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Screams echoes around the dark room as the shadows dance under the low flickering light, like they were dancing in joy at the suffering of the soul screaming in agony.
A bloody figure was hanging from the ceiling as rivulets of blood drip from the deep gashes blooming all over their body.
Drip… Drip… Drip…
An eerie melody filling the silence in between screams, an ominous song accompanied by the gurgling sounds coming from those bloody lips and a hoarse throat.
A sharp whistle cuts through the sound as the whip leaves another deep gash.
Another cry for mercy, the scent of piss mixing horridly with the scent of blood and vomit in the air.
It was ignored though, lost in the sea of darkness and pain threatening to swallow the tortured man whole as Suo raises his whip again.
He whips the man hanging from the ceiling again and again. Blood splatters everywhere like a morbid abstract painting on a white canvas—splashing across the walls, the floor and even on Suo’s clothes. But the one-eyed man didn’t care, didn’t even notice as he continues to whip the man hanging from the ceiling like a pig.
“Sir.”
Ignored.
“We found him.”
Suo stops, a frozen statue—a dangerous calm before a turbulent storm.
“He is alive.”
Suo looks over his shoulder, red eye glowing menacingly, “is that supposed to appease me? What is his condition?”
“He is… well.”
“Well? You don’t sound sure,” Suo turns to face Kiryu, his right-hand man, a sharp glare on his face.
“It’s… just that…”
“Stop stuttering and explain it clearly! Is my jewel harmed or not?”
“Sir, he took out every one of the Noroshi’s henchmen by himself,” Kiryu reports, a nervous look in his green eyes.
Suo raised an eyebrow at that. The Noroshi was the biggest rival of Bofurin and as one of the key figures of their organization, Suo knows better than anyone how dangerous they could be. A florist from out of town who just moved here 6 months ago would not be able to have escaped by himself, much less take them out himself.
“We found him sitting on a pile of dead bodies and playing with a butterfly knife,” Kiryu continues to report, eyeing his boss cautiously as his gaze occasionally flickers to the traitor hanging from the ceiling.
“My Sakura?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where is he now?”
“He is at your villa sir.”
Suo immediately drops the bloody whip in his hand and walks towards the door quickly. “Clean up this mess, Kiryu. As for that traitor,” Suo glares at the body swaying from the ceiling. “Harvest his organs.”
He stops by the door, red eye vengeful and cold as he continues darkly, “oh, and Kiryu, he doesn’t have to be sedated while you harvest them.”
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The villa’s lights were dimmed but the curtains were opened. The brightness of the full moon filtering in and casting shadows everywhere. His soft footsteps echoing as he walked to his study, having been informed by his butler that he had a guest.
He already knows who it was. It was his precious jewel. A jewel he found amongst the flowers six months ago. A radiant jewel that captured his heart instantly. A jewel with a most wonderful name.
Sakura Haruka.
A man with the most unusual and magnificent hair split into two—black as obsidian, white as snow. A man with the most luxurious eyes of silver and gold—the moon in one eye and the sun in the other. A handsome man with a killer face card and the softest pink lips.
The moment he saw him, Suo couldn’t look away from him.
He didn’t expect that this angel of his had such a secret, though. A dangerous one at that.
A man capable of fighting and killing numerous men from the Noroshi Group. A group known for hailing the most skilled killers and known as one of the cruelest gangs, even in their world.
A curious though kept circling around in his mind, who are you, Sakura-kun?
As he pushes the doors open to his study, he was stunned into silence at the image laid before him.
Sakura was seating in one of the chairs in front of his desk, feet propped up on his desk as one of his hands skillfully play with a butterfly knife. He looked bored as he waited, uncaring about the blood Suo could see tainting his cheeks and clothes.
He is as beautiful as ever…
Suo thought helplessly before he takes a deep breath and tries to control his features.
“How long are you going to keep standing there like a creep?” Sakura’s voice reaches Suo’s ears, making him stiffen slightly.
“Ah, Sakura-kun, heard me, didn’t you?” Suo smiles as he enters his study and seats in front of his precious jewel. Sakura looks at him, those sun and moon eyes gazing at him sharply.
“You seem calm,” Sakura remarks. “I expected more of an outburst.”
