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May. 19th, 2009 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKite stroked his fingers through Mizuki's hair, uncurling Mizuki's carefully done curls. Mizuki always complained about bed head when he stayed the night with Kite, and Mizuki had been staying more and more nights in Kite's bed, instead of going back to his apartment. Kite understood. If Kite had been in Mizuki's position… well, he would never be in Mizuki's position. Kite would have killed the man himself, not left it up to a bumbling brat like Yuuta.
Kite also knew better than to bait a bear like Fuji Syuusuke.
"Stop that." Mizuki batted at Kite's hand, rolling over onto his back to look up at Kite. "You know I hate it." Mizuki's voice was roughened by sleep, and his lips were still puffy from all the biting Kite had done to them hours before.
"You'll just have to fix your hair anyway." Kite murmured, nuzzling under Mizuki's chin. There were hickeys planted all over Mizuki's neck, over his jawline, behind his ear, over his chest, on the insides of his wrists…
"I have to go to the church." Mizuki squirmed away, slipping out of Kite's grip and sliding across the satiny sheets and landing with his feet in Kite's expensive imported carpet. "They need me there."
"I need you." Kite growled, but he let Mizuki walk naked to the luxurious marble lined bathroom.
Being a hitman paid well, when you worked with the right people. Kite worked for the right people. Saotome might be a violent asshole who was more likely to shoot people than let them pay off their debts, but he paid well, and he gave Kite plenty of work. Kite picked up odd jobs from other gangs, but primarily worked for Saotome.
Though if the money ran out, or Saotome threatened Kite, Kite had plenty of other offers.
Kite slipped out of bed and grabbed a robe. Time to see what was on the roster for today.
Kite also knew better than to bait a bear like Fuji Syuusuke.
"Stop that." Mizuki batted at Kite's hand, rolling over onto his back to look up at Kite. "You know I hate it." Mizuki's voice was roughened by sleep, and his lips were still puffy from all the biting Kite had done to them hours before.
"You'll just have to fix your hair anyway." Kite murmured, nuzzling under Mizuki's chin. There were hickeys planted all over Mizuki's neck, over his jawline, behind his ear, over his chest, on the insides of his wrists…
"I have to go to the church." Mizuki squirmed away, slipping out of Kite's grip and sliding across the satiny sheets and landing with his feet in Kite's expensive imported carpet. "They need me there."
"I need you." Kite growled, but he let Mizuki walk naked to the luxurious marble lined bathroom.
Being a hitman paid well, when you worked with the right people. Kite worked for the right people. Saotome might be a violent asshole who was more likely to shoot people than let them pay off their debts, but he paid well, and he gave Kite plenty of work. Kite picked up odd jobs from other gangs, but primarily worked for Saotome.
Though if the money ran out, or Saotome threatened Kite, Kite had plenty of other offers.
Kite slipped out of bed and grabbed a robe. Time to see what was on the roster for today.
