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The Beginnings of the Assassin & the Undercover Agent

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A very tall, svelte handsome man just walked in and he immediately caught Bison's eye. Not only Bison but the rest of the staff and the other customers as well. Even Fadel who is usually uncaring spared the tall man a glance or two. 

He was dressed in ripped jeans and dirty, old converse. His sleeve-tattooed arms showed because of the muscle-sleeveless shirt he was wearing. He had his slightly long hair in a half-man bun which showed off his chiseled face and prominent nose. His pink, pouty lips were to die for that the crowd instantly quieted as he languidly strolled towards a corner window seat.

The thing is, Kant with his very attractive looks, didn’t seem to notice the attention he drew as he calmly sat down by the corner and picked up the menu. His phone rang, a call from Style who was out test driving a car he was repairing and a brilliant smile was upon his handsome face, making him shine brighter when he answered the call from his best friend of 10 years.

He strolled towards the handsome stranger who was now staring out the window. He had to clear his throat to get his attention.

The effect the stranger has on him is surprising but also exhilarating and this comes from Bison who kills people for a living.

*****

Kant felt the hush in the room when he opened the door and as he slowly made his way inside. Usually having an aversion to this much attention, Kant gritted his teeth knowing that he had to gain the attention of the targets. The heated gaze from the lovely server though made Kant's heart thud erratically. He half wishes the target is the same man, that way he doesn't have to fake his attraction at all.

Kant realized immediately that the attraction was mutual. This means his mission will be easier but then it also means major trouble for him. Kant cannot mess up this one. Not only his second chance at his dream and future are at stake here, but Style's as well. He has to keep his head in the game. He was not gonna fall for a deadly assassin, no matter how innocent and pretty he looked.

Although Kant saw Bison immediately reaching for it, it was his brother Fadel who snagged the knife, immediately checking Bison's hand for injury before putting back the knife on the table, gruffly saying, "Please be careful, especially with sharp objects, you could get hurt."

To the world, it looked like a handsome angelic boy apologizing sincerely but to someone like Fadel who was too jaded and too experienced, it was a smile of challenge. He felt that this tall stranger had just told him, "What are you gonna do if I don't want to leave your baby brother alone?" At this Fadel's eyes hardened. Like Kant, he doesn't take kindly to being told off or challenged.

A large part of him wanted to throw punches but he knows his mission requires him to keep his cool and make sure his cover doesn't get blown. If he has to endure Fadel's insufferable attitude, he'll do so for now, no matter how much this tall, dusky man is getting on his nerves.

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Bison had been staring at the card in front of him, itching to give the gorgeous, tall man a call but also afraid of what this meant for him and his life.

He knows Fadel is not wrong when he says that no one will ever understand why they are doing this and the moment somebody finds out their identity, they are either dead or facing life imprisonment.

Despite knowing the consequences, Bison's mind keeps returning to Kant's bright, dimpled smile and his eyes stare back at him as he sees him to the depth of his soul. For some reason, he felt that Kant knew who he was and didn't hate him for his actions. It's a crazy, idiotic thought he knows but still.

He was glad his brother wasn't around to hover over him today. Fearing the nagging that would surely come if he realized that Bison was planning to see the gorgeous man who turned out to be a tattoo artist, based on the business card he had left him. They both get one day off on weekdays and Wednesdays are his. The beautiful tatted-up man does look like an artist. But honestly, despite the bad-boy appearance, he still looked innocent and unmarred by the horror of the world that Bison had seen. Would it be fair of him to start anything with him knowing he'd always be lying to Kant? More importantly, would he be able to lie to him?

Finally, letting go of the flimsy resistance he felt that was holding him back from the desire to see the man again; It's been four days since they met, and he picked up his phone and opted to send a text message.

[Hi, it's Bison from the ManEater Cafe. I got your business card. Do you want to explore the neighborhood today? 😁]

Bison immediately placed his phone down, too agitated worrying if Kant would answer or even remember him.

[Finally, I've been holding my breath waiting for you to send me a message, pretty. 💋 Sure. But I have an appointment until three in the afternoon. Four sounds okay with you? 🙏]

Grinning like a madman by himself looking at Kant's choice of emoji. Thinking how the taller man made it look like he was desperate for the shorter man's company.

[You don't have to grovel so much. I sent the message first, remember? I'll come by your shop at four. It's my day off and I wanted to get out of the house. 🥱 it that cool?]

[I'm eagerly awaiting you, princess. Come by early if you're bored. You can watch me working or stare at my face like you did a few days ago. 😉]

Bison muffled the squeal that he couldn't stop. "Oh my fucking God! Not only is the man an insufferable flirt, but he just called me out on my staring the day we met. He knew my attention was on him!" Calming himself enough to type in a quick reply:

[I'd love to if you don't mind. I'll come by and bring you lunch.]

[👌 Oh darling that would be awesome. I'm STARVING. See you. 😚]

With that reply, Bison immediately bolted off the couch he had been sitting on and sent a quick message to Nolan telling him to secretly ask Amire to prepare take-outs for him. He waltzed his way into the shared bathroom excited at the prospect of seeing Kant's handsome face again. Consequences and all be damned.

*****

Kant had been wondering if he had been mistaken for thinking that the attraction was mutual. It had been four days since he met Bison but the shorter man had not reached out to him at all.

Should he visit the cafe again? He asked himself as he prepared to go about his day.

This newly opened space that he and Style had opened together had been the perfect alibi for them. Officer Burnel made sure they were set up in the same neighborhood as the brothers. Half of the space was converted to a garage for Style and the other his new Tattoo parlor. At the back are two rooms, one each for both of them.

