Mr. and Mr. Smith (Private for axysses and TheBlackStallion)

Name: Sion Ryder
Height: 5'11
Age: 24
Occupation: Master Thief/Personal Trainer
Sexuality: Bisexual

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The moon illuminated the night sky as the thief leaped from building to building. Tonight would be the big cash-in. The Tri-State Museum was holding an exhibit that showcased all of the recently discovered treasures from the Orient. Sion adored Oriental treasures because most of them involved the use of jade gemstones, which Sion always thought brought out his golden eyes. Standing perched on top of the electronic store beside the museum, Sion put his contacts in, officially changing him from Sion into his criminal alias: the Jade Panther.

He enjoyed the name the media had given him. They called him the Jade Panther because of how swift he was in his robberies and how well he blended into the shadows with his tight black jumpsuit. His colour contacts gave him hazel eyes, which was often the last sight some guards saw before they were knocked unconscious.

Scanning the streets, he saw nothing but a few parked cars which were normal for the area. He leaped onto the roof of the Museum, crawling on all fours to distribute his weight evenly so he made less noise as he crept around the building, yet another reason for his nickname. Peering in through the skylight, he saw the lone security guard. Sion opened the window quietly, hanging off the beams of the window before dropping down on the guard, knocking him unconscious. "Nighty night." Sion whispered as he dragged the body to a nearby broom closet. Once that was covered, Sion made his way to the exhibit, making sure to stay shrouded in the shadows.

[axysses]

Name: Azarael Solberg
Occupation: Accidental Vigilante/CSI
Age: 25
Approximate Height:190cm (about 6'3")
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Skin Tone: Golden
Sexuality: Homosexual
Alias: Reaper

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It was too predictable.

The case of the thefts by the Jade Panther have been pushed aside, deemed insignificant by his boss, but Azarael didn't care. He had pooled together his resources, studied the thefts and identified the patterns. Right on cue he spotted the Jade Panther knock a security guard out cold. He blinked his eyes, feeling the dryness of contact lenses invade his thoughts as he continued to monitor the thief's progress. It would have had been interesting to see how the Jade Panther disarmed the alarms and picked the locks of perhaps some of the most secure rooms in the world, but he didn't have time for that.

Azarael made sure to cover his face in the hood of his midnight black cloak. The gloves he wore were white, surgical. He made his way to the exhibition space, slowly, quietly. He would have to come in for work early if he let the Jade Panther go through will this theft. It was because of him that Azarael had suddenly been splashed over the newspapers as the "Reaper" that drove the Jade Panther away a week ago from the site of storage for jade artifacts that were going to be auctioned. But since then, Azarael had always doubted himself, and the Jade Panther continued to steal, and Azarael continued to write reports of what he knew was going to happen, but did not prevent anyway.

That all changed one afternoon - an afternoon that Azarael would have had been more than willing to forget as he hid behind a plinth, watching as the Jade Panther continued to take confident strides towards his destination. I have to stop this, once and for all. It's stupid enough that the police division are calling it quits on the Jade Panther cases. Not on my watch.

(Your guy looks so sexy XD)

Sion made his way through the Museum, passing by the Victorian exhibits and the Egyptian exhibits. He marked the pieces of treasure he'd be back for with his mind. One thing he'd attribute his success to was his photographic memory. Sion could easily memorize the layout of his hits with a single glance, making preparation for a theft a breeze. He reached the doors to the corridor which held all the treasures he yearned for. He photographic memory made it easy for him to memorize anything, including the several laws and theories of science. When Sion wasn't at work or off theiving, he was creating new tools for his assistance in thievery. One of his latest inventions was the pair of contacts he was wearing now. With just a blink of the eye, Sion activated the lenses, brightening his vision just enough to see inside the lock. The lenses doubled as mini-flashlights. The brilliance of the gadget was that the light and its intensity was only visible by Sion, allowing him to illuminate certain areas without being detected.

