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“This is fucking stupid.” Raian muttered under his breath, slamming his elbow down onto the white tablecloth that adorned the round table and using it to prop up his head. He stifled a yawn and you flicked his arm, commanding him under your breath to sit up straight and act like he had some manners.
On the inside though, you silently applauded him for doing so well; you did not expect him to make it this far. You thought he’d be running on the tops of the candlelit tables by now, heading straight for the target and blowing the cover that Erioh had worked so hard to establish for the two of you.
You and Raian had been undercover in Paris for almost a month now, and while Raian usually preferred to work alone, Erioh insisted on assigning you, his close friend’s granddaughter, to go with him. Raian didn’t mind that much, knowing you for most of his life and tolerating you for half of it. This particular mission had the two of you on stake-outs and occasional tails of the target or their associates, but tonight was different.
You couldn’t help but sneak a few glances in Raian’s direction to admire how regal he looked in his black and white tuxedo. For such a bulky man, he managed to look sleek and elegant, just like the Lamborghini Aventador that the two of you had arrived in. Raian was promised that if he behaved well, he’d be able to keep the car. But his patience was wearing thin.
“Why the fuck—”
“Because our target is here and we need to start getting closer to him. Would you like to stay in Paris for another month?” You hissed, ready to snap his neck if he asked you why the two of you had to attend a banquet one more time. Your answer seemed to satisfy the assassin, making him sit up straight and shut his mouth.
A few moments passed before Raian leaned closer to you, making the hairs on the back of your neck erect, and whispered directly into your ear.
“Don’t act like you’re not having a good time, y/n-kun .” He teased, the grin still smeared onto his face even as you pushed him away.
Raian knew of your embarrassing crush on him for as long as it had continued--seven years. Seven years did you refrain from breaking this moron’s neck out of fear that you’d miss him too much if he died. Seven years did you put up with his constant insanity.
Nine years did Raian struggle with his own feelings for you whenever they bubbled up, always pushing them back down--deep where he could not find them, even if he wanted to. But this mission threatened to make Raian burst.
The luxurious hotel room with a california king sized bed, a clawfoot bathtub, and a veranda did not help the situation either. For the past month, you’d be subjected to sharing a bed, a bathroom, and virtually all of your personal space with the feral assassin, and the sexual tension could not have been tighter.
You perked up when the target got up from his assigned table and moved toward the dance floor, seeming to have his sights set on a young lady clad in a navy blue dress that left little to the imagination. Raian watched as you followed the movement of the target with your eyes, grunting in surprise when you grabbed his hand and yanked him to his feet.
“Let’s dance.” You commanded, dragging him to the ballroom’s dance floor.
The ballroom that the banquet was being held in belonged to an art museum owned by the target, who had gotten on somebody’s bad side by selling counterfeit art pieces. You and Raian had followed the target from Japan to Paris, where he was currently charming some young lady with his dazzling smile and subpar dancing skills.
You positioned yourself so that you had a good view of the target, and placed one of Raian’s hands on your lower back and took the other one in your hand. Raian frowned.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to dance.” You teased, noting the way Raian’s hands had begun to sweat.
“I don’t give a damn about shit like that.” You stepped on his foot with your heel, shooting him a displeased look. “Sorry, I don’t care about unnecessary things like that.”
“Much better.” You nodded. “Just follow my lead.” You put pressure on Raian to move back and nudged one of his feet with your toes. He stepped back and you followed, you instructing him on where to move which foot and when until, eventually, the two of you were moving as gracefully as possible on the sleek ballroom floor.
You watched the target as Raian twirled you around the floor, quietly cursing and grunting when you’d occasionally step on his foot.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Raian seethed, sweat beading at the edge of his hairline. You hadn’t realized how long the two of you had been dancing, but you guessed it had been close to fifteen minutes.
“It’s always a good time with you, sweetie .” You teased, earning a scowl from Raian.
“Can’t we just gut the motherfucker right here? Why do we have to wait for him to be alone?”
“I know you, a Kure assassin, didn’t just ask me that question.”
“Well, are you gonna answer it?”
“Do you want to fight all the security in this room?” You pursed your lips at Raian’s grin. “Actually, don’t answer that. You know Erioh would kill you if we had to have him come bail us out of prison. Again.” You averted your gaze from the rabid man before letting your eyes wander back to the target. The spot that the target had been occupying was currently empty, and your senses rose to high alert.