The best friends shared breakfast and conversed about how they plan to proceed moving forward. Style complained that Fadel seemed unresponsive although he does find him very attractive. The besties are both bisexuals, who briefly gave dating each other a go before they both threw the lid on that brief lapse of judgment. Both realizing what they felt for each other was more brotherly than romantic, they came out better friends than ever.

Kant wondered sometimes if Style just agreed to end it because he opened up about not feeling it first or if he did feel the same way because he could feel Style sometimes stares at him too long when he thinks he isn't watching and even sometimes attempts a kiss when they have one too many drinks between them.

Kant though had been sure from the moment they kissed that he wasn't into Style in that way, he just gave it a fair chance out of respect for the years of friendship they had.

He was half listening to Style recounting the day he visited the ManEater Cafe and tried to make an impression on Fadel who wasn't into Style as Style seems to be. He had not stopped talking about the guy.

Kant's phone dinged letting him know he received a text and when he opened it, a bright smile appeared on his lips. Fucking finally!

Style stared after Kant who had not appeared this giddy for the longest time that it surprised him so much. The almost blinding smile on his face somehow hurts Style. How could this almost stranger please Kant so much with a simple text message? Making matters worse, he is the enemy. Is Kant forgetting that too easily?

When the said pretty boy arrived, Style couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that sparked. He really is pretty. While his brother is smoking hot, Bison is unnecessarily pretty. He couldn't blame Kant for falling for the man's pretty face.

Style felt worst for having these negative thoughts because the boy acts like a fucking saint with that sweet smile and the melodic voice as he said let's eat together.

Is Kant going to make the trouble this time instead of him?

Style was aware that what happened to them was majorly his fault. It was he who was crazy about cars and Kant who loved him as his best friend agreed to what he and the rest of their car enthusiast friends wanted to do. Kant never really cared that much about it but went along because he didn't want him to be alone on the mission. The months in jail had left him racked with regret and guilt. Feeling sorry for himself and even sorrier for his best friend. So whatever mess Kant was going to make this time, Style vowed to stand by him

*****

Kant smiled secretly seeing the pretty face Bison was making as he peered at the artwork that he was finishing up on his last client for the day. Bison was looking with admiration but had kept enough space between them not to crowd him and the client.

The delicious smell of the food he bought wafted making Kant hungrier. As the client stood up to admire the new dragon tattoo on his back, Kant cleaned up and Bison was gushing about his talent, making Kant blush.

Style walked in when the client left and Bison was opening up the boxes. Style was subdued but he had responded appropriately to Bison's chat. When they were done, they left Style to finish up his work for the day and they chatted as they decided to walk around the area. Kant was surprised at how easy it was for them to get along. They never seem to run out of things to talk about and if silence does fall between them, it is the comfortable kind.

Kant couldn't picture the little chatty pretty boy to be the assassin Officer Burnel said he was. Could the Officer's source be mistaken? Well, he is not as little as Kant made him sound. He must be at least 175cm tall, with a medium build but compared to his 185cm, Bison does seem small. Plus the sweet smile and innocent face make him look fragile and this fragility brings out the protective instinct in Kant.

The innocent touch of their shoulders or hands as they walked around and the way Kant would gently grasp Bison's tiny waist to move him out of someone's way had sent shivers of excitement through both of the boys as they measured each other whilst pretending to be the tour guide and the newcomer.

Truth be told, even in this short amount of time, Kant had already memorized the ins and outs of this area. Perhaps it's a detective's instinct or is it the ex-convict in him who had to be able to smell trouble from a mile away while in prison or else he had probably ended up with some sharp object lodged in his throat while he was in there. In jail, your defenses are never completely down, not even when you are supposed to be asleep.

On the other hand, Bison was more interested in the man beside him rather than the very familiar surroundings.

Finally declaring themselves too tired to walk some more, they slid into a sidewalk stall and ordered some Moo Kata or Thai Barbecue. The easy camaraderie between them let them relax in each other's presence enough to ask questions freely.

"So Kant, where were you from before you moved here?" Bison curiously asked as they both turned the meat on the grill and added vegetables and meat to the soup.

"From Jail," Kant said frankly making Bison spit the water he was drinking.

"Excuse me?" A shocked Bison queried. Surprised by the revelation. Despite how he looked, Kant just didn't strike Bison to be the criminal type and he should know.

"Yeah, I just got out of the slammer a few months back. I might as well tell you because I don't want you to find out from someone else. Does that make you not want to be friends with me anymore?" Kant innocently looked into Bison's moon-shaped eyes with his doe-shaped ones.

Shaking his head, Bison finally asked, "What were you in for?"

"If I say serial murder, will you be running away from here?" Kant smiled teasingly, challenging Bison with his open stare.

"You'd think that but no, because I'd want to know first why you were killing them," Bison deadpanned, making Kant choke on the food he had in his mouth.

"So? Or are we sticking with a serial killer?" Bison smiled as he took a swig off the Heineken they just ordered.

"Car Parts theft," Kant tried to say without flinching but the tone of his voice gave away the sting that the memories of the incident still bring up.

“Were you into that?” Bison asked like he was talking about the weather, still in that saccharine voice of his.

“Even if you don't believe me, that was the first and last time but it changed my life forever,” Kant tried to shrug off the pain that such revelation wakes.

Reaching out for his hand, moving closer, Bison whispered, “I’m sorry that happened to you and I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

Kant cursed inwardly; thinking ‘For fucks sake, why is a fucking real-life serial killer looking like a fucking angel when his almost teary, sympathetic gaze meets my pain-darkened one. He looked like he felt my pain. That is impossible, right? Is Bison that fucking good of an actor or am I only seeing things in rose-colored glasses because I have the hots for his fucking pretty face?’

But before Kant could make himself remain rational about the whole thing, Bison’s lips were upon him, seeking entrance, sharing comfort, and communicating that nothing had changed despite what he had just revealed. Kant who was already losing control found himself free-falling into the sweetest-tasting lips and the guileless empathy he is seeing in the eyes of the sweet little killing machine in his arms.

