Never Before R
Disclaimer: I do not own this movie. The hottie Robert Rodriguez does and someday I will marry him ^_^.
Luna: Hello, humans! I hope you enjoy this short chapter. I worked hard on it. Well, stop listening to me and hurry up and read! Remember to Review!
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Sands stood next to the boy that had saved his life during the attempted invasion by General Escavilla. The retired FBI Agent had just passed by, and he was feeling rather shitty. The faint sound of footsteps approaching them reached his ears Sands knew exactly who it was that was coming towards them.
His empty eye sockets faced the sound of the footsteps, as he spoke to the young bubble gum seller in his attractive American accent, "Gracias, for the help. Now get out of here."
The boy stood still, bewilderment painting his face. Sands could sense the hesitation in the boy and sighed in frustration, "Don't worry about your fuckin' money I'll find you and deliver it. You have my word." The boy jumped on his bike and rode off as he chimed the bells.
The footsteps stopped halfway, the spurs on the high-heeled boots digging into the poor pavement road. Sands could see, through his minds eye, the legendary man he had convinced to kill the General. The killer of killers, the mysterious Mariachi that had gone through Mexico killing off criminals, the man the people called El.
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El stood his ground as he waited for the boy to get out of site and out of earshot. Once the young seller had left, he continued to approach Sands. His eyes absorbing the full frame of him, his inch above shoulder length, not quiet ebony, silk hair that hung around his face. The dark sunglasses he wore to hide the holes where his eyes should have been. Scarlet blood dripping from his slowly healing eye sockets now dried, decorating his face. He must be roasting under all that skintight clothes he is wearing, El thought. He couldn't help but grin, at the thought of seeing him unclothed.
El shook his head, trying to get rid of the blush that had crept over his slim cheeks. He continues to approach him, stopping two feet in front of him.
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Sands felt El's gaze on his body, making him forget the wounds he received during the battle. He felt a tightness in his loins; Pepe is waking up he thought with a grin. It surprised him to feel this way over a man, especially a man who he had just meet. An iron hard, fuckin' hot looking- man, his mind reminded him. He heard El move closer, stopping a few feet in front of him. Sands body aching to reach over, and pulling him into his embrace. I have self-control he thought to him self, I'm not an animal.
"I bet you had a peachy time killing off Escavilla," Sands taunted as he struggled to stay on his feet.
"You're bleeding," El managed to say, his brain feverish from the mere site of Sands.
"No shit, Sherlock."
El moved closer taking hold of Sands elbows, while the other man tried to push him away.
"Get the fuck away from me! I can stand on my fuckin' own," He panted.
Giving up his struggle, his feet gave away. He leaned into El, letting him take on his weight. His hands roamed El's torso, while El held him in his embrace.
"We should get you some help," El whispered to Sands.
Sands felt the loss of blood as his mind whirled around, then his body abruptly turned to water.
"Shit...I'm gonna faint..." His body fell into El's arms.
Cradling Sands in his arms, El made his way through the city.
Disclaimer: I do not own this movie. The hottie Robert Rodriguez does and someday I will marry him ^_^.
Luna: Hello, humans! I hope you enjoy this short chapter. I worked hard on it. Well, stop listening to me and hurry up and read! Remember to Review!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sands stood next to the boy that had saved his life during the attempted invasion by General Escavilla. The retired FBI Agent had just passed by, and he was feeling rather shitty. The faint sound of footsteps approaching them reached his ears Sands knew exactly who it was that was coming towards them.
His empty eye sockets faced the sound of the footsteps, as he spoke to the young bubble gum seller in his attractive American accent, "Gracias, for the help. Now get out of here."
The boy stood still, bewilderment painting his face. Sands could sense the hesitation in the boy and sighed in frustration, "Don't worry about your fuckin' money I'll find you and deliver it. You have my word." The boy jumped on his bike and rode off as he chimed the bells.
The footsteps stopped halfway, the spurs on the high-heeled boots digging into the poor pavement road. Sands could see, through his minds eye, the legendary man he had convinced to kill the General. The killer of killers, the mysterious Mariachi that had gone through Mexico killing off criminals, the man the people called El.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
El stood his ground as he waited for the boy to get out of site and out of earshot. Once the young seller had left, he continued to approach Sands. His eyes absorbing the full frame of him, his inch above shoulder length, not quiet ebony, silk hair that hung around his face. The dark sunglasses he wore to hide the holes where his eyes should have been. Scarlet blood dripping from his slowly healing eye sockets now dried, decorating his face. He must be roasting under all that skintight clothes he is wearing, El thought. He couldn't help but grin, at the thought of seeing him unclothed.
El shook his head, trying to get rid of the blush that had crept over his slim cheeks. He continues to approach him, stopping two feet in front of him.
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Sands felt El's gaze on his body, making him forget the wounds he received during the battle. He felt a tightness in his loins; Pepe is waking up he thought with a grin. It surprised him to feel this way over a man, especially a man who he had just meet. An iron hard, fuckin' hot looking- man, his mind reminded him. He heard El move closer, stopping a few feet in front of him. Sands body aching to reach over, and pulling him into his embrace. I have self-control he thought to him self, I'm not an animal.
"I bet you had a peachy time killing off Escavilla," Sands taunted as he struggled to stay on his feet.
"You're bleeding," El managed to say, his brain feverish from the mere site of Sands.
"No shit, Sherlock."
El moved closer taking hold of Sands elbows, while the other man tried to push him away.
"Get the fuck away from me! I can stand on my fuckin' own," He panted.
Giving up his struggle, his feet gave away. He leaned into El, letting him take on his weight. His hands roamed El's torso, while El held him in his embrace.
"We should get you some help," El whispered to Sands.
Sands felt the loss of blood as his mind whirled around, then his body abruptly turned to water.
"Shit...I'm gonna faint..." His body fell into El's arms.
Cradling Sands in his arms, El made his way through the city.