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A loud knock sounds throughout the quiet office, and a certain lavender’s head looks up from his stack of paperwork to gaze at the wooden doors.
“Come in.”
The door slowly creaks open to reveal a tall, built figure with white hair and wide, bug-like eyes. Said eyes staring holes into the lavender-haired individual’s smiling face. The figure in the doorway, named Nagi Seishirou, takes slow, deliberate steps forward into the room before dropping gracefully to his knees in a kneeling position, head bowed down with both arms planted on the ground to support his weight. The lavender sitting primly in the throne-like armchair before Nagi chuckles fondly, and his well-manicured hand reaches to pat Nagi’s bowed head, ruffling the white locks softly.
“Hello, my treasure. How was the mission?”
“It went as planned, Boss. Too much of a hassle to deal with the bodies though, clean-up crew is on it.”
“Ah, as expected of you, Nagi. Perfect as usual. Good boy.”
Nagi’s gaze arises from looking at the clean, wooden floor of the office to glancing up at the face of the mafia lord. Beautiful. Is all that runs through Nagi’s head. Reo with his luscious, pristine, rare lavender locks and that gorgeous face sculpted by the gods themselves. Untouchable. Only mine. Nobody else’s, especially not…that bastard’s. Reo, who continues to run his slender, delicate fingers gently through Nagi’s hair, smoothing out the tangles and scratching relaxingly at the scalp. Nagi closes his eyes, leaning subconsciously into his boss’s touch, before he suddenly grabs Reo’s lithe wrist and brings Reo’s hand down to cup Nagi’s right cheek. Nagi revels in the warmth of the lavender’s hand, before he shifts his face to plant a passionate yet gentle kiss on the inner palm of Reo’s hand. Reo smiles brightly at his treasure’s display of affection, taking pride that despite Nagi struggling with expressing his feelings, that it was only for Reo when he did so. Mine. Only mine, nobody else’s.
“My genius. Shall I grant you a reward for a flawless job completed as always?” smirks Reo.
Nagi’s eyes shoot open with a newfound determination in his eyes, only detectable by Reo. The white-haired man nods reverently, and the lavender mafia lord giggles knowingly. Reo leans in slowly, teasing Nagi with his lack of rush, watching the hidden desperation in Nagi’s eyes and expression slowly unfold before his eyes. When Reo gets close enough, he stops for a moment, smiling playfully, before connecting his lips to Nagi’s. The kiss is intended to be a gentle, chaste kiss, only meant to last a few seconds, but Nagi begs to differ. The assassin rises quickly from his kneeling position to grab hold of Reo’s small waist, lifting the mafia lord onto the table and deepening the kiss. The mafia lord makes a noise of surprise, before looping his arms around Nagi’s broad neck and returning the passionate kiss with just as much vigor. Tongues clash and saliva is exchanged for a good half a minute, until Reo pulls away with a gasp, desperate for air. Nagi chases him, lips choosing to press kisses and bites to Reo’s collarbone and neck in absence of his boss’s soft, pink lips. Reo gasps and whimpers quietly at the sensuality of it all, before slowly entangling his fingers in Nagi’s white locks and removing the assassin’s head from the crook of his neck.
“Now, now, treasure. Let’s not get greedy, hm? I spoil you enough as it is, you know how hard it is for me to say no to you.”
“I don’t care. Spoil me more, Reo.”
“Pfft, blunt as always, Sei. But, I have paperwork to complete and you have a shower and a nap to take. Go take care of yourself, treasure. We’ll talk later, alright?”
“Mm.”
“Wonderful job as always today, Sei. Proud of you.”
“Yes, boss…d-did I do better than…”
Reo giggles fondly at Nagi’s question. His two top assassins had always had a little rivalry with each other, constantly seeking approval that they were better than the other. What they had their rivalry over, Reo could only wonder…
“Treasure, Kenyu has not returned from his mission just yet. I can’t tell either of you which one of you has done better, both of you always do amazing. You know that.”