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The kiss was a whirlwind of emotions, and for a moment, time stood still. Bison’s heart raced as he felt Kant’s hands gently cup his face, deepening the kiss. The world outside their intimate bubble faded into the background, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Bison’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Kant’s intense gaze. He could see the conflict in those beautiful doe eyes, the same conflict that mirrored his feelings.

“Wow,” Bison whispered, his voice barely audible over the ambient noise of the bustling street market. “I didn’t expect that.”

Kant chuckled softly, a hint of nervousness in his laughter. “Me neither. But I don’t regret it.” He brushed a thumb over Bison’s cheek, the touch sending shivers down Bison’s spine. “You’re… special, Bison. I can’t explain it, but there’s something about you that I can’t ignore.”

Bison smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “You’re pretty special yourself, Kant. But… this is complicated.”

Kant’s expression turned serious, his eyes searching Bison’s. “I know. And I know we both have secrets. But I want to get to know you, the real you. Can we try?”

Bison hesitated, the weight of his double life pressing down on him. But the earnestness in Kant’s eyes gave him hope. “Okay,” he agreed, his voice steady. “We can try."

Kant nodded, understanding the unspoken implications.

The rest of their meal was spent in a comfortable silence, punctuated by occasional glances and smiles. They finished their food and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip for the stall owner. As they stepped out into the cooling evening air, Bison felt a sense of peace he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Walk you home?” Kant offered, his hand brushing against Bison’s.

Bison smiled, nodding. “I’d like that.”

They walked side by side, their fingers occasionally intertwining. The streets were quieter now, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to the calm of the evening. They talked about inconsequential things, avoiding the heavy topics that loomed over them. It was a night of firsts, a night where they allowed themselves to be just two young men, enjoying each other’s company.

When they reached Bison’s apartment building, they lingered at the entrance, neither wanting the night to end. Kant leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Bison’s forehead. “Goodnight, Bison.”

“Goodnight, Kant.” Bison watched as Kant walked away, his heart feeling lighter yet more confused than ever. He entered the building, making his way up to his apartment.

As he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it, replaying the events of the day in his mind. He knew this was dangerous, knew that getting involved with someone like Kant could jeopardize everything. But he also knew that for the first time in a long time, he felt something real, something worth fighting for.

Meanwhile, Kant walked back to his shop, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He had to find a way to balance his mission and his growing feelings for Bison. The stakes were high, but he couldn’t deny the connection he felt.

Reaching the shop, he found Style waiting for him, a knowing look in his eyes. “So, how did it go?”

Kant smiled, leaning against the counter. “It went… surprisingly well. But we need to be careful, Style. This is getting more complicated than I anticipated.”

Style nodded, his expression serious. “We’ll figure it out, Kant. We always do. Just… don’t lose sight of what’s important.”

Kant sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know. But maybe, just maybe, Bison is part of what’s important.”

Style looked at him, a mix of concern and dread in his eyes. “Just be careful, Kant. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Kant nodded, the weight of his dual responsibilities settling on his shoulders. “I will, Style. I promise.”

As the night deepened, both men lay awake in their respective beds, thoughts of each other keeping them company. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and secrets, but for now, they had this moment, this connection, and they were determined to see where it led.

******

A few days after...

"Bohoooo!"

A startled Fadel immediately snaked his arms around Style's neck, almost cutting off his oxygen supply with the chokehold.

Tapping it, signaling to let go, Style calmly moved back a few inches to look at the 186 cm tall black beauty with amused eyes. "You shouldn't be choking a guy with a wrench in his hands, especially when you're trespassing," Style said, still playfully smiling at the gorgeous big brother stalking his little brother.

Fadel was visibly relieved to find that it wasn't an enemy but the pesky boy who looked like he belonged on the runway rather than in a car auto shop. He still felt suspicious of what the two handsome men were suddenly doing in their small town, especially when they looked like they both came from a moneyed background. But he had no interest in letting this guy know he was curious because he knew he would definitely pounce on that interest and bug him more than he already did at the moment.

"So this is where he had been running off to every night?" He couldn't help asking as he stared inside the glass-enclosed tattoo shop where he could see Bison smiling happily, flirting with Kant.

"If you mean your brother, then yes. He had been over here for a bit since they started hanging out a week ago. I guess he is smitten," Style shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant about the situation. Leaning on the opposite side of the wall where Fadel was standing.

Something in the tone of his voice caught Fadel's attention and those deep-set eyes stared at Style as if something suddenly clicked.

"You've been flirting with me all this time but I see that you are in love with somebody else," Fadel finally looked relaxed in Style's presence and his smile was bright for the first time that it caught the equally tall man by surprise. Thinking that Fadel was gorgeous as fuck as he is but when he smiles he made him weak-kneed.

"I don't know what you mean, bro... you're delusional," Style retorted, but the tall man remained unconvinced.

"I'm rarely wrong about these things. We can help each other then. I want my brother to stop chasing after that asshole and you want that asshole who I would gladly hand over to you," Fadel told Style.

"First off, you think my best friend is stupid? He knows you're here. If I found you, be certain he already does. Second off, again, I don't fucking know what you're talking about. Third, I'm willing to help but you would have to offer me something interesting," Style conversationally told Fadel as he walked back deeper into his shop and picked up his hand towel.

He was washing off the grease in his hand when Fadel moved closer and Style couldn't help but smile to himself. He had been such a pain in the ass to flirt with. Unlike most of his conquests, Fadel's resistance was taller than the Great Wall of China he was almost going to throw the towel and tell Officer Burnel he couldn't do it.

