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But looking at them now being radiantly happy and content, it seemed all the effort was worth it. Wei Wuxian had his hand entwined with Lan Wangji's. It sometimes made Jiang Fengmian wonder how funny it was that their kids actually got married. Wei Wuxian looked over as the final ceremony of their marriage finished, he was about to go to Jiang Wanyin's side before a man dressed in burgundy flashed at the corner of his eyes.

Wen Ruohan turned over his shoulder to Cangse Sanren's kid before grinning at them, he walked over and greeted Wei Wuxian, ruffling his hair as he nodded in acknowledgement to Lan Wangji. She watched in pity as Jiang Fengmian stiffened in his black suit, a smidgeon of envy passing through his eyes. Cangse Sanren wondered what good did it ever do to hold on to the past like that? When it clearly brought only agony and pain.

Jiang Fengmian caught her eye and schooled his expression to feign social pleasantries. Wei Wuxian nudged Lan Wangji to let the oldies do what the oldies did which, in turn, made Cangse Sanren knock hard against his head playfully. It's almost like fireman forgot about us all.

I couldn't get a hold of you throughout the wedding. In a small moment of weakness, Jiang Fengmian wondered how he had got here, and as soon as the question came forward he felt himself zone out of the conversation as if he wasn't there anymore.

It was almost like he had projected himself out of his son's wedding. Jiang Fengmian could still remember those days like it was a broken tape recorder at the front of his head. Back then, Wen Ruohan and he had been in a relationship, the kind that was famed for breaking, the kind that books warn about. Their relationship had been all kisses in the backyard of the school, evening dates around breathtaking, sun-kissed grins.

Like there wasn't ever anything bad about the fire that burned so bright it would engulf the entire world. One could hardly blame Jiang Fengmian for his deep infatuations, Wen Ruohan had always possessed an inherent charm. But back then, with many things he had also been blessed with a bit of troublesome reputation, being the kid with raging temper and all.

So everyone told Jiang Fengmian, in the nicest voice they could encase. Lan Qiren was an introvert at heart and mind, he barely conversed with anyone else except for Jiang Fengmian and occasionally Cangse Sanren because well, could one imagine being quiet and interactive if Cangse Sanren was around?

Whenever the people around him got past Jiang Fengmian's defences, Lan Qiren had always stood by his side. And his best friend gave him a small smile, holding close a rendition of The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. They went to their dates as they always did.

At some point, Jiang Fengmian felt like they were having a fallout but damn it if he wouldn't risk everything from preventing it.

Wen Ruohan had been nothing like his exes. He was severely sure that he was the one this time. He tried so hard. So hard to make it last that he began missing his Saturday tuition sessions with Lan Qiren. His best friend at him with doubt and fianlly had accidentally caught him on one of his bad days. I thought you said it was okay? He was okay. What bothers me is you're risking your academics and possibly health—".

Lan Qiren's lip twitched at the jab. Immediately Jiang Fengmian regretted his words but he said nothing as the Lan walked away. Nor did he do anything when Cangse Sanren nudged him to speak to him the next morning. Upon which you'll submit an essay to the English Department at the end of the year for the magazine. He had run out of breath after their many rendezvous behind the school, once they almost got caught by the gardener. Wen Ruohan checked the time before nodding and he furrowed his brows in concern.

The nerd? I don't see him with you anymore. And things went as they did when one was with people like Wen Ruohan. It was like a burning fire sparked out of impulsive youth. Others might have told Jiang Fengmian that he knew nothing since he was so young. Perhaps, Jiang Fengmian knew it wasn't good for him. Especially when he began immersing himself into Wen Ruohan's grain of existence. But his heart was naive, what else could he do but crave more?

But sometimes, hearts were not enough and some mistakes were just made; Jiang Fengmian might pretend and say it was love when he really was just hurting. Jiang Fengmian had no one to catch him and Cangse Sanren would check on him every now and then but it was useless, he would coop up in blankets and tears ran on an overflow, it was the worst feeling—. He almost hoped it was Wen Ruohan, hoping he'd take him back, that he would say it was a mistake and God, did it make him sound so pathetic?

Jiang Fengmian opened the door to Lan Qiren who stood there with a parcel of spicy beef chow mein and a tub of caramel cone ice cream from Haagen Diaz. It might have been just a word but it was so hard to coax it out to his childhood friend. Like always, Lan Qiren melted his defences. Jiang Fengmian ran into the arms of his best friend, letting them swathe him in comfort. Lan Qiren didn't ask further.

But some part of him might have assumed that it was Wen Ruohan's fault, when it had truly been a neutral break-up; Jiang Fengmian just didn't how to trap sunlight in the palm of his hand. With Lan Qiren back and their Saturday sessions, Jiang Fengmian started catching up with his academics. He still couldn't fill the void in his heart which had been even before Wen Ruohan and the fire had distracted him so well until then. He chased after girls and boys if they looked a little bit like crimson eyes and black leather.