Nagi huffed in annoyance but nodded nonetheless. Reo unwinds his arms from around Nagi’s neck, and Nagi drops down to a kneeling position once more. The white-haired assassin takes Reo’s hand in his own, places a soft, lasting kiss on each of Reo’s knuckles, and rises again to leave the room. Before Nagi exits the office, he turns around to look at the lavender, who is fixing his disheveled hair and flushed face, before saying,
“Reo…will you be joining me tonight?”
“Ah…we’ll see, Sei. I’ll try to, but my workload may be too great, so no promises. Sorry, treasure.”
“Mm. It’s okay. I’ll see you later, Reo.”
“Goodnight, treasure.”
The white-haired assassin’s lazy, hunched form stalks quietly down the hallway and towards the direction of his personal chambers, footsteps silent as any trained assassin should be. Nagi sighs. Now I might not go to sleep with Reo in my bed tonight. What a hassle. Oh, well. I have plenty of time to crush Yukimiya and make Reo mine. Just wait.
…
A loud knock sounds throughout the quiet office, and a certain lavender’s head once again looks up from his stack of paperwork to gaze at the wooden doors.
“Come in.”
The door slowly creaks open to reveal a tall built figure with neatly-styled brown hair and bright doe eyes, accentuated by the pair of glasses he wears. Said eyes stare holes into the mafia lord’s smiling face. The figure in the doorway, named Yukimiya Kenyu, smiles back brightly before taking rapid, wide steps into the office and stopping in front of Reo, who has leaned his lithe body on the top of his desk with his hands gripping the ridges for support. Yuki lowers his upper body down to a practiced 45 degree angle, hand over his chest and head bowed in respect to the authoritative figure in front of him. Reo giggles at the individual’s overly formal antics despite their close friendship.
“Rise, Kenyu. I take it the mission was successful?”
“Of course, lovely. I wouldn’t have returned otherwise.”
“Mm. Always so devoted, hm?”
“You know it. The targets are taken care of, I made sure to dispose of their bodies properly.”
“Excellent as always, my snowflake. I can always count on you. Good boy.”
Yuki’s slouched figure arises from the bowed position and beams openly at the praise. Reo smirks knowingly at how much influence he possesses over the assassin. Stunning, and he knows it. Grumbles Yuki internally, as he admires Reo’s soft yet prominent beauty, those lavender eyes sparkling with mirth, with the purple shade matching the silky, flowing strands of hair atop the boy’s head that frame the sculpted face perfectly. A beauty indescribable, and only mine to witness. No one else’s…especially not that pest’s. Yukimiya is broken out of his possessive trance by a hand, warm and soft, cradling the right side of his face gently, and Reo’s alluring voice speaking,
“As much as I would love to stay here and admire your pretty face, Kenyu, your glasses do nothing to hide your eye bags. Have you been overworking yourself with training?”
Yes. I need to become the best, better than Nagi. I’ll show you that I’m the one that can take care of you, that can protect you with my life. I am right for you, not him.
“Ah, don’t worry Reo. I’m fine, it’s just that all of my commissions are arranged at night, so I’ve been lacking in sleep lately. Though, it is an honor for THE Reo Mikage to be worrying over little ol’ me.”
Reo giggles at Yuki’s blatant teasing, pinching the flushed cheek he’s holding and giving it a gentle pat, before pulling his hand away. However, before Reo’s hand could fully leave its station on Yuki’s face, the assassin’s frantic hand grabs the lavender’s delicate wrist and pulls the manicured hand back to the space it occupied before. Reo huffs fondly, watching peacefully as Yuki shifts his handsome face to the side and plants a deep, lingering kiss on Reo’s inner palm. Reo’s pretty face flushes a rosy pink, despite him being used to Yukimiya’s open displays of affection. Who wouldn’t blush if a man, who looked like he belonged on the cover of an exclusive fashion magazine, constantly treated you like a prince? Ah, the things this man does to my heart. It’s unhealthy. My assassin really knows how to play his cards right. That sounds nice. My assassin. Mine. No one else’s.
“Of course, I worry, Kenyu. It’s in my nature, and you’re not only one of my best soldiers but also my best friend. It’d be cruel of me not to care for you the way you deserve.”
“Mm, thank you lovely.”
“Now, how about I reward you for completing your mission as perfectly as always, hm? That sounds good, snowflake?” questions Reo, his lips pulled into a mischievous and devious smirk.
