Travis, despite his seeming foolishness, was a smart boss. He sent Doug and Kirill to the surveillance mission deliberately, so that they could take a good rest after the perilous encounter with Bamboo Man. The two detectives needed this - they escaped a demise at the hands of the human monster with formidable power, although they both were ready for the worst end.

Doug and Kirill arrived at a large suite in a luxury hotel in Marina Urben. Thankfully, Travis allocated a generous sum of money for this mission.

- Ooh! This room is so large, Doug! Look at this window! - Kirill couldn't conceal his amazement with the suite when they entered.

- Well, glad you like it. I think it's gonna be a great observation point. - Doug kept his usual composed demeanor. He was the one who had made the reservation.

It was not the first time that Kirill stayed in a hotel room alone with Doug. Back when they investigated the case at the oil refinery undercover as reporters, Kirill found himself feeling inexplicably bashful and shy around Doug, who was lying on the next bed. At that moment, Kirill was not able to confess to himself that he had been attracted to Doug sexually and did not fully realise his own wishes. He then ended up leaving with a wistful longing for something, feeling jealous of Doug's previous partner, Derick.

But this time around, he was emotionally prepared to stay alone with Doug. Over time, he had been gradually starting to understand what he wanted. Since his first informal chat with Doug at the King's Kane pub, he had been yearning to establish a bond with his partner. It had become clear to him only recently what kind of bond that was. Kirill realised that he wanted the bond between Doug and him to be physical.

An emotional, platonic bond between them had been forming gradually and established fully on the day of their fight with Bamboo Man. Kirill was ready to risk his life to gain time for Doug to escape with the others, likewise, he was ready to die there unhesitatingly, once Doug was with him. But now he desired to feel high together with Doug. His motto "Don't think! Feel so good!" acquired a special meaning.

Before meeting Doug, Kirill had never been attracted to anybody, least of all to girls and women. He genuinely reckoned himself an attractive man and at the same time looked at girls as competitors. Occasionally, he found himself assessing men, and the first man whose looks caught his eyes was his senpai, Jefferson. However, Jefferson failed to arouse his interest, partially due to being a boring and deeply married family man.

For those who were not familiar with him, Kirill might have seemed like a dumb and silly kid, but the hardships of being an orphan and having experienced poverty and loss of relatives made him wiser, smarter, and perseverant. Nonetheless, Kirill grew up light-hearted and well-natured, fostered lovingly by his sister and step-grandfather.

Based on his partner's conversations with the other members of Seven-O, Kirill figured out that Doug lived alone. He felt that Doug had a thing for him, but could not say to what extent, because Doug's mind was not easy for him to read. All in all, Kirill knew that it was he who should propel the relationship between the two of them. So now he was determined not to miss the chance to bond with his partner.

He had never kissed and had sex with anyone, including Doug, who had recently become a hero of his sex fantasies. Doug's features enchanted him to the point that he was constantly dreaming of how Doug would kiss him, caress his bare skin, and penetrate him. He delighted in looking at Doug's seductive eyes and lips, beautiful and manly lines of his handsome face, athletic proportions of his lean and tall figure. Kirill enjoyed hearing Doug's deep velvety voice and seeing him in action. Objectively, Doug was as handsome and awesome as an Olympian god, who Kirill desperately wanted to belong to.

While Kirill was dreaming of having sex with Doug, the latter performed detectives' duties for both of them. Doug inspected the room, checked if there were any tracking bugs, and began watching their target through the window.

- Constable Vrubel, the surveillance target is that boat. It may be one of the safe houses of Esperanza. If we track them down, we'll get some missing information about their operation and Anthem deals, - Doug was business-like and focused, as usual.

- Okay, I'll take care of it, - Kirill replied, taking the binoculars, and started to watch the street.

A few hours passed in performing the surveillance duty. Kirill observed the target, at the same time furtively eyeing Doug, who had brought a few folders of files and was working through them, sitting at the Japanese-style table. From time to time, Doug went out to bring some black coffee, anpans, and burgers for Kirill and himself. Then they sat at the table on the floor, had the snacks, and chatted about the detective's work.

