"Do you know any method of contact for editor Rossi from Il Gazzettino?" As Keiseimaru climbed on top of his lap, Rakkagiri asked.
"Why, I did not think you would ask me for this kind of insight. My answer is no, at the moment, but I can try asking around."
"Don't just try, do it for real."
"Alright alright, Mr Curmudgeon. But you gotta pay it all up. Ain't gonna be cheap."
"I will." Kissing Keiseimaru's ears, Rakkagiri's hand gently stroked his thigh. "When can I see you again? For the results."
"Next weekend… would be the latest. But don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for long."
And it ended with a kiss from Keiseimaru, as he pushed Rakka's hair back to kiss him. Keeping his eyes closed, Rakka was trying to scratch his mind for an explanation that could help him comprehend whatever the hell was going on in Keiseimaru's head. But they probably had the same thought - that instead of killing each other, they could kiss and end up suffocating each other.
"Why don't you accept money as payment for your data?" The caporegime suddenly asked, while Keiseimaru was leaning in to kiss his neck. His hand was placed as far as possible from his necklace, avoiding the cross that lay still on his chest.
"Well, you know the saying. Money can't buy everything. Especially what I want."
"There's something you want so badly but can't buy?"
"Yes. Is it odd to you?"
"Normally I would say no."
"Hmm."
"Money cannot get me what I want as well."
"Well then, we're two greedy bastards aren't we?"
"It's one of humanity's greatest sins."
"Is this from the Bible?"
"Yeah."
"So what? You've crossed the line already, it's fine to add one more sin to the list. Or are you just trying to save your ass for a place with lots of sunshine and a nice view in heaven? What are you gonna do, negotiate with God?"
To Keiseimaru's sacrilegious take, Rakka only snorted:
"Let me get this straight. I won't go to heaven, now that's for sure. I know where I'm going from the beginning. This is probably my trial run before I actually end up in purgatory."
"How do you know?"
"Because no angel could be as forgiving nor as beautiful as you."
To stop Rakkagiri from spitting any further nonsense, Keiseimaru decided to lock his lips with him. He secured the kiss for as long as possible, or until Rakka had to pull away, out of breath. Keiseimaru thought he would be the one to show him what hell looks like. His eyes narrowed, as his hands roamed all over Rakka's body, feeling the muscles underneath every layer of garment.
All of a sudden, his hand reached for Rakka's head, pushing him closer. His usually pale skin seemed to have gained a new color, one of liveliness. It was only in moments like this where the man who seemed to have no desire over earthly matter revealed his fervent passion, one that could burn away anything, were they unable to withstand him. Sliding his hand right into Rakkagiri's shirt, tracing his neck, the lines of his collarbones, to his chest, and stomach. With every pause his hand made, Rakka's shirt also got unbuttoned. Contented with what he saw, Keiseimaru's hand soon found its place just below Rakka's belt, on top of a spot that was slightly poking up beneath his trousers.
"No need to hold back."
Every word was carefully whispered into Rick's ear, before his legs got wrapped around his waist.
The caporegime tried his best not to let it get to his head. But in the end, his hand still reached to grab Keiseimaru's face, pulling him into a kiss so pure it's violent. His smart tongue, that had made its way around in life, was pressed down, licked on, and played by Rakka's, as he savored the moment. They were deep in each other's embrace as both fought even in their kiss, before eventually breaking away.
Though Rakka was the one who brushed Keiseimaru's hair back rather harshly, he was also the one who would brush his hand on his cheeks tenderly, like a lover. The informant had no idea it was just the beginning.
Rakkagiri's hasty actions were not a problem to Keiseimaru. Instead, he raised his hips in an almost inviting manner, even teasing Rakka with his leg. Nudging his thigh towards his partner's hand, Keisei wanted him to touch him all the way up to his waist. Rakka's impatience was seeping through his actions - and he was loving it. Their status as dealers of the underground world was lost in the night. As he found his place atop of Rakka's crotch, their shirts fell to the floor. Resting his head on Rakka's shoulder, he knew he was ready to give in to this man's embrace.
