@Maid Sungjong The doctor was adamant, fixing it up quickly so that Sungjong didn't have to endure it for long, but Dongwoo saw that it wasn't the only unbearable pain Sungjong was suffering. the bruises looked excruciating, but they were no match for the wound between the man's shoulders that caused him to scream and call out to be put out of his misery. Once treated, Dongwoo carried him out to the master's bedroom which was inevitably clearer and more comforting than the ward. The hospital had cut off all of the soaked garments and wrapped him in a soft towel-gown and insisted Dongwoo changed also, threatening that if he didn't, Sungjong would be at a higher risk of infection and disease.
So, holding the still sobbing, frail being, he carried him to bed, whispering soothing words and waiting for the pain killers to kick in for Sungjong. They'd had to use a potent combination as the assassin was resistant to drugs and poisons and so was also resistant to medication.
Soothingly, Dongwoo whispered, not even noticing that the others tears had caused his own cheeks to wet for hearing his ... lover? in so much pain. "It's over... It's over" he repeated softly as he carried the other to the warmth of the bed, pulling the warm cover over both of them as he cradled and rocked the other. "It's going to be okay, Sungjong." His fingers smoothed and soothed the other's lower back tenderly as the other remained coiled on his chest, the master's head bowed to the maid's. And he sat there holding Sungjong's helpless form, trying to warm him with tender words and his own warmth. Maids and servants came in and out to bring blankets, bandages and other things, many wondering why the injured made was so protectively held by the ex-player. Nor why he later insisted that they stop coming in and just held the suffering man lovingly until the sobs started to subside a little more.
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong could feel the pain and torment from his past wash over him in violent waves that threatened to drag him down into the depths of hell, a place he was surely to go when he died for all the crimes against god he'd committed. Sobbing loudly when he was pulled closer into the older and settled into his lap, the assassin could barely hear the other's words over the waves and torrents of anguish that washed over him again and again, his eyelids flickering whilst a nasty trail of blood trickled from his shoulder down his arm and fell from his fingertips to the ground below, the man half expecting some new type of flower to bloom there like he'd read in stories on rare occasions. He couldn't even respond to Dongwoo's words let alone focus on his face when he was made to look at him, his head heavy and unable to hold itself up this time as it simply lolled to the side and against the other's chest once more. Shaking as he was lifted and carried inside, the man laid quietly beneath the lights that blazed down on him, his clothing cut off of his body to reveal garish purple and blue bruised, angry red ones too that looked vulgar on usually such perfect skin, cuts and the gashes in his flesh not helping the torturous portrait in the least. With his head tilted to the side, the blonde looked into the other man's eyes as he held him still, his lips left parted as if he were speaking but only silently, no noise physically able to come from the young man. More tears fell from his spheres as his wounds were tended to, stitches here and there, bandages over the lesser wounds. The worst wound was of course his shoulder, when touched he cried out again and arched up, coiling away from the doctor and Dongwoo, shaking his head as he sobbed for them to stop and just let it bleed out, to let him die if they had to.
@Maid Sungjong AS the other looked back up, crying freely from both physical and emotional pain, Dongwoo lifted him to his lap carefully, letting the other lean fully to his sturdy shoulders. It broke his heart more seeing the man cry like this and for the very first time, he regretted ever having anything to do with the extended yakuza. The manic laugh more so. He'd been the one to cause this break in the other, having been to tempted by someone with a core and humour so similar to his own.
... But then the words hit him. Sungjong just confessed and he wiped away the man's tears, pulling him closer and cradling him to tell him he wasn't the only one, as obvious as it might have been, "Then I made the same mistake. I feel for you too, I couldn't help it... Even knowing that it was your family that left me with my scar, I couldn't resist." he whispered. Feeling the other physically shake in pain, unable to control the emotion he'd always so easily shut down before, Dongwoo knew he needed immediate help. Feeling was hard, but feeling pain after a lifetime of knowing how to lock it out was unbearable, not to mention with such grievous injuries.
Lifting the man, he carried him back to the mansion and kicked open the medical room door before grabbing someone to tend to Sungjong's wounds, refusing adamantly to let the man go as he tended to him. Dongwoo also knew that more blood of wither side would be spilled, but his values were firm. He'd stay with Sungjong and be the shoulder on which the man could rely in a world where everyone betrayed each other for the sake of amusement. The man had been given a chance with Sungjong against all odds and by the gods, he was going to take it. He didn't fall easily, not like this and Sungjong wasn't some garden-variety blossom, he was a rare and thorned flower. You got one shot, if that. That was it.