Peering into the lock, he analyzed its mechanisms, trying to match its build with the numerous amount of locks Sion had read about. It didn't register at all. It perplexed Sion for a moment. 'This doesn't make sense.' Sion thought to himself. He knew everything about locks. He spent years learning about them. He took a closer look into the mechanism, and spotted something. There was something wrong with the depth. It was a few millimetres off. Sion blinked again, making the light more focused on the back of the lock mechanism. It didn't look normal for a lock at all. That's when it hit him.

'It's a fake.' Sion thought. He had to admit, it was a clever ruse. Anyone who would try and pick the lock would push that fake wall at the end of the mechanism, triggering an alarm. Sion backed away looking around the large room. 'Alright, if its going to set of an alarm, there has to be some sort of control unit to reset the alarm near here.' Sion scanned the room with his eyes, scanning the blueprints to the museum in his head at the same time. He slowly crawled on all fours over a wall in the far south corner of the room. Running his hand over the wall, he felt a sudden weight difference in one of the tiles. He pressed down on the tile, causing the tile to pull back and reveal a control unit. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small device, no bigger than a flash drive and attached it to the top of the unit. In just a few seconds, letters came up in the display of the unit, saying "All Alarms Offline".

Sion smiled, taking his hacking mechanism off the control unit and heading over to the doors, opening them. Walking in, he saw the treasure he was after in the center of the room: the Emperor's Amulet. It was a huge jade gemstone hung on a pure gold necklace. Sion limbered up, his artificial tail wagging happily. "Come to Daddy." Sion whispered as he crawled slowly to the artifact. Then he stopped. This was too easy. Blinking his eyes, he activated the infrared vision of his contacts, revealing hundreds of laser grids covering the room. 'But it said all alarms offline.' Sion thought. It perplexed him when he felt his ears twitch. Someone was coming. Sion jumped into the air, latching onto the sealing with the sticky substance of his gloves and feet, waiting for the approaching person.

[axysses]

(Haha thanks, I like sexy bespectacled guys XD Sion is like "woah" kind of sexy. And a genius + personal trainer?! Life is so unfair! XD)

Azarael watched closely, not daring to make a sound as the Jade Panther deactivated the alarms. The doors opened readily for the thief, but as Azarael slowly stood to follow him in, he could hear the thief talking to himself, questioning the existence of the traps laid out for him. He had a good mind to lock Sion inside the room, activate the alarm and flee the scene to save him the trouble of having a head-on clash with the genius thief there and then, but Azarael continued to watch, fascinated.

And suddenly, the man jumped. Azarael thought him crazy: did he intend to give away his presence? But the thief never came down. And when Azarael heard footsteps, he understood why. He wrapped his cloak around him, sticking close to the wall and melting into the shadows. The patrolman for tonight was making his rounds, and he had noticed the door to the exhibit opened. He has his gun out... that can't be good, for the Jade Panther and for myself, Azarael thought as he shifted closer to the exhibit space, still sticking to the shadows. The security officer stepped into the room, completely oblivious to who he was dealing with.

"Is anybody there?" The security guard asked, looking around. Shrugging, he closed the door behind him, effectively locking the Jade Panther in. He opened up the alarm panel and inserted his checkpoint identifier as the system beeped back to life, but the security guard was none the wiser. He thought it was normal, and continued on his way, whistling perhaps too cheerily to himself. Azarael cursed under his breath. The man had just made his job ten times easier, yet he would have to decide if the Jade Panther was worth pursuing or not. He looked at the door warily, feeling his ears twitch as they tried to hear for any sign of movement behind those doors.

(Well, that dangerous combination is what makes him such a slick criminal XD)

Sion cursed to himself as he heard the door close. He had already calculated the variable of another guard coming across the exhibit, and was too cocky in ignoring the high chance that one would. Now, he was paying the price. He was locked in the exhibit. This was nothing too alarming for Sion though, he was used to escaping out of tight situations. What happened next is what worried him. He heard a beeping noise and before he knew it, the cameras were fully operating in the room, even more lasers were active and all of the museums additional alarm systems became fully functional once again. "Well things just got interesting." Sion smiled. "I was getting bored anyways."

