His way

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 Kane 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.