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Title: It Ain't Christmas without a Gun
Pairing: Hanchul, ninja Kangteuk, Kyumin
Category: romance, fluff, CIA or korean version of CIA AU
Summary: Suju has guns. They track down criminals. They investigate criminals. Hankyung is too nice. There are GUNS. There's almost sex in front of a criminal. The End.
He presses a gun against the man’s head and bends down until their foreheads are side by side. “Look either you tell me what happened that night and give me that chip or I’ll blow your brains out” he half whispers for dramatic effect because that’s one of the best part of the job. That and he’s just really wants to go to sleep.
The mafia leader is unfazed by the threat and lets out a maniacal chuckle. “Oh yeah?’ He tries to turn his head to the side but Hankyung reaches out a hand and grasps the back of his neck in an iron-hard grip. “Who will give you the information then when I’m dead?” “You need me” he grounds out.
“Oh.” The Chinese blond lets his mouth form a small ‘o’ and stood up, cracking his neck. “You know, I hate it when you guys play the you-need-me-game.” He shoots at towards the ground, bullet barely grazing the fidgety hands that were trying to undo knots that has been re-enforced with steel backing and stiffened with some other material he can’t think of right now. “Because you know what, I could always be more brutal and disgustingly cruel and say I’ll shoot one of your balls until you’re bleeding in pain but can’t do anything about it because you’re the one all tied up here. And if I feel like it I’ll shoot your arm so you’ll be in even more pain, and THEN if you still won’t talk I’ll be maybe let loose some really hungry-“
“Calm down hyung.” Sungmin steps into the poorly lit investigation room and patted his slightly panting partner on the back. “Why did they let you be in charge of investigation anyways? You suck at it.” He casts a disdainful look at the greasiness of the guy sitting in the single chair of the room and turns around to see Hankyung rubbing his face tiredly with his hand.
“I don’t KNOW. Eeteuk only told me that I only had to haul this guy in, and now I’m stuck with this piece of shit.” He jerks a hand behind him. “And dammit Heechul is going to be home in like two hours and if I don’t have food ready, that’s like couch-duty for a week, and my back is TIRED Sungmin because I haven’t sleep for like three days because Kangin decided to play sick so I was in charge of FIVE cases. In THREE days.” He could already feel his accent getting thicker due to the lack of sleep and general discontent with his job right at the moment.
Sungmin clucks, more at Hankyung’s accent that still remains thick even after six years in Korea and less at the pity he feels for the man. “Okay just go home. I’ll do these, and Kyuhyun is coming in like five minutes so we’ll get this thing taken care of in like …” He looks over at the confused face of their criminal, the flabby figure. “eight minutes”.
“Oh thank god”. Hankyung feels like hugging Sungmin right now, but he needed to get home fast because Heechul tends to get home early in situations like this so he settles for throwing a dagger at the man behind, barely missing the ear, to help Sungmin get started.
“You owe me!” Sungmin calls out at Hankyung’s waving backside. He turns back to the man behind him and smiles innocently. “So you like bunnies?”
***
Hankyung slowly opens the door to his apartment and chucks his shoe in carefully. He pauses a little, hears nothing so he relaxes enough to enter the door, dump his coat and key on the coffee table, and rushes into the kitchen in less than three seconds. Thirty minutes later, he has the rice cooking and three pots shimmering, the house filled with the aroma of good food.
He’s about to set the plate when he notices Heechul sitting at the table, glasses on, reading a Nylon magazine. He jumps three feet into the air and rasps out a “Jesus Christ” with his hand over his heart. “Don’t SCARE me like that dammit.”
“Hmm.” His lover shrugs and flips a page of the magazine. “I didn’t feel like disturbing you cooking.”
“Well at least say some-“. He stops as he consider the situation because Heechul is being a little bit too quiet and he’s not supposed to be home for another hour. “Whatever
Sungmin told you, I had my work well under control.”
Heechul puts down the magazine and stares cooly at Hankyung. “Oh Sungmin didn’t tell me anything.”
Hankyung’s about to let out a sigh of relief, but Heechul continues on.
“Zhoumi did. That and there’s blood on your coat.”
“I’m in charge of actually catching the the most wanted people Heechul. Of course there would be blood.” He turns around and tries to ignore the stare Heechul is burning onto his back. Dinner shouldn’t get burned because of them talking about work.
