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level three : part three

After an investigation with the intruder that lead to nowhere, I was in my room laying on my bed with a defeated look on my face. I could tell he was speaking the truth in the way he was as calm and relaxed he could be while being handcuffed to a chair and interrogated by someone who had a gun and was not part of the police force. I was frustrated and I did not know what to do. My whole training revolved around a controlled environment where no matter if I put in the effort or not, I would never get hurt or die. But being in a house with two gorgeous men and the stress of my own job was coming back to me all at once. The agency had not contacted me which was their way of wishing me congratulations on a job well done because all activities in the Haruto mafia were stopped and there had been no activity which led to them thinking that I had succeeded. With a tired mind, I walk back into the room I transferred Hira, the intruder, to. I knew there was something linking him to Hodaka but I did not know what it could possibly be. And my only way of finding out was by being around both of them and observing their interactions at all times.

Barging into Hira's room, I plastered a look of eagerness on my eyes and proceeded to ask what I planned to. What I did not plan, however, was that the moment I entered his room, he would have closed the door and pushed me against the wall. His breath fanned my neck and he dug his head into the crook of my neck. If I did not know better, I would have enjoyed it. But I knew this man was more dangerous than I thought he was. If anything, he was probably searching for more clues as to who I was and why I was with Hodaka.

He momentarily stopped, letting me breathe some air from the countless moans spilling from my mouth under his touch. "Done?" I whispered, gently walking out of his hold. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to play overwatch with me and Hodaka." I offered, knowing the way to a young man's heart was food, sex and video games. He grunted as if he was uninterested and walked out of the room with his hands in his pockets and towards my PlayStation.

I saw him grab the controller and plop down on the couch next to Hodaka. Within five minutes, they were hurling childish insults at each other, the heat of the game catching up to them as they shot enemies. But they were smart even in the heat of things. They never used each other's names, knowing that I was listening to the slightest slip-up. The moment they would say the other's name, it meant they knew each other. I knew that because they did not introduce themselves to each other which meant any way of guessing the other's name would be because they had a meeting prior to this and knowing Hodaka, the only people he would meet with who were still alive would be criminals.

After a few solid hours of gaming, they still did not slip up. This is why I hate my upbringing because it made me overthink everything. I so badly wanted to convince myself that they knew each other that I was delaying my mission.

I walk towards the kitchen, preparing dinner for three. I thought about what to do from this point onward. I decided to keep the intruder with me until this all blows over because he could report the fact that I had a gun and my hard work would have been ruined for nothing. As for Hodaka, it was about time I stop letting him wreak havoc and start telling me things about his gang in exchange for information from me.

But only the Lord knows that the only information he will get would all be rejected plans that would not help their mafia at all. The only time I would get involved with the mafia where it benefitted them would be over my dead body.

I plated the pasta and sprinkled parmesan on top, the meal looking and smelling like something out of a five-star restaurant. Sighing, I place the food on the coffee table as I stood in front of the two, blocking their view of the television. I tried to assert dominance by looking angry but was met with glares from both of them before they continued to play the game. "If only the two of you had listened," I say before plugging the television out of the socket, the two men now glaring at me with more force. I chuckle before asking them to dig into the meal.

They ate the pasta like they had been hungry for the past few weeks. They kept asking for more servings and I felt so happy that they enjoyed what I made. After all three of us finished our meals, I placed the dishes in the sink. They would be tomorrow's worry. Today, I had to get Hodaka alone and get something from him.

I hurry the intruder, Hira, into the guest room before I returned to the living room, finding Hodaka looking as bored as ever, yawns constantly escaping his mouth. I pull him towards my room which was a distance away from the guest one. I push Hodaka down onto the bed, hovering over him and pulling him into a deep kiss with all the passion I was able to muster. The pent-up sexual frustration returned in the form of fiery passion and he wrapped his arms around my waist, slowly moving to be on top of me. He dipped his head into my neck, nipping at the skin which was sure to leave marks. I run my hand through his hair and tugged on it lightly, making him groan. I was so close to being ruined by him. But I had done this way too many times to feel this way. I pull away, looking into his beautiful eyes before bringing my mouth near his ear, my voice barely above a whisper.

Keep up your end of the deal, love.