#fenrirprime

As much as you hated these outings, you found protecting Zenos far more important. While he’d probably enjoy the challenge, throwing himself into a hideout rife with the enemy, you figured you should at least even the odds and go with him, if only to make sure they didn’t try anything dirty.

A “peaceful” meeting was set up by Varis, who of course warned to stay on your toes because he wouldn’t put it past the lesser gang to try something dirty. You would be accompanied by a few of the lower ranked members of the Galvus gang, though even you knew it was more for show if both you and Zenos were going. To send only you two was immediately an insult; to send the heir with an entourage gave a false show of peace.

That, and despite having your face all over the news, you were still a bit of a secret weapon.

Your place as Zenos’ bodyguard had surely spread through the gangs of Kugane, but none could ever get a pin on just how strong you were.

Though you didn’t interact with the lower gang members much, your reputation was known, making you feared and immediately respected the moment it was time to set out for the Sekiseigumi hideout. Nothing visibly distinguished them from you, dressed in the same black suit, complete with a tie embroidered with the Galvus Industries logo.

You always remain silent on these trips, if only to keep the bile from getting too far up your throat. You would have to make men bleed, break arms, give concussions tonight. It never got easier, even after Zenos had given you the unofficial pass to never take another life so long as you worked for him.

The meeting would take place at the headquarters of the Sekiseigumi, Varis accepting nothing less unless the Sekiseigumi wanted to skip negotiations and go straight to court. Even though they were the instigators, the rival gang knew that Varis was king, and he wouldn’t even have to kill anyone to bring the Sekiseigumi under. He could do it all with nothing but powerful lawyers and years of stolen evidence.

Pulling up to the mansion, it’s styled in traditional Hingan style, with slanted roofs and stone walls, looking the very picture of historical luxury. The property is nowhere as large as Varis’ property, but no less impressive as the series of cars begin to park and the gang members begin to get out. Ardbert parks closest toward the gate, popping the trunk before he steps out of the car.

As he circles to the back, you get out of the car to let the man of the hour out, shoes crunching the fine, white gravel beneath your feet as you watch the rest of the gang members step out of their own cars. You had taken about fifteen members with you, just enough to be a decent meat shield and watch your six, if Varis’ logic was to be trusted.

Zenos had decided to forgo a blazer today, dressed in nothing but slacks and a button down from the work day earlier. His hair hangs loose around his shoulders, catching the moonlight within its golden strands.

Ardbert bows as he hands Zenos his katana, the heir’s eyes gleaming dangerously as his blue eyes snap to your own, a smirk gracing his lips. “If we are lucky, my beast, you may not have to fight at all. Perhaps your gods will bless you with favor, seeing fit to finally give the Sekiseigumi the sense they so desperately need.”

Flashing him a withering look, you cross your arms, choosing to stare at the mansion instead. “I already spend my days as the unluckiest woman in the world.” You grumble, beginning to head toward the mansion. “Let’s get this over with.”

Saying nothing else, your gang begins to head toward the mansion, your eyes scanning for any potential threats. You spread your senses out as best as you can, not seeing any potential snipers or anything of the sort.

Upon reaching the mansion, you are greeted by two women dressed in traditional Hingan yukata, bowing silently as they escort everyone through the home. The mansion is almost larger than it seems on the inside, the wooden floors creaking with every step, making you remember a book you read when you were younger at how old mansions would have noisy boards to catch would-be intruders. The inside is filled with cool lighting, all deep blues and violet hues behind paper shoji screens as you head down a series of halls.

Reaching a grand room, the doors slide open and a man kneels on the other side, flanked by his own men. His dress reminds me you of the legends of Doman shinobi, a myth as far as anyone in present day was concerned. You hang just behind Zenos, eyes not leaving any of the other men for one second as your gang files into the room. Golden tapestries hang from the ceiling displaying wealth, and bringing good fortune. The atmosphere is tense as silence looms above, Zenos staring down at the man kneeling before him.

