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It took all of his self-restraint to not press the dangerously sharp blade into the delicate skin of his former bodyguard’s neck, slicing effortlessly into that jugular...no, the aorta. The doctor felt himself licking the inside of his teeth as he thought about the arterial spray that would come after....

“You’re musing to yourself again, Sensei.”

Wine red eyes flicked up to meet steel blue, the former widening slightly as he felt the tip of that damned katana pressing up under his chin. It only prompted a sick, devilish smirk from Mori.

“I let myself get distracted. Oops.” He narrowed his eyes, allowing his smirk to grow wider, though there was a soft tint to his cheeks now. “I wonder how far you would go if I was completely distracted...”

“I’m not like you.”

“You wouldn’t try to get the better of me? The upper hand? I’m disappointed, Fukuzawa.”

A scoff only added to the tension between them. But it was the soft falter of Mori’s hold—damn his age—was the catalyst for Fukuzawa to grab that scalpel and throw it to the side, the metal clattering on the floor. He shoved the boss up against the wall, his katana remaining pressed just enough up against Mori’s lower jaw.

“Is that all you’ve got, old man?”

Fukuzawa growled softly before leaning in, eyes boring into Mori’s own before their lips collided. The hold and pressure was firm before the younger of the two finally relaxed beneath the Silver Wolf’s hold.

The kiss was hard, sensual, possessive, and it was making the feared Boss of the Port Mafia melt underneath him. A soft mewl came from the dark haired male as Fukuzawa pulled away.

“You always engage the best foreplay...Yukichi-dono.”

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He knew it wasn’t over. He knew that there was still more shit to come, because it was just a risk that came with being in the Port Mafia. He knew that there would only end up being more death threats and risks and incidents and hostage situations and—

Chuuya’s mind was racing as he paced around his boss’ office. He had been left in charge while the boss was in critical condition, even while Mori was doing whatever he was to get over that damn Cannibalism virus that had infected him and the president of that stupid fucking Detective Agency...

And then the book! That stupid fucking glasses wanna-be detective that got him caught! The hell and high-water he had to go through...all because he was acting boss. But that’s a risk that being a leader comes with: sacrifice, danger.

He got word, as soon as he broke free from that fucking book, that Mori was fine, healed and good to go, but for Chuuya, at the moment, seeing was believing. He was short of taking off his gloves and biting at his nails, but in favor clenched his leather-clad hands in his pockets, his overcoat bellowing around him like a cape as he continued to pace.

It wasn’t until the click of the lock on the door was heard, the door opening slowly and allowing way for the one and only boss of the Port Mafia, that Chuuya’s fears were extinguished.

He didn’t even remember spinning on his heel or how his ability helped propel him forward to all but slam into his boss, arms wrapping around and holding him close.

Chuuya did, however, remember the wave of heat, comfort, happiness, elation, security, that crashed down and washed over his heart. He remember crushing his lips against Mori’s own, and his heart fluttering wildly as that kiss was returned.

The tiny executive pulled back and wiped at his tearful blue eyes, turning red in the face. He grit his teeth in a grin as the boss smiled warmly down at him.

No words were needed as Chuuya buried his face into Mori’s chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne and power that exuded from his body.

Aside of the night Dazai left, this was the happiest moment of Chuuya’s life.

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She was hurt. God, watching him don that damned uniform made her heart sink and crash into the ground, much akin to the Moby Dick in the bay months back.

What made it even more painful was the fact that she had fallen hard for him. Hard. She was waiting for the right moment to open herself up to him, to peel her mask away from her face and tell him, with a soft blush, how she felt. And in hopes that he would say he felt the same, and from there let it bloom into whatever it would...

She shuddered at the thought of her being so sappy, pissed off at the fact that she let herself get so wrapped up and didn’t see it sooner. Gin didn’t know that Tachihara was the traitor.

Even as she stood in front of him, fear pounding in her chest in actual fear that he could slice, crush, fling her to the side in an instant, she still felt that sappy feeling.

Didn’t change the fact that she was fucking mad.

She stepped forward, watching as his eyes widened a bit, her own remaining deadly and focused beneath her furrowed brow.

“Gin, don’t come any closer.” Tachihara breathed out, the redhead still having respect and fear for his Black Lizard teammate...if he even still had the right to call her a teammate.

She wasn’t carrying her blade, and her gate was somewhat shaky, albeit still terrifying. In a few uneven strides, they were finally chest to chest, and she was yanking down her face mask and knocking off that stupid hat to grab his hair as she pulled him down into a kiss.