“You really need to grow a backbone and stop taking up all the assignments of anyone who has an emergency.”
Hankyung pulls out the serving plates and starts laddening it with food. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Heechul’s next to him in a flash, arms around him, lips on the curve of his mouth, a kitchen knife lightly cutting into his side; luckily he dulled the knives after moving in with Heechul.
“Oh really? Remember what I told you China-man, about 5 cases max in one week.” He only has to stick his tongue out a bit before it’s swallowed by a hungry mouth. Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, food left forgotten, knife clattering to the floor.
“Oh shut up. I haven’t kissed you in three days so can’t you just let this slide so we can go have hot sex?” Hankyung is already slipping a hand up Heechul’s shirt, starving hands roaming all over the milky, smooth skin.
Heechul lets his breath hitch a little before replying because Hankyung is sucking on his neck now, and it’s kind of hard to keep his voice even. “What about the food?” He lets one arm drape itself over broad shoulders, a leg wrapping itself around a familiar waist.
“Fuck the food.”
***
Heechul is tracing random Chinese characters onto Hankyung’s stomach 2 hours later when their house phone ring. Hankyung igmores it because Heechul’s hair never fails to mesmerize him, how it’s so soft and silky and his hands just can’t stop stroking.
Eeteuk’s voice suddenly fills the air. He’s got to remember to turn the volume down on that thing. “Look Heechul I forced Hankyung to take those extra assignments alright so don’t be too hard on him. And they were rather easy ones too, two small leaders, a big tycoon, a former prostitute-turned-high-profile-drug-dealer, and just one big leader. Oh and Shiwon is looking for you, says he has to talk about some case. He might-“ Hankyung doesn’t get to hear the rest because Heechul gets tired of the nagging so he sits up, reaches across the bed, picks up the phone, and put it back down again.
“Guy gets even more annoying when he’s older. You would think that after going out with Kangin for so long he would loosen up a little.”
Hankyung just smiles and pulls Heechul back by the waist, burrowing his head into the man’s side as he does so.
“Well aren’t you being clingly.” Heechul smacks him on the head. “Stop it.”
“We’ve barely even talked for the past three days so just let me be for now.”
“Hmph.” He leans back again the headboard. “If you do more than 5 cases anymore I’ll kill you. And stop bleeding dammit. The stain is hard to clean.” He doesn’t mention how his heart beats his a little faster every time he sees the blood, aching a little more when seeing his boyfriend bruised and hurt after a day of work.
Hankyung murmurs some Chinese and closes his eye, tightening his hold on Heechul’s waist. He doesn’t mention how he sees worry flash across Heechul’s face everytime he comes home with a bloody shirt, how Heechul’s fingers linger over his bruises more than necessary when applying the disinfectant.
Heechul resists the urge to throw Hankyung’s back down to the bed and going for another round so he chooses instead to pull the laptop on the bedside table and puts it on Hankyung’s head, turning it on to go on Daum for the latest Wonder Girls news.
***
“So I heard you almost cried during investigation duty.” Kangin has a smirk that Hankyung really wants to punch off his face but since he’s a bit busy polishing his guns right now and might accidentally shoot the man instead, he chooses not too; he thinks that would not be very nice to Eeteuk, especially after Heechul did almost accidentally shoot Kangin once during a mission, and the leader of their dysfunctional team had only let that slide with a small warning and a threat that wasn’t really a threat at all, it was like a Ryeowook trying to be all mean to Henry but just failing miserably at it.
“I did NOT. Sungmin is an exaggerating liar.”
“Oh it wasn’t Sungmin who told me.” Kangin grins. “It was Zhoumi.”
Hankyung almost bangs his head against the work table but figures he didn’t really need the pain. “WHY is it always Zhoumi?”
“Because he’s a little girl.” Kyuhyun walks into their guns room and starts looking at the revolvers section. “And Sungmin is like his big sister or something.”
“I am NOT.” Sungmin walks in and starts throwing all his protection gear on the table that Hankyung JUST spent 2 hours cleaning. Untidiness in this holy room ticks him off. He’s about to tell Sungmin to clean up that crap when the effeminate man utters two special syllables.
“Christmas. What are you getting Heechul for Christmas?”
“Fuck when is that?”
Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow. “In two days. Didn’t you notice all the decorations when you cornered that guy in the Itaewon district?”
He did in fact, but the thought never really registered.
“Well guess who’s getting missions on Christmas this year?” Kangin sing-songs, and for a little respect he adds a “Hankyung hyunggie”.
Hankyung puts on the best glare he could muster when his mind is already reviewing the list of the things that he’s already gotten Heechul in their 5 years of dating. “If you say it’s me, I swear I will load this gun right now and aim it at your-“
“Please don’t me have to find a new lover Hankyung.” Eeteuk walks in with a gentle smile to stand in front of Hankyung, partially blocking his view of Kangin because Eeteuk is like a stick and Kangin’s a big bear. “Kyuhyun someone complained about you and Sungmin having sex in the investigation room.” He turns toward the magnae of their department, who was currently calmly restocking his bullets supply. “Again. In front of the one you were supposed to be investigating.”
Sungmin merely shrugs. “I don’t see the problem with it. We got the information in the end right.”
“Yeah but you guys are giving a bad image to the other departments so stop it.” Eeteuk turns around and is about to start talking to Hankyung, but he stops and turns around again. “If you guys do it again, I’m putting Sungmin in charge of all missions that requires seducing someone or dressing as a girl.”
“Or being a man whore.” Kangin adds delightlfully.
Kyuhyun makes a mental note to mess up the info for Kangin’s future cases later.
Eeteuk rolls his eyes and slaps his boyfriend lightly. “Yeah that. So Hankyung.”
“I refuse to do any missions on Christmas. I already did Kangin’s work so either you give me a vacation or talk to Heechul because I am NOT telling him that I’m missing Christmas.”
“Please Hankyung. I already gave Eunhae the break because they covered last Christmas. Kyuhyun is already hacking a dozen system for all the cases coming up. Shindong and Henry are trying to track down Kibum because we need his stupid smile for some case. Ryeowook-“
“In other words everybody is busy so suck it up.”
“Thank you Kangin.”
Hankyung is still staring blankly at Eeteuk so the man decides to resort to desperate measures.
“I’m bribing Siwon to give Heechul a case during Christmas too. That way you guys BOTH be responsible for not spending Christmas together. Oh and your partners will be Zhoumi and Sungmin this time.”
Hankyung barely has time to drop his jaw down in surprise at the cruelty before Eeteuk bounces out the room with a huff.
“You could’ve just accepted and gone home in time to snuggle up to Heechul or something you know.”
“I hate you Kyuhyun.” He stands up and kicks his chair, walking out without putting his chair back up just to show his anger at this because it’s not like he can do any more. Eeteuk could always come up with something worse.
***
Hankyung’s right eye is twitching in annoyance when he follows his boyfriend down the hallway to the office of the bastard he’s supposed to be bringing in. Although they’ve made a silent promise to never talk about their missions, he thinks there’s something unfair about being set up on the same case with the man’s he sleeping with without knowing that he was set up on the same case with the man’s sleeping with. The file he was given told him the secretary was going to be Ryeowook dammit. He is going to kill Kyuhyun this time for sure because this is just really a bad joke.
A really bad joke he notes when he sees the way the surprisingl young tycoon’s gaze lingers on Heechul’s ass as his lover walks out of the three after a husky “Call me if you need anything Min Eui-sshi”.
Five minutes later, he has the bastard tied up, eyes bright with fear staring hard at the revolver that Hankyung had polished to perfection just the other day. “Besides that fact that you’ve been doing some black market business, tell me what you think of the secretary.”
The man looks confused at this and it pisses Hankyung off so he cracks the blunt, but hard edge of the revolver against skill. “Ow! What the hell was that for?!”
“He thinks I’m the hottest thing on earth.” Heechul walks with a slight swing to the hips. For the first time, Hankyung notices his hair was tied up with several lose strands curling down towards a partially exposed neck, the flesh looking all soft and delicious. Heechul stops right behind Hankyung and lets his head fall sideways on his boyfriend’s right shoulder. “Grabbed ahold of my waist the other day and called me cute too.”
Hankyung’s eyes narrow as his mind goes through a list of horrible punishments he can inflict on this stupid baby of a man without Eeteuk scolding him for being too harsh. His voice is cracking when he speaks. “Oh yeah? And what else did he do?”