“Please, sit.” The man offers, gesturing to the cushions upon the floor.

“No, Dojun-maru, I don’t think I will.” Zenos drawls, crossing his arms across his chest. “That we agreed to this meeting is a boon of itself. If it is all the same to you, I’d rather not stay here longer than necessary. Work today has bored me enough.”

Despite the obvious insult, Dojun-maru presses his lips together, but doesn’t comment on it. “I see. What have you come to speak of?”

Scoffing, Zenos rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb.” Uncrossing his arms, he slides his hands in his pockets. “While I could not care in the least what happens with my father’s lackeys, I am here at his behest regardless. Your men have been feeling restless as of late, and seem to have forgotten their place in this city.”

Dojun-maru growls at that, his men shifting, causing your own to shift in turn. The tension is thick enough to feel, and whatever luck Zenos had alluded to before was thrown out by the fact he wasn’t trying to be peaceable at all. “We Sekiseigumi have no place--”

“Oh?” Zenos cuts off, flipping his hair from his face. “Then tell me, where is Kageyama?” Dojun-maru remains silent, prompting a laugh from Zenos. “Don’t tell me your own master left you here to die.”

“My master did no such thing.” Dojun-maru snarls, standing to his feet. “Watch your tongue, boy. Or have you forgotten whose home you are in?”

Behind you, you can hear men shuffle on the other side of the shoji screen, putting your men on red alert. You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise up, body tensing so that it’s ready to spring into action.

Zenos, however, looks as cool as a cucumber. His eyes lazily move across the room as what Sekiseigumi are in the room glare at him, looking almost pleased with the turn of the events. Chuckling, he barks out a loud laugh, the room silent save for his own laughter.

“What is so funny?” Dojun-maru roars, looking angrier by the minute.

“Come now Dojun-maru...surely you don’t need a reminder of what happened to Zuiko-maru.” Zenos purrs, the timbre of his voice vibrating in his chest. “Though I doubt I’ll need to use my true abilities tonight, even you must know you are hopelessly outclassed. Simply tell me what I wish to know, and I will leave.”

Dojun-maru looks livid, reaching for the knives at his sides. Wielding one in each hand, he slides into a crouch. “To send you is to send death. I know full well you are not the negotiating type. Not after Zuiko-maru.”

Smirking, Zenos still stands with his hands in his pockets. “So he can learn.” he mocks, complete with a shrug.

“Even should I die this day...I will do so with honor. Today, I avenge my brother.” Dojun-maru whispers, as his men begin to stand to their feet.

Glancing around the room, you swallow thickly, eyeing the door. “Zenos,”

Your instincts flare, body moving before you can even react to grab the hilt of Zenos’ sword from its sheath, faster than lightning as you block Dojun-maru’s twin blades. The man’s eyes widen at your speed, backflipping to safety as he gazes at you with wide eyes. “How,”

“Ah, yes, you have not met my bodyguard.” Zenos hums, having not moved one ilm. “This is Honey, and if you thought I was good...well…” he muses, eyes scanning the room, “she is in a league of her own entirely.”

Snarling now, Dojun-maru snaps orders to his men. “Kill them!”

Hell breaks loose as the shoji door slams open, more of the Sekiseigumi piling in. Your gang members spring into action, drawing their own swords as the fighting begins. Zenos takes his sword from your hand as smoke fills the room, lowering the visibility. All you can see are shadows illuminated by violet light, sticking close to Zenos who stays back to back with you.

“I thought you said there’d be no fighting--” You cough, disarming a would be assailant, snatching his knife from his hand and jabbing it into his thigh.

“That would have bored me.” Zenos laughs, able to hear him kill a man with a clean swipe of his blade. “This is much more interesting, don’t you think? Though this smoke is rather tedious…I will seek out Dojun-maru.” You feel his back leave yours, the heir wandering off into the fray out of sight.

