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The familiar smell of coffee, cheap cologne and sweat invades Porsche’s nostrils as he steps out of the dirty elevator. He walks through the station with a tired expression painted on his face before slumping down at his unorganized desk. The chair squeaks underneath his weight as he takes off his leather jacket and puts it on the back of it without actually caring about the worn out piece of clothing.
‘Special delivery for our best detective’ says Jom before slamming a pile of washed out brown files on the old rusty desk in front of Porsche, making it squeak.
‘What’s that?’ Porsche snorts before taking the file that is sitting on top of the pile into his gun callous hands.
‘The DEA department sent us everything that one of their informant gathered’ Jom replies while looking at the file stuck in Porsche’s hands over Porsche’s shoulder.
‘Hum, there isn’t an information in these files that we don’t already have’ Porsche frowns as he flicks through the pages, the yellowish paper feels rough underneath his finger tips, slightly sticking at the tip of his fingers.
‘I’ll let you go through all of this’ Jom adds, knowing damn well that he isn’t supposed to look at these files since he is only the guy who takes care of the mail and not an actual detective like Porsche.
‘I could ask the Captain to put you on the case you know, as a consultant or some shit, she kind of like me’ Porsche says while continuing to look through the file with a furrow stuck between his eyes.
‘Yes she considered you like her child, because you’re such a cute little baby’ Jom squeezes Porsche’s cheek as the latter slaps his hand away with one hand as the other continues to hold the file.
‘Dude!’ Porsche almost yell. Jom only laughs as he watches the blush cripples up Porsche’s neck.
‘Oi are you embarrassed because you’re so young?’ Jom continues to tease his friend.
‘Do you want me to ask the captain or not?’ Porsche spits out.
‘Nah man, you know that I’m not allowed to be a consultant’ Jom sulks. ‘But thank you though, I know that you leave most of your files open for me to look at them’.
‘I don’t know what you are talking about’ laughs softly Porsche as he focuses his eyes back on the file that he is currently holding. Jom puts a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezes gently.
You see, Porsche and Jom are childhood best friends. Jom’s mom used to give all the leftovers that she had to Porsche and his brother when his parents died. And Porsche has always felt grateful towards Jom and his family for helping him during these hard times, they didn’t do much, since Jom’s family also lived underneath the poverty line, but they did bring a smile to his face when he needed them the most.
A loud boom startles Porsche, pulling him out of his own thoughts. He looks around and finally realizes that the pile of files that was put on his desk few minutes ago fell down on the ground. Porsche lets out a deep sigh as he watches the mountain of papers scattered on the floor before kneeling down and gathering all of them into his arms, not really caring about putting the papers back into their files.
After gathering everything, and with his arms full of files, he walks towards the empty meeting room, slams the papers on the big table and pulls out the white board.
Porsche rummages through the new evidence, that isn’t actually new since he knows most of the stuff written on the papers almost by heart by now, after working on that case for years.
He displays all the old evidence that he had gathered in front of him, sticking pictures on the board before writing down clues after clues, digging into the deepest part of his memory to pull out all the information that he has gathered through the years.
Porsche frowns when he hangs the last picture on the white board. The man displayed on the photography stuck on the board makes him want to puke. He can’t help himself from feeling disdain and disgust at the mere sight of the attractive man’s picture in front of him.
‘You’re still trying to catch that bastard?’ Says Pol as he enters the meeting room with two cups of coffee in his hands. He hands Porsche the second cup before sitting down on the table beside Porsche’s body.
‘Bl-‘ starts Porsche before Pol stops him in his tracks.
‘Black with two sugars, I know’ Pol laughs while taking a sip of his own coffee.
‘Thanks’ Porsche states without even looking at the other man in the room.
’New files?’ Pol points at the papers scattered on the table.
Porsche nods. ‘The DEA department sent it to me’
‘You don’t seem to have much more evidences than last time’
‘It’s because I don’t have any new evidences since last time’ Porsche growls as he lets the brown liquid burn his throat. ‘They sent me files full of clues that I’ve already gathered over the years’ Porsche jabs at the picture in front of him with his finger. A shiver runs down his spine as he traces the man’s harsh features on the picture. Porsche tilts his head as he continues to trace the picture with two fingers.
‘Why are you so obsessed with that man?’ Pol asks carefully, avoiding Porsche’s eyes.
‘I’m not obsessed with him! I just want the crime to lower in our district’ Porsche barks back as he takes his fingers off quickly, almost like he just burnt himself. Shame suddenly fills his guts, the same way that it used to when his parents scold him for a mistake he made when he was younger. Why does he feel like Pol caught him doing something bad? He pushes that sudden wave of shame away and brings his eyes back on the picture stuck on the board to look at the man staring right back at him.
