What KR Cube could have been

A red haired man clad in nothing but black entered the crowd filled club completely immune to the bright flashing lights as eyes scanned for something in particular. Slowly he made his way to the bar where he took off his shades to make eye contact with the bar tender. She was short with glasses and had long blond hair with blue streaks in it. She was dressed in a revealing black and red striped shirt that left nothing to the imagination.
“Kobanwa, Die-kun,” the girl greeted warmly, as she flashed him a sly smirk before pouring him a glass of Sake. “What can I do for you?”
  Die expression remained unreadable while he finished his glass. “Shinya,” he remarked suddenly as he place his shades back to their rightful place. “Where is he at, Taji?”
“Shinya, Shinya,” Taji repeated, shaking her finger at Die, “Master Shinya is a little tied up at the moment, so how about paying a bit of attention to me for once?”
“I don’t care if he’s strung up like an S&M doll,” Die snapped, twirling his gun around his finger. “We’ve got a hit to do.”
Taji shrugged before hopping over the counter of the bar. “Whatever you say, “Die-kun,” she remarked, walking off towards the back area of the club. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you though.”
“I don’t see Shinya in front of me yet, Taji.”
“Yah, yah, there’s no need to get your boxers in a bunch,” Taji growled, leading him to the VIP area and unlocking one of the doors. “Master Shinya is in there, now if there’s nothing else you require princess; then I’ll be leaving, I’ve got people to wait on.”
Die ignored her last comment and walked into the opened room. It was lit solely by candles and held the distinct smell of sweat mixed with blood; a purple haired figure sitting directly on top of a black haired man that was apparently tied to the four poster bed. “Well, this is interesting, but it sure as hell makes my life easier,” he remarked.  
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Shinya growled, his fingers curling around the ropes as he let out a small moan. “I told Taji we weren’t to be...” he stopped mid-sentence by screaming Kaoru’s name.
Kaoru growled as he tried to keep his attentions from waning. “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped, turning his head to look at the other assassin before whimpering made him turn his attention back to the bound figure under him. “You know, you look good like that, Shinya-chan”
There was a rough clearing of a throat before a gunshot rang out. “We have a job,” Die announced as the figures on the bed shot him dirty looks. “Which means A; You get your way and you hurry up and finish your fuck or B; you stop right now so we can take care of this.”
“Or C; I flick you off and make Shinya scream my name at the same time,” Kaoru retorted, promptly giving Die the middle finger while making his partner scream his name in pleasure. “See, am I good or what?”
Die rolled his eyes and cocked his gun again before he walked over to Kaoru and pushed roughly off of the smaller figure; earning a loud whimpering noise from Shinya. “Clean yourselves up,” he barked. “We’ve got a hit.”

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Ruby red lips smirked at the reflection in the mirror as delicate fingers moved a small make-up brush over closed eyelids. Tonight everything had to be perfect because tonight was Kyo-kun’s birthday and he was taking him out for the special occasion, away from all the dirty work he normally encountered while dealing with the other crime lords in the city.
“Toshiya, are you ready yet?” came the annoyed inquiry from the living room where a figure sat waiting wearing nothing but leather pants and a fur covered coat. “God, I swear you take longer then a girl to get ready.”
Toshiya poked his head out the bathroom door. “I resent that comment, Kyo-kun,” he retorted, finally walking out of the bathroom to pose in front of his boss. “How do I look?”
Kyo licked his lips, it may have taken forever but he couldn’t complain with the outcome. Toshiya eyes were as black as night and his lips were ruby red. Fishnet stockings covered his legs along with a skimpy skirt and black tank-top. “You look delicious, my Toshiya,” he stated, running his fingers through the black and blonde locks of hair, “Now can we please go celebrate?”
“Of course, my Kyo-sama,” Toshiya replied, offering his arm, which was gladly accepted by Kyo as the walked out to head to the club.
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