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong listened to the sound of weapons flying overhead, his heart pounding in his ears as his blood all seemed to rush to his wounds, the blood unable to be seen save from the tips of his hair due to his clothing already being so dark and wet. With his head bowed from the weight of the night's events, the small assassin was shocked to find the older's arms wrapping around him now, when tightened he cries out in pain that he'd allowed to seep though, something he hadn't done in so long but because of what'd happened, he let the emotion, the raw emotion flow through his very veins. Tossing his head back with the remnants of his energy, the younger managed to look into the other male's eyes, his lips trembling and tears still falling from his beautiful orbs, the mask now shattered and broken, crumpled to the floor as the rain, blood and tears washed away the remaining pieces. He didn't need to look behind him to know how Dongwoo had proven his point, a short almost mad-like laughter escaping his lips when the man brought up the question of what the maid had done wrong and answered his own question. Sobbing tiredly, the male looked at the other again before speaking quietly.
"I did everything wrong... E-Everything I wasn't meant to do in my life somehow all made its way into you, my failure being how I fell in love with the enemy... All those stories of the same thing, don't seem so pathetic now, do they...?" the throbbing in his legs and shoulder were driving him insane, a faucet to the emotion of pain he wasn't willing to switch off would be his undoing now, the reason he'd turned it on being all because of the being in front of him, someone he wanted to feel again for. Sungjong knew that this was just the beginning, there would be many more troubles to come and a hell of a lot more blood to be shed, for now he knelt there quietly, head bowed into the other's shoulder quietly.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo saw tears amongst the rain and heard an accidental admittance from Sungjong that he hoped to the core was true. If Sungjong felt the same way as he inevitably did about the proud assassin, then what he was about to do next was more than justifed, even if Dongwoo's family hadn't been so wrong. The man moved forward, towards Sungjong and picking up the dagger, going from mourning to rage, he ran, surprisingly deft and tossed the dagger.
Sungjong wasn't the only one that could land his mark, the dagger met its mark in one of his many brother's necks. the tonfa to the other's throat blocked the windpipe as both men fell back in disbelief. Not only was he not the jokey, mind mannered little brother they all knew well, but he'd them. The rage they saw would have been surprise enough to give him adequate time even had he not been so swift.
The man was hardly a trained assassin,but he /was/ trained to fight. Behind those two were two more and the daggers at his own chest were slipped out of their holdings, again, hitting their mark even on those who had now seen where the man stood on the matter.
At last he turned around to reply, bowing down and wrapping his arms, defenseless to Sungjong, around the sobbing male, his heart breaking as he saw the man, usually so composed even in the worst of times, crying like a small, lost, hurt child.
"Do you see now...?" he whispered softly, arms tightening around the taller man's frame "I asked... /begged/ for the to reconsider. I told my grandfather that if you were killed, I would have to die as your blood would be on my hands... What did you do wrong but spend a night in my bed and warmth? It was your duty to do as I asked as a maid, if not for actual affection, you ... you did nothing but your job and I couldn't allow it. Triad or not, you were not at fault. I thought he listened and I was on my way to warn you anyway when I saw... your bloodied room. What had happened. I never... I never betrayed my word."
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong stood there quietly, his hand loose around the handle of the blade that rest snugly in his palm, a bruise over his left cheek one of the only signs that he'd been hurt at all. The assassin didn't bother to look at the faces of the corpses that laid scattered, he'd seen their expressions but didn't give a damn, they were there to kill him and he couldn't let that happen now, could he? Raising his face to the rain, the younger sighed as it brush back the hair that clung to his face, his skin cold despite how much he'd been moving around, a sign of how inhuman he really could be. Then again, he was the best the Triad had, what else was to be expected.
