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soulmate au part 7/?

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“No.”

Simple. Commanding. No room for arguing. Kinn must have heard wrong.

He reached out for Porsche instinctively and just caught his wrist as he started to move past him. Kinn squeezed hard and pulled Porsche a step back. Porsche bristled but let himself be moved.

“I’m sorry Papa, I must have misheard you,” Kinn said politely.

His father didn’t look at him, his eyes fixed on his chessboard. “You will go nowhere near Vegas,” he ordered.

Kinn squeezed so hard his own wrist hurt. Porsche said nothing. He relaxed his grip only slightly. “He went after my soulmate,” Kinn repeated.

“You think he went after your soulmate,” Korn finally looked at him. “You have no proof.”

“So let me-”

Korn narrowed his eyes and Kinn’s jaw snapped shut reflexively. “You have no proof,” he repeated. “And asking for proof would be too grievous an insult. If you are wrong we will have damaged our relationship with the minor family irreparably. I will not allow you to jeopardize our business because of your long standing grudge with your cousin. The two of you have always been at odds. There is nothing to suggest this is anything more.” Korn lifted his glass and took a careful sip. He canted his head slightly and peered at Kinn closely. “I know that look in your eyes,” he remarked faux casually. “You are planning to ignore me.”

Kinn absolutely was. And if he didn’t, Porsche would.

Korn put his glass down and rose to his feet. He was only an inch or so taller than Kinn and he made excellent use of it. “If you do,” he warned, “I will make it very clear to my brother and everyone else that you did so against my orders. I will not offer any protection to you or him, now or again. You are my heir, Anakinn,” he acknowledged. “But do not forget your place.”

Kinn knew that to say anything now would only make the situation worse so he bowed his head shallowly and left, dragging Porsche along beside him. “So what’s the plan?” Porsche asked the second the doors closed between them and his father.

“I don’t know,” Kinn admitted. Porsche stopped and Kinn stuttered to a halt a second later. “What?”

“We’re going after Vegas, right?”

Kinn stared at him. “You heard my father.”

Porsche gaped at him then narrowed his eyes. “He drugged me, kidnapped me, assaulted me, most likely would have raped me if you hadn’t come, and on top of all of that he permanently defiled my mark. I am not going to sit here and do nothing when I know he is responsible.”

Kinn reached up and traced a finger over the bite mark on Porsche’s neck. It would never heal completely but- “he didn’t permanently defile it,” he corrected harshly. “He tried. I erased him and left my own. This is mine.” He pressed his thumb into the middle of the wound.

“It doesn’t feel like it.” Porsche stared at him. “You can try and I know you have but I know you only put your mouth there because he did. Even if you change the scar to match yourself, I know whose teeth were there first. And you can’t change that.”

“Porsche-”

Porsche stepped close, their faces inches apart. “He went after my mark,” he reminded lowly. As if Kinn could forget, or as if he wasn’t fully aware that it wasn’t a crime simply because not even the most depraved damaged another’s mark. “I am going after him. You can help me or not but don’t even think about getting in my way.”

He tried to step around Kinn and Kinn shoved him into the wall instead, pressing a knee between his legs and pinning Porsche in place. “Don’t be stupid,” he hissed. “If you go off half cocked without a plan you will get us both killed. You heard my father, without proof he will disavow me.”

Porsche glared. “So what do you suggest?”

“We get proof.”

“How?”

“Haven’t thought that far ahead,” Kinn admitted. “But we’ll come up with something.”

Porsche pushed him off. “Two days,” he allowed. Kinn nodded in agreement. He’d likely need more than two days but it gave him time to convince Porsche of that.

—

One hour shy of Porsche’s deadline, they get word that the Italians are planning to screw them. Kinn had never been so happy about the backstabbing nature of his line of work.

“We need to deal with this first,” he told Porsche.

Porsche was definitely not happy but he nodded. “As soon as it’s done with…”

“We’ll get back to Vegas,” Kinn agreed. Porsche looked like he didn’t quite believe him but he accepted it and left the room. Pete and Arm, who’d been standing behind him, looked at each other awkwardly. They started to excuse themselves when Kinn held up a hand.