“He’s gone.” You tightened your grip on Raian’s hand and Raian stopped moving, letting you lean in close to whisper to him. “You take the men’s bathroom and I’ll take the women’s.” Raian nodded seriously and kept a firm grip on your hand as he led you over to the women’s restroom, keeping up your cover.
You moved languidly, entering the bathroom with a serene visage but always keeping a hand near your thigh, where you had strapped both a gun and a knife. You quickly made work of making sure the bathrooms were empty before exiting the bathroom, where Raian was waiting.
“Anything?”
“Nah, just a dude passed out in the toilet. Drunk as fuck.” He snickered and you struggled to fight off the smile that stretched its way across your face. You made a mental note to maybe get a photo of the sight once you were done with the target. Suddenly, you were reminded of the urgent nature of the situation at hand.
“Okay, there are a couple of guest rooms upstairs.” You pulled out your phone to pull up the floor plan of the art museum.
“What the hell would they need guest rooms for?” The heat from Raian’s body as he pressed himself into your side made you shiver as he peered over your shoulder at your phone.
“What I’m assuming our target is doing right now.” You wiggled your eyebrows at Raian and Raian rolled his eyes at you. He took one last look at the floor plan and grabbed you by your waist, herding you in the direction of the stairs that led to the guest rooms.
“You’re such a child.”
“Says you.”
“Just call it what it is, y/n.” Raian gave you a pointed look. “They’re fucking.”
You tried your best to keep a straight face but couldn’t contain the small giggle that erupted from your throat.
“Brat.” Raian pinched your side. You flicked his cheek.
“Idiot.”
Once the two of you were out of the view of the public, you swallowed thickly and took the gun strapped to your thigh into your hands.
“You can let go of me now.” You said, gesturing to Raian’s hand still stuck to your waist. Raian cleared his throat.
“Nah, I’m good.” Raian shook his head and opened the door at the top of the stairs, revealing a hotel-like hallway lined with many rooms. “How the fuck are we supposed to get the key—” You placed a finger on Raian’s lips and signaled for him to listen.
You crept down the hallway, gun poised in your hands and Raian following close behind. As you neared the end of the hallway, you could hear mewls and moans, presumably from the woman that the target had apparently managed to snag. You turned to signal Raian to move on the other side of the door, but was thrown off by his amused grin. You slapped him.
“Get your mind outta the gutter!” You whispered slash yelled at him. He stuck out his tongue at you before positioning himself on one side of the door, while you assumed position on the opposite side. You watched as Raian shrugged off his suit jacket, trying not to ogle the rippling muscles that threatened to burst out of his dress shirt. You waited while he rolled up his sleeves to allow for easier movement, and prepared yourself as you watched him position his foot over the edge of the door, ready to kick it in.
“Well, well, well!” Raian roared upon entering the room once the door bolt was rightfully in shambles. The target and the woman quickly separated, covering themselves up with a blanket. You kicked the door shut behind you before quickly moving over to the bed and seizing the startled, naked woman, pointing your gun to her head and keeping your eyes on the target.
“W-what the fuck is this all about?” The target had his hands half raised in the air, eyes wide with fear at the monster of a man standing before him with a sadistic grin on his face.
“Word of advice: don’t piss off someone who has friends like me.” Raian grabbed for the man’s neck, but was promptly and swiftly kicked in the face as retaliation. He chuckled, wiping at the small stream of blood that sprang from his mouth. “Was that supposed to hurt?”
“Stay away from me, you bastard. I’ll call my—” The man was cut off when Raian successfully grabbed his neck with one hand. He looked at you and nodded his head in the direction of the door to the balcony, and you understood. You fumbled for the syringe full of heavy sedative that you had put in your purse earlier, gently stuck the needle in the woman’s neck, and laid her back down onto the bed. You covered her in the comforter out of sympathy; this man’s selfish libido had gotten her into this mess, and you weren’t about to kill her for it.
You tucked your gun back into the holster on your thigh and opened up the balcony door, moving to the side to let Raian make his way out into the crisp, Parisian night air. He held the man up with one arm, impressively dangling his legs over the edge of the railing.
