Mr & Mr Hitman

Friction

"A sign of war or partnership?", Justin read the title of the article out loud from his phone, his eyes brimming the contents of the report, stopping when he stumbled upon images of the decimated corpse of Matthew, turning his screen to let Cameron take a peek.

The photograph looked like an abstract painting, with areas of red, black and brown scattered in different tones; it took our deuteragonist a couple of seconds to be able to make out the shapes of the picture but once his brain was able to identify it, his eyes fixated on it. A laid-out corpse and that wide red area at the top was the male's face, mouth disturbingly opened as it was apparent he was yelling for help in his last minutes of life; two holes on top of that part - his eyes had melted. It was horrific, with bone structure more present than skin and flesh itself, and the most terrifying observation would be the fact that he died solely from the smoke and heat rather than the flames themselves - his skin had boiled, not burned.

Scrolling from right to left, Cameron was starting to gather a much more sadistic image of Samuel by the notices from the interviewed pathologist, "Died from asphyxiation, loss of blood and brain damage," he breathed, "Three bullets were found, nearly melting into the bones," he continued reading out loud until he noticed another picture. The arm of the victim almost burned to the last ash, however, the mark on the limb was still as clear as day. Cameron recognized his 'V' and the unfamiliar lines that were carved on it almost made him smile.

"You're as crazy as him aren't you?", Laura snorted.

"He's having fun," Cameron returned his boss's phone, "I do not have fun while killing people."

"But you're happy when your boyfriend does? Is that better?", Justin retrieved his phone, chuckling at the embarrassed youngster, "And what are we thinking about that carving?"

"It's a confession of love to Cameron," Laura hummed, "And a warning to others."

And just like a bulb lit up in his head, Justin sat up in his seat, making the other two characters flinch, "And what if we turn you two into the next 'Vixen'?"

"The whole point of killing him was to avoid attention?", Cameron raised an eyebrow, "What's the point?"

"You're no fun," Laura sighed.

"Yeah," Justin followed, "Anyway, we're done for today, you can return home," he lit another cigarette, "Meet me in," he glanced at Laura, "3 days," he nodded to his wife, looking back to his best man, waving subtly, ending the meeting, "And please, next time you want to get involved in anything that involves your capabilities as a hitman, let me know."

Cameron chuckled, "You're worried for me?"

"Yes," Justin replied almost immediately.

"You're like his little brother," Laura smiled, "You know how scared he was when you called two days ago?", she ruffled her now embarrassed husband's hair, "He couldn't sleep and kept nagging to me about how immature you are but mostly it was just him thinking he was useless because of the atrocities you went through."

"Aww," our deuteragonist frowned sheepishly, "Who's shy now?", he grinned.

"Go to your boyfriend or something," Justin rolled his eyes.

And he did just that.

Cameron strolled in the empty streets of Michigan; by now, he could identify the streets, corners, shops and whatnot. His long maroon trench coat with a garnet turtle neck and black jeans with the same coloured boots usually made people glance at him, not because of his good fashion sense but rather the apparent different facial features he had, clearly pointing at a foreign upbringing - feline eyes with fluttering lashes, a slightly crooked pointy nose and small rosy lips.

He took out his phone, the cold metal apparatus making him flinch as well as remeber that he forgot his gloves. Exhaling heavily, he chuckled at the notifications he received.

Handsome <3: I'm waiting for you so we can have breakfast together, please don't leave me to starve.

Obaasan: My little kitsune, how have you been?

As cilché as it might sound, despite the freezing morning of October, those words put a smile on his face, lighting a warm match in his heart; something that he slowly managed to get used to, instead of just embracing the cold.

Seeing the silhouette of the apartment peek in the corner, he fastened his pace, looking up in the sky at the dark greyish scatter of clouds that looked heavy, blocking the rays of sunshine as they announced the slow anticipated arrival of snow.

A brief moment of panic took over Cameron as he hastily patted his pockets, not feeling the presence of his keys until he finally remembered that he left a special brunette in his bed this morning. He defeatedly sighed, before turning the knob, the door staying intact as it was locked from inside.

Maybe he left.

His speculations were immediately proven wrong when he heard a shuffle inside, the handle shaking vigorously when the door flung open, revealing a shirtless Samuel with low-hanging sweatpants, unveiling his rather tempting V-line that slowly faded up into his abs.

"Like what you see?", Samuel's smirk could be heard in his chime, humming pleasingly before pulling Cameron inside by his waist, locking the door behind before gently pressing Cameron against it, using the weight of his own body to trap the man, "Because I sure do," he gazed down at the eyes that looked up to him, feeling the butterflies burst his stomach open, until he realised that the burning pain that pinched his flesh was nothing more than the twisting fingers of Cameron, "I'm not a fan of your way to show affection," he retrieved the other man's hand, kissing it affectionately, "Maybe be more gentle?"

Admiring the scene in total silence, Cameron chuckled, pulling back his hand to cup Samuel's face, the latter staring at him in confusion, "You'll have to get used to it unfortunately," he stood on his tiptoe, pecking his boyfriend's nose.

"Your wish is my command," the brunette whispered, nudging his lover's neck with his head, lifting his hand up to pull down the turtle neck and, as again, bombarde him with kisses.

"Hey," Cameron tried to push him away, but the ticklish pleasure and pure ecstasy that he felt took away all his strength as he unwillingly let out sounds of his lust, "At least let me change bozo."

"Just strip," Sam breathed in his lover's scent.

"It's winter," Cameron leaned his head on Samuel's.

"And?", Samuel stared into the hazel eyes, before moving down to the soft, chapped lips that asked for nothing else but the presence of his own, "I'll warm you up."

...

No because I can understand flirting, but sometimes couples gotta stfu my single heart breaks everytime.

Why I gotta write shi like this bro bye.