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.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