Author: magikhands
Category: UC Zan/Isabel
Rating: ADULT (as usual)
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Roswell or it’s characters. I just love to borrow them for my smutty writes
Summary: This story idea came to me as I was staring (for much too long…lol) at one of Tony Duran’s photos of Jason Behr. And as those of my loyal readers know, I love to mix up the pairings…This is a hard story to summarize so let’s just leave it as Zan is an assassin who is trying to get away only to be caught by someone from his past.
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I’m racing down the highway, my speed increasing by the minute, pushing my Ninja to its limit. My adrenaline is pumping and pulse racing. The wind is whipping around me threatening to take my breath away. I glance behind me and see the Hummer trying like hell to keep up but I’m faster and more maneuverable on my motorcycle than it is.
Over the roar of my engine I hear a louder noise, then a light is shining brightly on me. I glance up, not wanting to take my eyes off the road for too long at this high speed, and find a helicopter keeping pace over me.
“Shit.” I mutter as I pick up my pace though I know that I can’t outrun it. I look up ahead and know that I’m only about three miles from my freedom. I can practically see the border on the horizon as dark gives away to dawn. The light seems to shine directly in my eyes making me see nothing but its brightness but then all goes dark.
The next thing I remember is waking, and finding myself strapped to a piece of hard cold concrete. I don’t know how I got here but my body is sore and my head is pounding. I try turning my head but find that it’s held down with a leather strap along with my arms and legs. All I can see is a gray. Thick stoned wall and a wooden door in the middle of it. I struggle a little and find that the straps tighten. Just as I thought so I lie still and do nothing but wait.
My name is Zan, my last name, long forgotten. It was lost the day my parents were slain when I was 14 years old and left orphaned. I try not to think of that day all that many years ago. That was the day my parents made a discovery of a lifetime in the sands of Egypt and my life turned to hell.
My parents were archeologists. Together we traveled the world searching for lost artifacts. The find they stumbled upon that day was purely by accident. They were digging for a sacred burial sight for an Egyptian Pharaoh but found a strange black box instead. Because of that box, my parents died. But during the next few years I found my place in the world. Thanks to that man who killed my parents, I found what I was good at. Killing. And I thanked him personally before repaying him for the hell he made my life.
You see, I’m an assassin. That’s how I’ve gotten into this mess. I’ve just killed the ruthless leader of the Galactic Plains. I was paid handsomely but now I wonder if I’ll be around to enjoy it.
I didn’t have to wait long for the door to open and my captor walk in. I let out a breath and closed my eyes when I catch the glimpse of a shapely form decked out in black leather that lies tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair is down, flowing easily over her shoulders. I close my eyes hoping this is just some deluded dream but her scent permeates the air around me and there is no mistaking who has me.
“Isabel.” I breathe out.
“Zan. I wish I can say that it’s great to see you again.” Her voice is sweet along with her smile but her large brown eyes are glittering with revenge.
Her hand reaches out and strokes my bound arm. Out of instinct I try to pull away but the straps tighten their grip on me, digging into my skin.
“You’re not hurt are you?” She asked acting concerned.
“If I was, I’m sure you healed me already.” My voice comes out a little harsh.
She laughs. “You’re right. You took a pretty nasty spill back there. You really shouldn’t drive so fast and reckless on that bike of yours. I had a lot of damage to repair.”
Her hand continues it’s stroking as she speaks and I can’t stop the growl that emerges from my throat. It’s sound a mixture of aggravation and rising desire.
“What do you want Isabel?” I ask though I already know.
“I need information Zan.” Isabel said as her fingers trail down my back. My body shivers and goose bumps emerge despite the heat of the room. I silently curse my body’s betrayal to her touch. “You see. You just killed one of my clients along with three of my people to get to him. I can’t have that Zan.”
Her fingers continues roaming up and down my bare back until they reach my neck where they twirl through my long hair. Another course of shivers rushes my body and I bite back a curse. I don’t want her to know how much she is affecting me.
“I need to know your next target. I need to know who hired you.”
“Fuck you Isabel.”
She gave a devilish smile. “That could be arranged my dear Zan. But first…tell me what I want to know.”
I stayed silent despite the calm slow movements her hands were doing to my body. It had been too long since she’s touched me. A timeless battle raged inside as my body fought its reaction to her touch. I wanted her to stop but I also wanted more. I hated myself for feeling this way. I hated that she knew my weakness.