Before you can respond, something catches you unawares, tackling you to the ground, separating you from Zenos. Standing to your feet, you fend off a few of Dojun-maru’s men, disassociating as you dislocate joints, crush bones to disable your would be assailants. “Zenos!” you call out, flipping another gang member over your shoulder. The smoke shows no sign of letting up, and from what you can tell, Zenos is no longer in the room. Cursing, you fight your way out of the hall, wishing he would have at least taken you with him.

The mansion feels enormous now that you have to find a needle in a haystack, the fighting even spilling into the hallway. Heading down a hall, you head in a direction you feel is right, trusting your instincts even as more of the Sekiseigumi attempt to stop you. You are unfeeling as you beat these men within an inch of their lives, feeling nothing but hardened concern for Zenos who made the mistake of running off somewhere.

Climbing up one more floor, the halls are empty and quiet despite the bloodshed below, more violet light shining dimly through the paper screens as you go down the hall. You see a trail of blood along the floor, following it further down the hall until it stops at a single room. You hear the sound of a fountain inside, making you wonder if it's a traditional garden on the other side of the screen.

Sliding the door open, you hardly have time to react as a ninja nearly runs you through, dodging another swipe of his blades. Growling, the next time he moves to stab you, you grab his arm and dislocate his elbow, the ninja crying out in pain. Just as you move to let him go, he pulls down his mask with his free hand and spits in your eyes, making you release him. Just before you can open them again, you feel him rushing for you, too slow to react and you turn your body to try and minimize the damage.

Before he can even get close enough, you hear him make a gurgling sound as a sword is shoved through his chest, body going slack on the blade. You watch silently as he slides to the floor, blood pooling at your feet. Raising your eyes to your savior, Zenos's stares right back his usually blue eyes tinted a mystical lavender from the light shining through the screens.

His shirt is practically see through now, sticking to him in a way that your eyes drink in hungrily despite the blood spatters decorating the once pure white material. You can see his tattoo reach from the left side of his chest down the rest of his arm, the inked scales catching the light in a way it almost seems to glitter. He had rolled his sleeves up between when he left you and now, his long hair moistened with sweat and water from the once serene garden. Behind him, the pool of the garden is tainted a sickly red, tainted with the blood of Dojun-maru who lies still in its waters.

Swallowing, you raise your eyes back to Zenos who takes the thumb of his empty hand and swipes it along his bottom lip, tongue darting out to taste the blood there. “You’re late.”

Frowning, you don’t rise to his bait. “You ran off.” you counter.

Smirking, you watch as his thumb makes another pass at the blood on his chin, wiping whatever his tongue can’t reach. “So I did. I thought it better to end his life away from your...delicate eyes.” while his tone is teasing lightly, you can hear the note of something else within, of a genuine concern for your mental state.

You would never get used to the killing, but at least he didn’t make you do it yourself. Turning away from him, you mumble, “Thank you.”

The atmosphere grows warm as silence stretches on between you, the sound of the shishi-odoshi almost grating on your ears. “Have we completed our mission?”

You hear him shrug behind you, his blade scraping against the floor. “Somewhat. Kageyama ran like the coward he is, and left his men here for the slaughter. I’ve already informed my men to take what they will and trash the place. I don’t doubt Kageyama will spend the next few months in hiding.” He sighs, clearly displeased with the day's events. “At the very least, he is sure to have learned a valuable lesson. He most likely was not expecting father to send me.”

“To send you?”

“To send me, is to send death.” The Garlean grins, shifting his grip on his blade.

Nodding, you move to open the door you came in through, casting him a neutral glance over your shoulder. The way he looks at you sets you on fire, swallowing to steel your resolve. “Then we’re no longer needed here.”

Stepping out into the hall, the door closes behind you, and you take a steadying breath. Before you can even get two steps from the door, Zenos is behind you, having sheathed his blade to wrap an arm around your shoulders from behind and bring you close to him.