Sion crept along the ceiling, making sure to stay out of the security cameras' lines of sight. He scanned the room, memorizing the locations of each camera. The first step in his success was to deactivate them. Sion stayed concealed in the shadows of the room, making his way to the first camera. He wrapped his legs around the camera, focusing his weight on his upper body so that he didn't break the camera with his thighs. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device that resembled a small cell phone. Positioning the gadget in the same angle the security camera was, Sion pressed a button and the device began to record. He moved the device in the same pattern the camera moved before stopping the device. Next, he attached the device to the side of the camera and pressed the button once more. Now, the camera will display the recording taken by device, leaving Sion free to nab the treasure.

He made his way around the room with ease, repeating the same process with every camera in the room. After that was done, he looked at the floor. It was lasers galore. Not only that, but according to the blueprints, the floor was pressure sensitive. Once the alarms were turned on, anything heavier than a penny would activate the alarm and alert the police. Sion smiled. "Piece of cake." Sion took a spot at the doors, the only part not covered in sensors. He took this chance to stretch a bit before running two steps and jumping in the air. Keeping the image of the laser grids in his mind, Sion flipped and twisted through the lasers, only touching the floor for a millisecond, not giving the sensors enough time to register how heavy he was. After a few more flips, Sion launched high into the sky and landed on top of the case. Sion traced a small circle on the glass with his artificial claws in his suit, cutting open a hole, allowing Sion to reach in and grab his prize. He put it around his neck, a lot lighter than he expected. "Can't wait to see how I look with this." Sion said to himself. He leaped off of the case, twisting and twirling through the lasers until he landed on the wall.

He stuck to it, crawling up until he reached the vent. Every room in the museum had to have a vent for proper air circulation, and Sion used that for his advantage. He opened the vent and crawled inside. He could have just gone home, take his treasure and call it a day, but he was disappointed. One amulet was too small a loot for him. He wanted more. The first thing he wanted to do was get that guard back for locking him in. He hated when people got in his way, which was odd, because he loved challenges. He put the amulet in his pocket before making his way through the vents. He exited out the vent in the previous room outside of the doors. He looked at the floor, looking for the footprints of the guard who locked him in. It wasn't long before he found them, his tail wiggling in excitement as he followed them, anticipating a good knock out for revenge.

[axysses]

(Oh shit he's good man :P)

Azarael watched as the Jade Panther dropped out of the vent, silent as a cat. All he had heard was a shade of a thump and the squeak of cut glass through those doors. He cursed at himsel for being a traditionalist - all he relied on was his acute senses, nothing more, though he wished that he could rely on some form of gadgetry. He didn't have the privilege, and he wasn't exactly an engineering expert. The only advantage that he had was that he was trained for natural stealth and abilities. As he watched the thief stalk the trail of the poor guard, Azrael felt he had seen enough. He needed to stop this and he needed to stop this now. He delivered a solid kick to the door of the exhibition gallery, sending it flying off its frame and the alarm screaming with it.

"I hope you're satisfied with what you have, kitty," Azarael projected his voice across the hall to where the Jade Panther stood mid-way through his stalk. "I give you five minutes, tops, before you're surrounded."

Sion turned as he heard the door being kicked in. In the gap where the door used to be was that man who stopped him from stealing a previous set of treasures straight from the warehouse depot. The Reaper is what they had called him. Sion only smiled, this so called Reaper ended up screwing him self over. "Actually, it's 4 minutes and 38 seconds." Sion told the vigilante, altering his voice, using a higher tone than usual so that it would differ from his usual low voice. "And don't you worry about me, Mr. Reaper, I'd be more worried about you own well being if I was you." Sion continued as he crawled on all fours seductively towards the hooded man. He couldn't see much, but from what he did see was that the man was muscular and tall. He looked well-built, and judging by the fact that he couldn't sense his presence before, he must be well versed in the arts of Stealth. Sure he hated when people got in his way, but when it was someone this skillful, he didn't mind. Actually, he was quite aroused by it.

