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“I don’t love you anymore.”

It’s just five simple words yet they cut through Satoru like a million daggers. He chuckles, trying to speed up the punchline to the obvious joke and distill the dead silence but to no avail.

Across from him, his date and fiance, Suguru, is staring straight ahead, staring at Satoru but not looking at him. There isn’t a hint of amusement in his eyes nor a ghost of a smile on his lips. He’s as serious as a heart attack, and that’s when the panic starts to set in.

Unsure of what to say, Satoru absently looks around the private room inside the restaurant.

They’re the only ones in here while the rest of the place is packed out. It’s a popular, upscale restaurant in neutral territory. He rented out this room so that he could enjoy a romantic evening with his soon-to-be-wife, not knowing that things would turn out like this.

Their wedding is in a week. Next Saturday, he’s supposed to turn in his bachelor’s card and marry the love of his life. But now…

“I apologize for how sudden this is,” Suguru says, his voice thick with emotions. He blinks to keep a tear from falling. “But better late than never, right?”

“Are you saying you want to call off the wedding?”

“Naturally.”

The cold reply makes Satoru flinch. This doesn’t sound like Suguru. Not the Suguru he fell in love with despite his clan’s protests. Their families are not allies nor are they enemies but their paths shouldn’t cross.

While the Gojo family operates in the criminal underworld, the Geto family is full of public officials and upstanding citizens. One could argue that public officials are just as corrupt as the yakuza but the Geto family are one of the few with a mostly clean slate. Suguru was willing to leave all of that prestige and honor behind and be shunned by society just to be with Satoru.

“Are you afraid of my lifestyle?” Satoru asks. “Is that why you’re having second thoughts? I’ve told you that you’ll only be a yakuza’s bride in name. You don’t have to dirty your hands.”

Suguru sighs and places his napkin over his plate to signal the end of his meal. “That has nothing to do with my feelings toward you,” he says as he removes his diamond engagement ring.

Seeing him remove the ring is another stab to Satoru’s heart. “Suguru, are you serious?“ he asks, stunned. “Baby…what’s wrong? Is someone making you do this?”

That’s the only other thing that makes sense to Satoru. Despite Suguru being strong willed none of this feels like his own actions. They’ve been together for two years, and though that may seem like a short time to some, it feels like Satoru has known Suguru his whole life.

Nothing about their relationships has been easy, either. Except for how easy it is to love each other and talk to each other. So all of this is coming from way left field.

They had to literally fight for the right to be together yet now Suguru is saying he doesn’t love him anymore. It doesn’t add up.

“Satoru, don’t make this any harder than it already is.” Suguru places the engagement ring in the middle of the table. “Just let me go.”

“No, I’m not doing that.” He refuses to let go of the one good thing in his life. “I’m not letting you go.”

“You don’t have a choice. Contrary to what you think, you can’t always have things your way.”

As if to further prove that, Suguru scoots his chair back and gets up. He demurely pulls his dress down before he takes his leave. When he walks past Satoru, his sweet scent fills Satoru’s nose, making his chest burn and his heart ache. Picking up the engagement ring, he quickly stands up and walks after Suguru.

Their server tries to ask if they require any assistance but Satoru ignores the man as he tries to catch up with Suguru’s long stride. Even in heels he walks fast and confidently.

“Suguru, wait!” Satoru shouts, not caring that they’re in the busier part or the restaurant now with people looking at them.

Suguru keeps walking toward the front door without taking a look back at him. He only stops to get his coat from the lobby. As he’s slipping into the long coat, Satoru touches his arm.

“Suguru, don’t do this to me,” he says. The heir to the Gojo family and one of the most feared alphas in the city is begging for an omega to stay. How pathetic. “Baby…you know how much I love you.”

To his credit, Suguru actually looks as if he’s about to break down and start crying. But he swallows down those tears and he holds his head high. Tugging his arm away, he puts on his coat and leaves the restaurant.

“Anesan, is everything okay?” one of Satoru’s guys asks as Suguru walks by them.

