King barely had time to react before Kane was on him again, pressing him against the couch with an intensity that sent his pulse racing. Their lips crashed together in a heated, messy kiss—teeth clashing, and tongues tangling. King was even responding to Kane's kisses this time.
King grunted as Kane’s fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back, exposing his throat. Kane’s lips were on him in an instant, biting, sucking, leaving marks that burned against his heated skin. "Ugh!" He groaned. King grabbed Kane's shoulders and his fingers sank with intensity. Kane pounded on him and went back to his position earlier, his eyes glared over the thing that was standing proud in between King's legs. Without any thought, he leaned closer and placed both of his hands around it. It was warm and his own crotch down there was turning alive as well. He hisses repeatedly. He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't even entertain such thoughts but his mind doesn't have control over his body now. "I hate you," he whisphered seductively and his mouth subtly made its way to King's shaft. "Ooh... Ugh!" King groaned again, his hands were digging deeper on Kane's skin, and he was on the verge of loosing his shit because of too much sensation that is new to him. Kane pushed his mouth even more devouring King's organ. He took him in roughly, his lips gliding over heated skin as he moved with a steady rhythm, savoring every reaction he drew out. "I hate you," he whisphered again as he pulled out and mushed his lips against King's lips. He bit King's lips hard until it bled but there's no objection coming from King other than his moans. "I hate you that I want to kill you with my bare hands," he went to King's nape and sucked it. "I know..." King said catching his breathe. Kane leaned even closer, "but tell me..." He cornered King and one of his hand reached King's shaft to touch it while the other one was still playing on his lips. "What are you hiding? Did you really kill my parents that night?" He started strumming his hands around King's member and the latter was clearly barely hanging on by grappling his hands over Kane as if getting strength from there. He didn't answer. He refused to answer and Kane had his wicked ways to get answers now. He moved his hands around his shaft and pushed it upside down repeatedly. "A-argh!," King was moaning and catching his breathe. He was almost at the peak of his orgasm when Kane stopped. It frustrated the fuck out of him that he had to stop himself from glaring at Kane. Kane licked his neck and bit his ears, "really? You still won't tell me?" His hands snaked around his crotch again and moved upside down, when he saw enormous lust seething through King, he stopped again. He was taken aback when King suddenly looked aggressive and suddenly grabbed him. He pinned him against the wall and took his hand for Kane to touch him again. Kane shooked his head. He didn't want to do his bidding but his straight thoughts came to an end, when King kissed him torridly. That was the first time... First time King made the first move and Kane was too occupied to realize that his plan was failing and his hands were all over King again. "Fuck you," he mumbled and King just answered him through deepening the kiss invalidating him from speaking. They were both catching breath when they stopped. "Kane..." King called him. Kane's gazes were still full of lust and desire but he wavered when he saw a lone tear fell from King's cheek. He wanted to ask, to question him even more– or rather to touch him more, but he can't move. His emotions suddenly went down. "It wouldn't make much difference if I say something," he trailed. "I am guilty... I am a bad person" Tears fell from his eyes, he's way too tired to even explain himself but he had to. Kane's right, he deserved to know the truth somehow. Kane on the other hand, wanted to ask him if he really killed his parents but his own tounge was betraying him. It's as if his voice ran away from him. "It wouldn't make a difference because your parents were gone now anyways... You asked me before couple of times and you received no answers so you hated me until you despise my existence" He laughed, "you even want me dead." He chuckled again, like he said something funny. "The only friend I had, hates me to the core of my being," he laughed again. Kane was too stunned to respond. He was rooted in his place so when King closed their gap, his heart almost jumped. "If I say I didn't kill them...," he whisphered. "Would you believe me?" He placed a soft kiss on Kane's forehead. "You won't." He pulled himself out and was about to turn his back when Kane pulled him back and pushed him back on the sofa. He placed himself on top of him and removed his shirt. King was puzzled, he didn't know what Kane was up to so he was about to get up again but Kane pounded on him, "I might... Just give me back the company. That's all I ask," Kane said. King shook his head in disagreement. He shoved King so he'll be out of his way but Kane used brute force. He stilled King and the latter was perplexed. "I told you. Ask me anything but that." Kane smirked, "then let me play with you." His hands slid through every corners of King's nakedness. He went back to brushing hands up and down on King's shaft. "Ugh!... Ughh," this time he didn't stop. He did it roughly and intensely until King reached his edge and finally white liquid came flowing from his end. But Kane didn't stop there. He did it again and again, he played with King's shaft and body like it is a toy he's very interested at. He didn't even realized, King lost his consciousness. When Kane saw King in rigged state, a wicked smile appeared from his