He found himself attracted to men of skill. Men who could best him in a competition of any sorts, and so far this Reaper had bested him once, which was more than enough to turn Sion on. Too bad he wasn't smarter. "Just a little tip, you might want to think before you act next time. When the police do arrive, they're going to find a knocked down door with your shoe print on it, as well as some devices on the cameras that may be yours." Sion smiled at the man. "While there's no evidence I've been here at all." Sion turned around, wiggling his round, bubble behind at the vigilante. "It seems I've bested you this round, Reaper. But don't worry, this kitty can't wait for the next round." Sion made a fake clawing action, as well as a seductive purr before leaping into the air, escaping through the skylight he had come through.

He looked down at the attractive man. "By the way, you now have 2 minutes and 13 seconds. You might want to book it before the police catch you, you naughty, naughty thief." Sion smiled at the man once more before throwing a small vial at the hooded man. As much as it would have been easier to have the man arrested, it wouldn't be as fun if the Reaper wasn't out to stop him any more. "It's a strong acid. Throw it on the door where your foot print is and it will corrode the wood, effectively removing your foot print." Sion explained. "1 minute and 50 seconds left, I suggest your hurry." And with that last statement, Sion escaped into the night, returning to his home.

[axysses]

Azarael couldn't believe it. The man had effectively talked to him the entire three minutes and ten seconds and he had done nothing but stand there and be flirted at. He stared at the vial of acid. "Who needs acid when you make your own shoes," he muttered to himself. It was true: he liked the crafts, and the pair of boots he had on right now was a work of art he himself had created. There was no way that the police could track him down, simply because the tread was his own unique design. However, he would be the one doing the tracking tomorrow and he sighed.

"I don't get it though... why would the devices belong to me?" He looked back at where the Jade Panther had plugged his works of engineering into the cameras, hearing sirens screaming outside the museum. He had a minute at best, and in a flurry of robes he jumped, using the wall as he pushed himself to pluck the device with ease. That was one down, ten left. He kept close to the walls, continuing to blend with the night as he plucked each device out of their socket, accumulating a heap of metal by the time he was done. Should he give chase to the Jade Panther?

Azarael groaned as he felt his mobile phone in his pocket. He leapt and hung from a ledge on the wall, before pushing himself out of the same skylight that the Jade Panther had let himself out of. Dropping the devices to the floor in a cluttering mess, he flipped open his mobile. As expected, his boss.

"Solberg?"

"Ja, sir?" he panted into the phone, trying to regain his breath from that crazy snatching of camera freezers in the exhibit hall.

"We need you at HQ ASAP. Got an alarm at the Tri-State Museum going off, so I want you on standby with the others... wait, you're on the day shift, no?"

"Yes sir, I'm on the day shift."

"Aw shucks, sorry. I thought you were on the night shift. Anyhow, have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow. You might want to prepare for a long crime scene sweep."

"Ah, thanks boss. Ciao." He breathed a sigh of relief. If he had been put on emergency standby it would have been disastrous. He so badly wanted to catch that Jade Panther, and even as he stood on the roof of the museum he punched the floor, letting his knuckles bruise slightly. "Fuck it! Was so close..."

But now he had these... devices to lead him on another trail, one that could eventually allow Azarael to find out the Jade Panther's true identity. As he crossed the shadows past the police cordon easily enough, he started to take off his mask and cloak, revealing his casual ensemble of black shirt, pants and boots. He decided to take a jog back to his house: today's stalking session hadn't been much of a workout for him.

He reached his apartment soon enough, slotting the key-card in for his room and immediately heading for the shower. The Jade Panther had been... flirting with him? Well, at least he knew one of two possibilities: that the man was either a coward, or he knew his chances well. He thought of the sexy, cat-like suit that had wrapped around the fit body of the Jade Panther, leaving nothing to the imagination. He had seen the man's big, huge package. So the criminal was a genius, with a hot body and well-endowed... how unfair could life be? His only consoling thought was the possibility that he was socially awkward, but that seemed to be ruled out as well, seeing how well he flirted. Azarael lathered his body in the hot shower, feeling the heat rise in his face and down under as well.

