With a sigh, he sat back on the bed, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the table. The burn of the alcohol sliding down his throat was grounding, a stark contrast to the fire still licking at his skin.
Okailey, still sprawled out, let out a pleased sigh as she rolled over, resting her head against Rin's thigh.
"Mmm, that felt good… Thank—"
Before she could even finish her sentence, a firm grip latched onto her ankles, yanking her away.
"What the—?!" she gasped, her body sliding down the bed as Kai, who had been silently observing the whole time, now made his move.
"Wait five more minutes…" she whined dramatically, pouting up at him, though her giggles betrayed her amusement.
Kai wasn't in the mood to wait.
His hands roamed her body before his lips found her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. A sharp gasp left her lips, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
Rin's entire body tensed.
His eyes met Kai's—dark, playful, and full of smug amusement.
This motherfucker.
A wave of pure disgust crawled up Rin's spine, and with an exasperated sigh, he turned his face away.
I need a damn shower.
"This is madness," he muttered under his breath, standing up with every intention of leaving them to their nonsense. He was done. His business here was finished. Time to wash off the sweat, the heat, and the sheer stupidity of this entire situation.
Or at least, that was the plan.
Until Kai—the absolute menace—decided to ruin it.
With zero warning, Kai grabbed Okailey and threw her onto Rin's lap, making him stumble back onto the bed.
"The fuck—?!"
Rin's eyes widened in pure disbelief, his hands automatically gripping Okailey's waist to steady her before she completely knocked the wind out of him.
Kai just smirked, tilting his head slightly. "What was that?"
Okailey let out a soft moan, her body still buzzing with sensitivity as she shifted against Rin.
Oh, hell no.
Rin stiffened, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. His brain refused to process what was happening right now.
This bastard.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" Rin shot Kai a glare so sharp it could've sliced through steel.
Kai ignored him entirely, resuming his movements against Okailey, completely unbothered by the fact that she was quite literally on top of Rin.
Rin gritted his teeth, hating every second of this.
Why does it feel like I'm the one getting violated?!
With sheer annoyance fueling him, he reached out, grabbing Kai's arm, trying to shove him the hell away. "Get the fuck off," he growled.
Kai, still grinning like the absolute menace he was, caught both of Rin's wrists in one swift motion and pinned them together above his head.
Rin froze.
His eyes darkened. His jaw clenched.
Oh. Oh.
This motherfucker was playing a very dangerous game.
Rin slowly lifted his head, his gaze meeting Kai's in a stare that could've killed a man on the spot.
A deadly, silent threat.
Kai, in contrast, looked completely amused.
Still holding Rin's wrists hostage, he leaned in slightly, his smirk widening as if thoroughly entertained by the pure rage flashing in Rin's eyes.
Kai barely hesitated before shoving Okailey aside, his gaze locked onto Rin like a predator zeroing in on prey.
Rin's breath hitched. Oh, no. Hell no. He didn't like that look. That smug, self-assured expression that practically dripped with arrogance.
"Touch me and die," he spat, trying to step back. But Kai was faster.
Kai moved before Rin could react—one second, there was space between them, and the next, Rin's bare legs were seized in a bruising grip, yanked forward until his body collided flush against Kai's clothed form.
"What the—?!" Rin's pulse exploded in his ears, his entire body locking up in shock before fury ignited like wildfire in his veins.
"How dare he—"
"Let go of me, bastard!" Rin snarled, twisting violently, muscles straining as he tried to wrench free. But Kai didn't even stagger. No, the bastard laughed—a low, dark chuckle that vibrated against Rin's skin like a predator savoring its prey's struggle.
"You—!" Rin's hands shot up, shoving at Kai's shoulders with all his strength, but the man was immovable, his body a wall of solid muscle. And instead of backing off, Kai's grip only tightened, fingers digging into Rin's thighs hard enough to bruise.
Then—
"Ngh—!"
Kai rocked his hips forward, grinding their bodies together in one rough, deliberate motion. Rin's stomach lurched.
"No. No, no, NO—"
"LET GO, BASTARD!" Rin roared, thrashing harder, but Kai just grabbed his legs, forcing them together, and started thrusting between them, the friction of their cocks rubbing together sending a sickening jolt through Rin's nerves.
