Elle

“...Are you always this charming after a morning blowjob or am I just lucky?" (Boyd)”
― Santino Hassell, Evenfall

“For that moment the heat, the mission, the miscommunication and confusion-non of it mattered. The only thing that did matter was the way their clothed erections ground against each other. The only thing that mattered was how it felt to run tongue against Sin's lips, silently begging for entrance.”
― Santino Hassell, Evenfall

“Generally ‘training’ went something akin to this:
“So what you have to do is—“
Shoot you in the fucking head with your own gun because it would be painfully easy to disarm you with the way you’re holding that weapon.
“Understand?”
Sin stared at the man blankly before raising his own weapon and unloading his entire clip into the paper target. He didn’t speak and didn’t even look at where he was shooting before placing the standard issued gun in front of him as he watched his ‘trainer’ expectantly.
The man, whose name he had not bothered to pay attention to, gave him a strange look and examined the target as it slid closer to them from across the range. His expression became incredulous as he took in the completely obliterated ‘head’ and he turned on Sin with a frown. “You killed it.”
“Yes.”
“You were only supposed to immobilize it…”
“Oh.”
Fucking civilians.”
― Santino (Sonny) Hassell, Evenfall

“What am I, your wife?' Boyd asked him, highly amused.
Sin seemed to consider that for a moment. 'You would need to exchange bodies with my new boss for that. You can be my slave instead.'
Boyd could not help a startled laugh at that. 'I don't know if I like the idea of being your slave,' he informed him with one eyebrow arched in challenge. 'The very nature of that relationship would imply I get no compensation and I just can't agree to that.'
'You get to be in my presence. That should be sufficient compensation.”
― Sonny Hassell, Evenfall