“Tell me… is this also in the name of the Order?” Gaku’s breath fanned over your neck, his lips not yet touching. Again, the tone of mockery, a constant reminder of this game the two of you played that had you in a vice grip. He didn’t miss a chance to remind you of the implications of your betrayal to the organization, twisting the knife against everything you stood for. If the JAA were to ever catch wind of your escapades with Gaku, they’d surely issue an order for your execution.

Gaku held a nonchalant air about all of this, like it didn’t faze him. There was a certain thrill in it, having something he was meant to destroy, laid out for him like this. Being able to touch a product of the Order in a way that wasn’t lethal, but to release tension. In a way, this was also a betrayal to Slur on his end. Gaku didn’t let that thought linger too much though, not when he had your neck so close to his mouth, not when he could practically hear your pulse thumping beneath your skin.

Another cold night, another alleyway he managed to catch you in just for these fleeting moments. Your neck was still littered in faded bruises and bites from last time, and Gaku had full intention to refresh those marks.

“You might have to die by my hands someday,” he said lowly, letting his teeth run across your skin. “But at least I get to touch you for now, right?” A part of you wanted to snap back, say something sharp, throw his words back at him. But it was pointless. Gaku satisfied you in ways no mission ever could.