"NO—!" Rin's voice cracked, his hands flying up to claw at Kai's face, nails scraping skin, but the man didn't even flinch. If anything, his smirk only grew, his breathing turning ragged as he watched Rin struggle beneath him.
"You're hard," Kai taunted, voice thick with amusement, grinding down harder, faster.
Rin's stomach twisted in disgust—not at his body's traitorous reaction, but at Kai, at the violation, at the way the bastard was enjoying this.
"Aah—! Get off me!" Rin snarled, still fighting, still pushing, but Kai only groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic, his gaze locked onto Rin's face like he was memorizing every flicker of rage, every choked sound Rin couldn't suppress.
Rin turned his head away, teeth gritted, but then—oh god—he felt it. The insistent press of Kai's cock, seeking, prodding against his entrance.
"Where the hell does he think he's—?!"
Panic spiked. Rin bucked wildly, but Kai just gripped him tighter, one hand sliding between them to stroke himself, his breath ragged, eyes locked on Rin's face like he was savoring every second of this.
And then—
"Ah—!"
Hot streaks splashed across Rin's face, his chest, the scent thick and cloying. He flinched, bile rising in his throat, but before he could even react, Kai was already pulling back, panting, his smirk vicious with satisfaction.
Rin didn't speak. Couldn't. His entire body trembled—with rage, with humiliation, with the violation of it all.
He shoved Kai off with a force that finally sent the bastard stumbling back, then bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls rattled.
Alone, Rin braced himself against the sink, knuckles white, breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
His reflection stared back at him—marked, soiled, Kai's release still streaked across his skin.
"I'll kill him."
The thought was ice-cold. Absolute.
Rin turned the water on, scrubbing at his face until his skin burned.
But no amount of water could wash away the promise in his eyes.
Kai had crossed a line.
"Soon we will arrive at the Angarsk station. Passengers who will be getting off at this station, please prepare in advance."
The train's PA system crackled with the conductor's calm voice as the rhythmic hum of the train echoed beneath it, a mechanical lull that somehow always made time feel slower than it was.
Rin stepped out of the bathroom, hair wet and combed back, water still clinging to the curve of his neck. He wiped his face briskly with a towel, checking his reflection only briefly before tossing the cloth toward the wall with unnecessary force. The fabric hit the cabin's wall with a muted slap.
"Where the hell is he? Not a text, not a word. Typical Kai. Disappears like a damn magician every time something matters."
He sat down at the edge of the narrow cabin bed, towel draped over his shoulder, breathing slowly.
But then — like a switch had flipped — last night came rushing back like a reel of bad film.
The cigar scent. The heat of Okailey's skin under his hands. The flash of Kai's eyes — amused, dark, calculating, the cum.
Rin rubbed his face hard with both hands, as if he could scrub the memory off his brain.
"Why the hell am I even thinking about that? Ugh, no — not now. Not ever. Focus."
He cracked his knuckles sharply, trying to jolt himself out of it. The noise of his own bones felt grounding.
He rolled his shoulders, pulled his laptop toward him, and tapped into the CCTV network feed he'd been tracking all morning.
Several camera panels flickered open — corridor angles, the cafeteria, the baggage area, the narrow bar cabin, even outside the lavatories.
His eyes narrowed.
"Huh. Takeda's not there."
He leaned closer to the screen, his pointer hovering over one of the feeds where Takeda had been posted earlier. Now, just... nothing. The seat empty. No trace of the man.
"Maybe he went to the bathroom... or took a smoke break."
But then Rin glanced at the time.
9:56 AM.
"Nope. That's a 30-minute gap. Too long to ignore. Something's wrong."
His expression hardened. He pulled open the drawer below his bunk and smoothly slipped a small matte-black pistol into the inside of his coat, the motion practiced. Fluid. This wasn't panic — it was protocol.
AirPods in, he stepped out, still connected to the CCTV feed through his phone as he began walking down the corridor, his steps quiet and measured.
"He might've stepped out to make a call... but there's no noise, no signal interference. Kai's missing too, big surprise there. He's never around when I need him. Always slinking away just when things go sideways."
He turned a corner, the hallway empty save for the soft lurch of the train's movement and the occasional hiss of air pressure adjusting through the vents.
"Excuse me, sir, what would you like—?"
A server tried to offer something, but Rin waved them off.
"There's no issue with the volume adjustment device. I checked that. Takeda probably caught on that he was being watched and decided to go off-grid. Fine. I'll just have to search every inch of this damn train."
