Notes: This takes place a year after the events in No More Gold Lights. I had it posted previously, but took it down for some major re-editing. It's back now, however, and hopefully much better than it was before. There are no major warnings for this particular in mind that in this series, both Duo and Trowa have a duality, with Shinigami and Nanashi being definite personalities. They're not really separate, but they are distinct.
Duo growled and paced the office, gnawing on his lower lip. Trowa watched outside the door, smiling, then stepped in.
"You look like a caged panther." Trowa crossed his arms over his chest, admiring the silence of his lover's steps. Duo stilled and growled again.
"Another shipment went missing," his fingers toyed with the end of his braid.
"This is fucking ridiculous. Who was in charge?" Trowa spoke through clenched teeth. This was the fourth shipment in six months. Which was four too many.
"Carl," the response was weary. Carl had been responsible for one of the other shipments. The braided man rubbed his temple, muscles tense.
"I'm just going to kill him." Duo shot him a look, eyebrow raising slightly at the declaration.
"Get our money back first," He continued rubbing his temples, then dropped his hands.
"We can sell him for parts," Trowa offered. His mate was tense. Too tense. Duo grinned at him, leaning back against the desk.
"You're hot when you're all bloodthirsty," Duo teased, grinning wider at the arms around his waist. Trowa nuzzled his neck, inhaling. Duo smirked, pulling back.
"Aren't you supposed to be disemboweling Carl?" he asked, amused. Duo's rested his hands on his lover's arms, breath catching as Trowa flicked a tongue out at his pulse.
"He can live. We'll go after the shipment," he sucked lightly, biting down.
"I fucking hate Russia," Duo moaned, bucking in to the slow hand on his cock, spreading his legs wider. Trowa's mouth was sliding over his jaw, teasing with his teeth and soothing the mark with his tongue.
"I know," he whispered against Duo's mouth, sucking on his lower lip and then sliding down. He pulled Duo out of his pants, flicking his tongue out at the head of his cock. Duo fisted his hair, watching him through half-lidded eyes. Looking up at him, Trowa ran his tongue over the skin, dipping it in the slit. He sucked lightly, stroking his mate's thighs. On the desk, Duo bucked and cried out, letting his head fall back as he surrendered to the wet heat of Trowa's mouth.
"Love the way you taste." Trowa moaned, lapping his cock clean and standing. Duo drew him in for a kiss, moving to cup him through his pants. Trowa pulled back, licking his cheek.
"Later, baby. Go home and relax. I'll talk to Carl," he nuzzled the dark hair, inhaling his scent. The hand on his crotch gave a playful squeeze as Duo jumped down, body flush against Trowa's.
"I got you a present," he teased, violet eyes dark, heading for the door. "It's edible body paint. I'll see you at home." Winking, Duo slipped out of the room, leaving Trowa grinning widely in the middle of the office.
Trowa stepped in to a quiet apartment and smirked. He made his way slowly to the bedroom, stripping as he approached. Duo was stretched out on the bed, blindfolded messily, hands tied to the headboard above his head. Trowa eyed his mate hungrily, licking his lips.
There were edible paints set up on the table, and a remote for the stereo next to them. Trowa flicked the stereo on, then straddled his lover, purring softly as the room filled with music.
"Good choice," he ran his hands over the well-muscled chest, thumbing a nipple. The body under his arched, moaning softly. Duo pressed in to his hands, smirking as they moved over his skin. Glitch Mob was some of their favorite fucking music.
Trowa dipped a brush in to one of the pots of paint, dragging it slowly down Duo's chest. His lover arched again, making a soft noise as the brush slid over his nipple. Duo let his head fall back against the bed as the brush moved down his stomach, painting down the crease of his thigh, then circling his cock. Trowa watched as he writhed, legs splayed open, body arching against the brush.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he moaned, setting the brush on the table and following the paint with his tongue. He prepped his lover quickly, using the slick paint. Duo tugged on the rope, eyes shut behind the blindfold, wrapping a leg around his mate's waist.
They moved slowly together, hips arching. Duo's hair clung to their slick bodies, his head tipped back against the bed, Trowa's tongue and teeth moving over his throat. Duo came with a shout, pulling his lover over the edge with him.
Panting, Trowa pressed his forehead against his mate's neck, their bodies sticky with paint and semen. Undoing the blindfold, he nuzzled Duo's face, stroking his arms and pulling the ropes undone. Wrapping his arms around him, Duo smiled.
"Shower?" Duo's voice was low and rough. Trowa licked his cheek, carrying him to the bathroom. The water was hot, and Duo tilted his head back, eyes falling shut as his lover washed his hair. Russia would be cold and tense. There had been a shift in power that made the profits unstable. There had been a hostility that they had ignored, too focused on the missing shipments.
"You gonna keep me warm in Russia?" Duo teased sleepily, curling around Trowa's body, hands stroking his chest and hip. Their bed was soft, cradling them against the future. His mate purred, nuzzling the top of his head, fingers in his hair.
"I'm going to keep you warm always," Trowa whispered in to his hair, smiling at the answering purr, eyes closing in the darkness.
Vlad grit his teeth as the door to his office opened. The workers knew better. Everyone had to have an appointment. Glaring, he looked up, an angry dismissal on the tip of his tongue. It died. Vlad swallowed, face going pale.
"Hello, Vlad. What happened with the shipment?" Trowa's voice was low and dark, his hand pressed discreetly to Duo's lower back. Duo smirked across the desk.
"I-I just know it went missing," he swallowed, flinching slightly as Duo leaned forward with a growl.
"Not good enough," he smirked wider, violet eyes darkening. The hand on his back pressed tighter.
