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“You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Agent Kim, yes,” director Kim Junmyeon says, he’s standing behind his desk, holding a brown folder. “How is training going?”
Jongin smirks, “the new recruits are coming along well, sir. They’re a little too… playful, but I will work it out of them,” he says, determined. Always determined.
Director Kim smiles, “if anyone can, it’s you,” he pauses, “you’re my best agent and that’s why I need you in the field.”
“Yes, sir,” Jongin says, “what’s my mission?” He glances at the folder in the man’s hand.
“Possibly the most important mission you and this institute have ever had.”
Jongin frowns, “what it is, sir?”
“Park Chanyeol.”
Jongin’s eyes grow wide. He walks over to his boss as the man makes a motion to hand him the folder. He looks inside it and sees papers upon papers of information, location and pictures. Park Chanyeol has been on top of every Wanted List in every country across the globe for the past ten years and nobody has ever been able to capture him or his closest men. His name makes the bravest of the brave tremble. “What about him?” Jongin doesn’t tremble easily.
“I want you to infiltrate his inner circle and eliminate his empire at the head. I want him dead, agent Kim,” the director says with a hard frown.
“Why now?” Jongin asks.
“We learned about a large shipment he’s receiving next Saturday at the docks. We don’t know what’s in it, we only know that it’s important enough for the man to show up personally. He always celebrates his big business deals at a casino downtown and every single time he goes there, he leaves with a whore hanging off his arm offered to him by the casino. We also found out that he has a preference for certain types of men.”
“And?” Jongin asks when the director pauses.
“Our higher-ups have managed to buy the casino’s owner. It wasn’t easy at all, but now, we determine who’s Park’s whore next Saturday night,” he says, his expression hard and unforgiving.
Jongin nods in understanding. “You want me to be a whore.”
“No, agent Kim. I want you to be the whore.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nobody knows what he does to the people he’s gifted. All we know is that he kills them the moment he’s done with them,” he says quietly. “I need you to be good enough so that he doesn’t kill you, good enough to make him want more of you. And then, I want you to slit his throat before he slits yours.”
Jongin keeps his eyes trained on his commander without a reaction. “You mentioned he has certain types when it comes to men. What are they?”
The director grins. “Submissive gorgeous brunettes who are happy to be his playthings.”
“Do they know he’s going to kill them?”
“Would you want to spend one night with someone if you knew you wouldn’t see the next morning’s sun?”
Jongin smirks, “if the sex is good enough, I don’t see why not.”
The director is clearly not amused by the humor.
“This is serious, Jongin,” his boss says.
Jongin shrugs, “guess I’m going blond.”
“I just said he’s into brunettes,” the director scowls.
“You haven’t seen me blond, sir. You wouldn’t want to kill me after fucking me once,” he drawls.
Director Kim lets out a labored breath and walks closer to Jongin. “You know I trust your intuitions, agent Kim. You’re our best agent, my best agent,” he lays a hand on Jongin’s shoulder. “Don’t make me lose you.”
“Yes, sir.”
***
“What’s your name?” Park Chanyeol asks. They’re sitting in the backseat of the man’s car as his driver drives away from the casino. The plan has worked. Jongin smirks, thinking about how good of an idea it was to go blond.
“It’s Kai.”
“How old are you, Kai?”
“How old do you want me to be?”
The man huffs a laugh, “feeding me lines, I see.”
Park Chanyeol is fucking handsome but Jongin is a pro. He has silver hair and a sharp undercut, and he looks dangerous in his long black coat.
Jongin laughs, “I’m 29.”
“Sir,” the man corrects, “I’m 29, sir.”
“Oh, you don’t need to call me sir, Mr. Park,” Jongin licks his lips and glances up at the man from between his eyelashes.
Park’s eyebrows raise. “A whore with a mouth on him.”
“I think you’ll like my mouth, sir,” he drawls seductively.
“I’m sure I will.”
Less than one hour later, his nose touches Park Chanyeol’s pubic hair. The damn bastard is big, so big but Jongin is good. He trained his gag reflex out of himself years ago. His long fingers pull harshly on the blond strands of Jongin’s hair but Jongin has no leverage, he’s pushed against the wall on his knees, fully naked with his hands cuffed behind his back. “You weren’t k-kidding,” he growls above Jongin. “Your mouth is a sinner.”
Jongin moans in response and closes his eyes, reveling in the praise but in the back of his head, he’s thinking about his next move. Park Chanyeol fucks him hard into every available surface of his bunker, spanks him and spits on him and slaps him across the face. None of that is a problem, Jongin has been into that shit for as long as he can remember. He whores his body, reacts to every touch and every sharp nail digging into his skin, he sucks whatever Park Chanyeol puts into his mouth, he cums and he loosens up his insides and tightens and makes it so good the man can’t talk by the end. He can handle all of that, hell, he loves all of that. What he can’t handle is the fucking kiss the man presses into his cheeks when he shoots his loads deep inside Jongin for what feels like the fifth time tonight.
“You know what I do to my whores after I’m done with them?” He whispers into Jongin’s ear, pulling on his earlobe with sharp teeth, making Jongin hiss.
“Hopefully, plug them to keep them wet and loose for the next morning?” He murmurs, his voice deep and husky from screaming.
The man laughs and the sound goes straight into Jongin’s spent cock. Jongin feels cold metal against his temple and he doesn’t need to see it to know it’s a gun. His hands are still cuffed and he’s trapped in the man’s embrace. Every possible option he has, passes through his mind and none of them is doable, except one.
“No, doll. I kill them.” Jongin shivers from the cold voice and the nickname.