"Do you honestly think your words mean anything to me now? /You/ mean nothing to me, I'm just returning how you feel towards me." tilting his head back down, the blonde revealed to Dongwoo the tears that were beginning to form in his onyx spheres, something that happened only twice in his life if he were to cry again, the first when his parents had been taken from him and murdered, the second would be for now as he felt he was being left alone unfairly yet again. Advancing on the older, the assassin was stopped when something sliced into the back of his knees, another cold piece of metal piercing his right shoulder and making him stutter forward, falling to one of his knees. He'd been too focused on the Yakuza member in front of him to notice the two who had appeared and advanced from behind, still coming closer to the smaller even now. Lifting his bowed head to look into Dongwoo's eyes again, the assassin cried out in anger as he cried for the second time in his life.
"/You/! Even now, you betray your own word! Is this evidence enough?!" he asked incredulously, pulling the dagger from his shoulder out and flinging it blade down in between the older's feet whilst he collapsed forward a little more.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo wanted to cry out as he saw the fearful, pleading expression of the brother of his own turned to him, but knew that the man both deserved it and that there was nothing he could do even if that man didn't. He stood firm, his chest squared to the assassin.
"Do you think... That if I thought that what my family was doing was right. Do you think I'd just stand here?" he asked, "Those are my brothers you're killing like ... like /dogs/. If they didn't deserve it... Do you think I'd stand still? /NO/"
"And I did just tell them... Look at the expressions of the dead, they heard my words as clearly as you do." he growled, looking straight at Sungjong as he couldn't bare to look at the faces of the dead again himself. The brutality of Sungjong didn't surprise him, he'd seen the other's handiwork but this was something different. It wasn't defense or simple elimiating of a threat, it was /malicious/. Sungjong wanted each and every one of them to feel the pain he felt and judging by the humilation he'd just bestowed upon the last of them, killing him whilst having him face Dongwoo, was a tell-tale sign of his own feeling of betrayal and humilation.
"Come at me then. If I'm not a coward, then what do you think I am? What "/can't I admit/"?" he asked, looking the assassin straight in the eye still, "I'm not a coward and I'm a member of an organisation I once thought held integrity and justice at it's heart. You're hearing the truth fall from my lips. As a master and an ex-member of the yakuza."
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong's forearms took the brunt of the attacks the Yakuza member in front of him dealt out, his knee being kicked but he didn't even flinch at the attack, pain something he was taught to accept and ignore. Managing to land a blow in the man's stomach and send him flying back, he listened to the older's words that made him feel sick to his core whilst he walked over to the man who struggled to get up, the other remaining men keeping their distance for now and watching.
"Get up." the blonde muttered to the member, forcing him up until he was on his knees and where they were, facing Dongwoo with his neck bared and a knife from the assassin's ankle strap now by his throat.
"Tell what you just said to /them/." with his last word, a spray of scarlet left the Yakuza's throat, whilst he was thrown forward into a slump by a kick from the smaller man. Crack. Another seam being torn of the man as another fell dead, the storm continuing to rage on as the sun struggled to rise in the sky and fight against the lingering darkness from the night before. Yes Sungjong was in pain, he was hurting not because of the minimal wounds he'd received from his enemies but because of the one who stood his ground not too far from him, the one who watched his comrades fall with a look of guilt in his eyes but making no move to change a thing. As got the assassin, he deemed all of them worthy such a thing, the remaining men falling dead, leaving just Dongwoo now who the smaller now approached, still armed and with his blonde locks tinted on the tips with red, his lips parted as the rain pooled on his lower one before falling to the ground.
"How could you? You can't even admit it now... I didn't think you were cowardly, if I did, I wouldn't have made such a huge /mistake/."
@Maid Sungjong The seamless mask was cracking and Dongwoo could see it even from where he stood, the man's words alone enough to show that maybe, just maybe, the other was more than just angry. He was hurt. He felt hurt that Dongwoo supposedly lied the night before because the words /meant/ something to him. That silver lining was enough to give Dongwoo hope.
His heart panged at the words and he called back to the Triad member, "We are. We are supposed to be honourable and I was telling the truth last night." he didn't even try to disguise the disgust at his own kind for acting as they did, even after he pleaded for the other's life, "We're not supposed to be liars. We're supposed to honour each other and a justice we all abide by."
The man held the singluar tonfa in his hand, his various knives strapped to other parts of his body and the chain of the nunchucks firmly coiled around his left wrist. Tonfa could be used defensively and if he could do less damage to the other, that would be better. The lightning cracked and despite his stance on the matter, he still felt a pang as his family fell dead around him. But each and every one of them knew he'd pleaded for something other than this and each and every one had decided that justice was worth nothing. So even in that sense, they deserved to die. One of the yakuza hit-squad bowed their head as he spoke, looking at him before falling dead at Sungjong's feet, an expression of remorse forever frozen on his face as he realised what he too was guilty of.