“I need you two to keep an eye on Vegas. I want to know everything he does. And I need an imprint of his teeth.”

Pete furrowed his brow. “Khun Kinn?”

“I don’t care how you get it,” Kinn snapped. “I just need it. And I need proof that the imprint is in fact his.” They bowed their heads and left. Finally alone, Kinn braced his arms on the table in front of him and dropped his head between them. He resisted the urge to groan out loud but only just. He’d never had to play politics within his own family, leaving that up to Khun or Kim if it was needed, and placating both his father and Porsche when their desires were in direct opposition was exhausting. The fact that he hadn’t gotten laid in days wasn’t helping. Shockingly, Porsche wasn’t in the mood and he’d been refused by his usual service when he called; apparently, despite the fact that he hadn’t had time to make an official announcement yet, word of his new status of marked meant he was blacklisted from his usual services. Kinn hadn’t had a dry spell this long since he was a teenager. He wasn’t fond of it.

Kinn was just planning to take matters into his own hand when Porsche burst through his door and slammed it shut behind him. “You are insufferable,” he muttered, shaking his head. Kinn didn’t have time to ask what he meant before Porsche was on him. “I can feel how horny you are.” Kinn ignored that and quickly took control of the kiss. Porsche let him for only a few minutes before he jerked his head away. “I have to get back to work,” he protested even as he opened Kinn’s pants. Kinn trailed his lips down Porsche’s neck as Porsche took him in hand, one hand in Porsche’s hair keeping his head at the right angle. He paid particular attention to the indentation of his teeth. They were mostly healed by now and there were so many bite marks overlaid that it was impossible to make out any specific impression but Kinn couldn’t forget what Porsche had said about that first bite so he fit his mouth over it and left another. One day he would erase the memory from Porsche’s mind but until then he’d erase any chance of him seeing another’s mark on him.

He didn’t last long and Porsche wasn’t too far behind him. Porsche freed his hand and wiped it off on Kinn’s pants. Kinn couldn’t be bothered to care. “Good for now?” Porsche asked, like he hadn’t gotten off too.

“For now,” Kinn agreed with a smirk.

Porsche rolled his eyes. “I really do have to go. Sooner we deal with the Italians, the closer I am to shooting Vegas.” With that, he left Kinn standing there with his pants hanging around his thighs.

Big came in just as Porsche left and he quickly averted his gaze. “Khun Kinn, Khun Korn has requested a meeting.”

Kinn pulled his pants up with a heavy sigh. “I’m on my way.”

—

Kinn wasn’t sure how everything went sideways so quickly. Their plan to root out Don and the rest of the Italians went off without a hitch, he and Porsche working seamlessly next to each other. But in the aftermath, while the dust was still settling, Vegas appeared from the rubble with Tawan, Tawan, in hand. Tawan was a wreck, his face bloody and his torn clothes revealing bruised skin. He was leaning heavily on Vegas as he led him out of Don’s basement. Kinn could only stare. He hadn’t seen or heard from Tawan in over two years, not since he’d disappeared in the middle of the night with only a note left on his pillow telling Kinn he was sorry but he couldn’t handle Kinn’s lifestyle anymore. Kinn had thought he was doing him a kindness by not chasing after him and dragging him back even as it had broken his heart but looking at him now…

“Kinn,” Tawan gasped when he saw him. He lurched out of Vegas’ hold and stumbled over to Kinn, his arms wrapping around his shoulders. Tawan buried his face into Kinn’s neck and Kinn immediately wrapped his arms around him. He held tight when Tawan’s legs seemed to give out. “Kinn,” he gasped again, wetly this time. Kinn felt tears on his neck and he squeezed tighter. “You’re okay,” Tawan continued. “You’re okay.” He pressed a kiss to Kinn’s neck and then he was gone, ripped out of Kinn’s arms.

Kinn didn’t even have time to blink before Tawan was a full step away from him, his head wrenched back from the grip Porsche had on his hair. “Porsche, no!” Kinn reached a hand out. Porsche turned blazing eyes on him even as his grip tightened. Tawan winced at the pull and Kinn felt it in his gut. “Let him go,” he commanded quietly. Everyone’s attention was on them and, Tawan aside, he couldn’t have Porsche disobeying him so openly. He tried to convey that with his eyes and some of it must have gotten across because Porsche slowly loosened his grip. After a moment, Tawan had free reign of his own head again and he tried to jerk away from Porsche altogether only for Porsche to grip his shoulder.

