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They were from different worlds, although the specifics of their work in some sense overlapped.
They met under mysterious circumstances, when Heeseung was guarding his client's wife, and she was muttering in a chilling voice to the point of trembling in her knees that she had seen either a ghost or a devil. Nishimura was known in narrow circles as a hunter of evil spirits, so he and Heeseung crossed paths.
"So you're a bodyguard?" giggling and then slightly raising his left eyebrow, Riki grinned contentedly, pouring himself a glass of brandy.
The said madam was sitting quietly in her mansion while Heeseung warmed his throat with tart whiskey.
“And you are souls?”
They smiled at each other; it was a good friendly joke, but each of them was right in some sense.
Heeseung made sure that not a single bullet flew by, and Nishimura made sure that the roof did not go when understanding objects that could be in front of his face.
Young men were sitting near the bar, muted music smoothly enveloped the bodies, and at some point Riki stretched out his palm to Lee, clearly smiling a drunken smile. His eyes reflected the light of the chic chandeliers of this place, brandy led the body, and Heeseung was not against it.
He hasn't relaxed for a long time, to be honest.
“Will you lead the dance without giving me the opportunity to prove myself?” feeling a strong grip on his own waist, Heeseung gently placed his palms on someone else's shoulders.
They were insubordinate in their work, in casual meetings, but today something clearly went wrong, because the Japanese almost felt someone else's breath on his lips. It tickled the skin so pleasantly that Junior winced and grinned, not losing the opportunity to open his mouth and say everything he thought. “I can now imagine that you are so close because you want to kiss me.”
Riki was ten centimeters taller than Heeseung, beautifully built, and his lips were so plump that even madame stuck to them at the first meeting and asked if the guy had gone to a cosmetologist. Because she wanted a similar volume.
“And if you turn out to be right, then what?”
Heeseung stared intently, even burning with his gaze, smoothly squinting with fox eyes. He looked like a fox himself: fast, cunning and so charming at first glance that wanted to squeeze. But Heeseung is a real predator.
“It's clearly not here, vixen”, Nishimura almost exhaled this appeal, weightlessly touching someone else's lips, but immediately recoiled from them so that there would be no unnecessary conversations. “Now we are both at work, and it is disastrous for both you and me to stumble.”
Lee nodded, clearly agreeing with the Japanese. The degree of alcohol in his body required adventures, and even Niki looked more sober in relation to the elder. By the way, it was Heeseung who came up with the idea of calling Nishimura Niki, adding the first syllable of his first and last name. It was very cute, as well as the way Heeseung looked at the younger one with adoration.
They called themselves friends, joked that it was all before the first sexual tension, and now that they were face to face with their desires, they hesitated. Because they were on the verge, because they were not alone.
"I'll go first to my room on the third floor. I will say that I felt sick," the elder whispered, touching someone else's earlobe with hot lips. “Come back later, under the pretext of checking on me.”
They danced slowly, not wanting to let time and unhappy centimeters pass through them. Nishimura smiled, leaning in slightly to whisper too. “Well, vixen, I have taken your special task into account.”
The red-haired man really began to leave this evening, like Cinderella running away from the ball in a desire not to show her real self. And Riki waited, going up to Madame and warning her not to worry, because Niki is the best in his business. And he will cope with Heeseung's condition in no time.
Coped. Of course, coped, catching other people's moans and bright kisses with my lips, forcing my brains to completely turn off.
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