See? I'm gonna be on a constant roll from now on *eyes twinkle* I fucking lied.

Chapter 10: Candy Shop

"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR, MIYUKI KAZUYA!"

"I SAID I'M COMING!"

"YOU SAID THAT THREE MINUTES AGO!"

"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET RUSHING ME! STOP BANGING!"

"JUST OPEN IT! DAMN!" Eijun crossed his arms as Miyuki violently opened the door. Miyuki pulled him inside and shut the door. "What part of wait don't you understand?"

The brunette rolled his eyes as he removed his sneakers and kicked them aside. "I'm an impatient ass bitch. I know that. But why did you call me over in the first place? I need to see how Harucchi's do— wait, what's that smell?"

Miyuki gave him his signature shit-eating grin. He nodded towards the kitchen area. "As you can see, I was cooking you up some food to go along with our talk but apparently, you wanna be all antsy. Now you gotta wait some more."

"Sorry for being me, but you ain't got no right to be talking to me like that, honey boo. You know the rules."

"Oh, really? So you just want me to throw all this food in the trash and send your ass back outside?"

Eijun stayed quiet, his eyes lowering. "…"

"That's what I thought. Have a seat on that couch, bitch." The bespectacled man grabbed him by the arm and planted a rough kiss on his neck.

The mastermind sucked his teeth. "Look who thinks he's the boss here." He turned and made his way to the living room which was a few feet away from the kitchen, separated by a gray counter. He laid down on a red, L-shaped couch. "I forgot you get money. I can tell this was expensive."

Miyuki shrugged as he rushed back to the stove and stirred a thick brown sauce with meat and vegetables, occasionally adding a dash of salt and pepper. "Killing people is my specialty," he chuckled. "If I get cash doing so, I'm completely fine. As long as I'm with you… I'm completely fine."

Eijun laughed. "Boy, ain't no one wanna here that. Love really isn't for me."

"Then what am I to you?"

"… No comment."

The hitman cringed as an imaginary arrow pierced his heart. "Ouch, that hurts a lot. You're the one who came crying to me about wanting someone to care about you in the first place. What do you mean by 'no comment'?"

The brunette turned his head around. "Yo, shut up! You're special to me! Happy now?"

"Who do you think you're yelling at?" Miyuki picked up the pot and held it above the trash can threateningly.

The younger male's attitude immediately simmered down. "I'm not yelling at you."

"Now that's what I want to hear. Food's almost ready. Wash up."

Eijun gaped in awe as he sat at the dinner table. "You cooked all this? It looks so good!"

The dinner table was piled with different kinds of food. From right to left, there was a big platter of curry, a plate of Italian pasta topped with marinara sauce, fresh basil leaves and meatballs, Korean kimchi, a bowl of udon with eggs and daikon, teriyaki chicken glazed in smoky barbeque sauce and sesame seeds, golden fried shrimp with spicy yellow rice, oyster shells drizzled with ripe lemon juice and a pan of grilled fish. A bucket of ice and red wine was placed in the center.

Miyuki sat across from him. He felt a sense of accomplishment with a hint of regret as he watched the brunette fill his plate with every dish and vehemently devour it, his cheeks full. 'Damn,' he thought. 'There's no way I can tell him what I have to say when he's so happy… I don't wanna make him depressed or anything.' Deciding on taking things slow, he picked up a fork and ate some of the Italian pasta. "So. How was your day?"

Eijun swallowed as he poured himself a glass of red wine. "Another day of trying to stay alive. Another hitman tried to get at me, but Harucchi defended me. He's in the hospital now."

"He got banged up that bad?"

"Nah, he used something he wasn't supposed to so it drained a lot of his energy. How was your day?"

"Just hung around, killing people here and there. Nothing eventful as always." He sucked an oyster and placed it aside. "It's not everyday I see you wearing jeans and sneakers."

Eijun rolled his eyes. "I'm a guy, remember? I have a penis."

"So do I. One that you can ride all night long."

The brunette's cheeks turned red. "Y-You got that right."

"Aye." 'Alright, this is a good pace.'

"I think this is enough foreplay," the mastermind said suddenly, setting down his fork and spoon. "That food you cooked was a distraction. Thanks, though. It was delicious. But… what do you really have to tell me?"

Miyuki's lips suddenly curled downward. 'Scratch that.' He took a deep breath and interlaced his fingers, staring directly into the latter's eyes. "Eijun."

Eijun nodded. "Yeah?"

"You know I love you… right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Honestly… I don't think this relationship—"

CLANK!

Eijun cursed as he slammed his glass against the plates, standing up. He balled up his hands and paced around in a circle. "I knew it," he said, his voice cracking. "I apologize for the sudden outburst, but I fucking knew it. Wow."

