The two looked at each other, temporarily ceasing their hostilities and no longer harming one another.
Bickering with Akai Shuichi on a daily basis was one thing, but in all fairness, Gin was also somewhat annoyed by his former employer's recent tendency to repeatedly cause him trouble.
I'm about to leave, can't you just stay quiet for a while?
Gin rubbed his forehead, calculating for a moment before deciding to add fuel to the fire.
Or rather, shifting the blame.
How about this," he said, casually providing a new clue, "why don't you go see Rum first?
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Author's Note: Chapter 100 has been revised, a new side story has been rewritten. Everyone can go and take a look.
There should have been an update last weekend, but I was too busy.. I will make it up tomorrow or the day after.
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I accidentally mistyped a character in the last sentence of the previous chapter, which resulted in an ambiguity.
I've corrected it now, sorry.
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Thank you to the Little Angels who gave me Overlord Tickets or poured Nutrient Solution between 2022-01-03 20:58:56 and 2022-01-16 20:16:28!
Thank you to the Little Angel who provided 10 bottles of Nutrient solution: 油纸伞;
Thank you all so much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 242: Chapter 221 (Completion) There's also a desire to bite..
As Heine was gradually being transferred and the Red side's forces increased their strikes, the Black Organization also gradually began to show signs of being stretched thin. Perhaps it was to stabilize morale and demonstrate their strength, or perhaps it was to make an example of someone, but their actions were becoming increasingly frantic.
And the balance that Gin and his former employer had maintained through a relative tacit understanding was also gradually being broken.
For Gin, the shift in power was nearing its end, he himself would soon be leaving Japan—his grudges with the Black Organization would surely come to an end.
Even if left alone, it wouldn't cause much loss.
But—
Tsk, so I'll just have to cause some trouble for the old boss after all, huh?
His nemesis knew full well about Gin's attempt at shifting the blame; Akai Shuichi raised an eyebrow, but instead of exposing Gin's petty schemes, he tilted his head up.
The two exchanged a kiss.
It was a kiss that lacked any scent of blood.
All the physical contact between them seemed to carry a hint of a desire for conquest. It was a clash between hunter and prey, a tacit understanding between one beast and another.
Then, letting passion be stained with crimson—perhaps the color of blood, or perhaps the light of war.
Yet even amidst their constant confrontation, there were moments when traces of tenderness would emerge, revealing a softness that required no words.
Gin can capture those soft moments, so can Akai Shuichi.
The black-haired elite agent had a faint scent of tobacco on him, not pungent, but a slightly spicy woody fragrance. Gin lowered his head to sniff, his silver hair brushing past his ear and falling onto his shoulders, obscuring half of his face.
His skin was very fair, paired with the black trench coat he wore year-round, he looked even paler.
Akai Shuichi raised an eyebrow at him, a hint of confusion in his green eyes. Gin stared back at him silently, after half a minute, the Silver-haired killer smiled.
His smile was faint, the curve of his lips carrying a hint of mockery, but the chill that had long been frozen in his eyes had dissipated somewhat at this moment.
"What brand of cigarettes?" Gin asked in a low voice.
He lowered his head, his fingers, calloused from handling guns, stroking Akai Shuichi's fingers and the thin calluses on the other's hands, as he cast his eyes down.
Gin's voice seemed naturally a bit cold; his years of living on the edge in the Black Organization had also imbued him with a sense of condescending indifference.
But he wasn't always condescending; even during his time in the Organization, the Organization's Top Killer would occasionally tell cold jokes—though most of his audience expressed that they were not amused.
The black-haired elite agent could not see Gin's gaze, so he turned his attention to the silver hair that fell casually as the man lowered his head, the side profile faintly visible through the strands, answering, "A Japanese brand."
Akai Shuichi named an niche brand and then followed up with, "Don't you like Seven Stars?"
The movement of his fingers rubbing against him paused for a few seconds. Akai Shuichi came to his senses and casually clasped Gin's palm—he met no resistance. Thus, in the next second, the black-haired agent shifted his position, moving his body even closer to Gin, appearing even more aggressive.
"I'll need to change brands soon." Gin hesitated for a few seconds before answering the question.
Akai Shuichi's eyes darkened slightly, the hand pressed into Gin's palm tightened, but he still smiled lightly: "How about I help you choose a new brand?"
Before answering the question, Gin's wrist moved, letting his thumb rest on Akai Shuichi's wrist bone. After escaping the somewhat uncomfortable position, he and the Black-haired elite agent stared at each other calmly.
A few seconds later, Gin made a casual concession: "If you think it's necessary."
He indeed needed to temporarily change his identity to get things done, if Akai Shuichi felt it was necessary to be involved, he didn't mind.
As he thought this, a faint sensation of pain drifted from his earlobe. Having sensed no warning of danger, Gin slowly lowered his gaze to look; beside him, Akai Shuichi was raising his other hand, his fingernails grazing his earlobe.
To maintain a better shooting stance, the Black-haired elite agent did not have the habit of leaving his nails long; his nails merely lightly covered his fingertips, making them unable to cause harm. Thus, when Akai Shuichi's finger brushed against his earlobe, rather than pain, Gin felt more of a slight numbness.
However, before he could speak, Akai Shuichi had already leaned in to press against his neck, his warm breath spraying against the side of his neck. Ignoring the instinctive vigilance screaming through his entire body at the presence of such a powerful man, Gin did not break free.