Satoru is too stunned to catch whatever Suguru says to him. He watches through the glass doors as Suguru gets into a taxi cab that wastes no time driving off into the night.

“Did you upset Anesan?” his subordinate, Yūta, asks as he stands on the sidewalk outside the restaurant staring down the street the taxi took.

“Go and pay for our dinner,” is all Satoru says.

Yūta looks as if he’s going to say more but he can tell from the tone of Satoru’s voice that now isn’t a good time to be insubordinate. He goes into the restaurant to take care of the bill while Satoru takes out his phone to call Suguru.

Alphas know when they’ve found their mate, and that’s how he feels about Suguru. He can’t just allow things to end this way. None of this feels right, either. And no, he isn’t narcissistic enough to believe that he’s too amazing for anyone to fall out of love with. But Suguru no longer loving him feels like a lie.

Satoru can vividly remember the last time they kissed, and how that kiss eventually lead into passionate sex that neither of them planned. Suguru initially wanted to wait until their wedding to go all the way but they both gave in to their hearts. It was the moment that solidified their feelings for one another.

Now, just a couple of weeks later, Suguru wants to walk away from everything.

The call goes straight to voicemail so Satoru tries to call Suguru again. The second call also goes to voicemail, leaving him to wonder if Suguru has already blocked him.

Feeling lost, Satoru staggers down the sidewalk and starts walking without a destination in sight. He can hear cars racing past and other sounds of the Tokyo nightlife but it all just blurs by, feeling like moments from a dream.

Yet again, he tries to give Suguru a call to no avail. The calls keep going to voicemail but he keeps trying, he keeps holding out hope that the call will connect and Suguru will laugh and tell him that this was one big prank.

A cruel prank, but a prank nonetheless.

It hurts like hell but Satoru will find it in himself to shrug it off and forgive Suguru. Because at least then they’ll be together. He’ll cast aside his pride, ignore the bitterness in his heart that was caused by the humiliation he felt at the restaurant, and he’ll forgive Suguru. That’s how much he wants to be with him. That’s how much he loves him.

But by the tenth unanswered call, Satoru has no choice but to accept things for what they are.

Damn, he doesn’t know what hurts most. Hearing Suguru tell him that he doesn’t love him anymore or realizing that Suguru doesn’t love him anymore. Perhaps it’s a little bit of both.

This is the first time he’s experienced real heartbreak. Had he known it could hurt this much he never would’ve allowed himself to love in the first place. Satoru’s throat burns, and it feels like it’s starting to close on him, cutting off his air supply. He can feel tears bubbling up in his throat.

Is this what drowning feels like?

“Boss, where are you going?” Yūta asks as he slowly drives beside Satoru who has walked far away from the restaurant without realizing it. “It’s starting to rain. Please get in!”

Satoru blinks when a raindrop hits his hand.

At least he has an excuse for the wetness on his face. He gets into the backseat of the car, and his scent lets Yūta know that he isn’t in a talking mood. The radio is turned up, too, making it easier for Satoru to mask the sound of his crying.

Suguru did what no one else in this god forsaken city could do - hell, what nobody in the entire world could do. He broke Gojo Satoru.

The news of their break up soon spreads throughout the city. In Tokyo, a secret can never remain a secret for long no matter how much Satoru tries to keep a tight lid on things there’s always someone running their damn mouth.

But what can he do about it? He got dumped by the love of his life and he’ll probably die alone. That kind of end seems fitting for a murdering, corrupt bastard like him.

Maybe this is his karma or something.

Satoru tries his best to return to his regular routine of being a yakuza boss in training but it’s obvious to himself and those around him that the passion just isn’t there anymore. He used to break about five noses a day but now he can barely rough up two measly foot soldiers before handing the reins over to one of his subordinates.

His father and the rest of his clan tell him that he needs to let “the uppity bitch” go and marry a true yakuza’s bride; some omega from one of the families. But Satoru doesn’t see himself getting involved with anyone else for a long time. One doesn’t just get over someone like Geto Suguru.

But apparently it’s very easy to get over someone like Gojo Satoru.