His own denim shirt soaked and dripping, missing the sleeves deliberately, but now just looking torn in the rain, chafed against the knifes at his chest and side. Dongwoo wanted the other's to go, get out of the way so that he could speak to Sungjong alone. He didn't advance, not to hurt Sungjong or protect his family. He waited for Sungjong to attack him first as he certainly wasn't going to be the first to wound the other out of the two of them.
@Master Dongwoo The assassin whirled around when he heard the older's voice, two more corpses laying at his feet whilst his silver dagger glinted in the light again, menacing as the look in his eyes. If you looked close enough you could see the cracks beginning to form in his emotionless mask, seams of hatred and betrayal tearing into an innocent who had done nothing to gain himself this attention let alone action from the Yakuza. Sungjong's eyes flashed beneath the lightning strikes that clawed at the cloudy and grey canvas above their heads, the dawn having brought with it a terrible storm that would act as a backdrop to their next few scenes. The assassin's black clothing clung to his small frame, his head bowed under the torrential force of the rain that forced him down as if it were trying to make him bow to the fate that was being written out for him. From the corner of his left eye he could see two more figures approaching and another three on his right whilst he faced Dongwoo dead ahead. Raising his blade, the younger spoke loud enough for the older to hear him without having to strain.
"You, isn't your kind meant to be honourable? Fair... Ones to give chances? I was as wrong about you as I ever was to think you meant the things you said..." the blonde trailed off as if it were a goodbye, his wrist flicking suddenly as the precious blade planted itself in one of the male's throats a few yards away, the maid forced into a upfront combat with one of the trio on his right.
@Maid Sungjong Arriving back at last, he headed for Sungjong's room to warm him just in case, only to ind bloodied bodies on the floor and all too familiar tattoos and faces among them. He felt betrayed too, by his own kind, his family and his blood both boiled and turned to ice in a sickening twist of emotions. His own family was willing to risk him falling on a sword for an assassin that did no wrong and that they knew Dongwoo had grown attached to. And now Sungjong would inevitably think he betrayed him. That was worst of all; His own family was lying dead in his bed-partner's room for staging an ambush and his Sungjong thought that the ambush was his idea. He had to find him...
The yakuza... EX-yakuza member went straight for his room, grabbing and packing his collection of knifes, a set of nunchucks and one of a pair of tonfa. He knew how much he could have stashed on him was limited and also that if he wanted any hope of being heard out... He would need to fight to stay alive. The lights flickered and the man looked up, heading to the open field in the storm as he knew the other would be looking for him and he didn't want to be stabbed before he saw it coming - open field meant that Sungjong, who was notorious for using no projectiles and still getting the job done faster, would have to approach him in the open.
"SUNGJONG!" he called, the rain soaking him as he readied himself, "SUNGJONG I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. I'M HERE."
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong let hours pass as he sat there quietly in his room alone, his roommate still not having returned as he doubted then he would be back for the rest of the night which gave the assassin enough time to think. Sadly he was interrupted, the dawn rising once more when another of lightning happened accompanied by a clap of thunder, the blonde up in a flash and the blade he'd left strapped to his right thigh now in hand. Shadows emerged from the corner of his room, the young male cursing inwardly for having been distracted enough to let them even reach the confines of his room.
"You guys are fast, that is for a bunch of thugs." another flash, a lunge made towards him as the light had illuminated the markings on the men to reveal them to be men of the Yakuza. One two, slash, one two slash. It was an effortless dance for the male, the blade in his hand an extension of his arm that had met and sliced through the two men's throats, dirtying his room and making him sigh. Leaving the area he walked out and looked down the halls, the lights now flickering due to either an outage or Dongwoo's buddies. He bet on the latter. He felt betrayed and hurt, when he ran to find the master's room and opened it there was no one there, signs of a hasty retreat visible as his stomach turned as sickeningly cold as the metal in his hand at the thought of being betrayed like this. Waking back to his room, them an looked at his letter again, tossing the item into the puddle of blood on the floor before he walked out again, out into the rain as he began tracking the older's whereabouts, a war going on internally as he struggled to come to a decision about what he was to do when he found his target.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo shook his head reading it repeatedly before deleting it and calling the head again. This wasn't going to go ahead. It wasn't. They'd known Sungjong was there, even if he didn't, why pick now of all times? There was only one reason. A spy had been send and someone /somewhere/ had decided that Dongwoo was emotionally invested and liable to betray them if it continued. His grandfather didn't pick up, so he grabbed his coat and called a servant boy to prepare a car, heading off as fast as he could.