It tickles a little. He thought.
The next second—
The Black-haired elite agent bit his earlobe without hesitation; his canines touched the skin, then he applied pressure slowly, then with force once more.
The process was not rushed; in fact, Akai Shuichi had deliberately slowed his movements. As the pressure increased, his canines pierced the skin, a hint of the metallic taste of blood spread across the tip of his tongue, filling their mouths and stimulating their taste buds and the nerves of both men.
Akai Shuichi is familiar with the taste of blood.
He didn't know if he would be familiar with the taste of Gin's blood.
The teeth piercing the skin remained motionless, as the Black-haired elite agent ran his tongue over the other's earlobe, licking the earlobe and the scattered bloodstains.
He was surprised by his own composure.
He was also surprised by Gin's indulgence.
"Normal?" The Silver-haired killer yanked Akai Shuichi's hair to pull him away, his gaze carrying a hint of mockery, though he showed no intention of getting angry. His tone was even calm, so calm it was almost frightening.
Akai Shuichi was clearly not the type of person to be intimidated.
When his hair was being grabbed, Akai Shuichi even had the leisure to think that it was a good thing he had cut his hair; otherwise, with the force of Gin's pull, he might have had a handful of hair ripped out.
Besides the fact that it didn't hurt as much when being pulled, the benefit of having cut his hair was that when Gin acted, his hands were pressed so close to Akai Shuichi's scalp that the latter could almost trace the cool sensation of Gin's fingers in his mind.
This thought made Akai Shuichi's tongue feel faintly numb.
His green eyes grew even brighter, like a lone wolf eager to test its strength, like a patient hunter. The black-haired elite agent raised his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue to lick his somewhat dry lips; the scattered bloodstains had already been swallowed, leaving his canines looking white.
"It seems it's normal now," Gin said softly, looking at Akai Shuichi with amusement.
A small wound on the earlobe was nothing more than a trifle to the Black Organization's former Top Killer, unless it involved special circumstances—such as avoiding leaving traces like DNA, or potential contact with chemical solutions, so on.
Compared to the wound that would heal on its own if he didn't stop the bleeding, Gin cared more about the dangerous, handsome, cold-faced man before him.
Two pairs of green eyes locked onto each other, as something unspoken flowed between the two.
Gin propped himself up, one hand grabbing Akai Shuichi's hair, the other pressing him down onto the sofa. In the ambiguous and quiet atmosphere, the Organization's Top Killer leaned in, staring into Akai's eyes, said leisurely, "Shall we try?"
So they began.
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The "trial" lasted for a long time, so long that the sun had long since set and the two of them were famished. The location of the experiment changed constantly, finally settling in the bedroom.
The satisfaction after the "test" left both of the people, who had exhausted a significant amount of physical strength, reluctant to move. Fortunately, there were still some instant food supplies in the house; on the second shelf of the refrigerator, the one below it, there were also some unidentified items.
Akai Shuichi calmly moved the unknown things aside, reached into the depths of the refrigerator to find two bottles of beer, tossed one to Gin.
The Ace Agent's aim was quite good; Gin caught the can steadily with almost a single reach, then lowered his head and stared at the beer can in his hands, without saying a word.
Having keenly captured the meaning behind the silence, Akai Shuichi's lips twitched as he solemnly declared, "I didn't buy the beer."
Gin's green eyes swept over Akai Shuichi, his index finger twitching as he pulled the tab on the beer can.
Foam surged out.
After showering together, the two of them still carried a hint of water vapor on their bodies, the refreshing scent of body wash drifted through the air.
Compared to Akai Shuichi's short hair, the Organization's Top Killer's long silver hair was truly difficult to manage; as a result, Gin had no intention of sleeping for the time being, so he simply blow-dried it for a few minutes and let it hang there, damp.
This damp atmosphere made Gin feel somewhat uncomfortable, but the level of discomfort was not enough to make him speak, so the Organization's Top Killer remained silent.
Most of the time, Akai Shuichi was not a man of many words; most of the time he spent with Gin, Akai Shuichi was the one who spoke more.
So Gin waited for him to speak.
So Akai Shuichi spoke.
“How about considering getting a piercing?” The Black-haired elite agent said his suggestion calmly, its randomness causing even Gin to be stunned.
But soon, the Silver-haired killer understood Akai Shuichi's hidden meaning.
Even if I don't object to your involvement," Gin's eyes narrowed dangerously, "it doesn't mean you can take advantage of the situation.
Get a piercing—wear an earring—and it's best if the earring contains a bug.
Their way of thinking was so similar that Gin reached the answer in an instant.
But unexpectedly, Gin still did not feel angry.
Perhaps it was because all of this was still within his plan, or perhaps.. simply, this level of "offense" just didn't make him angry.
In some ways, he even found it interesting.
Gin never ignored Akai Shuichi's danger, nor did he ever deny the similarities between them.
The two of them had too many similarities. On the surface: they were both left-handed, both liked smoking, both had green eyes, so on. On a deeper level: their ways of thinking, their temperaments, their attitudes of navigating between black and white, more.
And there was also a desire for control.
The desire for control. Gin murmured the word in his heart, feeling a vague urge to laugh out loud.
His green eyes stared at Akai Shuichi's earlobe, for a moment, he felt a faint itch in his jaw, as if he had the urge to take a bite.
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