys.

He had tried the gentle approach but for him it was like trying to drive with the engine turned off, it got him nowhere.

Sure there was a lot a woman who liked it rough until they met him then they were pleading for him to stop, that they had had enough even after he made them come so pretty. They thought he did it on purpose, they didn't understand that it was a need.

He thought lasting for hours was a good thing.

It was beginning to look like he was going to have to start thinking big and beautiful to fulfil his needs not that there was anything wrong with more cushion for the pushing or start pitching for the other team which when he was horny enough he strongly considered.

Right now he just fucking needed to get off or his dick was honestly going to fall off. He moved against the sheets again and moaned.

The knock at his door had him up fast as he scanned to see who it was. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was his little brother Sam and he threw open the door.

"Oh fuck Dean what the hell?" Sam yelped seeing Dean completely naked and hard.

"What?" Dean grinned mischievously. "It's not like you've never seen my junk before." He gave himself a nice heft as Sam turned away beet red.

Dean snickered and got back under his sheets. "So what are you doing here?"

"I'm heading to bed but Novak wanted me to tell you that he just got word that the Black Scorpion killed Doryman."

"Doryman? Are you serious? That man had more security than the president. I guess Novak wants us to up the security?"

"Yeah, this Scorpion guy is killing off one crime boss after another. He's going to outdo the Widow Maker soon and they both have bested Kill Switch."

"Whoa there this Scorpion guy is damn good but he's not as classy as the Widow Maker. Kill Switch was up the middle but who knows what happened to him, probably got careless and killed."

"Since when is killing for profit classy?" Sam snickered.

"It all depends on who's being killed. If you notice the Widow Maker takes out a lot of scum and yeah he makes the widow's but I'm pretty sure most of those women are grateful to be free."

Sam looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow as he loosened the tie of his very expensive silk black suit. "What are you the president of his fan club?"

"Maybe I am?" Dean defended. "I'm just trying to show you the difference between the three."

"The difference between three assassins that no one knows what they look like but kill for profit. I don't see any difference. Anyway we have the Black Scorpion to deal with if Novak is on that list of his hits."

"He won't get past our team Sammy many have tried and failed and have that on their tombstones."

"Doryman Dean?"

"Come on Sam just because Doryman had more security doesn't mean shit. They were all older than dirt. Our team is all under thirty so we're good. Just alert Matt and Michael and have them pass it on to the rest of the team." Dean squirmed still hard even though he was talking to his brother about security.

"Yeah ok." Sam turned to leave. "You need me to call Tiffany."

Dean clunked his head back against the head board. It was Tiffany or his right hand again. "Yeah Sam thanks."

He hated having to rely on hookers but so far Tiffany was the only one willing to put her ass on the line, literally, and take the hours of pounding that Dean could put out when he hadn't had any in a while.

He had to pay her ten times the going rate because she couldn't take johns for a couple of days after him. He sighed heavily again.

He just wanted a girlfriend that could put up with his manliness and his job of head of security for a Texas crime boss.

He let his mind wander while he got up and dressed. His mom and dad had been killed in a car accident when Dean was only four and Sam was a mere six months old.

They had been taken in by the one family member they had left. Their Uncle Bobby Singer and he wasn't even blood related just someone that served with their dad in the Marines and they had become like brothers.

Bobby's wife had died that same year so he figured he had to raise these boys so they wouldn't end up separated.

He did his best but having been in the service most of his life he raised them and trained them to be the best in everything they took part in and was the proudest man when his 'sons' graduated top of their classes.

He was even prouder when Dean signed on as a Marine fresh out of high school and went on to become the best sniper in Marine history.

Bobby had once even been in Homeland Security but when he started seeing things that were not right when it came to government officials he left before they killed him off for knowing too much.

Tight for money after a few months he decided working for a crime boss was probably not the greatest decision but they paid well and they admitted they were dirty. Honestly Novak wasn't all that bad.

Bobby always thought honesty was better even if it meant being behind bars for life. He had hoped for better for his boys when they came back home but even for them the government was slimy when Dean was asked to assassinate a family by the higher ups and refused.

