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Porsche

Days off was something Porsche treasured more than anything.

It meant that he was free from his responsibilities for 24 hours, and he had a moment to himself. God knows he needs it with how Kinn keeps pushing and pulling him like some sort of toy.

On this particular day, Porsche already had plans. Plans that involves Porchay's birthday in the coming month, and Porsche was going to splurge a little. He even had the party all planned out down to the decorations, and all that's left is figuring out what present to get him.

He left the compound as early as possible, choosing to leave his bike behind because he figured he probably won't be able to carry this purchases, if things went well today. Jom meets with him at the mall, talking Porsche's ear off about the things he had missed while away. Then he mentions that Chay's been complaining about his computer randomly shutting off, and it's news to Porsche because Chay didn't mention it at all. He was going to have to talk to Chay about that, but it can wait.

Porsche figures he'd get him a new laptop for school, the ancient one Chay uses badly needs to retire anyway. He drags Jom over to one of the stores, who oohs and aahs at the gadgets displayed. Porsche leaves him to wander the store as he approaches one of the ladies to help him figure out which one to get. 

It doesn't take long, thankfully. The woman is objective and straight to the point, and within 30 minutes, Porsche has made his purchase and is walking out of the store with Jom.

He takes Jom to one of the restaurants in the mall, where Tem promises to meet them for lunch. They're halfway through eating when Porsche feels something's out of place. It's been suspiciously quiet so far, and that unnerves him. He glances down at his phone, only half listening to his friends, frowning at the lack of notifications on the screen. Weird.

Now, normally, nobody contacts Porsche on his day offs. They know better than to expect him to answer anyway- with the exception of Kinn because he can be one persuasive motherfucker. Porsche still remembers that 50 missed calls and the subsequent punishment the last time he ignored Kinn. Yeah, he wasn't putting his ass on the line quite literally for missing a phone call, thank you very much.

Khun sometimes messaged him to whine about being bored, sometimes with pictures of whatever ridiculous idea he has dragged Arm and Pol into.

He's about to push the thought at the back of his mind and continue eating when his phone lights up with a call. Porsche excuses himself to take the call, feeling confused.

"P'Chan?" Why the fuck is he calling me, of all people?!

If he had somehow gotten into trouble without even being physically present, he was going to throw hands.

"Porsche." Somehow, the man sounds relived, "You picked up. Good."

"Is there something wrong?" Please say no, please say no, please sa-

"Pete just called in. Khun Tankhun is in a... situation." For fuck's sake. On his day off of all days? 

Porsche tries not to groan. "What do you need me to do, P'?"

"Last known location is pretty close to you. I'll send you the location. Provide support and keep Khun Tankhun safe until backup arrives."

"Got it, P'. I'm on my way to secure the cargo and call you back."

"I'm counting on you, Porsche."

He doesn't even have his gun. Fuck.

Porsche ditches his friends. Well, not quite. 

He comes up with a white lie about a work emergency, pays for the meal and entrusts his purchase to them. They would keep it safe, and Porsche really doesn't want to purchase another one in case it somehow ends up destroyed in the crossfire.

And then he's running, address already in mind and a route mapped.

He dials Pete as he makes his way out the door, and the call thankfully connects on the second ring.

"Tell me the situation." They don't have time for greetings, judging from the noises he could hear in the background.

"They have us cornered," is Pete's strained words, breathing heavy, "Car's busted, they blew the tires- fuck." Porsche hears an onslaught of gunshots, "We're sitting ducks here, Porsche."

"How long do you think you can hold out?" 

"We're running out of bullets," Pete says, confirming the words he had caught from Pol. "Ten minutes max, if that."

Well, shit. "Hang tight, I'm on my way." He recalculates his route, steering towards the carpark. They would be needing a car. "I'll be there in five."

Pete

When Porsche said he was on his way, Pete certainly wasn't expecting this.

They had hunkered down inside the car, with its busted tires, returning fire. It was a no brainer to stay, the car had armored plating and bulletproof glass.  It was the safest place they could be at the moment-but that could change anytime soon. 

It's almost 5 minutes after the call when Porsche connects with them again. Pete has been counting down the seconds. 

"Get ready to move." Porsche had said, and Pete could hear the faint rumble of an engine in the background. "ETA, 2 minutes." 

Pete had never been more relieved. 

He looked over to Pol, who had Tankhun pressed against Arm's back, between them. Khun was trying hard to be brave, but Pete knew the situation was triggering unwanted memories- he could see the faint trembling of his hands gripping on to Arm's suit jacket. 

They needed to get out of here. Fast. 

Pete ducks down, narrowly missing a bullet that whizzes past his head, and that's when he first hears the distant roar of an engine. 

He risks glancing over the hood of the car and spots a sleek black car weaving through the blockage. It distracts their enemies, speeding through the cars they had used to block off the exit. Wearily, Pete watches the car swerves, effectively blocking them from view and from another wave of bullets, then the passenger side door flies open.

"Come on, move! Move!" He's grinning despite the urgency in in his voice.

It's Porsche. Thank fuck.

Pete wants to feel relieved then and there, but he pushes it aside, instead signaling Arm and Pol to move. They do so in unison, scrambling towards the back door, Arm diving inside while hauling Khun in, Pol hurrying right behind them. Pete is the last one in, ducking into the front passenger seat. 

"Alrighty, dear passengers, strap yourselves in, keep your head down and hang on tight."

He's barely had the time to close the door when he hears Porsche shifting into gear. They burst in between the cars as Pete reaches for his seatbelt, glancing back at the three behind and notices they had done the same. Looking further, he sees two cars backing up to pursue. 

He hears Porsche dialing a number, and not even a second later, Chan's voice drafts through the speaker. "Porsche, report."

"Precious cargo secured, sir. All accounted for, no injuries so far." his words are short, objective, just like how P'Chan liked. To be fair, Porsche seemed to be calm for someone who's swooped in on a full-blown gunfight and had active pursuers. "We've left the scene, too risky to stay. We're low on ammo and they're giving chase."

"I'll send Pete the location where you can meet with back up. In the meantime, try to lose the tail."

"Working on it, P'."

Pete most definitely did not squeak when Porsche stepped on the pedal harder.

He's never seen Porsche drive before- fuuuuuck. The thought is horrifying as he watches Porsche weave through traffic with reckless abandon, like the god-damned devil was at his heels. His eyes were solely on the road, sometimes looking back to check on their pursuers and Pete would have been in awe at his laser focus if he wasn't so fucking terrified.

They narrowly miss rear-ending an SUV, Porsche jerking the wheel at the last minute, in an attempt to put more distance between them and the cars behind.

We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die-

Pete could see it now, written on his tombstone in mocking script- cause of death: Porsche's questionable driving skills. 

"I'm never leaving the compound again!" Khun wails behind them, sandwiched between Arm and Pol who both looked like they were about to hurl.

He really should have more confidence in Porsche, driving was one of the skills they are tested on, but Porsche wasn't really giving him anything to work with. Pete wouldn't even be surprised if he had failed miserably.

Loud honking pulls Pete from his thoughts and he almost has a heart-attack at the freaking truck Porsche just cut off, the car jerking violently as it slides at an arch in front of the truck and into the highway exit.

Embarrassingly enough, Pete had screamed.

Porsche

Porsche is pretty sure someone's screaming- he just can't tell if it's Pol or Khun.

Taking the exit had been a smart move, he's effectively lost the cars chasing them, but there were still the motorcycles. Right, he'd have to take care of that next.

"Relax!" He grins as the car swerves into a tight alley, prompting another wave of screams, arms and feet scrambling to anchor themselves down as a hail of bullets ricochet behind them. "We'll make it back home alive. Trust me."

Probably. Maybe. Fuuuuuck.

They didn't need to know that.

"What the fuck," Oh, it wasn't Pol or Khun screaming, he realizes, "what the actual fuck, Porsche!"

Porsche had confidence in his driving. He wasn't so sure his passengers shared his sentiments, though.

"Pete," he was still screaming, and Porsche had half a mind to hit him, "Pete. Can you like, stop screaming for five seconds and give me the location from P'Chan?"

That effectively shuts him up. He glances beside him, grinning sheepishly at the terrified Pete. His knuckles were turning white at how tightly he's holding on to his seatbelt, and he stutters out the address sent.

"Okay, you can continue screaming, thanks." Pete looked like he wanted to murder him then and there.

Porsche may or may not have purposefully slammed on the breaks, the car coming to a full stop. Pete jerked against his seatbelt as he screamed, Pol and Arm echoing behind him.

The sudden stop also startled the men chasing them, one of the motorcycles slamming against the back of the car and flying over the the front of the car.

"Whoo! Take that motherfuckers!" Porsche fails to hide a smile at Tankhun's cheer. Somehow, he had gone from terrified to awed in a matter of minutes.

Satisfied, Porsche shifts to reverse and steps on the gas, looking behind him as he reversed out of the alley, over the fallen bike, watching in sick satisfaction as the remaining motorcycles circled around, trying to avoid getting hit. 

There's a sick crunch of metal as Porsche aggressively turns the wheel, skidding back out of the alley. He had managed to take out two more, and Khun was laughing maniacally at the site of the fallen riders. Looking back, Porsche catches site of Arm's horrified expression. He snorts.