“Hmm letsee.” Heechul is hugging him lightly from behind now. “Fondled my butt a little when I got him coffee. Tried to kiss me when I gave him a file.”
The safety on the gun is looking really tempting right now.
Heechul smirks when he sees Hankyung’s glare getting even darker than it already was. “Oh and he straight up asked me for a blowjob when he caught me looking at their databases.”
He’s about to throw the laptop on the desk towards that parasite to society when Heechul starts pressing light kisses on the side of his face and all he can do is forget. In about two seconds, he sticks his gun inside his suit and pushes Heechul against the big glass table, lips hungrily pressing against Heechul’s mouth. He doesn’t even need to make any shots to shut their big CEO up because Heechul already did when Hankyung started ripping away the scarf on Heechul’s neck. And then it was just Heechul. Heechul’s scent. Heechul’s skin. Heechul’s lips. Heechul’s fingers. Heechul’s voice. Because they were all his. HIS. His scent. His skin. His lips. His fingers. His voice.
“Hey!” Sungmin’s annoying voice crashes into his pleasant haven. “Look you guys can have sex later but let’s just get this guy down to the office so I can go home and drink the wine I got for Kyuhyun. Zhoumi just got all the files we need to throw this guy in jail for life, and he’s freezing his butt off outside waiting for you so COME ON.
Hankyung growls in almost beastly way when Heechul pushes him away and starts to pull the parasite up. He steps forward, gathers the parasite, and pushes him toward Sungmin. “Fine. Fine. See if I cover for you the next time you and Kyuhyun have sex on OUR mission.”
“Oh fine~” He whines and huffs like a big baby. “You guys just do whatever you want. Zhoumi and I will handle everything from here.”
Suddenly his partner doesn’t seem so bad after all. He already has Heechul against the glass table again when Sungmin calls out a “Merry Christmas.”
He manages a “Berry Jesusmas” before he turns back to his Christmas. Heechul did put sex on a glass table on his wish list, and having sex on a case was one of the best part of
the job until Eeteuk got anal and moved Heechul to Shiwon’s department.
“Hey China-man you still owe me an expensive gift.”
Title: It Ain't Christmas without a Gun
Pairing: Hanchul, ninja Kangteuk, Kyumin
Category: romance, fluff, CIA or korean version of CIA AU
Summary: Suju has guns. They track down criminals. They investigate criminals. Hankyung is too nice. There are GUNS. There's almost sex in front of a criminal. The End.
He presses a gun against the man’s head and bends down until their foreheads are side by side. “Look either you tell me what happened that night and give me that chip or I’ll blow your brains out” he half whispers for dramatic effect because that’s one of the best part of the job. That and he’s just really wants to go to sleep.
The mafia leader is unfazed by the threat and lets out a maniacal chuckle. “Oh yeah?’ He tries to turn his head to the side but Hankyung reaches out a hand and grasps the back of his neck in an iron-hard grip. “Who will give you the information then when I’m dead?” “You need me” he grounds out.
“Oh.” The Chinese blond lets his mouth form a small ‘o’ and stood up, cracking his neck. “You know, I hate it when you guys play the you-need-me-game.” He shoots at towards the ground, bullet barely grazing the fidgety hands that were trying to undo knots that has been re-enforced with steel backing and stiffened with some other material he can’t think of right now. “Because you know what, I could always be more brutal and disgustingly cruel and say I’ll shoot one of your balls until you’re bleeding in pain but can’t do anything about it because you’re the one all tied up here. And if I feel like it I’ll shoot your arm so you’ll be in even more pain, and THEN if you still won’t talk I’ll be maybe let loose some really hungry-“
“Calm down hyung.” Sungmin steps into the poorly lit investigation room and patted his slightly panting partner on the back. “Why did they let you be in charge of investigation anyways? You suck at it.” He casts a disdainful look at the greasiness of the guy sitting in the single chair of the room and turns around to see Hankyung rubbing his face tiredly with his hand.
“I don’t KNOW. Eeteuk only told me that I only had to haul this guy in, and now I’m stuck with this piece of shit.” He jerks a hand behind him. “And dammit Heechul is going to be home in like two hours and if I don’t have food ready, that’s like couch-duty for a week, and my back is TIRED Sungmin because I haven’t sleep for like three days because Kangin decided to play sick so I was in charge of FIVE cases. In THREE days.” He could already feel his accent getting thicker due to the lack of sleep and general discontent with his job right at the moment.