When the yakuza member arrived, he wanted to slam his hands down on the desk. To treat the leader as he did those pesky underlings that didn't know better than to listen and obey what he said. But this was the leader of the yakuza and the one and only person who could make Dongwoo /submit/. But not for this. Lowering himself to the ground and kowtowing, he waited for a word.
"Stand, Dongwoo. What brings you here... Our little text perhaps." came a low voice, chuckling at his "adopted" grandson as the man presented more respect now than he ever had before.
Nodding, he pulled himself up, looking into the old, still warm eyes that had raised him to be who he was, "Sungjong. He hasn't done anything. Safe risk his life to sleep beside me, he's not stepped even a toe out of line." he said, quietly for once, "We are about honour... Respect. We pride ourselves as just people, even if our justice is not that of all of Asia's or within the laws given by that country. This is not just. Please... His only fault was kindness. Something you don't see in assassins of his class. He could have easily killed your eldest grandson, but he /didn't/. I listen to you without complaint, I've never questioned you before... But this time. This time I have to step in. As part of our family I have to say something."
His eyes were glinting as he spoke, unlike Sungjong, Dongwoo had ever had to hide a strong emotion such as this.
"If you kill him, his blood will be on my hands and I will take... I will take my own punishment for that if you still deem it fit." he finished. This wasn't a threat, but an honest reminder and statement that if Sungjong died, so did he. Not for love, or loss, but for honour and guilt. He was a good leader and actually in line to take over next, so having him dead would be a dear cost for one assassin's life. Returning home, Dongwoo felt a little safer. The man had said he'd consider it which was more than most got when opposing the head. Most got a bullet to their cranium. Little did he know that Sungjong was going through the same thing, let alone that it hadn't gone nearly as "well" as his.
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong refused to believe what the letter in his still hands told him, the afternoon passing into the evening as the young male stayed absolutely still save for the small rising of his chest, up and down, up and down. He tossed the item aside, standing and changing out of his uniform into a pair of jeans and t-shirt, glad that his roommate didn't seem to be around for the time being, probably called away for a night shift or to tend to a master or mistress in the establishment. He sat back down on his bed, finding his phone and opening it to call the single contact he had on there, the ringing sounding for less than a second as the line was picked up.
"Why?" was all he asked, his "father" on the other side of the line whilst he controlled his breathing, his expressionless mask beginning to crack as he waited in the silence.
"He's a liability to us, a trouble we can easily be rid of."
"I don't believe that for a single second and you know it's not true. Half of this place is crawling with "troubles" if he's one of them yet you've never asked me to slay a single one. So I'll ask again, father, why?" again he was met with silence, a sigh sounding down the line and making him grind his teeth in frustration.
"Sungjong-"
"No, I refuse. I only do it if there's a reason I agree with, you know that. He's innocent in this sense if no other, find a real reason... Until then, send your best to stop me, but don't forget, you raised me to be the best killer." and with that the assassin hung up the phone, lightning flashing outside his window as rain poured against the windows, the only sounds to fill the room.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo grumbled at the door, "You could bring it if yo-" but it shut. The other had been dismissed and left.. He'd seen the hurt, but hadn't expected it, feeling a similar unfamiliar emotion to have found the other dressed and ready to leave before he'd 'woken'. Dongwoo went through the day in a slight haze, still feeling the blade against his neck when he drifted off by accident and for the first day in many many moons, not having requested a stripper to keep him entertained. He called his 'grandfather' in the afternoon, speaking crypically and hypothetically to the man, who soon knew that something was up for the usually plain speaking man. Of course, the spy had returned and told the grandfather everything anyway so there was actually no need for the code, but Dongwoo didn't know this. He just knew and felt that suddenly, he was in very deep water.
"Listen old man, I'm just saying... I might come back for a few days and take over Tatsumoto's place looking over the street crime in Busan. He's ill right? You need someone anyway." he grumbled into his phone, stroking his throat absentmindedly.