“What in the fuck? Are you kidding me?” Satoru asks after Yūta shares some news with him. “Do I look like I’m in a joking mood?”

Yūta takes a cautious step back, but he doesn’t stand down on his words. “I’m serious, Gojo-sama,” he says. “Anesan’s engaged. It’s not exactly a secret.”

Of course, Satoru wouldn’t be privy of what the streets are talking about considering he’s been living like a recluse for the past month. He’s had no luck contacting Suguru and he hasn’t seen him since that night at the restaurant. He tried to get in touch with him but Suguru burned every bridge that connected them.

Now apparently he’s engaged.

“To who?” Satoru asks, still in disbelief.

Was everything they shared a lie?

Yūta hesitates, shifting from one leg to the other. “Boss, promise me you won’t blow up…”

Satoru isn’t going to promise that. “Who?” he asks again, his tone implying that he isn’t going to ask again.

“Zenin Toji.”

Despite Yūta’s fears, Satoru doesn’t blow up.

Not immediately, anyway. He snorts under his breath and then he chuckles because that is honestly the craziest thing he’s heard since Suguru told him he didn’t love him anymore.

What are the odds of his ex-fiance getting engaged to a member of a family his family has despised for centuries?

The Gojo and Zenin families have been at each other’s throats since before Tokyo was even Tokyo, back when it was known as Edo, and possibly long before that. Currently they’re not wrapped up in a gang war that is threatening to drown the city in blood and bullets but with this news this period of false peace may finally be at an end.

“Who told you this?“ Satoru asks, still smiling because if he allows himself to get angry he’ll do something reckless.

“Everyone’s talking about it. The Zenins are hosting a ball this weekend to commemorate the union between two great families—”

“What in the fuck is Suguru doing?” Satoru shouts. Well, so much for holding his anger in. “Is he out of his mind? Does he want me to kill every fucking person in the Zenin family?!”

Yūta flinches as if those words physically wound him. “Gojo-sama…the family won’t support you if you go to war with the Zenins…they never approved of your marriage to Anesan..”

“Where will the ball be held?”

“Gojo-sama, please—”

“You must have a death wish since you keep making me repeat myself. I asked you a question!“

Yūta sighs, hanging his head in defeat. “Downtown at the Emerald Door.”

The Zenin’s ritzy hotel, the Emerald Door is in neutral territory but it's not a place where enemy syndicates are welcome. Going there alone no less is just asking to get killed but Satoru is so desperate to know why Suguru chose some random Zenin cunt over him that he’ll risk it.

“Who in the fuck is Zenin Toji anyway?”

On second thought, that name does sound familiar but Satoru can’t put a face to it. Good thing Yūta did his homework.

“You may know him as Fushiguro Toji,” he says. “He was disowned by the Zenins when he was sixteen so he worked as a mercenary for about a decade before he was welcomed back into the family.”

“No one gets brought back into a family that disowned them unless they have something valuable.” Satoru thinks there is more to this than what meets the eye.

The only way to get down to the bottom of this is to go straight to the source.

The Zenin family pulls out all the stops for the ball, and to add salt to Satoru’s wounds, the Geto family is also in attendance. Last time he checked, they were too good to mingle with known crime families yet here they are rubbing elbows with one of the worst.

Because Satoru is a local celebrity he isn’t able to slip into the Emerald Room unnoticed. Usually, he would try to avoid the paparazzi at all cost but he purposefully has his limo driver drop him off at the front of the hotel so that he can walk on the red carpet and be seen by the journalists and paparazzi who are snapping photos outside.

Some of them try to ask him questions but he ignores them. He’s just here to be seen. If he goes missing somehow, there'll be enough evidence placing the Emerald Room as his last known location.

His family will avenge the loss of their precious heir no doubt.

“Looks like this dull evening is about to get interesting.”

At the sound of the voice, Satoru bristles but he keeps his cool. Turning around, he comes face to face with Zenin Naoya who is probably the only person dressed in a crisp white tuxedo. He does love to stand out. A tattoo of two snakes are curling around his neck, their eyes a rich green.