The said man is Anakinn Theerapanyakun aka The dragon.
The deadliest head of the Thaï mafia since 1842.
And Porsche arc nemesis.
Ever since Porsche got handed a case that involved one of Kinn’s business partner three years ago, he swore to put the other man in prison, no matter what the cost is.
He lost many hours of sleep trying to destroy Anakinn’s illegal businesses in vain as the latter always gets away with all his crime.
Porsche knows that the head of the mafia has most of the biggest politicians and heads of police in his pocket, but he doesn’t care. He is determined to destroy the other man, to put him in jail and stops all of his crime, even if he has to loose himself in the process.
‘Sure, you’re definitely not obsessed with The Dragon’ Pol adds in a whisper before stirring the cup of coffee in his hands, making the warm liquid almost spill out. ‘Do you want me to get over the clues with you once again?’
‘Don’t you have something better to do?’ Questions Porsche with a raised eyebrow before writing down Anakinn’s birthday on the board. The date is stuck has been stuck in his head for years now. He even fantasized once about busting the other man during one of his grandiose birthday party before putting him to jail.
‘It’s actually my day off’ Pol replies softly.
‘Then what the fuck are you doing here?’ Porsche exclaims with the cap of the marker still stuck between his teeth.Then he turns himself towards Pol, slumping his shoulders towards the other man.
‘I forgot my jacket yesterday, and I saw you struggling with all of these papers so I decided to stay’ Pol takes another sip of his coffee while actively avoiding Porsche’s eyes.
‘Get the fuck out’ Porsche takes Pol’s arms and pushes him out of the room. ‘And relax a bit, I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself without any help’ Porsche adds as he continues to push Pol’s body around until the latter is standing in the elevator.
Porsche shakes his head as he walks back towards the meeting room, but before he can actually open the door, the elevator’s small ‘ding’ echoes in the police station. Porsche sighs deeply, Pol is unbelievable.
‘I told you to go home Pol! I don’t need your hel-‘ Porsche stops himself mid turn, his voice constricted in his throat as a man steps out of the elevator.
A man that he knows too well without actually knowing him.
‘Hands in the air’ screams Porsche as he pulls out his gun and spills out the marker’s cap out of his mouth. The cap slowly rolls on the floor, landing somewhere in the police station but honestly, Porsche doesn’t care at all.
The man in front of him follow the cap with his eyes before smiling at Porsche with all his teeth, showing the white pearls without a care in the world. Almost like everything is a game to him. He seeps out confidence and cockiness with his expensive suit, the peak of silver in his hair and the ring on his pinky finger.
‘No need to be so… aggressive Detective’ The man says with a gentle voice, murmuring the very last word, surprising Porsche and everyone around him ever so slightly. Porsche’s jaw clenches harder than before , making his teeth clatter together, and his muscles ache painfully.
‘I said hands in the air’ screams Porsche before tightening the grip he had on his gun. His hands are sweating as he holds back the trigger, ready to shoot the man in front of him in an instant.
The detective can see, in his peripheral vision, a sea of black pistol and he mentally thanks his colleagues for having his back there. Everyone in the station knows who the man who just entered is. And they also know that Porsche has been trying to catch him for years.
‘Is this how you treat victims around here ?’ Says the man with another smirk before raising his hands in the air. Even putting his hands in the air seems like a game to the man pointed by Porsche’s gun. He smiles smugly before looking at Porsche straight in the eyes. Porsche rolls his eyes out of pure reflex before staring right back at Anakinn’s dark eyes.
Oh how he hates that man.
‘What are you doing here Anakinn?’ Spits out Porsche without lowering his gun. He slowly approaches the other man, the adrenaline of having his nemesis right in front of him, at his mercy, makes Porsche’s muscles tremble.
‘First name basis, I see. Can’t I come by just to say hi to my favorite police station?’ Replies the man with so much arrogance that Porsche truly wants to push the trigger.
Porsche rolls his eyes once again before putting his gun into his holster as his colleagues continue to point theirs towards Anakinn. Porsche puts his hands on Anakinn’s muscular shoulders before proceeding to pat him down through his clothes , looking for any guns or arms that the man can carry on him. Porsche is slightly taken aback by the defined muscles underneath the other man’s suit, but he’ll keep that thought to himself until his dying breath. A flick of arousal bursts into his guts but Porsche tries his best to ignore that. When Porsche finally pats the other man’s crotch, Kinn laughs uproariously. The other officers, still pointing their guns at the criminal, frown, not understanding why that man, who is clearly trapped, laughs like that.