Coming back into his own room however, he found a flower on his bed and felt his blood run cold. It was a red Chinese rose and no-one needed to tell him what that meant. He knew far too well. Just as he turned around his shaking hands at his phone, he recieved a text from the yakuza boss... It said nothing precisely, but it didn't need it
TXT: I'm sorry, Dongwoo. He has to go. I hope you weren't too attached. We've let this run on too long.
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong slipped on his shoes whilst the other was talking, having expected such a cool reaction as during the whole thing his expression hadn't change. It could be the expression of someone reading a passive piece of a book, someone who was browsing the aisles of a supermarket, calm, bored even and it had stayed in place even when he'd held the knife to the man's throat. Dusting off his uniform and flicking his fringe out of his eyes, the only thing that could have possibly shown through in emotions was the slight hurt the younger had felt when the master didn't exactly dismiss him, but made it clear his services certainly were not in need now.
"I'll send one of the kitchen boys in, Master." the assassin murmured over his shoulder, walking over to the door before he bowed to Dongwoo formally and left the room, shutting it quietly behind him. Making his way down to the kitchen, he grabbed a boy and told him of his duties, all the while his face still impassive aside from his clenched fists at his sides, black nails glinting in the morning sun each time he walked past a window. The day passed as normal for the young man, his chores set out for him slowly being completed as his senses were still going into overdrive, even now when he'd tried to be reassured there was no such worry, his real master, his creator wouldn't have found out about the Yakuza member, right...? His day came to an end, the maid retiring to his shared bedroom where he found a crimson coloured envelope on his bed with a seal in the shape of a dragon on the back. Sitting down he opened it and read the three words printed in black, again and then again.
'He must die.' they read, there was no question who it was about, none at all but there was a questioning in his often cold heart, a feeling that it was wrong to carry out another mission of his father.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo himself woke to the feel of cool metal against his throat and stayed deadly still, still relaxed as if asleep. But the blade left as soon as it had been placed there, so he wasn't on edge for long. That was the risk of being attracted to an assassain, wasn't it? Being killed... Either by them, their family or those who want to hurt them. You were at risk from every angle. He knew this. But he also knew who he was and what he wanted and knowing it would be difficult to keep... He only wanted the other more.
A minute passed in silence before he murmured in his own sick humour, "Didn't know you were into bloodplay."
"Leaving already?" he asked, opening a single eye to the light of early dawn. There was no point in fear. If Sungjong wanted to kill him right now, he would have no defense in his current state so either he would die, or he wouldn't. Slowly dawn broke and the view of the dressed maid came clearer. Breakfast. He wanted breakfast.
"If I'm going to be alive to feel my stomach in an hour, send for the kitchen boys or something, I'm starving," he said, nonchalant as he sat himself up, clearly unfazed by what had been a skilled assassin with a knife at his neck.
@Master Dongwoo Night passed as quickly as it always did for Sungjong, the male never sleeping for long both due to his job and his body having adapted to the lack of need for sleep since he was always deprived from it at a young age. He was finishing changing, as silent as the shadows that had lurked for the entire night, the maid on edge as he couldn't help the feeling that last night had certainly been a mistake on both men's sides. Tying his long blonde hair up into a ponytail, the young assassin was as quick as a flash of lightning to pull out a hidden blade from his right thigh that was hidden under his clothing, the silver metal glinting in the early morning light as it was held to Dongwoo's throat, the man having made the mistake of shifting too quickly near the smaller. Realising who it was, the shorter hesitated for a moment before retracting the blade and slipping it back in place, a small sigh leaving his plump lips as not a single word was said to the master.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo nodded, wondering if tomorrow would be to early. He pondered if he should use the three day rule of calling and wait a little as not to seem like an over enthusiastic player of the game, but opted against it. After all, he was a master, he would call people if and when he wanted. He didn't actually care in the end about silly conventions such as that.
The smaller was seemingly very unsettled by the plant shadow. He too had let it catch his eye a few times, knowing the risk if they were caught too close too soon. Dongwoo made a mental note to get rid of it in the morning, before seeing that, despite what he had assumed, the other was more than happy to rest in his arms and stay the night. More surprised at how pleased he was at the realization, he settled down and allowed himself too the luxury of sleep.