Putting the car back into drive, he speeds towards backup. He doesn't think the car could hold out much longer. Such a shame, it was a beautiful one, too.

"Land!" Porsche tries not to roll his eyes at Pol's dramatic cries, having just opened the door and falling right to the ground. He sobs, clutching at the dirt under him, "Solid, unmoving land, I've missed you!"

Arm follows suit, opening the other door, clumsy limbs sending him sprawling to the ground, "We are never letting Porsche drive again!"

"Hey! I just saved your asses." he steps out after them, crossing his arms as he frowned, " It wasn't that bad, right, Pete? "

"I think I'm gonna throw up."

Porsche sighs. Seriously. For people constantly staring death down in the face, they had fucking weak stomachs.

"Khun? Are you okay?" The man had yet to emerge from the car, so they all look inside, only to find him grinning, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"That.. was epic!" Arm sputtered at the enthusiastic words from the eccentric man, who looked absolutely thrilled as he stepped out. "Let's do it again!" 

"Sure thing Khun." Pete was already on his way to strangle him. Porsche laughs and evades.

"You're driving the next time we go out, Porsche!" Pol looked like his soul just about left his body.

Bonus

Chan happened to pass by, overhearing Arm, Pol and Pete's discussion about never trusting Porsche to do any driving. Ever. Apparently, all the near-brush with death they had experienced in a single ride had scarred them.

Just to add to the chaos, he drops in and comments, "Funny enough, Porsche holds the record for the driving test. You should learn from him."

The widened eyes and dropped jaws almost makes him laugh.

"Please tell me you're kidding, P'Chan." 

"Nope, you can even ask Arm to check. It's in his file."

"Holy fuck. Tell me he's lying!"

"Arm? Please tell me he's just fucking with us."

"..."

"Arm?!"

"We're doomed."

Chan promptly walks away, satisfied.

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Porsche

This day was anything but ordinary.

First, Kinn is out of commission, confined to his bed due to a prior collapse from fatigue. Freaking workaholic bastard.

But his schedule waits for no one. There were places to be, people to meet, papers to be signed, meetings to be held. Which was why, by some fucking miracle, Kim had somehow ended up going in his stead. Apparently, he hadn't been given time to argue by Tankhun (not like he stood a chance anyway, Khun was a force to be reckoned with when he tried).

Then it was Chay. With his god damned puppy eyes and pouting, begging him to go because hia, you're the best. I know he'll be safest with you. Pretty please? 

Porsche never stood a chance. Curse his soft, doting older brother heart!

He really needed to find a way to say no to those looks. Chay is getting too comfortable with using it against him.

After that, it was the damned brat himself, with his baby-brother-stealing ass and 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. Porsche wasn't sure if either of them would survive the whole day or however long Khun deems it necessary for Kinn to recuperate.

They haven't even made it out the compound yet and Porsche was ready to just jump off from Kinn's suite and end his misery. 

Pompous bastard insisted to take a car himself, which is clearly against protocol but the fact that Kim was even willing to temporarily take Kinn's place is a miracle that Chan relented, provided that he take one bodyguard in the car with him, and the rest in a separate one. 

As acting head bodyguard, of course that pleasure was given to Porsche. Fucking spoiled brat. Kill me now. 

To top it off, he couldn't even decided which car to take. Porsche thinks he's just stalling and would much rather stuff him in the trunk to get it over with, but Chay would be upset if he did that.

"For the love of God, just pick one!" any other bodyguard would have dropped dead by now, but Porsche was special. 

They glared at each other. 

"Fine!" Kim grumbles, swiping one of the keys and tossing it to Porsche, pouting like the petulant child he is. "We're taking Kinn's Audi, then!"

Porsche rolls his eyes, catching it with ease. Fucking finally.

To be fair, things were going rather smoothly.

They've finished the first two meetings and a meetup with a supplier. Kinn didn't have any lunch meetings booked, so he figured he'd let Kim choose as a reward for his hard work.

Porsche had tried to keep up his professionalism; opening doors, keeping on high alert during meetings, making sure to be in the near vicinity for emergencies. He had half expected Kim to rub things on his face and mock him but the kid was civil. 

Why did he have a feeling this was Chay's doing?

It did make sense that if Porsche didn't stand a chance against Chay and his puppy eyes, Kim was probably no better. Porsche almost feels sorry for him.

He's raised Chay, known him all his life, and this was just the tip of the iceberg. Chay could be a menace when he wanted to- Porsche was partly to blame for that. Kim had his work cut out for him.

And perhaps, maybe he didn't need to worry about his brother too much. He could probably hand Kim's ass to him if he tried. And Kim would probably let him. He snorted at the thought.

"What's so funny?"  

"The thought of you giving in to a tiny teenager."

"Oh, like you're any different?"

"I'm his brother. I'm supposed to give in." Porsche deadpans, glancing at him from the corner of his eyes. "What's your excuse?"

Kim doesn't answer him, and that makes Porsche laugh out loud.

"Don't worry, and just accept your fate." Kim groans at his words, strapping himself in as Porsche starts the car. "Anyway, where to for lunch?"

"Let's stop by McDonalds."

Porsche blinks, hand pausing over the shifter, trying to process his words. "McDonalds?" He repeats, amused.

"What?" The younger man snaps, but Porsche can see the red tint creeping on his neck and ears.

"And here I thought you'd go for something fancy, but turns out you're just a kid."

"Just drive."

"Sure thing, kiddo, let's get you you McDonalds."

As it turns out, a big mac and a couple of nuggets can thaw Kim's frozen heart. Porsche files the information away in his mind for future use.

Something feels wrong. Porsche felt it the second the meeting with the Italians ended, the sudden shift in the air, the heavy tension.

They needed to get out. Fast.  

The door has barely closed behind them when Porsche steps closer towards Kim, shielding most of his back. It must've startled him because he almost jumps when Porsche's hand comes to rest on his back, urging him to move faster.

"We need to get go. Now." His voice is low, just loud enough for Kim to hear, and one look at his face seemed to convince him.

Porsche addresses the rest of the team as he ushers Kim towards the car and the men seamlessly move to cover them, all on high alert. He's barely opened the door for Kim when he hears the gunshots.

"Fuck, keep your head down!" Without a second thought, he shoves Kim inside, slamming the door behind him, ignoring the yelp from the younger. He slides over the hood and falls to the other side, the bullets whizzing right over his head.

Thank fuck all the Theerapanyakun cars were all customed with armored plating and bulletproof glass, damn.

He grabs his gun from it's holster, attempting to return fire. The second his head pops up, more bullets fly, so he's forced to stay down.

"Porsche." Ken's voice filters through his ear, "Take Khun Kim and go, we'll cover you." 

He hates running from a fight, but they had more important things to take care of. Porsche nods, but realizes that Ken couldn't really see him. "Yeah, I'll get him out. We're counting on you guys."

Gun tucked back in place, Porsche half squats/crawls his way to the driver's door, just opening it just enough so he could slip in.

"What the fuck was that?!" His eyes are wide, and he could see the fear laced in them. At least he had listened to Porsche, keeping his head down until he had hear him getting in.

"Just another day at work." He grins, attempting to lighten the mood.  "Strap in, kiddo. This is going to be a bumpy ride." 

Kim

He was insane.

Batshit crazy, and Kim is pretty sure he may have some ulterior motive involving his death.

The worst thing about that is it's a good thing. Porsche wasn't kidding when he said it was going to be a bumpy ride, and Kim couldn't believe he was actually feeling some sort of respect for this prick.

He watches, in horrified fascination, as Porsche sped through the streets of Bangkok as if he owned it, passing cars and trucks as if they were nothing. Any faster and Kim swears the car would be flying. He couldn't even be mad because objectively Porsche was a good driver, heck, the best he may have seen. The older man didn't even seem phased that they were being pursued and shot at, weaving through traffic as if the law didn't apply to him.

Kim is thankful he had listened when Porsche told him to put on his seatbelt, because he's pretty sure he would have been thrown around the car if it wasn't for the seatbelt holding him down.

"You okay, brat?" Porsche has the audacity to ask, as if he didn't just cut through an intersection, taking a sharp right turn that made the car slide, leaving trails of smoke as he sped down the highway. The sounds of metal crashing against metal are loud behind them.

"I'm fine." he cringes at how high pitched his voice sounded. "You're scarily good at this."

The comment makes Porsche laugh, and Kim wishes he could to the same. "Why is that so surprising?" 

"You don't look like the type."

"Are you profiling me?" Kim can't even answer, flinching when he hears the distinctive sound of bullets hitting metal.

He turns and finds a motorcycle in speed with them, the rider's hand held out, gun still smoking.

"Right, time to get rid of them." he had sighed, as if it was some sort of troublesome chore.

His movement it fast, graceful even, and Kim finds the car spinning, taking out the motorcycle beside them as he slammed against the hood of the car and on to the road. Horrifyingly enough, Kim finds himself face to face with their pursuers, and large glinting metal object hanging out one of the windows. 

"Uh- Porsche? What the fuck is that?!" Realization dawns on Porsche.

"Oh fuck." He shifts gears and pulls on the handbrake, turning the car back around, the tires squealing at the sudden movement. Kim lets out an embarrassing squeak as he's jerked around in his seat. "Keep your head down and hold on! I'm going to put as much distance between us as I can."