He had signed up to fight the war for his country, not kill innocent children and their mothers with head shots.

He had been honorably discharged and given a ridiculous amount of money so that he wouldn't raise a stink.

Sam was discharged weeks later for no apparent reason but Dean figured the government knew how close the brothers were and they better get rid of both of them.

Dean didn't let his guard down so when one night he was drinking at a club and was brutally attacked in the parking lot, he sent the message loud and clear to be left alone by killing his attackers and making it look like a Marine General living half way across the world had done it.

Without words he proclaimed 'this will be you if you fuck with me again.' The message was received and the government figured having Dean and Sam Winchester alive was better just in case they came in handy someday.

Dean didn't so much as flinch when he found out Bobby was working for a crime boss and James Novak wanted Bobby to have his replacement trained since he was getting older.

Dean said yes and here he was three years later head of security for James Novak, Sam his right hand man, both with a tidy sum of money to retire with steadily filling their many accounts.

It wasn't what they had dreamed of becoming as kids but such is life.

Sam came back to the door. "She'll be waiting at her apartment."

"Thanks Sam."

"Are you kidding I really didn't feel like putting up with your all grouchy, grizzly bear, blue balls and all attitude tomorrow." Sam huffed.

"I don't get grouchy."

"Yeah, we'll ask Ruby that tomorrow."

Dean grinned. "She forgave me when I sent her roses for her birthday."

"Dude never piss off the chef of the house. Can you imagine the shit they can stick in your food?"

"That's why I always switch plates with Zane because she likes him." Dean said as he headed for the door.

"Anyway Dean try to leave the woman in one piece."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean grumbled as he headed down the stairs. He scanned his security card ran both thumbs over the screen and looked directly into the eye scanner.

"Hello Dean will you be going out tonight?" The electric sexy female voice asked.

"Yes baby girl are you going to miss me?"

"Would you like me to miss you?"

"Are you flirting with me?"

"I am incapable of flirting."

"Sure I turn everything on baby." Dean snickered.

"I'm always turned on."

"Oh baby now you're just teasing me." Dean laughed as he closed the door behind him.

The guards all had their separate apartments in five different buildings around the property.

There were forty guards all in all and all of them men. Novak had brought in woman guards before but they always wanted more from him and he might have been a high up there crime boss but he was all family man when he was home, great father, faithful husband.

Dean scanned his eyes over the well-lit property looking for anything out of place. It was a hard habit to break even when he was off duty. He headed to get his motorcycle out of the outer garage going through the whole scanning process again.

"Heading out boss?"

Dean turned to look at Chad and Zane as they made the perimeter of the property with the dogs. Three very large well taken care of rotts.

"Yeah I'll be back in couple of hours." Dean said straddling his black and chrome crotch rocket.

"Tiffany?" Zane asked with an amused grin.

"Yeah, unless you're offering up your sweet ass." Dean smiled seductively.

Zane turned red. "Ah hell Dean that's not cool, I'm not gay."

"That's not what Matt said after the super bowl party. Something about rubber gloves and a banana with whipped cream being….."

"I'm so kicking Matt's ass!" Zane huffed angrily.

"Exactly my point you thinking about Matt's ass but I really don't think Michael will like that." Dean started up his machine.

"Who ever heard of gay body guards?" Zane growled.

"They bench nearly five hundred pounds and make Dwayne Johnson look like a petite little thing. Are you going to call them gay to their face?" Chad asked seriously.

"I'm not afraid of them?" Zane said defiantly.

"For the sake of your pretty face and model hair I'd advice that you keep that to yourself or the banana might not come out next time." Dean added as he began to leave.

"Fuck you." Zane mumbled.

Chad smacked him in the back of the head. "Man, think before you fucking speak." He huffed as he began to walk.

"What?" Zane asked petulantly as he rubbed his stinging head and followed.

Dean laughed as he headed to the gate, running through all the scans again and then dealing with Matt and Michael.

"Tiffany?" They asked at the same time.