Behind closed doors, his own family had set off a spy to keep an eye on him. He didn't know and certainly wouldn't have been able to tell yet, but beneath cool water, a storm was brewing for them both.
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong has sensed the sudden reluctance in the other man, smiling inwardly as he knew why he had become so rigid suddenly but then again so easily melted into the younger's arms once more. With his sharp orbs, the boy watched the shadows move against the walls of the bedroom, a plant in the corner casting a particularly troublesome shadow that would look like movement of a person now and then. He felt like he was being watched, knowing ti was just the fleeting glances from the man who laid beside him. Frowning a little, the man brushed it off for now, however making a mental note of it and also to check in on his boss, make sure no one was picking up scent of this particular Yakuza member, at least not yet.
"Might... Might is the wrong word. You and I both know you /will/ do it." the blonde had half listened as he made his observations, now closing his delicate eyelids and allowing himself a moments rest. Slipping into a deep sleep, the male rested in Dongwoo's arms, little did he know his suspicious were correct and soon enough the forming relationship between the two would already cause questioning with his 'family'.
@Maid Sungjong Slowly becoming more clear and listing to the maid, he nodded, almost cautiously, "Not sure what the head of the mansion would day about that, so I'd only agree to you dropping the honorific if we're dating." he murmured, running his fingers through the hair of the doll-like other. Something felt unsettling as his post-coital haze cleared, as if he had missed something. Knowing the power of the triad, he hoped he was wrong, but loosened his hold a little as the other kissed his . It was natural to be cautious and foolish not to be. Both of them had to be cautious even to be seen together as knowing who each other were.
"As for me being yakuza, you should know that that clash will always be an issue and I'll keep an eye on you too, as far as I can. We won't pretend it's not there." he nodded, reaching for a pair of boxers before looking back to Sungjong, "You're beautiful and charming... That's what makes you such an effective assassin."
As the other relaxed in such a carefree manner against his shoulder, the master relaxed again, looking back to the other's pretty smiling face.
"And you can just call me Dongwoo. As for the nightly requests..." he chuckled, "Yeah, I might do. I'll do it whenever I want to see you."
Mulling it over, he relaxed further, smiling at the thought of Sungjong's master being happy he found someone and thinking how proud his own 'family' would be that the notorious womanizer might have found someone worth keeping and introducing to the family, even if they never got to that for diplomatic reason.
He leaned over and tugged the duvet over the two of them, getting cold, but pretty certain the other wouldn't feel like sleeping the night. This was a risk and a big one, bu he hadn't found anyone that fit into his arms as Sungjong did, so would have to take the chance with the assassin... After all, he had taken the man's ity, that was something to be reassured by if nothing else.
@Master Dongwoo Sighing as he was placed down onto the bed, the younger felt his body sink into the soft sheets and his long blonde haired to splay out on one of the pillows he rested his little head one. Sungjong had just been settling down when he was shocked to find the master pulling him onto his chest and holding him, as if he himself were some sort of comforting blanket, how embarrassing. Raising his head and leaning his chin against the shorter man's torso, the maid splayed his left hands palm over the distinct six pack just a little lower on the other's torso, stroking over it slowly before he parted his pretty little red lips and spoke.
"I refuse to call you 'Master', you do realise this, right? Likewise I won't do some things you ask me to, not when you're part of the Yakuza. My real master will be happy though, to know I've found someone like you here. I'll keep an eye on you though but, that won't be hard. Knowing you, I'll have a request at my door each night I finish cleaning, signed by you yourself." smirking inwardly and smiling perfectly prettily on the outside, the younger nipped at Dongwoo's before leaning his head back down to the other's shoulder, his smaller form slotting against the other's own perfectly fine.
@Maid Sungjong Seeing a smile on the other's lips, he chucked to himself. It seemed his bad jokes weren't wholly under-appreciated. He felt generous and soft as the other's features softened and lifted Sungjong to the plush double bed.
"The bed then? " he nodded, now fully holding the other man and carrying him over to the Egyptian cotton sheets. Those cherry lips of Sungjong's continued to catch his eyes, even after he had laid him to rest.
Pausing a little, he slid over the other and joined him in the bed, resting the feisty maid on his chest again, still warmer and more comfortable than the expensive sheets.
