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The bar was busy tonight, full of drunken patrons as far as the eye can see. Working in the n109 zone meant you often dealt with societies worst, effectively draining your mind and body by the time you could clock out and go home.

After hours of hauling drunkards out and stopping bar fights, you were begging for the clock to speed up. This place was starting to suffocate you. It was always the same old routine with the same regulars having the same conversations and ringing up the same drinks. “Miserable” you bitterly thought to yourself, “just fucking miserable”.

But being bored was seen as a blessing in the n109 zone. You weren’t unaware of the underground crime that happened here, and you would take your boring bar job over being involved in any kind of shady business. It was all about making ends meet, even if it meant pieces of your soul were crushed in the process.

A new face caught your eye amongst the crowd of people, it was hard for him not to. His hair was a shock of white, messy and clashing with the black fabric of his tailored suit. The way he dressed suggested he didn’t belong in a place like this, but his natural aura spoke of dominance and power. He smoothly parted through the crowd like it was expected, turning heads on his way towards the bar.

The man didn’t bother sitting, instead laying his card flat on the table. “One bourbon. Neat, please.”

It took you a second to thaw out. His eyes were a piercing red, unflinchingly taking in your face while you rung him up. You gave the card back to him, eager to turn away from him and pour his drink.

When you came back with the glass, he seemed more lax, leaning against the bar and tapping his fingers to the beat of the music. You placed the glass in front of him, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Can i get you anything else?” You watched as he swirled the liquor around, his eyes briefly flickering to yours before he took it down in one gulp.

“I’ll take another actually. On the rocks this time. That last one was warmer than room temperature.” You wanted to scoff, ringing him up another drink.

“I assure you our supply is temperature controlled.” You muttered, turning back to him “do you want the ice crushed or whole?”

He smirked at you, leaning his cheek on his knuckles. “I think i’ll do whole. It’s fair to say the ice might melt before i ever get to drink it.” Was he pushing your buttons? You couldn’t tell, the only thing you did know was that you had 10 minutes left on your shift, too little time to sit and argue with this handsome stranger.

You stocked his cup full of ice, pouring the drink and handing it back to him. You crossed your arms, waiting to see what he had to say now.

The man drank it slower this time, sipping the bourbon like the sting of alcohol didn’t bother him. When he was done, he placed the glass back down, nudging it back to you. Another?

“That one was..better.” You picked up the teasing in his voice, and chose to bite your tongue. “How long have you been a bar tender? pouring a bourbon should be easy.”

“It can’t be that bad. You’re about to be on your third one.”

“I’m just giving my feedback. Doesn’t everybody improve through trial and error?”

“You’ll have to ask somebody else. My shift is done.”

Before you could suffer through another aggravating comment, you left him right there at the bar, clocking out and leaving your apron for the next guy.

Walking home, you noticed a crow cawing and circling over you, its eyes were weird and glowing red, with silver adornments glinting between the black feathers on its wings.

“This day just keeps getting weirder.” You watched as it flew away, seemingly satisfied with catching your attention.

Coming face to face with the white-haired man started to become less of a coincidence started feeling more purposeful. He frequented your bar often, taking up all the space in the room with just his presence.

He told you once that his name was Sylus, and that he was a successful fruit vendor from Linkon. A load of horse shit, of course. Being a fruit vendor didn’t call for fancy tailored suits and certainly didn’t explain the huge tips he started leaving you. But you didn’t question him on the matter. Simply serving him his drinks and going on about your day. At first he was another n109 zone slummer to you, just a super flashy one.

It didn’t occur to you that he was always here right at the tail end of your shift. He came in at the same time every Friday, ordering a different drink every visit. You noted that he had a more mature taste than most patrons, gearing towards heavier liquors like bourbon and gin. It was kind of refreshing to prepare something other than pints of beer and whiskey shots.

Making conversation with Sylus was strangely easy, he veiled information about his life that you didn’t bother asking him about, and you told him about the mundane tasks you had to work every day. You started to form a kind of friend-ship, enough to have a casual conversation without it feeling like forced customer service.

