My Love

*Disclaimer* This story features some Smut and violence. The story takes place during the shoot out when the gang first enter the bank. Hope you enjoy!

                    Although his love for me is not as strong as the way I feel for him, I still couldn't help but become consumed by worry as the bullets flew throughout the air landing towards his position. Waiting upon the balcony that sat 9 meters from its twin, pointing my weapon at the men who played for the opposite team. My colleagues surrounded, doing just as I was, but below me instead of above. They stand back to back as the enemy slowly starts to creep in. Itching closer and closer until they can finally capture their prey. The Protector is what I am, I will shoot when told to shoot and kill who needs to be killed in order to fulfill my duty. I am Soldier. I follow the instructions given and do as I must without questions asked. My love, my Tiny gatito, my sergeant in this hectic war is who I answer to. He stands 9 meters from my location, atop its twin, doing just as I am. He talks in rambles. On and on he goes, sharing the useless knowledge that lives within his pretty head. Although I can not entirely understand what is being said, Judging by the smirk plastered onto his face and the obvious annoyance of those down below, his words must be of no importance to the matter in hand, but they are said solely to show his intelligence and control over what is happening below him. He likes control. Not only over himself, but over those around him. He craves dominance. He loves being on top as everyone else kneels before him in utter submission. Like this, he is able to gain pleasure. He is able to feel accomplished and worthy over his own well being. He can feel good about himself. When we are together, I am able to make him feel good. To feel intense, consumable pleasure even when he is not the one on top. He is submissive to me when in bed. I see it as he is finally able to let loose when we fuck. Maybe it's trust. Maybe he feels safe when it's only me and him. Maybe he likes not knowing exactly how our nights together will go. Or Maybe it's pure laziness. He would much rather be fucked into after a long day than have to exert himself. After long hours of constantly having to maintain control over the things around him, he must enjoy being able to transfer the dominance to me. To give me the power over his body and make him feel amazing. I love making him feel good. There's nothing better than to hear his screams of pleasure. To watch as he tries his hardest to keep himself from moaning but fails. The sounds in which uncontrollably exit his mouth as I thrust into him, as I touch him in the places he's most sensitive, and as I kiss him, all but on his lips. His involuntary responses when I make love to him allows for me to feel accomplished and pleased with myself. His personal satisfaction gives me pure and utter joy. I Also enjoy his meaningless speeches. Those that are very similar to the one he is giving in the bank. Usually he is able to speak all of that which was in his mind, but not this time. Before he is able to finish, he is interrupted by the words of our foe. Lies, terrible lies that are followed by gunshots. Boom... Gandía, The governor's security guard pulled the trigger to his Glock, sending a bullet towards my love. Boom.. Then another and another until finally he is the one to get hit. Up, on the tiny balcony just beside mine, Our leader, the man I've only slept with a few times, but who I still feel this irrational attachment to falls to the ground no longer able to clearly see the world around him. Pain, Strong, breath taking pain, is all of what is felt by the man whose life had just been ruined.