“Hell yeah, princess.”
That’s all the confirmation Reo needs before he leans in slowly, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed, planting a gentle kiss on Yuki’s quivering, waiting lips. The second their lips meet in a feverish embrace, Yuki moves in a rushed, brash manner, immediately crowding himself into Reo’s personal space. Reo barely has a second to place his hands on Yuki’s chest out of instinct before he feels large hands encircling his small waist and lifting him up off the ground completely. A surprised noise makes its way out of Reo’s mouth but is swallowed up by Yuki’s mouth still pressing insistently on his own, as Reo’s legs wrap around Yuki’s waist for support. Ah, I’m feeling a sense of deja vu. Yuki’s arms tighten around Reo’s waist, almost hard enough to bruise the lavender, and Reo in return winds one arm around Yukimiya’s neck, his other hand burrowing itself in the assassin’s thick, brown locks. The two stay in that position for a few more moments, lips separating and meeting again and again in desperate passion. It is only when Yukimiya begins to kiss and bite fervently down the column of Reo’s neck and shoulders that Reo can breathe and think a bit clearer. He hears Yuki make noises of annoyance and disapproval at the already present marks on Reo’s neck, obviously made by Nagi. Yukimiya proceeds to attack Reo’s neck more aggressively than before, and shameful noises leave Reo’s mouth as a result. It takes a lot of heavy breathing and all of Reo’s willpower to use his hand buried in Yukimiya’s hair to pull the assassin away from his neck region.
“T-that’s enough, Kenyu. Don’t want to spoil you too much, you’re difficult enough to resist as it is, you little minx.”
“Then why resist me, Reo? Hm? I could show you a good time…” Yuki implies seductively.
“As tempting as that sounds, Ken, I, unfortunately, have a shit ton of paperwork to take care of and you have hours of sleep to catch up on. Get some rest, my darling snow, and I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Fine,” Yuki grumbles, pouting slightly and gently lowering Reo to the ground again.
“I’m very proud of your work today, Kenyu, remember that!”
“Thank you, lovely…w-was it better than…”
Ah, this again? Reo thinks exasperatedly. What’s with this rivalry between my two favorite assassins, hm? Isn’t being unfairly talented in combat enough, must they really fight over who’s better? Such childish antics.
“*Sigh. Kenyu, both of you always exceed my expectations, there is no comparison I can make of who is better or worse. You should know that.”
"Alright, I guess.”
“Now go, shoo, get some proper sleep. That is an order.”
“Yeah, yeah, princess.”
Yukimiya nods obediently, returning to his previous bowing position and gently taking Reo’s smaller hand in his own. He kisses each of Reo’s knuckles, softly, lovingly, before moving further down and winding around to pepper kisses onto Reo’s wrist. Biting down on the flesh at the inside of Reo’s forearm, leaving reddening indents of teeth marks, Yukimiya lets go of Reo’s arm. The brunette leans in one last time and presses a chase kiss on the lavender’s blushing cheek before making his way to the exit.
“Oh, Reo?”
“Yes? What is it, my dear?”
“Will you join me tonight? I have an easier time sleeping when it’s next to you.”
Ignoring his flustered-ness at Yukimiya’s comment, Reo responds with,
“I’m sorry, Ken. I have a heavy amount of work to complete tonight, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it. I’m sorry, lovely.”
“Aw… don’t worry about it, darling. I can manage. Maybe next time, though. Talk to you later, Reo.”
“Mhm, goodnight, Kenyu.”
The brunette assassin nods in dismissal before exiting the organized office to make his way back to his bedroom, mood a tad soured but still satisfied with his rather…intense reward. Soundlessly and swiftly, he enters his bedroom, ready to get some actual rest. When Yukimiya sleeps that late afternoon, unlike his usual dreamless slumbers, a certain lavender-haired mafia lord plagues his sleep, unexpected but not unwelcome.
…
“Ugh, I am definitely not mentally prepared to deal with you right now.” complains a certain brunette assassin, who had just roused from his sleep and was headed to Reo’s office.
“Likewise.” a curt reply is provided by a slouched, annoyed-looking white-haired assassin.