lips. He stood up and went to the table where King's phone and his is lying atop. It only took him a minute to open his phone. He opened it and sent a message to Stan that ordered to spread throughout his whole team. His own organization.King expected Kane to be there when he regained consciousness, but the latter was nowhere to be found. His thoughts ran wild, and though he already had an idea of what might have happened, he refused to believe it right away. He quickly dressed, stepping out of the fortress with only one goal in mind—finding Kane. But when he searched, there was nothing. No trace of him. No sign that he had ever been there. King inhaled deeply, steadying himself before walking toward another fortress hidden within the mansion—this one concealed beneath Kane’s bed. He sat down in front of the massive screens that displayed real-time footage from the numerous CCTVs installed throughout the estate. Without hesitation, he rewound the recordings, his eyes scanning every frame for answers. Then he found it—the exact moment he was looking for. Kane wasn’t alone in the living area. Three others were with him. Stan, Ven, and Marco. King leaned closer to the screen, watching intently as the three
It had been a week, yet Kane hadn't heard any news about King. Even Stan, Marco, and Ven had been trying to reach out to Raze, but every time they called, it wasn’t Raze who answered—it was always one of his underlings. And the response was always the same: 'Keep Kane hidden and stay safe.' That was it. No explanations, no further details. They took the instruction seriously, ensuring Kane was hidden well. They had brought him to Ven’s underground house—a secure, well-equipped hideout that remained nearly impossible to locate. This place wasn’t just any safe house; it was their fortress, their sanctuary. It was the headquarters where the team always gathered for meetings, planning their next move. But this time, the situation was different. They weren’t just here for a brief discussion—they were here to stay, indefinitely if necessary, until the threat passed. Of course, being the one protected didn’t sit well with Kane. He hated the feeling of being a liability. If it we
For Kane,You will only receive this letter once King is dead. I write this to you with his consent, yet with a heavy heart. He never wanted you to know the truth, but I pleaded with him to let me write this—to give you closure.King didn’t kill your parents. I know the weight of his secrets has crushed him, and I have seen the pain and guilt in his eyes. He has carried this burden for far too long, bearing the blame for something he never did.As his friend—his brother—I have stood by him, even when the darkness threatened to consume him. I have watched him walk the thin line between loyalty and betrayal, never certain which side he would fall on. He never wanted to hurt you, Kane, even when it seemed like he did.I promised King I would deliver this letter to you only when he was gone. I am keeping that promise, though it pains me more than I can say.Kane, be careful. The shadows that haunted King for years are still out there, waiting, watching. Who can you truly trust?If I am st
After his conversation with Leonard Cohen Marchetti—King's brother—Kane stood motionless in the corner of his room, lost in thought. He couldn't just remain in hiding. He needed to act. But the problem was, he had no idea where to start. Should he go after King’s father to seek revenge? Should he even be barking up that tree?He didn’t know anymore.Being blamed by Leonard had forced Kane into a realization. Now, he understood what it felt like to carry the weight of guilt—even if he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger, even if he hadn’t physically killed King. It still felt as if he had contributed to his demise in a significant way.The pain and guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. It didn’t help that every time he closed his eyes, he could see King’s amber gaze staring back at him.His mind refused to accept that King was gone. To Kane, he was still out there—either stranded on that island or managing the company as if nothing had happened.He sighed, trying to push those thoughts
"BREAKING NEWS! January 3, 2025: A £5,000,000 ($6,100,000 USD) 20-carat black diamond, The KSI Eclipse, was stolen from KSI Headquarters in London. Authorities are searching for possible suspects and urge witnesses to contact them with information."Stan grinned while listening to the news on the large TV in the living room.“Center of attention, aren’t we? You’re all over the news.” He beamed at the guy holding a pistol in his right hand and a rug in his left, cleaning it spotless. The guy smiled proudly and continued his chore. After cleaning the pistol, he adopted a stance and aimed at the range target shaped like a human figure. His shot was spot-on—right on the head. “Let’s go?” he asked Stan as they prepared to head to a special room in the mansion. Just then, his friends arrived. “Wow, the price of the items you steal has gone up,” Marco said, making himself comfortable on the sofa. “Yeah, care to share how you managed to steal it? I want to learn from the best,” Ven
King’s amber-hued eyes were dazzling, yet they lacked life. Kane was determined, but something about King’s gaze unsettled him. The man in front of him—King—had agreed to his request and ordered his subordinates to leave without him. Now alone, Kane focused on the man seated beside him—the same seat Stan had occupied earlier. He had also asked Stan to leave once King’s subordinates had gone. “How was it?” Kane asked, twirling his wine glass without looking at King. “What?” King’s tone was playful and mischievous, unlike his usual cold and stoic demeanor. Kane turned to face him, once again struck by his eyes. He was furious but knew better than to lash out. “How does it feel, enjoying a company you stole and living with the hideous things you’ve done?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. His anger had never faded after all these years, and his goal remained unchanged—he wanted the man before him to suffer. But King didn’t react. He said nothing. What made it even more infuriatin