You feel your face heat as you feel something hard against your backside, struggling against his hold, grumbling to yourself as it grows tighter the more you fight against him. “Zenos, this is neither the time, nor the place--” you whimper as he leans to press his lips to your cheek, kissing you gently despite the vice grip he has around your shoulders.

“Anywhere can be the time or place. You’re just not creative enough, my beast.” he hums against your skin, voice dipping low with his apparent arousal. “Perhaps you shouldn’t look so magnificent in battle.”

“A man spit in my eye--” you groan as he switches from gentle kisses to trailing open mouth kisses to your jawline, down to your neck. “You hardly any saw anything, you ran off,” you complain, unable to shove him off of you. “Zenos, can’t you wait,”

“I could,” he starts, crushing you closer against him, unhooking his sword from his belt and dropping it to the floor. “...but I don’t want to.” His other hand comes to wrap around your middle, slipping inside your blazer as he grabs for your shirt, wrenching it from your pants.

“Zenos!” you gasp, unable to believe he’s really doing this. “We are on a mission,” you try again, feeling your core grow hotter as his hands begin to undo your belt with one hand. “Your men are just a floor below us,” you continue, your excitement beginning to outweigh your panic. “What if someone sees us,”

“Is that a problem?” he finally speaks up, yanking your belt from your hips, casting it to the ground, forgotten. “Afraid someone will see how lovely you look on my cock?”

That statement alone is nearly enough to make you moan, not expecting dirty talk from the usually stoic heir. Though your bedroom games with Zenos had only just started, you found yourself surprisingly weak for the few times he complimented just how desirable he found you. “N-No,”

His laugh rumbles low in his chest, the vibration shaking you to your core as he nuzzles his face against the back of your neck as his fingers finally delve into your pants and make their way into your underwear. “Like that did you?”

“Pompous asshole,” you growl, unable to elbow him hard enough with his grip on you.

“Maybe so,” he muses, the pads of long fingers finally sliding across your folds, teasing you for what’s to come. “But you don’t dislike it.”

“Who said that?” you snarl, trying to fight him off a little more.

“You did, my precious beast.” he hums, other hand clasping your chin in hand to make you face him. You gasp as you’re blown away by the violet hue in his eyes, the unabashed desire robbing you of breath as he leans in closer, eyes darting down to your lips for but a moment. “What you do not say with words, you say in other ways.” His gaze turns thoughtful for a moment, lips parting as a sigh passes them. “I don’t mind it. Not when I am the only one who understands you.”

Before you can protest he’s closed the gap, lips against yours just as his fingers begin to end their teasing at the ones between your legs. You moan into his mouth as his middle finger finally slips between them, circling around your entrance before beginning to push inside, readying you for the stretch.

Already your legs begin to tremble, your hands reaching for his arms, needing something to ground yourself to. Everytime you part from him you come right back, kissing him desperately until your neck begins to hurt from the awkward angle with him at your back. Hanging your head forward you let loose a long moan as his finger buries himself further, pumping in and out steadily, the Garlean damn near purring at your back in satisfaction from the gasps and sighs you make. “Even from the first time I saw you, from the moment you had first bested me, I had to have you…”

Whining, you clench your legs around his hand. He shifts the two of you closer to a solid wall, allowing you to brace your hands against a stable surface so he can slip a second finger inside. The moan you release is obscene, eyes fluttering closed as his breath warms your neck. “Who knew such words could affect you, my beast?”

“B-Be quiet,” you bite back around a moan, hips trying to ride his fingers, rolling on the long digits as best as possible. “Shut up,”

He chuckles then, reaching for your hand, lacing your fingers with his. The gesture tugs at your heartstrings, making you wonder once again if he’s aware of the gesture and just what it means. “I don’t think I will. How else will you know how often I debase myself thinking of you? The nights I spent pleasuring myself wanting you so badly,”

“Liar,” you insist, whimpering as your orgasm keeps teetering closer and closer. If he kept his dirty talk up, you were going to come embarrassingly quick, and he’d know for sure dirty talk would be one of the fastest ways to get you to come.

