[Fic] Dancing Dragons [Asagi/Ruiza]
Title: Dancing Dragons.
Pairing: Asagi/Ruiza (Ruiza/Tsunehito & HideZou/Tsunehito)
Rating: NC-17 (possibly R?)
Genre: Assassin… AU
Wordcount: 4,517
Warnings: Assassins… Prostitution, Cockteasing…Sexing!… abuse of Ruiza’s new look…
Synopsis: Another target, another night. Another game… between assassins.
AN: Born from looking at D’s new look and deciding that Ruiza looks “like a Chinese assassin prostitute”. Don’t ask, I don’t even know. Totally encouraged by symphonie_rose
Although he knew it not possible, the moonlight felt cold on his bare back. It was the just wind coming from the open window. The silver glow cast his body in shadow against the white futon. Sounds of the bar and the streets below poured in, but the laughter of drunkards was lost under the arrogant chuckles of the man behind him.
Sliding his hand until the thin pillow, Ruiza checked his blade was in place. Warm hands stroked possessively down his sides and came around to the small of his back, trailing fingers down the cleft of his ass. The touch was clinical, more how a collector inspects a china vase than one caresses a lover.
Ruiza shifted a little, playing humble and coy. The long platinum braids of his hair dangled down to the futon; their shadows like snakes. “Sir,” he whined out to the male kneeling between his legs. “Can I not… see you?”
Snorting, the man yanked him up by his neck and glanced at his face once again. Though Ruiza had been serving him drinks the entire night and playing a silent escort to his business meetings, cold eyes still investigated his sharp features like he had never seen then before.
With another snort, the man relinquished his grip on Ruiza’s neck, trailing his hand down the ridges of his spine. “I suppose. You’re pretty enough.”
Demurely, Ruiza turned onto his back. The moon was not able to properly illuminate the man’s face, but Ruiza knew all he needed to know. A name and defining features were all that concerned him, anything else were trivialities that stayed between his boss and the client.
“Spread your legs further,” the man said flatly, already gripping around his cock to hold it at an angle that suited him for penetration.
Ruiza followed instruction, curling the slim limbs around the man’s waist. The motion was as smooth and comfortable as his fingers around the handle of his knife. Slinging his arm across the man’s broad shoulders, Ruiza pulled himself up, brushing his lips against the other’s as that cock pressed against his oiled hole.
In the moment of distraction, the blonde pulled his knife out and slid it cleanly into the man’s neck. Shock and pain flickered across barely visible eyes and when Ruiza pulled away from the kiss. The other started choking as blood flooded his oesophagus. More warm scarlet dripped like a gentle stream onto Ruiza, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. He watched with the strange curiosity as he always did when people died by his hand.
What had been strutting around all evening with the confidence of a peacock was now little more than a fish out of water. Gulping for air that could not get to his lungs and eyes wide, so helpless, exposing all previous behaviour for the act it was.
But the wonder soon dulled to indifference and he pushed the spluttering, dying man off him. Flicking the blade clean of loose blood, he sighed and got to his feet. There was a wash basin in the corner of the little room; the water was warm and scented with the rose petals that floated on the surface. It was soon dyed red as Ruiza washed all traces of his target off his skin and his knife.
Only when he was clean, did he turn back to the now lifeless corpse. Killing this way was always messy, but the futon had managed to soak up the worst. Cleaning up was just one more thing he did not have to worry himself with.
When he was redressed and neatened in the little polished metal mirror that hung on one of the walls, Ruiza silently slipped out of the room and into a narrow corridor. Footsteps approached from the opposite end, tapping regularly on the wooden floor. The blonde stilled by the door, anxious not to get caught. The face that turned the corner, luckily, was familiar. A rounded jaw made the man look a lot younger than he was.
“Ruiza,” he nodded his head as he came closer.
“Hiroki,” the blonde replied and stepped away from the door, passing the larger man in the corridor as they swapped places. “An easy one tonight.”
Hiroki laughed, “For you or for me?”
Breaking into a large teasing grin, Ruiza pulled at his high-collar to adjust its position and simply walked away leaving his friend without an answer.
--
From the outside, the Headquarters looked like another bar and brothel in the town. Fronted by a narrow road and the harbour, not many people passed, letting the roses planted along the façade flourish in the abundant sunlight and fresh air. The flowers themselves were a tiny hint that the place was not as it seemed; though many assumed such flamboyancy was a sign of the prices one would have to pay for pleasure, leaving only a few to enter. Those who did, however, trot up the steps to the door not dressed in the finest silks, were the ones who knew the building for its true purpose.
Keeping up the difference, the bar inside was quiet and orderly. Girls and boys and a mixture of the two kept tables company; served drinks, drank drinks and offered light conversation. Ruiza stalked through the room paying the hosts little attention. Their job was boring: he only played the part. A few customers’ faces were recognisable, as Ruiza worked for a repeat business. But he knew not their names, only the ones that they had ordered to be killed.
At the very back of the room was a large sliding grate emblazoned with the establishment’s symbol in carved wood. Through it, a staircase ascended steeply. Banisters each side were engraved with more roses and decorated with red silk. Grabbing his skirt to keep it above the next step, Ruiza passed the silent guard who stood at the bottom on his way up.
Though the stairs continued onto a further two floors, Ruiza walked down the first corridor he reached. A few small doors lined the long, straight hallway but one large, again bearing the same establishment symbol, was at the very end. A gentle light glowed through snowy paper and the scent of incense grew stronger as he approached.
As he walked, Ruiza blindly neatened his hair; checking that his braids were tidy and like golden rope embellishments for an emperor’s gown. Once contented with his entire appearance, he knelt at the large door ready to call out when he heard a gentle, quiet laughter.