But look at that, it turns out Fadel does have a weakness and that is his pretty baby brother who is currently clinging to Kant like a little koala. The sight still causes him a sudden searing pain in the chest that he had tried to ignore, convincing himself that they were only doing a job and when this is done, Kant and he will get back to their old life and then maybe by then he can tell his best friend how he still felt for him. The feelings that never really went away despite the lie he told him the day Kant opened up about him not feeling it and that they should just go back to being best friends.

"What do you want in return?" Fadel's sigh of resignation doesn't feel as victorious as he thought he would feel. Maybe because he understood where the other man was coming from. The need to stop whatever is happening between the two is almost overwhelming. He knew Kant and he knows he felt something for Bison that he doesn't even understand himself.

"I told you, I want to date you," Style made sure his voice sounded confident and flirty despite his inner turmoil.

"Why? When you're in love with him?" Fadel pointed and Style does not even need to look to know who he meant.

It occurred to him that telling Fadel a little truth about himself might bring the other closer to trusting him, so he decided to give him what he wanted to hear.

"Alright, the truth is, I got pissed when Kant came home one day and sang praise about Bison. I came to your cafe to see what the hell got Kant in all that hissy fit. He wasn't wrong about the pretty part and I found out that you are brothers. So I wanted to... I guess gets a little revenge by dating his brother. I don't even know what I'm thinking when you're a very difficult person to deal with. But I thought maybe Kant would change his mind and realize he liked me too, so okay I admit I do like Kant more than a best friend but he doesn't know that and if you think I'll betray him for that you are insane," Style talked so fast it must have made Fadel's mind whirl but the tall man instead smiled, a look of complete understanding on his expression it felt like Style's heart was out in the open-vulnerable and pitiful.

Uncharacteristically, Style's overflowing confidence deserted him as he nervously shuffled on his feet.

"Okay," Fadel's voice was gentle as he put his hand in his jeans pockets. He was glad he stopped himself in time before he reached out to hug the flamboyant man. He knows how much it hurts to feel that you are not being seen and all the love you wanted to give is ignored and disregarded. He experiences that every day and now Bison seems to have fallen in love and Fadel would do anything to stop him.

The bewildered look on the mechanic's large watery eyes is enough to make Fadel nervously laugh. Did he give away too much with his expression now? He looked away but if Style noticed anything he opted to ignore it and instead smiled broadly.

"Really?" he looked relieved and ecstatic. This made Fadel momentarily question his agreement. The fact that he also felt an attraction to this man was dangerous. In this life, he and Bison are meant to be together forever because only they would understand the life they are leading.

"How about a hug to seal the deal then?" Style automatically enveloped him warmly, the smell of sweat, grease, and a subtle hint of something woodsy-- must be his perfume went straight to Fadel's gut and he felt himself stiffening. But he didn't want Style to be suspicious so he remained in that position letting the other man hug him as he mumbled, "Just fucking keep your end of the deal."

"Bro?" Bison's familiar sweet voice pierced Fadel's distracted attention and he guiltily pushed away from Style to find his brother and Kant looking at them curiously. The worst part for Fadel is that Style's grasp remained on his bicep as he calmly looked back at his best friend and Bison.

"Hi! Sorry about that, Fadel here came to ask me out, I was so excited that he finally said yes," Style explained and he felt a slight pang of hurt when all he saw in Kant's face was a look of approval as if telling him good job on getting the target to date you.

"Wow! I'm surprised but it's a good surprise... good for you and please take care of my brother," Bison cheerfully addressed Style.

"I'm going inside to clean up," Kant gestured to his room and Bison moved to follow.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Fadel hissed at his brother.

"Oh chill bro! I'm not gonna have sex with you around here. Why don't you worry about your own love life for a change," Bison dismissed his brother's threatening tone as he followed Kant inside.

"Well that didn't go too well for you," Style mumbled.

"He's just fucking stubborn. Argh! I want to drag him home by the hair," Fadel moved back sinking into the old couch in the garage where the customers could sit to wait for their cars.

"He's old enough to date anyone he wants. You can't keep doing that to your brother you know. He will eventually find someone..." Style's words trailed off as he watched the flashes of lightning flash off the gorgeous man's eyes.

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The sun cast a warm glow over the park, where the four young men had decided to spend the afternoon. It was a Monday and both the cafe and the shop were closed on that day. The atmosphere was light and cheerful as Bison, Kant, Fadel, and Style gathered near a sprawling oak tree, the scent of freshly cut grass filling the air. It was Bison's favorite place to be when he had the day off. He could pretend to be a normal person when he is here surrounded by the bustle of ordinary people spending time with their loved ones. He was secretly ecstatic that for the first time, it seemed he was here with his own unconventional family. His brother finally started dating someone to his surprise, not that he is complaining though. He liked that he had something else to do other than hover over him. Furthermore, Style seemed like a great guy and Kant is very fond of his best friend so Bison is happy they can all gather like this.

"Alright, who's up for a game of tag?" Kant suggested, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Kant had always been sporty. The captain of their football team in high school, he was born competitive and active.

Bison grinned. "I'm in. It's been ages since I've played tag." He is the shorted one amongst them at 5 foot, 9 inches but he was the ace of his high school running team.

Style stretched his arms above his head, muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. "I'm game. But fair warning, I'm fast." He was known for his speed as the team's running back.

Fadel shrugged, trying to keep his cool demeanor despite the pang of jealousy he felt watching Bison clinging to Kant. "Sure, why not?"

Fadel was the captain of his school Basketball Team, like Kant he was born very competitive and liked to be active.

They decided on the rules quickly, with Kant being the first "it." He started counting down, giving the others a head start.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Kant's voice echoed through the park as the others scattered, laughter filling the air.

Bison darted behind a tree, his heart racing with excitement. He peeked around the trunk, only to find Kant's intense gaze already locked onto him. With a playful growl, Kant sprinted toward him.