It prodded Cangse Sanren to sometimes shoot at Wei Changze a look every time there was a new person to their lunch table. But Jiang Fengmian had been the kind to either drown himself or not touch water for the rest of his life. Moderation would never become him until he had tolled his pleasures down and the beginning of his tolling was probably during the assignment of groups for their little project.

There are at least a hundred perfect spots for snipers to set up shop, a hundred dark-tinted glass windows, fifteen rooftops with easy line-of-sight into the tower.

Nagisa wants to scream. He doesn't go to the top. Instead, he makes a full sweep of the area for his competition.

The first man that he corners is taking a smoke break, wearing dark sunglasses and a beanie over his head. He freezes when Nagisa puts a gun to his head, and slowly puts his hands up. The man gives him a befuddled look, and Nagisa repeats his order in English. I don't need to come in between whatever it is you have with that red-haired fellow. Nagisa lowers his gun, because it's making the man nervous, which is slowing down the pace of his packing. Nagisa groans internally.

Now he sees Karma's plan. He's not only going to get himself killed, he's going to make sure the rest of the world knows that Nagisa is the one who's done it. He sends the man on his way with a threatening look that seems to terrify the man out of his mind. Then he goes on hunting for other assassins who might be here for the 3 million. He finds another twelve before the end of the day, and dispatches them all in much the same way.

They know his reputation, and assassins are generally a cowardly lot. A gun muzzle pressed against the back of their head tends to ruin their day, and make them a lot less likely to risk their lives for a measly 3 million. Nagisa gets a few more comments about the nature of this job, and how crazy Karma Akabane must be to flaunt himself like that. I know , Nagisa thinks, with a strange mixture of exasperation and fondness.

Karma has never been the assassin type. He's just a little too - a little too visible - for that sort of thing. When he's done clearing the area of assassins - except for him, that is - Nagisa goes to the foot of the tower, leans against its shining walls, and waits. He's still waiting there when the sun is low in the sky, and the reddish tint to the clouds is reflected in all those glass buildings and silver streets, and a black limousine pulls up to the front of the tower.

Nagisa folds his arms, schools his expression to one of cold fury and watches Karma Akabane step out as if he's appearing at a ball, and not into a death trap of his own making. He pushes himself off of the wall behind him, and catches Karma around his necktie, swinging him around so that they are going in the other direction, away from the tower.

Karma only stumbles a little. I had to really pull some strings. He can feel eyes on him like little needles poking into his skin. He knows Karma can feel it too, but the other boy just smiles, calm and relaxed, and follows him as if they have all the time in the world. Nagisa breathes a sigh of relief when they finally make it into one of the narrower side streets, out of view. He's found a safe house here, or at least a temporary one. Karma doesn't object when Nagisa leads him down a flight of stairs into a shitty motel, a far cry from the beautiful gilded mansion they had last met in.

Here, the corners are cracked and the paint on the walls are faded. The keys are dingy and have lost their golden shine.

Nagisa digs his key into his temporary room, and turns it with far more force than necessary. He can feel Karma's eyes on the back of his head, full of predatory intent. He fights down the urge to shiver. Don't you know it's dangerous to be in this kind of place? You never know who you might meet -". Nagisa shuts the door behind them so hard that the force rattles the walls.

Karma falls silent, and his expression becomes serious, watching Nagisa's every move. Stop dangling it in front of me like bait.

You're really going to get killed one day. If I miss the signal, or if someone else snaps up the contract before I do -". Karma kisses him. He hasn't listened to a single word that Nagisa just said. He's infuriating , and what's even more infuriating is the fact that Nagisa can't get out of his grasp.

Karma is stronger than him. Nagisa doesn't even try to contest that. And Nagisa has inadvertently come into his range, furious and desperate to get his point across, to convince his friend to stop risking his life for a hopeless cause. He can't bring himself to bite down hard.

He doesn't actually want to hurt Karma. And despite their awkward position, and the fact that Nagisa is still angry, a strange shiver goes down his throat and into his chest at the way Karma's breath hitches. The kiss deepens. Karma is trying to make him dizzy, probably so he can convince Nagisa more easily. Nagisa considers pulling his knife. He considers biting down harder. He considers trying to catch Karma by surprise, trying to force him to stop with the threat - a very real threat.

But this is Karma. He can't actually do it. His bloodlust would dissipate before it even formed, and Karma is experienced enough to tell that sort of thing. He wouldn't take any threat seriously, if it came from Nagisa that halfheartedly. He's not someone who's easily hurt, and Nagisa can tell that he's half joking.