Though whimsical, it still held a darkness that was barely concealed through lack of wanting. Familiar more out of manner than the voice itself. With a twist to his plump lips, Ruiza confidently raised his voice to be heard clearly.
“Asagi, it’s me,”
After a more lackadaisical chuckle, that second voice replied, “Ahh! Come in! Come in!”
Ruiza hooked his fingers around the groove in the side of the door and slid it away from the frame. He only raised his eyes to the two inside when he had shut the door again and stood back to his full height.
More visible than anything else was the slender and curved back of the redhead who sat on the desk. Slowly, Tsunehito turned his head to regard the newcomer and blinked, looking every part the disinterested cat. Set atop his scarlet hair was a visibly new hairband adorned with a large black rose. Ruiza smirked and stepped up to the desk and, disgruntled, Tsunehito turned back, adjusting his position enough that the blonde could clearly see his bare thighs and the long-fingered hands that rested on them, teasing just at the hems of tiny shorts.
Ruiza’s expression twisted to a frown and he followed those two hands up to broad shoulders and a half-concealed face. He bowed; quickly covering his face in a different mask, one similar to the redhead’s porcelain sneer.
“How was it?” Asagi asked calmly. Slowly, he slid his hands from Tsunehito’s legs and rested them on the arms of his grand chair. His one visible scarlet eye scanned the blonde’s face and body for marks, wounds and scratches, but found none. In the firelight, he saw the glint of a blade against a slither of revealed leg, skin as smooth and creamy as those on the desk in front of him.
The focus on his flesh did not go unnoticed by Ruiza and he subtly swung his hips as he came closer to the desk. For the most part, he ignored Asagi, leaning against the furniture towards the silent, youngest male. “Fine, as usual. No one suspected anything.”
Asagi nodded his head of raven hair in understanding. His eye remained trained on Ruiza and the latter wondered just how aware he was of the fact that his every move was being noted, rather than going unobserved.
Raising his left hand, Ruiza leaned across to Tsunehito, delicately tracing the rose in his hair with his fingertips. Fabric was smooth, silk, and cold. “My, Asagi, if you keep on decorating the princess, you’ll make me redundant!”
Asagi smirked whilst the redhead scoffed and made a point of turning his head in the opposite direction. Ruiza’s hand lowered down to the other’s shoulder.
“I’m not interested in taking your clients,”
“Oh?” Ruiza leaned forwards sharply, lips meeting the warm metal that hung from Tsunehito’s ear, continuing in a whisper so quiet that Asagi was not be able to hear. “Just my side of the bed then?”
Again, Tsunehito scoffed, but did not move from the other’s proximity. To do so would be admitting defeat. “Hardly,”
Ruiza heard the near silent action of Asagi inhaling and opening his mouth to speak, but reacted before the man could do so. His right hand planted itself on the redhead’s nearest, intertwining their fingers that were trained in the same Arts. Tsunehito’s back straightened more than it already was, holding his chin high.
“You certainly are quite the trap though, Tsune.”
With his smirk returning, possessing a vitality much brighter than before, Ruiza moved closer, pressing his lips feather-light to the pulse that was revealed. As his tongue twisted around the chain of the longer of Tsunehito’s two necklaces, he felt the redhead’s hand clasp tighter to his. It was enough to tell Ruiza that he understood the intentions and was happy to play along. Though he teased, the blonde knew Tsunehito held little if no interest in Asagi, but simply refused to stop behaving as if he did because being malicious was fun.
Asagi blinked a few times as the two continued almost oblivious to his presence, or at least their location. Tsunehito’s head rolled back on his shoulders; thick, jet black eyelashes fluttered under Ruiza’s ministrations. He used their joined hands as support as his free right moved to twine into golden locks, angling and moving that head to his own suiting.
Raking his teeth down the redhead’s distinct collarbone, Ruiza chuckled at the faux moan that was choked out. Tsunehito played the willing whore but remained the rival assassin. It was still a pretty kind of noise. A glance out of the corner of his eye, hidden behind his platinum fringe revealed that Asagi must have thought likewise, as his cheeks were beginning to share the colour of the roses that hung on the wall and window ledges behind him.
Eager to gain more of a reaction from the neglected male, Ruiza dropped his left hand to Tsunehito’s lap, immediately asserting it under the skirt between his legs. Tsunehito hissed in a sharp breath at the contact that was anything but gentle. Rubbing his hand harder against the soft bulge contained in those little black shorts, Ruiza actively sought to draw more sounds. But as usual, Tsunehito was adverse to his whims and refrained. He did, however, start to grow hard under the blonde’s warm palm. His hips pressed forward into the touch, appearing to surrender himself completely. Chuckling, Ruiza understood that he too, was being played. How far would he be willing to go?
He started roughly pulling at the laces of Tsunehito’s shorts, loosening them enough to give the redhead’s cock a measure of freedom to grow, before he continued to stroke him through the material. Tsunehito adjusted his position, laying back across the desk of papers and contracts; Ruiza instantly followed, moulding to the new shape and lifting one of the younger’s legs so the skirt fell completely away revealing a mile of flawless cream skin.
Asagi swallowed a lump in his throat and shifted restlessly in his chair. His full lips twisted as if he was contemplating speech, but what could be said that would not stop them, or sound like the whine of an abandoned child?
Freeing his hand from Tsunehito, Ruiza replaced it with his own groin, grinding vigorously, though he actually felt little through the thick cloth of his clothing. Whether sensation was genuine or not for Tsunehito was debatable, but his pink lips parted and he moaned again, unrestrained.
A feeble squeak of a noise sounded from the eldest and both assassins smirked victoriously. They were quick to cover it, however, in a kiss. Their tongues twisted languidly, visible in their dance to Asagi as mouths parted rhythmically. The wet sounds of their saliva were lost under Tsunehito’s mewls; their breathing growing faster and shallower as minutes passed. Asagi was frozen, wide-eyed. His hands clenched into fists.