He made it to the dining car, where the murmur of passengers and clinking of plates made the place feel annoyingly alive.
"Ugh. I have to find him in this noisy place? Fantastic. Third-class cabins are clear. Checked those already."
His eyes scanned the crowd with precision, noting posture, walk, build. His gaze stopped briefly on an Asian woman seated near the window, but quickly dismissed her.
"Size is off. Ethnicity's wrong. Even Kai's not slick enough to switch races in under an hour. So where are they? Neither Takeda nor Kai's shown up once on the live feeds. Not a flicker."
Then his eyes settled on the bathroom door at the far end of the cabin.
"The bathroom…"
He walked toward it, glancing around first, then resting his hand lightly on the doorknob.
Locked.
That was strange.
"That's not normal. Before a station stop, bathrooms are usually closed to the public — safety protocol. Ten to thirty minutes, sometimes. Either someone's ignoring the rule, or it's not a passenger in there at all."
He hesitated — then reached for his coat, readying his gun.
"Could just be a train staffer... but if it's not, I can't afford to miss it. I have to check—"
He felt it then.
The shift of air behind him. A presence. Fast and quiet.
His instincts snapped.
In a blink, Rin whirled around — gun drawn — aimed directly at the figure standing just behind him.
The other man mirrored him — gun out, face shadowed by the flicker of poor corridor lighting.
"Who—? I can't see his face... is that Takeda? The height is close, but—"
Before he could complete the thought —
THWACK.
A sharp, solid blow crashed into the back of Rin's skull. His head jolted forward violently.
"UGH—!"
His voice cracked through clenched teeth.
"Always... my fcking head..."
The world spun violently. The gun slipped from his fingers. His vision blurred, a thousand tiny static stars dancing across his retinas. He dropped to one knee, trying to stabilize himself.
He could still hear the hiss of the bathroom vent, the wheels grinding below the train, the vague buzz of the PA system. And then—
nothing.
Everything dipped into black.
He collapsed sideways, limbs heavy like lead, his mind blanking out mid-thought.
Darkness.
Thick, all-consuming. The kind of black that wraps around your ribs and tightens — no corners, no sound, no shape.
Little Rin stood barefoot in the nothing. His tiny feet scraped against unseen gravel, the cold seeping in through the soles and crawling up his legs. His hair — long, thick, and tangled in curls — kept falling into his eyes, damp with tears, sticking to his skin.
"Papa…?"
His voice was small. Fragile. A child's whisper in the void.
And then — a silhouette. A familiar back.
"Papa!" Rin's eyes lit up, he ran forward, legs wobbling.
The figure walked on, slowly, like he couldn't hear.
"Papa, wait!" Rin called louder, stumbling over the darkness itself, arms outstretched, heart pounding so loud it filled his ears.
"You said you'd be with me forever... you said…"
His breath hitched.
"Don't leave me behind! PAPA—!!"
He screamed.
Suddenly—
GRAB.
A large hand yanked his wrist — hard — twisting it.
"NO!!" Rin shrieked, kicking and clawing.
"LET ME GO! That's my papa—LET ME GO!!"
The grip only tightened. He turned to see a familiar yet hated face — a man who never wore love on his skin.
His stepfather.
"Don't touch me — I hate you I HATE YOU—"
Rin thrashed, tears spilling down his cheeks.
"I want to go to my papa—LET ME GO!!"
But the man only dragged him backward into the darkness.
"PAPA!!!"
THUD.
Rin jolted awake like he'd been pulled out of water — eyes flying open, chest heaving.
"AHHH—OWW…!" he hissed, wincing hard as pain seared through the back of his skull. His hand shot up to his head. Bandaged.
The world was blurry at first. Light. Motion. Vibrations under him.
A... car?
Leather seats. A dashboard. Trees flying past the windows.
He blinked fast, heart hammering.
Then — that voice.
"Ah, you're awake," Kai said from the driver's seat, smirking, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "Thought you'd never wake up. You sleep like the dead."
His tone was light. Too light. That artificial cheer laced with venom.
Rin clenched his jaw. His throat was dry. He felt sick.