“He needs medical attention,” Porsche observed. He hadn’t looked away from Kinn even as Kinn’s own eyes kept flicking back and forth between the two men. “Should he be taken back to the compound?”

“Yes,” Kinn answered immediately.

Porsche nodded slowly. “Ken,” he called. Ken appeared next to him. “Take him back. See that he gets the attention he needs.” Ken bowed his head far more respectfully than he ever had towards Porsche before and led Tawan away without a word. If his grip was perhaps too tight, no one was going to call him on it.

Tawan kept his eyes on Kinn, pleading for him, even when he had to walk almost backwards at one point. Kinn watched him go until Ken dragged him around a corner and he turned back to Porsche to find him barely an inch from him. Neither of them said a word but when Porsche stalked off, Kinn found himself following. He hesitated long enough to make sure Big was coordinating the clean up effort. With Don dead, there was a gap they would need filled. They needed to make sure they knew everything the man and his people had been doing. Big gave him a nod when he sent a questioning glance his way so Kinn followed in Porsche’s wake. Everyone gave him a wide berth.

Porsche was standing still when Kinn made it into the room he’d found for them, his hands on his hips as he stared hard at Kinn. “I don’t care who he is,” he opened, before Kinn had a chance to offer an explanation. “I don’t give a shit if he’s your secret husband,” Porsche continued. “He does not kiss you and you do not touch him with your mark.” Porsche grabbed Kinn’s right hand and cradled it in his own. “This is mine. No one else’s. Do not fucking forget that.” He thrust it back at Kinn. “And keep your hands off of him where others can see.” Porsche was practically snarling in Kinn’s face at this point. Part of Kinn wanted to fight back, wanted to balk at Porsche giving him orders, but he knew how it had probably looked to everyone around them, Kinn embracing a man who wasn’t his soulmate even while his soulmate stood right there.

“He’s my ex,” he offered. “He left me years ago. Or I thought he did…”

“I don’t care,” Porsche repeated. “Make sure he knows his place now or I will.”

—

Porsche’s words repeated themselves in his head when Kinn finally made it to his rooms later that night. He’d had to finish at the Italians’ place and meet with his father before he could even take a shower and he was ready to collapse.

The sight of Ken outside his doors changed all that. Ken bowed his head. “Mr. Tawan was released from medical with orders to rest, Khun Kinn. He asked to do so in your rooms.” Ken had been with him for years, long enough that he had known Tawan before he’d left. He would know it wasn’t an absurd request. But still, Kinn couldn’t help but feel this was some sort of test. He looked at his closed door behind Ken for a long moment.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “That’ll be all. Your shift ended an hour ago.” Ken took it for the dismissal it was and left him. Two other bodyguards, on loan from the perimeter security team since all of Kinn’s bodyguards were exhausted after the day’s events, lingered behind him and took up a post at his door when Kinn pushed it open.

Soft music was playing and Kinn followed it to the bathroom where he found Tawan lounging in the bathtub, bubbles nearly up to his chin. His face was cleaned of blood but the bruises remained and a few cuts that should heal without leaving a scar. Kinn found himself just staring at him. Two years ago, he’d known it was a sight he would never get tired of, had known that Tawan was the man for him even though they hadn’t been soulmates. He’d had two years to accept that Tawan was gone for good, even managed to convince himself of it most days now, but here the man was. Like he’d never left.

“Kinn.” Kinn met Tawan’s eyes and let himself be beckoned closer. “Look at you,” Tawan said softly. “Still as handsome as I last saw you.” Kinn sat on the edge of the tub and traced a finger, on his left hand he made sure, along the curve of Tawan’s face. Tawan shied away from him. “Not me, not anymore.”

“You’re beautiful,” Kinn exhaled. Tawan blinked up at him and smiled. He leaned closer to Kinn and Kinn gripped his jaw tight. He let the softness bleed out of him. “Now tell me what happened.”

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