"You can't hide from me, Bison!" Kant called out, his voice filled with mock menace.

Bison took off running, the thrill of the chase making him feel alive. He glanced over his shoulder to see Kant gaining on him, a wide smile on his face. Just as Kant was about to tag him, Bison swerved, narrowly avoiding his outstretched hand.

Meanwhile, Style had cornered Fadel near a small pond. "Think you can outrun me?" he teased, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

Fadel smirked, his competitive spirit igniting. "Let's find out."

They took off, weaving through the trees and laughing as they tried to outmaneuver each other. Despite his best efforts, Style couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy every time he glanced over at Kant and Bison, their playful interactions a reminder of the complicated emotions between them all.

Finally, Kant managed to tag Bison, both of them collapsing onto the grass, breathless and laughing. "Got you!" Kant declared triumphantly.

Bison's eyes sparkled with mirth as he caught his breath. "Yeah, you did. But next time, I'll be faster."

Style and Fadel approached, their faces flushed from exertion. "Looks like you two had fun," Style remarked, a hint of envy in his tone.

Kant stood up, offering a hand to Bison. "We did. But the game's not over yet. Your turn to be 'it,' Bison."

Bison grinned, accepting Kant's hand and standing up. "Alright, you guys better run."

As Bison began counting, Style took the opportunity to sidle up to Kant. "You two seem to be getting along well," he commented, his voice light but his eyes betraying a flicker of jealousy.

Kant glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, Bison's great. But don't think I haven't noticed you and Fadel."

Style chuckled, trying to deflect the tension. "Caught me, huh? He's a tough nut to crack. He's interesting"

Kant's eyes softened slightly. "Just be careful, Style. We're all in this together."

As the game continued, Bison found himself laughing more than he had in a long time. The playful banter and friendly competition were a welcome distraction from the complexities of their lives. At one point, he managed to tag Style, who groaned dramatically before taking off after Fadel.

Fadel, noticing Style's approach, picked up his pace. But despite his best efforts, Style's long strides quickly closed the gap. With a final burst of speed, Style tagged Fadel, both of them collapsing onto the grass, breathless and laughing.

"You got me," Fadel admitted, his tone grudgingly respectful.

Style's smile was genuine as he extended a hand to help Fadel up. "I did. But you put up a good chase."

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, the four of them found a quiet spot to rest. They sat in comfortable silence, the camaraderie and shared moments of joy creating a bond between them.

Bison leaned back against the tree, his eyes drifting to Kant, who was sitting nearby, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Thanks for today," Bison said softly, breaking the silence.

Kant's gaze met his, a small smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Bison. I'm glad we did this."

Style and Fadel exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Despite the underlying tensions and unspoken feelings, they all knew that this moment, this connection, all four of them became a little bit closer.

As they watched the sunset together, the future remained uncertain, but for now, they were content to simply be in each other's company, cherishing the fleeting moments of happiness amidst the tangled webs of their emotions.

*****

The next day as the moon rose high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the city, Bison and Fadel prepared for another mission. This one was particularly dangerous, targeting a brother duo involved in drugs, money laundering, and human trafficking. The stakes were high, and failure was not an option.

In their dimly lit apartment, Bison strapped on his gear, his face a mask of determination very different from the usual playful face that he dons when he is outside. Fadel was equally focused, double-checking their equipment and ensuring everything was in place.

"Are you ready for this?" Fadel asked, his voice low and steady.

Bison nodded, his eyes hardening with resolve. "Never been more ready. These guys are monsters."

The younger brother usually doesn't like doing this but people just like these brothers who even traffics babies are just so hateful that they should die so they don't hurt anyone else.

Unknown to them, Style and Kant were also gearing up, preparing to stealthily follow the brothers. They had their reasons for trailing them, reasons tied to their mission, and the complex web of secrets they were all caught in.

"We need to stay close but not too close," Style whispered to Kant.

Kant nodded, his eyes sharp and focused. Following the brothers who went on their motorcycle, Kant tried to be inconspicuous making sure that the motorcycle that he was driving with Style at back was not detected by Fadel.

The brothers made their way to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, their target's known hideout. The place was a sprawling complex of dilapidated buildings and overgrown weeds, the perfect cover for illegal activities.

Bison and Fadel approached the warehouse cautiously, using the shadows to their advantage. They communicated through subtle hand signals, moving with the practiced ease of a well-coordinated team.

Meanwhile, Style and Kant kept their distance, watching from a vantage point. They saw the brothers slip inside the warehouse and quickly followed, their movements just as silent and deliberate. They moved through the shadows, their footsteps silent on the pavement.

Inside, the warehouse was a maze of crates and debris, with narrow passages and hidden alcoves. The air was thick with the smell of dust and decay, and the dim lighting cast long, ominous shadows.

Bison and Fadel navigated the maze with precision, their senses on high alert. They could hear the faint sounds of voices and machinery deeper within the warehouse, guiding them toward their targets.

Style and Kant, following a few paces behind, could see the brothers' every move. They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They would intervene if necessary, but for now, they were content to observe.

As they reached the heart of the warehouse, Bison and Fadel spotted their targets: the brother duo, surrounded by armed guards, conducting a transaction with a group of men. Large crates filled with drugs and cash were being exchanged, and in a corner, a group of frightened, bound individuals awaited their grim fate.

Bison's jaw clenched in anger, but he kept his cool. He signaled to Fadel, who nodded and moved to flank the guards.

With a swift movement, Bison took out three people before putting a bullet to one of the brothers who was too shocked to move.

Fadel on the other hand had a less easy time as the other brother seeing his brother fall immediately drew his gun. Fadel was taking out the five other guards that he didn't notice.