"Do I have it on my forehead or something?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"No boss but you're wearing your 'I'm getting laid' leather jacket and jeans and you're commando." Matt said with a smirk.

"And how would you know that?" Michael asked.

"Don't be jealous but come on Michael, Dean has got one of the finest asses on this earth besides yours of course and when the man hangs, he hangs."

Dean laughed. It was very hard to imagine these two six foot six over three hundred pounds of brawn men being gay.

Michael tried to look annoyed but his eyes quickly scanned over Dean's ass perched on the motorcycle. He bit his lip. "Alright so you have a point. Sure you want Tiffany?"

Dean grinned. "As tempting as the offer is I would never come between you two, no pun intended. And you are on duty."

"Excuses." Matt huffed.

Dean shook his head and leaned forward to take off unable to help himself he looked back and winked at Michael giving Matt something to chew on.

Dean knew that these men could handle him probably would love what he had to offer but he still loved the soft feel of a woman under him and that those sweet moans and screams of orgasmic release that only a woman could make.

He shuddered as the steady vibration of his motorcycle sent pulses between his legs making him harder by the second.

Tiffany was going to hate him tonight.

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Michael yawned and leaned closer to Matt nearly an hour after Dean had left.

Matt huffed in annoyance.

"He was just trying to rattle you Matt geez I don't have a thing for Dean." Michael growled.

"Everybody has a thing for Dean." Matt grunted. "Even Zane and his homophobia. I've seen him looking Dean over like he wants to lick the freckles right off his skin when he's out by the pool."

"Is that Zane or is that you?" Michael teased.

"Who ever thought freckles were hot?" Matt grinned.

"Let's get him drunk and play connect the dots with a permanent pink marker."

"Sure if you feel like have that marker permanently up your ass."

"I can take him, I'm bigger than him." Michael nearly pouted.

"Yeah, did you forget that time you pissed him off and he had you on the ground before you could even blink, half choked?"

Michael frowned his blue eyes full of the memory. "I just wasn't ready for him."

"Tell yourself whatever you need to get through the days as you steal glances of the man that will never be yours."

"Come on Matty I'll even let you lick a couple of freckles, as long as you don't enjoy it too much." Michael prodded and effectively changed the subject.

Matt looked interested. "You forget that our boss can out drink most small countries."

"Yeah, I forgot about that so we roofie….." Michael cut off when he noticed a slight glimmer from outside the gates. He had his gun in hand in the next second and was hitting the radio. "Zane, Chad get Morgan and Daniel, Randy and Ethan and the dogs we need the outer perimeter secured yesterday!"

Matt stood with a gun in each hand trying to see what had set his partner into motion and even though he couldn't see anything he could sense something was way off.

"Should we get Dean back?"

"We can't call Dean like scared little boys Matty but if we have to we'll wake Sam and Bobby, first let's see if the teams come up with anything."

In seconds the teams were on the move like a finally tuned SWAT team moving into action, the dogs were trained not to bark unless someone they had never come in contact with was nearby.

The instant the dogs cleared the gates they started growling and barking towards the same spot where Michael had seen movement.

Randy went in after them with the night goggles and his weapons at a ready Ethan and Zane flanking him.

Suddenly the dogs started whining and ran back out of the close knit bushes running in circles a sure sign that someone had a dog whistle.

The men searched the entire area and then met at the gate.

"Whoever it was is long gone now but I found this." Randy held out his hand and the object dangled slowly back and forth.

The men stared and Michael turned to Matt. "Call Dean now!"

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The reason Tiffany allowed Dean to come to her apartment was that she would already be home when he was done and she could just clean up and go to bed.

As a hooker she was used to not getting off anymore but Dean, fuck Dean was the only man that could get her there and make her like sex for a fleeting moment. Dean knew how to fuck that was for damn sure but he didn't know how to stop once he got going. The man was the fucking Energizer bunny, he just kept going and going until she felt raw and numb and completely over sensitive.

Dean had the endurance of a football team of teens but he liked it hard. Flesh hitting flesh and the sounds he made, made most porn stars sound like amateurs.

If she could keep up with him she would have fallen in love with him long ago.

