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Chapter 1
He hated him. Hated Him. Gepard couldn’t comprehend the idiocy, the moronic irony, of the man walking him beside him, Sampo Koski. “You know, you look great in those pants, Geppie~” The dark blue haired man cooed, his eyes practically eating Gepard alive. “Shut up,” Gepard grunted, furrowing his brows. “I’m on duty right now, I don’t have time for your shenanigans.”
“I’m hurt! I thought we had something going~!” Sampo replied, voice dripping with amusement and broadway-worthy fake sorrow.
Suddenly the blonde heard a shout from behind him, a fellow Silvermane Guard: “Suspicious person spotted! After them!” With how closely the rest of his group had been following Gepard, he figured they only had a few seconds before they caught up to him and Sampo. “And that’s my cue… Sayonara~” Before Gepard even realized Sampo had vanished, leaving a cloud of smoke in his wake. Gepard coughed as smoke assaulted his eyes.
- The Next Day -
Gepard found his eyes wandering to the poorly drawn poster in front of him. A poster of Sampo, except it looked nothing like the real thing. Now that he was thinking about their encounter the other day… Did Sampo compliment his ass?! He flushed immediately, hands covering his face in embarrassment. He was so focused on ignoring Sampo he hadn’t even realized what the pest was saying. He took a deep breath, allowing his cheeks to return to their normal pale shade. Why am I thinking about that criminal anyway? He’s nothing more than… Than what? What were they? Certainly not friends, but he couldn’t say with certainty they were enemies either. He was tired just thinking about it. Pushing the thought away, he grabbed his sister’s guitar case, hauling it over his shoulder. “She’ll kill me if I don’t return this.” He muttered. He walked towards his sister's, Serval, workshop, that path already familiar. The day was relatively quiet, the only sounds he could hear were the sound of snow crunching under his boots and the light hum of radiators. That is, until an annoyingly familiar face met his gaze. “Why hello, my dear Geppie~” Sampo's mouth twisted into a smirk, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. My dear?! Although alarm bells were ringing in Gepard’s head to rush past Sampo or hit him with Serval’s guitar case, he replied coolly: “Good morning, criminal.”
“My, is that how you see me? Or are you just playing tough guy?” The tone of Sampo's response felt like nails scraping against a chalkboard to Gepard. He had to hold himself back from physically recoiling. “No need to be so serious big guy, relax! We’re pals, buddies, partners in crime!”
“We certainly aren’t, and get it out of your head that we are.” He sighed, his annoyance evident on his face, and yet… Sampo kept pushing. “Relax, relax! You’re my highest paying custom-“ Sampo was quickly silenced with a loud “Shh!”. “Not in public, I still have a reputation to uphold.” Sampo’s surprise quickly faded to a practiced smile. “Very well, I’ll keep our business between us. For a price.” Gepard did not know or want to know what Sampo meant by that, so he brushed past the blue-haired man, ending their conversation with a brisk: “Yeah, whatever.”
-Sampo POV-
No matter how many times Sampo played their interaction in his head before walking up to Geppie, he couldn’t have expected such a good outcome! That pure, almost angelic face warping in annoyance, at Sampo! And those eyes! He could stare into them for days, admiring those amethyst irises like a treasure. And that body! Well not that he had seen much of it, always covered by at least 2-3 layers to keep warm, but he could imagine. Sampo knew it was fate that they had met, the moment etched deep into his mind. Gepard stepped into the fighting ring, blending in with the crowd seamlessly despite being from the overworld. Of course, being the man he was, he observed Gepard thinking something along the lines of: gay gay homosexual gay… Oh my god… It’s safe to say his face was thoroughly flushed. He quickly gathered himself, fumbling with the small messenger bag he carried, as if it contained the cure to cancer, to regain his composure. That aside, he had business to attend to. The beauty standing in front of him, Gepard, actually had requested they meet here, under purely business circumstances, of course. Sampo slinked between the crowd, blending into the shadows with practiced ease. As he wormed his way to Gepard, he wondered how he should get the man’s attention. After all, first impressions are what make you stick in somebody’s mind. And Sampo really wanted Gepard to remember him. A simple “hello” was far too basic. A pick-up line could work, if he had any that were worthy of Gepard. He didn’t have time to decide before he found himself face to face with Gepard. “My, my I was told I was meeting a Silvermane guard, not a model.” Sampo hummed. His venture warranted no reaction from the man. Gepard’s expression remained unmoving, except a slight twitch of his eye. Sampo could feel the warm air from the ring seeping into his skin. The gathered heat from sweat, cheap alcohol, and harsh emotions caused Sampo’s face to tinge red. Or maybe it was that stray strand of Gepard’s hair hanging just over the blonde's eye, framing his face perfectly, that made Sampo dizzy. “Can we just get this over with?” Gepard paused, reaching a strong hand into his bag to pull out a few wads of straight cash. “I brought the money, now hold up your end of the deal.” Gepard sounded exasperated, not meeting Sampo’s eyes. “It’s all there~ let’s talk somewhere more private, yeah?” Sampo cooed, taking Gepard’s hand into his own (although he wished he could grab his waist) and dragging him to the porch just outside the fighting ring.
“So? Who am I looking for exactly?” Sampo questioned, leaning on the rails on the porch, jutting out his hips just a bit to offset his jacket and show off his backless shirt. Gepard seemingly took no notice of this, practically whispering: “A criminal stole an important relic from Madam Cocolia, we don’t exactly know what they look like…” Gepard trailed off and looked hard at the ground, an angry expression on his face. Sampo raised an eyebrow. Surely he’s not sending me on a wild goose chase with no info? Gepard suddenly rushed forward, pinning Sampo against the porch Guard rails. “Listen closely Koski.” Gepard commanded, leaning in to whisper in Sampo’s ear, turning Sampo’s cheeks redder than they already were. “I will only say this once, this is classified information. If this gets out to the public I will chase you to the ends of Belobog. His name is…”
-Later that day-
Sampo physically could not hold in his screams of gay panic. He had just got out of the shower, put on his cleanest pajamas (they were not clean) and smothered himself in his blanket as he smothered his face in a pillow to quiet his scream. His face, ears and fingertips blushed a deep red. Gepard caught him completely off guard, but he wasn’t complaining… god he was so sexy. Sampo let his mind wander. I wonder what he looks underneath those pesky clothes? He was certainly tall. Sampo bit his lip, remembering the stretched chest of Gepard’s shirt. Definitely muscled, hopefully even more than Sampo. Although Sampo took pride in his body and strength, he couldn’t help but think what it would be like to be dominated by Gepard. Sampo’s lip began to bleed from how hard he was biting it, making gasp. He quickly wiped it off before it got on his admittedly already dirty bed.