minseok's apartment

@Jongin Minseok groaned and mummbled "it was one of shinee's es... and I didnt pay her" he bit his lip mewling beneath Jongin.
Shinee were the rival gang who always used EXOs es and were too rough with them but at least paid them. Now Minseok had used a Shinee as his alibi for killing the CEO who was helping Shinee gain power. And he didnt pay her.

@Minseok Jongin rolled his eyes at the excuse. Of course Minseok had executed his last kill while receiving head, it seemed so very much his style. What the gang leader didn't like was putting his mouth where someone else had not even hours ago, the possessive flare inside of him sparking. It wasn't that Jongin had feelings for Minseok, but he felt a certain degree of ownership over people he slept with often, in his own weird little way. "And what would that be?" He hummed, pressing his tongue into the slit teasingly.

@Jongin Minseok groaned as his boss on him. When he stopped Mon blinked condused then chuckled seeing why "I Needed an alibi didnt I? Who would believe a man could kill a guy at the exact same time as he recieved a " he smirks and leans up on his elbows to look at Jongin "wanna know the best part?"

@Minseok A laugh escaped Jongin's lips and he paused his tongue to look up at Minseok with a playful glint to his dark orbs. "You know you are." He hummed, then took Minseok's tip into his mouth. he flattened his tongue and slid some of the length into his mouth, pressing hard against the underside of the other's . His hand on Minseok's hard length kept pumping what wasn't in his mouth, but then something caught Jongin's attention and he released the from his mouth with a tisk. "What's this Min?" He raised an eyebrow and touched a smear of lipstick on Minseok's , close to the base, "Mixing business with pleasure?" He asked, full amusement.

@Jongin Minseok moaned and harder and faster. Jongin was teasing him and it was really making his bosy heat up. When Jongin moved to take off their clothes Minseok threw bis shirt to the floor and lay back admiring Jongin's figure as the other stripped down.
Smirking as Jongin crawled back over him "you're eager tonight boss" he gasped at the sudden attention Jongin was giving . It caused a shiver to go through Minseok's body.

@Minseok The eagerness made Jongin smile against Minseok's skin, even harder to leave a pretty purple mark behind. The cool hair hitting his body made his s harden, and it felt unbelievably good against his hot skin. If Jongin didn't like those fancy suits so much he would have been a nudist, because he felt the most comfortable . If this were a punishment, Jongin would have never allowed Minseok to touch his , but the assassin had been good and done his job, so tonight was all about what he wanted. His hips bucked into the hold on his , a moan of approval passing his thick and swollen lips. Jongin's hand slipped into the other male's boxers, wrapping his fingers around Minseok's and giving it slow and tight pumps.
He let go only moment later, pulling back from Minseok's stroking on his own and standing at the end of the bed. He tugged Minseok's pants off, throwing them aside before he did the same with his boxers. Jongin also quickly slipped off his own pants, boxers, and his ed shirt to the floor before he crawled back up to Minseok. He stopped when his face was hovering over his length, a devilish smirk on his lips as he grabbed the assassin's and it from base to tip slowly.

@Jongin The sudden rush that went through Jongin caught Minseok by surprise and he gasped when the other took hold of his . He passionately returned the kiss, nipping and on Jongin's lip in return. His hands gripping the others hips even righter waiting for permission to remove his boss's clothing. Upon hearing the command Minseok's hands shot up to the shirt almost ripping the buttons as his hardened to the others touch. Minseok was never this eager with the proatitutes and s that line up to sit in his lap, its always the ones that are hard to get that make him hot under the collar and cause his pants to get tight. He allowed the moans to slip through his lips as Jongin riddled his skin with marks. His hands hurrying down to undo Jongin's pants after finishing with the shirt buttons. As soon as his pants were undone Minseok slid his hand in to grip Nongins hardening giving it a gentle squeeze before stroking slowly

@Minseok Something that fascinated Jongin about Minseok was getting see this different side of him that others didn't. He was this calm and calculated assassin, yet the gang leader didn't see that when he was alone with the other. The moan released into their kiss caused a wave of heat to flush down Jongin's body, going straight to his hardening . He tugged the other's pants down just enough to grip his length through the boxers, messaging and rubbing. His lips devoured Minseok's, taking the other's lower lip between his teeth roughly and nipping at it before on it. His body was already getting very hot, and his suit was not helping. He abandoned Minseok's for a moment to tug off his suit coat, then he went back to rubbing the other and moved his hips forward, clothed pressing against Minseok's .
" me." He commanded as he broke the kiss, hungry lips moving to Minseok's neck to bite and on the soft flesh. The assassin always looked even better when he was littered with little marks on his skin.