“Oh, I am surprised, of course,” Suo continues to smile as he rest his clasp hands over his lap.
Sakura raises his white brow at the remark before he pockets his butterfly knife and crosses his arms over his chest. Suo’s gaze drops for a moment before looking back up into the other man’s eyes. They stare at each other, sizing each other up and trying to intimidate the other.
The growing tension was broken by Sakura, who asked, “don’t you want to know who I am?”
“Are you going to tell me if I do?”
Sakura presses his lips into a straight line, his eyes darkening as he looks at Suo. “I might be persuaded to.”
Suo hums as he looks straight into the other’s bejeweled eyes. His eyes really are so magnificent.
“Why are you here?”
Sakura raises an inquisitive brow at Suo’s question before he replies, “what?”
“Obviously, you aren’t simply a florist. Maybe someone associated with another group, perhaps? Or maybe an assassin? Either way, now that your cover has been blown, I’m wondering why you are still here in my villa and sitting across from me when you could have escaped town,” Suo explains calmly, ignoring the trepidation in his heart at the thought of never seeing those unique colored eyes again.
Sakura smirks as he leans more comfortably against the seat, “as expected of one of Bofurin’s High Kings. Umemiya would be very proud, yeah?”
Suo’s red eye narrows at the other’s words. “You know Umemiya-sama?”
“Know him? No. I know of him though,” Sakura says, an arrogant smile on his handsome face. Suo doesn’t let the other provoke him and simple repeats his question.
“Well,” Sakura drawls out lazily, fingers drumming against his own forearm. “You could say I have no where to go. Or that I’m bored and I quite like this town.”
Suo frowns as he gazes at the other, trying to read him but as expected, he can’t gleam anything from the other that Sakura didn’t already let him see. Just like how he didn’t notice anything about the other apart from him just being a simple florist because it was the only thing Sakura allowed him to see. It made Suo wary for he had always been good at reading people, had always been sharp at uncovering people’s intentions.
“Who are you?” Suo can’t help but ask, making Sakura smile—a sharp predatory smile.
“Good, asking the right questions,” Sakura replies before he stands up and walks towards Suo. He didn’t react and simply watches Sakura approach, despite his heart starting to beat erratically—whether from excitement or from the danger Sakura poses, he doesn’t know.
Unexpectedly, Sakura straddles his lap and boldly wraps his arms around Suo’s neck, making Suo stiffen completely and looks up at the other sharply, hands moving to grip the arms of his chair tightly.
“Tense? Do you already have a different opinion about me now that you know what I can do?” Sakura whispers against his ear, those rough and deadly hands playing with his red hair teasingly.
“I’m wondering what your objective is,” Suo answers, trying to be calm but failing as Sakura’s scent surrounds him.
“Hmm, wondering if I was sent to kill you?” Sakura chuckles as he teasingly kisses the redhead’s ear. Suo swallows the gasp threatening to escape, his hands turning white as their grip tightened. Unfair! This is unfair! He knows his effect on me!
Suo doesn’t answer, trying desperately to hold on to his control as Sakura chuckles and letting his lips trail from Suo’s ear and down to his neck.
“If I was tasked to kill you, you would already be dead,” Sakura whispers darkly, his hot breath tickling Suo’s ear and making him shiver.
“Then, what is it you want, Sakura-kun?” Suo replies breathless, as a dangerous thrill runs through him. “Is that even your name?”
Sakura hums and nibbles teasingly on Suo’s ear, making him bite back a moan as his hands move to grab Sakura’s trimmed hips. He’s playing with me…
“It is,” Sakura affirms, continuing to nibble and lick Suo’s reddening ear. “I haven’t lied to you about anything in these last six months, Suo.”
Suo groans at the way the other says his name as he helplessly leans forward and buries his face against Sakura’s neck. “Then who are you? What do you want?”
Sakura tilts his head and noses against Suo’s hair, breathing in his scent, hands moving to grip the other’s silk red hair. He doesn’t say anything for awhile as he savors Suo’s scent, addicted to the bergamot and jasmine scent wafting from him. His lips brushes against Suo’s temple, feeling the other tremble in his hold.
“What I want,” Sakura begins, voice growing deeper with desire, “is you.”