Miyuki stood and shook his head in denial. "Wait! You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"SHUT UP! I ain't gotta hear the rest of your bullshit! I already know."

"Know what?"

"You didn't have to drag it this far if you were just going to break up with me eventually, Kazuya."

The bespectacled man grabbed him by the shoulder. "Babe—"

The younger male shoved him off. "Don't touch me!" he shouted as he fought with the hitman. He sucked his teeth when he found himself wrapped in Miyuki's arms, his back pressed against his chest.

"Listen," Miyuki whispered into Eijun's ear, rocking him slowly. "That wasn't it. You and your foolish assumptions. I was gonna say that I don't think this relationship… should be public. Like we should keep it on the low before Kuramochi finds out and kills me. He really wants you dead."

The brunette huffed in irritation. "You're a hitman. I can't trust you. You can kill me any day."

"That's the problem because Kuramochi got pissed at me. He gave me… seven days to kill you."

The mastermind's heart dropped. "Oh, my God," he muttered. He felt queasy, his knees weak. "Are you seriously going through with this?"

The hitman closed his eyes. "I have no choice. I'm sorry."

"No, no… you ain't gotta be sorry about nothing… YOU AIN'T GOTTA BE SORRY ABOUT SHIT!" Eijun screamed in anger as he tore free from Miyuki's grasp. He snatched his purse and pointed his index finger at him. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted such a handsome and savvy man like you. With yo fine ass… all of ya men is the damn same. If you loved me like you said you did, you wouldn't go through with this bullshit. I thought I could finally settle down with you and live a pain free life. It's 'cause of men like you that enjoy fucking with people they don't even like that I still cut! I still lose blood! I still hurt myself! I still take depression pills and pass out! I still can't escape the threat of my parents! I still can't have fun! Why? 'Cause ya don't care about me. I've been through this situation so many fucking times that I got used to it. But when I started to like you… I lowered my guard. Why? Because I thought you were different. I had my doubts 'cause of Kuramochi, but I ignored them and fell face first into your arms. You always had the chance to assassinate me but you didn't. You fucking tricked me! I thought you… had genuine feelings for me. Guess you was just like 'em bitch ass fools that my dumbass fell for in the past. Damn shame. I'm out." Eijun waved his hand in the air dismissively and walked to the entrance of Miyuki's apartment. He quickly put on his sneakers and opened the door. "I don't wanna see your face ever again, Kazuya." He walked out.

Miyuki shoved his hands in his pockets, a strange smile of confusion tugging at his lips. "I didn't even finish my sentence… ha… ha…"

Chris was startled as he heard the door to Eijun's mansion open and slam shut. Eijun screamed in frustration and made his way to the living room. He screamed again as he threw his purse across the room and knocked a chair down, tears streaming down his face. "FUCKING GOD!"

Chris winced, setting down his papers. "I came here to discuss the stocks from your companies, but I guess this wasn't the right time."

The younger male looked up in shock. "Chris…" He took a deep breath. "You were right."

"What?"

The brunette slowly strolled over to him with his shoulders trembling. He buried his head in his chest, sniffling. "You were fucking right. Kazuya was a fucking liar! He tricked me and shit… I don't even know what to do anymore! I fucking loved him!"

The older male ran his fingers through Eijun's hair, rubbing his back soothingly. "This isn't my place to judge, but… I told you so. I knew he was someone suspicious, but you didn't believe me."

The mastermind wiped his tears and snot on the latter's shirt. "Damn it, Chris," he choked. "You're not helping at all. I freaking loved him… I thought he was the right one even though he worked for Kuramochi. No matter how many times we met up, he never took the chance to kill me. He was handsome and somewhat understanding… at least that's what my dumbass thought."

Sighing, Chris walked them over to the sofa near the television and laid down, his hands around his waist. "For some reason, your ex is always right."

Eijun hit him on the leg. "Sh-Shut up, boy. But I honestly should listen to you more often. I'm sick of getting my heart broken by assholes."

"I'm the only one who didn't break your heart," the business man whispered into the brunette's ear. "We just broke up because of publicity reasons."

"Man… ain't no one wanna hear that. Stop trying to make yourself sound better."

"I still have feelings for you, Eijun."

Eijun looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks. "I k-know that. You already told me—"

"No, you don't understand." Chris pushed harder against Eijun, making sure he was able to feel his breath on his neck. "My heart still goes crazy for you. It hurts me every time to see you heartbroken and crying to me about what happened. I'm here for you when you're down… but I also need some attention."