The hell? I'm getting turned on? He bit his lip in frustration at himself. How could he be aroused by a criminal? No, Azarael was a conservative man with conservative, traditional tastes. A man like the Jade Panther would never do. Or would he?

Dressed in nothing but a pair of briefs, his hard-on wouldn't subside, even when he was long in bed and covered under the duvet. All he could think of was the Jade Panther, and it took him all of his willpower not to fantasise about the both of them together, doing it in the sweet throes of passion. He tried to divert his mind to tomorrow's schedule: work from eight to six, and then he would be meeting a new physical fitness instructer... "Sion", he had been told, was one of the best and most famous. Azarael certainly hadn't heard of the man, but he supposed he needed someone to help push him to his limits. His mind continued to stay as his dreams became nothing but that of him in the midst of fucking the Jade Panther for all the crimes he had committed, until he cried in submission to the Reaper's embrace of death to his theiving ways.

Sion leaped from rooftop to rooftop, eventually making it to his one bedroom condominium. He pounced onto the balcony, landing on the railing in a crouched position. 'Home sweet home' Sion thought to himself as he climbed down from the railing, onto his balcony. He slid open the glass doors to reveal his studio loft. It was a rather large complex. If one saw the apartment, they would not think the owner would be a personal trainer. However, when you had wealthy clients like Sion did, money came easily. It also helped to be a master thief too. Sion walked up the stairs, still clad in his suit as he reached the second floor of his loft which consisted of his bathroom and his bedroom.

He hated walking. After all these years of thieving, it was so slow. He preferred walking on all fours. It was much faster and much, much more comfortable. Reaching his bedroom, he opened the door, revealing the spacious room. In the center was a large king sized bed, filled with pillows. To the right of the bed was a large glass window with a desk situated in front of it full of metals and tools. He began to disrobe, sliding the suit off of his muscular body. As much as he hated taking the suit off, he loved when he removed the tail. His artificial tail was a separate part of his suit. As he removed his get-up, he stood in front of his full-body mirror, reveling in his chiseled body, his cock standing at full attention and his tail wagging uncontrollably. "It seems Mr. Reaper has me more aroused than I originally thought." Sion said as he ran a finger along the head of his manhood. There wasn't time for this. He had to create more gadgets. He looked behind at the tail, "Until next time my friend." He said as he bent over and slowly pulled it out. The tail actually was attached to his ass. One end was inserted into his entrance, much like a dildo or any other toy. This end was plastic mold, encasing a very sensitive device that deciphered how excited Sion was by the contractions of his anal muscles and transferred a signal to the rest of the tail to wag accordingly to how happy he was. Sion probably could have found a different way to do this, but he enjoyed it.

He hung the tail up with the suit in his walk-in closet, placing it in a special compartment that used a series of sonic vibrations to the clean the suit instead of normal steam and water. Sometimes he was amazed himself with what he came up with. He exited his closet, parading around his room in nothing but his naked body, which he enjoyed the most. He was a bit of a narcissist. He knew he looked good and he wasn't ashamed to show it off, even if it was too himself. He knew he would fuck himself if he ever saw himself, and he often did. He usually ended up relieving himself, as his sex life was a bit lacking. He found himself bored with most people. They were never enough to satisfy him, and most of the time he usually ended up doing most of the work. As of late, he had just completely omitted the other party and just used his own toys to provide pleasure.

His dick twitched as he recalled many of his lust filled nights. Sion shook his head, ridding himself of the thoughts. He had to get back to work. He had lost 11 of his trusty Camera Overriders. He had surrendered them to the Reaper. He wondered if he had enough time to collect them. If not, then the police would have traced it to whomever kicked down the door, and according to the multiple police reports, it would never lead back to the Jade Panther. The Jade Panther would never kick down the door. He smiled. There was no way they could trace it back to him now that the door was kicked down. Sure, it sounded like his crime, but there was no evidence that he was there now. The gadgets could easily be some other criminals and not his. The only person who knew he was there was the Reaper, and he knew he wasn't going to tell.

