#lsbit!pangkey

From the stairs, Pangi walked up in his well-fitted suit. The cuffs of his pants looked a little darker than usual and the lights reflected off the specks of suspicious liquid stuck on his shoes. At the sight, Lukey's heart raced.

It reminded him of old times, of sanguine celebrations where elegance was synonymous with skill. Oh how similar were their positions then, yet he enjoyed the difference in their dynamic now.

Lukey tried to hide his smile between clasped hands. “How was it? Easier than you expected right?”

Pangi raked a hand through his hair, sweat dripped down his scaly temples. “I thought you said it was gonna be fun? It was like taking candy from a baby. He couldn't do anything.”

A blood soaked, green frog mask landed on the desk, staining the papers beneath it.

“Don't see why he was such a threat.”

Lukey shrugged, leaning back against his chair. “Does it matter? Bringing you here, even for a bit, needed a price.”

He watched the pangolin hybrid walk around the desk up until he was directly staring down at Lukey. A hand reached out, loosening the tie that hung around his neck. Lukey's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

“And I had a problem. So why not hit two birds with one stone?”

Pangi's hands moved upwards, cupping Lukey's face—he leaned into it with a smile, not breaking eye contact. “Always pursuing efficiency… never thinking about how I feel.”

Lukey closed his eyes and hummed into the hands holding him, they smelt of iron. Sensations traveled down his spine and pooled below his stomach. It's always Pangi who made him feel like this, only Pangi…

“I care…” his voice cracked, “just—sometimes I can't help and attend to those feelings till after you complete the mission.”

Pangi watched as Lukey slowly brought a finger into his mouth, the wet and warm feeling almost pushing him past the boundary of “professionalism” he was acting out. He closed his eyes, letting out shaky breaths as the other man sucked on his fingers that weren't properly washed from the slaughter before.

“Wouldn’t want you to disappear again mid ‘business' now do we?” Lukey's voice was hoarse after those lewd acts. Through half-lidded eyes… Pangi looked at his boy. So fucking beautiful.

“Contract states every mission have a reward.” Lukey smiled against his hand again, pressing a kiss on his palm and one on the back of his hand. “You always leave it blank.”

He leans back into his chair, this time the office lights making the situation in his pants more prominent than before. “And as the employer… I have every obligation to make sure my employee is satisfied.”

Lukey tracked his hand down his chest, until he grabbed his clothed erection. Slightly moaning as he stared at the other man and palmed himself.

“So…you satisfied with how your reward is lookin?”

Pangi's jaw was clenched, self-control quickly leaving him with every action Lukey did and every second he was in this damnable office.

The other man reached out, curling a finger towards himself. It was a simple act, but Pangi almost felt his knees buckle. He maintained his composure, silently walking to him and stood between his spread legs. The warmth only separated by two layers of clothing was increasingly obvious… it itched and yearned to have the barriers removed.

Lukey still palmed himself, lips moist from small bites after each pressed palm downwards. With a free hand he reached out to Pangi's tie, and slowly pulled him down to eye level.

“Kiss me.” Authority and confidence radiated from that hoarse command.

So he did.

Butterscotch and whiskey, that's what Lukey tasted like in this world. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

Not once or twice, but Pangi went in again and again, almost desperate to devour the other. Lukey didn't relent either as he leaned in, giving him more and more.

From a peck, to the clash of lips, a battle for dominance, and then a breakthrough of metallic flavor as teeth broke skin.

Pangi gasped as he moved away, not even realizing the blood wasn't his own. His tongue wiping the residue on his lip.

Lukey stayed in his chair, a hand touching the slightly swollen area where Pangi had bitten him. Red stained his fingertips. The fervent lust and need in his eyes only grew.

He pulled the other boy closer again, groaning in restrained ecstasy as Pangi put a knee against him for balance. It took a lot of effort to keep himself from just rutting up against him and unraveling into that hamster from another time.

Yet he spoke in broken breaths right into Pangi's ear, “Your reward… is… when you finish giving me… your load.”

It was unfiltered and raw. Completely unbecoming of a boss who's running New York. But, it was Pangi.

Since when did rules and expectations matter in the relationship between them? Last time the world would burn in their wake, now- a mere New York?

Pangi responded by grinding his knee downward causing Lukey to moan right into his ready mouth. And he held him there, right under the neck, feeling his quickening pulse with his thumb right at the jugular.