Nagisa flushes red. It's -" distracting , he wants to say, but that's actually exactly what Karma wants, so Nagisa bites his tongue. Nagisa hasn't actually been practicing his linguistic skills. Assassins live a pretty solitary life. He hasn't really had to communicate in a long while.

Karma draws back to look at him. Nope, that's a glare. His hands come up to Nagisa's face. This time, when he kisses Nagisa, he goes all in, filling him with so much heat that Nagisa thinks he's going to faint. When he's done, his hands are tangled completely in Nagisa's hair and their bodies are pressed close together and Nagisa can't breathe for the way that Karma is looking at him. Almost as a reply, Karma spins him around and slams him into the wall, grinding against him in a way that they were definitely not taught in school.

Nagisa's mouth opens in a moan, and he's so shocked to hear that sound coming out of him that he doesn't really pay attention for the next few moments. He can feel himself growing incredibly hard from the weight of Karma's hands against his skin, the slide of their bodies against each other.

Karma has always been a magnetic presence in Nagisa's life, but now Nagisa can't do anything except think of ways to get closer, more, anything , to feel that again. He's very quickly losing the thread of their conversation.

He's pretty aware of the fact that this is a trap, that Karma's planning something. Nagisa is the one who has walked into a trap here, and he knows it. Karma's either buying time, or planning to handcuff him again, or something. And in order to do that, he has to distract Nagisa. He's doing a fucking incredible job of it, which Nagisa is kind of jealous of, in a distant way, with the part of him that is not all blazing heat and shocked desire.

Plus - and this is why Nagisa hasn't broken free already - this is Karma. Karma would never do anything to hurt him. So that's why Nagisa gets swept up in all of this, because a part of him is curious as to how far Karma will go, and what he will do, all in order to keep Nagisa with him for a moment longer.

That is how they end up on the bed, Karma's necktie coming loose under Nagisa's fingers, and Nagisa's belt coming undone and being thrown off to one side.

Nagisa still hasn't gotten over his stunned state of shock after that first insistent press of hands pushing him against the wall. Everything that has happened since then is a hazy blur of searing kisses and heated skin. It's only a matter of time before he gets dragged under again, by the way Karma's fingers trail against his skin, and the way his kisses taste. I've been trying to find you for so goddamn long , Nagisa, you have no idea -".

The sensation of it races up along his spine. It nearly takes the top of his head off with it. He's writhing against the sheets now, too far gone to pay attention to anything else. His arms come up to wrap around Karma's shoulders. He can't get enough of Karma's scent, that rich, heady scent that reminds him of home, and makes him dizzy. The rest of their clothes come off in a blur, with Nagisa still too incoherent to remember much of anything besides the way Karma's hand is stroking him up and down.

He's not sure if he managed to say anything or not. He doesn't remember hearing Karma say anything either. At this point he's just grateful that he's not drunk, and might be able to salvage some remnants of this memory tomorrow morning. He's moving against Nagisa now, grinding their cocks together. He's so warm and large and alive that Nagisa feels overwhelmed by him, mesmerized by him. It's the right thing to say, apparently, because he's immediately rewarded by Karma's cock pressing against his entrance.

Nagisa throws his head back and begs for more, grabbing at Karma's hips, and trying to pull him closer. He suddenly needs Karma inside him, more than anything. There's an ache inside him that has been growing steadily for the past half hour, and now he thinks he's going crazy with it. I need you. Please -". The slide of Karma's cock into him is torturously slow, but Nagisa revels in every second of it. He can feel himself getting stretched out, and relishes in every sensation that results from it, whether it's pain or arousal.

He wants Karma fucking into him as deeply as he can go. He wants Karma to do whatever he wants with him, cuff him to the bed or distract him or whatever, because any of it is worth this , this sweet, savory taste in his mouth, this unbearable heat just underneath his skin.

Karma shivers against him, like a torrent of water has just run through him. He mouths against the side of Nagisa's neck, his fingers dig into Nagisa's shoulders, and then he says, " Nagisa. Nagisa doesn't remember what happens next.

He finds himself in the throes of a white-hot heat that has consumed him completely, his throat open on the sound of incessant moans, and his fingers clutching the sheets beneath him in a death grip. He feels as if he's just been shot, and as if he's just come back to life. There's a thick fog in his head, and above him, Karma looks as if he's just seen the world split into pieces and then rearrange itself back together. Nagisa realizes that the white stuff in between them is his come, and he's gotten it all over Karma's skin.

He jerks guiltily and tries to move away, but Karma pins him right back down onto the bed. His eyes are fixed on Nagisa's face, and there's a vulnerable look in his eyes. Nagisa realizes what's happening just before Karma does, so he smiles up at Karma, one of his best smiles - the kind that shows all the love he's buried in his heart and hidden away until now.