Kane woke up gasping for breath, trembling from a nightmare. It was the same nightmare every single time, reminding him of the pain. He was terrified for a while, sweat covering his face, but as he calmed down and looked around, he became alert. He remembered what had happened and immediately looked for his phone, but it was nowhere to be found. He scanned his surroundings and headed toward the door. He wasn’t expecting anything—he thought the door would be locked. But to his surprise, it was open. Scanning the place, he realized he was in a huge house—a mansion. He furrowed his brows as he walked around, ending up in the kitchen, where food was laid out on the dining table, but no one was in sight. The living room was also deserted, and an eerie silence filled the entire mansion. His gut tightened with anxiety. He had no idea what had happened to his friends. He was worried about the two of them, and his concerns doubled when he realized he hadn’t been alone in the car all thos
Morning came and Kane woke up early to check if the sleeping monster outside was still alive, but he stopped midway. The monster he's referring to was cooking. King's back was facing him, and from where Kane stands, he can see how King cooks breakfast. King would move and stop, as if he was thinking of something. Then he would move again, and then he'd stop. His shoulders were slumped, and even though Kane couldn't hear him clearly, he knew that King had been sighing repeatedly. He wants to laugh sarcastically. Early in the morning, and this is what he'll see. Oh well, at least he's now awake, 'I can now go back.'He had only taken a few steps towards the dining table when King immediately noticed him. King turned to face him, smiling as if greeting him good morning, but his eyes remained the same - empty. He just glared at him and sat at the table for six people. "How's your stay?" King asked in a laid-back tone, which caused him to raise an eyebrow."Horrible. I want to go home n
After his conversation with Leonard Cohen Marchetti—King's brother—Kane stood motionless in the corner of his room, lost in thought. He couldn't just remain in hiding. He needed to act. But the problem was, he had no idea where to start. Should he go after King’s father to seek revenge? Should he even be barking up that tree?He didn’t know anymore.Being blamed by Leonard had forced Kane into a realization. Now, he understood what it felt like to carry the weight of guilt—even if he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger, even if he hadn’t physically killed King. It still felt as if he had contributed to his demise in a significant way.The pain and guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. It didn’t help that every time he closed his eyes, he could see King’s amber gaze staring back at him.His mind refused to accept that King was gone. To Kane, he was still out there—either stranded on that island or managing the company as if nothing had happened.He sighed, trying to push those thoughts
For Kane,You will only receive this letter once King is dead. I write this to you with his consent, yet with a heavy heart. He never wanted you to know the truth, but I pleaded with him to let me write this—to give you closure.King didn’t kill your parents. I know the weight of his secrets has crushed him, and I have seen the pain and guilt in his eyes. He has carried this burden for far too long, bearing the blame for something he never did.As his friend—his brother—I have stood by him, even when the darkness threatened to consume him. I have watched him walk the thin line between loyalty and betrayal, never certain which side he would fall on. He never wanted to hurt you, Kane, even when it seemed like he did.I promised King I would deliver this letter to you only when he was gone. I am keeping that promise, though it pains me more than I can say.Kane, be careful. The shadows that haunted King for years are still out there, waiting, watching. Who can you truly trust?If I am st
It had been a week, yet Kane hadn't heard any news about King. Even Stan, Marco, and Ven had been trying to reach out to Raze, but every time they called, it wasn’t Raze who answered—it was always one of his underlings. And the response was always the same: 'Keep Kane hidden and stay safe.' That was it. No explanations, no further details. They took the instruction seriously, ensuring Kane was hidden well. They had brought him to Ven’s underground house—a secure, well-equipped hideout that remained nearly impossible to locate. This place wasn’t just any safe house; it was their fortress, their sanctuary. It was the headquarters where the team always gathered for meetings, planning their next move. But this time, the situation was different. They weren’t just here for a brief discussion—they were here to stay, indefinitely if necessary, until the threat passed. Of course, being the one protected didn’t sit well with Kane. He hated the feeling of being a liability. If it we