‘It might be extremely big and long but this isn’t a magnum pistol for your information’ Kinn adds with a sultry voice. ‘If I knew that you would pat me down there and touch me like that, I would have bought you dinner first’
Porsche ignores the other man and continues to look for any weapons that the man’s body could conceal. The more a man talks about how big he is, the smaller his dick truly is after all, right?
When his search for weapons comes back negative, Porsche straights himself up until their eyes meet once again. Porsche is so close to the other man that he can feel Anakinn’s warm breath brush against his cheeks. Now that they are face to face, Porsche notices that the man in front of him is taller than him. A weird sensation appears in Porsche’s stomach but he prefers to not think about it.
‘Clear’ Porsche yells after shaking his head, trying his best to bat the last thought away from his mind, and all the police officers lower their guns. ‘You come with me’ Porsche grabs Anakinn’s clothed wrist, in order to control the other man’s movement, just in case he want to start a fight with Porsche, and pulls Anakinn towards the interrogation rooms.
‘No need to be this aggressive, Detective’ Anakinn repeats while laughing. Porsche’s blood boils underneath his skin as he tugs harder on the other man’s wrist. Porsche’s fingers are wrapped around Anakinn’s pulse through the sleeve covering it, feeling the gentle ‘thump’ underneath his phalange feels strangely familiar. Almost like Anakinn’s heartbeat mirrors his.
’Do you want us to stay while you interrogate him?’ Asks Tem, one of Porsche’s colleague, while looking at Kinn with a deep frown, he clenches his hand on his gun, trying his best to intimidate Anakinn. The latter only laughs even more before rolling his eyes, clearly not intimidated by the rookie in front of him.
‘Yes. Do you need someone to baby sit you Detective?’ Anakinn teases out, spitting out the last world like an insult. ‘I mean you are pretty and young’
‘I don’t need anyone’ Porsche spits out through clenched teeth while pretending to not have heard that Anakinn just called him pretty, ignoring the deep blush that is now covering his cheeks as the other man’s words make his heart skip a beat.
‘Don’t you mean pretty young?’ Asks Tem with wide eyes.
‘I said what I said’ smirks Anakinn while looking straight at Porsche before looking the younger man up and down with a spark of lust in his eyes. Porsche can’t help but feel his cheeks burn even harder after hearing that compliment a second time.
What’s wrong with him today!
‘I said that I don’t need a baby sitter’ repeats Porsche angrily. Tem nods, understanding that Porsche isn’t actually mad at him and leaves the two men alone.
Porsche finally leads them to the first available interrogation room in the police station while thumping his feet. He won’t let Anakinn get out of here without handcuffs on his wrists.
‘Sit’ Porsche barks out before closing the door behind the other man. Anakinn smiles before sitting down gracefully. Porsche has never seen a man this graceful and confident in an interrogation room before.
‘A glass of water would be fine. Make it extra cold’ Anakinn says as he clears his throat, pretending that his throat is dry. His insufferable smirk doesn’t leave his face.
‘Oh yes, your majesty, let me go get you a cup of fresh water from the nearest river’ Porsche rolls his eyes as he sits heavily in front of Anakinn. Another wave of lust burst into Anakinn’s eyes when he watches Porsche sits down astride on the chair. Porsche swallows down as he pretends to not have notice that little spark in the other man’s eyes. Sometimes he hates being a detective and noticing every little detail in people’s behaviors around him.
‘Where do you think you are?’ Porsche spits out, his voice comes out slightly hoarse, he still can’t believe that his biggest enemy is sitting right in front of him.
Anakinn pretends to look around the room.
‘Oh my god, this isn’t the barbecue restaurant ? My mistake, I saw a lot of pigs and I got confused’ Anakinn pretends to be shocked by his surroundings.
Porsche takes a deep breath before closing his eyes, trying his best to calm himself as the other man is currently running on his nerves. That little joke, coming out of Anakinn’s mouth makes him want to punch the man in his perfect jaw.
‘Am I under arrest, Detective?’ Asks Anakinn with a playful spark in his eyes, mixed now with the lust already there, breaking the silence that installed itself between them. The bastard knows that Porsche doesn’t have enough evidence to arrest him… yet.
‘No’ replies Porsche through clenched teeth, as they seem to not have unclenched ever since he started talking with the insufferable other man.