Satoru is wearing a standard, black tuxedo with a blue rose on his lapel; Suguru’s favorite. Because despite the blood on his hands he’s the sentimental type. “Naoya, don’t be rude. Show me to the open bar,” he says, smirking. “I am a guest, after all.”

“You don’t drink.”

That’s true, he doesn’t drink but he thinks he may need a drink tonight. Even if it would be unwise to let his guard down while he’s in the snake’s den.

They fall into step together, moving through the main foyer to walk through the open doors of the massive ballroom. The walls and ceiling are covered in baroque architecture, making it look like they’re in some European city. A live orchestra is playing on stage, and from the looks of things the guests of honor have yet to arrive.

“Here to get your omega back from my uncle?” Naoya asks. He picks up two chutes of champagne from a passing server’s tray, offering one to Satoru.

Satoru declines so Naoya shrugs and keeps both flutes for himself.

“So, this Toji guy is your uncle?” Satoru eyes, scanning his eyes around the ballroom. He sees a lot of familiar faces.

“Apparently. I haven’t seen him since I was a pup.”

The funniest thing about this interaction between him and Naoya is that they have tried to kill each other on several occasions, and if things go wrong tonight they’ll probably end up trying to kill each other again. They’re not friends at all. But since their families have been beefing since they needed training wheels on their bikes it makes sense that they know alot about each other.

Keep your enemies close, and all of that.

Naoya is drinking his second glass of champagne when his father has the ballroom quiet down enough for him to make an introduction. About fifty or so wealthy assholes dressed in their finest garbs clap as two people join Zenin Naobito on stage.

At the sight of Suguru holding the hand of a hulking alpha with a snake tattoo on the left side of his ruggedly handsome face, Satoru feels sick to his stomach with bitter jealousy.

It doesn’t help that Suguru looks drop dead gorgeous tonight in an emerald gown that’s sleeveless with a form-hugging corset top and a sweeping skirt. His long hair is pulled up, showing off his swan neck and the emerald choker that is probably his engagement gift. His lips are painted red and his purple eyes are adorned with sharp liquid eyeliner.

Satoru feels nauseous. This used to be his omega, his everything, and now this fucking nobody thinks he can have him.

“You might want to cool it with the bloodlust, Satoru,” Naoya whispers to him. “You’re not in your neck of the woods, you know.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Satoru bites back. “That’s my omega!”

“Was your omega. My family has a sweet deal with the Geto family that I can’t let you ruin.”

Feeling something hard pressing against his back, Satoru stiffens. “Is that your dick or a glock?” He jokes. He knows it’s the latter. “You’re going to shoot me in front of all of these people. There’s some politicians in here, too.”

“They all work for us. So, what’s it going to be? You're going to be a good boy and enjoy this lovely evening or will you make me do something I’d rather not.”

Satoru watches the way Toji touches the small of Suguru’s back as he shows him off to the onlookers, looking smug.

He grits his teeth. “I’ll be on my best behavior,” Satoru says with false politeness. “All I want to do is wish the couple a happy union.”

Naoya returns his gun to its hiding blaze under his blazer. “Bullshit. I know you’re dying to kill everyone in here. But if you really care about Geto, you’ll behave.”

With that Naoya takes his leave. He can’t be seen mingling with their mortal enemy for too long.

Even though no one has come out to drag Satoru out of here, he knows that there are eyes on him. He doesn’t exactly blend into the crowd. But despite Naoya’s boasting no one will make a move on him while he’s in front of all of these politicians and big wigs.

There are certain rules that everyone has to follow.

In order to keep the “upstanding citizens” in attendance happy, the Zenins will refrain from conducting any illegal activity in front of them. It helps them keep their image clean. With so many news reporters outside of this place, they’d be stupid to attack Satoru out in the open. But that doesn’t mean that he’ll be granted full immunity.

As soon as he steps into a restroom or a dark hallway, they’re going to close in on him.

Well, if they think they’re going to get rid of him easily they have another thing coming.

Soon, Suguru and his fiance leave the stage to mingle with guests. Satoru keeps an eye on them from afar, keeping himself out of sight. When the two leave the main ballroom and disappear to the back, Satoru follows them.