One night, he caught you on your way out. It was dark outside, as the city always was. He was leaning against a shiny black motorcycle, perching the helmet on his hip. Everything about him looked expensive, the leather he wore and the make of his bike told you he didn’t make an ordinary wage “fruit vendor my ass” you thought to yourself, nearing him out of curiosity.

“Hey,” you greeted him, stopping a few feet from where he stood. “You drive this thing after taking down three cups of gin? I should call the cops.” Obviously you were joking, the n109 zone was a lawless land.

“Of course not.” He smirked at you, placing the helmet on the seat of his bike so he could cross his arms, studying you. “You left before i could come in, so i haven’t had a single sip” you weren’t immune to his charm, and his words made something stir in your stomach.

“So you were waiting for me?”

He ignored the question, “I see you’re on your way out. Do you need a ride?”

“Haven’t you heard of stranger danger?”

“I’m not a stranger to you.”

Though it was true, the definitive way in which he said it felt like his words underlies something different. You dismissed the thought, waving him off instead.

“You don’t even have an extra helmet.” “Actually,” He chuckled, pulling the spare helmet he brought off of the handle of his bike. “I do. So, do you want the ride or not?” You briefly wondered if he hid it behind himself on purpose.

Taking the helmet from him, you slipped it on. It fit comfortably, and you flipped the visor up so you could see him clearly. “This feels a little planned.” Sylus said nothing at first, slipping his own helmet on. “I guess i was hoping to catch a little kitten before she went home tonight. After all, you never know whats lurking in the shadows.”

You couldn’t help the eye roll, clambering on behind him. He grabbed your wrist, fastening your arm around his waist. He held on tighter when he felt you stiffen, waiting until your other arm came around to hug him “Safety first, right?” He laughed at your disgruntled agreement, starting the engine and taking off.

Riding on the back of his bike was thrilling, the city turning into a faded blur behind the tint of the visor. You squeezed him tight when he would speed up, weaving through the traffic on the road, finally smoothly turning left onto your street.

The ride felt shorter than it should’ve been, and it almost flew over your head that he never asked for directions. A conversation for another day.

“Thanks.” You handed the helmet back to him, but he pushed it back, flipping his visor up so his eyes could meet yours. “Keep it. A gift from me to you.” You were speechless. Sylus revved the engine twice, like his own version of a goodbye. You still stood there as he drove off, looking down at the helmet in your hands.

A “one time thing” started to become an every day thing. Instead of visiting the bar for a drink every Friday, Sylus eased himself into the practice of being there every night, waiting for you in the parking lot and driving you home. You even started bringing your helmet with you to work, looking forward to your free ride, and- even though you would never tell him- you were starting to enjoy seeing him more often.

Months in, he let you into his world. He told you the partial truth about his work, about how he was into “protocore trading.” Undoubtedly illegal, but not an uncommon practice in a place like the n109 zone. You shrugged it off, choosing to remain impartial to that part of his life.

He started to invite you out on your days off, bringing you to various clubs in Linkcon that he owned and refining your palate with fine-dinning restaurant dates.

Being friends with Sylus felt natural. His teasing jabs started to feel more affectionate, and he was happy to take it slow, letting you warm up to him at your own pace.

One night, he invited you to come visit his condo. Instead of picking you up himself, he sent a black car with no license plates. In the driver and passenger seats were two boys wearing hoodies and matching bird masks.

They greeted you warmly, easing your anxiety a bit. The boys introduced themselves as Luke and Keiran, claiming they worked for Sylus. They looked like they were really close, even their mannerisms were almost identical. A charming detail you picked up on.

“Are you guys twins?” You buckled your seatbelt, swiping open the chat room you had with Sylus, and texting him you were on the way. The driver, Luke, answered first.

“Yeah, we are—.” Kieran interjected, turning from the passenger seat to face you. “The boss hasn’t told you about us?” He sounded a little distraught, so you decided to lie. “Pffft, Of course he has.” You fiddled with the phone in your hands, nervously smiling at him. “I’ve heard all about you two. You’re like, his favorite employees.” His hands flew up to his mask, sitting back in place to look at his brother. “Wow Luke, boss-man loves us for real!” Luke sighed in delight, starting the car and beginning to drive. “Did he tell you our birthday? Oh, oh, did he tell you Kieran’s favorite color?”

