I wanted it to be different but in the end it ended like all my other fics ^^;! Gomen ne! Please listen to KR Cube while reading ~ and remember to send me comments ^__^!

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Red lips curling upwards…motive… He led the man into the darkness. A deserted subway. The man kissed him, a kiss filled with passion. Strands of red hair fell into his face; they look as if they were coated in crimson blood even in the shadow. His weight crushed him to the wall, hands touching his body through his clothes. Shinya gasped.

A deep laughter came from the redhead, a laughter drunk with passion and lust. He grasped the side of his head and his lips descended over the white neck as he pushed away the feather scarf.

So near…

Shinya tilted his head upwards, his hand moving down the collar of jacket, down the firm muscled chest, lower and lower till he felt the hard metal hidden beneath the clothes. He had to get rid of it. Danger. Risk. He tried to push the bigger man away to get it but his hands was trapped between their closely pressed bodies. He was finding it difficult to breath.

The man flicked his sunglasses off and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket. His breathing was heavy and loud in the deserted place. No one but the two of them. He shrugged his jacket off and threw it aside along with his gun.

Die smiled knowingly.

He pinned the pretty boy to the wall and hungrily claimed his luscious lips. His hands roamed over the slim body, feeling the subtle curves. His hand snaked up the slits at the edges of the long skirt, over the fishnet stockings.

Shinya’s eyes snapped wide open. Panic. Fear. Coursing through him. His eyes met the other man’s and they narrowed to a glare. Exposed. He gripped the redhead’s shoulders, shoving him away.

Die stumbled backwards two steps before he regained balance. It was a short chase. He caught the fiery killer and thrust him against the security table.

Shinya’s left hand automatically went to his thigh but the redhead caught it. Instead he sneaked his own hand under the skirt and secured two fingers under the thin leather strap that held Shinya’s knives. With a swift flick, the strap came loose and fell to the floor in a clatter as the blades slipped out of the holder. Shinya saw Die bend down and take one blade in hand. He felt the cold metal as it touched his smooth cheek.

Frozen.

"In this profession, there’s always risk and danger…" Die said, leaning on top of him, making him immobile. He scratched the skin of Shinya’s neck lightly, just enough to make him gasp out in shock. "And sometimes you lose."

Shinya kept his lips pursed, his eyes cast sideways as not to see the other man’s face. Lose. Should never lose. Should never fail your assignments. Courage. He turned his face to look at Die, his eyes turning cold. "I never lose. Kill me if you must but remember…I didn’t lose to you." He said that and he closed his eyes.

Waiting.

Pain.

Death.

Sound of metal clattering on the floor.

He opened his eyes. They were glazed with moisture that stung. He looked at the redhead’s face but in the darkness, he couldn’t see clearly anyway. Only a little light came in from outside and the staircase.

"I won’t kill you. I don’t like knives," he said softly, his lips grazing Shinya’s earlobe. Clutching the small waist, he pushed the younger man to lie on the long table.

Shinya gasped as those hands touched him. "N…No!" he cried out in horror. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. He felt hot lips scouring his neck and eager fingers inching up his thighs. "No, stop!" he struggled.

Die silenced him with his lips, his hands feeling Shinya through the fishnet stockings, lingering over the area between his legs. Shinya’s lips parted in a strangled gasp as his body jerked up against the other man. He dug his fingers into Die’s shoulders. Even through the gloves and clothes, Die could feel the nails in his flesh. He hissed.

Pain.

Pleasure.

He climbed on top of the smaller man, holding his legs down to stop his incessant struggles and kicks. His breath came in heated pants. His fingers traced over oval face. "Stop…stop…" The younger man kept saying. The nails kept scratching him.

Shinya fought. All in vain. Callused fingers wrapped around his wrists and pinned them above his head.

Silence.

Except for their breathing.

"I like you." A whisper, soft yet husky, laden with desire.

Shinya trembled. Anger? Anticipation?

"No…what are you doing? Let me go!" he demanded rather crossly. He tried to wrench his hands out of Die’s grip.

Stubborn.

Strong.

Die let go off Shinya’s hands and held Shinya’s head between his. He bent down till his face was a mere inch away from the other killer’s. He could smell his make-up, his foundation, his perfume, his hair, his skin… "You think I would let you go? You wanted to kill me right? Shinya."

He hissed at the redhead. He clawed at the hands by his head but Die refused to release him.

"Shinya."

Shinya gasped as the older man pressed his weight down upon his body and the hands clutched his hair tighter. "…yes! Yes, I want to kill you!" he spat at his face.

Anger.

Die took a deep breath and swept his face with the back of a hand. "Too bad. I don’t think you can kill me tonight," he said, sounding almost amused.

Words got stuck in his throat as the redhead bent down and nibbled on the skin of his neck. He tried to move away but he was held down by his shoulders. He bit his lower lip to refrain from moaning as the nips alternated with the gentle sucking motion on his soft flesh.

Die settled his lower body between those long slender legs as one hand released his shoulder and moved down to tug at the thin elastic band of the pantyhose. The little gasps and half-moans excited him. Urgently he slid the stockings off Shinya’s hips.

"No…" the young one protested but his voice was somehow meek. "Please stop! Please…" He shivered as Die licked his lips. Then the tongue delved into his mouth, coaxing his own to play. Surprisingly to himself, he started to kiss back, although just lightly. But it was enough to make Die cup the back of his neck and press him closer for a passionate kiss.

Shinya moaned into the kiss. "Unnh…" He could feel Die’s hand stroking him between the legs and he rocked against the hand gently.

Lost.

In passion.

He felt something hard rubbing against his own length. He closed his eyes.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He slid the shirt off. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Die licked his lips, trying to control his breathing as he slipped a hand down. He heard a gasp as his fingers found the opening and moans as he massaged it.

Shinya’s breath came into little gasps as he clung to Die’s strong shoulders. "D-Die!"

Die slowly pulled the back zipper of the dress down, his hands caressing the smooth back up and down. One hand ended up securing Shinya’s head as he kissed him while the other fondled the round hips. He positioned himself then slowly pushed his swollen sex into Shinya.

Shinya tensed. Pain.

Die pushed in deeper and deeper till he penetrated him fully. Shinya screamed as he moaned as the tight heat enveloped his organ. "Fu…" He began to thrust into the other man.

The pain began to ebb away little by little as a sort of pleasure increased. Shinya touched Die’s chest, feeling the heaving movements as he panted and groaned with each deep thrust. Shinya had to moan when Die started to touch his trapped erection between their bodies. He never knew…it would feel so good.

Ecstasy.

His long nails dug crescents among the red welts into the flesh of Die’s back as his moans grew louder and louder and Die’s thrusts became more frenzied. Die impaled him with one deep stroke and Shinya whimpered, feeling it throb inside him. Die held his hips and with a jerk, he came bringing Shinya along with him, Shinya, spewing his semen on their stomachs and Die’s filled him inside.

Limply, Shinya fell back against the table. He couldn’t remember much after that. He only remembered Die kissing his face and saying something softly into his ear before he fell in unconsciousness, engulfed within the pleasant darkness.

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