Feeling the redhead’s hand slip from his hair and glide down his back, Ruiza silently mused for himself that he was not entirely sure where the little venture was going. Until either one of them grew too uncomfortable; admitted defeat and called off the charade? But that seemed unlikely: the assassins were steadfast in their commitments. Or until Asagi deemed it upon himself to join them? Or until-
A quiet call from the corridor was the answer to the prayer Ruiza was not conscious of asking. Though he heard it, words did not register. Tsunehito, however, immediately fell silent and stiffened under his body. Confused, the blonde pulled out of the kiss, wiping his lips dry of excess saliva as the door slid open again.
In its place stood a slim man, half of his face concealed behind a chestnut fringe. A frown formed clear on his features the second his eyes laid upon the desk. Hide-Zou’s posture sagged and he let out a heavy sigh.
Tsunehito pushed at Ruiza’s shoulders to free himself, hastily righting his skirt in an attempt to hide his half-erect manhood and unlaced shorts. The blonde allowed him to stand, and sat back up on the desk, watching the redhead and the newcomer interact with bemusement. He had only seen the brunette a few times, always in the company of, or searching for, Tsunehito.
Rumours spread the organisation that Hide-Zou, a trained and talented swordsman, had assisted the assassin when he found himself in a tight spot and subsequently fallen in love and continued to shower Tsunehito with attention and gifts in the hope that he would leave his job. Something about it being dangerous, and not wanting to share a lover with every man who ended up in the river. Ruiza saw neither the problem with the occupation nor just why Tsunehito permitted being pursued in such a way. But strangely, there was something more than just a love of toying with people behind how he acted around Hide-Zou.
“We were just playing!” Tsunehito said quietly, demure as he sought to calm the turbulence in the newcomer’s brown eyes.
Humming, Hide-Zou glanced from the laces the dangled longer than Tsunehito’s skirt between his white legs to the new silk rose and then to Asagi with narrowed eyes. “No doubt,”
“Hide,” angling his head, the redhead easily slipped into the character they teased ‘The Princess’, solely existing to charm men to his whim. Hide-Zou caved in seconds. “Come, let’s drink.”
Ruiza watched as Tsunehito twisted his fingers around Hide-Zou’s and guided the way out of the room, but the latter glanced over his shoulder and shot a filthy look of resentment to Asagi. The moment the door slid shut again, the blonde turned around, still sat on the desk, facing Asagi who smirked, amused.
“Playing? With who?”
Shrugging, Ruiza casually smoothed his hair back into place. “You, of course. You spoil him to make me jealous, it’s only rational I too-”
That one scarlet eye narrowed, “You don’t have to,” one of his hands moved from the arm of the chair to toy with a long braded cord that hung from Ruiza’s skirt. “How far did you go tonight?”
Though inside he was smirking, Ruiza shrugged again. “He was pleasurable, it seemed like a waste to finish quickly,”
Asagi’s lips curved downwards and his fingers constricted the cord, pulling it slightly. He stared intently into Ruiza’s eyes and blinked when he found what he wanted, there were just some things lovers could not hide. “You’re very cruel to me,”
“Would you have me any other way?”
“Perhaps not,”
Ruiza allowed the smirk to show on his face. He moved his legs, spreading them to straddle Asagi and his chair. “It just tells you I think you’re worth the effort. It’s when I’m subservient you should start to worry,”
“A submissive Ruiza? The shock would kill me first!”
The blonde laughed, leaning back on his hands. He closed his eyes as he felt Asagi’s long fingers trail delicate patterns into his bare thigh. They twisted and twirled like the stems of a climbing rose, growing upwards to the buckles that kept the skirt tight to his figure.
“Have you had a drink since you got back?” Asagi teased the cold metal against Ruiza’s hip, watching the younger’s eyelashes flicker, but made no move to loosen them.
Ruiza shook his head and instantly felt his lover’s hands leave him. Reopening his eyes, he blinked a few times in question, but Asagi gently lifted one slim leg from the side of his chair in order to stand. “I didn’t say I wanted one.”
Nonetheless, Asagi walked up to a cabinet against the wall and flicked the catch, opening it to a shelf of bottles and upturned glasses. Ruiza could not see what was being poured due to Asagi’s board shoulders and straight build, and he sighed. He slid from the desk and pulled at the fastenings of his clothes, shrugging them off and nonchalantly folding them over the back of the other’s chair.
The night’s air was cool on his naked skin, as it had been earlier, but it was more pleasant a sensation when he was not on the job, worrying whether there could be complications; that his victim could fight back or he would be caught.
Before Asagi was able to pick up the prepared drinks, Ruiza stood flushed to his back, wrapping his slender arms around the man’s waist and standing on tiptoes to rest his chin on his shoulder.
“Are you being submissive or-?”
Ruiza chuckled, tilting his head to press a kiss to the raven haired man’s neck. “Just affectionate,”
“Good,” Asagi smiled and picked up the glasses. He was allowed to turn around in the blonde’s embrace and Ruiza gratefully took the glass offered to him, curiously eyeing the amber liquid before returning to Asagi’s scarlet gaze.
“I saw Kisaki downstairs earlier. Who does he want taken care of now?”
Asagi raised his glass to his plump lips and swallowed down a measure. Blinking slowly, he reached out with his free hand to delicately twist one of Ruiza’s braids around his index finger. That scarlet eye explored every inch of creamy flesh available. “A job I’ve already given to Tsune,”
“Oh?” Ruiza said, drinking with a raised eyebrow. “So you are making me redundant!”