“I’ve already told you that I want to wait until the wedding,” Suguru is saying quietly. “Stop it…” He shoves Toji away to prevent a kiss.

A deep and gruff voice says, “Does it matter? I’m going to be your husband in a few days. I want to know if that pussy is worth all this trouble…”

Satoru reaches for one of the guns that’s in his shoulder holster but he’s soon reminded that Suguru can take care of himself.

“This pussy is worth more than your pathetic existence which is why you need me in order for your family to accept you,” Suguru all but growls. “Keep your dick in your pants or I’ll rip it off, dear fiance.”

Satoru smirks, feeling proud. Even though Toji’s wide back is blocking Suguru’s face from his view, he can practically see the glare on his face. Toji seems to like that, though.

“Marrying you is going to be worth dealing with my family again. I look forward to our wedding, darling.”

“Leave me alone. I need privacy.”

Toji hesitates, and for a moment Satoru wonders if he can sense him. But then Toji leaves and returns to the ballroom.

Satoru follows Suguru down the dim corridor that leads to a stairwell. Keeping a distance, he follows Suguru up the stairs to where some of the exclusive hotel rooms are. Peeking around a corner, he watches Suguru enter one of the rooms. Before the door can close shut, he grabs it and slips inside.

“Suguru.”

Suguru all but jumps out of his skin. He whips his head around. “Satoru…what are you doing here?”

It’s been a month since Satoru has been this close to Suguru, and he’s taken aback by his beauty. He almost forgets why he came here. Lost in his thoughts of longing and heartbreak, he slowly approaches Suguru.

“Satoru, you shouldn’t be here.”

“Do you love him?” Satoru asks. He stops in front of Suguru, staring him square in the eyes. “Is that why you left me? Because you love him?”

Suguru sighs. “I don’t have time for this. I have to go out there-”

“You’re going to make time and tell me why you ripped my heart out and stepped on it, Suguru!” He’s been waiting to get that out for a while now. “Don’t try to blow me off. I deserve to know!”

“I’ve already told you! I don’t love you anymore! What do you not get?”

“You’re lying. You do love me.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel!”

“Then kill me.” Satoru takes out one of his guns, offering it to Suguru. “Blow my fucking brains out right here, right now. Because that’s the only way I’m going to stop wanting you and chasing after you!”

Suguru stares at the gun, his eyes watery. “Satoru, stop this…”

“I’ll stop when you stop lying to me.”

“How narcissistic do you have to be to pull some shit like this?” Suguru steps back, making it clear that he wants no part in this. “Why can’t you accept that I just don’t love you anymore?”

Satoru takes the gun and aims at his own head, right over his temple, feeling desperate and insane. He feels like he can’t fucking breathe. Every time Suguru says he doesn’t love him anymore his heart shatters over and over again.

“Then what’s the point of living if I can’t be with you, Suguru?”

Suguru’s eyes widen. He steps forward. “Satoru, stop! Don’t fucking guilt trip me!”

“I’m not. I just feel hopeless. What in the fuck else am I supposed to do without you?”

“Give me the gun, Satoru.” Suguru takes another step forward. Tears are running down his face, messing up his makeup. “Please, baby, give me the gun…”

Satoru closes his eyes. Hearing Suguru call him ‘baby’ while using that gentle tone makes him think of the first time they made love. He wishes he could go back to that night at his penthouse. They were on the alpaca rug, the fireplace was lit, and everything was perfect. It was the first time he told someone he loved them and actually meant it.

Suguru carefully takes the gun from him. “I’m going to get your other gun, okay?” He removes Satoru’s blazer first, letting it drop to the floor and then he takes the other gun. “Do you have another gun on you?”

“No. I didn’t come here to start shit.” He opens his eyes and watches Suguru place the guns on the dresser. “I came here for you.”

“Satoru, please leave. This is hard enough as it is.”

“Are they blackmailing you?”

“Please…”

“What dirt does the Zenin family have on you?”