@Jongin Minseok smirked remembering how persistent Krystal was after getting Jongin's attention for one night. Minseok had to admit he loved how he could get Jongin's attention without trying but Krystal couldnt even when she tried.
He bit his lip when his boss grabbed the front of his pants. Obediently Minseok followed chuckling as the other practically threw him on the bed. His hands rested on Jongin's hips as he watched his boss open his shirt. His eyes closed as the man's fingers traced over Minseok's abs. He was fairly sensitive in that area and it tickled a little but not enough to make him laugh. His grip on the others hips got tighter as Minseok felt Jongin's lips on his own. Gladly he returned the kiss, his lips moving to fit perfectly with Jongin's. A small moan slipping from between his lips when the boss's fingers, which were undoing his pants, briefly brush against his . Be was still a little sensitive from the he recieved earlier tonight.

@Minseok Again, Jongin rolled his eyes. "Krystal isn't as nearly as good as people hype her up to be." He said with a shrug. He had ed her once a while ago, but he didn't care much for more. The head ache she gave him after ing from coming around looking for him or calling his business phone had not been worth the sub par . He sighed softly and trailed his fingers down, grabbing Minseok by the front of his pants and tugging him. "Come on, I don't exactly feel like ing you on tile." He led the assassin into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed. Jongin's fingers quickly finished ing Minseok's shirt, exposing his abs that the leader just loved to trace with his fingers. He did so, feeling the tight muscles. A dark look crossed his features, smirk still playing over his thick lips. Jongin leaned down, attaching their lips while his hands moved to undo the assassin's pants.

@Jongin Minseok gave a short cold laugh at the others comment. He knew all about the assassins Jongin had aside to kill his killer. He might manage to get some of them first in the chance they ever tried to kill him, but he wasnt sure he could get all of them. Not that it mattered, Minseok wouldnt kill Jongin, at least not intentionally. "Well boss you know how persuasive Krystal can be." He watched Jongin come closer knowing what Jongin had in mind. Minseok enjoyed these moments with Jongin, but they never meant anything, he would never get disappointed if nothing happened as he never allowed himself to get excited for it to begin with. "I believe that is our arrangement" he responded calmly as Jongin's finger trailed the exposed part of his chest.

@Minseok ( mkay^^ )

@Jongin (Might switch but you can top this time ^-^)

@Minseok ( quick question, who tops or do you want to switch? )

@Minseok Jongin just laughed softly, knowing very well that the assassin had probably been prepared to throw that dagger any second before he revealed himself. "And if you did, you would be a dead man." He said playfully, though it wasn't wrong. Jongin has always been a rather salty on the topic of his death. He has a contract with a group of assassins to kill his killer in the event of his death, and a heavy amount put aside for them if that day were to ever come.
He walked towards Minseok and into the kitchen, "Men are fools when they're only thinking with their ." Jongin rolled his eyes. He was a fool himself when it came to , but he never allowed himself to think with his . He had too much on the line to allow such stupidity, that's how people ended up dead in the gutter. "I believe I owe you a reward then Minseok." He hummed, one hand reaching out to slid a finger along the exposed area of the other's chest.

@Jongin Soon as the figure spoke Minseok rolled his eyes. It was only Jongin. Its not that he waa being disrespectful to his boss by rolling his eyes, it was more that he had very nearly thrown the knife from his position at the fridge, if he bad Jongin would be dead.
Tossing the knife onto the shelf to his right Minseok calmly informed "You were nearly a dead man boss"
He looked back at Jongin Minseok saw the small smile and smirked "The job went well. They are probably still trying to pull the knife from the CEO's chest to remove him from the wall I pinned him too" he chuckled adding "The bastard thought he was going to meet Krystal back stage. I asked her to lure him into place for me."