"Hold on to what exactly?!" 

He's answered by a grin as Porsche changes gears again, pressing the pedal flat on the floor.

There's a loud sound, an explosion and Kim jerks forward on his seat, almost slamming against the dashboard, but Porsche's arm shoots out and holds him back tight against his seat.

Kim screams.

Porsche

Glass rains around them, as the windows explode, the car suddenly propelling forward from the force of the explosion. Porsche's ears are ringing from the blast, and he temporarily lost sight of the road, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other still on Kim's nape pushing him down and away from the shards. The world comes back to him in dots, and he's aware of a sting on his cheek, thick liquid slipping down the side of his face.  He hits the breaks just in time, the car swerving to narrowly avoid hitting a wall. 

"Holy fuck." Porsche breathes, letting go of Kim as his other hand reaches for his own face, wincing as he wiped the blood pouring out of the cut on his cheek. "You okay there kid?" 

"A freaking grenade launcher?!" The younger man exclaims, raising his head, hands still covering his ears, eyes wild with disbelief. 

"Seems a little excessive." Porsche agrees, breathless as he laughs. "Someone really wants to take you out, fuck."

"We still have company." Relief floods into Porsche when the engine roars back to life without a fuss.

They get caught in sudden onslaught of bullets as he puts the car back into drive. With the windows now missing, bullets were crossing through easier.

"Fuck-" he pushes Kim back down, feeling a sharp pressure against his shoulder and arm. "Stay down." 

Porsche revs the engine and shoots out of the vicinity.

It was going to be a long day.

By some fucking miracle, they make it back to the compound, mostly unscathed.

Not the car though. What a shame, it was a thing of beauty.

Porsche has just stopped the car, the engine still running though he had already engaged the breaks. The adrenaline had been wearing off, and exhaustion was setting in, prompting him to lean back against his seat as he breathed.

"Holy fuck, we made it."

Breathe in, breathe out.

"That was some awesome driv- Porsche?"

Huh, why did the brat suddenly sound so worried?

Breathe in, breathe out. 

"Porsche? Fuck!" He blinked, surprised at Kim's close proximity.

He was perfectly fine. A little tired, and his shoulder hurt like a bitch.

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

"I need some help over here! He's bleeding! Fuck, I think he got shot." 

Hands come in contact with his shoulder and he hisses at the pain shooting through him. 

"Fuck, sorry- hey, hey. P'Porsche, stay awake."

Yep, he was just going to take a short nap.

"P'Porsche?!"

Bonus

When Porsche is given the all-clear by the medical staff two weeks later, he expects Kinn to chain him down to the bed and force him to rest. He had been pacing Porsche's hospital room, ranting about how Porsche should have been more careful, that he should have told Kim, yada, yada, yada. 

He effectively shut up when Porsche had pouted and pretended to be in pain, instead fussing over him. Tankhun had rolled his eyes at the evil grin spreading on his lips, unseen by Kinn. Sucker.

Normally, he hated pulling a fast one over Kinn, but he just wouldn't shut up. He had to take drastic measures... and it was fun.

Surprisingly enough, Kinn takes him down to the garage, and Porsche briefly wonders if Kinn is still mad about his ruined car.

He doesn't expect a brand new, bright yellow Audi R8 complete with a red ribbon on top, sitting next to an equally brand new red one.

"What the fu-"

"It's a gift from Kim." Kinn looked like he was pouting, handing a small box to Porsche, who opens it and finds the keys inside, along with a small note from Kim. "I wanted to get you a car. He beat me to it." 

Thanks for the McDonalds. Get well soon, so we can test out the new car.

- Kim

Porsche snorts. Looks like someone was warming up to him.

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Big

He should have known something was up the second P'Chan pulled Porsche from the team. It was suspicious, because Porsche should have been with the recovery team, with him, Ken and Pete, among others- he was one of their bests (he wouldn't admit that out loud because Porsche already had a big enough ego as it is, the damned cat.) and things would have been easier to have him on the team. An extra set of hands is always better.

Instead, he was moved to Reconnaissance, which baffled him because Porsche was anything but subtle. Big highly doubted the man would even be able to sit still and keep quiet for the whole duration, always so active and poking his nose into things that didn't concern him or whining for attention like some sort of lap cat. No, Big was definitely not fond of the idiot.

Absolutely not. No fucking way.

Besides, it was supposedly a fairly easy transaction- a quick in and out, but for some reason they had brought more people than necessary. Big would like to claim it as overkill but he knew better than to question P'Chan, even if it felts as if the head of security had doubts about their capabilities. Big would have been offended, if not for the glaring fact that they had absolutely failed.

They had been a little too complacent, and the damned bastards came more prepared than they anticipated. 

Really, Big should have expected they would play dirty, that was an unspoken fact. But he didn't even see it coming until he was already down on his back, with an aching cheek and a bruised ego.

Even worse, they had taken both the money and the bag they were supposed to retrieve. Khun Korn would have their heads if P'Chan wouldn't get to them first.

"After them!" Big finds himself yelling as he scrambled back to his feet. Ken and Pete are quick to follow him, sharing his sentiments.

But before they could even get in the car, they hear Chan's voice in their comms, sounding as if he had fully expected it to happen. "No. You regroup. We've got it covered." Big didn't know if he should be thankful or fearful- P'Chan's tone gave nothing away and the uncertainty was terrifying. "Arm." 

"Copy that, sir. Unleashing the beast." 

It was Arm this time, and Big wasn't so sure what to make of his tone. It sounded downright evil, as if he had just released bloodhounds on an unsuspecting enemy. 

"Speed Demon, showtime." 

Speed what now? He barely has time to step aside when he feels a strong gust of air, the roar of a motorcycle engine loud in his ears as a black blur passes by them, leaving a cloud of smoke and dirt in his wake.

"What the fuck was that?!" Ken almost trips over his own feet, but catches himself just in time.

"That, my friend," Pete shakes his head, shoving them both towards the car, "is Porsche." and then he adds under his breath, "fucking little speed demon."

Porsche

Porsche wasn't hoping they would fail. What kind of friend would he be if he did?

He did hope to see a little bit of action.

Admittedly, being put in the back burner stung. But that decision was made because he was apparently still recovering according to Kinn, the overprotective asshole. And while Porsche did enjoy the doting, it was starting to get suffocating. Really, joining reconnaissance was just a fancy term for backup- all because Khun Kinn didn't want to put him in direct line of fire.

Porsche wasn't sure if he wanted to dropkick his ass or kiss him senseless.

Maybe he could do both. Hm, yeah that sounds fun.

"Fucking focus, you horny bastard." Arm sounded disgusted, throwing a chip at his head. "You're supposed to be on standby."

Easy for him to say, Arm was just monitoring the whole thing behind his wall of monitors. Porsche doesn't understand how he could sit still so long. 

"Go back to your post, shoo!" Porsche rolled his eyes, flipping him off as he walks out of the tent. 

"Just for that, I'm driving the next time we go out with Khun." He cackles at the garbled noise he receives, ignoring Arm's hysterical Porsche, no, I'm sorry, come back!

He makes his way back to the motorcycle he had been issued- a sleek black Kawasaki Ninja H2R from Kinn's own collection. Kinn was at this phase where he wanted Porsche drowning in everything he owned- be it his ridiculously expensive clothes, his sparkling, golden jewelry, or his top-of-the-line vehicles. Sometimes it felt like Kinn was marking him, like a dog peeing on his territory. It was ridiculous. 

And hot. (not the dog peeing on territory part, but you get the point.)

Which was why Porsche didn't mind. He loved a possessive man, made the sex so much better.

He swings his leg over the motorcycle, just in time to hear Chan's voice through the comms. 

"No. You regroup. We've got it covered." Finally! He's been itching to take this baby out for a spin. "Arm."

Porsche grins, shoving his helmet over his head and safely doing the strap as he hears Arm's response. "Copy that, sir. Unleashing the beast." 

He rolls his eyes, flipping the visor down as he kicks the engine to life. "Who you callin' a beast, huh? Way to be dramatic, Arm."

He was promptly ignored. "Speed Demon, showtime." 

Ridiculous nickname, really, but somehow that had become his codename, thanks to one bodyguard we'll hide by the name of Pete. Just for that, he'll drag him into the front seat the next time he drives, and he'll make sure to make it a Speed Demon Special. 

Porsche sighs, engine revving. "Speed demon, in pursuit." 

Porsche

What a bunch of amateurs. Porsche scoffed.

It had been easy to tail them using the tracker Arm had placed with the money- Porsche just had to follow the green dot on his screen.

Plus, it helped that Porsche was familiar with these streets, he knew them better than those assholes did. When the playing field is practically your backyard, that changes a lot of things, and he had a much better handle on his motorcycle.

He wasn't even breaking a sweat at the chase, the wind whipping around him a welcomed pressure as he sped through the streets of Bangkok.

Another plus- he had intensive knowledge on the ins and outs of the streets; which street to take, which to avoid, where he can cut across to efficiently. 

Quite predictably, they had gone for the highways, weaving through traffic as if they weren't afraid of death. Porsche watches them, shaking his head as he steers the bike into a back alley.

"Porsche? You're diverting from course." Arm's voice crackles in his ear, "They're getting away."

"Chill. I know what I'm doing." He responds, ducking just in time to avoid a stray wire to the throat, "Have a little faith."