Suguru drops his head, looking as if he’s at his wit’s end. “I like the way Toji fucks me,” he says. He turns around and looks at Satoru as he leans on the dresser, his head tilted. “Is that enough of a reason for you?”

“He’s never fucked you.”

“How do you know?”

Satoru walks over to Suguru. “Because you’re still mine.” He puts his hand around Suguru’s throat, his grip possessive yet gentle. “No matter how much you deny it, you’ll always belong to me.” He pulls Suguru forward, still holding him by the neck, and he kisses him.

The moment their lips touch, all of the façades fade away, and Suguru’s true emotions show. He moans into the kiss and hugs Satoru’s neck, pulling him closer as if he’s been yearning for his touch ever since they broke up. His lips are soft and so sweet; just as Satoru remembered. It pisses him off to think that someone else has tasted these lips.

But then again, for all he knows, Toji and Suguru have never kissed. They’ve clearly never fucked.

Satoru doesn’t hold back. He reaches behind Suguru, grabbing his ass roughly and quickly as he slides his hands down to start pulling up his gown.

They bump into the dresser, and Satoru has half a mind to sit Suguru up there and fuck him on it but he misses the taste of him.

“Satoru, we shouldn’t…if they catch us,” Suguru whispers as Satoru sinks to his knees.

“Fuck them,” Satoru says. He lifts Suguru’s gown, seeing the garter belt he’s wearing, and he drags his hands down the nylon stockings that are trimmed in lace. He wants to fully undress Suguru, lay him out on the bed and take his time with him but most of all he wants to reclaim what’s his.

If Suguru is going home with Toji tonight he wants to send him home with a pussy full of his cum so that his “fiance” can know who he belongs to.

Satoru pulls Suguru’s lace panties down and Suguru steps out of them hurriedly. He holds his gown up for Satoru and places his right leg on his shoulder like he’s dying to have his tongue. His eagerness is telling.

“You really want me to believe you don’t love me anymore,” Satoru says in a hushed voice. He kisses Suguru’s wet cunt, noticing the way he shivers in response. “Look how wet you are for me. You’ve missed me, haven’t you?” He looks up at Suguru as he puts his mouth over his clit, no teasing or drawn out licks. He sucks on it, loving how sweet his juices taste.

Suguru throws his head back, biting his lips to muffle a moan. But a breathy, “Yes!” can be heard despite his efforts.

Hearing that, Satoru closes his eyes and savors this moment. The harsh reality is that this may very well be the last time he gets to do this. Whatever the Zenin family has over Suguru’s head is enough to make him call off their wedding and deny his obvious love for Satoru.

“Whatever it is, Suguru, you can tell me,” Satoru says while one of his fingers is curling inside of Suguru. He kisses his clit. “I’ll do anything for you. You know that.” He presses another finger in and starts sucking on his clit again.

Suguru digs his nails into Satoru’s shoulder, bucking his hips and moaning unabashedly. His eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open. Some of his hair has fallen and the long strands are sticking to his face.

Satoru removes his fingers and stops sucking on Suguru’s clit just long enough to place his left leg over his shoulder. Suguru’s back is pressed against the wall, and Satoru is cupping his ass as he eats him out. There’s a bed inside the room but it seems too far away.

“Satoru…I’m…wait…please…”

He knows what’s coming. He can feel it in the way Suguru’s tight walls are squeezing around his tongue as he tries to push it deeper inside of him. Satoru returns to his clit to help bring his baby closer to that euphoric release that only he can give him.

It always hurts as much as it feels good because Suguru is so damn sensitive, and the pleasure is always too much. So he tries to resist. He tries to run from the building pressure in the pit of his stomach that keeps rushing and rushing until it eventually explodes.

“Satoru!” Suguru screams as tears roll down his flushed face and his body spasms. He fists his hands in Satoru’s hair, trying to stop him from continuously licking his overstimulated clit. “Baby, no more…please!”

Satoru missed the taste of Suguru’s slick. He drags his tongue down his cunt, curling it so that he can catch every drop of sweetness.