The two trained soldiers proceed to have a long, silent staring contest directly outside the opened doors of Reo’s main office, neither of them willing to converse with the other or deal with the consequences of fighting. An exasperated but endlessly fond sigh breaks their competition.
“Are you two boys just going to stand outside my office glaring each other into the ground, or are you going to come in and greet your lovely, patient boss, hm?”
Nagi and Yukimiya’s heads immediately perk up and turn to stare at the lavender-haired individual that had regarded them. They exchange one final annoyed side-eye before entering the brightly lit office of their mafia boss, who sits patiently, waiting for them in his armchair, legs crossed and fingers intertwined in a scheming manner. Nagi automatically goes to lay his head on Reo’s lap, hunching over more than usual to kneel on the ground and lean his head against one of Reo’s legs. Reo giggles fondly and busies one of his hands with carding through Nagi’s white locks comfortingly. Nagi sighs deeply in relaxation and contentness, nuzzling further into Reo’s affectionate touch. Yukimiya, paying witness to this exchange, seethes in jealousy and proceeds to walk behind Reo’s armchair, stopping next to the mafia lord. Reo’s occupied hand is grabbed gently and placed on a soft cheek, and Reo looks up to see Yukimiya holding Reo’s hand to his face and leaning into the touch as well. The lavender smiles, knowing how much power he holds over the two incredibly skilled and deadly individuals in the room, who are battling silently for his affection.
“Y’know, it’s actually very convenient that the both of you are here at the same time. I have a new assignment for you two, and this job cannot be ignored or failed. That’s why you two will be partnering up.”
At the announcement, the two assassins startle out of their peaceful state and exchange shocked glances at each other and Reo, before scowling at the implication of working together. Loud, boisterous laughter can be heard throughout the office from Reo, as he is mockingly entertained by their expressions and shared hatred for each other.
“Reo, I could finish the job just fine by myself, I promise. I’ve never failed you, not once. This bastard will only drag me down, he’s such a hassle. Do you not believe I’ll succeed alone?”
“I have to agree, lovely. I could have this assignment done for you in the blink of an eye, no problem. Alone. Working together with this pest will not benefit either of us.”
“Now, now, calm down, you two. I’m not underestimating you, I know very well just how capable the two of you are, but it’s essential to learn teamwork and communication when faced with an especially complex mission. Besides, it’ll be a good bonding activity for the two of you, as long as both of you return to me alive, in one piece. I would prefer that option.”
“...”
“...”
“Come on, you two. Do this, for me? Please?”
The two assassins’ protests had already crumbled before they knew it after they looked into Reo’s sparkling lavender eyes, pleading, affectionate, and utterly beautiful like the rest of the mafia lord. Nagi and Yukimiya, though dejected, nod in confirmation of Reo’s request, and Reo’s face lights up in victory and happiness. Reo leans down to press a kiss on Nagi’s forehead and leans up to press a kiss on Yukimiya’s occupied cheek, the two assassins blushing profusely as a result. Reo continues to ramble on about the details of the mission, slipping friendly topics into the conversation, and the two assassins return to lovingly and possessively leaning into Reo’s provided affections.
After the two assassins leave the office to prepare for their collaborative mission, Reo leans forward on his desk, fingers intertwined and face smirking in a calculative, satisfied manner. Good, everything is going according to plan. Kenyu and Seishirou are as obsessively loyal and possessive over me as always, and all of my schemes are being fulfilled perfectly as a result. The Mikage Corporation will soon engrave its position as the most powerful underground mafia association in history. It won’t be long, I will make sure of it. And make sure of it, Reo does, as there is really no stopping the most powerful individual in the underground business when he sets his mind to something. Nagi Seishirou and Yukimiya Kenyu are renowned as Japan’s most dangerous super-soldiers, but Reo is the true mastermind behind the Mikages Syndicate’s underworld domination. He’s smart, manipulative, skilled, and has two of the most feared people in the world as his loyal, devoted lapdogs, both of them forever ready to lay down their lives for him. Reo Mikage is worshipped, yes, but most importantly, he is loved. Unconditionally. Whatever Reo wants, Reo will get. That is final.