"Down!" Bison shouted, diving behind a crate as gunfire erupted around them. Fadel followed suit, returning fire with precision.

Despite the initial shock of seeing Bison and Fadel just easily kill multiple men, Style and Kant sprang into action, knowing that if they didn't help the brothers would be overwhelmed. They moved quickly, taking out guards with swift, practiced efficiency. Style's eyes were locked on Kant, worry etched into his features. Realizing for the first time just how dangerous the mission they have is and the brothers who acted like ordinary people with them are far more deadly than they appear. Especially the little cheerful Bison who no one will ever believe to be a cold-blooded killer.

Bison and Fadel fought their way through the chaos, determined to reach the trafficked individuals and get them to safety. Kant covered their backs but still tried to remain unseen, his movements were fluid and deadly.

"Over here!" Bison shouted, guiding the captives toward an exit. Fadel provided cover, his eyes scanning for any remaining threats. The air was thick with tension, but they managed to get everyone to safety. Once outside, breathing heavily the masked brothers turned to leave. The captives were shaken but grateful, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and relief.

"Thank you," one of them whispered, her voice trembling.

Bison nodded, his expression softening. "You're safe now."

Before the authorities arrived Bison turned to face Fadel, his eyes narrowing with suspicion when he saw the guards that were taken out by Kant and Style. "Bro, somebody else was here with us"

Fadel crossed to where Bison picked up a knife that was lodged in one of the guard's arms. The guard wasn't dead but he was unconscious. His gaze was hard, "Did you see anyone else?"

Bison straightened, his expression earnest. "No, I didn't."

The brothers exchanged a glance, they realized that they must have been followed here and that their identities had been made. But who?

"We'll talk about this later," Fadel said finally, his tone brooking no argument as he walked towards their motorcycle.

The night had been a harrowing one, filled with danger and close calls. Kant and Style were breathing irregularly as they stood gulping air tinged with the taste of saltwater. Kant had taken off immediately after seeing the brothers finish letting the victims go. He went to the open beach that he and his best friend often went together.

"I can't believe that Officer Burnel was right after all. They are the deadly brother duo. We're in so much trouble," Style muttered wiping his face as if that would wipe away the memory of seeing the brothers coldly kill those bastards.

Kant was quiet, his heart aching. For the first time in his life, he wanted to justify what was wrong to be right. Bison killed bad people and in fact, saved those people who were about to be sold for their body parts. They were doing service to the world by getting rid of evil men. Shit... he can't even tell Style how much he wants to stop trying to get Bison behind bars and instead he wanted to protect him. Jesus, how are you so stupid Kant? He was internally kicking himself. Protect a man who could kill multiple people without even batting an eyelash?

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The dawn light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the walls of the brothers' apartment. Bison and Fadel sat at the kitchen table, their faces etched with concern and suspicion. The weight of the previous night’s events hung heavily between them, and the tension crackled in the air.

Bison broke the silence, his voice low and confused. "We were followed last night. Someone was there, watching us. Strangely enough, they weren’t trying to catch us—they actually helped."
Fadel’s eyes were dark with worry. "I know. We didn’t see anyone, but the evidence is clear. They knew our movements, our tactics. This isn’t just a random observer. Whoever they are, they’re skilled. These aren’t ordinary civilians."

Fadel’s hands clenched into fists, the anger and fear simmering beneath his calm exterior. "We need to find out who it was. We can’t afford to be compromised. Our lives are at stake. I’m starting to think we should just pack up and leave."

Bison’s gaze was intense, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. "What? Do you think it could be someone close to us? Someone we’ve trusted?"

Fadel nearly exploded. "Why does it matter? We’ve been made. Our lives are in danger—your life is in danger! If it means leaving everything behind, I’ll do it in a heartbeat!"

"Can you just stop?! I’m not a baby, Fadel! I can take care of myself! Why do you always have to be so immersed in your big brother role? Take care of your own ass!" Bison’s frustration was evident. If they’d been compromised, Fadel was in danger too. It infuriated him that Fadel was only focusing on him.

Fadel’s voice was tight with frustration. "I’m sorry for caring! I can’t live my life without you! And don’t you think this timing is suspicious? We meet Kant and Style, and suddenly we’re being followed?"

Bison shook his head, disbelief and anger flashing in his eyes. "No. Kant and Style are good people. They’re just two guys trying to start fresh after messing up. Just because they went to jail doesn’t make them suspicious!"

Fadel’s jaw tightened. "What do you mean, they went to jail?"

Bison’s face fell, realizing the gravity of what he’d just revealed. "Fuck, you didn’t know? I thought Style would have told you by now," Bison said, feeling a pang of guilt for revealing something Style might not have been ready to share.

"What for?" Fadel’s curiosity was piqued.

"Stealing... car parts. Just car parts!" Bison stuttered. "So you see, they must hate law enforcement as much as we do. They were in jail! It’s not them. Okay?!" The shorter man pleaded, hoping to preserve their relationship with Kant and Style.

Fadel’s expression was grim. "I understand, but ensuring we’re not walking into a trap is my job. Please, Bi, I know you have feelings for Kant, but be cautious. Don’t trust him too much."

Bison nodded, acknowledging his brother’s concern. He knew Fadel had a point—it wasn’t just his life at stake, but Fadel’s too. He had to make sure they both stayed safe. "Okay. We’ll keep our eyes open. For now, let’s avoid new work. We need to lie low and figure out who’s after us."

Fadel’s relief was almost palpable, though Bison couldn’t shake the fear of what the unknown person following them might do. "We will. But for now, let’s stick to our plan and stay vigilant."

*****

Across town, in the dimly lit living room of Kant and Style’s apartment, the two friends sat in uneasy silence. The memory of the previous night’s mission replayed in their minds, and the weight of what they had witnessed hung heavily between them.