Kai continued, like it was nothing. "You were groaning in your sleep… like, full-on whimpering." He snorted. "You were crying, actually. Never thought I'd see you cry in your sleep. Who knew, under that ironed collar and bad attitude, there's a little boy still dreaming of—"
He slowed the car slightly for effect. Then looked at Rin.
"—Papa," he said, voice dipped in amusement.
Rin froze.
"He heard that?"
"No—no. He listened. Of course he did. That snake probably sat there waiting for me to start muttering just so he could mine it for leverage."
Rin looked away, fixing his gaze out the window, pretending to care about the passing trees. But he could feel Kai's grin growing in the silence.
"Is that what you call him?" Kai chuckled, then lowered his voice in a mocking coo, "Papa… cute."
Rin's hand tightened into a fist over his thigh.
"Shut the fuck up... and tell me what happened." Rin hissed, pressing his fingers into the side of his throbbing head.
Pain radiated in dull pulses behind his eyes — every heartbeat felt like it was banging against the inside of his skull. His neck was stiff, and the sour taste of blood lingered faintly in his mouth. He felt dirty. Used. Angry.
Kai didn't even flinch at the sharp tone. He kept one hand lazily on the wheel, the other draped over the side of the window like they were on some breezy joyride.
"Many things happened while you were knocked out," Kai said, voice lilting, amused. He glanced sideways, smirking. "Do you not remember anything?"
Rin slowly turned his head to glare at him. His voice dropped, full of venom:
"If I remembered, I wouldn't be asking, asshole."
Kai chuckled like that was the funniest thing he'd heard all day. "Touché."
Rin resisted the overwhelming urge to grab the steering wheel and veer them both into a ditch.
Kai leaned back a little, tapping the wheel. "Then I guess... that's probably for the best," he added with mock sympathy. "You might die from embarrassment."
"What the hell does that mean? Was I stripped? Filmed? Mocked? Did he pose me like some goddamn mannequin for his sick amusement?"
"I swear to god, if he did anything—"
"Quit the whole 'mysterious marksman' bullshit, Kai," Rin snapped. "Tell me exactly what happened. No riddles. No drama."
Kai clicked his tongue, as if Rin had just ruined his punchline. "Tch. So impatient," he muttered, but his smirk didn't fade.
"Alright, alright. If you insist. But if you're going to be such a bore about it..." He sighed theatrically. "Well— you weren't in the cabin when I got back. Shower was empty, too. I figured you ran off chasing shadows again. Classic Rin. So I went looking."
Rin narrowed his eyes, ignoring the jabs. "And?"
"That's when I found you." Kai grinned, eyes flicking toward the memory. "You were all sprawled out like some tragic heroine, right in front of the restroom."
"That matches what I remember. I followed the signal there—Takeda's location pinged right outside the lavatory. I got jumped before I could confirm it."
"I let my guard down. Idiot."
"I was attacked," Rin said, more to himself than Kai. "While looking for Takeda. He vanished all of a sudden, just dropped off the cameras. I think he's working with someone — maybe the same ones who jumped me. You said you found me unconscious — did you see who it was? Their faces?"
Kai's eyes flicked to him in the mirror again, expression unreadable for a second.
"Hmm… I'm not sure I can say I did."
Rin squinted. "What does that mean? Did you or didn't you?"
Kai gave a casual shrug, lips curling in amusement. "Couldn't get a good look, since their faces were all smashed in."
He said it like he was proud of himself. Like it was an accomplishment worth framing.
"Did he just… immediately beat the shit out of them? No questions asked? No IDs? No interrogation?"
"He's no help at all. Always taking action before thinking. Always doing whatever he wants. And somehow, he's the one who gets results."
"It was all in self-defense, okay?" Kai said, like he'd read Rin's mind. He raised both hands from the wheel in mock surrender — for a fraction of a second, then gripped the wheel again like he couldn't resist the dramatic gesture. "They were the aggressive ones."
Rin's tone turned razor-sharp. "But you confirmed their identities before going full psycho, right? They weren't Romanovs?"
Kai made a sound like pfftt. "Nah."
"Then who were they?"
Kai leaned his elbow against the window, tapping his fingers lazily against his cheek. "I figured they were just skinheads. You know, white supremacists. Nazis, but with bad taste in tattoos."
Rin stared at him. "Huh?"
Kai glanced over, eyes dancing. "I'm saying, you got jumped by some racist."
Rin's head was spinning for a whole new reason now.
"That doesn't make sense."