@Minseok The boredom was getting to Jongin. He had very little to do tonight, and nothing or no one to entertain him. He was a constantly moving or busy man, so moments of silence and peace like this were unsettling to Jongin. he would never admit it, but he hated being alone. The bleeding loneliness that crept into his mind and heart made Jongin feel panicked and stressed out. So instead waiting around for something to happen, Jongin took it upon himself to find something to do. He remembered that Minseok should be finished with his current job tonight, but knowing him he wouldn't come at a late hour to report in.

Jongin grabbed his suit coat and the keys to his Maserati, then headed towards the basement parking garage through his private elevator. He drove perfectly, never going too fast to draw attention and obeying the laws of the road to keep any police from pulling him over. That was something a prominent gang leader did not need, getting pulled over by a police officer. He had a lot of cops on his payroll, but not all. The drive to Minseok's wasn't too long, and soon he was parking his car in front of the apartment building and then going inside. He took the elevator up, then let himself in with a spare key he had made. It was a security measure Jongin took with all of the top members of his gang, keeping a copy of their house key. Some of them knew about the key, others didn't.

Minseok was still away, so he sat down in the armchair in the darkened area of the assassin's living room and waited. He didn't have to wait very long, because soon the other was walking in the door and heading into the kitchen area. The glimpse of the other's chest that was peaking out made Jongin's lips curve into a smirk. He knew very well that it was stupid to sneak up on an assassin, but he was still alive so he wasn't too worried about it any more. He tisked quietly and watched as Minseok looked ready to kill. "Down boy, it's just me." he said softly, standing from the chair and into the light. "I just thought I'd check up on you, see how you did tonight." He hummed. This was always the most thrilling part of Minseok's jobs, when he succeeded or failed. Even though he preferred success, Minseok failing every now and again was also fun for Jongin because of the punishments.

@Jongin Sitting in the farthest corner from the dance floor, cold black eyes scanned the nightclub. A glass containing a blood red liquid moved to his lips, the calm slender fingers of his left hand holding the stem of his martini glass, as he sipped the delicous beverage. His right hand resting on the head of the girl currently on his .
A figure in the crowd caught his cool glare and his right hand left the girls head, though she did not stop.
Calmly Minseok slid a small knife out of his pocket and watched his target moving across the dancefloor. As soon as the figure moved into the light Minseok flicked his wrist as the knife flew across the club. As Minseok placed his hand back on the girls head and allowed her to hear a small grunt of pleasure pass his lips, the target slumped against a wall the knife buried in his chest. The job was done and now Minseok could enjoy the he was receiving. He up into the young girls mouth grunting with pleasure as she moaned and occassionally choked on him. He held her hair back and watched her cute lips move up and down . Groaning as it diaappeared into her hot mouth. Without warning her he held her head forced his deep into and came heavily. "Swallow it" be ordered coldly as he pulled out. He didnt want a drop spilt. The girl did as he said and looked up clearly wanting more, perhaps for the favour to be returned, but Minseok didnt care. He tidied himself up and left without a word.
The drive home was short, quick and uneventful. Minseok had finished the first job from the list his boss, Jongin had given him.
Jongin is the closest thing Minseok has to a friend. He is one of the few people Minseok will speak too.
Usually Minseok would go straight to Jongin to report the job done but it was late and he didnt like to disturb Jongin this late. He knew there was a high chance his boss was otherwise engaged at this time and would be unavailable to speak with. So instead Minseok would report in tomorrow morning.
He parked his car and headed up to his apartment, fishing his key out of his pocket as he stepped out of the elevator and turned left.
Once inside Minseok kicked off his shoes by the door and sighed stretching his arms as he removed his jacket. He rolled his head to stretch his neck as he started to his shirt, walking towards the kitchen as he did so, he stopped when the shirt was half ed as he sensed another presence in the apartment. Calmly he went to his fridge and took out a bottle of soju, a knife in the right sleeve of his shirt ready to throw at an intruder. Casually he turned to his livingroom , knowing there was someone there. Stepping into the doorway between his kitchen and livingroom he looked over at the armchair where a figure sat in the dark.
Silently waiting for the figure to move or speak.