Suguru is slowly rolling his hips. Even though it hurts he wants more of Satoru. He always wants more.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Satoru says. They still aren’t making use of the bed that’s inside of the room. Instead they’re on the floor right in front of the dresser; Suguru is straddling Satoru’s thighs as they share a messy kiss. “Tell me.”

“Satoru…”

“Tell me.”

“Please…you don’t understand…”

Satoru unclasps his pants and frees his hard cock. With one hand he raises Suguru up just enough to align his cockhead with his wet folds. Like a good boy, Suguru rubs himself against him, encouraging him. Any other time Satoru would’ve drawn it out more, made sure his baby was good and ready for him but the energy is different tonight. This truly feels like the last time.

Even though they both know it isn’t.

“Ahh!” Suguru hugs Satoru’s neck. “I’m yours!” He all but screams as his tightness is stretched by Satoru’s girth. “All yours!”

“I know, baby,” Satoru groans. He keeps a hold on Suguru’s ass as he starts to move him up and down on his cock. “I know you never stopped loving me…”

Suguru kisses the side of his face. “I’m sorry.” He’s crying and moaning and sounds so good despite how heartbreaking this all is. “I’m so sorry!” He sits back and stares at Satoru. “I love you!”

“I know.” Satoru kisses him. Gently at first, tasting his salty tears on his tongue. Soon, the kiss turns possessive and greedy, matching his thrusts. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me like that again, Suguru!” He digs his nails into the flesh of Suguru’s supple ass as he fucks him harder.

“I won’t! I’m sorry!”

Suguru is hugging his neck tightly, choking him a little but it feels damn good to be held by him and to be inside of him again. They fuck like they’re each trying to devour the other. Satoru keeps thinking about how he wants to imprint every inch of himself on Suguru so that everywhere he goes he’ll always have him on his mind.

There’s a sudden knock on the door that startles them both. A moment later, a young woman’s voice can be heard.

“Geto-sama, it is time for the toast.”

Satoru figures it’s unimportant so he starts to bounce Suguru on his cock again but Suguru stops him.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” he says.

Satoru starts moving again, forcing Suguru to cover his mouth with both hands as he moans. He likes the idea of fucking Suguru and being close to being caught.

“Mistress…are you well?”

Satoru kisses Suguru’s neck, sucking the skin over his Adam’s apple, hoping to leave a mark. Even though Suguru narrows his eyes at him, it obviously feels good.

“I…I’m fine,” Suguru says, his words tinged with a moan. “Just…a little…under the weather.”

Satoru is deep inside of him, ball’s deep, inside of his stomach damn near. The front of his tuxedo pants is wet with slick and he doesn’t mind one bit.

“May I come in?” the servant asks. “I can assist you.”

“No worries,” Satoru says before Suguru can speak. “I’m taking care of him!”

Suguru gasps. He tries to cover Satoru’s mouth but the damage has been done. When they don’t hear the servant again, they know she probably ran off to report this to the Zenins.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” Suguru asks, looking terrified.

Satoru kisses him. “Whatever it is, I’ll protect you, Suguru.” He kisses him again, this time deepening it as he fucks into him. “Stay with me and I’ll keep you safe.”

Suguru is crying again but he doesn’t pull away from the kiss. He leans into it, and moves his body against Satoru despite the impending doom that’s heading their way. They reach their climax together, and as promised Satoru releases inside of Suguru, filling him up. He puts Suguru’s panties back on without allowing him to clean his cum out.

“It can be a present for Toji,” Satoru says cheekily despite the acid in his stomach.

They’re sitting on the floor, both spent, as Satoru checks the ammo in his guns since he’s going to have to shoot his way out.

Suguru covers his face and lowers his head. “I fucked up…”

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Toji will kill my entire family if I don’t marry him. He needs their political power to earn favor with the Zenin and make sure his son becomes clan head.”

So, the Geto family aren’t actually guests. They’re hostages. Even though that’s bad news for them, it’s good news for Satoru because his suspicions were right.

Satoru smiles. “So, they are blackmailing you.” He knew Suguru still loved him. “Tell me what I need to do.”