@Master Dongwoo Rolling his eyes at the other's bad jokes, Sungjong couldn't help but smile a little, the feeling of a genuine smile almost like a twitch on his lips whilst he was half cradled against the other man. Sighing softly, the maid felt his platinum locks fall around his face, his cherry red lips parted as he finally could steady his breathing now and was more than grateful for it. Tilting is head back a little, the younger looked into Dongwoo's eyes, turning his head a little to the side as his eyelids narrowed, orbs sharp in their gaze. Then his features softened before he leaned back a little more, glancing over to the bed and nodding at it then the master, a clear sign he was in need of more comfort, especially of the softer kind.
@Maid Sungjong Dongwoo bucked hard into the other, coming inside the Triad assassin, not long after the other had released. He slumped softly and held the other's head against his firm, toned shoulder, the scent of and Sungjong's delicate breath lingering around them like a gentle fog. Sungjong was even attractive , a rare trait to say the least.
"It's just me... And it's just about you" he chuckled against the other's skin, enjoying the push-pull of their now playful teasing, "If you get pregnant, I'm not taking responsibility~"
He was joking of course. If ever he got another pregnant, his steadfast morals would bind him to both the child and the mother; he was yakuza, not some savage. That dragon tattoo on the other's skin was seriously beautiful to the yakuza member, who had no lack of appreciation for good work, even if it was the enemy's work on a supposed enemy, captivating enemy's back.
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong looked into the older's eyes when his face was brought closer to his own, his parted lips moistening when he them quietly and felt himself be filled entirely by his hyung. Gasping softly, it sent his sweetly scented breath out and over the other's lips and filled his senses with the gentle natural scent the smaller always had lingering to his skin. Closing his eyelids for a moment, the man felt his tight walls clench around the member inside of him when he certain spot was brushed over again, his muscles tensing and the tattoo on his back writhing as the dragon came to life in its place.
"Do y-you like giving running commentaries about how beautiful I seem to be to you? Or is this just some strange thing members of the Yakuza enjoy doing?" the smaller male was soon cut short when he felt his body tense and shudder, his hitting him hard whilst he tossed his head back, eyebrows furrowed and a lofty moan slipping from his peachy lips. Slumping back a little, the maid rested his forehead against Dongwoo's shoulder soon after, panting against his flesh as he felt the hard throbbing inside of him still.
@Maid Sungjong Sungjong just leaned back and spread his legs for him, Dongwoo too, was a little confused, but appreciatively spread his hands up the vanilla skin, over the red marks he had left. From this angle, he pushed in deeper, already feeling more ease sliding into Sungjong's willingly spread legs.
"You s-should be so lucky." he hummed, in awe of the unexpected lack of resistance now that he was inside of him. moving his hips faster as his breath hitched, steadily ing into the as a shudder of pleasure pouring to him, "Are you just going to let me do all the work then? Lying back and thinking of China?"
The teasing was almost fond, no longer the sharp humiliation from before as the man eased into the pleasure of holding the other, returning to stroking the other's member in time with is own. The other would look unaffected tomorrow, but no doubt it would hurt regardless. Looking at the other beneath him he leaned down, closer to the face of the lethal boy, "You still holding out? That's some stamina you have there. Look at this skin of yours... So pure. Especially compared to its puppeteer."
@Master Dongwoo Sungjong's flesh twitched beneath the other man's hands when he ran them over him, his porcelain skin contrasting against the scarlet that had been drawn from him. The tattoo on his back would snarl if it could, the assassin still not trusting the other man, how could he? He did however see what seemed to be... admiration flash in the master's eyes, his own flashing between anger and well, hurt. But above all he was surprised, the sudden change in the man in front of him had him whirling a little until his vision came back, allowing him to focus on the older's strained face, the way he now moved slower, spreading his tight heat more carefully caused the young man to frown. Unhooking his arms from around the master's neck and thus untangling his fingers from his hair, the blonde laid back against the dresser, panting heavily now as the angle changed and he spread his legs too, in the hopes that would help him. Regardless of how much damage was done, the doll-like man would be able to walk tomorrow, he'd been through much worse than this and come out stronger than before, it was part of being a tool of the Chinese Triad, you learn, you fight, you become stronger.
"Don't tell me the Yakuza M-Master has a soft spot for me now..." the younger retorted, his platinum locks splayed out around him and startling against the dark wood of the dresser he was laid upon.