Arm seemed to pause before finally speaking up, "Eh, it's your ass on the line anyway."

"Gee thanks. Some friend you are." He resists the urge to roll his eyes, wheels squealing as he made a sharp turn, the sound of the engine echoing loudly and startling residents. Most of them jumped back as he sped through, others screaming profanities as he went.

Looking down on the screen, he notices the glowing green dot blinking closer and closer.

Grinning, he bursts through the mouth of the alley, startling his target enough that he visibly jolts. He almost collides with the other motorcycle, expertly grabbing hold of the handle as the wheels slide a little, creating a cloud of smoke behind him. 

"Holy shit." Arm's voice comes out in a whisper.

He revs the engine, feeling the powerful thrum of the bike that has the front wheel lifting off the ground.

It almost feels like a dance as Porsche maneuvers through the cars, inching closer and closer before the other rider darts through a gap in between two looming trucks. The sudden movement startles Porsche, who had been reaching out to grab a bag.

"Fuck!" He hits the break to full, tires squealing as he skids forward, the back wheel raised as he nearly splattered on to the back of the truck. Thank god for his sense of balance or else, he would've toppled over.

"Porsche?!"

"I'm fine." He grunts, leaning back and bringing the back wheel back down. Okay, now he was pissed.

He doesn't even hear Arm's questions anymore, too annoyed as he kicks back into gear. He promised to bring back Kinn's bike in one piece, so he tears through the streets like a demon possessed.

Huh, maybe that code name did make sense.

The blinking green dot was starting to get on his nerves.

"Porsche, where are you?" Pete's voice filters into his ear.

"Still tailing them, fuckers almost got me." He grumbles, noticing another blinking dot heading towards the green one. "I take it you've regrouped?"

"Yeah, we're about to cut them off-"

"No, you're not." Porsche snorts.

"What do you mean-"

"I have eyes on them," He doesn't even let Pete finish, weaving through discarded objects and trash as he catches up to them, "unless you can drive up a wall, you're not cutting them off."

"Fuck."

"Don't worry, I got this under control." he can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, catching sight of what lay ahead, their route suddenly making sense. Well, if their pursuers had been in a car. Unfortunately for them, Porsche was not.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Eyes up." he grin, picking up speed as he overtakes the two men, catapulting over the makeshift ramp and over the wall.

Ken

"Eyes up." The roar of motorcycle prompts them all to snap their attention forward and above, just in time to see a motorcycle emerge from the other side of the wall. 

"What the actual fuck." Ken couldn't stop the words, jaw hanging open as he watches Porsche soar over their head, followed by two other men. He had enough momentum that he's managed to flip himself upside down, legs firmly around the bike, hands leaving the handles, going behind his back and swiftly pulling out his guns, aiming them towards the men behind him.

Two consecutive gunshots later, the two motorcycles fall to the concrete, bodies following after, flopping to the ground with a sickening crunch.

Porsche lands just a few meters away, spinning the bike around, guns neatly tucked back in place. He kicks out the stand, flipping the visor up as he walks towards the motionless men.

"I'll be taking these, gentlemen." not that the flopped bodies we going to put up a fight anyway. Porsche easily swipes the bag and the briefcase of money, tossing both through the open window when he got close enough. Both items land on Pete's lap.

The sounds of approaching cars has Pete and Porsche exchanging a look, and a nod.

"I'll handle the tail. Go." he flips the visor down, jogging back to his bike as the car pulls away.

Big

They arrive just in time to see Porsche pulling in to the temporary base, just about having lost their own pursuers. The motorcycle engine purrs as it comes to a stop, kicking out the stand. His leg swings over the motorcycle, shutting it off as he got off and coming to stand in front of an expectant Khun Kinn. Gloved hands come up to unclasp the strap of his helmet, and he pulls it off with a flourish, resting the helmet against his hip as one hand runs through his hair, smile bright.

It was a rare scene to see a mafia boss smiling dotingly at another man. For anyone else anyway. These days it was becoming quite normal to the Theerapanyakun bodyguards. Big can't even blame Khun Kinn because, really, who could resist Porsche anyway?

Big feels his stomach turn at the sight- not in a bad way. Quite the opposite.

He was fucked.

Unfortunately for him, Big can't stop his eyes from roaming. Porsche is dressed head to toe in black, his shirt clinging to his form like a second skin, tucked into fitted pants, combat boots on his feet. There's two holsters on his back, a familiar magnum, partially hidden under his cropped leather jacket. The whole outfit only emphasized his itty bitty waist and Big wonders if he can sneak a touch without anyone knowing.

As if sensing his thoughts, Khun Kinn's eyes snap towards him, possessive arm curling around the slim waist as he glared.

Big blinks.

Or not, he quite liked his hands attached to his body.

Bonus

"So... Porsche, huh?"

Big wanted to smack his head against a wall.

"What? No!" The denial has Ken raising a brow at him, arms crossed across his chest.

"Dude, I have eyes." He deadpans as Big turns an interesting shade of red. "You look at him with disgusting goo-goo eyes that you used to look at Khun Kinn with."

"I- wha-" Big sputters, "I do not look at anyone with- with- with goo-goo eyes!"

"Would you prefer it if I say you look at him like he hung the moon?"

"No!" He almost screams, "No fucking way! I do not like that stupid idiot! Who would like that troublemaker? All he does is stick his nose where it doesn't belong, make unnecessary comments and cause trouble for everyone else! I doubt he even has his head screwed on right! Like that last excursion with Khun Kim? He got shot! Like a god-damned idiot! He knows better! And there's the whole matter of going off alone like some kind of hero, I swear to god if he doesn't come back in one piece-"

"Uh, Big?"

"...fuuuuuuck."

"uh-huh... I rest my case."

"...."

"..So, which casket would you like? Flower arrangements?"

Chapter Text

Seeing the future heirs of the Theerapanyakun Major and Minor families in one occasion is a rare, but a necessity. It gave an impression of unity, even if it was far from the truth. They had an image to uphold. 

Tonight was supposedly a night of celebration- one of the family's oldest business partners were celebrating the coming of age of their heirs and had thrown an extravagant party. Both Kinn and Vegas were sent an invitation which they were not allowed to refuse. 

Now they could handle being in the same room, sharing the same space for a few hours, but to be seated on the same table was asking for too much. 

Kinn could get through this, but it would have been better to have Porsche by his side. Unfortunately, he was taken off the main detail tonight, much to his dissatisfaction. He would have taken him as a plus one, but Chan said he needed him somewhere else. Granted, he could have demanded him back, but with his father backing Chan's decision, he had no choice but to back down. 

So now, he had to deal with a missing Porsche and Vegas' annoying ass. He was going to need a lot of drinks. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we appreciate you coming all this way to celebrate with us." It's the host that speaks from his perch on the wide stage decked out in black and gold decor. "I present to you, this evening's entertainment!" 

There is a round of applause, the spotlight shutting off from the main stage, and the lights dim. Smaller spotlights point towards either end of the stage, at a curtain of black cloth and beads of gold. 

Music begins filtering through the speakers, the lights on stage coming back to life in bursts of color. A foreign man's voice fills the air as he take to center stage with a beautiful woman hanging on to his arm. 

Scantily dressed men and women emerge from either side of the stage, pushing past the curtains, skin painted in gold, intricate patterns, face hidden from the rest of the world as they move in graceful precision. 

It's a seductive dance, hips swaying, bodies rolling in practised moves, and they glide closer, closer, closer . There are four slowly approaching their booth- a pair of both men and women. Kinn doesn't even give the women a glance-granted, they looked great, just not his type. His gaze shifts over to the two men, one of them smaller than the other and opposite in skin tones. The smaller one easily could have fit the bill of Kinn's type before Porsche, but now he doesn't even catch his eyes. Instead, they're drawn to the second man, who moves as if a predator stalking his prey, his form lean, his shoulders broad, legs long- he moves slow, purposeful, seductive. Tanned skin glows, the glitter on them reflecting the dim lights.

There is a sheer cloth wrapped around their wrists, binding them together but long enough not to restrict movement, the fabric flowing through with each movement, making it look somewhat magical. 

Kinn finds his eyes wandering, eventually catching the man's gaze and just about loses all the air in his lungs. He could recognize those eyes anywhere.

There is amusement in those eyes as Porsche moves delicately, in well-practiced grace, making it seem as if he's gliding across the air. There is a glimmer of glitter on his eyelids, eyes lined with kohl, the rest of his face hidden under a sheer black cloth with glittering jewels. He had his hair down, a bejewelled gold band resting on his raven locks. His neck glimmers under the lights, a strip of black lace wrapped around his throat with thin threads of gold weaved into intricate shapes. His upper body is bare, save for the golden chains that started just below his choker, wrapped around his neck, then trailing down the center of his chest and right above his toned stomach, breaking off into two smaller arches to wrap around his slender waist. Kinn stares at the glittering diamond resting on his belly button. 

Dark clothes are wrapped low around his hips in layers- dark, solid black below a sheer curtain laced with golden specks- It flows down until it reaches his bare feet. A golden belt hangs loosely over it, dipping just in the middle into a v shape, tassels of the same color hanging throughout. Each step forward, Kinn catches a glimpse of his toned legs, visible through the long slit that ended a little above the middle of his thighs. There is a plain gold band on his right thigh, and lines of gold overlapping each other on the left. He briefly wonders what he's wearing underneath, his mind (un)helpfully supplying images and suddenly the room is scorching hot. 