Isabel sighed and moved back a couple of steps. I felt the straps loosen from my body but when I tried to move not a muscle would obey my command. I fought it, clenching my teeth but it was no use. She was using her powers to bind me. I felt my body lift from the hard slab I lay upon. I was only a few inches up, just enough so she could flip me over onto my back, and then she gently placed me back down. My arms were raised above my head as if of their own accord and I felt those same straps wrap tightly around my wrists holding me in place.
I hate it when she uses her abilities on me. I’ve known about them for a long time and she knows me as well as I know her. We are both strong willed people, determined when it comes to things that we believe in. It’s hard to fight what our environment as pounded into us.
Once my body is free to move again I give the straps a little tug and feel their grip tighten as expected. I look to Isabel who is standing there and staring at me. I see her eyes roam my body and the desire that she felt was visible just as mine is when her eyes stop at my groin. I don’t have to look down. I know that my dick is hard and pressing on my pants, begging to be released. She knows how she affects me.
Isabel approaches and sits next to me. One of her hands is placed on my chest over my heart and my breath catches.
“Who’s your next target?” She asks quietly.
I turn my head from her. Mentally I’m telling myself that I can resist her. That I don’t feel her touch on my body, that she doesn’t make me hard, that her scent doesn’t make me want to take her into my arms and bury my dick deep into her body. I repeat these words over and over but my body is not getting the messages that my brain is sending out.
Isabel sighs again and stands up. She releases my belt and unbuttons my pants. “Zan, it doesn’t surprise me that you are being hard about this.”
I turn my head back at her as she slides my pants over my hips. “I thought you liked me hard my Izzy-bell.” I smirk using the pet name I had for her and trying to ignore that she’s stripping me of my clothing.
With one swift movement, she had my pants off my body and I lay bound completely nude and exposed. I let out a slow breath relieved that my erection is finally free but knowing that she’s standing there gazing at it makes me throb in need. She smiles down at me pleased, her eyes sparkling and I know she’s contemplating her next move.
“Let me go.” My voice is soft and gentle but not yet pleading. Her eyes lock onto mine and I can see them soften. She wants to. She hates that we’re like this, as do I, but this is who we are. We can never change the fact. I’m an assassin and she’s Chief of Security for the World United Council. The Council that is allowing humans to be sold off as slaves to other planets. The Council that has turned Earth to the hellhole it has become.
Her eyes darken and her voice is stern. “You know I can’t do that. I can’t allow you to keep killing Zan. These people are under my protection when they are here on Earth. You are making me look bad. Making my program look deficient.”
I shake my head. “These people that you are protecting are killing Earth. Making it a breeding ground for slaves. My employers are just trying to salvage what they can to save the planet that we live on.”
Isabel shakes her head. “By hiring assassins? They will run out of funds before they make a difference because the Galactic Plains will only send another one, most likely worse than the last.” Her voice softens and I can hear a hint of compassion. I know that she likes Earth. She has been here for a long time and has an appreciation for it along with its residents.
“And they will keep on trying.” I say. What she doesn’t know is that many of my jobs were not done for money but because of my hate to those that have caused my home to become what it has. I only charge money when I run low on my resources.
Isabel nodded sadly. “You know I need to find out what you know.”
“I won’t give it up willingly.”
“A challenge from Zan. Just what I was looking forward to.” She says with a hint of smile.
She reaches up and unties the front of her leather top and spreads it so that her breasts are bared to me. I close my eyes and tilt my head up looking away.
“Isabel. Please don’t do this.” I’m near pleading because I know that I won’t be able to resist her if she continues.
Isabel sheds her top and unbuttons her leather pants. “I wish I didn’t have to do this but I have people that need to know what you know.” She stepped out of her pants and straddles my waist. “You are too strong to break by traditional methods Zan. And you know I’m the only one strong enough to break you.”
I say nothing knowing that she is right. No amount of threats or torture would make me tell them what I know. Isabel is my weakness. She knows me; she knows exactly how to get to me. I curse myself for getting caught by her and being put in this position.
Isabel rakes her nails down my chest, over my nipples, making me hiss in pleasure and arch my back.
“I’m glad some things never change.” She whispers.
I open my eyes and finally look at her. She’s just as beautiful as she was when I first saw her five years ago. Before I knew she was an alien, before Earth was invaded by other species that wanted humans as slave labor. Her breasts are large and firm. I ball my hands into fists as they ache to let them fill my palms. My body becomes rigid as I fight all the urges that flood my body at having her soft, tone thighs touching each side of my body.
“Don’t fight it Zan. It will be much more pleasurable if you let it happen. I know your body wants me. You want me as much as I want you.”
She shifts her body and I can feel the wetness of her leaking juices on my skin. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning in need.
“Izzy-Bell. Please…”
“Please what?” She asks with a smirk.
