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Chapter 7

"I warned you...now you'll pay for the consequences of disobeying me."

Sanzu flipped Takemichi onto his back and leaned in, pressing his lips against the ones he so desired to touch since their first encounter.

Three years ago, Takemichi's father took his own life and left his debt to his son, Takemichi. Sanzu was assigned to take out Takemichi if he didn't cough up enough money...and he almost did.

He had the nuzzle kissing the forehead of Takemichi's, shiny blue eyes staring down at the dull aqua pair. Just when he clicked the hammer, Mikey burst open the door to his house and ordered Sanzu to stop.

Takemichi, an adult who was so done with life and didn't flinch nor tremble in fear at his almost successful murder attempt, was someone whom Mikey once considered a little brother back when they were in elementary to high school.

Their childhood friendship was broken off once Takemichi's family had to move to another prefecture, forcing their son to come along with them.

Sanzu was captivated by those ocean orbs.

He was too obsessed with them, was even planning to gouge them out when Takemichi was dead, but he's glad Mikey stopped him.

He's glad Mikey shot him in the shoulder to make him drop his pistol.

He's glad Mikey shoved him out of the way to make sure Takemichi was safe.

He's glad Mikey took Takemichi in because if this warm body currently underneath him was cold and unresponsive, he would've never gotten to see those pair of sapphire eyes gain their sparkle, the skinny cheekbone receive fat again, quick accidental glances at the fully healthy pale body, or the beautiful melody of speeches the vocal boxes provided his ears.

"Stick out your tongue, Hanagaki."

Instead of complying, Takemichi pouted.

"Takemichi."

"Hm?"

"I hate it when we're on a last-name basis."

Sanzu chuckled and shoved his fingers into Takemichi's mouth, pulling the tongue out himself.

"Fine, Takemichi~. If Mikey learns of what I'm 'bout to do on you, you'll save me from him, right?" "If you're shitty in bed, then consider yourself in a casket by tomorrow afternoon."

Takemichi was silenced into another kiss, warm tongues frolicking around each other.

Slender long fingers crept under the high-quality smooth white suit shirt, brushing against the bare nipples.

Takemichi gasped when Sanzu pinched them.

It hurts, but Takemichi loved it.

Sanzu's other hand crept to somewhere more below, circling the covered virgin hole. He grabbed the end of the pesky boxers and off they went.

Perfectly sculpted thighs unconsciously pressed against each other, trying to hide the bare lower region.

As punishment, Sanzu pinched one, digging his nail into the skin. "Don't cover them, Takemichi." He growled.

Takemichi whimpered and nodded his head, relaxing his legs down onto the floor.

"Good boy~."

That single praise rang nicely in Takemichi's ears.

Sanzu slowly inserted his finger through the squeezing ring of muscle, immediate heat comforting his lone finger.

"How're you feeling, 'michi~?"