Kinn's catches his stare, kohl-lined eyes narrowed seductively, and he gulps.

Porsche knew exactly what he was doing. 

"holy shit." he hears Pete quietly murmur from somewhere behind him and Kinn whole-heartedly agrees because holy shit just about sums it up. 

Except he can't find the words because his throat is suddenly dry.

It takes all of his self control not to grab the man and just ravish him then and there.

"Mind if I call dibs?" Vegas' question makes him narrow his eyes, the grip on his glass tightening.

"Are you looking to lose a limb tonight?" He only laughs off Kinn's underlying threat, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Still not good at sharing your toys?" Vegas wasn't even looking at him- to be fair, neither was Kinn. But he hated the way he stared at Porsche, the intent clear in those dark eyes. 

"I recall you being the same, dear cousin."

The four of them dance around the booth in circles, and Kinn's eyes never leave Porsche's lithe form. When he turns, Kinn catches sight of the jewels glued on his back tracing over the inked phoenix, looking as if those rhinestones were a part of him, like they belonged there. 

Kinn fights back a moan at the sight, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

He watches him blow a kiss at Pete whose ears are burning red, Big beside him with his mouth agape. Jealousy rears its head at the sight, but it doesn't last long because suddenly Porsche is closer, just within arm's reach. He dances along Kinn's back, leaving fleeting touches on his shoulders and arms, his eyes whispering promises of pleasure.

Kinn leans back against the plush seat, head slightly tilted up and Porsche saunters closer, breaking choreography as he leans in just enough for Kinn to catch a whiff of his scent- the same one Kinn loved on him, fingers dancing across his clothed shoulders and palming at his chest. He tries to nose at the offered skin of his neck, but Porsche pulls away before he can, drawing a growl from his lover. The younger man playfully winks at him, falling back into the routine.

Porsche transitions over the Vegas' side of the booth, but this time he doesn't stray too close. There was a smirk on his cousin's lips as he watched.

It's not worth getting into trouble by retaliating- Kinn was satisfied with the fact that at the end of the day, Porsche would come home to him. Vegas could only watch. Porsche belonged to him. Besides, papa would probably be upset if he disrupted the family's balance by taking Vegas out of the equation.

There is a delightful thrill creeping up his spine when he sees Porsche's eyes solely on him, hips rolling forward sensually, arms stretched above his head.

Oh, boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man

Each beat is accompanied by a delectable pop of his hips and chest, sultry eyes never leaving Kinn's hungry ones. 

I don't, don't really know what I'm doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self-restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now

He pairs up with the other male dancer, dancing way too close to Kinn's liking, the smaller male had his hands on the curve of Porsche's waist as they moved together.

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

Hands raised as they clap on beat, the dancers retreat towards the center and towards the stage. Kinn doesn't miss the wink Porsche directs towards him as he follows.

Kinn can't keep his eyes off him, way too invested in each movement that he almost forgets he was with Vegas. He wasn't sure how long he would last like this.

He watches as Porsche took his place up front, right next to the female singer as she sang, draping herself over his chest as their hips swayed in unison, her hands gripping on to Porsche's biceps.

¡Mira en Barranquilla se baila así, say it! 

It was going to be a long night.

And if anyone asked, Kinn would say that was the highlight of the night. 

Who knew Porsche could dance? Let alone dance like that?

He would need to contact Porchay about this- the kid was way too enthusiastic at exposing his brothers many hobbies at Kinn's request. Kinn considered it as in-laws bonding.

Then he would need to propose a raise for Chan. He was godsend. Kinn wouldn't ever question his decisions again.

As much as he would love to say that was the end of the night, he'd be lying. 

After all, who could resist an assassination attempt with two Theerapanyakun heirs present and delightfully distracted? It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

So when the first gun shot rang out, Kinn is pissed.

No, not because someone was out to kill him. No. That was to be expected.

But couldn't they wait until the performance was over? He had a feeling he would have a hard time convincing Porsche to give him a private dance. Fucking idiots.

Vegas doesn't seem phased either, calmly drinking his second glass as the guests panicked and fled.

"I was enjoying that."

Kinn hums, raising his own glass, "For once, I agree."

Kinn sees the assassin coming from a mile away. Big and Pete move to intercept, other bodyguards coming to provide support and crowd around the two heirs. But the man doesn't even make it close, suddenly choking as blood spilled from his lips, dropping to the ground in an instant, a knife sticking out the back of his neck. A few feet behind him is Porsche, arm still stretched out from when he released the blade from his hand.

A second man emerges, dressed as one of the servers, diving for Porsche who bounces out of his way, spinning out and nailing the man on the face with his foot. He had always been light on his feet.

The man drops, dazed, and Porsche moved back anticipating the hand that comes from behind him. He grabs on to it, flipping the woman over and on to the ground. Kinn doesn't even know where it comes from, but he's suddenly wielding a knife, grip tight as he slams it into the woman's chest once, then twice.

He grabs one of the discarded guns and runs toward them, diving into a column to avoid a sudden spray of bullets. He peeks out, aims, and fires three consecutive shots. A body falls over.

Kinn suddenly feels his blood rush down south. 

Porsche struts towards him, and Kinn can tell he's grinning from behind the mask, hands grabbing hold of Kinn's tie as he yanks him forward, "Hi, handsome. I heard you were in need of rescuing."

"Hello darling," He plays along, because who was he to deny his sweet Porsche? Pale hands dance along the exposed skin of his thigh, dipping towards the back but Porsche catches his wrist, tutting.

"Patience, Khun Kinn." 

"If you guys are done with foreplay," Pete sighs, peeking at them from the other booth he had shoved Vegas into to avoid the bullets, "We would actually like to get out of here."

Porsche is efficient. Kinn can't deny that it's absolutely attractive.

He splits the remaining men into two, giving them the task of bringing both Kinn and Vegas home alive. They had come in separate cars and had backup waiting outside.

The group breaks off, Porsche hauling Kinn through the exit by the collar of his shirt. Kinn lets him because it was hot and turned him on.

The car is waiting for them when they step out. Per Chan's orders, Porsche climbs into the driver's seat. Apparently it had been ingrained in the guards that in worst case scenarios, it was best to let Porsche take the wheel.

Big opens the door for Kinn, who slips into the back and follows in, closing the door behind him. 

"Speed demon," Chan's voice crackled through on car speakers. Kinn's eyebrows raise at the name.

Porsche sighs, starting the car then strapping himself in. "here sir. I've got Kinn and we're heading out."

"You're going to need to extract Pete and Khun Vegas." 

"What happened to their escape route?" 
"Someone planted explosives. Car's up in flames and they're stuck."

"Well damn, we're on our way." sighing, he yanks down the cloth covering his face, glancing at his passengers behind. "Welcome to the Porsche Express! You might want to strap yourselves in."

Pete

When the extraction car somes, Pete doesn't even hesitate, far too relieved at the prospect of finally getting out and away from the gunfire.

That was his first mistake. 

His second one was not paying attention enough. Pete had all but shoved Vegas into the back with Kinn, before diving into the front seat, missing the mischievous sparkle in Porsche's eyes. "Floor it- Porsche?!" 

"The one and only." The car had started moving before Pete could think of jumping out and away.

"Oh, hell no! Who the fuck let you drive?"
His head whips back and he glares at Big, who's squashed against the door with Kinn and Vegas beside him.

Said man holds his hands up in surrender as he shrugged. "Don't look at me, P'Chan's orders."

Pete pales considerably, turning his attention back on the road, hands scrambling to strap himself in. "God help us all."

Pete was sure of one thing right now-he did not miss Porsche's driving at all. He feels as though his soul had flown out the windows minutes ago, lost to the wind. 

That was when he still inside the the car.
With half of his body hanging out the window as he returned fire, Pete was sure this was going to be his last day. At least, Big seemed to share his sentiments.

Porsche tore through the streets like a mad man, running every single red light he saw. It didn't help that said man was nonchalantly humming a tune to some pop song while Pete was praying for his life.

He settles back into his feet catching sight of a stoic Kinn in the rear view mirror and Vegas' grumpy face. They were trying to to lean into each other whenever Porsche took a sharp turn, as if they were disgusted at the very thought of touching each other. Pete would have found this hilarious if it weren't for the glaring fact that Porsche was behind the wheel.

"You're being pretty tame today." Pete eyes him warily, prompting Porsche to snort. 

"Why? Would you like the Speed Demon special?" 

"No!" Pete is embarrassed to admit that he may have responded way too loudly. 

"If you haven't noticed this car isn't really great for drifting." Porsche sighs mournfully, "and we have plenty of backup. There's no need to go all fast and furious." 

Except, Pete was pretty sure Porsche had just about broken every traffic law possible. 

"You're two times over the speed limit." Pete deadpans, squeaking as Porsche takes another sharp turn, bracing himself against the dashboard. 

"Eh, why put numbers on the meter if you're not gonna use them?" 

"What kind of fucked up logic is that?!" 

On the rear view, he sees Vegas tumble on to Kinn's lap momentarily before jerking back and almost flattening himself against the door. They glared at each other. 

It was going to be a long ride home.