There was late spring in Lisvaletta; trees were covered with foliage and some still blossomed, filling the air with a light floral scent. Twilight, slowly falling on the city, submerged the room into darkness, illuminated only by the dim light of street lamps. The heady air of spring, shadows of the dusk, and Doug sitting next to him were making Kirill's blood run through his veins faster.

- Neh, Doug, are we going to watch it throughout the night? It's getting dark and nearly impossible to notice anyone suspicious, - Kirill decided that it was time to finish the work for today and proceed with his own personal mission.

- Didn't Dr. Apple provide you with night-vision goggles? - Doug smiled at him, sipping black coffee from a tin can.

- You are so thorough, Doug... - Kirill sighed, poorly hiding his frustration. Doug couldn't help snickering in amusement at Kirill's whimsical pout and furrowed eyebrows. He enjoyed teasing Kirill, but hastened to comfort him.

- It was a joke, sorry. Detectives are humans after all and can't work 24 hours. I'd like to take the opportunity to chill out in this hotel.

Kirill smiled with relief and looked Doug in the eyes.

- Then I want to take a shower to prepare to go to bed. Are you staying here overnight? - Kirill made the question with a slightly tilted head and a subtly seductive smile that didn't go unnoticed by Doug.

- I'll stay here as a partner should, - Doug looked up at Kirill from his seat at the table while his partner was getting up. He followed Kirill with his eyes when the latter walked towards the bathroom and took off his purple leather jacket. After Kirill disappeared behind the door, Doug took a deep breath and looked through the window. The silver disk of the full moon glowed mysteriously in the dark night sky.

Doug moved to the couch and looked at the night sky absent-mindedly. He fancied Kirill since their first encounter in that abandoned factory. Unlike many others, he didn't take Kirill for a woman, and the first time he noticed that the young rookie had an effeminate face was when they were sitting opposite each other in their police department's canteen. Doug never intended to fall in love or start a relationship with Kirill. After their first cooperation, he knew that recommending the brave young constable as a detective and his partner in Seven-O instead of Derick was a good idea.

Later, when Kirill joined Seven-O, Doug discovered some other sides of his partner. He noticed that Kirill was good-hearted, amusing, clumsy, and somewhat weak physically. Subconsciously, Doug felt an absolute trust and a desire to support and protect him, which manifested naturally in letting Kirill use Derick's old gun and his, Doug's, police car. He even bothered to take care of providing Kirill with a gun that was suitable for his small hands.

But that was not all. Doug wouldn't even need his detective's intuition to unmistakably recognise the non-verbal signals of attraction that Kirill sent him. Sometimes Doug caught himself thinking that Kirill was cute and lovely. Having realised that, he initially tried to keep a distance between them. He refused to call Kirill by his given name and shrugged him off subtly. However, Kirill kept being very persistent and not taking offense at his treating him non-committedly. Eventually, Doug surrendered to Kirill's advances and let himself enjoy the interactions with his good-looking partner.

In the recent encounter with Bamboo Man, Kirill revealed his prudent and decisive side, to Doug's surprise. It became clear to him that Kirill's intentions went as far as to protect him at the cost of Kirill's own life. Their formidable adversary had him to see Kirill's delicate body dangling helplessly in the air. The sight of his partner being hung was very painful for him and triggered his long-forgotten feeling of rage, but he failed to protect Kirill and later felt guilty about it. Fortunately, they both survived and were not injured badly. When they ended up on the current mission, Doug did not expect Kirill to resume his advances, but as a real man, he felt obliged to appease his partner.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Kirill undressed and filled the bathtub with pleasantly hot water. He felt thrilled about losing his virginity and the fact that it was Doug who was probably going to take it. Foreseeing the situation, Kirill had made an epilation of his perineum and now wanted to wash his private parts more thoroughly for Doug. The day before, he had also got a trim of his haircut and now was combing his hair in front of the mirror. When he was done, Kirill put on a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom.

