Seonghwa ran a hand through his raven hair while waiting for the car to come to a stop.

After a successful raid form a nearby city, he wanted nothing more than to return to his room and relax, but he needed to check in with his father first.

His crew unloaded their scores and took the time congratulate each other. A small tradition they had started was passing around bottles of soju to take off some of the leftover tension.

Even though the Pack ruled over the city and surrounding areas, there were still those who tried to oppose them so they always needed to be on their toes.

Seonghwa raised his glass and toasted the others before downing the warm drink. He hummed and handed his glass over to the man next to him before turning to head inside their large mansion.

They could take the time to celebrate, but he had other things he wanted, and needed, to do.

The first place he went was his father's study. The room was designed to be a place to his father to come and relax, among other things. Dark oak wood was used to build the bookcases lining the walls and the solid desk on the far end of the room. A few sofas were in the center and a large, luxurious office chair sat behind the desk.

His father, Mercer, was seated in his chair looking over a packet of paper. As soon as he heard the doors close, he lifted his head up and gave Seonghwa a bright smile. "Son! How did things go?"

"Well, Father. I'd say this was one of our most successful missions." Seonghwa pulled up a chair and sat down on the other side of the desk.

As he settled in, one of the bookcases in the corner of the room slide open and his father's shadow walked in.

Seonghwa raked his eyes over the other's body but worked to restrain himself in front of his father, although a knowing chuckle came from the man.

"San." Mercer greeted, turning his chair a little. The movement was accompanied by the soft clinking of metal. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes. The scans all came back normal." The younger bowed low. "Thank you for setting me up with that doctor." When he straightened up, his eyes narrowed and he had the look of a stone-cold killer.

"It's not a problem. I take care of my men, and I want to make sure you are healthy." Mercer gave him a kind smile. "Let me know if the headaches return, ok?"

"I will. Thank you, Sir."

Mercer nodded in approval, then turned back to Seonghwa. "Get some rest, my boy. You've earned a few days off." He stood up and walked around the desk to gently cup Seonghwa's chin. "I'm proud of you."

Seonghwa felt his chest swell with his father's praise. That was one of the few things that mattered to him. He would do anything for his father, and the fact that they had built this empire together only brought them closer. Seonghwa knew all of his father's secrets and his plans to continue to build their power.

Nothing could stop them.

With one final glance, Mercer turned around and walked back around his desk.

Then he snapped his fingers twice.

Neither San nor Seonghwa reacted when a boy with blonde hair rose up from underneath it. He wore nothing but a pair of black, skin tight shorts and a black collar that had a chain running from it attaching him to the desk. He kept his head bowed and stayed still while Mercer unchained him from the desk.

Seonghwa glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. The boy, Wooyoung, had been his father's personal plaything for years now. He was always in the room while at the mansion and was locked up if his father had to leave it. He never spoke, never looked at anyone, and never disobeyed an order.

There was one moment, while his father was opening the secret door again, that Wooyoung's head tilted just slightly. Seonghwa thought he may have been glancing in his direction, but it was too hard to tell from where he was sitting.

The pair of them disappeared through the door without another word.

As soon as it closed, San crossed the room and sat down in Seonghwa's lap. The older wrapped his arms around San's waist and leaned back in his chair. "Hi." San whispered. His features instantly softened when he started to play with the hair on the back of Seonghwa's neck.

The older sighed ran his hands over San's thigh and back. "Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Better now that you're here." A small smile crossed the younger's face. "And you have a couple of days off."

Seonghwa felt his stomach flip a little and what San was implying. He brought a hand up to let his fingers trace over San's arm and shoulder. "Before we do anything, I have something for you."

San tilted his head to the side. The older stood, scooping San up in his arms so he could carefully place him on the desk. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ruby necklace he had taken earlier that evening.

He smiled when San's mouth opened a little as his eyes fixated on the gem. "Just a little prize from my night. I thought it would look perfect on you." Seonghwa whispered while leaning forward and reaching around his neck to clasp the chain together. He could feel the younger shudder when he let his fingers graze across skin. "Beautiful."

In the next second, San leaned forward and slammed their lips together. He wrapped his legs around Seonghwa's hips to pull them closer together.

The motion made Seonghwa groan and he lifted San off the desk, holding him by his ass and kneading it as he spun them around so he could pin San against one of the sofas.

After a long day of work, he could think of no better way to unwind than to entangle himself with the delectable body beneath him.

Their lips moved in sync, parting enough so they could both snake their tongues out and twist them together.

San let out a small moan that drove Seonghwa crazy. He loved the little whimpers he could bring forth from him. They were music to his ears.

Wanting to hear more, he started to rotate his hips in slow circles. He could feel himself getting hard, but San was already there.

The younger fisted the back of his shirt and inhaled sharply. "Seonghwa... God." He hissed, tilting his head back.