Bonus

Porsche arriving in his getup caused quite a stir in the Theerapanyakun compound. The commotion of them arriving had even gotten Tankhun down to the entrance to meet them.

They were subject to stares- mostly Porsche because what the fuck. It was really starting to get on Kinn's nerves because how dare they.

"You know," Khun whistles as he sees them walk in, "When I said have fun, I wasn't expecting you to bring the entertainment home."

"I didn't exactly have time to change, Khun." Porsche deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest as Tankhun looks over him approvingly.

"I'm not complaining!" The former heir grinned, making a swirling motion with his fingers. He looked like there were stars in his eyes, "Gimme a little twirl! You look magnificent! Pol, take photos, now."

"Yes, Khun Tankhun!" Camera at the ready, there was no room for arguments.

Porsche huffs but does as he's told anyway, Pol flitting about around him taking pictures from multiple angles.

"Exquisite!"

Kinn rolls his eyes at his brother's excited babbling, grumbling as he shakes off his suit jacket, protectively draping it over Porsche's exposed shoulders, hand coming to rest possessively on Porsche's waist. "I think that's enough."

"So stingy~" he hears Khun cackle as he steers the younger man into the empty lift and pressing the button for his floor.

Pete and Big move to follow them, but Kinn holds his hand up to stop them. "You're both dismissed for the night." Both men exchange a look, Pete shrugging, "And if anything needs my attention, it can wait til tomorrow."

Khun snorts, "Please go easy on him. I would like to see that outfit again. I need more pictures."

The doors close slowly, as Kinn gives him a wicked grin.

Yep, they would definitely not see Porsche for at least two days.

Chapter Text

If anyone asked Kinn to pinpoint the exact time everything went to shit, he had one clear answer.

Vegas.

Sure, they had a rivalry and would pull a gun on each other given the chance, but this was just ridiculous. 

Kinn would pout if he wasn't sitting right next to him. Trust his cousin to ruin a perfectly good thing.

He was enjoying his date with Porsche! They were having a perfectly amazing day out, and Kinn had managed to coax Porsche into the backseat of his brand-new Porsche . He bought the thing for shits and giggles, but mostly because he wanted his Porsche driving a Porsche. It was sexy.

He had things planned, damn it!

It had taken them ages to lose Kinn’s bodyguard detail, too.

Not to mention that when Vegas and Pete had stumbled into their car, Kinn had his tongue shoved down Porsche's throat and his hands down his pants. Watching Porsche pull out a gun on them in the middle of rocking into his lap is both thrilling and frustrating.

And incredibly hot.

But mostly frustrating because Kinn was so painfully hard.

He had half a mind to just shoot Vegas in the head. they were just about to get to the good part, too.

At least, Porsche hadn't seemed thrilled either, pouting and grumbling as he nimbly maneuvered back into the driver's seat amidst the rain of bullets that had Pete and Vegas scrambling in.

Of course , they had led an army of angry mob men to their tail. So much for a romantic day out.

How they had found them was a mystery Kinn did not want to know. 

Porsche had peeled out of there as fast as lightning, taking to the highway like a true speed demon. His speed demon. Kinn is giddy at the thought.

"You're so in love it's disgusting." Vegas looks exactly as he sounds nose crinkled as he glared.

Kinn rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "No one asked you to crash our date."

"You think I want to be here?! I have things to see, people to do-"

"Hey, hey, hey." Porsche very much sounds like a parent scolding his child, glaring at them through the rearview mirror, "I get that you both either can't wait to kill each other or measure each other's dicks but like, can you put your fucking seatbelts on? At this rate I might end up being responsible for your deaths."

"Don't tell me what to do." One look at Porsche and Kinn just knows he is not amused by Vegas' words. Also, Porsche is prone to retaliation.

"I would listen, if I were you." He almost forgot about Pete.  Somehow he was looking pale, eyes wide with fear as he gripped at the seatbelt across his body. "He means it."

Poor thing has probably seen the gates of heaven waiting for him one too many times.

Wisely, Kinn grabs his own and straps himself in. He would rather not get on Porsche's bad side if he wanted to continue with earlier activities.

Just as soon as the clasp locked with a click, Porsche suddenly veers to into a highway exit, the sheer abruptness of it throwing Vegas against the door, head bouncing against the window.

Kinn winced at the sound.

"What the fuck?!"

"Which idiot thought it was a good idea to ignore me?" He retorts, with no hint of remorse on his face. Rather, he looked pissed. "See, this is why we have seatbelts, kids."

Stubbornly, Vegas crossed his arms, pride clearly wounded. “I’m not putting it on, and you can’t make me.”

Porsche rolls his eyes. “Then don’t blame me if you get a concussion, asshole.”

"I can't believe you're lecturing about road safety of all people." Pete sounds almost hysterical. Huh. Kinn thought he would have been used to this by now.

"Shush, I'm trying to teach a lesson here."

Pete makes a strangled noise as Porsche steps on the gas, darting through tight spaces between vehicles to lose their tails.

Porsche's efficiency really was such a turn-on for Kinn. He certainly understand why Chan seemed to trust him with missions more often than others.

Weaving through the traffic seems to do wonders- the hoard of cars previously shooting at them had thinned out until only three of them remained closely keeping pace with them.

Kinn wasn't worried. He knew Porsche would handle it as he saw fit. Plus seeing him at work was a kink he didn't know he had. He could watch him all day.

"Hey, Pete, still have some ammo?" he sees a spark in those eyes.

"Yeah, why?"

Pete's high-pitched screech rings in his ear as the car spins just as the windows lower, they're suddenly facing their pursuers who looked surprised.

"Aim for the glass!" The wind roars in his ears as he tells Pete, left arm already extended out, Kinn's gun in hand as he fires in quick succession. His aim is precise, and he watches in satisfaction as the glass cracks, spider webbing across the car. Pete mimics, and they fire until the 

Porsche's movement is quick as he turns the car back around and swerves into another alleyway.

Behind them, the car crashes straight into the bridge post, not having enough time to avoid the thick beams and concrete. Flames burst into life as the metal crunches.

"Holy fuck ." Kinn hears Vegas breathe out, eyes wide. 

"Don't get any ideas.” He eyes him warily, not liking the glint in those eyes. He really didn’t need another person gawking at his Porsche, thank you very much.

“You’re fucking insane!” Pete’s words are whispered but Kinn hears it loud enough.

Porsche just shrugs, closing the windows back up. “Hey, it worked.”

“Fucking insane .”

Bonus

“All of you leave. Now.” The command left no room for protest. With wide eyes, the bodyguards vacate the garage at record speed.

Pete doesn’t need to be told twice and runs away the second he’s dismissed. Arm and Pol are waiting for him with sympathetic eyes.

Porsche is barely out of the car when Kinn corners him, mouth attacking his in a fervent kiss. It’s a mess of teeth and tongue, drawing a moan from Porsche’s lips as Kinn presses him against the cool metal of the car.

“How about we continue where we left off, hmm?”

Kinn loves the way Porsche’s eyes sparkle at the invitation, the back seat of the car opening up. He lets his younger lover push him inside, before invading his personal space by climbing onto his lap.

“Your wish is my command, Khun Kinn .”

Chapter Text

Porsche

Picking up Porchay from school was probably one of Porsche's favorite things to do.

Now that it was out that he was dating Kinn, he technically was no longer part of the bodyguard retinue and had a bit more freedom. He had even managed to worm his way out of his own bodyguard detail. He was perfectly lethal on his own, anyway. 

Which means, he was free to pick Chay up whenever he wanted.

Added bonus was that he had unlimited access to Kinn's vast collection of cars. It was such a shame to have that many vehicles just sitting in the garage, collecting dust. Kinn had been the one to offer anyway, how could Porsche refuse?

He hadn't even told Chay he would be coming, fully intent on surprising his ever hard-working younger brother. Lately, Chay has been complaining that Porsche hadn't been spending as much time with him.

A pouty Porchay was cute, but he can be an absolute menace. Besides, how could he say no to that face?

Hence, here he was, outside Chay's department building on a Wednesday, with Kinn's shiny red BMW M850i xDrive Gran Coupé.

Truth be told, he had just randomly picked up a key and didn't even think about it. Plus, it was the nearest one to the garage entrance. Porsche did like convenience.

Chay should be out in a few minutes, so Porsche spends that few minutes outside to stretch his legs. He'd dug into Kinn's closet earlier and pulled out the least expensive looking thing he could find- and that was perhaps the hardest thing he's had to do.

Damn rich people and their fancy closets!

He gets a few stares from passing students and faculty alike as waited, leaning against the hood of the car, idly scrolling through his phone and exchanging texts with Kinn. Rather- he was being hounded into updating Kinn about his whereabouts and activities, as if there wasn't an active tracker in the car.

Porsche rolls his eyes. Possessive bastard.

He looks up just in time to see Chay emerging from the entrance, and he pockets his phone. His brother hadn't noticed him yet, busy engaged in conversation with a shorter girl, who was talking animatedly and drawing laughs from Chay.

Porsche waits until their close enough before raising his hands and loudly calling for his attention. Chay's head snaps so fast at the sound of his name that Porsche almost laughs. How adorable.

"Hia!" All thoughts about his peers forgotten, Chay ran towards him, giggling as he jumped into his brother's waiting arms. The force knocked Porsche against the hood of the car, and one hand shoots out to steady himself.