She held it firm, feeling the redhead squirm in her hold, but felt him press harder against her. Her heart thrummed in her chest but she pulled back with a deep breath, only to slap him hard across the face.

“I thought you were the idiot here. But, I am, too...”

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Both of them were shaking. Their hands were shaking, their whole bodies quivering as if they were stranded out on a frozen tundra and their fire had just gone out.

They had been through hell and back, together and apart. Fukuzawa, running the Armed Detective Agency, and Mori, the boss of the Port Mafia. They both danced with death countless times, sometimes even at each other’s hand.

But it didn’t change the fact that they still had an unbreakable bond, that they loved each other dearly.

Though now, it was probably the end of the road for them both. They had been put in a predicament by a Rat, in which pitted both of their organizations against each other, each side’s end goal to make sure it was their leader that was going to survive, even though that meant the other needed to die.

Alas, here they were, shaking and on the brink of death, both complexions ghostly and pale, eyes looking weary and glazed over. Despite how they felt physically, the moment was leaving them open, stripped down to each other, allowing them to bare their souls to each other, just one more time.

“Maybe it’s a good thing that they didn’t stop it in time...” A raspy cough came from the doctor as he lifted a hand to brush the back of his fingers over Fukuzawa’s gaunt cheek. He got a half-hearted snort in return. “...you don’t agree?”

“We had a job to do. We can’t exactly...” A deep, ragged breath interrupted the Silver Wolf’s speech. “...see this in a positive light, when we’re essentially abandoning our post.” He sighed, canting his head to the side to wearily nuzzle against that hand, that hand that usually was so firm and steady, that hand that was now shaking like a leaf. “But, I understand.”

Mori leaned his head down onto Fukuzawa’s chest, taking a deep breath, before sitting back up to look the other male dead in the face. Not even a full second passed before their lips came together in the softest, most loving kiss that they had ever shared.

Pain shot through both their bodies as the clock started to count down to their final moments, causing both men to curl up against each other, groans of pain resounding in their throats.

It was in that moment that both of them allowed tears to escape their eyes, but not from the pain radiating and shredding through their bodies, but from the pain of them being forced to leave each other. Mori knew for damn sure that they weren’t going to the same place after the virus had consumed them.

Another soft kiss was managed as they laid down on the floor, side by side, fingers entangling one final time.

“Yukichi...”

“Rintarou...”

“I love you.”

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He wasn’t sure how Chuuya ended up coming back in his car after a night of drinking and celebrating. But here they were, Mori brushing off his grunts and security to haul Chuuya up to his room himself.

The executives and a select few of the mafia had gone out to commemorate a successful acquisition, one that even the Guild would have been jealous of.

And of course, Chuuya ended up drunk. Per usual.

Kouyou was too drunk herself to take Chuuya in for the evening, so the Boss was the one charged with the task. And he didn’t mind.

It was a blessing that the executive in question was tiny, relatively easy to carry. Mori slipped into his office with the little mafioso and laid him down on the lounge, the boss dusting off his front and draping Chuuya’s coat over its owner.

Mori turned and began to approach his desk, but paused in his steps as he heard a groan from behind.

“Bosssss....” Chuuya groaned and rolled to face the inside of the couch. He hiccuped a few times before rolling back over. Mori had to stifle a laugh.

“Already regretting your evening?”

“Mmnnh...I know I’m going to later.”

Mori turned and looked over his shoulder, offering a smile. “Maybe you will learn. Although, just remember that you will always have your family to take you home and take care of you.”

“...family.”

Mori smiled and turned, walking back to where Chuuya lay. He knelt down, reaching up to brush a lock of red hair away from those hazy, tired blue eyes.

Chuuya shuddered as he felt the soft fabric brush over his forehead. His red cheeks only grew warmer at the contact. He let out a soft puff of air before taking a deep breath.

“H-hey, Boss...”

Mori blinked and tilted his head, black bangs fluttering to the side. He chuckled as Chuuya waved him in closer. It was always amusing, entertaining the drunk, especially when it was one of his best—the best—executives.

Though, Mori wasn’t sure how he felt as he felt those drunken lips press awkwardly against him, the affectionate gesture seeming to be almost sleepy, even weak. Regardless, it caused the boss’ face to light up with a pink tint.

Chuuya continued to rattle on in his drunken state, making Mori chuckle and blush a tad darker.

“Family, huh? I love you more that f-family...Booooosssss.”