Suo stills, his heart pounding in his chest at Sakura’s words. He feels tongue-tied, he wants to believe his precious jewel’s words, but he isn’t sure if he could trust the other. Sakura hasn’t lied, yes, but he has omitted a lot of things about himself too. Suo knows their world is perilous and trust is something precious but from the start, Suo had warned the other about himself, had said that he was part of a world too dark for a florist to be involved in.
And yet, his precious jewel simply smiled, said it was no big deal and that he understood. That was it. Nothing more was said about it. He didn’t say anything about already being part of such a world.
“As for who I am,” Sakura continues as his voice grow darker and more ominous, paying no mind to the man underneath him stiffening with tension. “They call me the ‘Silent Hand.’”
Suo froze at the mention of that name.
For that name was infamous in their world. A name uttered in fear and admiration. The Silent Hand of Death or simply, the Silent Hand was a notorious assassin who was only known as a shadow. No face, no name, nothing at all that could be used to identify him.
Nothing but his signature black rose.
A single black rose would be placed in the target’s most private space as a warning that death was coming. Once received, those days would be numbered, and no amount of guards or walls would be enough to protect them.
As silent and dark as a shadow, the Silent Hand would slip into the most protected dwelling, eliminate the target and then, slip out after leaving another black rose—another sign that the mission was a success.
Known to be as silent as a ghost, as swift as the wind, and as terrible as a god.
The Silent Hand has never failed in a mission, not once. From the moment the first black rose appeared in the underworld, his targets have always been eliminated. The only assassin to have a 100% kill rate.
The only one more feared than any underworld kingpin. Even the Noroshi, as cruel as they are, fear this name. Umemiya, himself, has warned him of the Silent Hand and has always kept Suo up to date about his targets.
To think he’d have the legendary Silent Hand straddling his lap, Suo thinks someone must be playing a prank on him. He could feel a cold chill run through him and for a few long seconds, he was completely stunned—frozen in utter shock.
Suo knew he was telling the truth. No one was foolish enough to claim such a name because those who had had died suddenly with only a single black rose—no warning had been given—and a single note left in their wake. A note that states, “do not mock me for I will not tolerate such slander to my name.”
Every time and always with the same note.
At that time, paranoia had swept the underworld, for how could someone be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Over time, the name was only uttered in complete reverence, no one dared to insult the name again. Suo had only turned twenty years old at that time and had just started to gain influence in Bofurin.
To think, the Silent Hand was the same age as him. A shiver of fear and desire runs down his spine.
Those rough and deadly hands grip his neck and pulling him away from the other’s neck, thumbs pressing down on the skin just under the corner of his jaw. Suo looks up at the angel on his lap—an Angel of Death, apparently. Darkened eyes of silver and gold stare down at him, possessiveness and lust evident in the depths of that pair of ethereal eyes.
“Did you know,” Sakura leans in and presses a kiss against Suo’s forehead. Suo closes his eyes as he surrenders to the man holding him, uncaring if he lives or dies by his hand anymore and only wanting more of his touch, “that it wasn’t me the Noroshi were after? After all, to them, I am just a florist.”
Suo hums, distracted by Sakura kissing his eyelid and then over his eyepatch, before trailing down and kissing the tip of his nose. “It was you they were after.”
Suo opens his eye as he looks at Sakura sharply, “me?” Sakura smiles and kisses the corner of his lips and making the redhead sigh, his annoyance momentarily forgotten.
“Hmm, it seems you have been a thorn on their side, Suo,” Sakura answers as he kisses the other corner of his lips. Suo couldn’t think straight with Sakura kissing him like this, his grips on the other’s hips tightly.
“Sakura-kun,” Suo whispers softly, almost a whimper. He could feel the other smile against his skin, and it makes his blood burn hotter. The hold this man has over him is too much, a simple kiss could already ensnare him, a simple touch turning him into putty in Sakura’s hands.
Him, Suo Hayato, one of the High Kings of Bofurin, melting in the hands of this deadly assassin.
He could already imagine Nirei pulling his blonde hair from the stress alone.
“Haruka,” Sakura says, lips brushing against Suo’s as his hands move to cup his face. Suo’s lips tremble under his, the soft touch sending bolts of pleasure all over his body. “Call me Haruka.”
Helpless under the other’s spell, Suo obeys his wishes, “Haruka.”
