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killer bean & james charles angst

   "Don't tell me you didn't put it up his ass," James giggled, resting his head on Killer Bean's chest, with the bean looking down so lovingly at the boy. "please tell me you didn't."

The bean pursed his lips, glancing at the lamp, holding back a smile.

James promptly sat up, a surprised expression on his face. "You did!"

KB looked back at him and genuinely laughed, something a bean of his position wasn't capable of doing until now; and as KB chortled, James fell deeper in love.

He never knew that this dangerous, merciless bean would ever become the only guy he was sure he'd trust his entire soul with for a couple of forevers. And for once, James knew the feeling was mutual.

They stayed like this until the laughter died, then James bit his lip and brought them upon Killer Bean's. The bean sighed against the touch, deepening the kiss as he rolled on top of the beauty guru. He couldn't control himself whenever he was around, he just needed his touch.

Running his hands down his ass, he then kneads the pert flesh of his dummy thicc asscheeks, eliciting a soft moan from the boy beneath him. Killer Bean smirked, tugging at boxers, to which James rolled his eyes and nodded.

The night was cold, but with Killer Bean, he could heat it up real quick. Like microwave soup.

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After hours of cuddling and lying around, the bean glanced at the clock and immediately got up, leaving a sleeping James a peck on the forehead. Killer Bean grabbed his toupee and his trousers, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. He had a meeting with an associate bean from Headquarters in about an hour, and the last thing he needed was a lecture to rotten his mood.

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The meeting place was a chapel right outside Beantown. His associate was particularly religious and much preferred a more private, holy sanctuary than the run-of-the-mill rooftops.

Killer Bean's every step reverberated throughout the chapel halls, and God, did it give him the chills. Not in a million years would he give up his stoic disposition, however. He had a reputation to uphold, and he wouldn't let some church echoes creep him out.

   "Killer Bean," Father Bean greeted the assassin, nodding his head at him. "You made it."

   "Wouldn't want ya to be kept waiting, father," He smirked. "So what was so important that you needed me out here so quickly?"

Father Bean's warm gaze quickly hardened. He took a seat. "Plans have changed, Killer Bean,"

The rebel bean in from raised an eye ridge; he'd never seen an expression on Father like that before. It actually made him panic.

   "They're planning on making you kill James, my dear bean."