Asagi smiled and shook his head. “No, it’s just a job more suited for him. Besides, I can only share so much of you around,”
“Better another man’s lover than your own,” the blonde smirked and shifted on his feet, jutting his left hip out. Asagi’s lips twisted and his hand travelled further down to grasp it. “There’s no threat to you, Asagi. Men take what they want from me, but you, you let me take what I want from you,”
“More affection? Did something happen tonight that you’re not telling me about?” the taller man used his grip to manoeuvre Ruiza about, to check for any wounds or forming bruises once again now that the canvas was limitless.
Ruiza shrugged him off, laughing, “No, no. It’s probably just an effect of the moon.”
“Or the drink…”
Glancing at his glass, Ruiza scoffed. “And still you give me more!”
“I never said I didn’t like you affectionate,” Asagi stepped closer, pulling the blonde tight to his frame and ghosting their lips together. “In a world like ours, a softer side is needed,”
“No doubt,” Ruiza snuck a full kiss to Asagi’s lips before breaking away to finish his drink. “But not tonight,”
At the taller man’s sound of question, Ruiza trailed his slender fingers down his chest, leering suggestively up in that single, visible scarlet eye.
Asagi chuckled slowly, taking both their empty glasses and returning them to the cabinet. “Make yourself comfortable on the desk then,”
Huffing, Ruiza crossed his arms over his chest. “Make it sound like I’m a chore to be done why don’t you? I’ll go find someone who actually-” he dramatically flung his arms back to his sides and made to stalk to the door but long fingers coiled around his upper arm and dragged him backwards. He was turned and a hot mouth attacked his, tasting of alcohol and some kind of fruit, sweet and tart, delicious as a tongue slid unabashed into his mouth.
Within seconds the kiss was different to any other he had experienced that night. Asagi knew exactly what he liked; what to do to get the blonde restless. Hands moved up to jet black hair, gliding through the silken strands and across shoulders, down his chest to blindly unfasten and unbuckle everything they came across. Asagi shifted and pulled at his own clothes, rendering himself naked in a matter of minutes. They parted once, smirking at each other and Asagi glanced at the door.
“Should we-?”
“I’m sure Tsune would’ve said to the guard we’re not to be disturbed,”
“I’m certain he didn’t,”
Ruiza barked a laugh and slung his arms around Asagi’s neck, pulling him down for another kiss. “Oh well,”
Shaking his head, amused, Asagi walked Ruiza backwards to his desk and carefully lifted him up to sit on it, watching as the blonde laid back, legs spread. The light cast strong shadows, concealing half of that slender face in darkness. There was just the glimmer of eyes and teeth past his lips, both narrow and curved.
Ruiza purred when Asagi leant over him, pressing a series of light kisses to his mouth before trailing along his jawline and down his neck. There was always some sense of urgency in the way Asagi explored his lover with his mouth, like he had to be quick to restrain himself. Ruiza was more than aware of the man’s inclination to bite - a habit that occasionally got the better of him and led to Ruiza needing a ‘break’ from assignments until he had completely healed. Their targets apparently did not appreciate being offered ‘damaged goods’ and Asagi took pride in providing flawless traps for his clients.
Two fingers probed gently at the blonde’s entrance. It was still slick from Ruiza’s needless preparation earlier that night, although the effects of which had all but worn off. He sucked in a breath as Asagi pressed them both in, obviously not expecting it to be as tight and as painful as it was.
Immediately, the taller raised his head and gently kissed Ruiza’s lips. “You didn’t even…?”
“Didn’t have to,” he replied, looping his arms around Asagi’s neck and forcing himself to relax around the two digits that remained inside him.
After a few moments, he quickly acclimatised and blinked to find Asagi still looking down at him with concern. “What? Stop pretending it doesn’t please you,”
Gently, Asagi shook his head and pressed another kiss to the blonde’s lips. “You should’ve told me,”
Ruiza barked a laugh, resting his head back on the desk. His hands slid down Asagi’s bare back, feeling nothing but smooth, warm skin. “I’ve had worse. Now, start moving, I’m getting bored."
Asagi sighed; rolling his eyes a little but nonetheless drew his fingers back a few inches. Ruiza purred accordingly, as eager to make the other feel more comfortable and less guilty as it was to tease him. But Asagi was determined to have his way in making sure that his lover was fully prepared to take him, and he ignored the protests and whines and reckless assurances brought about by impatience.
Only when he was content did he withdraw his hand completely from between Ruiza’s legs and place it on the desk to steady himself as his hips took up position in its stead. Immediately, slim legs circled his waist and pulled him tight and close. Ruiza smirked, blinking slowly, feeling as Asagi held his cock at a suitable angle.
He parted his lips, just beginning a sigh of a purr as Asagi started to push past the initial ring of muscle that, even after being loosened cautiously by fingers, was still a squeeze. But the action was halted by another call at the door.
Sagging, Asagi placed his hands on Ruiza’s thighs to gently push them from him and stood back. “Yes?”
“We have a… bit of a situation downstairs,” it was Hiroki’s voice that carried through the paper partition.
Asagi frowned and grabbed the first item of clothing he could wrap his fingers around - his black cape - and slung it around his shoulders in lieu of clothing. Groaning, Ruiza huffed and sat up, crossing his legs and pouting as his lover stalked over to the door. He pulled it aside a few inches, enough that he could see Hiroki and Hiroki could see him. “What is it?”
The brunette lowered his head in a quick bow and glanced down the corridor behind him. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but… Tsunehito’s friend has started another fight…”
“Right,” Asagi sighed, “I’ll be down in a minute,”
Ruiza watched as the door was closed again and Asagi returned to the pile of his clothes on the floor. “I’m not happy,” he muttered, and made a point of sitting still and not helping in putting on what he had been so eager to be rid of minutes beforehand.
“Rui,” Asagi gently cupped his hand over the blonde’s jaw and angled that face towards his. “I’ll probably only be a few minutes,”
“In a few minutes I might not be feeling so affectionate,”
A smirk danced on the raven-haired man’s lips. “I’m sure you will be. I’ll make sure of it.”