"Missed you, too, kid." He fondly patted his back, feeling Chay's arms around him tighten as he clung to Porsche like a baby koala.

"What are you doing here?" The excitement was still apparent in his voice when he let go of Porsche, beaming up at him, "You should have told me you were coming!"

"I wanted to surprise you." Porsche laughed, ruffling his brother's hair and getting a whine in return, "I have the afternoon free, so I wanted to see if you were up to hanging out?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I am!" Porsche had an inkling he would have a hard time prying Chay off him for the rest of the day with how cuddly he was being. Not that he was complaining. He liked it when Chay clung to him like this, it reminded him of baby Chay and his incessant need to constantly be with Porsche.

Some things never change.

"Come on, into the car you go." He shoos the younger away, grinning the whole time as Chay practically skipped towards the passenger side.

They're settling into the car when the commotion occurs- it's a loud altercation, with students screaming and running away at the sight of a gun.

Porsche does try to look the other way, but then he hears Chay's, "Wait a minute, isn't that Macau?"

Great. Another Theerapanyakun.

Also, how did Chay know Macau, of all people?

"He'll be fine, he has bodyguards." Porsche tries to wave it off, looking up only to realize that Macau was pretty much vulnerable with his current bodyguards- or rather, lack thereof.

"Are you sure?"

Not my monkey, not my circus. Not my monkey, not my circus. Not my monkey, not my- God damn it.

Then again, this was a Theerapanyakun. Kinn's cousin. Kinn's family. Fuck. Right.

My monkey, my circus. My monkey, my circus.

"Chay, stay in the car and be ready to leave." Porsche sighs, undoing his seatbelt and opening his door, "I'll be back."

"Hia?"

Damn these Theerapanyakun men and their never-ending need to be rescued.

Macau

What a bunch of useless idiots. Macau thought, rolling his eyes when he sees them drop to the ground.

Some bodyguards they were, he scoffed, dodging just in time to avoid a pipe to the head.

They really needed to hire more competent people, these thugs weren't cut out for shit. Maybe he should talk his brother into hiring people like those pompous, uniformed bastards in the major family- they seemed to actually know their stuff.

Then again, he really wasn't expecting one to literally join the fray.

"Hey, why are you ganging up on a teenager?" The voice had come out of left field that even Macau was blindsided. He had just blinked, and already, one of his assailants was done for the count.

What the fuck.

"Gentlemen." He raised his empty hands, grinning, the glint in his eyes promising a world of pain. "How about you let that boy go and I spare you today?"

Macau almost scoffed. It was easily 6 against 1. No way this guy would survive.

"Fuck, that's Phoenix." He heard someone murmur from behind him, and their stances change- much more cautious, but alert.

"You mean-"

"Shit."

"I see my reputation precedes me."

An uneasy look exchanged.

"Fine, take the kid." the ring leader seems to yield, shoving Macau into the the older man. Huh, why'd they give up so easily?

"Come on, kid." Phoenix(?) all but grabbed him by the arm and herding him to a car. He looked familiar, but Macau couldn't quite remember his name.

"Get in. We need to go, they're not letting this go so easily."

Macau didn't need to be told twice.

Phoenix- Porsche, he corrected himself after Chay gave them a proper introduction, had gotten it right. Apparently, those men had called for backup, and somehow it had evolved into a high speed car chase.

Porsche had looked totally in his element, a picture of calm and collected, even as he dodged in and out of traffic like a madman. Macau had honestly thought he would only see these in movies- but apparently not since Porsche seemed to be a Fast and Furious movie come to life.

He made some questionably choices- like driving straight through a warehouse and all the explanation they get is "shortcut". What the actual fuck.

They've been trying to lose their tail for a good 20 minutes now, and Porsche was giving them a run for their money. He had managed to lose a few- there was only a single car on them now, the rest left in a smoking heap from when Porsche had tricked them into running into a concrete blockage. It had been a close call, but Macau is pretty proud of the fact that he had not screamed.

He tightly held on to his seat as Porsche swerved into a narrow alley, the width just enough for them to slip through but not their pursuers. Macau hears a loud crash and upon looking back, notices the other car has stalled, the hood crumpled from when they had attempted to follow, but had not taken into account the width involved.

Chay has been so calm through all this shit that Macau wonders if he's experienced this far too many times.

With their tail gone, and the roads clear, Porsche lets them cruise at a decent pace, letting Chay fumble with the stereo to select the music.

"So... anyone up for McDonalds and a movie?"

Macau blinks. He had not expected that one.

Bonus

"Do you think we can get them to hand over P'Porsche?"

Vegas almost choked on his coffee. "Excuse me?"

"You know. The main family bodyguard. P'Porsche." Macau looked dead serious that Vegas didn't think he was joking.

"Why, pray tell, would you want a main family body guard in our home?"

"He was cool." Macau sounded defensive, and there was this twinkle in his eyes that Vegas dreaded, "He took me home the other day- even got me McDonalds and took me to a movie. I like him. Can you put him in my detail?"

"Macau... he's on Kinn's detail." That was a lie, he wasn't on anyone's detail. He can't just outright say Porsche was Kinn's lover...right?

"Oh..." The teen deflated visibly, but then looked like something dawned on him. "Oh, that's okay. Chay and I are hanging out with him again soon. He's gonna show us how to drive."

Porsche. Macau. Driving. 

Vegas was screwed.

Chapter Text

KINN

Kinn could practically hear Porsche's nagging voice.

"Kidnapped! Again! That's the third one this month, and it's only the second week!"

Just the thought of it makes him cringe.

Of all days he chose to go rogue, he met trouble. It wasn't his fault- just being in the compound was suffocating. Everything just kept piling up, and for one, Kinn just wanted to get a moment of peace. A couple of hours of just nothing.

The thing was, he really should have told Porsche. Because at least someone would know he was gone- and it would keep his hot-headed lover from getting pissed at him.

But no. He left in a hurry when he saw the chance, and look where it got him.

Never a peaceful moment, he thinks mournfully, glaring at the cold metal around his wrists.

If he was to die today, he's sure Porsche would go through extreme lengths to bring him back and then give him a slow, painful death. He deserved it, either way.

He finds himself being hauled into the back of a truck, disgust clear on his face as the smell hits him. They shove him towards the front, to sit on dusty crates, next to what he assumed was another high-profile hostage.

Jesus, greed really does know no bounds.

His eyes have barely adjusted when he realizes he knows who the hobo in the corner was. He immediately scowled.

"You could at least pretend to be happy to see me." Vegas rolled his eyes, unphased by Kinn's laser eyes.

Of course it was Vegas off all people. That was the kind of shitty luck he'd had all day.

Why couldn't he get kidnapped in peace?

"Why the hell are you here?" Kinn huffs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes back.

"I could as you the same, asshole."

Kinn's scowl only deepened, but he didn't comment further.

It's only been a few minutes later when the truck makes its second stop.

From his perch, Kinn could see a couple of men dragging a flailing body, it's covered head jerking as he tried to break free of the hands holding on to his arms. A man delivers a blow to his stomach, and the figure crumples.

"God damn brat." The man grunts as they haul the body into the truck, grabbing hold of the bag over its head and pulling it off. "Enjoy your little reunion."

Kinn felt like smacking himself in the face.

"What's this, a mafia school bus?" Vegas muttered to himself, shaking his head as a gagged Kim is shoved to the floor.

The youngest spat out the cloth shoved into his mouth, glaring at the towering man above him.

"You're going to regret this." He hissed, earning him a boot to the stomach.

Never a dull moment, Kinn thought dryly as the truck continued on it's way.

The truck swayed, as if avoiding something, then again. One of the men with them cursed, grabbing a walkie from his back.

"What the hell is going on out there?!" he barked into the device, but only got static as a response. He tried two more times, only to get the same response and immediately told the other men to be on high alert.

There's an audible thud at one of the metal sidings, as if something had slammed into it. A couple more follow, until they're all looking up at the roof, following the trail like footsteps. The men inside trail their guns up at the roof, fingers poised at the trigger, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Then the sound stops, and everyone is waiting in tense silence. Eyes dart back and forth, ears straining to hear a sound.

One creak and the guns go off in a chaotic symphony.

Kinn coughs at the smoke it made, ducking his head low to avoid any stray bullets and wrinkling his nose at the smell.

The gunshots stop and the men wait again with bated breaths.

There's another creak, but they're too slow to react. One of the doors swing open, and Kinn looks up just in time to see a newcomer jumping inside from the roof.

The movement is quick and light, quickly incapacitating the one nearest to the door with a kick to the face. The man went down with a surprised noise, as the newcomer shook the room as he landed on his feet, lips curled in a smug smirk.

"Appreciate the invite to this lovely gathering." Kinn never looked so relieved seeing his boyfriend's grinning face, "Lemme show you my thanks."

His words causes a wave of chaos as the kidnappers found their bearings, immediately swarming towards Porsche. Despite the lack of space, Porsche moved as if it didn't hold him back. He immediately pounces on the next man that came his way; there were only four of them left to go through. Porsche doesn't even hesitate, blocking the punch thrown his way; Kinn sees him reach for the knife strapped to his thigh and slice upward. The man howled in pain, and Porsche took the distraction as a chance to grab the gun in his hands. The man crumples to the floor, clutching his face as it bled.