“Satoru, if you get involved any more than you already have, it’ll start a war. Your family hates me so they won’t support a war if I’m the cause.”

That’s why Suguru felt like he had no other choice but to go along with Toji’s plans. That son of a bitch really tried to take his omega.

“My clan hates losing. They’ll go to war regardless.” Satoru hands one of his guns to Suguru. “Do you still remember what I’ve taught you?”

Suguru looks at the gun and then he looks at Satoru. “I don’t want you to go to war for me…”

“Well, that’s too bad. Come on, I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“Satoru, I really am sorry I hurt you like that. You know I love you more than—”

“You can make it up to me later.” Satoru gives Suguru the gun and they both stand up. They can’t waste any more time. “No matter what’s waiting for us out there, we’ll be together, okay?”

Suguru shakes the rest of his hair out of his updo. Then he smiles. “We’ll always be together.” He takes hold of Satoru’s free hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Then they leave the hotel room together without any plans of being torn apart ever again.

Even in death.

“Time to put this back where it belongs,” Satoru says as he slides the diamond ring on Suguru’s finger. When Suguru winces, he apologizes. “It was so sexy when you punched Naoya in the face.”

They’re at his penthouse sitting on the balcony, still dressed in their ball attire, looking like they’ve been through hell. Well, they have been through hell.

Suguru raises his bruised hand to admire his engagement ring, the diamond glinting as the sun rises in the distance. “It was sexy when you shot Toji in the knee cap,” he says. Then he puts his arms around Satoru’s neck. “I have a feeling you wanted to aim higher than that...”

Naturally, Satoru wanted to deliver a head shot but shooting someone in the kneecap is hilarious. He imagines once Toji recovers he’s going to want revenge, and that means he’ll get to shoot him in the other kneecap. It’s perfect.

As for the matter of Suguru’s family…

“We can deal with that after the wedding,” Satoru says, kissing Suguru sweetly. “I’m not going another day without being married to you. Can’t risk anyone trying to steal you again.”

Suguru laughs. There’s dried blood on his gown and his face and his hair is windblown. But he looks so happy to be back with Satoru. They had to fight their way out of the Emerald Door well into the early morning but it was some of the best fun they’ve had in a while. There’s nothing like shooting up the place with the love of your life.

“So, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Suguru asks with a mischievous grin.

“Vegas wedding?” Satoru asks. “We can take my jet there.”

“How soon can we be back in Tokyo? We have a gang war to fight, you know.”

“What if we left Tokyo for good? After saving your family, of course.”

“You mean leave it all behind?”

Satoru thinks he could do that. At the very least, he would be willing to do that for Suguru. Leave his clan behind, the responsibilities, and the constant pressure to overachieve and please. Suguru wouldn’t have to give up his life protecting a family who has always treated him like crap, either. He was willing to give up his own happiness for the sake of a bunch of pompous assholes who see him as nothing more than a bargaining chip.

They’re both better off without their families, and this rotten city.

“I don’t care where we go,” Suguru says. He hugs Satoru’s neck, and Satoru feels whole again after weeks of feeling empty. “I just want to be with you. Doesn’t matter if we go to Vegas or fucking wherever.”

Satoru takes hold of Suguru’s hand, kissing the back of it. “And think about our pups. We don’t want to raise them in this environment…”

“Pups? Who said I was going to let you knock me up?” Suguru jokes.

“First chance I get I’m putting a litter in you, Suguru.” Just the thought of Suguru pregnant with his pups is making Satoru excited. He starts to lift Suguru’s gown, his cock already hard and wanting.

Suguru brushes his hand away. “Hell no, I need to shower, Satoru! You too!”

Satoru laughs. “Okay, fair.” He kisses Suguru’s cheek. “But after our shower…” He whispers the rest into his ear, allowing a months worth of sexual frustration to boil to the surface.

“Sometimes I forget how disgusting you are,” Suguru says, making a face. But he’s not fooling anyone. He stands up and pulls Satoru up as well. “Let’s go shower. Then let’s see if you can make good on your promise…”

If nothing else, Satoru always makes good on his promises.

The end.