Pairing: Asagi/Ruiza (Ruiza/Tsunehito & HideZou/Tsunehito)
Rating: NC-17 (possibly R?)
Genre: Assassin… AU
Wordcount: 4,517
Warnings: Assassins… Prostitution, Cockteasing…Sexing!… abuse of Ruiza’s new look…
Synopsis: Another target, another night. Another game… between assassins.
AN: Born from looking at D’s new look and deciding that Ruiza looks “like a Chinese assassin prostitute”. Don’t ask, I don’t even know. Totally encouraged by symphonie_rose
Although he knew it not possible, the moonlight felt cold on his bare back. It was the just wind coming from the open window. The silver glow cast his body in shadow against the white futon. Sounds of the bar and the streets below poured in, but the laughter of drunkards was lost under the arrogant chuckles of the man behind him.
Sliding his hand until the thin pillow, Ruiza checked his blade was in place. Warm hands stroked possessively down his sides and came around to the small of his back, trailing fingers down the cleft of his ass. The touch was clinical, more how a collector inspects a china vase than one caresses a lover.
Ruiza shifted a little, playing humble and coy. The long platinum braids of his hair dangled down to the futon; their shadows like snakes. “Sir,” he whined out to the male kneeling between his legs. “Can I not… see you?”
Snorting, the man yanked him up by his neck and glanced at his face once again. Though Ruiza had been serving him drinks the entire night and playing a silent escort to his business meetings, cold eyes still investigated his sharp features like he had never seen then before.
With another snort, the man relinquished his grip on Ruiza’s neck, trailing his hand down the ridges of his spine. “I suppose. You’re pretty enough.”
Demurely, Ruiza turned onto his back. The moon was not able to properly illuminate the man’s face, but Ruiza knew all he needed to know. A name and defining features were all that concerned him, anything else were trivialities that stayed between his boss and the client.
“Spread your legs further,” the man said flatly, already gripping around his cock to hold it at an angle that suited him for penetration.
Ruiza followed instruction, curling the slim limbs around the man’s waist. The motion was as smooth and comfortable as his fingers around the handle of his knife. Slinging his arm across the man’s broad shoulders, Ruiza pulled himself up, brushing his lips against the other’s as that cock pressed against his oiled hole.
In the moment of distraction, the blonde pulled his knife out and slid it cleanly into the man’s neck. Shock and pain flickered across barely visible eyes and when Ruiza pulled away from the kiss. The other started choking as blood flooded his oesophagus. More warm scarlet dripped like a gentle stream onto Ruiza, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. He watched with the strange curiosity as he always did when people died by his hand.
What had been strutting around all evening with the confidence of a peacock was now little more than a fish out of water. Gulping for air that could not get to his lungs and eyes wide, so helpless, exposing all previous behaviour for the act it was.
But the wonder soon dulled to indifference and he pushed the spluttering, dying man off him. Flicking the blade clean of loose blood, he sighed and got to his feet. There was a wash basin in the corner of the little room; the water was warm and scented with the rose petals that floated on the surface. It was soon dyed red as Ruiza washed all traces of his target off his skin and his knife.
Only when he was clean, did he turn back to the now lifeless corpse. Killing this way was always messy, but the futon had managed to soak up the worst. Cleaning up was just one more thing he did not have to worry himself with.
When he was redressed and neatened in the little polished metal mirror that hung on one of the walls, Ruiza silently slipped out of the room and into a narrow corridor. Footsteps approached from the opposite end, tapping regularly on the wooden floor. The blonde stilled by the door, anxious not to get caught. The face that turned the corner, luckily, was familiar. A rounded jaw made the man look a lot younger than he was.
“Ruiza,” he nodded his head as he came closer.
“Hiroki,” the blonde replied and stepped away from the door, passing the larger man in the corridor as they swapped places. “An easy one tonight.”
Hiroki laughed, “For you or for me?”
Breaking into a large teasing grin, Ruiza pulled at his high-collar to adjust its position and simply walked away leaving his friend without an answer.
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From the outside, the Headquarters looked like another bar and brothel in the town. Fronted by a narrow road and the harbour, not many people passed, letting the roses planted along the façade flourish in the abundant sunlight and fresh air. The flowers themselves were a tiny hint that the place was not as it seemed; though many assumed such flamboyancy was a sign of the prices one would have to pay for pleasure, leaving only a few to enter. Those who did, however, trot up the steps to the door not dressed in the finest silks, were the ones who knew the building for its true purpose.
Keeping up the difference, the bar inside was quiet and orderly. Girls and boys and a mixture of the two kept tables company; served drinks, drank drinks and offered light conversation. Ruiza stalked through the room paying the hosts little attention. Their job was boring: he only played the part. A few customers’ faces were recognisable, as Ruiza worked for a repeat business. But he knew not their names, only the ones that they had ordered to be killed.
At the very back of the room was a large sliding grate emblazoned with the establishment’s symbol in carved wood. Through it, a staircase ascended steeply. Banisters each side were engraved with more roses and decorated with red silk. Grabbing his skirt to keep it above the next step, Ruiza passed the silent guard who stood at the bottom on his way up.
Though the stairs continued onto a further two floors, Ruiza walked down the first corridor he reached. A few small doors lined the long, straight hallway but one large, again bearing the same establishment symbol, was at the very end. A gentle light glowed through snowy paper and the scent of incense grew stronger as he approached.
As he walked, Ruiza blindly neatened his hair; checking that his braids were tidy and like golden rope embellishments for an emperor’s gown. Once contented with his entire appearance, he knelt at the large door ready to call out when he heard a gentle, quiet laughter.
Though whimsical, it still held a darkness that was barely concealed through lack of wanting. Familiar more out of manner than the voice itself. With a twist to his plump lips, Ruiza confidently raised his voice to be heard clearly.
