Title: Name

By: Metamorcy

Pairing: 27Fong

Summary: AU, Fong never had a love life due to his career so when he meets someone he calls a stranger in a bar during a job, he just goes along with it.

Disclaimer: Seriously? Don't own, just the idea

A/N: There are no dying will flames in this story, it does have mafia but that's about it. Tsuna in an adult in this one. I'm not sure if he is dark or just boss-type so you guys can pick.

Beta'ed by WhiteAngel128 and saphire644

Chapter 1

Fong sighed, looking over the crowd of people before him. This wasn't his type of place and honestly, if it wasn't for a job, he would avoid these places like a disease. A bar. Of all places he had to go to, it had to be a bar. But that was what his target enjoyed and so here he was. The Chinese man peered over the numerous people, who were sitting in the stools, drinking alcohol like there was no tomorrow, to the ones that were settled in the booths obviously flirting to either the opposite or same sex. It was clear to him what the latter were thinking of, the obvious touches and sly smiles made their intentions clear. A handful of people were dancing in the center, rubbing bodies against bodies; their feet tumbling with the beat of the music.

The assassin wiggled his nose at the stench of sweat, alcohol, and other various odors he'd rather not find out. All in all, it was a rotten place. He had to ignore the various looks thrown his way, every one of them not pleasant. He suppressed a shiver when one gaze remained on him too long and was tempted to send a glare towards the man's way, but held it in. Of course, his mood was dampened when a couple of drunkards thought he was a woman and there were those that didn't care. A piece of meat was the same anywhere and as long as there was a hole, they would be satisfied.

His black eyes turned towards his target, who was sitting within the booths, both drinking and flirting with some scandalous-looking woman. The females barely had any clothes on, revealing everything for all eyes to see. It was insulting. Fong swung on his stool to face the bar, keeping himself hidden among the crowd. He blended right in despite wearing his usual long red robe and white pants since everyone else were in multiple colors, wanting attention drawn to their bodies. He could still feel those wandering eyes over his entire body, undressing him, and thinking of terrible things being done to his body in the back of those minds. Fong was tempted to get up and snap those necks for just looking at him, but he didn't want to scare his target away. A glass of rum on rocks was in his hands, however, he hadn't touched the thing once after paying, refusing to diminish his sharp senses. He simply needed a cover so that no one would take notice of him. He ran a hand through his bangs, sighing in annoyance, and shifted his long braid backwards so that it wasn't trying to fall over his left shoulder.

"You know; if you don't want that drink, give it to me." Fong snapped his head up to look at a man that just settled along elegantly onto the stool beside him. His eyes trailed over the stylish black jacket that was zipped up, hanging around the tiny frame tightly, to the face that was far too handsome. He had to pause for a moment to take in the looks. The man before him had luscious brown hair that looked like the color of caramel, standing up in multiple ends like it was defying gravity. He studied it for a moment, realizing that there was no gel within the locks, and watched how it bounced at each movement, almost glowing from the lights behind. The face was slightly pale in color, but healthy in a sense and those cunning honey-colored eyes were sharp, watching his eye movement. He looked like he was in his early to mid-twenties, but had eyes that said he had seen it all. Regardless, the person looked like someone from a magazine, a model, and voice was smooth and confident.

Still, Fong was an assassin. Looks of a person would not sway him that easily and he had seen many just as handsome as the man before him. He peered down at his drink and finally took a sip, feeling the sharp burn of alcohol running down his throat. Fong didn't normally drink; he found that alcohol lead to impulsive and regrettable actions. He did it simply for his cover and pulled the glass away from his lips to peer at the person. "I'm working on it."

However, the brunet didn't let up. "Look, you've been staring at that glass for almost an hour. The ice has already melted," Fong glanced at his cup and indeed the ice was completely melted. A layer that separated the alcohol and the water was clear to see since it had been still for so long and it had been roughly disturbed when he drank, the lines separating the two waved up and down as it tried to make another balance. "Now give it up, I'll take it from you unless you really want it."

The Chinese man narrowed his eyebrows for a moment, his mind running over his thoughts before bringing the glass back up to his lips. He drank down the entire thing, ignoring the burning sensation, and slammed the glass against the counter. Fong gave a huff, blinking his eyes as he focused his attention before turning back to the stranger. "There, it's done."