It wasn’t just the words itself, but the sound of his voice; the way you had always quietly admired the timbre of his voice, how you can literally hear it rumble in his chest. As much as you hated him, as much as he infuriated, everything about him was attractive, down to the words pouring past his lips. “You think I’m a liar?” he asks in mock hurt, pumping his fingers faster until you’re practically wailing. “Perhaps, I should let you watch,”

Before you can stop yourself the picture is already in your mind, Zenos with his arm braced against the wall, seed coating his fingers from a gratifying orgasm, features pinched in pleasure. “Oh fuck,” you whine, coming all over his hand, crying out his name into the empty hall. Your knees threaten to give out but his other hand quickly secures you around your middle, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck still.

He thankfully gives you a few moments to catch your breath, pulling his fingers from your entrance to bring to your lips. OPening your mouth you suck them inside, tasting yourself on his hands, feeling his ravenous gaze upon you. “Oh, Honey,” he growls, pressing you harshly against the wall, teeth biting down onto your neck. “If only you knew just how much you belonged to me.”

You can’t even find it in yourself to argue, unsure if he means just on the surface level, as employer and employee, as a boss and his employee doing the taboo and having relations at work.

Or did he mean something deeper…?

You’re not given much time to ponder, the heir’s hands leaving you only to fish his cock from his pants. Leaning in closer, he hums to himself. “Take off your pants.”

Frowning, you hate how you have to stop your hands from reaching for your slacks. “We are on a mission.” you remind him. “I don’t care how well your men have this under control! I am not getting undressed--” before you can finish complaining he’s spun you around, giving you a look that throws any thoughts of disobeying him out the window. He doesn’t break eye contact as his hands hook on your pants, slowly dragging them down until he’s kneeling before you and the fabric pooling at your feet. Silently you step out of them, cursing his hypnotic allure.

“I hope you remember I hate you.” you murmur, watching as he slips his hands on the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up with one move. Your legs lock around his hips immediately, arms reaching to fist in his still damp shirt, feeling the heat of his cock just below you.

Smirking, he lets go of one leg, trusting you’ll hold yourself up as he lines his cock up with your interest. “I know you do.” You both let gravity take hold, the head slipping inside easily, your head thumping against the wall as you throw it back at the sheer bliss of being filled. Gravity continues to drag you downward, ilm after precious ilm filling you until his hips are flush with your ass, his length fully seated inside you.

You bring him down for a kiss, slow and languid and filled with too many feelings you’d rather not think on. For now you focus on the feel of him, able to taste a bit of leftover blood on his lips now that you can properly kiss. Resting more of your weight on the wall, his hands shift to hold your hips, pulling out to the very tip before slowly sliding back in. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time, drinking in every change in your expression, every moan that leaves your throat.

Your throat becomes too appealing to resist, feeling him lean forward to press more kisses to the skin there.

That Zenos was capable of such...tenderness was still a surprise.

You still didn’t know what to call your relationship, given that you could sometimes enjoy his company one day and wish he’d fall off the face of the earth the next.

But for now...you’d keep him close. You’d thread your fingers in his hair and roll your hips down to meet his thrusts up into you, the two of you finding a rhythm together as you seek mutual pleasure despite the chaos around you. You push his shirt aside, ripping buttons off as you wrench it wider, needing to feel his skin in your hands. You run your hands across his chest, across his tattoo, enjoying his sighs of pleasure at having your hands on him.

The world begins to fade away, as it always seems to do whenever you’re with Zenos. There’s only him and the feeling he gives you, the way that you become just a woman and he, just a man. No cops, no gangs.

Just two people who needed each other more than they’d like to admit.