Kant spoke first, his voice filled with uncertainty. "We were right, Style. Bison and Fadel are the deadly brother duo. Seeing it firsthand... it changes things."

Style’s expression was conflicted. "I know. They were so efficient, so ruthless. It’s hard to reconcile that with the guys we’ve come to know."

Kant ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. "I can’t believe Bison is capable of such violence. He’s always been so kind, so cheerful. But last night... he was someone else."

Style’s eyes softened with understanding. "It’s not easy seeing someone you care about in that light. But we have to remember why we’re doing this. Officer Burnel trusted us to uncover the truth, and we can’t back down now."

Kant’s voice took on a reflective tone. "I know. But they did kill those assholes and saved those people. It’s hard not to see the good in what they did."

"Don’t start rationalizing, Kant!" Style’s frustration bubbled over. "Just because you have feelings for Bison doesn’t change the fact that he’s a cold-blooded killer."

Kant’s gaze hardened, determination replacing doubt. "You’re right. We need to stay on course, no matter how difficult it is. But we have to be smart. We can’t let them know we’re onto them."
Style nodded, his voice steady. "We’ll play it cool and continue the investigation. But we need to be ready for whatever comes next. This won’t be easy."

Kant’s resolve was firm. "I know. We owe it to ourselves and Officer Burnel. We’ll get through this, Style."

"Of course we will," Style assured his best friend. Worry gnawing his gut as he looked at Kant trying to suppress whatever feelings he had for the shorter boy.

He has to help, at all costs, speed up closing this case, before Kant falls deeper for the beautiful Bison and gets himself into more trouble. They accepted this mission so they could start over, and not wreck their lives further.

****

Later that day, Kant and Style decided to visit the café. They needed to maintain their cover and gather more information without raising suspicion. As they approached the familiar entrance, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods greeted them, a stark contrast to the tension that lingered.

The best friends were no longer surprised to see Bison behind the counter, his usual cheerful self, greeting customers with a warm smile. A very opposite picture to the cold-blooded assassin who easily took out his targets last night.

When he saw Kant and Style, his face lit up with genuine joy and excitement, he bounded towards them almost floating. "Hey, guys! It’s good to see you. How have you been?"

Kant forced a smile, pushing the doubts and unease to the back of his mind. "Hey, Bison. We’re good. Just thought we’d stop by for a quick visit and grab some coffee."

Bison’s smile widened. "Great to hear! I’ll get your usuals." He quickly prepared their drinks and some pastries, his movements smooth and practiced. Like he really was just a simple cafe owner.

Style watched him closely, searching for any signs of deceit. But Bison seemed as genuine as ever, his demeanor unchanged. He was very cheerful and almost childlike in his enthusiasm It was hard to reconcile this man with the violence they had witnessed.

As Bison handed them their drinks and food, he leaned in slightly, closer to Kant's side, his voice lowered. "We should hang out again soon. Maybe another day at the park?"

Kant nodded, immediately feeling both the usual electric reaction to the shorter boy's presence and the pang of guilt for continuing this charade despite knowing already who the other boy was. "Yeah, that sounds good. We’ll make it happen."

Fadel emerged from the back, his expression was guarded but polite. It didn't seem like anything to worry about to the best friends who were by now used to Fadel's grumpy presence. "Hey, guys. How’s it going?"

Style managed a casual smile. "Hey, Fadel. Everything’s good. Just wanted to catch up with you both."

Fadel’s eyes flicked to Bison, a silent communication passing between them. "Well, it’s good to see you. We should all get together again soon."

"Sure! Bison already said the same thing!" Style gushed. His usual flirtiness made its appearance which surprised Kant how Style was the one who seemed to bounce back faster than him this time.

The quartet chatted a bit more, as the cafe was not too crowded at this hour. The rest of the employees in the cafe marveled at the picture the four made as they animatedly chatted beside the open window, and bathed in the natural light of the afternoon sun, they were all glowing and unfairly handsome, the employees had mixed feelings of admiration and envy. These four men can give any boybands a run for their money, but they all seem unaware or maybe they are just so used to it that they don't notice the attention they naturally get.

As Kant and Style finally left the café, promising the brothers they’d arrange a meeting later in the week, their sense of unease lingered. Doubts and suspicions gnawed at them, and they couldn’t shake the feeling that Fadel and Bison harbored their own uncertainties. After all, Kant and Style were the only new additions to their lives. Still, the best friends knew they had to see the mission through. For now, their focus was on winning over the deadly brothers, earning their trust enough to advance their plan.

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The tattoo parlor was dimly lit, the faint hum of machinery and the sharp scent of antiseptic filling the air. Kant's workspace was a small but cozy studio, cluttered with art supplies, sketches, and tattoo equipment. Bison sat on a padded chair, his shirt off, revealing his muscular arms and toned chest.

Kant stood nearby, setting up his tattoo machine, his eyes focused and intent. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, glancing at Bison. "It's going to be a permanent mark."

Bison nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure. I trust you, Kant."

Kant felt a pang of guilt at Bison's words. Trust. It was a fragile thing, especially considering their circumstances. But he pushed the thought aside and focused on his work. He had designed something special for Bison—a phoenix rising from the ashes, symbolizing rebirth and resilience. It held deep meaning for Kant, representing his own struggles and hopes.

He didn't tell Bison the full meaning behind the design. Instead, he began the process, the buzzing of the tattoo machine filling the room. Bison winced slightly as the needle touched his skin, but he remained still, his trust in Kant unwavering. He liked watching the taller man focus on his work. He looks more handsome than usual, maybe because he likes what he is doing.

As Kant worked, they started talking. "Have you ever had someone betray you?" Bison asked, his voice steady despite the pain. For some reason, his brother's warning came to mind and he couldn't stop the question from slipping his lips.