Sungmin clucks, more at Hankyung’s accent that still remains thick even after six years in Korea and less at the pity he feels for the man. “Okay just go home. I’ll do these, and Kyuhyun is coming in like five minutes so we’ll get this thing taken care of in like …” He looks over at the confused face of their criminal, the flabby figure. “eight minutes”.
“Oh thank god”. Hankyung feels like hugging Sungmin right now, but he needed to get home fast because Heechul tends to get home early in situations like this so he settles for throwing a dagger at the man behind, barely missing the ear, to help Sungmin get started.
“You owe me!” Sungmin calls out at Hankyung’s waving backside. He turns back to the man behind him and smiles innocently. “So you like bunnies?”
***
Hankyung slowly opens the door to his apartment and chucks his shoe in carefully. He pauses a little, hears nothing so he relaxes enough to enter the door, dump his coat and key on the coffee table, and rushes into the kitchen in less than three seconds. Thirty minutes later, he has the rice cooking and three pots shimmering, the house filled with the aroma of good food.
He’s about to set the plate when he notices Heechul sitting at the table, glasses on, reading a Nylon magazine. He jumps three feet into the air and rasps out a “Jesus Christ” with his hand over his heart. “Don’t SCARE me like that dammit.”
“Hmm.” His lover shrugs and flips a page of the magazine. “I didn’t feel like disturbing you cooking.”
“Well at least say some-“. He stops as he consider the situation because Heechul is being a little bit too quiet and he’s not supposed to be home for another hour. “Whatever
Sungmin told you, I had my work well under control.”
Heechul puts down the magazine and stares cooly at Hankyung. “Oh Sungmin didn’t tell me anything.”
Hankyung’s about to let out a sigh of relief, but Heechul continues on.
“Zhoumi did. That and there’s blood on your coat.”
“I’m in charge of actually catching the the most wanted people Heechul. Of course there would be blood.” He turns around and tries to ignore the stare Heechul is burning onto his back. Dinner shouldn’t get burned because of them talking about work.
“You really need to grow a backbone and stop taking up all the assignments of anyone who has an emergency.”
Hankyung pulls out the serving plates and starts laddening it with food. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Heechul’s next to him in a flash, arms around him, lips on the curve of his mouth, a kitchen knife lightly cutting into his side; luckily he dulled the knives after moving in with Heechul.
“Oh really? Remember what I told you China-man, about 5 cases max in one week.” He only has to stick his tongue out a bit before it’s swallowed by a hungry mouth. Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, food left forgotten, knife clattering to the floor.
“Oh shut up. I haven’t kissed you in three days so can’t you just let this slide so we can go have hot sex?” Hankyung is already slipping a hand up Heechul’s shirt, starving hands roaming all over the milky, smooth skin.
Heechul lets his breath hitch a little before replying because Hankyung is sucking on his neck now, and it’s kind of hard to keep his voice even. “What about the food?” He lets one arm drape itself over broad shoulders, a leg wrapping itself around a familiar waist.
“Fuck the food.”
***
Heechul is tracing random Chinese characters onto Hankyung’s stomach 2 hours later when their house phone ring. Hankyung igmores it because Heechul’s hair never fails to mesmerize him, how it’s so soft and silky and his hands just can’t stop stroking.
Eeteuk’s voice suddenly fills the air. He’s got to remember to turn the volume down on that thing. “Look Heechul I forced Hankyung to take those extra assignments alright so don’t be too hard on him. And they were rather easy ones too, two small leaders, a big tycoon, a former prostitute-turned-high-profile-drug-dealer, and just one big leader. Oh and Shiwon is looking for you, says he has to talk about some case. He might-“ Hankyung doesn’t get to hear the rest because Heechul gets tired of the nagging so he sits up, reaches across the bed, picks up the phone, and put it back down again.
“Guy gets even more annoying when he’s older. You would think that after going out with Kangin for so long he would loosen up a little.”
Hankyung just smiles and pulls Heechul back by the waist, burrowing his head into the man’s side as he does so.
“Well aren’t you being clingly.” Heechul smacks him on the head. “Stop it.”