"I know. Me too." Seonghwa started to kiss along his neck, running his tongue along the sweet skin before sucking on that same spot.

Seonghwa had inherited a lot from his father, his cunning, his strength, his skills with a gun. But he had also inherited a desire for flesh.

His father had Wooyoung.

Seonghwa had San.

And San need was just as high.

The younger pushed against Seonghwa's chest, separating them so they could start undressing.

No one ever used this room besides his father, and right now he was playing with his own toy, so they wouldn't be disturbed.

As soon as they were both fully undressed, San pushed Seonghwa back so he was sitting down. With a sultry smile, he swayed his hips while moving to straddle the older's legs.

Seonghwa cupped his ass once more while San placed his hands on his chest. He shivered when San started to play with his nipples.

Their lips connected once more. A game of teasing began, where they both tried to fight for some kind of dominance.

It was a game they both played.

San had such a strong personality, he had a hard time yielding to anyone. Even Seonghwa.

Their bodies rubbed together, creating a friction between them that had their chests heaving and hands roaming over every curve.

San managed to take over for just a moment, plunging his tongue into Seonghwa's mouth.

He moaned in response and brought a finger down to start circling San's entrance.

That caused San to pull away and yank Seonghwa's hand up to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he started to suck on Seonghwa's fingers.

"Fuck." Seonghwa breathed. The look of lust in San's eyes drove him insane, and the wet sounds coming from his mouth didn't help anything. "You have no idea what you do to me."

San swirled his tongue around one more time, then slowly pulled the fingers from his mouth. "Oh trust me, I do." He purred, guiding Seonghwa's hand back behind him.

Taking the message, Seonghwa slipped a finger inside and started to twist it back and forth.

San let out a moan as his head fell ack. "More." He whispered.

Seonghwa added another finger at the same time he attached his lips to San's collarbone. It made the younger did his fingers into Seonghwa's shoulders.

Before he had the chance to add a third, San moved forward and lifted himself up, only to lower himself down onto Seonghwa's length.

Once again they both groaned together.

Seonghwa couldn't be leave just how tight San was. How tight he always was.

And he hardly gave himself time to adjust before he started bouncing up and down on Seonghwa's lap.

"Fuck!" San cried out. He let his head fall back.

The older squeezed San's thin waist and let him do all the work, although he would thrust his hips up occasionally to add to the feeling.

This was how it was with the two of them. All lust and chasing after the high they both desired. There was passion, sure, but nothing more than that.

Seonghwa had always felt like they were both looking for something that neither could provide for the other...

And whatever it was that San was chasing now, it had him riding Seonghwa even harder.

All the older could do was rest his head against the back of the sofa. "San, I'm... I'm close." He panted, squeezing harder. There was a good chance San's hips would be bruised when they were done here.

San whimpered and nodded, lowering one hand to start stroking himself.

It only took another minute or two before they both reached their peak.

After letting out a long sigh, San fell forward and nuzzled his nose against Seonghwa's neck. "I hate when you're gone for so long."

Seonghwa chuckled and let his fingers dance over San's back. "I'm sorry. But like you said, I have a few days off."

If there was one thing he knew about San, it was that he had a tiny bit of separation anxiety. And Seonghwa was the only one who seemed to set him off.

He thought that might be part of the connection between them, and he wasn't going to complain.the connection he had with San was enough to get him through the loneliness that sometimes plagued his heart.

It would hit at the most random times. Even when he was surrounded by his father's men... Sometimes, he felt like no one was really there with him.

Except for when he was with San.

But even then...

"Thank you for my present." San reached up to play with the pendant. "It's beautiful."

Seonghwa hummed. "You're prettier than she is. It suits you."

Even if they weren't more than, whatever this was, Seonghwa still felt the need to make sure San was happy and taken care of.

And San would do the same for him.

They stayed there for a few more minutes before cleaning themselves up and dressing.

Still seeking the odd connection they had, San laced their fingers together while they exited the room.

Now that they were done, Seonghwa desperately wanted to find something to eat.

San mentioned something about making him dinner, which sounded like an excellent plan.

They only stopped once on their way to the kitchen, and that was while passing his father's room when they heard a high pitched cry of pain.

Seonghwa stared at the door, feeling a strange urge to open it, but he shook his head and looked back at San.

A pained looked crossed the younger's face for only a moment, but the second he blinked it was gone.

Hand in hand, they hurried to the kitchen where Seonghwa sat on the counter and watched San move his sexy ass around the kitchen.

When the meal was over, Seonghwa dragged San back to his room for another round.

The two of them stayed in bed the rest of the day, limbs tangled together while enjoying their moment of bliss.

They were few and far between, and would most likely happen less often in the coming days.

Especially once Mercer kicked his new plan into motion.