Though his expression barely changed, Rakkagiri's eyes were hinting at something else. Slowly losing his patience, Keiseimaru latched onto him, showing no signs of letting go any time soon. Without another spare minute to keep his partner waiting, Rakka pinned him down to the bed and started kissing like crazy. His mouth worked diligently, as he started to lick every inch of exposed skin. All the while, Keiseimaru was extremely cooperative, even rolling up his shirt to make things easier for Rakka.
Keiseimaru legs, although slender and pale, were scattered with scars like the legs of a true adventurer; of which Rakkagiri took no time to pry them open with only one hand. With his back on the bed, Keiseimaru invited Rakka to join him, presenting his body with such pride that no one could even barely match. Whilst Rakka's devotion was towards a God whose existence covered his heart, Keiseimaru's pride was like a sword piercing through even the strongest of armours. That only made Rakkagiri want to have him even more - so that he could grab Keisei's sword with his own hands and overthrow him from his throne of lies.
With a heave-ho rhythm they've both gotten used to, Rakkagiri started to insert himself into Keiseimaru. As he lifted the latter's legs up and placed them on his shoulders, his penile length started to make its entrance, slowly and gently. There was no need for any reassuring words, when from the beginning it was their intention to make it hurt, so that the pain would engrave themselves into their partner's heart and body. Slowly, Rakka picked up his pace, thrusting faster and faster with every passing minute.
Even in a hurry, Rakka could still find some time to gently kiss Keiseimaru's ear.
Under his messy hair, dampened by sweat, Keiseimaru's eyes still lit up with excitement. Clinging onto Rakka, he forced his partner to feel his back arching from the painful pleasures he was receiving.
"Can you see… just how badly… you're fucking me up…?"
Whisperings hidden under a layer of airy breaths only made what Keisei's words seemed more erotic. The room was filled with none but what could only be described as a mixture of obscene noises. Amidst all of that, Keiseimaru's voice lands on top. Arrogance never left his eyes, even when he was pulling Rakkagiri into a deep kiss right at the moment they found their flames intertwining.
Rakkagiri himself couldn't help but be enraptured at the way Keiseimaru's body was hungrily taking him in, wrapping himself around him, his temperature reaching fever pitch and higher with every thrust.
"Would you like me to come on you… or inside you?"
None of it mattered. Rakka's status, responsibilities and identity as caporegime of the Liotta family barely mattered to him as he spoke. With a heavy sigh, he shuddered at an euphoric sensation running through his body like a shockwave. Rakka held tightly to Keisei, who was clinging onto him and raising his hips as if leading him on his way towards the kind of ecstasy only they could find with each other.
Keisei was exceptionally cooperative as well - supposedly, he could melt into Rakka and became one with him just to fully be intoxicated by this moment, when his sensitivity was utilized to the max. They were no longer members of the underground community who ran this city in the dark, but two men simply being bound together by their most primal desires.
"Just come right where you are… I can't take it without you inside me…"
Keiseimaru's forehead was beaded with sweat. Though, his lower body was impatiently moving, as if asking for Rakka to go faster inside him. The euphoria he was feeling had already exceeded any expectation, leaving him immobile with satisfaction flowing over any thoughts remaining. Quiet whimpers finally made their way out of his smart little mouth, which had tried to keep his voice down from the beginning. Holding Rakka closer, he tried to feel every muscle of him even in their slightest motions as his insides slowly became warmed from what was happening to them.
Almost lying on top of his partner, Rakkagiri could barely feel anything but the aftermath of the climax. He could feel Keiseimaru's warm liquid seeping out, but decided to turn a blind eye to it, directing all of his attention to the man underneath his body.
But it all happened in a heartbeat, before Rakka actually pulled out of Keiseimaru's still trembling body. He was already satisfied by his flexible body and the head-spinning sex they had, but he'd most definitely take those thoughts to the grave before voluntarily admitting it. Though, he did what a gentleman had to do, and carried Keiseimaru all the way to the bathroom for him to clean himself up before eventually leaving when the moon was still hanging high.