“We’ve barely even talked for the past three days so just let me be for now.”
“Hmph.” He leans back again the headboard. “If you do more than 5 cases anymore I’ll kill you. And stop bleeding dammit. The stain is hard to clean.” He doesn’t mention how his heart beats his a little faster every time he sees the blood, aching a little more when seeing his boyfriend bruised and hurt after a day of work.
Hankyung murmurs some Chinese and closes his eye, tightening his hold on Heechul’s waist. He doesn’t mention how he sees worry flash across Heechul’s face everytime he comes home with a bloody shirt, how Heechul’s fingers linger over his bruises more than necessary when applying the disinfectant.
Heechul resists the urge to throw Hankyung’s back down to the bed and going for another round so he chooses instead to pull the laptop on the bedside table and puts it on Hankyung’s head, turning it on to go on Daum for the latest Wonder Girls news.
***
“So I heard you almost cried during investigation duty.” Kangin has a smirk that Hankyung really wants to punch off his face but since he’s a bit busy polishing his guns right now and might accidentally shoot the man instead, he chooses not too; he thinks that would not be very nice to Eeteuk, especially after Heechul did almost accidentally shoot Kangin once during a mission, and the leader of their dysfunctional team had only let that slide with a small warning and a threat that wasn’t really a threat at all, it was like a Ryeowook trying to be all mean to Henry but just failing miserably at it.
“I did NOT. Sungmin is an exaggerating liar.”
“Oh it wasn’t Sungmin who told me.” Kangin grins. “It was Zhoumi.”
Hankyung almost bangs his head against the work table but figures he didn’t really need the pain. “WHY is it always Zhoumi?”
“Because he’s a little girl.” Kyuhyun walks into their guns room and starts looking at the revolvers section. “And Sungmin is like his big sister or something.”
“I am NOT.” Sungmin walks in and starts throwing all his protection gear on the table that Hankyung JUST spent 2 hours cleaning. Untidiness in this holy room ticks him off. He’s about to tell Sungmin to clean up that crap when the effeminate man utters two special syllables.
“Christmas. What are you getting Heechul for Christmas?”
“Fuck when is that?”
Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow. “In two days. Didn’t you notice all the decorations when you cornered that guy in the Itaewon district?”
He did in fact, but the thought never really registered.
“Well guess who’s getting missions on Christmas this year?” Kangin sing-songs, and for a little respect he adds a “Hankyung hyunggie”.
Hankyung puts on the best glare he could muster when his mind is already reviewing the list of the things that he’s already gotten Heechul in their 5 years of dating. “If you say it’s me, I swear I will load this gun right now and aim it at your-“
“Please don’t me have to find a new lover Hankyung.” Eeteuk walks in with a gentle smile to stand in front of Hankyung, partially blocking his view of Kangin because Eeteuk is like a stick and Kangin’s a big bear. “Kyuhyun someone complained about you and Sungmin having sex in the investigation room.” He turns toward the magnae of their department, who was currently calmly restocking his bullets supply. “Again. In front of the one you were supposed to be investigating.”
Sungmin merely shrugs. “I don’t see the problem with it. We got the information in the end right.”
“Yeah but you guys are giving a bad image to the other departments so stop it.” Eeteuk turns around and is about to start talking to Hankyung, but he stops and turns around again. “If you guys do it again, I’m putting Sungmin in charge of all missions that requires seducing someone or dressing as a girl.”
“Or being a man whore.” Kangin adds delightlfully.
Kyuhyun makes a mental note to mess up the info for Kangin’s future cases later.
Eeteuk rolls his eyes and slaps his boyfriend lightly. “Yeah that. So Hankyung.”
“I refuse to do any missions on Christmas. I already did Kangin’s work so either you give me a vacation or talk to Heechul because I am NOT telling him that I’m missing Christmas.”
“Please Hankyung. I already gave Eunhae the break because they covered last Christmas. Kyuhyun is already hacking a dozen system for all the cases coming up. Shindong and Henry are trying to track down Kibum because we need his stupid smile for some case. Ryeowook-“
“In other words everybody is busy so suck it up.”
“Thank you Kangin.”
Hankyung is still staring blankly at Eeteuk so the man decides to resort to desperate measures.