He felt Sakura’s pleased hum over his lips before Sakura presses their lips together in a deep searing kiss. Suo moans as he slides his hands under Sakura’s shirt, excitedly roaming his hands over the other’s heated skin. His lips pressing harder against his precious jewel’s as Sakura groans, his hands moving back to grip Suo’s hair again and tilting it back to kiss him deeper.
Suo gasp at the harsh bite Sakura laid on his bottom lip before an eager tongue took advantage and slipped into his mouth. Suo continues to moan as their tongues continue to touch and tangle against each other. The heated blood in his body continues to burn the more they kiss—the more they touched. Suo’s hands slides down and grips Sakura’s perky ass, making him groan against Suo’s lips as he pushes his tongue deeper into Suo’s mouth.
More… More… Want more of him…
He grips the back of the other’s thighs tightly and stands up. Sakura moans as he wraps his arms and legs around him. Suo sets his man on his desk, trapping him with his body as he grips Sakura’s thighs and spreads them wider, settling between them.
They pull away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting their lips before Suo leans in and started kissing down Sakura’s neck, leaving blooming marks of possession in their wake. Sweet moans and gasps fill his study as they continue to kiss and touch each other.
His own hands impatiently tugging Sakura’s shirt, making the other chuckle.
“Haruka,” he whispers huskily, panting against his skin.
“Hayato~” Sakura whispers teasingly. “Impatient, are we?”
“And you aren’t?”
“Hmm, I am,” Sakura teases as he kisses Suo’s neck, before he bites, sucking a bruise on his skin. Suo groans, arousal burning hotly in his belly.
“Take it off,” he growls, patience wearing thin. Sakura smirks and pulls back to remove his shirt before he freezes. His heterochromia eyes darkening as he straightens up. Suo notices the sudden change in posture and grows alert. His burning arousal being pushed to the side as he also listens closely.
But he couldn’t hear anything, he looked at Sakura confused when he noticed the murderous expression on his jewel’s face. Sakura places a hand on Suo’s chest and pushes him away gently.
“It would seem we have some uninvited guests,” he says darkly. Suo strains his ears but he couldn’t hear anything. Sakura glances at him, amused.
“Don’t strain yourself,” he teases as he takes out his gun and attaches a silencer to it.
“It could be just the help,” Suo says, tilting his head slightly as he watches Sakura. The man gives him such a condescending look that had Suo huffing.
“Hayato, I have watched you for months. I know everything about you and this house. I know every person in your little organization, every person who works for you and every single person who has entered this house,” Sakura states seriously. “I know everything about the people that comes in contact with you, down to the sound of their very footsteps. So believe me when I say, those footsteps do not belong to the help.”
Suo takes in the seriousness in those silver and gold eyes, the firm stance and the possessiveness dripping from every word and feels his heart race. He knows he should be concerned that he was being watched without his knowledge and he would be if it was anyone else but knowing it was his precious jewel watching him with such dedication, it made his already burning arousal spike up even more.
“Oh,” he replies breathlessly, unbelievably turned on. Sakura looks him over and an amused smile graces his kiss-swollen lips.
“Oh? Did that turn you?” Sakura leans in and whispers against his ear teasingly, “unfortunately, I didn’t watch you while you were in your room. I debated on it for quite a while too.”
Suo couldn’t say anything as the very image made his blood burn hotter. The idea that Sakura wanted to watch him while he was in his room and he was…
He gulps, clasping his hands behind his back to hide their trembling. With one last kiss on his lips, Sakura walks towards the door.
“Wait!” Suo walks up to him. “I can help.”
Sakura gives him another amused look, “do you really think I need help, darling?”
Suo blinks at the words before realization dawns on him. Ah, right. He is the infamous Silent Hand.
“Oh,” was all he said.
“Cute,” Sakura cups his cheek. “Did all that kissing cloud your memory?”
A soft blush blooms on Suo’s cheeks as he looks away, not answering to the other’s teasing. He was usually more collected and calmer than this but in front of this person, he was all soft and unguarded. He doesn’t know whether he loves it or hates it.
Sakura always had a way to disarm him ever since he first laid eyes on the other six months ago.