His pace increases steadily, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the hallway despite the shouting from below, Zenos’s men yelling about what they should take next. You’re distantly aware of them suggesting to burn the place down, and while your mind urges you to make sure they don’t do so with you both still inside, you can’t find yourself caring when the pleasure truly begins to build. “Z-Zenos,” you whimper, meeting him thrust for thrust until you’re at your limit. “I’m gonna,”

With one forceful thrust he unmakes you, crying out his name as your orgasm courses through your veins. His pace is forceful as he rushes to meet his own end, growling your name against your lips until he finally finds release, moaning into your mouth. As his pleasure ebbs he kisses you still, giving a few last thrusts that make you shudder as you feel his seed begin to leak from your opening.

“Master Zenos, we’re ready to-- by the emperor!”

Zenos stares lazily at the unlucky lackey who had probably drawn the short straw to go fetch Zenos before they burned the place to the ground. You recognize him as one a bit higher up the ladder, given that he seemed to be a full blooded Garlean.

Face warm with shame, you try to pry yourself off the heir who is clearly in no rush to move. “Zenos,” you hiss under your breath, wiggling to try and get off of his dick.

“What do you want?” Zenos asks, allowing his cock to slip out at last, aiding you in getting your feet back on solid ground. Burning with shame you quickly reach for your pants and hastily pull them back on.

“I-I was told to come retrieve you, young master,” the lackey stammers, staring a hole in the floor in his effort to not look at you as you make yourself decent. “We’re ready to depart.”

Sighing, Zenos tucks himself back in his pants and zips himself up, not bothering to fix his shirt since his buttons had been scattered across the hall. Stepping to pick up his katana from the floor, he clips it back to his belt. “Your name?”

The lackey trembles a moment as Zenos’s hand hovers a moment too long near his sword. “S-Silas, sir.”

“Silas…” Zenos echoes, turning to face the poor man. His violet eyes dart to you for a second before swinging back to Silas. “I trust you are a tightlipped individual?”

Silas gasps as his eyes dart to you well, quickly catching onto Zenos’ meaning. “Of course, sir. I saw nothing.”

“Excellent.” Looking to you, Zenos gives you a knowing grin. “In that case our mission is done. Shall we go?”

Flashing him a death glare, you say nothing and follow the lackey down the hall to make your way downstairs. Blood coats the halls and bodies litter the floor, the place trashed beyond repair. It’s probably best that they plan to burn it down. The part of you still untouched by this bloodshed prays that maybe the records for loans were kept here, and would turn into fuel for the blaze, freeing several poor families from the Sekiseigumi’s clutches.

The gravel crunches beneath your feet as you make your way out of the mansion, Ardbert already standing there with the trunk open so Zenos may put his sword inside. The cars had been stuffed with as much loot as they could carry, including the gang members who were laughing and joking about a successful haul.

Sighing, you turn to watch as Silas finishes dumping ceruleum at the door of the mansion, pulling a lighter from his pocket. Smirking, he begins to run from the mansion and tosses it behind him, the fumes catching light immediately. “Let’s go!” he shouts, the gang members cheering and hollering.

As the fire grows, you find yourself transfixed, wondering how things ended up this way. You think of the men inside, their bodies not even given a proper burial and instead left to burn in the compound. Despite leading a life in a gang, did they have families? Children? Husbands and wives?

“Honey.”

Turning away from the burning building, you meet Zenos’ solemn gaze head on, his eyes once again their twinkling blue. “Let’s go.”

Nodding, you spare one last glance at the mansion, already hearing sirens in the distance. Hopping in the car, Ardbert peels out the driveway as soon as the door shuts, kicking up dust in his wake. Sparing a glance at Zenos, you silently stew in your own guilt, until Zenos gives you a knowing look. “Will you be this way, every time?”

“You said yourself that not everyone is meant to kill.” you reply, watching the city flow by as Ardbert drives you home. “I never asked to be your bodyguard.”

“And yet here you are.” Zenos sighs, a strange sense of yearning in his gaze.