The lights were out, and he sneaked up on Doug, expecting to take him by surprise. However, Doug wouldn't be himself if he allowed being taken aback. The moment Kirill's hand touched Doug's shoulder, Doug's palm slid over Kirill's back and lay just above his waist. Kirill's eyes widened in surprise for a second, and his cheeks blushed. He knelt on the couch next to Doug and put his other hand on his partner's other shoulder. In the moonlight, he could see Doug gazing at him kindly.

- I have something to tell you, Doug... You know, I've never been with anyone before I met you... And I really got to like you and want... want you... to make love to me. Please, Doug! - Kirill's breathing quickened and his heartbeat went faster.

He approached his face to Doug's, still looking into his partner's eyes. Doug brought his face ever so slightly closer to Kirill's, who glanced at Doug's parted lips and closed the distance between them. An intoxicating pleasure filled Kirill's senses, making him close his eyes. He felt Doug's hot breath and soft lips and clasped his hands around Doug's neck, leaning against him. Suddenly, he felt Doug's other hand embrace and move him to a sitting position on his partner's lap, interrupting the kiss. Doug looked at him, trying to slow his own breath.

- How do you want me to do it? - Doug's voice was calm and slightly husky.

- I want you to get inside me, - Kirill whispered breathily, feeling arousal in his body.

Kirill's hands were resting on Doug's shoulders, leaving room for him to undress. With Kirill sitting on his lap, Doug took off his jacket and necktie and proceeded with unbuttoning his shirt. He tilted his head slightly as he watched Kirill's gaze wandering over his chest. When his shirt was off, Doug smoothly lifted Kirill up and carried him to the bed.

Doug surmised that getting Kirill to reach an orgasm during the first sex was a challenging task, but he had always been known for achieving the goals he set for himself. Kirill, waiting to get ravished by him, was so pretty, so sweet, and the thought of taking his virginity was delightful for Doug beyond words. He unbuckled his belt and promptly pulled his trousers and briefs off to the floor.

Kirill pulled off his bathrobe as well, revealing his erection. He lay on the bed on his back, with his legs slightly apart and his knees bent, and gazed at his partner. Doug's naked body was strikingly handsome and perfect in every line. He towered before him like a god of seduction. Kirill felt shamefulness of his explicitly aroused body exposed to Doug. He peeked at Doug's impressive erection, whimpered, and held out his hand to him, begging for touch.

Doug leaned against Kirill and began stroking him gently. He found it necessary to make Kirill's first sex as gentle and tender as possible. He studied Kirill's body, caressing him and trailing kisses on his face, neck, chest, and shoulders. Kirill was clearly a man, with a flat chest and belly; his penis was a bit smaller than average but cute and perky like Kirill himself. However, there was something subtly feminine in the shape of his hands, waist, and thighs, not to mention his girlish face.

Kirill relished in Doug's touch and kisses, feeling engulfed by the sensations of Doug's smooth skin and strong but gentle hands. He was intoxicated with Doug's masculine scent and hot breath. His dreams finally came true: Doug was touching him intimately, and it felt so good! He wrapped his arms around his partner's neck to guide him into a deep kiss. Doug and Kirill savoured each other in this hot, steamy kiss, their tongues tangling together and licking each other. Kirill slipped his fingers in Doug's hair and slowly ran them through the wavy strands.

The partners interrupted the kiss to catch their breath. Doug lay on his side next to Kirill and turned him on his side as well so that his own chest was facing Kirill's back. He changed the position deliberately to let Kirill control the penetration if it hurt. Doug figured that at some point he might need a lubricant for Kirill and had bought it on one of his errands in the town. Now he reached for the tube he had left on the floor near the bed and put it behind himself for a while.

Doug began to caress Kirill's hips, thighs, buttocks, and between them. He wanted his partner to reach an orgasm together with him, so he palmed Kirill's erection gingerly, attentively observing his body reactions. Kirill's eyes were half-lidded, and his lips parted; his nipples perked up and his back arched slightly. Kirill began to utter muffled noises of pleasure in response to Doug's ministrations, feeling a pleasant heat accumulating in his lower abdomen. Doug's warm hands caressed his groin and genitals, lightly rubbing his perineum and anus. Kirill was experiencing an exquisite pleasure from the mere thought of Doug doing this to him. Suddenly, he felt Doug apply some fluid on his anus and then put a finger inside him. Kirill tensed for a moment when Doug started to slide his finger in and out of him, but soon adjusted to the motion. Doug added a second finger and probed inside Kirill, slightly changing the angles of entering.