“Asagi, it’s me,”
After a more lackadaisical chuckle, that second voice replied, “Ahh! Come in! Come in!”
Ruiza hooked his fingers around the groove in the side of the door and slid it away from the frame. He only raised his eyes to the two inside when he had shut the door again and stood back to his full height.
More visible than anything else was the slender and curved back of the redhead who sat on the desk. Slowly, Tsunehito turned his head to regard the newcomer and blinked, looking every part the disinterested cat. Set atop his scarlet hair was a visibly new hairband adorned with a large black rose. Ruiza smirked and stepped up to the desk and, disgruntled, Tsunehito turned back, adjusting his position enough that the blonde could clearly see his bare thighs and the long-fingered hands that rested on them, teasing just at the hems of tiny shorts.
Ruiza’s expression twisted to a frown and he followed those two hands up to broad shoulders and a half-concealed face. He bowed; quickly covering his face in a different mask, one similar to the redhead’s porcelain sneer.
“How was it?” Asagi asked calmly. Slowly, he slid his hands from Tsunehito’s legs and rested them on the arms of his grand chair. His one visible scarlet eye scanned the blonde’s face and body for marks, wounds and scratches, but found none. In the firelight, he saw the glint of a blade against a slither of revealed leg, skin as smooth and creamy as those on the desk in front of him.
The focus on his flesh did not go unnoticed by Ruiza and he subtly swung his hips as he came closer to the desk. For the most part, he ignored Asagi, leaning against the furniture towards the silent, youngest male. “Fine, as usual. No one suspected anything.”
Asagi nodded his head of raven hair in understanding. His eye remained trained on Ruiza and the latter wondered just how aware he was of the fact that his every move was being noted, rather than going unobserved.
Raising his left hand, Ruiza leaned across to Tsunehito, delicately tracing the rose in his hair with his fingertips. Fabric was smooth, silk, and cold. “My, Asagi, if you keep on decorating the princess, you’ll make me redundant!”
Asagi smirked whilst the redhead scoffed and made a point of turning his head in the opposite direction. Ruiza’s hand lowered down to the other’s shoulder.
“I’m not interested in taking your clients,”
“Oh?” Ruiza leaned forwards sharply, lips meeting the warm metal that hung from Tsunehito’s ear, continuing in a whisper so quiet that Asagi was not be able to hear. “Just my side of the bed then?”
Again, Tsunehito scoffed, but did not move from the other’s proximity. To do so would be admitting defeat. “Hardly,”
Ruiza heard the near silent action of Asagi inhaling and opening his mouth to speak, but reacted before the man could do so. His right hand planted itself on the redhead’s nearest, intertwining their fingers that were trained in the same Arts. Tsunehito’s back straightened more than it already was, holding his chin high.
“You certainly are quite the trap though, Tsune.”
With his smirk returning, possessing a vitality much brighter than before, Ruiza moved closer, pressing his lips feather-light to the pulse that was revealed. As his tongue twisted around the chain of the longer of Tsunehito’s two necklaces, he felt the redhead’s hand clasp tighter to his. It was enough to tell Ruiza that he understood the intentions and was happy to play along. Though he teased, the blonde knew Tsunehito held little if no interest in Asagi, but simply refused to stop behaving as if he did because being malicious was fun.
Asagi blinked a few times as the two continued almost oblivious to his presence, or at least their location. Tsunehito’s head rolled back on his shoulders; thick, jet black eyelashes fluttered under Ruiza’s ministrations. He used their joined hands as support as his free right moved to twine into golden locks, angling and moving that head to his own suiting.
Raking his teeth down the redhead’s distinct collarbone, Ruiza chuckled at the faux moan that was choked out. Tsunehito played the willing whore but remained the rival assassin. It was still a pretty kind of noise. A glance out of the corner of his eye, hidden behind his platinum fringe revealed that Asagi must have thought likewise, as his cheeks were beginning to share the colour of the roses that hung on the wall and window ledges behind him.
Eager to gain more of a reaction from the neglected male, Ruiza dropped his left hand to Tsunehito’s lap, immediately asserting it under the skirt between his legs. Tsunehito hissed in a sharp breath at the contact that was anything but gentle. Rubbing his hand harder against the soft bulge contained in those little black shorts, Ruiza actively sought to draw more sounds. But as usual, Tsunehito was adverse to his whims and refrained. He did, however, start to grow hard under the blonde’s warm palm. His hips pressed forward into the touch, appearing to surrender himself completely. Chuckling, Ruiza understood that he too, was being played. How far would he be willing to go?
He started roughly pulling at the laces of Tsunehito’s shorts, loosening them enough to give the redhead’s cock a measure of freedom to grow, before he continued to stroke him through the material. Tsunehito adjusted his position, laying back across the desk of papers and contracts; Ruiza instantly followed, moulding to the new shape and lifting one of the younger’s legs so the skirt fell completely away revealing a mile of flawless cream skin.
Asagi swallowed a lump in his throat and shifted restlessly in his chair. His full lips twisted as if he was contemplating speech, but what could be said that would not stop them, or sound like the whine of an abandoned child?
Freeing his hand from Tsunehito, Ruiza replaced it with his own groin, grinding vigorously, though he actually felt little through the thick cloth of his clothing. Whether sensation was genuine or not for Tsunehito was debatable, but his pink lips parted and he moaned again, unrestrained.
A feeble squeak of a noise sounded from the eldest and both assassins smirked victoriously. They were quick to cover it, however, in a kiss. Their tongues twisted languidly, visible in their dance to Asagi as mouths parted rhythmically. The wet sounds of their saliva were lost under Tsunehito’s mewls; their breathing growing faster and shallower as minutes passed. Asagi was frozen, wide-eyed. His hands clenched into fists.