The rest of the ride was filled with questions about you and shared jokes. Before you knew it, you were at Sylus’s condo and feeling massively underdressed. He told you to dress comfortably, citing that the two of you would just share a meal in the comfort of his home tonight. But his home was huge, elegant and more modern than you expected given his taste for dark and gothic architecture.

You waved the twins goodbye as they drove away, leaving you alone. You knocked on the door, hearing it echo in still silence. Seconds passed before the door opened, Sylus standing there looking just as casual as you. He was wearing a grey knitted sweater and sweatpants, gold rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. It felt unusual to see him outside of his formal attire, but you liked this look on him better.

“You’re here.” He mused, stepping aside to let you in. “You better be hungry, sweetie. I made something special tonight.” You let him help you shrug your coat off, leaving your shoes on the welcome mat.

“I’m starving.” You looked around as he lead you to his dining room, taking in all the space he had to himself. “You live here? All by yourself?”

Sylus smiled, pulling the chair out so you could sit. “Thats why i brought you over. I could use some company.” He disappeared into the kitchen, coming back with two platters and setting them in front of you.

On one platter he had prepared steak and potatoes on the other, he had made some kind of charcuterie board. It smelled incredible, and you were thoroughly impressed.

“So the bossman can cook.” You commented, reaching to pluck some grapes off of the platter. He retrieved two glasses from his kitchen, pouring you both a serving of red wine.

“What? You didn’t think i could throw a little something together?” His eyes softened as you took the glass from him, swirling the wine around to catch the aroma.

“Wow, this is definitely the good stuff.”

“It’s the oldest bottle i have. Imported from the best vineyard in the world.” He picked up his own glass, and you clinked them together, each taking a sip at the same time. “I already guessed a bartender would know a good wine from smell alone. Whats your opinion on the taste?”

You kept his gaze, taking another sip from your glass. “It’s really good. I’m used to the cheap stuff we sell at the bar. Can’t really sell expensive stuff like this in that hellhole.” He seemed delighted, handing you your own set of silverware and gesturing towards the spread of food in front of you. "Dig in, sweetie."

So the night continued on, you and Sylus wined and dined and afterwards he gave you a tour of his condo, making a point to spend the most time in the guest bedroom, asking for your opinion on oddly specific things such as remodeling and wallpaper colors.

As the clock ticked by, you and Sylus decided to settle down in his bedroom to listen to music. You sat on his extravagant bed and he occupied his study, playing something on his record player that sounded like it came far before your time, yet weirdly recognizable in a way you can't describe.

You couldn't help but watch him tap his fingers to the symphony and nodding his head along with his eyes closed. The realization that you were here in his room, alone, struck a cord in your chest.

For a moment, warmth melted in your stomach. Daydreams of laying here with him, waking up to his warm body close to yours rushed to the forefront of your mind. Your eyes traced the planes of his face, from the elegant slope of his nose down to the inviting curve of his lips. Sylus was a beautiful man, and his personality didn’t fall short either.

Your heart lurched when his eyes opened, meeting yours. His lips curled into a soft smile, raising his eyebrows in interest. “You’re staring a little hard, kitten.” Scoffing, you looked away, feeling the skin of your cheeks start to warm. “I wasn’t staring.”

By now he had gotten up, lazily closing the distance between you. He sat next to you on his bed, studying your face closely. “Ah ah. I caught you. Theres no need to lie to me, sweetie.” His knee brushed against yours from where he sat, making you tense. The way he relished in your reaction told you it was intentional.

“Whatever.” You murmured, shifting back to create more distance between you, necessary for you to breathe. “-And stop calling me that.” He chuckled, so smooth and rich to your ears.

“Why? You don’t like it?” He was fully turned towards you now, but didn’t move closer. You exhaled, shifting in place. “We’re just friends, Sylus. I’m not your..‘sweetie’. “ For some reason it hurt to see him falter, but a man like him recovers quickly, composed before you could blink.

“I don’t see how that changes things” you stared down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. His hand encapsulated yours and he finally shifted closer. You could feel whispers of the heat his body radiated, so close but not close enough. Your mouth dried up.

