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“...” Silver Bullet mousily flickered through the book he was reading. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes… hm," he muttered as he heard Bourbon enter the room, then put aside his novel to raise his head. Bourbon bowed, sat down nearby once he got nearer his boss, and smiled wide. While Silver Bullet always found Bourbon to be his favorite dog, as he’d never talked back nor had he ever refused a request from the little one, it always annoyed him how the man enjoyed riling him up.
“Now what could that possibly mean, Silver Bullet?” Bourbon spoke as he leaned his head on the boy’s thighs, wrapping his arms around Silver Bullet’s legs. Alongside a touch only short of disgustingly lustful, Bourbon’s eyes gleamed with love as he stared right at Silver Bullet. The blond massaged Silver Bullet’s lower half slowly—he held his calves, his upper thighs, joyfully circling the motion as he watched the smaller’s face distort from anger. He’d always had a knack for teasing his tiny superior with mere words.
Silver Bullet scoffed at Bourbon’s preposterous attitude, shook Bourbon’s hand off of him, and stepped his foot on the blond’s head; then started his lecture. “You— ugh…! You obviously know what I mean! Don’t act stupid, I saw you earlier!” The boy breathed in, an eye twitched at how Bourbon’s smile grew.
“You were way too touchy with that woman for the mission, Bourbon. Then you went ahead and had the gall to cry why I was so upset earlier. Don’t treat me like I’m just a small plaything you could snap in half then find a replacement anywhere!” The smaller dug his sole into Bourbon's scalp as he sulked. The blond was a bit glad that Silver Bullet was only wearing his usual socks, or else it would’ve hurted a lot more… not that he ever minded the pain he received from his little boss.
With a look more genuine, Bourbon raised a hand to hold Silver Bullet’s face as he responded. “Plaything? Why, I think of you as no such thing… Silver Bullet is the most important person to me, after all. I’m sorry about earlier, I was too focused on getting it done so I could spend more time with you…♡” he said sweetly as he leaned closer.
The boy’s face quickly reddened, wide-mouthed flustered with embarrassment while Bourbon spoke dear of his love. “I could never replace you, Silver Bullet. I’m only for you.” Bourbon stood up, and roughly pulled Silver Bullet into a harsh embrace; his desire and impatience leaked into his touch—to the point that Silver Bullet almost fell out of his all-too-large lounge-chair. Bourbon initiated a soft kiss. He carefully licked the insides of Silver Bullet’s chaste mouth as he squirmed around in the other’s hold.
With his tongue out, Silver bullet pushed Bourbon away with a sour look on his face. “Ew, you taste like Bourbon. Were you drinking?” He scrunched up his soft features in disgust. Silver Bullet wasn’t one that particularly judged those who drink nor had he detested alcohol—he was annoyed that Bourbon drank his namesake, of all things. He almost wanted to throw his book at the man.
“Haha, you can smell it?” Bourbon tilted his head, grinning, “I knew I was meeting you beforehand… so I got excited. Doesn’t the taste remind you of me? I know you drink as well, Silver Bullet.” Bourbon put out one hand to cup Silver Bullet’s face with a knowing smirk. Silver Bullet grit his teeth and pouted, looking the other way with his brows furrowed.
Bourbon was one of the small few that knew Silver Bullet wasn’t truly a child, although the reason he found out was way less as fateful than the both of them would’ve ever thought of. Bourbon had once gone to report his findings, but accidentally walked in on Silver Bullet drinking a bottle of whiskey while filing for the next plan. The smaller then drunkenly confessed his situation on the spot—influenced by his infatuation with Bourbon.
Silver Bullet raised an eyebrow. “Yeah but, contrary to how I look right now, I actually prefer Rye more.” He gestured for Bourbon to sit on his chair, sat on his lap, and tutted as he continued his book.
Bourbon let out a loud sigh and angrily huffed out a complaint, “even in this sense, I lose to Rye, huh…” the blond muttered, bitter. He detested Rye for the man was closer to Silver Bullet than he was, he had a longer history with Silver Bullet than Bourbon and knew more about Silver Bullet than Bourbon; but Bourbon would never admit that.
The room stayed silent for a few minutes. Bourbon knew he had other things he could’ve attended to, he could’ve finished a few paperworks in the time they spent with just Silver Bullet flipping through his book silently—but he chose to accompany Silver Bullet through his reading session, Bourbon basked in the silence and enjoyed the boy’s warm body against his. It was cold outside, It was cold outside, it couldn’t be helped.
Silver bullet closed his book and sighed. “What? Do you still need anything? It’s unlike you to actually stay with me without any ulterior motives,” Silver Bullet said as he turned his head towards Bourbon, he’d noticed that the man felt a bit uneasy behind him. It’s not like Silver Bullet could read minds, but he wasn’t a high-ranking member in the Black Organization for fun and games.
“...is it about Rye? You and I both know I wouldn’t see him the same way I do with you. I really do just like whiskey, promise.” The brunette said in a softer tone than usual, he knew that Bourbon was not only a sore loser; but also a sensitive guy. To the point where he once whined at Silver Bullet because he willingly chose Rye instead of him once for a mission. When it came to how he usually treated Bourbon, Silver Bullet always gave him an attitude akin to a boss that would get reported for Workplace Harassment; but when they were alone together, Silver Bullet would sometimes allow his feelings to get in the way of work.
With a chuckle, Bourbon wrapped his arms around Silver Bullet, put his head atop the boy’s, and replied, “ah, no it’s not about that guy, never in a million years. Really, it’s nothing special… I might just be a tad sleepy, perhaps?” It wasn’t a lie that he felt tired, but he was thinking about work, also about Silver Bullet, and how he was wasting his time by staying there. Although he would never admit that, because to Bourbon—Furuya Rei—any time spent with Silver Bullet was enough to add an extra year to his lifespan.
“If you say so.” Silver Bullet panned his attention back to the book he had in his hands, if Bourbon didn’t want to say it; then what could he do? He knew already for a long time that the man wasn’t entirely on his side, but there was nothing he could do. Silver Bullet loves Bourbon, after all.