The older man let out a choked groan and whimper. “Do it, please…before I change my mind, Pangi…”

He could feel him pushing up and against his knee. Desperate for touch and attention that required more finesse than the ‘barbaric’ methods they were using now.

But Pangi wanted to take it slow, it was rare to get Lukey so pliant like this. So opposite of the rookie he knew before. There was thrill to it… like hunting the perfect prey. It was fun to break down his confident facade, better even.

“I'll take care of you Lukey… don't worry.”

It was a promise amidst the throughs of pleasure and lust.

The first to go were the ties, which quickly became restraints: one around Lukey's wrists behind the chair and the other became a makeshift gag. Pangi was delighted how much more physically expressive his boy had become afterwards and the noises that came out of him… he'd swore to never forget.

He stood over him again, tilting Lukey's head up to gaze into those coffee-brown eyes he'd missed for so long.

“You're so pretty…” He cupped his face and shook him around a little to the whimpers of protest. “And you're gonna be a good boy for me right?”

Lukey furrowed his brows and nodded, affirmative sounds coming from his throat. Pangi leaned down and kissed the corners of his mouth, smiling as the other man attempted to chase the kiss but was held back by the chair.

The next was his shirt… safe to say Lukey would have to get another tailored. Rewards are meant to be unwrapped after all. Pangi did it barehanded—under the surprised gaze of the other—as he bunched up the white dress shirt and tore it apart, buttons flying.

Lukey inhaled deeply as the cold air met his exposed torso. Pangi admired the the familiar pigmentation of blush that had spread down from Lukey's neck to his upper chest and pressed his hands on him. He trembled under his touch and groaned, leaning forward to rest his head on Pangi's arm.

“You're so warm…” His hands traveled down the other man's torso before coming back up to his chest. He felt the small nubs beneath his fingers, eyes glinting, he twisted them between his fingers lightly.

“MMMmmph!” Lukey moaned into his arm, he could feel his jaw clenching against the makeshift gag.

An open and awed smile was plastered on Pangi's face. He'd learned something new…

He pushed the brunet back against the chair and admired the view before slowly getting down to his knees. Pangi preferred to do things this way, something about having the other man stare at him in a pleading fashion unable to force his head down as he slowly ministered him with his tongue. Something they had discovered together when exploring other fun options.

Pangi wanted to repeat that now that Lukey had this aura of leadership around him but couldn’t use it.

His eyes never left Lukey's as his hands skillfully undone the belt, pulling it out with a snap, before wrapping it around his neck- the leash once again donned properly by it's owner. A smirk played upon Pangi's lips as he bent down slowly and mouthed against the straining, dark fabric.

Lukey's eyes widened, pupils blown with want. His hips moved upwards pushing against Pangi's mouth— which was immediately wrestled down by the other with a firm grip.

Pangi looked up at him through the messy strands of hair, making sure Lukey saw him trace the outline with his mouth before lightly pressing a kiss on the tip. He smiled in satisfaction at the groan given by the other.

“Pnnng! Hmmm!”

Pangi laid his arms on Lukey's lap and rested his cheek on his hand and with the other carefully kept tracing along the length of the protruding fabric.

With a raised eyebrow and a faint smile, he toyed with the zipper hidden behind the folds of the pants. “Want me to make it easier for you?”

Lukey nodded his head profusely, muffled whimpers coming from his throat.

He slowly pressed down on the zipper, eliciting a moan from Lukey, and pulled the little piece of metal down. It didn't do much, at least not yet.

From the gap between the now opened fabric, he could see the tinge of light blue inside. Pangi looked back up at Lukey with slight surprise and unbuttoned the pants— the latter’s breath picked up in pace almost immediately.

Pangi took Lukey into his hand with stride, carefully adjusting his grip to a level where Lukey would only want more, but couldn’t get more. He leaned in towards the pangolin’s forehead with muffled pleas until their heads touched.

“Shhhhhh… it’s okay baby. I got you.” He moved his hand upwards, palm squeezing the tip and waited for the older’s attempt to buck upwards before loosening his grip at the last second. Lukey whined into the tie and looked into Pangi’s eyes hidden behind the glasses, he was begging.

He only smiled in return and offered quiet promises of release to the other boy through a gaze just above the frames of his lens as he continued his hand movements. His hand becoming more slick the longer he teased Lukey.

With his free hand Pangi pushed his reward back against his seat who grunted at the force, palm spread over his chest now covered with a slight layer of sweat.

Lukey looked so good like this… helpless under him. Sweating. Half-naked. Mewling for release.