Porsche didn't even have time to breathe when the next one comes at him from behind. As if he saw it coming, Porsche spun to the right, grabbing hold of the man's arm and pulling him in closer, right into his waiting knife. The man gurgled as blood dribbled from his lips, his gun going off right and bullets flying over the three Mafia men's heads.

"Watch it!" Vegas yelped, only to clamp his mouth shut at Porsche's scathing look.

"I will leave your ass here." Porsche hissed, pushing the man away and ducking the knife aimed for his throat.

Kinn bit back a laugh, but froze when Porsche's gaze slid over to him. Uh-oh.

"And you." Kinn gulped at the look of absolute fury in Porsche's eyes. Without even looking, Porsche made a well-placed kick that sent one of men tumbling out of the opened door. "You're in so much trouble, Anakinn Theerapanyakun."

Somewhere, Kinn hears Kim snort, but he doesn't add anything, already aware of Porsche's temper and would rather not be subject to Porsche's pettiness.

"Porsche-" His words are quickly cut off when he sees Porsche's quick movement, and Kinn utters a quiet thanks to whatever god was up there when he sees the sharp knife embed itself in the crate he was sitting on, right between his open legs and just inches from his cotch.

"For the love of god, get yourselves untied and make my life easier!"

Kinn knew better than to make excuses when Porsche was this worked up. He swallowed his pride and grabbed the knife, making quick work of getting himself free, helping Kim and Vegas (reluctantly) to the same. He rubs his sore wrists and by the time they're ready to go, there was only one other man standing.

"Go, there's a car waiting for you guys out there." Porsche grunted, stepping back and dragging the man he had in a chokehold. The trio move forward and Kinn is the first to look outside.

The truck is still speeding through the empty streets, but Kinn could see there was no other vehicle, aside from the one Porsche mentioned.

There is a pick-up truck waiting for them right outside, keeping pace with the truck to ensure that it stayed just right behind. Kinn can't see exactly who was at the wheel, but there was an older man at the truck bed, waiting for them at the edge.

"Come on, jump!" His voice is gruff as he yelled over the wind, reaching out a hand for the men to take, "hurry!"

Kinn glances back at Porsche who narrowly missed getting nailed in the face. He grabbed the assailant's arm and twisted, head snapping towards the cousins. "They're with me, go!"

At the words, he didn't even hesitate. Kinn took one calming breath before making the jump. He makes it on the truck bed, metal creaking under his feet; a firm grip on his arm helped him to steady himself.

"Thanks." he breathed out, as he finds his footing, moving forward to allow the others to jump to safety.

Vegas and Kim follow his lead, all assisted by the man until they were safely settled into the car.

"They're all in," the man yelled again, banging on the top of the truck to get the driver's attention, "Step on it!"

Startled at his words, Kinn, turns to the man, "Wait, Porsche-"

"The kid will be fine." The man's hand feels heavy on his shoulders as he pushed Kinn to sit down. "Just sit tight, we'll meet up with them soon."

"Them?" He's almost knocked over as the truck starts driving forward, speeding away from the truck that was still steadily going.

"What, did you think we'd abandon Porsche?" the man sounded amused, "We don't leave a man behind, he'll be fine."

Kinn finds himself pacing.

The man and the driver, was a woman Kinn noted looked to be roughly around his age, had taken them to what looked like a garage. It was a big building, and there were various of parked cars and bikes. When they had arrived, Kinn noted the sign that hung over the entrance. There was an illustration of a grim reaper over the door, the words House of Hades Racing in big bold letters right beside it.

The name seemed familiar, but Kinn couldn't quite figure out why.

They were led to what looked like an office, in a space above the garage where they had a full view of the building. The man and woman had retreated somewhere below, tinkering on the parked vehicles., leaving when they had provided them with refreshments. The woman had kindly told them that Porsche would be back soon. Kinn didn't think she was the get-away driver type, but considering how her driving could somehow rival Porsche's, Kinn decides that he really shouldn't judge people based on their appearances.

"Hia, look." Kim's voice brings him out of his thoughts, and Kinn pauses his pacing. He looks and finds Kim standing in front of a wall with floor-to-ceiling shelves, all filled with books, photographs and trophies.

He walks over and finds Kim pointing to one of the many photographs, eyes immediately zeroing in on Porsche's grinning face. He held up a trophy in his hand, raising it high above his head, the same trophy that was right beside the photograph on the shelf. Porsche was dressed in what looked to be a racer's outfit, the similar words in the entrance painted on his shirt. His other hand held a muddy helmet, and Kinn could see the outlines of a scythe on it. Porsche's hair is disheveled, eyes bright but exhausted, mud splattered all over his clothes. His eyes slid over to the placard on the shelf which described the photo.

The Undertaker
House of Hades Racing
Extreme Enduro 2018
Champion

Kinn's eyes widen in surprise, and he starts going down the line of trophies, each one with a photograph accompanying it. Porsche is in most photos, holding a trophy or a medal, or posing with his arms around the woman they met earlier. He feels unease coiling in his gut. This was a side even Kinn had not been aware of, and Porsche hadn't thought to bring it up either.

He hears someone whistle, and looks to find Vegas looking at the display with mild interest.

"Porsche was one busy kid." Vegas mused, reading the placards one by one. "I mean, I guess it all makes sense, with his driving...technique and all."

Shrugging the man walked away and made himself comfortable on one of the executive chairs around the conference table. "Hey, isn't Extreme Enduro one of that guys things?" Vegas off-handedly continues, but before Kinn could answer, the door to the room opened, and a disheveled Porsche walked in.

His hair was mussed, and there was a cut on his right cheek, a bruise blooming on his neck. Tiredly, he dropped into one of the chairs and sighed.

"Why do you always get in trouble?" He asks no one in particular, mostly complaining to himself as he raised his feet on the table.

"Boy, have I taught you no manners?" The older man on the truck earlier had followed Porsche in, scowling when he sees Porsche's feet on the table.

Porsche managed a small grin but didn't move his legs. "Sorry, gramps."

The man grumbled, as the woman pushed past him, a first-aid kit and, surprisingly, Porchay in tow. She placed the kit on the table, and swept Porsche's feet off the table, ignoring his indignant squawk. "Rude!"

"Hush, you." She glared, settling into the chair beside Porsche, and opened the kit. "let me take a look at that cut."

Porsche tried to wave her off, but quickly gave up with one glare. 

"P'May, you're scary." He complained, wincing when she dabbed a wet cotton swab over the wound. 

"Idiots don't get to complain," she countered, pressing harder on the wound, making Porsche hiss.

"This is P'May, she's like a sister," Porsche explained nonchalantly, gesturing to the woman who was busy patching him up. "She's small and delicate-looking, but she's an absolute mena- ouch!"

May doesn't say anything, but Kinn sees the smirk forming at the corner of her lips.

"This is grandpa Bee!" Porchay chimes in, once again remind them of the lingering question why is here here?

Chay ignored the looks he got as he wiggled himself under the man's arms, who just sighed and ruffled his hair, drawing a laugh from the teen.

"He doesn't say much but gramps taught hia everything he knows about cars and bikes!" He excitedly added, looking extremely comfortable, and Kinn notes the fond look in his eyes. "We lived with them for a while too. He's family; both him and P'May are. The House of Hades crew are family, too."

From the corner of his eyes, Kinn sees May and Porsche exchange a look, and break out into identical smiles.

"Ooh-kay, kiddo." May pulled away as Porsche moved to stand. "I think we've bothered gramps and P'May enough for today."

"I'm sorry we had to meet up like this." Porsche looked a little apologetic, but that only got him a light slap to the back of the head, courtesy of May. "But we'll definitely visit soon." 

Kinn notes how soft Porsche's eyes looked as they spoke.

"I'll hold you to that." The shorter woman smiled, giving him a tight hug, and kissing Chay on the cheek. The youngest grinned before making a beeline for Kim and grabbing hold of his hand. 

Porsche ushers them all out the door, him and Chay bidding their goodbyes.

When they get downstairs, Kinn noticed that there were a couple of cars outside, with men stationed and waiting. 

"Hey Porsche!" they all turn at the sound, finding May yelling through one of the opened window in the conference room, "You're always welcome here, you know that right?"

Grinning, Porsche gave her a nod and waved, "See you soon, phi!"

Arriving back to the compound filled Kinn with a sense of relief. However, that soon disappears the moment they stepped into the lift to head for his room.

"That was one eventful day, huh?" Kinn tried to initiate, heart pounding at the silence Porsche had been giving him.

Porsche raised a brow.

"What?" Kinn would feel sweat starting to form at the intensity of Porsche's eyes.

"Oh, don't think I've forgotten that you literally ran away. Without telling me." He crossed his arms and Kinn could only sigh, accepting his fate.

He was in so much trouble. 

Later, that evening.

"Do you ever miss racing?"

"What brought this on? Oh, did you look at the trophies?"

"Yeah. I was.. just curious."

"Hmm, I guess. But this life is pretty fun, too."

"Dodging bullets and planning kidnapping rescues?"

"Why not?"

"You know you can always go back, right?"

"I know."

"..."

"Y'know, I do love the thrill of a race... but I enjoy riding something else, too."

"...you're terrible, you know that."