"You're a good informant, Vlad. And an excellent employee. I'd hate to have to terminate you," Trowa kept his voice light, watching as the remaining color drained from the man's face.
"Carl. The rumor is he lost them on purpose. The shipments," Vlad swallowed again as the eyes on him went flat.
"He what?"
"He didn't lose the shipments by accident. The local guys don't like you-" he cut off as Duo snarled.
Vlad," Trowa leaned forward, "If I were you, I'd be giving names. And Details. Unless you want to lose your hand," he raised an eyebrow, hand falling from Duo's back.
"There's a man. Nikolai. He was in here looking-he said he was looking for "the dog and his bitch." We threw him out." Vlad bit his lip and flinched as the men across from him hissed in anger. "He's from Siberia."
Trowa slid his hand in to his pocket, drawing out a knife and flicking it open. Vlad whimpered as Duo leaned forward.
"You keep this up, Vlad, and we won't let you choose which hand we cut off," Duo's eyes glittered darkly.
"We want names. Now," Trowa toyed with the knife.
"I only know Nikolai. He's been encouraging the local groups to 'clean house'."
"Hand on the table, Vlad," Trowa's voice was low, almost soothing, and Vlad wilted under their glares.
"You-You want Alexi! I have an address," he stammered, hands going behind his back.
"I'd write that. Fast." Duo glared, watching as Vlad scrambled to write it down on a scrap of paper. Trowa took it, pinning his hand to the desk and setting the knife to his wrist.
"No! Please! That's all I know!" he whimpered, trembling and clenching his eyes shut. Duo let out a low laugh.
"If they know we are coming, you will lose more than your hand," he ground out. Trowa's knife leaving an angry red mark as he pulled away.
"Get Carl in here. We're going to want to speak with him." Duo slipped out, Trowa close behind.
Vlad collapsed in his chair, shaking and whimpering. It had been a while since the boss had been in town. His partner had stayed home. Reaching under his desk, he drew out a flask of vodka, taking a long pull and wiping his mouth. He could see why they called him Death.
Outside the office, Trowa pulled Duo in close, sharing warmth. Duo read the note and cursed. It was outside of the city. Too far to walk. Trowa pressed a kiss to his hair.
"What color?" he whispered, lips brushing his ear. Duo blinked, then grinned.
"Blue," he watched his lover slip off, wrapping tightly around himself, and grinning wider. When a dark blue car pulled up, Duo slipped in, laughing, his eyes soft.
"Baby, you do the sweetest things," he pressed a kiss to Trowa's cheek as they sped off.
The address led them to a small house in a field, a single car parked out front. Duo frowned, hand closing around Trowa's wrist as he opened the door.
"Hey. Love you. Be careful," he gave him a quick kiss, then slipped out. Trowa smile before allowing his face to go blank, and following after him.
Duo knocked, leaning casually against the door frame. A young blond answered, expression hard and tinged with suspicion. Trowa slid his foot in to the door, keeping it wedged open.
"What do you want?" the blond's accent was thick, his eyes darting between them. Duo gave him a slow, feral grin.
"Your name would be nice," he grinned wider, showing his teeth. The blond swallowed as Trowa grinned as well, mirroring his expression.
"Why?" he answered, brown eyes sullen and sharp.
"Look. You answer our questions, we don't start cutting of parts," Trowa offered, voice polite. Duo purred slightly, shooting him a hot look, then growled at the blonde, who had paled.
"I am Aleksander," he stammered, flinching as Duo leaned in, pushing the door open wider. Trowa frowned.
"You are not who we want. Where is Nikolai?" Trowa's own accent had thickened, hanging heavily on his words.
"I don't know, he only sends messages." Aleksander swallowed as they exchanged a look.
"Do we believe that, Nashi?" Shinigami smirked.
"No, Shini. I don't think we do," Nanashi grinned, watching as his mate sprang forward, pinning the blond to the wall next to the door, knife pressed against his throat.
"Aleksander, huh? Alexi for short?" he sneered. Alexi swallowed again, wincing from the pressure of the knife. Shinigami smirked wider. "Nikolai?"
"Moscow! I don't know the address," Alexi squeaked out as the blade pressed tighter to his throat. Nanashi laughed softly, licking the back of his lover's neck.
"Do not frighten the little mouse too much. He is cute," he grinned, and Alexi flinched as a wave of anger passed over Shinigami's face. Nanashi liked blonds. Too much , Shinigami thought.
"Is that all, Alexi?" The blond nodded frantically. Shinigami pulled back, sheathing his knife and heading for the door.
"You are Shinigami and Nanashi," Alexi blurted, flinching as they laughed.
"Yeah. We are," Nanashi grinned, moving towards the car. "And you never saw us, little mouse." Alexi nodded, heart pounding in his chest as they got in to the car, speeding away. They were dangerous. But so was Nikolai, and Nikolai had his family. Alexi picked up his phone, fingers shaking as he dialed.
"Do I need to spend a few hours in Moscow reminding you who you belong to?" Shinigami pulled on to the road, glaring at Nanashi. His lover nuzzled his cheek, then licked him.
"I could never forget," he whispered in to his ear, sucking the flesh. Shinigami purred, eyes softening, stroking a hand through his hair. It was gratifying, the easy way Nanashi gave ownership over to him. Especially considering their past.
"Sleep. I'll wake you up when we need to change cars," he smiled, speeding up. Trowa nodded, smiling back and going to lean against the window. The hand on his wrist stopped him, tugging him over, and he smiled wider, head resting in his mate's lap as he drifted off, Duo's hand stroking his hair.