I don’t know if I’m begging for her to stop or to continue. It’s always this way when we are together. Intense, desperate, and filled with urgency. Only this time I’m at her complete mercy and I know that she will get what she wants out of this time of joining. There is absolutely nothing I can do to stop her.
I don’t answer her but from her expression I know that she sees my need. That she feels that same need running through her veins. She leans forward and gives me a passionate kiss. I open my mouth and eagerly accept it, our tongues reacquainting. I let out a moan as her breasts press firmly to my chest. Her soft body lying against my firm one.
She pulls away and lifts her hips and positions her moist opening at my tip. I lift my hips and push in more. She throws her head back and gasps as she slides the rest of the way down on me.
“Fuck.” I hiss as my hands tug hard on my restraints wanting desperately to touch her. “You are so tight.”
Isabel looks at me and gives me a small smile, pleased by my comment. She moves her hips and her muscles tighten upon me. I push my hips up digging in deeper into her heat. Together we start a familiar rhythm.
The heat of my desire burns hotter as she rides me. I yearn to touch her, please her like she is doing to me. Thoughts of escape are no longer important. All my brain and body are concentrating on is the ache of release that has built inside my body. I pull on my wrists, the straps getting tighter and tighter as my hips continue thrusting up in my lover.
“Izzy-Bell…” I groan as the straps practically stop the flow of my blood to them.
She looks up and sees what has happened. She waves her hand and suddenly my hands are free. They immediately lower and take hold of her hips helping with her rhythm.
“Zan.” Isabel breathes out.
My hands drift up her bucking body until they cup her bouncing breasts. I lightly knead them, the tips sinking into their smooth skin. My fingers brush across her stiff nipples before giving them a pinch.
“Ooohhhh…yes…” She moaned as she rakes her long nails across my chest again and I feel the marks that they leave.
I feel her walls begin to tighten, spasming against my swollen cock. Unable to take much more I raise my hips and bury deep into her letting my seed spill out while I scream out her name. I knew this was exactly what Isabel was waiting for but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt her hands cradle my head as she climaxes with me. Despite my pleasure filled haze I felt her enter my head. It was a painful intrusion and I screamed out my voice mixing with hers. I felt her search for what she wanted and I was paralyzed, unable to stop her.
When she finishes with me, Isabel collapses on top of me, her breath heavy and her body weak. I remember her telling me once that when she did her mind raping technique it left her very drained for at least an hour.
I embraced her body and turned our bodies to the side. I relish in the feel of her warm body and embrace for a moment while my eyes were busy searching around me. Once I find the knife I knew that she never had far from her body, I squeezed her tightly against me once more wishing things could be different.
“Are you ok?” I ask, my voice hoarse from the screaming that my throat had endured.
Isabel nods and I know she is still with me. After a moment I reluctantly released her while twisting my body so that I could grab the knife that she laid on the slab we lay upon. I twisted back and maneuvered my body so that I lay atop of her, the blade of the knife pressing upon her neck.
Isabel looked up at me and I could see how much it had taken out of her to rape my mind. Her features, though still beautiful, were fatigued and she lay beneath me without a struggle.
“I could easily cut your throat and they would never know what you found out.”
“Yes you could.” She sighed. “But I know you Zan. You won’t do it. You can’t destroy the only thing left on this Earth that loves you.”
I clench my teeth knowing that she was right. I would rather die than to ever harm her. She risked movement and raised her arm so that her hand could caress my cheek. I pressed harder at that movement and actually let the tip draw a drop of blood, its bright red shocking against her creamy white neck.
“I’ve missed you Zan. I only wish…”
“Me too.” I say letting up on my pressure. I don’t feel so bad about the blood because her body is already healing itself, closing the pinpoint wound.
I take her wrists and pull them above her head where I wrap a strap around them holding them in place. I know that she will be able to get out of it when her powers regenerate but it would give me time. I lean down and claim her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper against her lips before getting up and quickly getting dressed. I walk to the door and give her a long look, my eyes memorizing every curve of her body as she lay there. I turn and open the door. “Until next time Izzy-Bell.”
“Zan…” I stop at the sound of her voice. “Your bike is near the entrance.”
I let a slight smile form but only nod my head in response to her comment still facing the door.
“Be careful.” I almost miss as I close the door behind me.
After I leave, hopping on my bike and speeding off into the coming dark, Isabel gets loose and dresses before she reaches her phone to call those she works for.
“The next target is the President of Tamblin Grove. I’ll have the details in two hours.” She hung up the phone and picked up the discarded knife. She gently caressed the handle.
“Yes…until next time my Zan.”
THE END