Tentatively, Sylus's fingers ghosted over your chin, guiding you up to look at him. "Though I have to admit, it wouldn't bother me if we were something...more." he brought your knuckles up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, gazing into his half lidded eyes. He brushed his nose against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath over your lips, smelling faintly of the wine you had indulged in earlier.

Sylus's hand caressed your cheek, coming up to cradle your face. He just held you there, waiting for your next move. "I..I- I don't know what to say." you didn't pull back, instead leaning into his palm, closing the distance between you until your lips just barley brushed against his. "How about you ask me again..a little later"

You could feel the smile on his lips when you couldn't hold back anymore, kissing him slow and feeling him out. He responded with eagerness, his hand threading in your hair to pull you closer to kiss you even deeper.

When he pulled away, it was for barley a second. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him on top of you as you fell back onto the bed.

Sylus followed you with no hesitation. The two of you moved fluidly, brewing heat between your bodies with every touch and searing kiss. He broke from you to kiss down your neck, caging you under his body to assault your jaw and throat with sloppy kisses.

Your hand threaded through his hair, holding him steady as he nipped over your pulse point. You felt like you were out of breath, sighing his name while he rolled your shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the air.

"No bra, kitten?" a chuckle rumbled from Sylus's throat, muffled against your skin as he pressed his face into the valley of your breasts, his hair tickling you while he pressed kisses to your chest. "You're quite the minx, aren't you?" your quip back to him cut itself short when his hot mouth closed over one of your nipples. The wet suction made your body throb, arching against him to follow the pull of his mouth.

"It wasn't for you." you grit, squeezing your eyes shut when his teeth came down, grazing over the sensitive bud of your nipple. "You said 'dress casual and comfortable'. "

"I don't doubt it." he muttered, parting from you with a wet pop, barley giving you time to relax before he sucked the other one into his mouth. "But it's a wild coincidence that this is how we ended up," you shuddered, melting into his hands as they scaled your body, warm and rough over your stomach, tracing the band of your pajama pants before he slowly, slowly eased his hand under the waistline, cupping your pussy into his palm.

" and I suppose this isn't for me either, right?" his middle finger traced over the line of wet heat sticking to the fabric over your pussy. His featherlight touch caught your clit firm enough to make you react. You spread your legs out of need, un obstructing his path.

"you're so infuriating." Sylus's eyes flickered up to yours, his lips still rubbing kisses into the sensitive swell of your breast. He smirked up at you, his own cheeks tinted red with the passion of his own arousal.

"I'll be always be the bad guy, until I give you what you want." his hand, still hidden and pressed against you, pushed your panties to the side.

You choked back a moan as they stroked up and down the wetness of your slit, tracing over your clit using the fluids of your sex. His fingers slid inside you in a pair, easing into you with no resistance. Your hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he curled his fingers up, flicking them into the spongy surface of your g-spot.

Even through all the layers, you could hear the way your pussy weeped for him, sopping wet and messily sucking his fingers with every pull. You could only gasp his name between a string of curses, your mouth falling agape as his thumb rubbed over your clit, the pad of his digit circling rough, tight circles over the sensitive bud.

"Still think I'm 'so infuriating'?" through his teasing, you could hear the note of desperation hanging from his words. You tried not to look into his eyes, looking away and pulling him closer instead, your legs trembling with the tremors of your orgasm.

"y-yes you a-are, agh!" With one final, precise stroke of his fingers inside you, you came undone, unraveling onto his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he kissed you, hot and unrelenting as you rode out the waves of electric euphoria until they slowed down into dull aches.

Your legs jittered with sensitivity as he pulled his hand out from your pants, soiled with the creamy white residue of your orgasm.

He offered you a bit of mercy, allowing you to catch your breath while he cleaned his fingers off. You could see his erection through his sweats, heavy and bobbing with every move he made. His sized seemed intimidating, thick and clearly outlined through the fabric.

“Are you going to tell me that you aren’t staring again?” His voice had deepened into a sensual rasp, gulping when you noticed that one of his eyes glowed a fascinating red.

Sylus crawled back over you, dragging your pants and soaked panties off in one trip. He took his own sweater off too, the heat of your lust was starting to feel like you were suffocating.

He pulled his sweats down to kick them off, revealing his cock, rock hard and slapping against his abdomen. The tip looked wet, weeping with precum and throbbing from the exposure.