Dean was completely lost in heated need to reach that fucking orgasm that was right there just right there waiting to be released and relieve him of the tension he felt right down to his little toes.

He grunted heavily as he pounded harder and harder moving Tiffany across the bed with every bruising thrust and he knew it was hurting her now by the pinched look on her face. It didn't matter that he had made her come three times.

That only made it hurt more for her but if she wanted him to be done then he had to hit it hard.

He closed his eyes and listened to her quiet whimpers wanting so badly for someone to be calling his name and begging for more, and moaning with pleasure that only he could bring them. He wanted to be able to kiss someone breathless, call their name, bite them, claw at them fucking feel every minute of it down to his core. He couldn't do anything like that with Tiffany or anyone else for that matter.

He knew something was wrong with him but where did you go to find help? Was in in the yellow pages under 'have to fuck straight through a mattress to feel anything'?

"Dean?" Tiffany broke into his thoughts. "I can't take much more."

"Just say my name like that a few times and I'll get there Tiff I swear." He moaned desperately as he thrust in to the hilt.

She began to do what he asked.

"Come on Tiff you know me better than anyone." He urged her, the only woman that he had ever been with more than once and he had to pay her for her efforts.

He felt her nails clawing deep into his back and he let out a moan of pleasure as his balls tightened up.

She cried out his name more in 'that's it' than pleasure but it was enough to push him over the brink and his body seized as he spilled his load finally into the condom.

It was over way too soon and he could see the fear in her eyes because his cock hadn't softened at all. He could go another round or two easily.

He heard his phone going off in his jeans and he got up to get it hearing her sigh in relief.

"What's wrong Matt?" He said seeing the caller ID.

"We had an intruder on the outer perimeter and they left a calling card you need to see."

"I'm on my way." Dean said as he rushed to Tiffany's bathroom to wash up. He dressed fast and threw the bundle of hundreds on the end of her bed.

"Give me at least a month to recupe." Tiffany smiled softly.

Dean felt his cheeks heat up. "Sure Tiff."

Once upon a time she had been a beautiful woman who had started doing this just to get through college. It ended up paying better than any job she could find and she never got out. She knew men wouldn't want her much longer so she had to save as much as she could and Dean paid her well.

He rushed out the door and she got about slowly showering and changing her bed. She made her way to the kitchen to get something to eat before crashing and screamed when she saw the intruder in her kitchen.

"We need to talk."

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Dean sped as fast as he could back to the estate. Things always had to happen when he was away and Novak was going to be upset.

The way to the mansion was a bunch of curves that he knew well by now even at night he maneuvered his cycle like a dream. This was another rush that he got, speed like this on dangerous roads with no helmet. Pure fucking adrenalin.

He was making a curve when he realized that he wasn't alone on the road. A solid black motorcycle sped up to meet him side by side but the rider's face was hidden by a helmet.

"Pussy." Dean called out.

The other motorcycle popped up on its back tire and sped ahead of him and Dean wasn't about to have that. He revved up and followed closely taking every curve too close to the edge.

They raced every turn and Dean thought he was going to come again in his pants just from this exhilaration.

Nothing prepared him for the other rider popping up on the seat of the motorcycle and turning himself around facing Dean as the cycle sped along without direction.

Dean's heart missed by just a beat as the little red dot slid across his chest and stopped at his heart even at the speed they were going.

He wasn't worried, the other rider didn't know the road curved out in the opposite direction suddenly in three, two, one, and the other cycle went over the edge and the red dot disappeared with the rider.

Dean made the final curve to the house intending to come back to the scene with his crew and find the body to try to find out who it was and who sent him.

The gate came into view and he could see his crew standing waiting for him Sam and Bobby included. The shock he felt when the red dot appeared again at his heart stunned him because the only people in front of him were his people.

He swerved his bike sliding down to try to avoid the bullet but pain shot through his chest and he felt wet hot blood running fast down his chest. He couldn't control the motorcycle anymore and he did what he could to protect his head as he began to slide across the road. He could hear Sam screaming and he was still sliding when the lights went out.

TBC

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