“Regards from Tokyo, dick.” You looked away when you saw Raian’s hand tense on the man’s neck, which was followed by a sickening snap . Raian dropped the man off the balcony, and you peered over the edge at the crumpled body on the street below. His limbs were twisted in all sorts of unnatural angles, and Raian’s satisfaction was obvious.
“Why’d you have to break his neck? He was going to die from the fall, anyways.” You complained as the two of you made your way out of the room and back into the hallway. Raian retrieved his suit jacket from the corner he had left it in, and shrugged it back on.
“So he wouldn’t scream on the way down.” Raian thought for a moment. “Though, it would’ve been hilarious.”
You turned on your heel to face him, and jabbed him in the chest. “You’re sick.” Raian grabbed your hand and held it against his chest.
“But you love it.” Raian narrowed his eyes at you, inching his face closer and closer to yours, enjoying the way that you started to squirm. “Now that that dickhead is outta the way.”
“W-what do you think you’re doing, Kure?” You stuttered, unable to fully catch your breath. Raian’s grip on your wrist tightened as he backed you up against the wall of the hallway. “We have to get out of here...we don’t want to get—” A flash of hands, lips, and teeth and you found yourself unable to breathe completely; Raian’s lips were seared onto yours and positively suffocating you in all the right ways. You considered stopping and pulling away to ask him what on earth was going on, but the pleasure you felt expanding in your core was too distracting.
You moved your lips, trying to keep up with the fast and aggressive pace Raian had set, and trying not to melt in his strong hold. You whimpered against his lips and a low growl emitted from the back of his throat, snapping you out of your arrest and helping you come to your senses. You pushed hard at his chest until he released your lips from his, a wet pop signaling your parting.
“Rai, we...need to get...out of here. We don’t want...to get caught.” You panted, pressing your forehead against his heaving chest.
“Can’t we just hide out in one of these rooms? I’ve got some activities in mind—”
“We are not fucking in the same building that you literally just murdered a man in.” You knit your eyebrows together and scowled.
“Hey, I think that’d be hot.” Raian grinned. You pushed a hand onto his face and walked away from him, down the stairs, and back out to the party, where unsuspecting guests danced in the company of two assassins.
You waited at the curb for the valet to bring the car while Raian exited the building, chuckling at something on his phone. You peered at his screen and let out a giggle yourself—he had not forgotten your joy at the drunk man with his head in the toilet.
“Thank you.” You said gently, once you had composed yourself. Raian shrugged and watched as his Lamborghini arrived at the curb. Once the two of you were safely tucked away inside, you broke the silence.
“So, you kissed me.”
“And what about it?”
“Was that, like, a real kiss or an asshole kiss?”
Raian turned to look at you, effectively missing the car in front of them by a hair. “Excuse me?”
“An asshole kiss. Where you kiss me to tease me and lead me on because you know I like you.”
Silence ensued once more, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The hum of the engine and the occasional clearing of Raian’s throat kept you company. The silence continued when you arrived back to the hotel, turned the car into the valet, and made your way back up to the room that the two of you shared.
As soon as you made it into the room, you opened your suitcase and started to pack, assuming that you and Raian would be headed back to Japan once you had briefed Erioh on the success of the assignment.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Raian’s voice caused shivers down your spine and you jumped as he wrapped an arm around your waist, turning you around to face him.
“Packing? The assignment is over. Once Erioh finds out that we’ve—”
“Well, who says we have to tell that old man it’s over?” Raian slid a calloused hand onto your cheek, leaning down so that his lips almost brushed yours again. “For the record, I don’t even know what an ‘asshole kiss’ is. I’d never kiss some bitch I wasn’t into.” His head dipped down to where your neck and shoulder met and he ran his tongue over it, earning a light squeal from you.
“So I’m a bitch that you’re into?” You panted, wrapping your arms around Raian’s neck and pressing yourself against his body; you jutted your hips out at just the right angle so that you were effectively pressed to all the right places.
“The only bitch I’m into.” He huffed, sliding his hands down to your bottom and hoisting you up so that you could wrap your legs around his middle. He walked you over to the bed and dropped you onto it, immediately attacking your neck with his lips and teeth.
“Paris for another month?” You joked breathlessly. Raian grunted.
“Or two.”