A small smile appeared as those lips as they rose up and the man looked away towards the bartender to call out, "Hey, bartender, give me two glasses of your best!"

Fong's eyes momentarily widened, startled. "Wait a minute. I'm not joining in any silly game you're planning."

The man didn't fall behind. "I'm buying you a free drink. Enjoy it," When the brunet pulled a couple of bills out of nowhere and was returned with the drinks, he pushed the glass towards the other. Fong just stared at it like it was some sort of foreign object, refusing to acknowledge it, and peered back up at the stranger. "Come on, you looked kinda lonely here all by yourself. Drink, it'll warm you up."

The assassin sighed heavily and eventually reached for his glass, sipping on it slowly. It was strong, he could tell just by the taste of it, but continued to swallow.

"So, what are you doing here? You don't look the type to go to bars."

Fong wanted to a mutter the words 'So do you', but kept it in. "I don't really want to say, but I didn't exactly want to come here."

"That's fine. Bars aren't for everyone. Even I don't like coming here, but it's the best place to just blend in with everyone else. No one will ask questions. Everyone has their own agenda," The man brought the glass up for a long sip, but not really taking his time to enjoy it. The moment he placed it against the counter, he reached up and pointed towards someone in the crowd. "For example, that woman right there with the black top."

Curiously, the Chinese man followed the hand and spotted the said woman. She was wearing a black tank top with her midriff showing off a tattoo she had embedded into her body. Jeans covered the rest of her lower portion with five-inch high heels on her feet dyed in a deep color of blue showed off her figure.

"She's simply looking for someone to sleep with tonight. The man over there," The stranger continued and Fong's trailed after the hand. "Just wants to get drunk. Over there, that man is looking for a companion to keep him company for his depression. That man there just wants some bed company. As you can see, everyone is different."

"Then what is yours?" Fong asked, clearly amused by his stranger. It was obvious that this man was unlike the others in this rotten place and he wasn't able to get a read on the person's thoughts.

The brunet just grinned, swishing his glass back and forth. "I'm here for just a good time. I've got nothing better to do. Had a good meal just now and wanted to sit back and relax. That was, until you caught my attention."

The assassin found himself loosening up to the man as they continued talking, not sure why, but his guard just dropped like it was nothing. He didn't understand it. Perhaps it was the alcohol or those disarming smiles? "Oh? So your motives have changed?"

"If you like to believe that."

Fong couldn't help but smile, the man before him was cunning, that was for sure, and clearly entertaining. He continued to sip on his drink, quickly finishing it within moments, and could tell that the effects of the strong alcohol were starting to react within him. He shook his head to clear his mind, 'Stop, I have a mission to do. I can't be doing something like this.' Yet, he couldn't get his body to move away and instead leaned in further towards the brunet, his eyes never drifting from the other. "So, then what would you like to do?"

"That depends on how far you're willing to go," The stranger continued to speak, his honey-colored eyes watching Fong carefully. It was like they couldn't pull their gazes away. "I have no plans on forcing you to do anything. However, if you're keeping an eye out for that man there," The person pointed off to the said person at a booth, the same man that was Fong's target for assassination, and gave a smirk. "You have plenty of time. He won't be leaving until a couple of hours later. He never had any luck in getting some because he always says the wrong thing, always."

The Chinese man immediately began to hesitate at those words, feeling a shiver run down his spine, and swallowed. He had been caught and right off the bat before he could do anything. If this had been in another area, he would just simply silence the man permanently to not give away his mission and yet, there was no threat to him. It was clear he had been watched, the man had even admitted it. But the proposal was nice and it was obvious the man was kindhearted and willing to listen. It was like the other was trying to help him relax. Still, he had a job to do, a job that was now compromised since he had someone watching him. If he denied the man, those eyes would still be on him, never leaving his body. 'Guess I have no choice though I'm not really keen on the idea.'

