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nearby alarms of the lc area ring loud and clear, sending the end of day signal echoing through empty shells of rubble. the setting suns rays spread across the areas, not caring for societal rules or walls that may wish it to focus its light elsewhere.
even the lines of decrepit looking mc buildings on the lc/mc boarder bathe in its light. with an outside covered by vines and mold, the supposedly uninhabited apartments never look any cause for concern. just some more to add to the list of eventual demolition.
that's what makes it perfect.
perfect for them at least.
peacekeepers are, contrary to popular hc belief, incredibly stupid. a fact easily proven by the undetected cartel being run right under their beady noses that'd been going for just under a decade.
"a drink tîi-rák'?"
nicolò looks up to his boyfriend lent against the filling cabinet, smirking both at him and the whisky bottle in his hand.
"don't mind if i do," they say, a semi flirtatious tone to their voice.
nicolò's office is fairly nice, if not a little bare. a few study furniture are dotted around, a study desk complete with computers and a few seats around it, a plant or two and couple of filing cabinets, one of which was purely used as an emergency storage for alcohol and monster energy. though that drawer is mainly for ashen and kurkits sake in long meetings, nicolò enjoys dipping into it every now and again.
with skill kukrit pours out a small whisky, sliding it across the desk into his tîi-rák''s hand only just missing the, as catia has stressed many times, expensive monitors.
"i thought today was never gonna end!" nicolò groans. "thought id never get a moment alone with you!"
"ugh tell me about it,"
several bottles and cans crash about in the drawer as kukrit slams it shut, cracking open a fresh can of monster.
"never a second to sit down in this fucking place some days," he throws himself down on the desk by nicolò, putting the can to the side and giving his glasses a quick clean on his shirt.
"umm language,"
kurkit looks him dead in the eyes.
"suck my dick,"
two seconds of dead silence pass, eyes locked in a furious battle of willpower.
they both burst out laughing.
"WHY DID YOU SAY IT SO DEADPAN?!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHY'D YOU MAKE ME SOUND LIKE THAT?!"
"BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE!!"
"I DO NOT!!"
"YES YOU DO!!"
they can't help but stare lovingly at eachother. faces inches away, eyes locked lovingly. kukrit can't help as his gaze slowly moves to nicolò's lips, only centimetres away from his. a gentle hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down even closer. his hand cups their cheek. their grips around his neck grows slightly tighter, nicolò letting out a soft chuckle.
they lean into eachother, closing the gap.
"did....did you just miss??" nicolò chuckles, bonking noses with their boyfriend.
"you distracted me!!" kurkit rushes to defend himself, still only a centimetre from nicolò's lips.
once again they can't seem to not note kukrit's smile, how one of his front teeth is still crooked and bent slightly across the other. still making him look silly, but in the way that nicolò adores.
'he hasn't changed a bit'
"how did i distract you??"
"your laugh!! it made me think you were laughing at me!!"
"then stop thinking." nicolò says, the quiet tenderness in his voice enough to make kurkit melt. "you'll hurt your pretty little head."
"just kiss me dumbass,"
they finally lock lips. kurkit's position is awkward but he doesn't care. all he cares about now is kissing the person he loves the most in the world.
kissing nicolò.
"hey boss you wanted to-uhhh....."
"FUCKING SHIT!!"
kurkit launches himself off nicolò, nearly giving himself a concussion on the desk, face burning bright red and hands quickly working to cover it. nicolò can only bop lightly back and forth in his seat, recoiling from kurkit and face beginning to turn some shade of pink.
"ill uh...come back later..."
"WAIT ASH COME BACK!!"
ash sighs, turning on their heel and faces their bosses nearly eye to eye. a long day and little sleep isn't good for the brain, especially not theirs. not that they choose to stay awake into the stupidest hours in the morning. those dumb dreams just keep coming back.
they won't stop coming back.
"i have something very important for you!"
"which is?" they say blankly, sauntering back to the desk and catching the fresh can of monster kukrit slid at them to distract from his burning cheeks.
nicolò grins wildly, pulling a small stack of paper from his desk for ash to read. they just about can, only because kurkit taught them when they first joined at 13.
"...a new job huh... what's so special?"
"look at who the hits on!"
they pull the paper closer, studying the names carefully.
"....blackthorn?"
nicolò claps his hands wildly, doing a little jump in excitement.
"i'm...gonna kill the blackthorns?!"
"not all of them, just the husband and wife," kurkit says firmly, resting a hand on nicolò's shoulder to keep him on the ground. "so behave yourself",
"i...get to kill...the blackthorns," ash repeats slowly, barely able to believe what they're reading. part of them waits for their bosses to tell them they read it wrong or that they're been a mistake.
they look up expectantly.
kurkit and nicolò stare back with pure delight.
a smile spreads on ash's face. they'd had important people before sure, even some lower wrung hcs. but a family like the blackthorns, with all the money and power a mc family could wish for...
"so ash, whadya say?"
...it's too good an opportunity to miss.
"...i'm in,"