10

Sky follows closely behind Nani as the mafia steps into a building belonging to another gang.

Another day, another deal.

After nearly a month of working with the gang, Sky is beginning to understand how things work.

How power moves, who speaks first, who stays quiet.He adapts.

Sunny's surgery goes well, and the man is now in recovery, watched over by someone Joong hires to ensure his safety.

"Hirunkit, in my building. I never thought I'd see the day," the rival mafia boss says, a grin playing on his lips as Nani approaches.

"End your alliance with Chakrit, and I'll give you what you want," Nani says, straight to the point.

The older mafia boss chuckles, clearly amused.

Sky remains composed, standing off to the side.

Dressed in an all-black suit, an earpiece clipped neatly in place, he looks every bit the part.

Sharp. Intimidating. Unshakable.

But his eyes never leave Nani.

"What do you mean by what I want?" the mafia leader asks as he walks closer to Nani.

"You can't offer me what Chakrit did," the older man says with a laugh.

Nani clenches his jaw. "I want the gold business in exchange. We'll supply you with new weapons," he says, voice cold and steady.

The mafia leader goes silent for a moment as he steps in even closer.

"I don't need new weapons," he says mockingly.

"I need people. Ones I can put up for auction," he adds, his gaze trailing down Nani's body slowly and dangerously.

"Or maybe," he smirks, "you could submit to me instead. I've heard stories. People say you're quite good in bed."

He reaches out, fingers aimed for Nani's chin, but a strong hand catches his wrist mid-air.

"Hands off," Sky says, his voice cold as steel.

The mafia leader lets out a dry chuckle, not even trying to hide the evilness in his eyes.

"You've got a watchdog now?" he sneers, glancing at Sky standing protectively behind Nani. "How loyal."

Sky doesn't flinch at the insult. His grip tightens slightly, just enough to send a warning without making a scene.

The mafia leader's smirk fades for a split second before he yanks his hand back with a scoff.

"You bring your guard dog to negotiate for you now?" he says, straightening his collar with exaggerated calm.

"I bring someone who won't stand by while others cross the line," Nani replies evenly, stepping forward so that Sky no longer stands between them.

"This is business," the older man says, voice now low and sharp. "Feelings don't belong here."

"I'm not here for feelings," Nani says. "I'm here to make a deal. And if you want to keep pretending you're above everything, then you can stay loyal to Fai and rot with him when everything falls apart."

The room goes still. The words hang like smoke in the air.

For a moment, the older mafia boss stares at Nani, calculating. Then he laughs.

Cold and humorless.

"You've grown fangs, Hirunkit. I almost respect it."

He turns his back on them and walks toward his seat, waving a lazy hand in the air. "The gold business is yours. But I want results. Fast."

Nani's eyes narrow slightly. "You'll get them."

The deal is struck, but nothing about the atmosphere feels settled.

As they leave the building, Sky stays close, silent until they're alone in the car again.

"You alright?" he finally asks.

Nani doesn't answer right away. He stares out the window, jaw clenched, the city lights blurring as they pass.

"I need to find Dunk fast," he says finally, frustration in his voice. "Fai's going to lose it when he finds out I secured the gold deal with the Kla Gang."

Sky remains silent, his gaze fixed on Nani, watching him carefully.

"What if I pretend I want Fai back?" Nani suggests suddenly, and Sky's breath hitches.

"You know Joong would never allow that," Sky says with a frown, clearly disagreeing with the plan.

"But that might be the only way we can figure out whether Dunk is with them or not," Nani argues, voice tense.

Sky chews on his bottom lip, clearly conflicted.

"Can we not talk about this right now?" he says after a moment. "You've been pushing yourself too hard over the deal. Just relax for a bit."

Nani turns to look at the man who's now his bodyguard.

"What are you suggesting?" he asks, wanting to be sure.

Sky doesn't answer with words. Instead, he reaches forward and taps the driver lightly on the shoulder.

"Take us to the bar," he instructs.

The driver nods, and the car shifts directions.

Nani furrows his brows, glancing at Sky with confusion.

"I'll keep you company tonight," Sky says softly, confirming what Nani already suspects.

The car ride to the bar is quiet, thick with unspoken thoughts.

Nani glances sideways at Sky a few times, but the bodyguard doesn't speak, simply stares ahead, the streetlights shimmering across his face.

"You always act like you have it together," Sky says quietly, eyes on Nani. "But you're breaking. I can see it."

Nani smirks faintly, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "You don't know me, Sky."

"I'm starting to," Sky says, voice steady. "And I don't think you're as cold as you pretend to be."

Nani scoffs. "That's dangerous. Thinking someone like me has a heart."

Sky leans forward. "Danger doesn't scare me."

They sit in silence for a moment, the weight between them shifting.

"Why do you care?" Nani asks, his tone almost accusatory, but the vulnerability beneath is clear.

Sky looks at him. "Because for once, someone like you is worth caring about."

Nani looks away quickly, blinking as if the words sting more than comfort him.

He lets out a breath. "You're too good for this world, Sky. I can take care of myself just fine."

Sky hums softly. "I know. But let me take care of you anyway."

He pauses, then adds with a slight shrug, "I was forced into this world, but I think I'm slowly becoming a mess just like you."

Nani stays quiet for a moment, then turns to look at him again. "I'm too dangerous for you to risk yourself," he says.

The words sound like a command, but Sky hears the vulnerability beneath the cold edge.

"Then I'm willing to accept the danger," Sky says, firm and confident.

***

The sound of their bodies meeting echoes through the bathroom, steam curling around them as Nani's back presses hard against the cold tile wall with each thrust.

His fingers dig into the toned muscles of Sky's back, head tilted, lips parted in a breathless gasp.