Pangi couldn't help but squeeze his hand tighter prompting the other man to moan extensively as he also pushed his hips upward.

He smiled and pulled the loose belt that hung around Lukey's neck down up until they were face to face. His pupils were shot and damp streaks lined the sides of his face.

“Ready to come for me Lukey?” Pangi whispered to him. Lukey could only nod with and offer a cut off whimper from his throat.

He sped up his hands and slowly increased the pressure he applied to Lukey with each stroke. The poor boy was practically shaking, trying to break away from the odd posture Pangi had put him in, but the pangolin wouldn't let him up. He wanted to see the desire overtake his man. To see his eyes roll up as Pangi gave him permission.

And he did.

Lukey let out a guttural groan from the depths of his lungs as he let out shot after shot of come. Pangi continued to stroke him through it, showering him with praises and pet names that hadn't been uttered in a long time up until he was a limp and shuddering mess from overstimulation.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Pangi clicked his tongue as he lifted up his hand towards the light with a smirk. It shined dully, a mixture of everything Lukey had to offer.

He stood up and looked down at his boy who was recovering—blue eyes met glazed-over brown ones.

Pangi lifted his hand to his mouth and licked up his palm, only to be revolted by the taste in a twisted expression. “What the hell do you eat here?!”

Lukey chuckled from his chair, a funny sight given his current state of dress. But he offered his contracted employee a smile through the makeshift gag and an answer by nodding towards the windows outside.

Bamboo as far as the eye can see.

Pangi shook his head in disgust and wiped his hand down Lukey's exposed chest to the man’s dismay before leaning down to his ear.

“We're not done yet Lukey… you still have to get my tip.”

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Pangi felt it the moment he'd woken up on the second day after his longest hibernation yet. It was a tingle at the back of his throat. An indescribable, ominous tightness over his chest. Yet, the sun shown so brightly and the blueprint of a fulfilling and joyous day filled his mind, wiping all of it away.

During the moment he and his friends shared some private history about themselves, the feeling got worse. It was more than phlegm, it was almost suffocating, like someone with their hands on his throat. There was no benevolence or malice in their action, only indifference. His heart ached, coincidentally, at this moment Zam confessed her feelings to him.

By the time he went home, Pangi felt frail. The usual confidence that had been ingrained in his bones and optimism that rivaled the sun— sapped and dimmed. Even the familiar hallways and rooms he'd spent his deep sleep in felt strange.

Everything was wrong.

The colors. The rooms. The noise. The lack of a presence that soothed the scars he'd endured alone. The warm glow from another world missing.

Pangi started to hyperventilate and then choked, unable to breath. His hand clutched the edges of the armour just beneath his neck trying to tear it off to no avail. He leaned against the wall clutching at his throat trying to tear past the skin with claws, but couldn't. Weakness filled his body, the strength and resolve that usually carried him gone along with the others.

He fell to the floor and attempted to crawl back to his bed.

It was painful and strenuous— like clawing through quicksand as your muscles burned from the inside.

His eyes watered, bloodshot.

He tried to scream, but nothing came out.

Fear filled the pangolin’s entire being. Not of death, he'd grown past that, but of something else. Something new. Something much more terrifying.

Its hands continued to strangle him, its feet firmly planted on his shoulders and back, and its sickle aimed over his heart.

Yet it all felt familiar. It bore the same hands of the person who'd cared for him when he was lost. It was as unwavering and steadfast as they were even during the most tumultuous times. And it held the same blades that were usually aimed at the world, at him.

Pangi finally reached the bed, but it too was wrong. It wasn't his.

As his vision started to fade from asphyxiation. He turned his body to face what he didn't want to see most.

The silhouette of the man he loved, eyes blank and bearing down at him as if he was just a passing animal for slaughter. He tried to reach out… he was too weak.

When he blinked for what he thought would be the final time, Pangi coughed.

Regret. Cough.

Longing. Cough.

Confusion. Cough.

Grief. Cough.

Sadness. Cough.

With each cough, a feeling unseated itself from his chest. All of it coalesced into one giant ball that crawled out from his throat. He could taste the bile intertwine with a metallic and earthy flavor as it exited his mouth.

Through tears he could barely make out what had choked him…

White petals and small flowers— his favorite ones— wrapped and pierced by a ball of thorns. Blood stained every petal. Bile coated every point.

Pangi felt no relief.

Only an emptiness.

He could breathe, but at this moment he wished he had died.

Somewhere out in the vast universe, a string that had connected two hearts was cut.

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