“Lock the doors and in case something happens to the cameras or something, you’ll know it’s me if there are three short knocks and two turns on the doorknob,” Sakura informs him, looking very serious. “Just sit and wait. You can watch from the cameras you have set up all over this house.”
“You know about that too?”
“Like I said, I know everything concerning you, Hayato,” Sakura replies, as he opens the doors and walks out the hall. Suo immediately locks the door, not daring to disobey his beloved. He immediately goes to his desk and pulls out a tablet, opening it and clicking on the camera on the hall facing his study.
He watches as Sakura turns and looks directly at the camera, smirking, before he walks slowly into the direction where he perceive the intruders to be. He continues to watch as five men in black mask and attire slowly walk up the stairs with guns ready and flashlights turned on. Sakura seems to all but disappear into the shadows and even from his viewpoint, Suo couldn’t see the other at all.
A glint of something silver flashes before one of the men drops dead.
Another one falls in the next second.
This makes the remaining three unknown men tense as they look around. Another flash of a knife and another man drops dead.
A silent bullet pierces another masked man’s head from behind and also the one farthest away from where the third guy dropped dead.
Now, only one remains and the guy was obviously spooked as he abandons his mission and runs back down the stairs. One silent bullet stops him cold and he drops down the stairs.
Sakura appears at the top of the stairs with the coldest expression on his face before he looks at the closest camera and blows a kiss. Suo’s heart flutters at the cute gesture from such a cold hearted killer.
Oh, I’m a goner…
He thinks, hopelessly in love, as he watches Sakura rummage through the dead people’s bodies, obviously looking for clues on who sent them. Guessing from the pissed off expression on his face, Sakura seems to have an idea on who sent them. Suo continues to watch as Sakura heads back to his study and without a moment’s hesitation, he runs up the door and pulls the door open, dragging his surprised lover inside by his shirt. He slams him against the door, as he locks it. His lips immediately pressing against Sakura’s, hands gripping those silky black and white strands.
Seeing Sakura move and kill those people so easily, so effortlessly, ignited a passion inside Suo he didn’t realize he had. Sakura seemed so powerful, so confident and so terribly hot, Suo couldn’t help but want this man’s attention all to himself—to be the focus of those intense eyes and rough hands. The thought of being dominated and owned by such a man made his heart pound and his body burn with such a deep and dark desire that threatens to drive him insane.
Sakura wasted no time in kissing him back, as he grips the back of Suo’s thighs and lifts him up. Suo moans as Sakura turns around and presses him against the door, hands groping his ass roughly. He bites his man’s bottom lip as he started grinding his hips against him.
He was rewarded with a pleased groan as Sakura rocks his body back against him, making them both moan at friction.
“Hayato,” Sakura groans against his lips as he tugs at Suo’s hair and sucks on his Adam’s apple. A choked sound escapes his lips as Suo tugs at Sakura’s hair impatiently, wanting to kiss him more.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing?” Sakura whispers darkly against his skin, biting his neck and leaving marks. “The thrill and bloodlust from a fresh kill mixed with the arousal you’re lighting up in me is making it very very hard to control myself.”
“Don’t… Don’t control yourself,” Suo whimpers, his face flushed with heat, hair disheveled and eyepatch crooked—looking nothing like the elegant and dignified Bofurin High King he usually is.
Sakura responds by biting his pulse point, causing Suo to arch his back as a sharp jolt of arousal runs though him, moaning loudly.
“If I were to take you, I’d rather have our first time in bed, darling,” Sakura whispers lustfully against Suo’s heated skin.
“Anywhere…! Anywhere is fine!” Suo moans as he crashes his lips against the other hungrily. Suo pushes tongue inside the other’s mouth impatiently, kissing him roughly. Sakura growls as they both fight for dominance. Tongues gliding and drool escaping from the corner of their mouths as their kiss grew more heated.
Suddenly, cold air hit his skin and he belatedly realized that Sakura had ripped his shirt open. The action sent another bolt of pleasure run though him as he grips that dual-colored hair tighter and tugging him close. Sakura meanly pinches his nipple, making him whine and throw his head back in pleasure, breaking off their kiss.
A hot and wet mouth trails down his neck and sucks on his nipples. Gasp and moans escape his lips at the intense pleasure wracking though his body. He didn’t realize how sensitive his nipples were, his legs tremble as they remain wrapped around Sakura’s waist.