Feeling the redhead’s hand slip from his hair and glide down his back, Ruiza silently mused for himself that he was not entirely sure where the little venture was going. Until either one of them grew too uncomfortable; admitted defeat and called off the charade? But that seemed unlikely: the assassins were steadfast in their commitments. Or until Asagi deemed it upon himself to join them? Or until-
A quiet call from the corridor was the answer to the prayer Ruiza was not conscious of asking. Though he heard it, words did not register. Tsunehito, however, immediately fell silent and stiffened under his body. Confused, the blonde pulled out of the kiss, wiping his lips dry of excess saliva as the door slid open again.
In its place stood a slim man, half of his face concealed behind a chestnut fringe. A frown formed clear on his features the second his eyes laid upon the desk. Hide-Zou’s posture sagged and he let out a heavy sigh.
Tsunehito pushed at Ruiza’s shoulders to free himself, hastily righting his skirt in an attempt to hide his half-erect manhood and unlaced shorts. The blonde allowed him to stand, and sat back up on the desk, watching the redhead and the newcomer interact with bemusement. He had only seen the brunette a few times, always in the company of, or searching for, Tsunehito.
Rumours spread the organisation that Hide-Zou, a trained and talented swordsman, had assisted the assassin when he found himself in a tight spot and subsequently fallen in love and continued to shower Tsunehito with attention and gifts in the hope that he would leave his job. Something about it being dangerous, and not wanting to share a lover with every man who ended up in the river. Ruiza saw neither the problem with the occupation nor just why Tsunehito permitted being pursued in such a way. But strangely, there was something more than just a love of toying with people behind how he acted around Hide-Zou.
“We were just playing!” Tsunehito said quietly, demure as he sought to calm the turbulence in the newcomer’s brown eyes.
Humming, Hide-Zou glanced from the laces the dangled longer than Tsunehito’s skirt between his white legs to the new silk rose and then to Asagi with narrowed eyes. “No doubt,”
“Hide,” angling his head, the redhead easily slipped into the character they teased ‘The Princess’, solely existing to charm men to his whim. Hide-Zou caved in seconds. “Come, let’s drink.”
Ruiza watched as Tsunehito twisted his fingers around Hide-Zou’s and guided the way out of the room, but the latter glanced over his shoulder and shot a filthy look of resentment to Asagi. The moment the door slid shut again, the blonde turned around, still sat on the desk, facing Asagi who smirked, amused.
“Playing? With who?”
Shrugging, Ruiza casually smoothed his hair back into place. “You, of course. You spoil him to make me jealous, it’s only rational I too-”
That one scarlet eye narrowed, “You don’t have to,” one of his hands moved from the arm of the chair to toy with a long braded cord that hung from Ruiza’s skirt. “How far did you go tonight?”
Though inside he was smirking, Ruiza shrugged again. “He was pleasurable, it seemed like a waste to finish quickly,”
Asagi’s lips curved downwards and his fingers constricted the cord, pulling it slightly. He stared intently into Ruiza’s eyes and blinked when he found what he wanted, there were just some things lovers could not hide. “You’re very cruel to me,”
“Would you have me any other way?”
“Perhaps not,”
Ruiza allowed the smirk to show on his face. He moved his legs, spreading them to straddle Asagi and his chair. “It just tells you I think you’re worth the effort. It’s when I’m subservient you should start to worry,”
“A submissive Ruiza? The shock would kill me first!”
The blonde laughed, leaning back on his hands. He closed his eyes as he felt Asagi’s long fingers trail delicate patterns into his bare thigh. They twisted and twirled like the stems of a climbing rose, growing upwards to the buckles that kept the skirt tight to his figure.
“Have you had a drink since you got back?” Asagi teased the cold metal against Ruiza’s hip, watching the younger’s eyelashes flicker, but made no move to loosen them.
Ruiza shook his head and instantly felt his lover’s hands leave him. Reopening his eyes, he blinked a few times in question, but Asagi gently lifted one slim leg from the side of his chair in order to stand. “I didn’t say I wanted one.”
Nonetheless, Asagi walked up to a cabinet against the wall and flicked the catch, opening it to a shelf of bottles and upturned glasses. Ruiza could not see what was being poured due to Asagi’s board shoulders and straight build, and he sighed. He slid from the desk and pulled at the fastenings of his clothes, shrugging them off and nonchalantly folding them over the back of the other’s chair.
The night’s air was cool on his naked skin, as it had been earlier, but it was more pleasant a sensation when he was not on the job, worrying whether there could be complications; that his victim could fight back or he would be caught.
Before Asagi was able to pick up the prepared drinks, Ruiza stood flushed to his back, wrapping his slender arms around the man’s waist and standing on tiptoes to rest his chin on his shoulder.
“Are you being submissive or-?”
Ruiza chuckled, tilting his head to press a kiss to the raven haired man’s neck. “Just affectionate,”
“Good,” Asagi smiled and picked up the glasses. He was allowed to turn around in the blonde’s embrace and Ruiza gratefully took the glass offered to him, curiously eyeing the amber liquid before returning to Asagi’s scarlet gaze.
“I saw Kisaki downstairs earlier. Who does he want taken care of now?”
Asagi raised his glass to his plump lips and swallowed down a measure. Blinking slowly, he reached out with his free hand to delicately twist one of Ruiza’s braids around his index finger. That scarlet eye explored every inch of creamy flesh available. “A job I’ve already given to Tsune,”
“Oh?” Ruiza said, drinking with a raised eyebrow. “So you are making me redundant!”
Asagi smiled and shook his head. “No, it’s just a job more suited for him. Besides, I can only share so much of you around,”
“Better another man’s lover than your own,” the blonde smirked and shifted on his feet, jutting his left hip out. Asagi’s lips twisted and his hand travelled further down to grasp it. “There’s no threat to you, Asagi. Men take what they want from me, but you, you let me take what I want from you,”
“More affection? Did something happen tonight that you’re not telling me about?” the taller man used his grip to manoeuvre Ruiza about, to check for any wounds or forming bruises once again now that the canvas was limitless.