‘I didn’t hear you, Detective’ repeats Anakinn with a mischievous grin.
‘I said that you aren’t under arrest’ Porsche barks out.
‘Can you repeat that for me Detective’ Anakinn leans back on his chair.
‘I SAID NO YOU AREN’T UNDER ARREST’ screams Porsche out of pure frustration, that man really drives him insane. Porsche passes a hand on his face as he tries to calm himself down.
‘I would rather hear you scream the word yes when you are with me’ Anakinn raises his eyebrows as his usual smirk paints itself back on his face. ‘Scratch that, I would rather hear you scream my name when you are with me, or rather under me’ Anakinn laughs. His whole personality disturb Porsche, making his blood boil and his tension rise. Another spike of lust makes Porsche’s skin scrawl, frustrating even more.
‘Don’t say things like that, or I’ll punch you in the face and ruin your perfect hairdo’ Porsche barks out, snorting angrily when Anakinn continues to smirk at him. Anakinn runs his hand in his luxurious hair, appreciating the back handed compliment.
‘You can’t do that, Detective’ Anakinn replies with a sultry voice that brings tingles all over Porsche’s skin. Porsche tries to fight the weird feeling that installed itself in him after hearing the other man’s low voice.
‘Watch me’ Porsche leans in his chair, his fist clenches itself by his side before he slams them on the table, the loud sound echoes in the empty room as he looks at Anakinn straight in the eyes.
Anakinn doesn’t respond, not even startled by the sudden noise, instead he leans closer on the table separating the two men and breathes heavily, almost like he wants to smell Porsche’s non existent perfume. Porsche shakes his head and tries to stay focused, trying his best to avoid the lustful thoughts that appeared in his mind ever since he looked at the other man, so he lets out the first question that comes to his mind, even though he already asked before.
‘What are you doing here Anakinn?’ Porsche breathes out.
‘Mmh I do love the sound of my name in your mouth baby’ Anakinn leans even closer to Porsche, the latter can feel sweat dripping down on his forehead from the sudden proximity.
‘Don’t make me pull out my gun and shoot you’ Porsche gulps down, trying his best to not show that the other man disturbs him. Why is the other man like that with him?
‘I have a little question for you too, detective. If I’m not under arrest, then what am I doing in an interrogation room?’ Anakinn replies smugly before blowing directly on Porsche’s face almost… possessively. Porsche’s skin erupts in thousand of little goosebumps as he feels the hot breath on his face.
‘Why don’t you tell me why you are here?’ Porsche repeats as he leans back, putting as much distance as he can between him and Anakinn before crossing his arms on his chest, ignoring the other man’s question.
‘Well, I’m here to report a crime’ Anakinn says as his face become serious, all the flirty behavior dies down as he slums back on his chair.
‘Oh great, let me get you a pen and paper so that you can write down your confession’ Porsche sighs out while pretending to look around for a pen.
‘Very funny’ Anakinn replies with a frown on his face. ‘But I’m not the criminal there, I’m the victim in all of this’
Porsche scoffs at that last sentence. He can’t believe that the boss of the mafia is literally describing himself as a ‘victim’.
‘Sure thing’ Porsche can’t help himself and rolls his eyes once again. He shouldn’t make these comments, and he knows it well, but the man is running on his nerves with his flirty behavior, his beautiful face and his expensive perfume.
‘Someone stole the merchandise from one of my warehouses’ Anakinn continues, pretending to not hear what Porsche just said.
‘From one of your illegal warehouses?’ Porsche asks, trying his best to extirpate a confession out of Anakinn.
‘I don’t have any illegal warehouses nor do I have any illegal businesses’ Anakinn replies automatically. He definitely knows what to say, he is probably trained to never let out any information about his illegal businesses. ‘I need you to investigate on this whole thing for me. Someone stole 15 billion baht worth of merchandise from my most recent warehouse during the night’
‘And why should I help you? You? Out of all people’ Porsche snorts, but his curiosity is pinched by Anakinn’s words. 15 billion baht is quite a lot of money, and if he finds information about this crime and who did it, maybe that would lead him to arresting the other minor families in the underground world.
‘Because you swore to protect and avenge any citizen of this country, Detective’ this sentence sounds bitter coming out of Anakinn’s full mouth. ‘Do you want me to pull out my ID so that I can prove to you that I’m a citizen of this country?’ Anakinn snaps back with sass. Porsche is slightly taken aback by the brutality and violence of his words.
Porsche rolls his eyes towards the ceiling, he has spent less than 15 minutes with Anakinn and yet the older man in front of him is already giving him a huge headache. Porsche pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop the headache from spreading further down his head.
