Title: He Faught Alone Author: Adam E-mail: adam-brittboy@yahoo.co.uk Warnings: Bad language....some bad imagery...pretty bad stuff throughout. Rating: STRONG R Pairing: PK-If you can call it a pairing in this so far :) Disclaimer: Tom and Harry belong to Paramount. Sorry this is unchecked, but the last time i wrote this exact story, and waited to find a checked my computer got rebooted and i lost it! :) So i'm sending it now. I still haven't re-installed windows word so i'm using me head all alone on this one....good luck adam! :) Enjoy... He Faught Alone "So, he killed a man in cold blood?" The young lawyer asked, the worry lines deep in his face. Harry Kim had just been given his first case. The biggest case some lawyers may get in a lifetime. He was to defend a killer. The risks...he'd lose and his clients life would end. "That's right!" A large man, with grey, thinning hair responded. They were walking down a narrow corridoor, thick concrete walls on either side. The lights above adding to the entire sterile feel. It was a cold place, a place where killers lived and slept. "This evil bas..." "Mr Weaver!" Harry rushed out, halting the mans words. "I would prefer you keep your opinions to yourself. I will remind you this is my client and i will do whatever i can to save this man." Seconds went by in which Harry thought he heard the guard mumble something else before quieting. "What was that?" "I said," The guard stopped, turning to the young lawyer who was not as gutless as he first thought. "That you haven't got a chance. That guy is toast!" The guard continued on once more, sniggering at his own words. Finally they arrived. The guard nodded to the small box-like barred room before turning and retreating the way he came. "Mr...Paris?" Harry asked, quietly. Upon recieving no answer he repeated his words. "Mr Paris?" A blond head snapped up from the uncomfortable looking bed. The eyes of this man were a bright blue, even more so with the red veins covering what should havebeing white. The eyes were cold, empty. Seeing the man before him was still not saying anything he continued once more. "I am Harry Kim, your lawyer Mr Paris. I am here to..." The laughter stopped Harry's well practiced words, a look of frustration and annoyance crossing his face. "My lawyer? Did you come straight from school? What time will mommy be picking you up, cutie?" Tom Paris said, coming up to the bars , his hands stretching out and stroking Harry's smooth cheek. Harry jerked back as if burned, moving out of the mans reach. "My Paris, i assure you. I am fully qualified to fight your case, i recieved..." "Let me guess." Paris interrupted again. "Full honours in every class you took? Well kid, you're nice for the eyes, and that blush is just adorable, and i have this urge to take that soft face, touch that skin and..." Tom's voice had being progressively growing softer, Harry unconsciously leaning in. "RIP IT OFF!" Tom growled, lunging at the cage, though making no attempt to reach out and touch him. "I knew they wanted me dead..." Tom continued, still laughing at his earlier antics. "But sending me someone who's just stopped sleeping in the afternoons is bad even for them." "Aww, is the baby gonna cry? Does my lawyer want a hug?" Tom teased in a baby voice. Harry quickly hid the emotions he was feeling, but it was too late. "Oh Harry." Tom began, his voice now aroused, almost desperate. Like a fool Harry leaned in again, his over trusting nature all ready to scare him once more. "How i'd love to kiss those sweet lips." Tom licked his own lips, showing Harry what he'd like to do. "Kiss along that soft neck, rip that shirt from your body and..." Tom stopped for a moment, his growing hunger, and almost desperate need to vent anger coming out. "...and, oh Harry," Tom groaned, the look of arousal so sincere Harry could not help but be carried along with the erotic web, Tom was weaving. "What i would do to you Harry...what i would give to you Harry. You'd like to touch me wouldn't you Harry?" Tom asked, not waiting for an answer, nor expecting one as he stripped his dirty shirt from his body, showing a pierced nipple and small tattoo. A Dragon. Tom played with his nipple ring, tugging at it gently before continuing. "I'd lay back Harry...wait for you, beg for you to take me." His eyes never left Harry's as he took off his trousers, showing he wore no underwear beneath. Despite his arousing performance Tom was totally soft. His cock hung low, directly down. Ignoring the focus Harry was paying on his cock, Tom continued. "I'd beg you to take me Harry. I know you'd make me a happy boy." The anger was coming back now, this time unable to hold it in. Harry's face was against the bars, his hands holding tightly onto either one, his fingers white with the tight grip. "On the other hand," He said moving towards the bars, viciously scratching deeply into his chest from one side to the other. "Maybe i'd just rip your clothes off, turn you around and fuck you 'till you bleed. Make you aroused at the disgusting things i'm doing to you. Make up come as blood drips out of your ass. Would you like that Harry?" Tom asked grabbing Harry's head and keeping it in place as he forced his tongue into the youngs mans mouth, and pulling back almost as quickly. He laughed at the terrified and disgusted look on mans face. "Yes, i was right!" Tom said, licking his lips. "So sweet." To Be Continued