Ruiza shrugged him off, laughing, “No, no. It’s probably just an effect of the moon.”
“Or the drink…”
Glancing at his glass, Ruiza scoffed. “And still you give me more!”
“I never said I didn’t like you affectionate,” Asagi stepped closer, pulling the blonde tight to his frame and ghosting their lips together. “In a world like ours, a softer side is needed,”
“No doubt,” Ruiza snuck a full kiss to Asagi’s lips before breaking away to finish his drink. “But not tonight,”
At the taller man’s sound of question, Ruiza trailed his slender fingers down his chest, leering suggestively up in that single, visible scarlet eye.
Asagi chuckled slowly, taking both their empty glasses and returning them to the cabinet. “Make yourself comfortable on the desk then,”
Huffing, Ruiza crossed his arms over his chest. “Make it sound like I’m a chore to be done why don’t you? I’ll go find someone who actually-” he dramatically flung his arms back to his sides and made to stalk to the door but long fingers coiled around his upper arm and dragged him backwards. He was turned and a hot mouth attacked his, tasting of alcohol and some kind of fruit, sweet and tart, delicious as a tongue slid unabashed into his mouth.
Within seconds the kiss was different to any other he had experienced that night. Asagi knew exactly what he liked; what to do to get the blonde restless. Hands moved up to jet black hair, gliding through the silken strands and across shoulders, down his chest to blindly unfasten and unbuckle everything they came across. Asagi shifted and pulled at his own clothes, rendering himself naked in a matter of minutes. They parted once, smirking at each other and Asagi glanced at the door.
“Should we-?”
“I’m sure Tsune would’ve said to the guard we’re not to be disturbed,”
“I’m certain he didn’t,”
Ruiza barked a laugh and slung his arms around Asagi’s neck, pulling him down for another kiss. “Oh well,”
Shaking his head, amused, Asagi walked Ruiza backwards to his desk and carefully lifted him up to sit on it, watching as the blonde laid back, legs spread. The light cast strong shadows, concealing half of that slender face in darkness. There was just the glimmer of eyes and teeth past his lips, both narrow and curved.
Ruiza purred when Asagi leant over him, pressing a series of light kisses to his mouth before trailing along his jawline and down his neck. There was always some sense of urgency in the way Asagi explored his lover with his mouth, like he had to be quick to restrain himself. Ruiza was more than aware of the man’s inclination to bite - a habit that occasionally got the better of him and led to Ruiza needing a ‘break’ from assignments until he had completely healed. Their targets apparently did not appreciate being offered ‘damaged goods’ and Asagi took pride in providing flawless traps for his clients.
Two fingers probed gently at the blonde’s entrance. It was still slick from Ruiza’s needless preparation earlier that night, although the effects of which had all but worn off. He sucked in a breath as Asagi pressed them both in, obviously not expecting it to be as tight and as painful as it was.
Immediately, the taller raised his head and gently kissed Ruiza’s lips. “You didn’t even…?”
“Didn’t have to,” he replied, looping his arms around Asagi’s neck and forcing himself to relax around the two digits that remained inside him.
After a few moments, he quickly acclimatised and blinked to find Asagi still looking down at him with concern. “What? Stop pretending it doesn’t please you,”
Gently, Asagi shook his head and pressed another kiss to the blonde’s lips. “You should’ve told me,”
Ruiza barked a laugh, resting his head back on the desk. His hands slid down Asagi’s bare back, feeling nothing but smooth, warm skin. “I’ve had worse. Now, start moving, I’m getting bored."
Asagi sighed; rolling his eyes a little but nonetheless drew his fingers back a few inches. Ruiza purred accordingly, as eager to make the other feel more comfortable and less guilty as it was to tease him. But Asagi was determined to have his way in making sure that his lover was fully prepared to take him, and he ignored the protests and whines and reckless assurances brought about by impatience.
Only when he was content did he withdraw his hand completely from between Ruiza’s legs and place it on the desk to steady himself as his hips took up position in its stead. Immediately, slim legs circled his waist and pulled him tight and close. Ruiza smirked, blinking slowly, feeling as Asagi held his cock at a suitable angle.
He parted his lips, just beginning a sigh of a purr as Asagi started to push past the initial ring of muscle that, even after being loosened cautiously by fingers, was still a squeeze. But the action was halted by another call at the door.
Sagging, Asagi placed his hands on Ruiza’s thighs to gently push them from him and stood back. “Yes?”
“We have a… bit of a situation downstairs,” it was Hiroki’s voice that carried through the paper partition.
Asagi frowned and grabbed the first item of clothing he could wrap his fingers around - his black cape - and slung it around his shoulders in lieu of clothing. Groaning, Ruiza huffed and sat up, crossing his legs and pouting as his lover stalked over to the door. He pulled it aside a few inches, enough that he could see Hiroki and Hiroki could see him. “What is it?”
The brunette lowered his head in a quick bow and glanced down the corridor behind him. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but… Tsunehito’s friend has started another fight…”
“Right,” Asagi sighed, “I’ll be down in a minute,”
Ruiza watched as the door was closed again and Asagi returned to the pile of his clothes on the floor. “I’m not happy,” he muttered, and made a point of sitting still and not helping in putting on what he had been so eager to be rid of minutes beforehand.
“Rui,” Asagi gently cupped his hand over the blonde’s jaw and angled that face towards his. “I’ll probably only be a few minutes,”
“In a few minutes I might not be feeling so affectionate,”
A smirk danced on the raven-haired man’s lips. “I’m sure you will be. I’ll make sure of it.”