A/N: This is now complete! Thanks for reading!

Epilogue

There was the smell of cooking and the sound of low humming as Sousuke slowly made his way stealthily through the apartment. He made sure his steps were quiet, his breathing level even as he took a careful route towards the apartments kitchen knowing his target was located there.

His target was relaxed, a loose t-shirt and boxer shorts his only clothing, glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he followed a recipe on a tablet propped up on the surface of the counter. He occasionally stopped what he was doing - the chopping, the stirring, to pay attention to the cat sat on the floor, feeding it small scraps from the food he was cooking.

Sousuke's target was getting items out of the fridge when he finally made his approach, his tight black clothing doing little to hide him in the bright and airy kitchen but he didn't care as he made his way swiftly but softly. When he got close, Sousuke pounced, grabbing his target from behind and wrapping his arms around his toned torso, feeling the soft fabric that covered firm muscles.

"Sousuke...?"

"You said...you liked this..."

Sousuke nibbled at the spot on Makoto's neck that turned him into a quivering mess, the spot he had learned to lick and bite at and Makoto arched his neck so that Sousuke could continue his worrying of the skin, pulling back a small amount with his teeth.

"Yeah…" Makoto moaned and thrust his body back into Sousuke's. "What -?" he questioned and Makoto stepped away and turned, his eyes darting up and down Sousuke's body – the body encased in the skin tight black.

Makoto's hand reached out and touched the tight slinky material over Sousuke's chest, obviously interested in the "look". He had only mentioned it once, once in bed, teasing each other about sexual fantasies after a round of incredible sex and Makoto had said about the skin tight black ops gear Sousuke had been wearing the day he saved him. And so Sousuke was fulfilling that fantasy.

He pushed Makoto towards the counter with his hips as he leaned down for a hot kiss, Makoto's mouth opening to allow Sousuke to plunge inside, their tongues twining together in a familiar pattern that made Sousuke's cock harden in the tightness of his black skin tight suit.

Makoto's back hit the counter, the tablet being knocked over but neither cared as Makoto's hand lodged itself into Sousuke's hair, the other grabbing at his ass and squeezing. The action made Sousuke buck his hips forward and he felt Makoto's hardness matching his own, Sousuke briefly breaking off the kiss so he could moan.

"Up on the counter," Sousuke ordered.

"Dinner…" Makoto murmured and Sousuke ran his hand to Makoto's cock, hard and straining in his boxer briefs, the front wet from his obvious excitement.

"Can wait…"

Unable to disagree when they were both so aroused, Makoto hopped up and let Sousuke remove those boxer briefs, not bothering with the task of removing his shirt as Sousuke licked and sucked at Makoto's cock while his fingers sought out his hole, prepping him with a practised ease. Makoto clenched and bit his lip as Sousuke inserted slick fingers, flavoured lube kept in the kitchen drawers as this wasn't the first time they'd fucked here.

Once Sousuke sensed his gorgeous boyfriend was ready, panting and sweaty, he got to his feet, bringing his straining cock out from the tight black fabric. He stroked himself a few times and then aligned his cock, getting Makoto to wrap his legs around him as he sank into the tight incredible heat of Makoto's body, only stopping when they were completely joined.

They both moaned as they paused, Sousuke fully clothed apart from his cock and ass, and Makoto with his shirt, and then they began to move, their bodies knowing each other's so well, moving and thrusting together. Makoto's legs were tight around Sousuke's waist as he flexed his hips to meet all of Sousuke's plunges forward and his fingers were tight on Sousuke's shoulder, a little painful, but the roughness made the sex hot and sweaty.

They had their times in bed, their slow sensual weekend mornings, where it was making love, when it was slow and they teased each other until they could no longer stand it, sliding in one another but right now it was quick and rough and oh so sexy.

"Fuck.. Makoto," Sousuke panted when he felt Makoto clench around him, the feeling so hot and tight, and he knew he'd never get sick of this with Makoto.

Whether it was the soulful moments or these quick hot fucks, he loved every time with Makoto, every way and he took a deep breath as he felt his own climax rush, his body shaking and quivering due to the intensity.

When Makoto reached for his cock, stroking himself fast and closing his eyes, Sousuke lost control, his hips thrusting harder and faster and deeper until he felt Makoto come, his body twitching and a loud moan ripping from his lips. Sousuke thrust a few more ragged times until he too came, releasing deep inside Makoto as his body thrummed in pleasure.

"I think dinner might be ruined…" Makoto said after a moment, the smell of something burning seeming to flood the apartment and Sousuke laughed as he moved to lick at Makoto's throat, licking at the small bites and nips he'd left behind.

"I'll order."

Makoto laughed softly as they parted, a gentle kiss shared as Sousuke made his way to the phone, discarding his now sticky tight black outfit as he did. He saw the green eyed gaze at his body and Sousuke gave a teasing smile back as though he and Makoto should've never met - from two different worlds, it had been the best collide of worlds he could've hoped for.

And he may not have the excitement of guns and violence, of his old exclusive bodyguard job but Sousuke had Makoto - the brightness in his otherwise lonely life - and that was more important than anything.