Sakura pulls back and Suo whines in complaint, opening his red eye to glare at the man. “W-why are you stopping?”
“Not here,” Sakura says as he pulls the away from the door, hands gripping the red-head’s ass.
“But…”
“I’m not taking you in a place when I know there’s a camera in here. No one else gets to see you naked and lost in pleasure but me,” Sakura says darkly—possessively—as he carries Suo out of the room. Suo buries his face against the other’s hair, not knowing what to say. He, too, doesn’t want anyone else to see his man naked.
Sakura, as expected, didn’t need to be told where his room is. Like he said earlier, he knows everything about Suo, which includes the layout of his own house.
As they enter his room, Sakura made sure to lock the door before he goes and sets Suo on the bed. He looks up and watches as Sakura takes off his shirt and pants, Suo’s mouth salivating at the breathtaking view—he has imagined this man naked countless times in the last six months and his imagination doesn’t do Sakura any justice, not at all. He definitely lacks the creativity needed to perfectly imagine this man’s flawless physique.
Sakura was perfectly toned, not an ounce of fat on him. Well-built and lean but not bulging like a bodybuilder. Suo’s hands ache with the desire to run his hands on him, wanting to touch his skin and feel his muscles.
And he was big. Even with the boxers, Suo could clearly see the outline of his arousal—thick and long and utterly mouthwatering.
“Enjoying the view?”
Suo looks up and saw dark and amused silver and gold eyes looking down at him. Suo blushes before looking away, feeling a bit embarrassed for staring.
“Darling, don’t be shy. I quite like your eyes on me,” Sakura coos as he climbs over Suo, who was gripping his sheets tightly and still looking away. “I didn’t expect you to be so shy.”
“I… I’m usually not,” Suo mumbles as Sakura presses kisses down his neck softly, trying to calm him down.
“I’m glad to be the exemption,” Sakura nibbles on his skin at the base of his neck, making him moan as he starts to tremble once again in pleasure. Sakura tugs on his pants before starting to unbutton it and pulling it off of Suo’s body.
Suo looks at him and grips his shoulders pulling him closer. Sakura chuckles at his eagerness. “Lube?”
“In the middle drawer,” Suo mumbles as he starts kissing and licking the other’s neck. He heard the sounds of Sakura rummaging through his drawer before he felt the other stiffen.
“It’s almost empty,” Sakura says blankly, a sense of unease fills Suo’s heart at the other’s tone of voice. He pulls back and saw Sakura stare at the nearly empty bottle of lube.
“Haruka?”
“Why is it nearly empty?” Sakura looks down at Suo, possessiveness making his heterochromia eyes dark and menacing. A soft blush erupts on his cheeks once again as turns away. A rough hand cups his jaw and turns his face to look at an angry Sakura.
“Are you sleeping with someone else without me knowing? Is there a secret passage to this room that escaped my knowledge, hmm?” Sakura questions him, anger and possessiveness dripping from every word. Suo’s heart beat furiously at the accusation.
“No! I haven’t… With anyone! I’m…!” Suo flushes, deeply embarrassed and angry, before pushing Sakura’s hand away from his face and looks away.
“Then, why is it nearly empty?” Sakura asked, tone still dark and angry.
“I… on myself…” Suo whispers, red eye trained on the moon shining outside his window. “When I got… thinking of you…”
He heard a deep and tortured sigh before he felt Sakura lean his forehead against the side of his head.
“You drive me insane,” his lover mutters, dropping the nearly empty bottle of lube on the bed before he wraps his arms around Suo’s waist and lays down on his chest, their heated skin touching.
“Only fair. You do the same to me,” Suo answers, petulantly, still looking away. He wraps his arms around the other. He felt the Sakura kissing his skin and he sighs, desire burning lowly in his belly.
“Good. Let me drive you further insane, sweetheart,” Sakura says as he licks at Suo’s nipples, lapping at the hardening nubs.
Soft moans fill the air as Suo grips Sakura’s soft hair and pulls him closer.
“Do what you like,” Suo answers, a soft whine in his voice. Sakura looks up and smirks, looking incredibly hot and deadly like a predator.
“Oh, darling, I intend to.”