Kirill enjoyed the feeling of Doug's fingers inside him, eagerly anticipating the moment when Doug plugged him with his organ. Suddenly, he felt a flash of sparkling pleasure and squeaked in surprise. Doug smirked - he found the sensitive spot over Kirill's prostate. He removed his fingers and applied some more lubricant on Kirill's anus and his own erection. Kirill quivered with excitement as Doug hugged him from behind, aligned himself at his entrance, and whispered in his ear: "Are you ready?" Having received his partner's approval, Doug pushed in. Kirill gasped at the surge of dull pain and tensed with Doug halfway inside him.

- Are you alright, Kirill? - It was the first time that Doug called his partner by his given name.

- I'm okay, Doug, please, continue!.. - Kirill's voice quivered against his will. - "I won't let Doug know that I was frightened of pain, I'm not a wimp!" - he said to himself in his mind, still trembling slightly.

Doug, with the tip of his shaft in Kirill, was in a sore need of friction. He harnessed his willpower to stay still and kissed his partner on the neck. He nuzzled and kissed Kirill's nape, eliciting satisfied noises from him; he discovered Kirill's another erogenous zone and was taking advantage of it. The sensation of Doug's tongue licking his neck was sending waves of alluring pleasure down Kirill's spine. He arched and wiggled his hips towards Doug, who smirked and entered him smoothly to the hilt.

Kirill quivered and uttered a moan from the sensation of Doug filling him to capacity with his hot shaft. He finally bonded with his partner the way he wanted, and it was so satisfying, so good! Kirill wriggled his hips a bit, trying to adjust and feel his partner closer, giving him a cue to start moving.

Doug wasted no time to begin moving inside Kirill because the foreplay made his body demand it so badly. Kirill's tight heat felt ineffably great to him. Simultaneously, Doug and Kirill had a feeling that they were incredibly compatible with each other as if Kirill was an extension of Doug's own body. Doug moved to seep inside Kirill at a slow, steady pace, probing and relaxing his partner's anal region. Kirill moved in sync with Doug, making small pleasured noises as Doug's hands caressed his stomach and erection, and Doug's hot breathing seared his neck.

- Ngh... Doug, it's... so good!... - Kirill moaned as Doug licked him behind his ear.

Doug switched to shorter and shallower thrusts, stimulating Kirill's sensitive spot. This made Kirill's mind go blank and sent him drowning in an ecstatic haze of sparking flashes with every Doug's movement. Kirill's body became flushed and dewy, his back arched and his hips rocked rhythmically towards Doug, emitting slapping sounds. He moaned ecstatically and clutched at Doug's arms, melting into his partner.

Doug relished in the sensations of the intercourse and Kirill being a lustful mess. He felt Kirill's penis leak and his insides swell, signalling an upcoming orgasm. Increasing the pace, he rammed into Kirill deep and fast, approaching his own climax. He made a few more vigorous thrusts, pumping Kirill's erection, and ejaculated deep inside Kirill with a muffled groan. The eruption of heat inside him made Kirill feel that his world was complete. Doug was his world and his universe. He shuddered in immense pleasure and climaxed, squealing Doug's name.

Kirill's body went limp in the bliss of post-orgasmic waves; his eyelashes fluttered, his mouth was open and drooled with saliva. Doug was catching his own breath, still fully sheathed in his partner. After a little while, he gingerly pulled out and bent over Kirill, who slowly turned on his back. Doug and Kirill gazed into each other's eyes, and Kirill gently pulled Doug's head for a kiss, which was soft, tender, and full of gratitude. When they pulled apart, Doug got out of the bed to fetch wet wipes. He lay down again, wiped Kirill and himself, and tossed the used tissues under the table. Kirill snuggled up to his partner's side with a contented smile on his sleepy face.

- Oyasuminasai, aibou.