Kant's hands faltered for a moment, surprised by the topic before he continued. "Yeah, I have. It hurts. A lot."

Bison nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I've always believed that trust is sacred. Once it's broken, it's almost impossible to mend. If someone I loved betrayed me, I don't think I could ever forgive them."

Kant's heart ached at Bison's words. He knew he was deceiving Bison, and the guilt was becoming unbearable, he was also scared of the time when Bison would no longer want to be with him. To cover up his turmoil, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Bison's shoulder. "You're a good person, Bison. Don't let anyone take that from you."

Bison turned his head slightly, catching Kant's eye. "Thanks, Kant. I appreciate that."

They continued in silence for a while, the tattoo slowly taking shape. The tension between them grew, not just from the pain of the tattoo but from the unspoken words and hidden truths. There were a lot more questions begging for Bison to ask and there were a lot of confessions pleading for Kant to say them. But both men remained mum.

As Kant finished the final touches, he looked at Bison's chest, admiring his work. "All done," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bison stood up, looking at the tattoo in the mirror. "It's perfect," he said, turning to face Kant. "Thank you. Why the phoenix, though?"

"I guess I feel like it's a symbol of me. I want to have a part of me tattooed on your body," Kant continued in a barely audible voice, feeling shy now that he had to tell Bison about it.

Their eyes locked in an electrified gaze, and in that moment, Kant couldn't hold back anymore. He closed the distance between them and kissed Bison passionately. Bison responded with equal fervor, pulling Kant closer.

The kiss deepened, and soon they found themselves in a heated embrace. Tongues clashed, and Kant bit Bison's lips, causing a metallic taste to mix with the heat of their passion. For once, Kant was glad Style was also out on a date with Fadel as they stumbled their way the short distance from the tattoo shop to Kant's room at the back. Bison was not so gently pushed toward Kant's bed, their clothes quickly discarded.

The intensity of the kisses left both light-headed and trembling with desire. Bison seductively bit back a moan as Kant kept rutting into him, sucking on his neck. Bison's nails dug into Kant's muscular back as the taller man licked and nipped at his nipples. When Kant moved down and started dipping into his belly button, Bison whimpered, pulling on Kant's hair and begging for more, delirious with pleasure. He started to wantonly mewl as the taller man began to lick his hip tattoo.

Kant put his head between the shorter boy's legs, nuzzling at first. His five o'clock beard was a little rough on the insides of Bison's thighs, seductively scraping and making the boy cry out with pleasure. Kant groaned, seeing Bison's cock already leaking with precum. He was a little shorter than his own but thicker and larger than average. Kant's saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of having that pink rod in his mouth. His now darkened lips were wet with saliva as he dipped his tongue into the oozing slit before swallowing Bison's whole cock, engulfing it in wet heat, swirling his tongue, and savoring the taste that was uniquely Bison. Kant's fingers started ghosting Bison's rim, the softest touch tracing the entrance as he kept sucking on his dick. 

Fumbling for his lube and condoms in his side drawer, he poured a generous amount of the liquid. When he inserted his first finger, Bison's breath hitched, and then as Kant's fingers gracefully moved in and out, the shorter boy started making incoherent sounds, which Kant assumed were pleas for more. He immediately inserted a second finger and began cooing to Bison, his own pleasure intensifying as he watched the boy become unhinged with desire from his touches and his mouth.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Kant donned a condom and, in a swift motion, buried his long dick into Bison's ass. He went back to kissing Bison, starting to move after giving the boy time to adjust to his size. Sucking on the boy's tongue and swallowing every moan and sound he made, Kant began pounding into him. Only their huffs and pants could be heard in the room as Kant kept slamming into Bison, who met his thrusts eagerly, moving his hips to receive the taller boy's already pulsing cock.

The fire started pooling low in their abdomens, and their movements became erratic. Feeling like they were going to combust, both were dazed with their nearing orgasm. They pressed their foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes as the earth seemed to stop spinning, and they were both rippled with a climax so powerful their bodies were still quivering with aftershocks long after they were done. They held each other tight, afraid they would never be whole again without the other in the aftermath.

The night was filled with raw, unrestrained passion as they made love over and over, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. They lost themselves in each other, the outside world fading away.

Hours later, Bison lay in bed, watching Kant sleep. His heart was full, his mind at ease. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Kant's handsome face, a tender smile on his lips. He just knew that his life would never be the same again if he lost him.

He took the time to finally look around the room, which he couldn't do the night before. Then something caught his attention. A mask, partially hidden in a half-closed drawer. Bison's smile faded as a feeling of dread replaced his previously delirious happiness.

Careful not to wake Kant, Bison slipped out of bed and approached the drawer. He picked up the mask, his mind racing. Could it be a coincidence, or was there something more sinister at play?

He stared at the mask, his heart pounding. He looked at the mask and then at the man peacefully asleep in the bed. The trust he had in Kant began to waver, doubts creeping into his mind. His brother's words rang in his ears. He needed to know the truth, but he also knew that confronting Kant could lead to devastating consequences. He took the knife hidden in his shoe, but he couldn't even bring himself to raise it against the man sleeping so peacefully. He couldn't hurt him.

Bison placed the mask back in the drawer and closed it quietly. He returned to bed, lying down beside Kant, but sleep eluded him. He watched Kant sleep, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He realized that he was in love with him. He was devastated and afraid that this love would lead him to his destruction and end.

The night had been one of passion and connection, but now it was overshadowed by uncertainty and fear. Bison knew that their relationship was on a precarious edge, and the next steps he took would determine their fate.

As dawn began to break, Bison made a silent vow to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. For now, he would keep his suspicions to himself and continue to play along. But the seeds of doubt had been planted, and they would soon grow into a storm that neither he nor Kant could escape.