You let him spread your legs again to welcome him in, whimpering as his length brushed up against your entrance.

“Don’t look so scared, sweetie” Sylus grabbed his cock in his hand, sliding the tip over your wetness, collecting as much of your fluid as he could. He groaned from the soaking heat, spewing more drops of precum from the anticipation of being inside you.

“I’m not scared.” Your heart thrummed hard in your chest, but you didn’t waiver, scooting downwards so you could meet him, feeling how stiff his manhood was against you, thick and heavy, and promising to absolutely wreck you.

“What a brave little kitten.” Sylus lined himself up properly before starting to press himself into you, exhaling ragged breaths with every inch of him that your sloppy pussy sucked in, throwing him into a haze of warm, wet, heat.

You grimaced as he bottomed out inside of you, sliding in so easily yet stretching you open to accommodate him. It was almost a tight fit, your thighs starting to shake as his fingers came down to tease your clit again, drawing more fluid from your walls.

Sylus reeled his hips back, slowly and with intention. He kept his rhythm over your clit, easing you into taking him comfortably. Your fingers dug into his biceps for support, leaving red wilts on the surface of his milky skin.

“Try to relax, sweetie.” He moaned out his reassurance, snapping his hips hard every once in a while to check if you were prepared. With every push forward into you, your breath left your lungs, sparks of pleasure radiating through your body from your pussy. Your walls clamped tight around his cock.

“Just move.” A half hearted demand, distracted by looking down to watch the way his body slid over yours. You caught glimpses of where the two of you connected, his length pushed and pulled inside of you, wet with the fruits of his efforts.

He sunk down onto his elbows, face to face with you while his body rolled into you, the slick sounds of his skin meeting yours filled the room, his forehead resting on yours while your hands gripped his shoulders. He closed his eyes, giving into you and fucking you faster, harder than he was before.

“Don’t say i didn’t try to hold back.” He growled, lifting himself so he could look into your eyes, never once stopping his pace. “You know I only give you what you ask for.”

Sylus’s hands came down to anchor themselves on your waist, holding you down while he fucked into you without restraint. The pressure over the tight heat in your core drove you crazy, the only thing coming out being half-witted babbles of his name.

Sylus wasn’t much better, strings of praise fell from his lips, his brows furrowed with the strain of keeping himself together. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead, sweat lining his skin as he worked himself into you, watching you as your face contorted and your body arched for him, your hands gripping the silk sheets underneath you in a futile attempt to stabilize yourself.

Sylus grabbed the underside of your knees, pulling them as far apart as he needed, coming down to lick a strip from your collar bone to your ear, nipping your lobe. “Tell me now,” he grunted, biting into the flesh of your neck, leaving a bright red mark in his wake. “Do you think, ngh- do you think we could still be friends after this?”

You would’ve laughed in his face at the ridiculous question if he wasn’t inches deep inside of you, his cockhead dragging on every nerve your poor pussy had to offer. Instead you feebly brought his lips to yours, kissing him between moans and forced gasps, swallowing his tongue, a good way to shut him up.

Your orgasm blindsided you, the violent torrent of pleasure crashed over your senses, leaving your body reeling as your nerves ignited. Your nails dug into Sylus’s back, holding him still as he fell over the edge right after, thrusting into you a few more times as his spend spilled into you.

Your bodies trembled with sensitivity, the two of you hesitant to pull away from each other.

After a few moments passed, Sylus pulled out of you, his cock slipping out with a slick, wet sound. Your body was still thrumming, too spent to move. You watched in silence as Sylus stood, retrieving a towel from his in-suite bathroom.

He wiped you down with the damp towel, cleaning you both up and tugging the top layer of soiled sheets off of the bed.

When he was done, he collapsed next to your exhausted body, bringing you over to rest your head on his chest, wrapping his arm around your back to rub your shoulder. He said nothing, simply watching you come back down in silence.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his embrace. He leaned down to kiss you once, stroking your cheek with a sudden tenderness.

A few more beats of silence.

“You never answered my question.”

“Hmm?”

“Would you still call us..friends?”

You said nothing at first just to mess with him, grabbing a pillow from behind you and playfully whacking him over the head with it.