King expected Kane to be there when he regained consciousness, but the latter was nowhere to be found. His thoughts ran wild, and though he already had an idea of what might have happened, he refused to believe it right away. He quickly dressed, stepping out of the fortress with only one goal in mind—finding Kane. But when he searched, there was nothing. No trace of him. No sign that he had ever been there. King inhaled deeply, steadying himself before walking toward another fortress hidden within the mansion—this one concealed beneath Kane’s bed. He sat down in front of the massive screens that displayed real-time footage from the numerous CCTVs installed throughout the estate. Without hesitation, he rewound the recordings, his eyes scanning every frame for answers. Then he found it—the exact moment he was looking for. Kane wasn’t alone in the living area. Three others were with him. Stan, Ven, and Marco. King leaned closer to the screen, watching intently as the three
King barely had time to react before Kane was on him again, pressing him against the couch with an intensity that sent his pulse racing. Their lips crashed together in a heated, messy kiss—teeth clashing, and tongues tangling. King was even responding to Kane's kisses this time.King grunted as Kane’s fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back, exposing his throat. Kane’s lips were on him in an instant, biting, sucking, leaving marks that burned against his heated skin."Ugh!" He groaned. King grabbed Kane's shoulders and his fingers sank with intensity. Kane pounded on him and went back to his position earlier, his eyes glared over the thing that was standing proud in between King's legs. Without any thought, he leaned closer and placed both of his hands around it. It was warm and his own crotch down there was turning alive as well. He hisses repeatedly. He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't even entertain such thoughts but his mind doesn't have control over his body now. "I
It all started with a witty remark from King, but they both took it seriously. Kane was holding a paintbrush, mixing colors to get the desired outcome. He looked so serene, so focused, and though he wasn’t smiling, he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. On the other hand, King was biting the side of his mouth to hide his self-consciousness. Although he was a known cold and ruthless Cabecilla, he was never branded a Casanova despite his ethereal look for a certain reason. He never dated girls, never laid his hands on any woman, and always distanced himself, doing his best not to fall or give any importance to his romantic life—including his sex life. He was a virgin in this matter, so he was a bit confused about how to respond to Kane. He wasn’t even sure what Kane’s actions were indicating. But there he was, reluctantly removing his shirt, then his pants. The last thing at his disposal—his boxers. He looked in Kane’s direction, but the latter was busy mixing colors. H
King guided Kane to his room before leaving. He was about to go to the secret fortress to message Raze and get an update on their ongoing operation, but then he changed his mind. He wanted to make sure Kane was asleep first. He waited for an hour as he watched a movie, and afterward, he opened the door to Kane's room. He sighed in relief upon seeing him lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. King was hesitant to go near him, but he still did. This was one of those rare times he could see Kane looking so peaceful. "Never have I ever," he paused, still appreciating the serene view before him. "Never have I ever... not lied to you." Before he even realized it, a lone tear fell from his eye. He chuckled at the thought that crossed his mind. "Just when can I be honest? I already miss my friend... I already miss you, Kane." He could still remember the times they were together before everything was taken away before their eyes. They were just children back then, but he had a
"Never have I ever apologized for manipulating someone." "Never have I ever forgiven someone who hurt me deeply." "Never have I ever used a person I care about for my own gain." "Never have I ever not regretted meeting the person in front of me." King wanted to stop the game midway. Playing this game was a mistake! Kane never mentioned the organization or their past directly, but he was targeting him indirectly. All of Kane’s questions were harmless compared to the ones King had asked him. He kept drinking on Kane’s behalf, making his world spin. "Now, now, that’s clever of you. You never mentioned taboo words—literally." He emphasized the word 'literally,' but Kane just laughed. "My turn, then," King continued. "Never have I ever—" He looked into Kane’s eyes, clearly contemplating whether he should say it. "Hated the person in front of me." "Oh, you never hated me? Too bad. I hate you to the core." He shrugged and downed the liquor in front of him. "My turn." He pau
Morning came, and Kane woke up to the scent of grilled bacon. He was no longer surprised to see King cooking again. He walked towards the dining table, and his eyes landed on a phone sitting freely on top of it."As promised," King turned and even winked at him. "Thank you for taking care of me."King expected Kane to be mad again and to answer him sarcastically, but he didn't. Instead, Kane mumbled a "welcome," stunning him and making him smile.Kane saw that, but he kept noticing-King's smile never reached his eyes, and that annoyed him, even though he was delighted by the device in front of him-a phone, indeed.It had no SIM, as expected. No internet connection either. Just some applications.Kane grinned. He was content with that. Especially with his own realization-the phone and the CD, he had hidden them somewhere. That meant this house had some secret places, and he just had to find them."I know you want to leave. But once again, I'm only asking for a month. Please bear with m