Outstretching his hand, he allowed the stranger to take him away, pulling him toward the back rooms in a hallway that was mostly hidden from view. He passed the drunkards, the whores, the idiots, until they reached the place. The stranger's hand was warm to touch and with a tender tightening on the grasp, Fong couldn't help but smile. He was being comforted, it was such an odd thing especially considering what he was supposed to do to his target, and shook his head, staring at the hallway as they entered. Various rooms met his eyes and he sighed, hoping he wouldn't regret his decision.

Two hours later did Fong finally managed to free himself from the bed, his entire body aching terribly and yet it was a pleasing ache. The Chinese man slammed the door closed behind, not wanting to look back inside where he had been. Memories of hands touching his naked body, of toe curling pleasure, of screams, of cries, of sweat was all too real for him. His skin burned at the memories, still able to trace those cunning hands as they ran their course over him, making sure that there was nowhere untouched. There were kisses, breathtaking kisses that just seemed to suck his breath away and left him dry. A flicker of a memory of a hot mouth over his arousal, sucking and twisting him in a way he never thought was possible.

His body could still remember the fingers shifting their way inside of him, filling him up, and stretching him as they brushed against that bundle of nerves inside. His throat was parched from his screaming, his begging for more, demanding for that wonderful pleasure that made him desire more. And then there had been the moment he had been taken, repeatedly, over and over again as he was pounded. He could still feel the man's arousal moving against him, moving deeper inside, and his legs curled around the body desperately to keep his mind sane. His nails were sore probably from raking into the man's back and had a little bit of blood trapped within that revealed just how high he had gone. Despite his attempts, it had been impossible. He was just sucked into the pleasures that wringed and whacked his body, falling instantly. Even as he came, those sensations never left him, continuing its course again until he fell once more.

For those two hours, he hadn't rested. His body had simply been repositioned before the man went at him again like he was enjoying the screams Fong released. The Chinese man ran a hand through his hair, knowing it was covered in sweat and disheveled. The braid was loose, various ends sticking everywhere, and his clothes were hanging off his shoulders, the buttons undone. His boots were untied and his face was flushed bright red. Each step reminded him what had happened, the throbbing within him getting stronger. He hadn't expected that the man would affect him in such a way, not like this. As he walked, he could feel a squishing sound within his pants, knowing what it could only belong to.

And he still didn't know the man's name despite what happened between them.

Fong wanted to hit his head against the wall to clear his mind and make him focus, but resisted. He didn't want to draw attention to himself at this moment. A few people that passed through the hallway peered at him curiously and smirked at his condition. Just as he got halfway back to the main barroom, the door he had come out of opened up, revealing the man he had just slept with, been controlled by, with only his pants on. His body was thin with some protruding show of muscles and the man stepped closer, carrying something in one hand.

"You forgot something," The brunet whispered into an ear when he got close enough, his lips purposefully brushing against an earlobe. Fong shivered at the touch, making a light pleasing sound as he tilted his head back. He felt a hand going around his waist and peered down to see what it was. His belt, it was his belt that contained a few knives that he used for his assassinations. Fong's eyes widened and tried to push himself away from the grasp, but the man was faster, stronger, and held him still. His intention towards his target was clear now, anyone could make sense of it, and he couldn't leave a witness behind. The man just buckled up the device around his waist like there was nothing wrong and smirked. "You sure you don't want to stay a little longer? Your target is still out there. I promise you he won't be leaving for another three hours."

"What…" Fong couldn't believe what he was hearing, the man didn't care that he was an assassin, and was even willing to invite him back into bed. A sharp ache pulsed through his body, his desire of wanting more, and yet the mission was still on his mind. He looked away, clear he was already hesitating. He couldn't believe what a single man could do to his mind, fumbling it up in ways it wasn't possible or at least that's what he thought. The assassin tried to move away, but the grip on him was tight and those cunning hands were back on his body, moving up under his red robe. A gasp escaped his lips and his body trembled, arching his back against the other. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt those hands moving back down towards his waist. Before he knew it, he was being lifted up from below with the stranger's hands on his ass. His legs immediately wrapped around the brunet's waist, holding him up, and his arms went around the shoulders. The man just chuckled in amusement, looking like he had won the lottery, and began to make his way back to the bedroom with Fong riding along.

Fong could only wonder in the back of his mind on what was wrong with him before that pleasure assaulted him again, his thoughts vanishing from his mind.

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