“If you wanted me dead, I’d be dead already, sir,” he says calmly and manages to turn around and face the man. Park pushes the gun harder against his cheek. “But here I am,” he whispers, “naked and sweaty and used like a cum rag, I can feel it tricking down my hole,” he whispers, eyes boring into the other man’s dark eyes. He slowly turns his face so his lips are pressed to the cold silver metal as he lays a gentle kiss on it. The man’s gaze is calculating and so damn wanton, Jongin feels his cock stir again just from the look the other has on his face. “Alive and waiting for more,” he makes a show of opening his mouth and taking the barrel in as he raises his head slowly and begins sucking on it.
He hears a tiny click and knows the safety of the gun is off. He keeps his eyes on Park, sucking on the barrel with his smirk visible. “Who knows what I plan to do with your dead little body, doll,” he says sinisterly.
Jongin pulls back only enough so he can tongue the opening of the barrel. “I think you loved my reactions too much, sir, I don’t mind dying after getting fucked this good, to be honest, I doubt anybody can fuck my holes better, but it goes both ways, doesn’t it?” He smirks knowingly.
“You think you’re the best hole I’ve ever fucked, doll?” He chuckles.
Jongin smiles devilishly. “Look me in the eye and tell me I wasn’t.”
Park Chanyeol narrows his eyes, pulls the gun away and attacks Jongin’s mouth.
***
It’s been five months. Five months of his mission, t he mission which was supposed to take less than 48 hours. Jongin has had at least a hundred opportunities to kill Chanyeol. He was the closest person to Chanyeol after all, he’s slept in his bed, he’s had the man naked at all times with many different weapons at arms reach, he’s had the man sleep naked with his head in Jongin’s lap, but the mission still…
Until this very moment. This very moment that they’re both fully clothed and Jongin lies on the floor of Chanyeol’s bunker, feeling betrayed, feeling violated by his own institute and his own director, the man he’s trusted his whole career. He had one second of carelessness after he found out what Kim Junmyeon is up to, one second of shock and awe on the burner phone and now Chanyeol knows everything. He has one knee over Jongin’s ribcage, gun to Jongin’s throat.
“You fucking whore,” he hisses. “You betrayed me. I was beginning to feel something for you and you betrayed me. For how much?”
“It was my job, Chanyeol. I was never a whore,” he says calmly. Jongin always expects his death, with his line of work, he needs to, he always needs to be ready for the light to leave his eyes. But right now, right this fucking second, he’s afraid because if he dies, if he fucking dies it means he’ll never see Park Chanyeol again.
“Job, what job? Who the fuck are you, Kai?” There’s pain in his voice and Jongin thinks back to two months ago when Chanyeol fucked him slowly and quietly without any toys. You’re my peace, he said.
“I’m a spy, I was supposed to destroy you that first night. My institute… my director, he betrayed me,” he says mostly to himself.
“All this just to put me behind bars? You know I own every prison in this country,” he spits.
“The mission wasn’t handing you over, Chanyeol. The mission was you,” Jongin says desperately.
“Was?”
“Kim Junmyeon, he wants your empire to himself. I trusted him, I fucking, I-” he breaks down. He can’t remember the last time he broke down, maybe when he was ten years old and Junmyeon killed his pet cat right in front of him to teach him a lesson.
“Chanyeol,” he wheezes when the gun is pressed to his windpipe, “run away with me,” he blurts out.
“What?” He laughs maniacally.
“My name is Jongin and I’ve been trained to be a spy since I was a child, I lied about my life, my name, my job, but I didn’t lie… I didn’t pretend when I kissed you, I-”
“How fucking stupid do you think I am?”
“I love you,” he says. He sees the tears in Chanyeol’s eyes before he feels them on his face. “Run away with me,” he begs, “I know how to be out of everyone’s radar. Keep me tied up if you must, what have you got to lose when the alternative is dying? They’re coming for you.”
“My alternative is to paint my wall with your brains and leave right now, you lying piece of shit,” he growls, his voice shaking and Jongin wants to kiss him. Chanyeol has cried into Jongin’s shoulders a few times and Jongin has kissed him and held him.
“Let me protect you. I know everything about them. Let me… let me help you, Yeollie,” he says and Chanyeol’s face twists at the endearing nickname Jongin has been calling him recently.
“What, just so you can live and betray me again?”
“I don’t care if you kill me. I didn’t care the first night you had your gun on my head and I don’t care now. I… fuck, Yeol, I know you love me too. Kill me if you must but you’ll regret it.”
There’s a beat of silence and they hear the sounds of gunshots and yelling from downstairs. “Make a fucking decision now. I don’t want you getting caught, Yeol. Kim Junmyeon won’t kill you with mercy,” he begs.
Chanyeol curses under his breath as he pulls Jongin up by the collar. “One funny move and I’ll blow your brains out, whore,” he spits.
***
They enter the barbershop. The small woman is sitting there, waiting. “You’re late,” she says.
“Getting one million in cash wasn’t easy,” Jongin retorts. Chanyeol looks around with a frown, his hair is so much shorter and black now. He’s in a hoodie and jeans something he wouldn’t be caught dead in his old life. Jongin’s not blond anymore, his hair is a soft brown and way longer than it’s ever been. Jongin drops the duffle bag on the floor in front of the small woman. She opens the duffel and looks inside and hums, satisfied. She stands up and goes back behind her desk and opens a drawer. Two large thick envelopes are in front of them now. Latin letters with black ink on them written:
Mr. Oliver Logan
Mr. Billy Hudson
***
“So do I call you Billy from now on?” Chanyeol smirks as they lean back against their first-class seats.
“You can keep calling me whore for all I care, sir,” Jongin says playfully.
Chanyeol laces their fingers together and kisses Jongin’s knuckles. “How about I call you mine?”
Jongin knows his smile is stupid and blinding but he has to kiss Chanyeol for that.
“Yours.”