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It is bold, what he is doing. Most men are not so bold around Saitou Ren. Most men are not Dyuuku Nakahara, however. It is a rare moment under the stars, parked at an overlook—they feel like kids—with the sprawl of the city far below them and mountains behind. It is a warm summer evening and Dyuu’s hand is soft and dry, grasping Saitou’s chin with deliberate firmness and turning his attention and mouth where it will be most appreciated. The space between them closes and the heat ignites a fire that soon has them laughing and shifting into the back seat, groping, grasping, and tugging at buttons, zippers, and fasteners of all kinds.

Their journey together has been a strange one. Saitou has done his best to keep Dyuu as far removed from his “night job” as he possibly can, though regrettably it has come between them more than once, delaying and even canceling various meetings. Dyuuku Nakahara has been remarkable, putting up with it, forgiving him—there’s really nothing more he can ask.

That the man has bestowed upon him his time and his sweet kisses are gifts entirely undeserved, but he leans into the gesture, wrapping his arms tightly about the man, fireworks going off in a rainbow of colors and configurations outside the man’s penthouse suite. He’s not so arrogant as to refuse something so generously given.

“Plying my goodwill with food, Nakahara?” A brow rises and his lips purse as if he even needs to consider whether or not he will consume something from Dyuuku Nakahara’s kitchen. The answer is and will always unequivocally be yes.

Some of his closer advisors have warned him against such trust, reasoning that one day, someone will be able to get to Nakahara, either through greed or fear—his family is lovely, no matter if his wife and he are somewhat estranged; he still cares for her—and that their oyabun will die choking on his own vomit.

Saitou Ren (斎藤 蓮)

Age: late 50s Height: 5’6” Kill Count: [REDACTED] Net Worth: [REDACTED]

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Ever since he had heard of him, Robin Hood, he had felt defeated. He sat for hours on end contemplating what he could do to defeat him, but too contemplated whether that was what he should do. The guardian of courage, fearless, truly fearless. Even the King of Fear was fearful. Perhaps that was his drive. Quickly he cut off that trail of thoughts and found himself leaving the bed in his chamber.

Hallie's eyes widened. "Robin Hood," she nodded slowly. "Well, it seems like I was more under a rock than I thought I was." She looked the man up and down. "You're very cute," she chuckled at her own comment.