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Bathroom bickering (NSFW)

The pair had barely stumbled into the house, nonetheless through Brett's living room before the boss pulled his prisoner into the bathroom. The door shut behind them, and Brett locked it before pressing Eddy against it and their lips together again. His hand found one of Eddy's and he intertwined their fingers.

Eddy could feel the sting of the wood from being pressed into the door, sending tremors up his spine, in a pleasurable way. It wasn't fun if it wasn't a bit rough. Now was the time to figure out how to leave Brett dead in his bathroom. With all of his other seduction victims they would never get to the good parts - because he was a loyal boyfriend - he would catch them off guard to slit their throats or strangle them. Seeing as he had no sharp objects, he'd have to strangle Brett.

It was so good to press himself against Eddy and let the desires he had for years come out. It felt like Eddy was enjoying this too judging from how he pressed back, how his lips moved with his. He ignored the fact that Eddy had a boyfriend waiting at home for him. This was a time to be selfish.

Eddy put a hand on Brett's shoulder, slowly snaking it to the man's throat. His thumb gently stroked over the pale skin, following the jugular to find the perfect spot to cut off all blood flow. This would be easy, not as easy as killing him in the garden but easy enough. Long fingers wrapped around their target, not yet squeezing but staying there as a silent threat. He stroked the expansion of it some more with his phantom touches before the actual squeezing began.

Brett shivered from the gentle touches, exhaling shakily. Goosebumps formed down his arms, and he pulled slightly away from the kiss with a dazed look.
"Let's get out of these bloody clothes," he whispered softly, still close enough for his breath to brush over Eddy's lips.

Eddy's eyes focused on his hand, giving an experimental squeeze, then started to press gently, almost unnoticeable with how slow he applied pressure. Apparently Brett still hadn't caught on that this was where he died. There was going to be no sex this is where it ended. The reign of Brett Yang would be no more. Eddy could almost pity him, Brett had trusted him so much and still did apparently and that trust led him to play right into the assassins hands. His grip got harder, not making any sign of budging. This would be the last thing the man would see.

"How about another kiss first? Then we can get to all that fun stuff."

He smiled a bit slyly, he already had killed three people, the murder victims kind of merged together at this point. Brett to Eddy though was different from another victim, so he would at least try to make his passing pleasant with soft kisses.

Brett didn't even hesitate before tiptoeing slightly and pressing another soft kiss to Eddy's pink lips. This was way better than he could ever imagine, and he had imagined it a million times over. He bravely let the tip of his tongue run over Eddy's lower lip, not demanding just exploring. He let his hands slide down Eddy's sides and eventually around his waist to pull him closer.

Eddy broke the kiss to press some gentle ones to Brett's face, it was the least he could do for his once friend that didn't even realise he was being slowly deprived of oxygen. It really was a shame he thought, the Brett Yang he had known had much to offer this world. But now he wasn't sure, maybe it was best to wipe his kinds off the street. The illegal distribution of drugs, tearing families apart, screwing people over to wreck their lives or leaving them dead from an addiction they couldn't pay for or fell too deeply into. This Brett Yang had nothing to offer this world, nothing but discord. While others rotted he banked off of it. Eddy justified it in his head, he knew he was guilty of two of those things, and gladly accepted that the world didn't need an Eddy Chen but as long as he was around he would get rid of all of the other 'scum' and he used scum loosely because he couldn't see Brett as such.