The gadgets weren't traceable either. If someone tried to hack it and find out where it came from, it would only lead them to a cat shelter on the other side of town. Sion took a seat in his desk, gathering all the materials into a pile on his desk. He blinked, using the intensity of his contact lenses to focus the light on the small circuit boards, using a pair of tweezers to arrange the wires in the correct position. Using a small soldering gun to fuse certain pieces together. It took Sion about an hour to repeat the process 11 times. All he needed to do now was upload the program onto the devices. He pulled out his laptop and plugged them into the side as the coding slowly made its way onto the devices.

"That's all for tonight." Sion said as he stretched out. He removed his contact lenses, placing them a small container on his desk. He turned his attention to his still prominent erection. "Guess all that's left is you." Sion said in a seductive manner. He opened one of the drawers in his desk, revealing a drawer full of toys. He shuffled around, before settling on one of his larger dildos. It was about 10 inches long, about the same as his cock, but a bit thinner than his. He sauntered over to his bed, taking a seat on the edge as he brought the toy to his mouth. He sucked on the head, getting it nice and moist before opening his legs wide.

He placed the tip to his entrance, circling it around his tight hole as he felt the waves of excitement course through his body. He closed his eyes, envisioning the sexy hooded man from earlier tonight. "Oh, Mr. Reaper, you've finally caught me. What are you going to do to me?" Sion purred as he slowly inserted the tip into himself. "Ahh! Mr. Reaper! You're so big!" Sion exclaimed as he pushed the dildo further into his ass. "Mmmm...kitty likes." Sion purred once more as he began to move the dildo rapidly in and out of his hole. He placed the other hand on his painfully hard erection, pumping it roughly as he continued to fuck himself with the toy. "Ah fuck Reaper! Fuck me harder! I've been such a naughty kitty!" Sion moaned. He continued to plunge the dildo into his insides, stroking himself faster and faster. It wasn't long before he felt his climax approaching. "Reaper, I-I'm-AHHHH!!!!!!" Sion screamed in ecstasy as he dick shot load after load of thick cum all over his body.

He laid back on the bed, exhausted. Running a hand through his golden and black locks, he removed the plastic toy from within him. "Fuck. Haven't cum so much in a long time." Sion mumbled to himself. He grabbed a towel from his night stand and wiped himself off. He couldn't do much else, his little session drained him of all his energy. Instead, he placed the toy on the floor as he crawled into his bed, pulling his black satin sheets over his head. As he closed his eyes, he dazed off into slumber, his thoughts plagued with the numerous sexual encounters he desired to have with the Reaper.

[axysses]

(Oooh that's hot!)

Azarael woke up, groggy from a dream he did not remember. Only when he looked at the pool of white on his belly and the smelled the saltiness of it did he groan. It was six in the morning, and if he were going to have the leisurely breakfast he needed, Azarael would need to clean the sheets and himself asap. He flung himself out of the bed, feeling the stick white cum slide down his abdominals as he stepped into the shower, rinsing his briefs as he took a bath. That would have to soak in a bucket of water while he left for work, otherwise the smell of cum would never be rid. In nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he quickly pulled off the sheets. There wasn't much of a stain on the mattress itself, so he left it be as he pulled on new bed linens. They were plain, white linens, but of Egyptian cotton. It hurt his heart to see it stained with his seed, as much of a good investment it had been.

He turned the stove on and let the kettle boil. The smell of eggs, cheese and meat wafted through his senses as he folded two large omelettes into a small obento box, for a breakfast that would be had at HQ. Steeping his tea with perfect precision, he took the leaves out not a second earlier or later, as per his own protocol. Ceylon Orange was so easy to become bitter. With the thermos and lunchbox ready he set out of his house, walking towards the police HQ.

(I think I'll make it shorter posts, so that I can reply fast xD. Long posts are kinda awkward.)