Sky thrusts his cock inside Nani with steady intensity, driving deeper each time a moan slips from Nani's lips.

Slowly. Roughly. As though nothing else exists beyond this moment.

Even the pounding of the shower and the hot water running over their skin can't drown out the heat between them.

"F-Fuck, ah slower, Sky," Nani gasps, his nails sinking into the man's shoulders as he tries to hold on.

He moves with desperation, body responding on instinct, chasing release like a fever.

This has become their routine whenever time allows.

No kisses. No strings attached. Just sex.

Sky, once hesitant, has learned to accept it.

Quietly.

As long as he can protect Nani and witness this rare, unguarded version of him.

He chooses to stay.

Afterward, the steam clings to their skin, heavy with silence. Nani rests his forehead against Sky's shoulder, his breathing gradually slowing.

For a long moment, neither of them moves. The water begins to cool, but neither seems to notice.

Sky holds him. Arms strong, steady but not possessive.

He never asks for more than what Nani gives, never demands clarity where none is offered.

"You okay?" Sky asks quietly, his voice a low rumble against Nani's ear.

Nani doesn't answer right away. He just nods, eyes closed. The truth is, he doesn't know.

He's not used to being seen like this, not by someone who could break him just by being gentle.

Eventually, he pulls away, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist like armor.

"Let's resume on the bed," he mutters, as if the word is normal between him and Sky.

Well, it is normal.

They've done this behind closed doors numerous times. Nani spreads his legs for Sky, who accepts the offer gladly.

Nevertheless, there are rules.

No questions. No feelings.Just moments stolen in between chaos and duty.

But sometimes, like now, those moments feel like the only thing keeping them both from falling apart.

"How do you want me to take you?" Sky asks, his voice low as he crawls onto the bed, every movement confident, unhurried.

Nani lets the towel fall from his hips, reclining back as he parts his legs in silent invitation.

Sky moves between them, eyes dark with focus.

He leans in closer, hands resting on Nani's thighs as he takes his time, studying the vulnerable openness before him.

Then his mouth makes contact with Nani's entrance.

Slow. Careful.

Nani's back arches at the sudden sensation, a hand instinctively threading through Sky's damp hair.

"F-Fuck! Mmhh, a little warning would've been nice," Nani mutters, breath catching.

Sky smirks, pulling back for the briefest moment before diving in again with a quiet, complete hunger.

Nani's fingers tighten in Sky's hair, not to push him away, but to steady himself.

His breath is heavy with every movement, every stroke of Sky's tongue.

His control, usually so absolute, slips further with each second.

Sky's hands grip his hips firmly, not letting him escape even if he wanted to.

But Nani doesn't. That's the dangerous part.

It's supposed to be just sex.Just release. Nothing more.

Yet every time Sky touches him like this. So focused, so quiet, it feels like he wants more.

Like he's being seen, not just used.

"Damn you," Nani breathes, eyes fluttering shut. He's not sure if it's a curse or a plea.

Sky finally pulls back, his lips swollen, face flushed, breathing heavy.

He looks up, and their eyes meet just for a second.Long enough.

Neither says anything.

Sky moves up the bed, hovering over him now. "Still want me to go slow?"

Nani doesn't answer.

He just reaches up and pulls him closer, until their foreheads touch.

There's nothing between them but breath and heat and things neither of them dares to say.

Their breaths mingle, shallow and quick, the space between them charged with everything left unsaid.

Nani's fingers trace the sharp line of Sky's jaw, as if trying to memorize every detail.

The chaos, the danger. It feels miles away.

Here, in this moment, it's just them.Fragile. Raw. Real.

Sky's voice is low, almost a whisper. "We can stop if you want."

But Nani shakes his head, a small, shaky smirk tugging at his lips. "Not yet."

Sky lowers himself onto Nani, their bodies aligning in a way that feels both familiar and natural.

Without hesitation, Sky slides his cock inside Nani's waiting, puckering hole that is still tender and sensitive from before.

As they move together, Nani allows himself to sink into the strange comfort of being held.

With Sky, he doesn't have to be the strong one.

"Faster, please," he begs shamelessly as Sky grips his hips firmly.

Nani throws his head back in pleasure with every deep thrust.

He feels Sky's cock growing inside him, the familiar presence he's become addicted to lately.

"S-Sky," Nani calls out shakily, his grip loosening, but Sky urges him to hold on tighter.

"A little more. F-Fuck, Nani, just hold on a bit longer," Sky growls as he continues to move inside him without mercy.

Nani tightens his grip, wrapping his arms around Sky's shoulders as the world narrows to the pace of their bodies moving together.

Each thrust sends a wave of heat through him, mixing pleasure with something deeper, something that threatens to break their no-strings rule.

Sky's breath is ragged, lips pressed close to Nani's ear as he groans at the delicious tightness wrapped around him.

Nani clings desperately to Sky as he comes several times, his body trembling with the release.

"I'm coming," Sky murmurs, pulling his cock out just in time to spill over Nani's lower abdomen.

Nani arches his body as Sky's thick release spreads across his skin and thigh.

Then, teasingly, Sky pushes himself back into Nani's now-gaping hole, seeking to hear him moan again.

Nani's breath hitches as Sky's thrust sends fresh waves of sensation coursing through him.

Every movement is deep, a slow, teasing reminder of the power Sky holds over him physically.

Sky's eyes lock onto his dark and sharp, searching for something beneath the surface.

Nani swallows hard, caught between wanting to pull away and needing to stay close.

"Don't stop," Nani whispers, voice rough with need.

Sky's lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile. "Never."

They move together again, slower this time, as if savoring the fragile thread that connects them.

A moment suspended between desire and something unspoken, something neither dares to name.