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Hitman

"Pardon?"

Arthur Kirkland, assassin, was sitting across from a new client who was asking him the impossible.

"Let me get this straight," Arthur murmured, standing up. "You want me to assassinate the unkillable target? Do you have any idea how many assassins he has already killed!?"

The client sighed, and tossed a briefcase onto the table between them. "Hitman Jones must die or hundreds of innocent people will die."

Arthur scoffed, falling back in his chair. "Him and I have gone at it for years, sir. I have tried killing him and he's tried killing me. Neither of us succeed because it is merely play. If I start going after him without the intention of playing, I will die the second he sees me. He is a ruthless man, and you of all people should know this."

The quiet man sighed. "I know. I also know what he thinks about you." He smiled. "He likes you, Kirkland. Not just as a plaything, but as a human. He despises the fact that you have a boyfriend. He wants you to be his. If you get close to him, kill him. His guard is always lowered when you're around."

The assassin gulped. He glanced back at his mentioned boyfriend who smiled and nodded encouragingly, although reluctant to send his short boyfriend off. Arthur sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."

~

The mission was doomed from the start.

Arthur's palms were sweaty and shaky with nerves as he waited for the hitman to arrive.

"Arthur!" Arms were thrown around the short Brit. "I missed you! You haven't come to play with me in a long time!" Alfred pouted as he pulled back from the embrace.

"Sorry, love." Arthur played a smirk as he reached up and fixed Alfred's bow tie. "Busy with the job."

"Ooh, what were they!?" Alfred's bright blue eyes sparkled excitedly. "Did ya kill anyone big? Or was it a lame job?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It was 'lame', as you say. Come, let's walk." Alfred nodded eagerly, raising his arms up, then placing his hands on the back of his head. They walked through the park, Arthur leading them to a more secluded area. "I haven't been getting any good jobs lately. So far it's killing a cheating spouse or spouse that's stealing all the money or taking down someone that owes money."

Alfred snickered. "Man, that sucks... I like my job."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I know you do, love. All you do is kill without motive or pay. You do it because it's fun." Alfred shrugged, dropping an arm. Arthur smiled as Alfred grabbed his hand and wove their fingers together. "I like our games that we play, Alfred, but..." The assassin trailed, looking up at the sky. His fingers on his unoccupied hand played with the handle of the blade he carried. "I don't want to keep playing them like this." He stopped walking and turned his body to face Alfred. "I want more."

Alfred hummed, looking down at their hands. "More, huh? Like... Like lovers?" Hope sparked in his voice as he looked into Arthur's eyes.

That hope crushed Arthur's heart, but he still smiled. "Lovers..." He stood on his toes, closing his eyes. Alfred leaned down, his other hand that wasn't holding Arthur's was pressed against the small of Arthur's back.

Their lips pressed together, and Arthur swore there were sparks. Carefully, he unsheathed his blade and held it up, his eyes open to be sure that his target wasn't watching him.

He breathed in deeply as they momentarily pulled apart, then moaned softly as their lips connected once again. He slid his hand up over Alfred's chest and shoulder, careful to not let the younger man know he had the blade. Alfred squeezed him tighter, pressing their bodies together to where there was no space left between them. Arthur's heart pounded erratically as he positioned the knife. One wrong move and-