Karma drops his head onto Nagisa's shoulder. His entire body convulses as if he's just been stabbed. Inside him, Nagisa feels Karma come in long, helpless jerks of motion. His gasps are almost enough to make Nagisa go crazy all over again, and as it is, he still blanks out for a long moment before realizing that Karma has now pulled out of him.

I'm not gonna make that mistake again. His hands come down next to Nagisa's shoulders, so that he's caging Nagisa in with his body. His eyes are gleaming like burnished gold in the dim light. Because if you do, I'm never touching you again. His fingers come up to brush Nagisa's cheek, and Nagisa has to close his eyes at the heat that hits him.

When he leaves, Nagisa tries his best to get up, only to realize that his wrist has been handcuffed to the bed after all. And all his tools are in his clothes, which Karma has flung to the opposite side of the room, far out of reach. Nagisa settles against the headboard, considers dislocating his fingers to get out, but ultimately decides against it. By that time, Karma has already come back, and he cleans them both up with gentle efficiency.

Karma settles in under the covers, and drags Nagisa into his embrace. They lose themselves for a long while in long, slow kisses. Then Karma hooks an arm around Nagisa's waist. His eyes open up to little slits, and he looks so incredibly domestic that Nagisa's little black heart melts into goo.

For a couple days, he feels like he is living on borrowed time, in someone else's life. Karma wakes him up in the mornings with slow, lazy kisses and fingers that trail down his skin in all sorts of promising ways. His smiles grow less sharp-edged and mistrustful, grow more warm and open with each passing day. Nagisa bides his time, perhaps longer than he should have, because - he has to face it, now - he's in love with Karma. This isn't anything new. He has always loved Karma's incredible personality and fierce intelligence.

Before, he could only look at Karma from afar. There had been no way for them to ever stand upon the same stage, in the same battlefield.

Now, though, at least in the field of assassination, they are able to think on the same level and communicate without words. Karma knows him well. He knows that Nagisa is terrified of going back into the light, facing the cameras and the court of public opinion, terrified of facing memories of what he has done. He knows that Nagisa searches for the key to his handcuffs every day, knows how often Nagisa has considered dislocating his fingers just to get away.

You aren't alone. He pretends not to notice, but it was a message from Karma anyway. To get free, he would have to hurt Karma for it. To run away, he would have to get past the distraction of all those kisses, and pry his fingers into Karma's mouth and make him a liar.

That hurts. That is a far more effective message than Nagisa could have imagined. He feels his resolve wavering as he stares at his best friend, his lover. He knows how much Karma hates liars. Karma smiles back at him, lazy, challenging.

His eyes shine with the kind of arrogance that Nagisa loves him for, and so when Nagisa kisses him, he doesn't think about the key at first. A long time passes before Nagisa remembers that this is a dream. But that doesn't make waking up any less painful. But Nagisa is already bracing himself hard against the headboard, his insides going cold and frozen to numb the pain.

The chain rips free of the wall in a violent jerk. He has forgotten what day it is - he has forgotten all about the flow of time. How could he have been so stupid. This place was only ever meant to be a temporary safe house. He never should have stayed here for so long.

He stays silent and low the ground, behind the bed - particle wood, won't stop bullets -. Karma is getting to his feet before Nagisa can stop him. His eyes are on Nagisa, not on the door. With a chill, Nagisa realizes that Karma thinks he's trying to use this as a diversion, to escape. Before he even finishes, the door is kicked open, the lock shearing away from the wall, splinters flying into the room.

The hallway light floods in, revealing a woman in a white uniform, masked. She's holding a gun, small but deadly accurate at this range. She locks in on Karma, who has no time to react. He is tense and coiled like a mountain cat, eyes burning with fury, ready to move in an instant if she pulls the trigger. He looks around for Nagisa, but Nagisa is gone. Karma's eyes narrow at her. She still has her gun trained on him, but it's clear that he is not her intended target. She would much rather be pointing the gun at someone else instead.

In fact, she might be the more frightened one. She starts talking to the walls. Either of you! If you touch me, he dies!

Nagisa comes at her out of nowhere. He's smaller than she expected, apparently. And much faster. The gun twists out of her hands, spinning away from her in the air. A loud clatter of chain links is her only warning. But it's already too late. In one motion, Nagisa's arm is around her neck, and in his hand is the sharp gleam of a knife.

He pulls, one sharp motion, like breathing. Red blooms in the air like flowers, or soundless fireworks. Karma is still standing, shocked, on the other side of the room. Nagisa can't look at his eyes, can't face the judgement that might be waiting there. Futuba hates his laugh, she hates how Every day, he endures abuse at the hands of Destiny The United States of America has been in chaos ever since the emergence of D2s, an invasive species originating from a black meteorite that fell to Last update: [SubsPlease] Takt Op.

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