Eijun managed to resist the urge to smirk. He knew that Chris was a sucker for him and it was obvious. He called him frequently to ask if he was okay, if he ate well, if he was studying daily, if he was still cutting. He appreciated his concern, but his feelings for the older male were gone. It pained him to hear how much he still wanted to be with him. He wanted to do something to make him feel better, despite the fact that it wasn't right to do it without the same amount of love.

Chris made a sound as Eijun hooked his fingers around his belt. "Wh-What are you doing?"

The brunette smiled. "Tonight only. Just once. Let's have a throwback."

"…"

"We both something to get this off our minds, right? A little body work won't hurt."

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to…"

"The hell you scared about, man? Like I ain't seen you naked before."

"It's not that."

"Then… what is it?" Eijun asked huskily as he swiftly maneuvered on top of Chris. He peered at him with a capturing gaze, his fingers playing with his belt.

Chris held him by the hips, his hands rubbing up his thighs. "Not sure," he said. "I don't want to take this moment for granted."

"Little boy." The brunette unbuckled his belt and caressed Chris' cock through his boxers. He frowned. "I thought you were hard."

"Hm. Looks like you need to do some work."

"Who do you think you're ordering around?"

Chris pulled Eijun down and sucked on his neck roughly. He indulged in the younger male's moan and sucked harder, content with the red hickey that began to form. "I'm ordering you around," he growled as he removed Eijun's shirt and tossed it aside. "Don't tell me what to do."

Eijun moved Chris' head away from his neck and kissed him sloppily, their tongues fighting for dominance. He grinded on top of him slowly as he quickly unbuttoned the older male's dress shirt. "You always wanna be dominant," he slurred. "Well, not today. I'm on top now, bitch."

"Do as you like. Even though I'm the one who's supposed to be cheering you up."

Curling his lips, Eijun crawled backwards until he face to face with his ex's crotch. He pulled off his underwear and huffed. "I suddenly remember how big you are. Should've never left this behind, but I had no choice."

Chris was about to speak until he felt the warm and wet sensation of Eijun's mouth surrounding the head of his cock. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the feeling but it was futile. He groaned as his whole shaft was soon covered in the latter's mouth. "G-God," he stuttered. "I forgot you were t-this good."

The brunette nodded as he steadily sucked the business man's cock, wrapping his tongue around the head. He pumped the base with his palm and licked at the tip, making sultry eye contact with the man before him. "Bad Chris," he purred. He spat onto his palm and resumed his pace, eventually increasing it by a notch or two.

Chris shut his eyes closed and desperately locked his fingers in the younger male's hair, his nails almost scraping his scalp. He moaned quietly, feeling his heart race as the concept of forgotten pleasure spread throughout his body. The smooth and slippery texture of saliva and tongue made his hips buck occasionally, causing Eijun to gag. He slowly thrusted into the mastermind's mouth, pausing when it was too much, then continued.

A few minutes passed and Eijun came to the conclusion that Chris was reaching his climax. His cock was pulsing unbelievably fast in his mouth, his moans were getting harsher and quicker and his cheeks were flushed. With those thoughts in mind, he started to suck harder and thumb the insides of his thighs. "You wanna cum?" he asked teasingly.

The older male nodded repeatedly, throwing his head back in bliss. He deeply missed this feeling. "Dear God, yes," he moaned, his voice almost inaudible. "Y-Yes… I want to cum."

"Say it louder. I don't believe you."

"I need this… Eijun… I'm almost there…"

"That's not enough—"

"FUCK! EIJUN!" Chris gasped in orgasm.

Eijun's eyes widened as a sudden rush of steamy and thick semen flooded his mouth, catching him by surprise. He soon gulped it down with ease and licked his lips seductively for any extra liquid that he couldn't swallow. "I loved the way you screamed my name," he said, winking.

Chris sighed as he placed his head against the arm of the sofa. His eyes were glazed with tears of ecstasy, begging to be released but he kept them at bay. "Well," he said awkwardly. "That was nice."

"Very nice, I might add."

"You've gotten better."

"I've had like… twelve dicks after you."

"Impressive. It's like you were born to be promiscuous."

"None of my parents were like this. Makes me wonder if I'm even their child."

"Jumping from one man to another doesn't run in blood."

"It doesn't?"

"You study like a monster everyday. Shouldn't you know this?"

"Boy, the only things I know how to do are to suck dick, get money and break hearts. Shouldn't you know that?"

"Alright, you got me there."

Eijun stared down at Chris' relaxed shaft with a look of disappointment. "I shouldn't have made you cum… I want you inside me now. Damn."

Chris laughed. "Looks like we'll have to wait until I get hard again."

"Yeah… I th-think I can control myself until then."