‘Fine, I’ll help you, right here, right now.’ Porsche says. ‘I know who stole from you’ he adds before looking at the older man straight in the eyes. Anakinn cocks his head to the side, clearly confused, a spark of hope glisten in his dark eyes.
Porsche has never noticed how beautiful the man in front of him is, with his dark eyes, his pale skin and the peaks of silver in his dark hair.
‘I think that you stole your own merchandise’ Porsche points a finger towards Anakinn. The latter is immediately taken aback, a shocked expression appears on his face as his muscles tense underneath his suit. The clench of his jaw brings out his muscles there and for an instant Porsche can’t breathe and he hates himself for it.
‘And why would I do something like that? That’s completely insane! I think that you might have a fever, Detective. Do you need me to take care of you?’ The shocked expression is now replaced with a smug one that drives Porsche absolutely crazy.
The detective wants nothing more than to put his handcuffs around the other man’s wrists and put him straight to jail with a high kick in the back.
Porsche pinches the bridge of his nose once again as he tries to calm himself down.
‘I don’t know why you would do that, maybe you want to collect the insurance money, maybe you like the thrill of stealing from your own company, maybe you want to screw up with the police department! I don’t know and honestly I don’t care! I’m convinced that you are the criminal in this whole thing. I don’t know why you would do something like that, but I’ll find the reason behind your perverted game soon enough’ Porsche breathes out.
‘You don’t like me very much’ Anakinn leans back on his chair, spreading his legs like he owns the place.
‘Indeed’ Porsche replies bitterly.
Few minutes pass as they look into each other’s eyes without saying a word.
‘Let’s make a deal’ Anakinn breaks the silence that installed itself between the two men. ‘Let’s investigate the robbery together. If I’m right and all the evidence points towards someone else, you’ll go on a date with me’ Anakinn spreads his legs wider, letting the huge bulge in his pants show to the room. Porsche’s eyes are immediately attracted to the sudden movement. A deep blush cripples up his neck as he looks away.
The bastard in front of him is trying to have a measuring cock contest and Porsche’s blood boils in his veins for the ten thousand time in the past 20 minutes. His hatred for the mafia boss only rises as Porsche continues to stay in the same room as the latter.
Porsche rolls his eyes as Anakinn stretches his right hand towards Porsche.
‘And if I’m right, you’ll head straight to jail’ Porsche takes the outstretched hand in front of him and shakes it firmly.
A sudden burning sensation appears at the end of his fingers, spreading towards his palms.
‘Ah fuck’ hisses Porsche as he tries to take his hand away, but his body doesn’t seem to cooperate with his mind. ‘What did you do?’ He barks towards Anakinn. Did the other man stick a needle in his hand? Did he drug Porsche?
‘What the fuck did you do?’ Screams Porsche, his eyes are now focused on their hands, stick stuck together.
When he finally looks up, he sees that Anakinn’s face is distorted with pain. The older man is sweating profusely, a drop of sweat falls down from his forehead and for a brief instant Porsche wants to lick it.
‘I didn’t-‘ Anakinn groans. ‘I didn’t do anything’ He adds, the pain is also hearable in his tight voice.
‘Then what- ah fuck’ Porsche yells, closing his eyes to manage the pain better.
‘Detective’ Anakinn says with a warm voice full of agony, making Porsche’s eyes open suddenly.
A bright golden light almost blinds Porsche as he opens his eyes.
‘What the f-‘ Porsche starts as he watches every part of their hands that are stuck together glow. Then the light transforms itself in a tight golden line, starting from their joined skin before running up their wrist and moving up their arms. The pain starts to leak up Porsche’s hand, following the golden line, landing on his wrist, the blood in his veins boils as he tries his best to breathe out the sudden lick of pain.
The line, followed by the pain, moves up their arms before landing on their chest, right where their hearts are. Porsche watches Anakinn’s tensed muscles as the other man’s body spams with the pain.
And all of a sudden, the pain is gone, the line disappears, relieving them.
A warm sensation spreads itself in their bodies.
Porsche takes his hand away, examining it.
Nothing.
No sign of any needle hole, nor no trace of the golden line.
His breath catches itself in his lungs when a new wave of pain spreads itself on his chest, right above his heart.
‘Fuck’ Porsche spits out before pulling the collar of his shirt down, revealing his chest to the empty room.
Pain deepens itself there, in tiny little spots on his chest.
His skin starts to redden as golden letters appears there.
Anakinn Theerapanyakun.
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Kinn:
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