“I’m bribing Siwon to give Heechul a case during Christmas too. That way you guys BOTH be responsible for not spending Christmas together. Oh and your partners will be Zhoumi and Sungmin this time.”
Hankyung barely has time to drop his jaw down in surprise at the cruelty before Eeteuk bounces out the room with a huff.
“You could’ve just accepted and gone home in time to snuggle up to Heechul or something you know.”
“I hate you Kyuhyun.” He stands up and kicks his chair, walking out without putting his chair back up just to show his anger at this because it’s not like he can do any more. Eeteuk could always come up with something worse.
***
Hankyung’s right eye is twitching in annoyance when he follows his boyfriend down the hallway to the office of the bastard he’s supposed to be bringing in. Although they’ve made a silent promise to never talk about their missions, he thinks there’s something unfair about being set up on the same case with the man’s he sleeping with without knowing that he was set up on the same case with the man’s sleeping with. The file he was given told him the secretary was going to be Ryeowook dammit. He is going to kill Kyuhyun this time for sure because this is just really a bad joke.
A really bad joke he notes when he sees the way the surprisingl young tycoon’s gaze lingers on Heechul’s ass as his lover walks out of the three after a husky “Call me if you need anything Min Eui-sshi”.
Five minutes later, he has the bastard tied up, eyes bright with fear staring hard at the revolver that Hankyung had polished to perfection just the other day. “Besides that fact that you’ve been doing some black market business, tell me what you think of the secretary.”
The man looks confused at this and it pisses Hankyung off so he cracks the blunt, but hard edge of the revolver against skill. “Ow! What the hell was that for?!”
“He thinks I’m the hottest thing on earth.” Heechul walks with a slight swing to the hips. For the first time, Hankyung notices his hair was tied up with several lose strands curling down towards a partially exposed neck, the flesh looking all soft and delicious. Heechul stops right behind Hankyung and lets his head fall sideways on his boyfriend’s right shoulder. “Grabbed ahold of my waist the other day and called me cute too.”
Hankyung’s eyes narrow as his mind goes through a list of horrible punishments he can inflict on this stupid baby of a man without Eeteuk scolding him for being too harsh. His voice is cracking when he speaks. “Oh yeah? And what else did he do?”
“Hmm letsee.” Heechul is hugging him lightly from behind now. “Fondled my butt a little when I got him coffee. Tried to kiss me when I gave him a file.”
The safety on the gun is looking really tempting right now.
Heechul smirks when he sees Hankyung’s glare getting even darker than it already was. “Oh and he straight up asked me for a blowjob when he caught me looking at their databases.”
He’s about to throw the laptop on the desk towards that parasite to society when Heechul starts pressing light kisses on the side of his face and all he can do is forget. In about two seconds, he sticks his gun inside his suit and pushes Heechul against the big glass table, lips hungrily pressing against Heechul’s mouth. He doesn’t even need to make any shots to shut their big CEO up because Heechul already did when Hankyung started ripping away the scarf on Heechul’s neck. And then it was just Heechul. Heechul’s scent. Heechul’s skin. Heechul’s lips. Heechul’s fingers. Heechul’s voice. Because they were all his. HIS. His scent. His skin. His lips. His fingers. His voice.
“Hey!” Sungmin’s annoying voice crashes into his pleasant haven. “Look you guys can have sex later but let’s just get this guy down to the office so I can go home and drink the wine I got for Kyuhyun. Zhoumi just got all the files we need to throw this guy in jail for life, and he’s freezing his butt off outside waiting for you so COME ON.
Hankyung growls in almost beastly way when Heechul pushes him away and starts to pull the parasite up. He steps forward, gathers the parasite, and pushes him toward Sungmin. “Fine. Fine. See if I cover for you the next time you and Kyuhyun have sex on OUR mission.”
“Oh fine~” He whines and huffs like a big baby. “You guys just do whatever you want. Zhoumi and I will handle everything from here.”
Suddenly his partner doesn’t seem so bad after all. He already has Heechul against the glass table again when Sungmin calls out a “Merry Christmas.”
He manages a “Berry Jesusmas” before he turns back to his Christmas. Heechul did put sex on a glass table on his wish list, and having sex on a case was one of the best part of
the job until Eeteuk got anal and moved Heechul to Shiwon’s department.
“Hey China-man you still owe me an expensive gift.”